The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 21, 2015 18:54:32 GMT -6
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"None that I know of," he said with a shrug, "I mean, if there are, I didn't read the instruction manual or anything. The whole 'playing it safe' thing never really stuck with me."
Well, seeing as nobody knew anything about the situation she was now conveniently stuck in, Margo decided to abandon the topic, at least for the moment.
"Why did I already have that impression?" She said, still warily scanning her surroundings for whatever threat they supposedly had to fight off. She saw exactly nothing. Ditto.
"You cold?" he asked suddenly, in an offhanded matter.
"It's definitely pretty chilly," said Margo, shrugging. "I grew up in Canada, so it's not that big of a deal, the cold doesn't really bother me, I guess."
By this time, the girl was rather worried. She'd been apprehensive at first about playing around in the Danger Room- restricted places were usually restricted for a reason. She had to admit it was pretty cool. But really, were they going to do anything other than stand around on some frozen lake?
"So, did this 'instruction manual' that you didn't read say anything, specifically, about fighting something off?" She asked, "What if it's supposed to be a treasure hunt?"
Really, she was just trying to fill the silence. It was awkward, not to mention stressful.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 20, 2015 20:05:00 GMT -6
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"I see, I guess so. Out of curiosity, which boarding school do you go to? As come to think of it, I was not aware the New York had any. You don't have to tell me if you would rather not."
"Saint Xavier's," Margo said, with a slightly bemused smile. Once upon a time, believe it or not, that was what the Mansion had been known as- she'd read it in some pamphlet she'd found in the library. Who knew, information was always useful...especially in situations like these. And it wasn't like Richard was going to find anything out based off that tidbit.
"Perhaps we should go hiking sometime, or have a picnic, there is much of New York that I have not seen, I hear that there are some beautiful mountains in parts of New York. But back to your excellent question..." He said, smiling rather cheekily, "So, Margo, how about you? How do you feel about the growing mutant population in New York? Come to think of it, what do you think about mutants?"
It was funny, how everything suddenly seemed it be leading to the topic she least wished to discuss at the moment, wasn't it?
"You know," the girl said, raising an eyebrow, "when one deliberately avoids further exploration of a topic, it usually means something." But then she continued, all seriousness, "Anything I might have had to say on it, you already said, and much better than I could ever say it." She paused for thought anyway, though. "I don't have any particularly strong feelings about a growing mutant population in New York, I guess. It's led to a lot of conflict, and it's going to lead to a lot more conflict in the future. I don't get why people make such a big deal of it- mutants are people just like we are- I guess history repeats itself yet again. Like, the latest news story is always about some psycho mutant with actual powers, like that ever happens, being made an example of. Then it's all 'Mutants are a threat to society' and 'All mutants are evil!' I think it's dumb, to be honest. If only the world were as good as you are." She sighed. "Hiking or a picnic sometime sounds fun."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 19, 2015 17:59:18 GMT -6
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"Well, allow me to wish you an early happy birthday. What is boarding school like? I remember reading books growing up, about characters that went to boarding school, and from the books at least, their descriptions of boarding school ranged from 'It was amazing' to 'It was the worst thing in the world' and everywhere in between. So I am curious."
"Thank you," said Margo, "As did I. But really, once you get past the fact that you're thousands of miles away from home, it's not really that different. I suppose it varies wherever, whenever you are. For me? I just appreciate the fact that I'm getting an education."
There, she'd managed to spin a half-way believable story, and all without telling a single lie...three cheers for Margo! Now, if only Richard would leave it there.
"Oh, you mean the 'Lets go round the room and introduce ourselves' lets make things slightly awkward thing? Yeah, I know what you mean. I hope I am not bringing up unpleasant memories."
The girl laughed at that. "Oh, yes. I could die on the spot."
There was a long silence between them as they crossed the street and rounded the corner, during which Margo was almost afraid she'd gone too far with her question. In fact, she'd just opened her mouth to apologize, or something of that sort, for being too blunt, when Richard finally replied.
"Hmm, good question. Nice choice of trail by the way, I do enjoy the outdoors, hiking, camping etc. How about you? But back to your question, hmmm. I honestly have not given much thought about it. In high school two of my good friends were mutants, Speedy Aron had rather green skin and ran really fast and Ariel, no I am not kidding, she literally and scales and well, swam like a fish. I look at it this way: in the world there are people of many races, histories and backgrounds, I consider mutants similarly. Underneath we are all people, I don't judge people on what they look like or how old they are but on what is inside, what is their character like. As for mutants in particular, it seems to me that in some cases they have been given more power than some, hence they also have a greater responsibility when using their gifts. So I don't really think much of the fact that New York might have a greater population of mutants that other cities. Hope that answers your question."
