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 2, 2016 13:37:22 GMT -6
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She'd upset him. It probably wasn't such a hard thing to do these days, what with what it seemed everybody knew was going on, but Margo felt the shift in attitude and felt guilty nonetheless. "Sorry? Alex, all I meant to say was that you don't need to be scared of the people. You're not the judge of them and they're not the judge of you, if that's hard to believe."
Now it was the polar opposite of positive thinking crowding into her head; with one last flicker, the girl pulled back her bubble of encouragement and the rest of that. She put her head in her hands and tried so, so hard to process Alex's words.
"They break, snap under pressure so easily that sometimes I wonder if it's just not possible to fight back with it. Or maybe it's me, maybe there's something wrong with me."
"What am I supposed to do Margo? Just trust that everything is going to be alright? That this won't end in disaster?"
When she finally met his eyes again, it was from behind laced fingers, that he might not see all of her expression-- specifically, the effort she was making to think straight through a cloud of mutation induced hopelessness. She supposed it was good for Alex to just talk these feelings out, but what sort of incompetent therapist was she?
"You're a survivor in a way I can't understand," said Margo at long last, "in a way that I admire. There's nothing I can say for sure to trust in... but will you at least try to remember that?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 26, 2015 13:37:51 GMT -6
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He tipped an imaginary top hat at her like a gentleman, a gesture that Margo did nothing more than smile at. Her face was feeling hot enough to fry an egg on by the time they rounded the side of the Mansion, but that was alright-- it was astounding, what having a plan could do.
For a [fan] girl, it meant nothing more than bearing her cross for the moment. Until
SPLASH.
It was, simply enough, payback. But what Margo had not intended was this: that in the midst of Jiri's very much deserved dunking, she should fall in on top of him and her nose meet his face.
...
"Not sorry but sorry?" said an appropriately abashed girl, when they had emerged- entirely separate, thank you- from the cloud of bubbles.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 25, 2015 16:16:16 GMT -6
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"You got it." And then Margo was gone, off in a flurry of excitement to the washroom. One speed shower later she returned, albeit not quickly enough for either her taste or Richard's. With a snazzy lunch and Wicked in order, and with her newfound brother, how could she possibly wait?
She took it all in stride, from Richard himself to the speedster she had a strong suspicion that he'd procured. It was so like him to go all out, and, honestly, it wasn't like the girl had expected any less. "You're looking... dapper. Debonair?" she said, and a smile played in her eyes that said all the rest.
"No we are not going to take my car my dear little sister. We are taking THAT car, which a friend has generously loaned me for the day. Now what do you say to that?"
Oh heavens it glints and isn't that a funny word, was the approximation of Margo's thoughts as she finally got a good look at the roadster. In all its glory. There was a pause, and when she spoke it was with a definite undertone of teasing admiration. That, and oh the sun just glinted into my eyes.
"I would say you're the best, but we both already know it. I would say it suits us rather well, but I look like a wet rat at the moment. No cigar there, my brother."
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 22, 2015 11:30:02 GMT -6
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In the sudden riot of alarms going off in the hangar, anything the either of them might have said was lost. Margo more than got the idea, though-- it was time to make an exit.
Panic would only make things worse. Anything would make things worse, if only because the world tended to take offense and make everything worse when you tried to say that nothing could possibly do so. The basement of the school was on fire, and the girl in the jet in the basement was absolutely, absolutely not panicking at that thought; come to think of it, absolutely not thinking about panicking to keep herself from doing so, either.
No, the girl in the jet was in the jet no longer. She pulled Jude away from the control panel, and slipped and skidded down the ice ramp on her behind.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Nov 21, 2015 20:21:23 GMT -6
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It'd be fun, maybe? Yeah? It wasn't called the Magic Kingdom for nothing, was all Margo would point out. Along with taking Alex on a mall date and a gelato outing, her resolve to secure a trip to Disney for the two of them increased.
