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 Jul 13, 2016 17:19:00 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
By the time Margo got down to the street, her taxi was already waiting for her. The driver offered neither conversation nor issue on the way to the airport. She paid him and he drove off again, leaving her on the sidewalk in front of her terminal.
As early as it was, the airport was already bustling. It was a steady flow of in and out, of people getting off their flights and others hurrying to catch their flights. The girl was surprised by how many of them had coffee in hand; most people didn’t function at this hour in the morning without some sort of caffeine, she supposed, but surely they couldn’t carry it with them through security?
Margo looked around and didn’t see Richard. She checked in. Still no sign of him, so she sent him a quick text while she stood in line.
going through security. see you on the other side?
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 11, 2016 19:56:53 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
It had been raining all day. It pattered down gently and steadily on the roof of the Mansion—in short, just the way Margo liked. Had a certain shark girl been watching from her window long enough, she might have seen her splashing around in the puddles on the Mansion lawn with some of the younger students.
Oh, to be a kid again.
Eventually, Margo made her way back inside to clean up. Then she tucked a book under her arm and set off to find a nook to read in. The library and its cushy couches were overrated; if she was going to be a kid one last time today, she might as well do it right.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 11, 2016 18:23:11 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
June 18, 2016 T Minus 6 days
Margo’s alarm went off at 4:20 in the morning, and it took her all of five seconds to remember the occasion and fall hastily out of bed.
It had been, what, a year since the last time she’d seen her brother? They’d been too busy: Richard because of his job, Margo because she’d actually tried in all of her classes this year, and because any “free time” she had had had been spent either working at the cafe or volunteering somewhere on the other side of the city. She’d texted him things like how are you doing and happy birthday and merry christmas, of course, and they’d talked on the phone; none of that could replace actually spending time with each other, though.
That was why she’d suggested, now that school was out for the summer, that they go on an adventure. Richard had answered in the affirmative. After a long and awkward conversation with her dad, in which the girl had to clarify several times that no she did not have a boyfriend and no she wasn’t going to do anything stupid, her dad— bless his suddenly overprotective heart— had chipped in to buy their plane tickets.
Her bags lay at the foot of the bed. She’d packed them the night before; well, she’d finished packing them the night before. She’d been packing them for a week, because she was just that excited.
At 4:37 that morning, Margo slung her bags over her shoulder and quietly left her room at the Mansion behind.
She had a flight (6 am, nonstop, from NYC to Dallas) to catch.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 10, 2016 20:18:59 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Ding! The sound that the oven made as it finished preheating reminded Margo of the sound of the microwave, although a little less obnoxious— yes, that was how out of it she was, to be comparing the oven to the microwave based on their musical talents. She opened the oven door to put the pizza in, then paused as the wave of heat hit her full in the face.
“Have you been?” Sleeping next to Miss Taylor’s office, that was. “And I’m obviously not an expert on this, but… just don’t stress about it, okay?”
Obviously, it was great advice for the kid who turned into a polar bear in her sleep.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 10, 2016 19:24:44 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
“Sure,” Margo said. She nudged the pile of letters over to Gemma, and relaxed for all of five seconds before another question was thrown at her. The question, to be exact.
>>"Do you have... a general idea of what field of study you might choose? It's fine if it's vague, but it helps look for better programs..."
The question was one that her dad had been asking her since middle school, and one that she’d told him, honestly to begin with, that she didn’t know the answer to. By eighth grade, Margo had decided that she wanted to go to law school. She kept telling her dad that she didn’t know, though, and eventually he stopped asking.
She was older and wiser now, and she didn’t know if she still wanted to go to law school.
“Business, science, or engineering,” said Margo, after some hesitation.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 10, 2016 15:34:48 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo laughed at what Amelia said about pencil skirts. In all seriousness, though, Sam sounded like exactly the type of guy who would need help with the X-men. “What does Sam do with his life?” she wanted to know. Get drunk? Wander around shirtless in public, as a plethora of photos on the bird watching forums would suggest? She didn’t know him personally, but Amelia did. What could Amelia see in him?
