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 Aug 2, 2016 15:27:59 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Sam was alright I guess. What an illuminating statement. “I’m good,” replied Margo, in much the same spirit. Well, there went that attempt at conversation.
Come to think of it, there were so many topics she had to avoid if they wanted to talk— how she and Jude had borrowed Cold Steel’s identity and ended up setting the jet hangar on fire, for example, or how she wanted to join the X-men in order to stage a coup— that it was probably safer to talk about nothing at all.
Margo didn’t mind, really. She was more than happy to stand within accidentally-bumping-into-distance of sculpted muscle and pig out (haha, get it?) on the bacon.
On a fateful morning several weeks ago, two young women had found themselves next to each other in the midst of a crowd rallying against the X-men. They had gone out for coffee, and they had talked.
It was hard to believe, Margo thought, that that was how it had all began.
Today, she was retracing her steps. She’d told Amelia, that day, that she knew some people who might be interested. Said individuals had been contacted. They were going to meet at Margo’s new second favorite coffee shop (because she was so, so loyal to the one she worked at) in— she glanced at her watch as she made her way down the street— about 20 minutes.
Amelia had been invited, of course, both to the meeting itself and to bring friends if she saw fit. The more people their vision of the new X-men reached, the better. It went without saying that she expected said friends to be trustworthy and to keep the whole thing quiet even if they decided not to be a part of it, but she more than trusted Amelia’s judgement on that.
There it was: the quaint little coffee shop called High Noon. It seemed as if she was the first to arrive, so Margo bought herself a drink and settled in the corner booth to wait.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Aug 1, 2016 12:54:04 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Peace and understanding. Equality. The idea that mutants and humans could do more. Margo nodded along to what Amelia said, and sipped at her drink. Those were good ideas. As for what else the X-men were supposed to be, she wasn’t sure yet. It was something that’d keep her up, thinking long and hard, for many nights.
She and Amelia exchanged phone numbers. After that, they didn’t talk— about anything important, that is. Amelia drank her mocha, and Margo drank her chai. Eventually, they went their separate ways.
They’d meet back up, of course, and the X-men would never be the same for it.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Aug 1, 2016 12:20:28 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Did she drink coffee? “Sometimes. Decaf, mostly.” She’d never liked the idea of being addicted to something like some people were addicted to caffeine— or alcohol, for that matter. She bit back that remark, though, because it was hardly fair to tear into someone she had just met like that. Anyway. Tea was so much better, when she did want something hot and caffeinated.
“I’m Sam.”
“I know.” Was there anyone in the state of New York who didn’t, in all honesty? “Nice to meet you, anyway. I’m Margo.”
Sam looked, well, sleep deprived and most likely nursing a hangover, which was what Margo had been expecting. She skittered around him and poured herself a glass of orange juice from the fridge. Then she approached the pirate himself, because what she had not expected was for him to be so… err, worthy of his fangirls’ attention. The pictures really didn’t do him justice. His one eye was as cold and as bright as his namesake, and that wall of abdominal muscle… that muscle in his arm as he flipped the bacon in the pan…
Jiri would have been proud.
All this was done under the guise of helping Cold Steel out with the bacon, of course. Margo found some chopsticks in the cabinet, because the Mansion was awesome that way, and fished out the bacon that had finished cooking onto a plate lined with paper towels.
“So.” She spoke around a mouthful of said bacon. It burned her mouth, but she could have cared less. “How goes your life, Sam?”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 31, 2016 20:58:49 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
In the weeks following her conversation with Amelia, Margo dedicated herself to getting into shape— not that she’d been out of shape, per say, but there was always room for improvement. She’d been running. Now she ran faster, and longer, until she was sweaty and shaky at the end of almost every workout. She did situps and pushups and squats, and taught herself basic self defense and as much martial arts as she could find online.
X-men tryouts were rumored to be tough. As a hopeful X-man who didn’t have a combat oriented mutation, she had to put in the extra work just to make sure she wouldn’t slow the team down.
By the end of three weeks, she was leaner than ever and could run a mile in under five and a half minutes. It wasn’t as fast as the girls on the track team back home, but it was close.
It was almost enough.
Almost, because the Danger Room was the most valuable resource of all when it came to training— a resource that Margo had been avoiding like the dickens. As much as she hated to admit it, it had very much to do with the last time she’d been there. Someone she’d thought had been her friend had left her to fight off a horde of ice spiders and yetis by herself, while he went off to "go save the mafia from the FBI" or something equally ridiculous.
Margo had no urge to repeat that experience, thank you very much. Yet three weeks and four days of stalling later, she finally gave in and faced the room of terrors itself.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 31, 2016 14:09:35 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo had had plans this morning. She always had plans, even if they mostly consisted of working and working out and wandering around the city. This morning, though, the faint aroma drifting into her room at the Mansion persuaded her to let all of those plans wait.
Bacon.
