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 Jan 27, 2015 19:52:55 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
"Oh, don't worry, it doesn't bother me," he replied quickly, "You have your own way of seeing life, I have mine. I don't really need the same things... uh, mortals do."
They rounded a corner just then, the Mansion coming into sight. "Looks like we're here," said Danny, before falling silent. Grateful that their arrival had saved her the trouble of having to answer (or even think about a reply to that cryptic statement), Margo simply nodded, blanking out for a moment as to the reason they were now standing before the gates of her residence.
They continued in, nobody so much as giving them a second glance. Margo had always been something of a chameleon, just hanging out in the background. As for Danny- well, she supposed everybody around here was used to seeing strange things. And she supposed they looked normal enough, just two kids walking around aimlessly? (Not that the girl really cared whether they were noticed or not.) She was on home turf, at least relatively.
"So, now that we're here, where to?" She asked. "I don't suppose you want just wander around. My room is upstairs, but that would we weird. And awkward." Pausing for thought for a moment, "There are a lot of places about where we can, you know, hang out, chat, hatch our evil plots."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 25, 2015 12:20:07 GMT -6
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I'm not sure how, but Margo would love to get involved! She stays at the Mansion and likes it there, but she could stop by at Sanctuary sometime. (She tried once, but the place was deserted)
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 25, 2015 12:14:44 GMT -6
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I don't really have any specific ideas, not really. And our thread doesn't have to be Margo introducing Adil to the Mansion or anything, unless that's what you want. But we could totally have them meet sometime. Margo is in desperate need of a bad influence in her life. XD
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 24, 2015 12:29:07 GMT -6
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He obviously hadn't liked, or, at the very least, didn't agree with what she had said. Her words seemed to...well, set off a devastating, angst-y avalanche was the best way to put it. Seeing the way he refrained from arguing, despite an obvious urge to do so, Margo was glad she had changed the topic.
"No idea." Danny laughed in reply to her question. "It just kind of happens. Either I'm just really aggressive, or conflict just happens to follow me around." Then, frowning, "Except for when I start it. World War I was an accident."
At that, Margo lost any words she might have said in reply. She didn't dare gape, for fear that they would attract unwanted attention. But, golly! World War I? World War I?
He had not just said that. She must have heard him wrong or something. Was she hallucinating? Maybe she had better go see a doctor or something. As if she didn't know how that one would end.
"So much for staying away from dangerous topics, huh?" she said, her tone deceptively calm but still sounding rather like a croak to her. Golly, he had started World War I? The Great War, the War of Wars? He wasn't suggesting that he had been the one to kill the Archduke! Not that that mattered to her. But it did! And exactly how old was he really, to have seen so much?
She couldn't imagine a life like his. Never dying. Watching everyone around him grow up, grow old in a blink of an eye. Then their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren. Was that how it was, or did it grow easier with time? How did he manage it? She regretted the thought she had spoken out loud earlier more than ever now. What could she say about such things?
"Sorry," she said quietly, not daring anything else.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 24, 2015 7:45:40 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
If it's not a bit late: Margo does stay at the Mansion, so if you want to work that out, I'm always open! She's pretty reserved, so it would be fun to see her try to deal with some punk for once
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 24, 2015 7:36:41 GMT -6
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It wasn't hard to tell he thought she was pretty stupid. Well, she decided she didn't really care. Just some kid she'd probably never see again after today, right? Or at least, that was what Margo thought as she kept moving, following the boy.
“Mojo? Well, my age shifting isn't going to help heah. What about yo mutation, err... I guess I don't know yo name.”
"I guess you don't." she replied cooly, debating whether she should tell him. The last thing she needed was rumors running around the mansion of herself, "some sort of idiot girl". But she told him anyway, just because she didn't think the kid could do anything. "It's Margo. And I don't do much, just sort of make people around me feel certain ways, like sad or something. And it backfires most of the time, so basically I'm pretty useless."
She was actually feeling okay, until the implications from his first statement began to settle in. She froze. "Just how old are you really??"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jan 23, 2015 20:16:16 GMT -6
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"Things change, yeah, but there's no such thing as fate. We have to roll with the punches, sure, but we decide ourselves how to fight back." Danny replied, after a long pause.