Right then, right there...it was just one of those "Amen" moments.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 19, 2015 15:33:43 GMT -6
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"Oh, it's practically impossible to step outside in New York City without coming across a park of some sort," said Margo. So saying, they left the little coffee shop. She didn't even bother to look back as she waved to whoever might be behind the counter at the moment, to let them know not to expect her around for the rest of the day. Then they were outside on the streets of New York, and everything was blue sky, pavement, and people, people, people.
They made their way along the streets, in the general direction of this newly built dog park Margo had passed just the other day. If she remembered correctly, there was a nice little trail by that way as well. Golly, it was beautiful out today. Sunshine-y and positively pollen-free. How could she have possibly thought of spending such a lovely day indoors?
"So," said Richard, "I know about your love of books, but I don't actually know that much about you. Tell me about yourself."
"I'll start, um...Well, you know my name is Richard, you told me your age so it is only fair that I tell you mine, I am 26, which sounds really old but doesn't actually feel that much older than when I was 25, strangely enough." He quipped. "Um... just moved here from Colorado, looking for work as an engineer and probably a place to 'bunk', as they say. Ummm... I think that about covers the basics. What else would you like to know? And how about you?"
Margo nodded thoughtfully at the information, pausing to consider what she would volunteer about herself. "Well," she said lightly, "As you know, my name is Margo. I am fifteen, going on sixteen, as you know- my birthday is this Tuesday. I live an incredibly boring life, no, really. Um, I've been up here for a good...eight? I don't even know....months now. Boarding school."
It wasn't that much of a lie, but Margo felt guilty the moment she told it, anyway. The scary thing was, she could probably get away with it. But Richard seemed so honest, and she'd only just met him...
"Oh, this reminds me of the first day of school," she said, yawning sarcastically. "Sorry, not to offend you or anything. But, well, not so much the man as his opinions."
"Like." She said, waiting to cross the street. "Um, I don't know. Um, what are your views on the growing population of mutants, in this particular city for example?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 19, 2015 5:35:09 GMT -6
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"The stories that bring us to tears, that stir something deep inside of us, that tug at our heart strings are very captivating, I have started reading at night and looked up from the book to find it is morning many a time. But the essence of those stories, the original inspiration for the authors were not fictional. Authors are inspired by their experiences and surroundings, so the source of their inspiration is based in real life. That is why we can identify with them and why they captivate us so. Sure, the authors may change the setting, they may alter the circumstances to highlight that particular trait or personality but they are all inspired by something that happened in the real world. So I guess, in a way, it is not strange at all."
"You are far too eloquent for this world of coffee shops and a girl with terrible literary taste," Margo laughed, musing over what he had just said. She really meant it- never before in her life had she heard such an idea, presented so cleanly, so insightfully. Sure, she'd always supposed something of the sort, but she'd never exactly thought of inspiration that way before. It made so much sense, the way Richard told it.
"No, please go on," he encouraged. "I am enjoying this conversation very much."
"As am I," said Margo, a little embarrassed by her ideas now, which were so...flimsy, compared to Richard's. "I do admire the art of the novel as well. Or, as it may be, the science? I have always been particularly confused by the line between art and science. In any case, the way the author crafts the story, builds the plot; Code of the Woosters, for example, while somewhat lacking in the aforesaid captivating depth, makes up for it with the sheerly ridiculous plot line. Actually, it's rather difficult to keep up with. And also, configurations of words, like poetry. I love that as well."
"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you seem very mature for your age."
"Oh, thank you," smiled Margo. She took it as a compliment, one of the best. "I'm almost sixteen," she said, just to clarify. "And not really. Once you get me started on books, it's hard to stop. It's hardly so with most other topics. Take for instance, class. Bleh."
She did not volunteer any personal details yet, but at this point, were Richard to ask her anything about herself, she wouldn't even hesitate to answer. The girl hadn't realized exactly when she had completely opened up to the guy, but in any case, she felt that they were now friends.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 17, 2015 19:34:53 GMT -6
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"...I also enjoy a great range of fiction and science fiction. I guess I enjoy books that inspire me. In the Lord Peter Wimsey books, it is that justice prevails and I can see examples of genuine friendship. I also enjoy books like the Gaunt's Ghosts series. Set in the Warhammer 40k universe, it is about a commissar who is given only one regiment of men, men who are demoralized, angry and have just lost their home planet. Throughout the books he forges them into a cohesive fighting force, he unites them, gives them hope, he reignites their passion for life. It... It is amazing, and I find it inspiring." said Richard.
Really, he was the one who should consider a career as a salesperson.
