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.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
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.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Apr 7, 2015 19:51:24 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo's always up for a thread! If you have any ideas, let me know. She's currently staying at the Mansion but I don't know if that's Richard's sort of place
Posted by Margo Jewell on Mar 13, 2015 12:06:25 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
She finished her poem just as they arrived- what perfect timing!
"What was that?" Chris asked.
Immediately embarrassed, the girl blushed. "Nothing really," she said, "Just a poem that I thought particularly suited the occasion. Emily Dickinson." Her little habits...so embarrassing! "It's all about helping out, 'cause really the only way you can measure a life's worth is what you do for others, you know?" Not that Chris was a fainting robin or anything, but still... She was so bad at this explaining thing. "And it's just a weird thing I do, but it makes life feel special. Like a story, a movie, something."
She examined the van, an old, beat up looking thing. Sure enough, it had a flat tire. It also looked as though it was about to fall apart. Margo was nobody to judge, if Chris liked it, but- gosh, how could anyone live in that thing?
She rifled through her wallet, mentally calculating. How much would he need? She wouldn't know, having never done this sort of thing before. She usually didn't carry around that much cash, either (just in case, say, what had almost occurred tonight really did occur).
"How much do you think you'd need?" Margo asked. "I don't have as much as I'd like to give you on me right now." she admitted. "But, uh, in the future, if you ever have financial problems... I have pretty deep pockets, however undeserving I might be."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Mar 12, 2015 8:28:39 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
(OOC: sorry it's been a while!)
“Well, since it seems this is one big fluke, maybe we should just sit around until someone figures something out.” said Emily finally.
One big fluke is right, Margo thought. What the heck was this? She considered turning on the news, just in case something came on, but reasoned against it. It wasn't like it would do any good. If anyone knew what was going on, it would be somebody here, at the Mansion. Besides, the news didn't care about mutant problems, except when they saw a way to spew mutant hate.
She sat, pondering. What were they to do? The girl rested her eyes, absentmindedly, on herself (or Emily in her body, however you wished to think about it). She looked so different, like a lady. It wasn't bad, just different. Was she wearing makeup?
"Mutations are pretty strange things, yeah?" Margo said, thinking out loud. Heck, Emily was undead. "It sounds pretty far-fetched, but do you think a mutation triggered this? I mean, it's pretty much all that we, as in the people being affected, have in common."
It was terrible logic, but at this point, the girl didn't really care. They needed to start with something.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Mar 12, 2015 7:59:35 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Sorry, I guess I should have said something earlier," he said.
She couldn't tell whether he really meant it or not, but she would have preferred that he did. She shifted her gaze uncomfortably. "Don't worry, I'm sure you just weren't thinking about it," she said. There was an awkward silence; she was glad when Clyde spoke again, clearly trying to move on from the topic.
"Anyways, maybe we should focus on our current situation."
"Good idea," said Margo, stretching out the words. She shifted her hand on the railing, or ladder, or whatever, waiting for Clyde to keep moving. If he was still up for that. "So, uh." She started, then realized she had no idea what to say. Gosh, she was bad at this.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Feb 18, 2015 8:28:29 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
(OOC: Sorry it took me so long to post! I'm using a seriously outdated computer and it keeps crashing)
“No, I said that someone here might know what is going on. I believe we are in The Mansion, that school for mutants. Someone here, a professor maybe, might know what is going on. Sorry I didn’t leave any food for you. My body can’t eat anything, unfortunately. Just stays in your stomach and rots. My digestive track doesn’t work, you see. But it’s fine, it’s not like I have a sense of taste or smell anyway. That body that you are in, my body, is dead. Has been for almost two centuries. My mutation keeps my body functioning. Now while I enjoy feeling, and smelling, and tasting, I have grown quite use to being dead. And I’m sure it is quite a shock for you mentally to be trapped in a body like mine. So I would like to get this solved as quickly as possible." Emily said, all rather calmly. Having finished loading the dishwasher, she dried her hands.
Margo had put her glass of orange juice, almost to her lips, down quite forcefully when she had heard the business of food staying in her stomach and rotting. Now, processing what she had just been told, she ran her fingers through her hair (and was reminded once again that it was not her hair). So Emily was dead, or undead. Well, that explained a lot of things.
