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 1, 2016 20:09:06 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
“That’s rough. I’m sorry that’s how you had to find out,” Margo said, honestly. Her own powers were relatively harmless, and she had found out from a friend; what Mizuki and her sister had gone through, on the other hand… yeah, that was rough.
”It is unwise to demonstrate my power, there is always a period I lack control over the bear's instincts”
She most definitely did not remember her from the infirmary, then. “That’s ok,” Margo reassured. “Actually, I’ve seen you around. When you’re a polar bear.” She had seen what the bear could do. She also should probably change the topic now. “And you’re kidding, right? I am so into pizza. Can you get it out of the package while I preheat the oven?”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 1, 2016 19:51:32 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
The day after the scene in the kitchen, Margo had paid a visit to the Infirmary. She didn’t know why she did it, except that she had nothing better to do. Nothing had come of it; the caged wolf snarled and lunged at her against the bars, and she slipped quietly away after a couple minutes. Word in the Mansion was that DocProf and the Headmaster had tried to get through to Tyson, the boy inside the animal, to much the same result.
This time, someone had brought music. The music was loud enough for her to hear from down the hallway, and bad enough to mostly disguise the crashing coming from inside the room. The alien guy was paying Wolf a visit. It was probably him that had brought the boombox, considering that the other visitors were yet another wolf and a rampaging polar bear.
“What. The frick,” Margo said, from the doorway. She didn’t think anyone heard her among all the chaos, though.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 1, 2016 12:19:20 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Ghost and Mirror- yes. I was totally picturing “head vs heart” and “Brat Brigade vs older X-men”, but as you guys pointed out, there are so many possibilities.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jul 1, 2016 12:11:00 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Whoah, so Mizuki was the polar bear from the infirmary the other day? That was… unexpected, but cool, and it raised the question— did she not remember what happened when she was in her other form? Margo was curious, but considering the claw marks and smashed vases left in the bear’s wake, thought it better not to ask.
“Does your sister turn into a bear too?” she asked instead. “Do you miss her?” She opened the refrigerator door, and was blasted in the face with a wave of cold air. There was hummus, and leftover takeout, and frozen pizza. “No, I don’t read minds. I do something a little different, like this.” This was a glimpse of emotion, there and gone; it was hard to explain her power, even in English, but it was demonstrated easily enough.
"On second thought what are you having? I have eaten way too much fish the past few months.”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 30, 2016 20:19:37 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Hearing her mother language for the first time in years had brought back memories that Margo hadn’t even known she had. Now, every word was like a wave, crashing over those memories, pulling them away. Something was screaming inside of her, but she didn’t tell Mizuki to stop; it wasn’t her fault, after all, and the part of Margo that wasn’t terrified of losing what she had left of her mom… that part of her almost enjoyed this.
"It is nice to meet you as well. Do you live here as well?”
“I do live here. I have for a couple years now, actually. I’m a psychic. What about you?” It was a pretty typical introduction, at least here in the Mansion.
Ding! Mizuki pulled her tray out of the microwave, and the kitchen was filled with the smell of fish. "Would you like some?” she asked, rather politely, and Margo was reminded of the reason she had come downstairs in the first place. Frozen fish wasn’t what she would have gone for, but she’d eat just about anything right now.
“Thanks,” she said, taking a piece as she slipped past, towards the fridge. “Do you want anything else to eat?”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 30, 2016 15:58:53 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo had been expecting the kid to speak Japanese. It would have been humiliating if she had been wrong. Still, hearing the familiar tones again after all those years nearly took her breath away.
More than anything, it dredged up memories of her mother.
“Oh! I'm sorry my name is Mizuki and yours?” The girl turned in a sweep of long silver hair, nearly tripping, and Margo wiped her expression quickly and forced herself to stop looking like she’d been hit by a truck.
“Nice to meet you, Mizuki, I’m Margo,” she said, with a friendly smile. “Sorry if I scared you just now.”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 30, 2016 15:36:14 GMT -6
Gamma Mutant
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo was listened to patiently, smiled and nodded at. Somehow she got the feeling that Gemma had heard all of this before— not that she particularly cared whether her dreams were stereotypical or common, as long as the counselor could give her some advice.
>>"Alright then. Let’s find a place you'll like, shall we? How about... we look at places you'd like to go to? That is always a good place to start, if you don't pick by program or major, picking the region or town is a good idea... or at least we could eliminate the places were you would not want to live?”
“Okay,” Margo said, then paused. Did Gemma want her to make a list of places where she didn’t want to live? Because the only such place she could think of right now was Australia, and that didn’t exactly narrow down her choices because she wasn’t even considering going to college in Australia. “Um,” she said eloquently, “off the top of my head? Or should we go through my letters?”
The overflowing laundry basket of not-laundry stared them down from the coffee table.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 29, 2016 16:35:37 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Thanks for the feedback, guys. I agree with what’s been said— that the current X-men/police/META bots are a disaster just waiting to happen, that part of the reason the X-men haven’t had as many team missions is a lack of active players, etc. As for whether the X-men do act once the peace is broken, further along the utopia plot, that’s not for me to say. Keep in mind that I write primarily from Margo’s perspective; she’s frustrated because it looks to her like the X-men are just standing by while all of this happens, but that’s just her. Really, this plot idea is for anyone who is dissatisfied with the current X-men leadership, for whatever reason.