Margo smiled as she listened, already warming up to Richard. He meant it, she could tell- there was no way some pervert could fake that, right? "Inspiring," she said simply. Fiction and all, but then... "One must always be careful of books, and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us," quoted Margo, smiling thoughtfully.
"How about you, what other genre of books do you like, and what draws you to them?"
"You definitely have far better taste in books than I do," Margo laughed, pondering. "Fiction, science fiction, historical fiction, fantasy, the works I guess. I'll read pretty much anything. Um, I guess I enjoy books that sweep me along in them, if you know what I mean." She thought for a moment. "Honestly, my ideas of a good book change all the time. I don't know. I used to read a lot of fantasy, survival stories, that sort of thing. Nowadays I linger in the YA section. I still don't like most classics, or alien stories, but you know, that might change with time."
"There are stories, for me, that are so raw and so beautiful in their...real ness that I can't put them down, stories that reflect the pain of our world- it's pretty strange, if you think about it, that most of those stories are based in fictional settings, but not really, I guess? I should probably stop..." The girl said. "So, yeah."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 15, 2015 19:29:56 GMT -6
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"Woosters," said Margo with a laugh, resisting the temptation to stretch out the word as Richard did, "is purely brilliant."
To be honest, the girl wasn't quite sure what to think of Richard yet. Undoubtedly clever, suave- at least by all appearances, he seemed too good to be true. Didn't all the stories warn her against this charismatic individual who, upon capturing her trust, would likely lead her to his dwelling and roast her upon a spit? Margo had never been a particularly trusting person, but something told her to trust this man. So, she decided to just go with the flow; she might not comprehend, yet, exactly why he was being so friendly to her, but she knew that she liked it. The warmth that rose in her cheeks when he stated matter-of-factly that not meeting her would have been very, very sad- the smile came like second nature.
Then of course, there was also the fact that he'd practically just given the most tantalizing summary of his book she had ever heard, not that she had ever heard of it before. In any case, she had already made a mental note to check it out the next time she frequented the Mansion's library- it sounded like excellent reading.
"It's a whimsical tale featuring an eighteenth-century cow creamer, a small leather-covered notebook, and a policeman's helmet, of all things," Margo continued on Code of the Woosters. "Bertie Wooster- believe me, quite the narrator- and his gentleman's gentleman, Jeeves, manage to get caught up in this whole plot."
"I suppose it may disappoint you, then," she said with a smile, "that it's not a romance. But it's really packed full of allusions, British humor, if that's your sort of thing. The plot thickens..."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 14, 2015 19:08:45 GMT -6
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It took Margo a second to adjust to her new surroundings: the expanse of frozen wasteland stretching out in every direction, the frigid atmosphere, a slight stirring in the air. By the time she had taken inventory of the setting, to her great relief, Danny had appeared as well, not too far from where she was. He called something to her, and she carefully made her way in his direction- the ice was thin in spots, but not terribly hard to navigate.
"So I can't actually step on that lake because mutation. But there will be something we have to fight soon. So mind explaining what your mutation is?"
He indeed seemed to be having a bit of trouble with the ice. She'd never really considered the different elements of his mutation, but it appeared as if this landscape wasn't the preferred setting; he'd already half melted several sections of the lake, and was now standing in a puddle of mud on what she judged was the shore (great, there was a shore).
"I have a joke of a mutation," said Margo tiredly. However, seeing as Danny was really under the illusion that her mutation would be helpful in this situation, she decided to enlighten him. Quickly. "I guess I'm like a really weak psychic. Like, well, this. It won't be any help," she said, sending him a brief flash of emotion to demonstrate.
"And, uh, I think I may have put the simulation on max difficulty by accident, because then there's a slight chance I'll die and my mutation will become useful. Sorry?"
"Apology accepted," the girl said, voice barely edged with sarcasm. Yes, she supposed it made sense that Danny would play his strengths. Leveling the playing field. But what would she do, other than making sure to stay clear of him? "Are there rules to this game?" She wondered aloud, eyes on the yet clear horizon.
It was a simulation, and a very convincing one at that. But if Margo had nothing of her own, could she bend the rules?
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 13, 2015 19:22:45 GMT -6
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That does sound really fun. I'm a little iffy as to whether Margo would yet do such a thing with Richard, so we might have to see where our thread goes first, but we should definitely work that in.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 13, 2015 19:11:20 GMT -6
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It was true that Margo had, like any other human being on the planet, been in any number of uncomfortable situations, always managing to lose her (considerable) wit whenever it was called for. This, however, was among the most embarrassing. There she was, awkwardly half-draped-sort-of in her booth (because the man had insisted she not stand and she really had no idea what else to do), face planted determinedly in her book. Although the girl really could not see the expression on his face, she swore she could hear the smile- aw, isn't that kid adorable- in the guy's voice (it wasn't like she had anything against being an adorable kid, but she thought she had some more depth of character than that).