Resisting the temptation to mimic his noncommittal huff- which, as silly as it might seem, had stung her feelings (fine, not really)- Margo stayed silent. She hadn't meant to go down this road. She hadn't even meant to speak out her thought out loud. She definitely hadn't meant to delve into this debate, however tempting it might seem.
"Yeah," she replied, just because she had to say something. Then continued, "I mean...somewhere, in some book...our stories are being written. And I think we decide how they are written. And...as dumb as it sounds... I think at the same time our paths are already laid out in front of us."
Hey, she'd needed to get it out. It wasn't her fault he'd gotten her started on this topic. Oh, wait! She realized, it actually was.
She sighed, then said in a tone with an edge of humor, as if to determine that the case was closed, "Why, may I ask, does everything with you evolve into some sort of a fight?" Since, you know, he had used an analogy that compared life to a street brawl. Just saying.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Dec 30, 2014 15:49:09 GMT -6
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Margo's relatively innocent question (or so she had thought) was greeted by a silence long enough that she had just begun to doubt whether Danny had heard her at all- perhaps the crowd had swallowed up her words- when he answered.
"A long time," he said, his answer careful and laced with a warning, or at least she divined so. "...You?"
"A short time," she replied, her answer equally as brief. She left it at that, not trusting herself to make further attempt at conversation.
The city around them was so unlike the places Margo had grown up. The scattering of smog, the towering skyscrapers. New York had its own rhythm; as did wintry Canada, dim in her childhood memory, and the place she had called home for the last couple of years- so green, but haunted by the ghost of her lonely soul. Blessed by the touch of friendship.
When she had first come to this city of cities, she had done it on an impulse, thinking she would go back when she had figured things out. But now, several months later, Margo contemplated whether she would ever figure things out. Would she ever, and would Danny play a part in it?
"I guess things change, and we just have to let fate do the deciding," she said quietly, half to herself.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Dec 29, 2014 9:54:36 GMT -6
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"Stupid, stupid, stupid," Margo viciously moaned to herself, hand clapped over her mouth- far too late for that- in the aftermath of her statement. What had she been thinking? Her face flushed, she stared at the wall.
"Um... This is a mutant school. Almost anyone who hangs around heah is a mutant. Ah you feeling okay?” the boy asked, seeming confused but not insulted.
"I'm fine," she said, a bit curtly and with her eyes still on the wall. Curiosity had always been her great flaw, and yet, she'd never thought herself capable of being in possession of such a smart mouth. Clearly, her tumble in midair (if you could call it that) had shaken her more than she had thought, and this kid... She was the biggest idiot in history, and no doubt had just lost any regard he had had for her in the first place. "Sorry," she muttered, biting back her reply of "Yeah I sorta got that idea, but that's not even what I meant?"
They were clinging to the railing-the kid's idea, and a good one at that. She moved along behind him. To alleviate, if just a little bit, the awkwardness, she tried another question.
"So, then," the girl said in a lighter tone, "If anyone has some mojo that they think could be of help, is now the time to mention it?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 29, 2014 16:29:02 GMT -6
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"Uh, like I said before, I may or may not have broke in. And then attacked an X-Man. But we're cool now. We're sort of...friendly acquaintances?"
"Friendly acquaintances, huh?" Margo said, with a slightly sarcastic laugh. "I bet. That's totally cool." She wasn't quite sure exactly what the guy meant, but passed it off as a matter of awkward wording. Whether Danny and the unnamed X-man -X-men, she wondered?- were coworkers or besties...really, was it any of her business, as long as there were no bad feelings between them? She thought not.
Well, now that he'd explained, the girl guessed they'd be off. Rising, she briefly contemplated going into the back and informing Ron (one of the baristas) that she would be leaving, but decided against it. She waited to follow Danny out, just to avoid any awkward scenarios that could occur as a result of her not having her sights on him. Aka: Not knowing where she was going, turning around to try to find him in a crowd, and running head first into him...or somebody else.
(OOC: I'm going to assume they exit and head toward the Mansion)
"So, leaving the slightly more dangerous topics untouched until we reach our destination," Margo said, after a bit of silence, "How long have you been in the city?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 21, 2014 15:56:38 GMT -6
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"That was a little more than kind of scary." Margo said, as she clutched at the now relatively stable bookshelf and willed the room to stop spinning. Maybe holding on hadn't been the best of choices. At this point, she was pretty sure hanging around in midair was better than this slightly-seasick feeling.