Amelia- I’d be up for a thread to discuss the idea; Margo has no intention of taking over the X-men by herself, and she wants to hear other people’s opinions on what they think needs to change. Same goes for anyone else who is interested. In the meantime… pulling all the strings to get you stuck on menial parking tickets duty
Ambrose- I agree with Cafas. The best thing you can do for the X-men right now is to take Ragnarok to a new level.
Cafas- That would be great, actually. Cafas is totally helping Margo out by recruiting people and sharing his ideals and accidentally inciting a coup.
As the utopia plot progresses, violence breaks out between humans and mutants. META bots everywhere begin to malfunction and arrest all mutants, rather than just those committing crimes. Eyes are turned to the X-men… but the X-men refuse to get off their soapbox and do something instead of going on and on about peace.
X-men takeover plot idea: Certain individuals, including Margo, decide that something needs to change. They join the X-men with the intention of staging a coup, of using the X-men’s authority and influence to do things their own way.
Whether the coup is successful or not, it serves as motivation for characters to join the X-men to try to make a difference in the world.
Any suggestions? Let me know what you think, and whether you want to be part of this movement to change the X-men for the better.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 27, 2016 20:14:13 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo had had a long day. She’d been volunteering at a charity auction on the other side of town; then she’d gotten on the wrong bus on the way back, and then she’d gotten on the right bus going in the wrong direction, and then she’d finally gotten on the right bus going the right direction only to miss her stop. She’d had to walk back a stop to get to the coffee shop for work. Stupid mistakes, but that was what happened when you’d pulled an all nighter the night before. Come to think of it, that had been a mistake too.
By the end of the day, the girl wanted nothing more than to fall into her bed. Lunch had been a sandwich some time ago, though, and she didn’t feel like going out to get dinner. That left the kitchen. Margo, grudgingly, hauled herself down the stairs.
The last time she had been in this kitchen, there had been blood all over the floor and a very angry wolf. This time around, there was a kid working the microwave. The kid was striking, with silver hair and blue eyes, but there was something in the set of her features that almost reminded Margo of something…
“<What are you heating up there?>” she asked, in Japanese. The Tokyo dialect. She fished her phone out of her pocket, ready to pretend she was on a phone call in case this was another of her embarrassing mistakes and the kid didn’t speak Japanese.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 9, 2016 12:01:10 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
The wolf, hackles on end, backed himself against the cabinets as DocProf approached. When the robot girl offered her hand to him to hold, he pounced at her. Margo flinched. She fought down the rising sense of panic and frustration at the fact that every move they made was the wrong move.
Either Tyson was too far gone for her to influence— she had never tried to project on an animal before, but she was mostly sure she couldn’t— or calm just didn’t mean the same thing to him as it did to her. In either case, keeping up this projection was useless. Margo cast trust and safety around her instead. Trust and safety were not the right emotions when you were in danger of being bitten in half by a wolf, but maybe they would pacify said wolf.
If not…
“Unless you guys can get him to calm down, I vote we just knock him out and deal with it later.”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 8, 2016 12:32:39 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Miss Taylor was surprised at being asked a valid question. Margo took note of the fact, but could hardly blame the woman; she worked as a counselor at the Mansion, after all.
“I want to learn,” she answered thoughtfully, “about the things I’m actually interested in. I want to meet people who want to learn, and I want to be challenged, and I want to see the world. I want to do anything but waste my time, if you know what I mean.”
Margo smiled then, cynically, because that had definitely been too honest. “But if college is just going to be a name and a degree on my resume, and that’s what I need to live comfortably in the world, I’m fine with that too.”
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 8, 2016 11:26:24 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
The scene in the kitchen changed quicker than thought. One moment Margo was gagging— she could smell the blood, she swore, coppery and fishy— as DocProf and the alien guy and the robot girl crowded around Tyson. The next, he was literally snarling in their faces and Margo suddenly didn’t mind the blood so much. As long as it wasn’t hers.
She was definitely the least intimidating. If the wolf were going to maul someone, as he looked one wrong move away from doing, it would be her.
Calm, thought Margo. That was the right emotion when facing off with 300 pounds of fear and anger… right? She thought it until it filled their corner of the kitchen.
On the bright side, if she did get mauled DocProf could probably heal her. Probably, unless she was dead.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Jun 7, 2016 11:34:16 GMT -6
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May 25, 2018 5:55:50 GMT -6
Margo ran.
She ran to condition for a sport she didn’t play anymore. She ran from people (applying the term rather loosely) who were out to get her. During the rush hour at the coffee shop she worked at, she ran for things. I RUN, read her tank top this morning, with something about turtles stampeding through peanut butter in smaller print. So when there was howling and cursing and “someone get a doctor!’ coming from the kitchen, that’s what she did.
Margo ran. Up the stairs, down the hallways, past the offices. The hallways were mostly deserted, at this early hour… was it too early for the Infirmary to be open, she thought with a hint of panic?
No. The lights were on. Thank the heavens.
“Someone’s bleeding in the kitchen,” she gasped. It was kind of an understatement, but if DocProf didn’t understand her urgency he soon did. In the distance, there was a howl of pain and the sound of something being knocked over.
She ran back. There was blood on the floor, everywhere. Her heartbeat pounding through her chest, Margo stood back and tried to not be sick.