She sipped at her chai. It was spicy and milky, as it should be, and tasted just a little bit like licorice. That was the thing about chai, no two coffee shops made it exactly the same; she had yet to decide whether she liked this version or not.
Amelia was talking group projects, fundraising, serving the community. Margo nodded along. Sure, she could do that. She had been doing that kind of volunteering since she was, like, twelve; at first to get away from an empty home, more recently to fill requirements for college. To do that kind of thing with the X-men, as a team, or even individually as X-men, or to lend the team’s support to a certain cause… all of those were good starts.
What did she think?
“I think that one of the problems with the X-men right now,” said Margo, “is scope.” Was that the right word? “Like, community work is a great start, but they need to do more.” She took a sip of her chai and thought about it. “I know things get messy, legally, if the X-men try and act without jurisdiction or whatever in a foreign country. I want to see things on that scale eventually, though. For now? Fix things with the police.” For Margo, that was a priority; she could practically see the fallout coming, if things kept going the way they were.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 5, 2016 18:51:13 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Yes, Amelia had friends on the X-team. She listed names. Margo didn’t recognize any of them besides Mirror and Sam, but she’d probably seen the others around and just never put names to their faces. “How are you a secretary by accident?” she asked, letting her curiosity sidetrack her for a moment.
The cafe that Amelia chose was Western themed. Margo thought it altogether charming; she glanced over the menu and ordered a chai, for lack of anything else to do. Steaming drink in hand, she made her way over to Amelia while fishing her phone out of her pocket with the other.
“I know some people who might be interested,” she said, “but I’ll have to get back to you on that. In the meantime, do you have any other ideas to share?”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 5, 2016 13:54:17 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo had not been suggesting a coup— at least, not in the traditional sense of the word. She did, however, find the idea interesting enough to send her thoughts flying in a dozen different directions at once.
Could she do that? More importantly, did she want to?
Cold Steel might be a terrible leader for the X-men, but he was a powerful mutant and he had experience. She wouldn’t want to try to take him on; for that reason, she didn't want to drive him away from the team, either. To be honest, Margo wasn’t sure what she would do if it came down to that.
She was just…not going to think about that right now. She was going to think about anyone else who could be interested and how to let them know about this. Preferably, without letting the current X-men know about it.
“Do you still talk with the X-men?” Margo wanted to know of Amelia.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 5, 2016 9:31:38 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Mirror, the gender shifter. Right. Margo listened with a growing sense of interest, and insight into what exactly this woman thought of the X-men.
“Then we agree perfectly.” Not that she would ever date Mirror, or join the police, but that wasn’t what she meant. “I think the X-men have a great vision. They have so much potential, but they don’t use that power responsibly.” That was basically what Amelia had said. “Like, they stop bank robberies. Your police friends could do that. And that’s not even most of the time, most of the time they just smash META bots and get drunk. Oh, look, Odessa happened? We couldn’t get there in time, so let’s just talk about peace and make it worse by making everyone hate us. X-losers on three!”
She took a deep breath, let it out. “Sorry,” she said, “I should go back and join the protestors, huh?” She hadn’t meant to say all of that, but it was just so frustrating. As for wishing someone would come in and help the X-men with that… that was a dangerous topic, because that was where “they” became “we.”
“Hypothetically,” Margo began, and meant nothing of the sort, “I want to change the X-men from inside. Can I get the opinion of an ex-X?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 4, 2016 18:54:48 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
How was she connected to the X-men?
“Depends on who you are to them.” Logically, it wouldn’t do to spill the beans to a woman she’d met just minutes ago, or worse, a close friend of Cold Steel himself. She was only teasing, though. She liked Amelia. “I stay at the Mansion, so I know a lot of the X-men. I, well,” she laughed, like the troublemaking teenager that she was, “last summer, I may have set their jet on fire. Accidentally!”
Technically, it had been Jude. Who was an X-man. Who Margo was not going to bring up, so if Amelia did let something slip, he wouldn’t need to get involved.
“What about you?” she asked, as they took a side street to avoid the protestors. Amelia had almost been an X, and she knew Sam the pirate personally. Margo knew something of the kind of people who were almost X-men, and she had to wonder what the other woman was doing with her life now and how she had gotten involved in the first place.