She could also literally smell the pages of the book. It smelled good, comforting.
"I have never had the pleasure of reading P. G. Woodhouse. What is he like as an author? I am reading Strong Poison by Dorothy L. Sayers. Good writer, set after the second world war, murder mystery, very riveting. I am Richard, by the way. I hope I didn't startle you." he said, wisely pursuing a topic he had (rightly) judged to be one of interest to her. Oh, questions like this made life so much easier.
"To be honest, Code of the Woosters is the only work of P.G. Wodehouse I have had the pleasure of reading," she said, raising her face from the pages of aforesaid novel. "It's lighthearted humor at its best, but I like it." Strong Poison, she mused to herself. She'd never heard of it.
She smiled abashedly. "It's nice to meet you, Richard. I'm Margo. Uh, sorry I guess. For taking your preferred seat."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 13, 2015 18:33:19 GMT -6
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That would be great! I don't think Margo's going to do a birthday party or anything, seeing as she doesn't know that many people, but she's definitely going to have a bit of fun. I was thinking maybe she could go out in the evening and do something, or she could just hang at home. Does Victoria stay at the Mansion?
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 12, 2015 18:04:11 GMT -6
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Margo was, by no means, oblivious to the reader enjoying his cup of coffee at a nearby table, who, upon coming in, had almost stumbled into the booth she was currently occupying. Having managed to get through a good three chapters of her book relatively undisturbed since he had come in, though, she had completely put him out of her mind. Consequently, it took her a moment, when he spoke, to realize his words were addressed to her.
"Sorry to bother you, but I am about to order another coffee. Could I get a fellow bibliophile anything?"
"Oh," said Margo, looking up at the man with a smile, "Thank you, but no thank you." Rather abashed, she got to her feet. What was a girl supposed to say under these circumstances? Really, she was in want of nothing. Apparently the guy had no idea that she worked here. It was her own fault for sitting in that booth in the first place...
"The Code of the Woosters, by P. G. Wodehouse," she said, before she could regret it. "Shallow, but hilarious."
Burying her face in her book, the girl prayed fervently that she would cease to exist. Oh golly, this was terrible. She was terrible.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 12, 2015 17:24:43 GMT -6
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Margo leaned nervously against the wall in the control room, peering over Danny's shoulder as he hit a few buttons, none of which she knew the function of (but she sure hoped he knew what he was doing). She might have had second thoughts about this whole adventure, but for the little time she had to ponder the situation. A green light above the door to the room lit up, and then Danny was pushing it open with a grin.
"After you," he said.
At that point, she really had no choice but to go in.
It seemed like the whole world froze for a split second as she stepped through the doorway. "User unknown," announced a disembodied voice. Then the moment was past, and she was inside the Danger Room for real.
The room was large, empty, and anti-climatically...normal looking- that was, before Margo turned around and realized the door by which she had come in had vanished into thin air. "Oh gosh," she moaned, panicking a little. Was this some sort of trick Danny was playing on her, or was she trapped in this place for real? But the words were barely out of her mouth when her surroundings changed, and the girl found herself standing on what appeared to be a frozen lake.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 12, 2015 11:02:36 GMT -6
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Margo's birthday is in a couple days, and as it's her sweet sixteen, a thread would be really great. I'm open to any suggestions! If no one wants one, I might just do a solo or an open thread.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 12, 2015 9:56:46 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
One of Margo's favorite parts of her job at the coffee shop, aside from the constant aroma of coffee that somehow managed to cling to her clothes, or the fact that she got paid just for showing up, was being given the rare privilege of doing the latte art. It was a rather absorbing process, one that she managed to botch most of the time- her designs always managed to turn out lopsided, or unrecognizable. She guessed she just didn't have the steady hand to do it. In any case, she still persisted in her attempts. The few times she actually managed to create something decent were infinitely satisfying.
The girl carefully put the last touches on her latte apple. Leaning back and examining it, she smiled; it actually didn't look too bad this time! She took it over to the front, trusting that somebody would find some use for this masterpiece of hers. Then, leaning idly against the back counter, she sighed contentedly.
Oh, lazy mornings were the best. Especially when technically you were working.
In a little while, she took a glass of water (well, mostly ice cubes and a slice of lemon; she liked to refer to it as water) and found a booth in the corner. It was past the morning rush hour, and the place was pretty much deserted, so she figured it wasn't that big of a deal. She'd brought her much-loved copy of The Code of the Woosters with her. Pulling the book from her bag, Margo curled up against the wall to read.