"It's not so much a shock as it is disconcerting," said Margo, "but yes, I would like this business solved as soon as possible." She'd never had thought of it, but she missed blinking. Geez, this was weird. "School for mutants? More like classy homeless shelter, with school thrown in somewhere along the way." Fine, perhaps she was being a little unfair to the Mansion. She tried to be less picky, failing miserably (She could be rather judgmental at times). "And you know how schools are. Or perhaps you don't, if you grew up that long ago. In any case, I doubt the teachers will be of much help. I don't even know anything about them."
"You live here. Who do you know that is around here that might know what is going on?”
The girl had to admit she didn't know. But, "Did you see anything going on this morning, by any chance? That might help us?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Feb 17, 2015 14:49:30 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
He turned to look at her, and she was looking at the wall. She was looking at the wall as Clyde looked at her, and her face was burning, and she wanted to sink through the floor. There was a horribly long silence; Margo might have been moving forward again, hoping that he would take the cue, go on, and they could somehow figure this whole zero gravity thing and then never see each other again, when he spoke.
“Hey, I'm just glad you've been nice about it.” he said.
That pretty much guaranteed a response. Albeit, a careful response.
"Have I been nice about it," she said, meeting his gaze evenly. "You wouldn't think- at least I wouldn't think- that is the case."
Honestly, she didn't know what to think of Clyde, or what to think of his response. He'd only spoken to break the silence, but it was...redeeming of him. The girl was shamed by her stupidity. She thought it worse that an older boy had caught her in the act, that he probably had formed an opinion of her already. But what if Clyde was shamed as well? It couldn't be an easy thing for him to admit his age- at first she had thought he might do it on purpose, but that clearly wasn't the truth. Life knew that with conflict, came a delusional, victimized attitude that ravaged both sides. Was that the case?
"I was dumb earlier," she said, "so, sorry. But it would be even dumber if I made fun of you for something you couldn't control, right? I'm just embarrassed because you didn't tell me before I made a complete fool of myself."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Feb 17, 2015 10:36:25 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
(OOC: Don't worry, I know how that feels. And I'm not really sure what the protocol here is, but we can move it to the Danger Room board if that's good with you. Also I think my color is a little off yours, so sorry about that)
"...I don't know exactly how to get there from the front entrance, though," Danny said sheepishly, "I usually come in through the, ah, very back entrance."
Well. Geez. Margo, the fool, had thought that Danny had visited the Danger Room before. At least once? Once?
In any case, it was too late for her to back out now. So all she did was raise an eyebrow at his admission. "And, um, we're going to discuss this coming in through the back entrance." She said, then added, jokingly, "That is, if we survive."
It wasn't far to the Danger Room from where they were. A right and two lefts that took them to the mystery place itself. Margo just hoped Danny had a plan for getting in.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Feb 7, 2015 17:01:30 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
It seemed like a lifetime (although it was probably only about a minute) until the person she had been last night finally looked up from her plate.
"Er, hello. Sorry, I haven't eaten in decades. I just wanted to see what it was like, is all. My name is Emily.”
"Margo," said Margo numbly- it seemed like everything she did this morning was done numbly. Not quite comprehending what Emily had said, she absentmindedly reached for a glass of juice. The motion was mostly to steady herself, keep from freaking out like she desperately wanted to, but couldn't, at the moment. What was left of the food on the table did look very good, yet for some odd reason, she... didn't feel hungry.
The girl stood there silently, watching almost dumbly as Emily started clearing the table. She was managing rather well to be calm, that was, until Emily spoke from the sink where she was standing.
"Do you know anyone who may know what is going on?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Feb 1, 2015 18:44:59 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
“I'm almost eighteen,” he said.
And just like that, Margo's day got a whole lot worse.
"Wow," she said flatly, wanting nothing more at that moment than to sink through the floor or become invisible. (Thank goodness he wasn't looking at her, because she was looking at the wall and blushing like crazy.) She didn't think she'd been humiliated this badly since fourth grade, when her teacher had made her read her essay in front of the class, and she'd stumbled up and said a word she had had no idea was bad back then...
What, did this guy- she couldn't think of him as a kid anymore- do this on purpose? Like, just hang around looking like a six-year old just to trip people up? She wouldn't have thought so, but then you never knew.
As if it wasn't bad enough that he already thought she was dumb. Well, this was awkward.
The girl had SO many questions. The idea of age shifting, itself, was too cool. But she bit her lip and didn't say anything, because she had already made a big enough fool of herself.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Feb 1, 2015 11:30:49 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo stood before the gates of the Mansion a bus ride later, impatient to figure out what the heck was happening. Now that she was here, where to? The location had not been specified by the voice on the other end of the phone- aka her voice. So entering, she headed upstairs to her room. The surroundings were familiar yet surreal. The girl, still feeling nothing, was beginning to wonder whether this effect was permanent. Heaven forbid she'd be stuck in this corpse forever! She shuddered mentally at the thought.