She was just about to offer a bit of practical, infinitely clever piece of advice before the kid beat her to it:
“Yeah. We could try to calm her down? She might not be the one doing this, but the last thing we need is a second powah going crazy.”
"Good idea." The girl returned. The following statement that her confused head came up with she blamed on the dizziness. Why else would she say such a stupid thing?
"On a completely different topic: what is with everyone here and powers?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 21, 2014 15:38:15 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
“Uh, sorry about that, then. Didn’t realize it’d make you uncomfortable. But, yeah, the Mansion’s okay now. Apparently they’ve forgiven me, and now I kind of spend quite a bit of time there...Things change, huh?"
"Man, things change." Margo said half to herself, stifling an unexpected yawn. Heck, she wasn't even tired! It must have been the fact that she had been inhaling coffee aromas all morning, and it had somehow managed to trick her into thinking it was earlier than it was. Which was actually pretty...not early. Things changed, didn't they? Oh, what different things she might have been doing this morning, if she had never found out...if she had never known she was abnormal... "I guess I was feeling awkward in the first place, ha, which is like, totally normal because I'm totally awkward," she said with a quiet laugh.
She smoothed a hand across her hair, which she'd tied up in its usual, plain, sleek style, but she made no move to get up yet.
"Okay-now?" The girl asked, raising an eyebrow. "So apparently 'they' have forgiven you...except what exactly did you do in the first place?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 15, 2014 16:26:05 GMT -6
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(Sorry for such a long time since posting! P.S. Thanks...I hope this works... P.P.S. Not sure if this really would happen but I can go back and edit later if needed)
“Maybe it's the panickah, but it's impossible to tell.”
"Possibly-" Margo started to say, glancing at the "panickah" she presumed the kid was talking about- that girl at the far end of the room, the one apparently trying to scuba dive in midair? That was, what she was saying before the boy reached out for a half-empty, pretty unstable-looking bookcase with his free hand, evidently looking to bring them to a halt, and nearly killed them in the process.
He caught the edge of the shelf with his hand, but their momentum carried them past the bookshelf at a decidedly inconvenient angle, and as Margo tried desperately to right herself before she got stabbed in the head by a floating pencil, she somehow managed to push the bookcase in the opposite direction.
Thank goodness, it neither crushed Margo or sent all the books plummeting to the floor like it would have done in normal gravity. The disorienting panic of attempting to cling to a rocking wooden frame, however, wasn't exactly pleasant, either. By the time the world righted itself, the girl was decidedly dizzied.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 15, 2014 14:52:54 GMT -6
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(Ugh, school is soo dumb. Sorry!)
"Um." Margo said. "I don't think, uh, you know," (She was stammering rather eloquently.) "Well, I don't exactly think..." She tried again, breaking off with a sigh. "I don't exactly think that would be the best of ideas. Not to be rude."
Really, there was nothing wrong with Danny's idea, theoretically. It was true that Central Park was nearby, and also true that there was a significantly smaller chance of them being assaulted by random mutant haters if they were at the park. But seriously, you didn't just say "getting attacked by anti-mutant supremacists" in public if you wanted to avoid attention! Which, by this time, Margo was pretty sure Danny wasn't the best at.
It all boiled down to the fact that she didn't trust Danny. She had no idea how she'd got dragged into this predicament, with some apparently immortal, tough-as-heck guy. she might have been liking his company more than she admitted, but still... She didn't trust him to that degree, not yet. Bad things could happen in parks, as Margo had definitely experienced.
"Yeah, sorry." The girl said. "My "shift" is about over, if you could call it that." Glancing over at the now-deserted counter, she considered. "This place doesn't really get too many people after the morning rush." She settled on excusing her selfishness with a piece of the truth. "And I happen to trust, well...I feel just about safer here than anywhere else in the city. Unless you count the Mansion- and we could totally go there, if we really wanted total privacy- I mean, if you have a good attitude about that place, because I know some people don't, and that's totally okay?"
She was definitely having some serious speech issues this morning.