It smelled like a proper English breakfast with her brother. It smelled like cooking too much for breakfast because her dad wasn’t home (like ever) to stop her. It smelled like grease sizzling on a skillet. Like love at first smell.
She followed her nose down to the kitchen… and promptly froze in the doorway, because the scene before her gave an entirely new meaning to what Amelia had said about Sam having a lot on his plate.
Cold Steel, in all his glory, was cooking. He was shirtless, with a flask in his back pocket. Margo’s inner fangirl was telling her to take a picture and post it on every bird watching site ever. The other part of her, aka the real part of her, pushed that impulse down. She’d heard so much about this guy— come to think of it, also seen so many photos of his abs that she’d have been more surprised to see him fully clothed than in his current state. Based on what she had heard, she ought to dislike him very much. (Based off what she had seen, she ought to like him very much. Not that she was, you know, thinking any of those thoughts.) On the other hand, it was unfair to judge Cold Steel based off what she had heard. Even if he was living up to those expectations. She hadn’t really met him yet, after all.
“Hey,” said Margo, by way of a greeting. “You gonna eat all that bacon yourself?”
And no, all that was not an overstatement. Based on the two jumbo packets discarded on the counter, Cold Steel was cooking enough to feed an army. For a week.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 29, 2016 17:54:11 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
It was the weekend of the fourth of July. There ought to have been picnics and fireworks and waving flags. Instead, there were sit in protests and riots. The kids at the Mansion should have been eating barbecue and watching a parade. Instead, they watched the latest news coverage play itself out on the television.
Margo watched, too, with a growing sense of helplessness. It wasn’t until the day after she saw a peaceful protest dissolve into a full-blown riot for no apparent reason that she realized— she could do that, with her powers. She could do the opposite. She could make a difference, however small that difference might be.
The day after that, she made her way down the hallway of the boys’ wing, because two empaths were better than one.
The other empath, if one extended the term to include a certain Frenchman, was now sitting across from her at a cutesy little outdoor cafe that just happened to be across the street from a group of pro-mutant protestors. The situation seemed peaceful so far, but it probably wouldn’t be for much longer if they didn’t do anything about it.
Margo sipped her strawberry lemonade and tried to find an appropriate feeling for the situation.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 27, 2016 14:32:38 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Brother and sister skipped down the terminal. Two apparent lunatics, hand in hand, though in all honesty Margo didn’t care anymore what the passerby thought of them. Prancing through the airport was fun, and totally appropriate considering the circumstances.
She made a conscious effort to tone her grin down. The feeling of giddiness at finally seeing Richard again, though, remained.
"How much coffee did you have this morning?" she teased, and eyed Richard's bags. "Did you bring your coffee machine with you too, or have you suddenly become a morning person since I've last seen you?"
It was too early to board. Margo found them seats in the waiting area, and settled into hers.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 17, 2016 21:01:21 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Message delivered 5:01 A.M. Margo looked up from her phone, and that was when recipient of said message seemingly appeared out of nowhere to wrap her up in a hug. She let out a little startled sound before she could help herself, but quickly relaxed and returned the hug once she had recognized her ambusher.
”Sis, it has been far too long. I have missed you so.”
“Missed you more,” said the girl, once Richard had set her down. She was trying, and failing, to stop grinning like a maniac. It was kind of embarrassing to be picked up and spun around like the little kid she no longer was, true, but she didn’t mind so much; this was her big brother, after all, and she had missed him. She had missed him more than se had ever missed anyone in her life except for her mom, and yet she hadn’t realized just how much that was until she saw him just now.
Margo opened her mouth and closed it again before she could start spouting poetic nonsense about family and about John Green, who said… something irrelevant about loving people versus missing them.
“I was just texting you,” she said instead, with a laugh. “10 points to you for being sneaky and scaring me out of my wits, not that it doesn’t happen all the time.”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 13, 2016 18:19:15 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
256
7
May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Sam was a self defense teacher at the Mansion, in addition to everything else he did. It wasn’t a terribly helpful answer, but that was what you got when you intentionally framed a question vaguely because you didn’t want to sound too judgmental of your friends’ friends. Margo, a girl of seventeen, tended to find herself in this situation more often than she should.
“What’s he like, as a person?” She tried again, this time more bluntly. “I’d rather hear it from someone who knows him than just out and about, if you know what I mean.” In other words: how much of what they say about him is true?
Margo listened to the other woman and drank her chai.
“Agreed,” she said, once Amelia had finished. She hadn't known about Romania, so it had probably been before she’d realized that she was a mutant and started paying attention to that kind of thing. It was something she’d have to discuss with Shin or his friends, somewhere further down the line. Not now. “Doesn’t the police have a MRC division to do what the X-men are doing right now, anyway? If they do, they don’t need the X-men. I guess the X’s need the police so far as to make what they do legal, though?” It was all so complicated.
“What even is an X-man?” wondered Margo aloud. A symbol? A vigilante? That was the real question, when it came down to it.
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