"Hello?" She said, to an empty room. Everything was as she had left it last night, as far as she could remember. There was no trace of herself.
Shutting the door gently behind her, Margo went back the way she had come. She wondered where she should look next. She went through the hallway, down the stairs, across the building, into the kitchen. Then she froze.
You would think since she had known (basically) what was coming, it would have been less of a shock. Well, nope. At the table, apparently still unaware of Margo's presence, stuffing her face with the tantalizing breakfast foods before her, was...Margo?
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 31, 2015 18:57:16 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
“Yes. It’s all quite a shock. Now hurry back please. Maybe we can get this sorted out. But it seems like this is happening all over wherever I am right now. Others are freaking out over here. Anyway, see you soon...”
"Wait-!" Margo started to say, before she heard the click that was Emily hanging up on her. She stared quite numbly at the phone, now dead in her hand. Her day seemed to be getting worse and worse. None of this had even been supposed to happen!
It was odd, being upset, like being bottled up. Because her mind was screaming that none of this was fair (Margo knew perfectly well nothing about life was ever fair, yet she still let it bother her), her body seemed to be taking a nap. It just blatantly ignored the girl's fear and despair and annoyance and need for life to be fair, which was mostly a good thing...yet oddly disconcerting at the same time.
What in the world was wrong with this lady whose body Margo was (unwillingly, let me tell you) inhabiting? She felt wrong, in so many ways. Heartless, senseless, dead meat. Honestly, all that could be forgiven; a little discomfort that she could forget in no time. What really bothered her was the fact that whoever was currently in her body seemed to like it, seemed to barely care for what Margo was going through at the moment. And then there was the question of why she was in some alleyway.
All the better reason to get back to the Mansion and get things straight, she thought. Keys...purse...bedroom door...Well, that obviously was not going to happen. Since she was, thankfully, sort of familiar with this part of the city, Margo decided to slip onto the bus. So she didn't pay the fare...Oh, well.
It helped a little, the fact that it wasn't just her going through this. But it also worried her, because she didn't know how big this problem was.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 29, 2015 20:44:24 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Why not try out the Danger Room?" he suggested. "I don't know if your mutation has combat capabilities, but it might be fun." Then, frowning, "Er, if you're not a fighter, than we don't have to. Evil plots sound awesome as well."
"It doesn't. My mutation, I mean," Margo said thoughtfully, considering. She'd not made any plans... So why not? What was life if one didn't do something fun every once in a while? And if Danny thought she was one to back down, well, he couldn't have been more wrong. She would never be one to admit a weakness; it was one of her many shortcomings.
"Why don't we? How about we go try it out. If we survive, we can hatch our evil plots later." She said, laughing a little. The girl was assuming Danny had done this before- and he better have, because though she had passed it many times, often with a curious glance and nothing more, she'd never gone into the Danger Room.
It was pretty tech-y. Technically, she wasn't allowed in it. It seemed pretty...dangerous. But, really, who cared?
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 28, 2015 20:29:05 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo, slumped in the shadows of a deserted alley, stirred as the morning light crept through the city. It was just another ordinary day in the life of the fifteen year old...at least, it should have been. But something was drastically wrong, as mutants all over the city were about to discover.
She should have woken up in bed. Even half-conscious, she could tell she was not in bed. In hindsight, she should have known then. At the moment, she was seized with a vague notion that she had been sleepwalking or something again, as she had been known to do. It wasn't until the phone started ringing and she got onto her feet, that the girl realized she had exactly no idea where she was or what she was doing there.
To make things worse, she was feeling remarkably odd: well, to be exact, she couldn't feel anything at all. It was funny how you didn't think about the way your hair fell down your back or the temperature or your pulse or the fact that you breathed, until you were...quite literally dead.
Not that Margo knew any of that yet. Not that Margo knew anything yet, except that she was in something of a fix.
The ringtone was unfamiliar, and it took her a moment to locate the phone. (It was in the pocket of her jacket- except it was neither her phone nor her jacket) She listened to it, her mind registering the words, panicking somewhat, yet her body refusing to react. It was her own voice on the other end.
At last she stumbled out of the alleyway, turning and seeing her reflection in a shop window. "Oh gosh," Margo faltered, her eyes confirming what she had just been told.