“Oh, and by the way? I absolutely agree with you that the X-men need help and some constructive criticism.” Now that she considered it, a lot.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 3, 2016 20:16:53 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Someone blew up one of the META bots? That was hardly something Margo would complain about, but leave it to protestors to interpret it as “the X-men destroy public property for fun!” Slow. Clap. It out.
“I would invite you to the coffee place I work at, but, you know, then I’d have to work. Do you mind if I tag along with you for a bit?” She fell in step with the other woman, hanging back just enough to let her take the lead. Maybe they would just walk, or maybe they’d find a nice cafe down the street so Amelia could get her coffee. “I’m Margo, and no, do go on. I, uh… it’s something I’m a little connected to too.”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 3, 2016 16:00:38 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Okay, so this was a little ridiculous. The woman standing next to her in the crowd thought so too— thought very incredulously, out loud.
>>“Can you believe this crap?”
Considering that the X-men were basically glorified vigilantes led by a pirate with a drinking problem… considering that they were mutants, and people these days saw even mutant children as a threat… yes, yes she could. Margo shrugged, more out of resignation than apathy.
“Were you going somewhere before they came along?” she suggested, before turning away and nudging her way through the crowd. She assumed the woman would follow, or she hoped so; that was an interesting idea, about how the X-men could use some constructive criticism.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 2, 2016 18:41:36 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo was being pushed from every direction at once.
To be fair, it was New York City, and she was always being pushed from every direction at once; at this hour in the morning, even the taxis looked like they were seriously considering pushing their way through the traffic. Margo was used to the crowds and to everything else the city had to offer, which surprisingly often included protest groups shoving their way down the street and waving their posters in her face. That was why she didn’t even think to walk the other way when she saw one such group approaching, at least not until she got close enough to see GO HOME, X-MEN, YOU’RE DRUNK on a neon yellow poster board.
She would have laughed if she hadn’t known perfectly well that this meant trouble.
The X-men, and mutants in general, had always been a controversial topic. Now, after Odessa and the televised rallies in the days following, in which a certain pink-haired X-man preached about peace and love and unicorns “in the face of hatred”…
The girl wasn’t surprised to note that the first sign she had seen had been one of the few in better taste. X-MEN=POLICE BRUTALITY, read another. Another, X-FREAKS.
“The X-men don’t do anything! What does the X-men even stand for, exit?” The voice came from her left, and prompted a chorus of shouts all around her.
“X-actly what we’re not looking for!”
“X-tremely useless!”
“Their leader is a PIRATE. And he focuses more on booty-“ drawing raucous laughter from both the protestors and the surrounding crowd- “than on protecting the people that count.”
“I heard the pink haired one eats babies!”
“X-terminate the freaks!”
Margo, in the meantime, was looking for a way out.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 2, 2016 16:25:27 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
On second thought, she probably shouldn’t have mentioned the bear at all. Mizuki looked positively stricken as she took the pizza out of the fridge and unwrapped it, and Margo could only guess at the thoughts running through her head.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it,” she said, leaning against the counter as she waited for the oven to heat up. “It’s ok, though.” It probably wasn’t, but what else was she supposed to say? “You’ll figure it out. You know the Mansion offers classes in controlling your powers, right?”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 2, 2016 16:03:08 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
>>”Here. Let's take the letters one by one, and just look at the places. You can make two piles... if it's a place you'd like to live in, it goes here... and if it's too hot, or too cold, or too far, or... you know, if you don't think you'd like living there, you put it over here.”
“Okay,” Margo said, and got to work.
New York- yes. She’d lived here for a couple years now, and liked it just fine. That took care of at least a dozen letters. Texas- no. Chicago- yes. Los Angeles, Rhode Island, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Massachusetts- near New York, so yes. Kansas- no. Florida- not at all like her other choices, but why not.
She hesitated the longest on an orange brochure with a white paw print on it. Clemson, in South Carolina. Out of all the places she had lived, South Carolina was the one that she called home... whatever that meant. Margo missed it, but she also dreaded the idea of going back.
She put the letters from South Carolina in pile 2, and hoped that she had made the right decision.