"I'll let you in on a secret, Alex, the world's always going to be against you." So much for positive thinking, but it was the truth and they were going to face it. "Murphy's law. Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. The universe is screwed up and I'm not going to pretend people are any better," case in point her own privileged self, ignoring Alex for so long and now delivering an entirely unhelpful rant, "but for or against you or just a gawker, stop dramatizing us."
Prompted the girl, feet against the back of the armchair, elbows propped on knees, chin on interlaced fingers, "But...?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 23, 2015 15:44:48 GMT -6
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Whaaaaaaaaat. Alex having never been to Disney land or world was expected, considering his background, but that didn't stop the privileged part of Margo's psyche from gasping internally in horror at the fact. "Would it sound like a better idea if I said we were going, Disney for disney's sake?" she asked, just to clarify that they were indeed going. "Because feel free to, but I was just kidding about the stress relief."
That was the thing about Alex, that he took things so much at face value. She knew no other way of communication but this half sarcastic and half sincere banter, but it made it hard for anybody besides her to differ between the two. What was she supposed to say, though, and how could she be serious without being either confusing or depressing?
Counseling was so not her thing.
"I get you," said the girl with a sigh at her own incapability, in regards to not being able to retreat. She liked being relatively anonymous herself, and Alex probably so much so more. "Rolling with the simile, though. Why? Here's your positive thinking," and a dash of said positivity filled the atmosphere, "so what's the bear, where's your stick?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 23, 2015 8:15:33 GMT -6
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Richard was not convinced, again. He really needed to stop hitting the save the conversation for a another time button, but the girl, again, was glad enough when he did. She skated on right past that.
"Oh, heck yes!" It was perhaps said with too much enthusiasm, if there could be such a thing for going to see a musical. With a grin, Margo tried again. "I do proclaim this suitably amazing for us." It was, and, "The Lion King, please. Or Les Mis or Wicked or Phantom, because I'd see all of them if I could." Even the thought of those were enough to send chills down her spine.
Incredibly, incredibly happy chills. It was happening already.
"Do you mind if we stop by the Mansion so I can change and grab some stuff?" Because a musical and a snazzy lunch was just that type of occasion, one of the few where the oversized tee and jeans she was still wearing from last night might not be appropriate.
She was never going to get out of this conversation, was she? Jiri's grin confirmed it. Golly, how was his eye color even legal? The expression in them was even less so.
"Multiple choice, yo. Is the answer one, negative one, or negative three?" It had to be pretty obvious, even to a kid in summer school, that there was no such thing as a negative number of photographs, right? Right? But even this last attempt at the teacher voice was ignored in favor of launching into his think out loud exercise... as expected.
He kept talking.
Why couldn't he just. Stop. Talking?
It was in vain that Margo tried to protest, at first whenever the boy paused for breath and eventually even when he didn't. Eventually she was just trying to talk over him, her arguments becoming increasingly of the type that could easily have been punctuated by exclamation points, but were not. The type that could easily have been represented on a text post by the three dots of an ellipse.
>>"Four of five, with internet search... Is this a combinatorics problem? I hate those, just give me a second."
She was hopeful. "Did you mean basic arithmetic?"
>>"Well the internet is infinite, and assuming safe search on because oh God why would you look for Cold Steel with safe search off..."
She was amused. "Why would you look for anything with safe search off?"
>> "The real question is: how long did you spend staring at shirtless Cold Steel pics before you chose the perfect four to impress fan girls with?"
She was wicked. "Like, actually two minutes before the meeting and then the thirty seconds when they came over? You were there."
She steered him by the arm to the side lawn and beyond, as discreetly as one could do such a thing. When she grinned, that should have been his warning.
>> "....you still felt the need to go out and photograph the man yourself. In spite of the fact that you already had one perfectly usable photograph of your own."
"Your logic is flawless," she said, and tackled Jiri into the pool just as he began his accusation.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 18, 2015 13:06:25 GMT -6
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There was a confession, then there was jazz hands. Margo furrowed her brow at both; it was more than enough to throw off someone who'd dealt with newly discovered mutants their whole life, and that person she was not.
"You mean, you won't randomly steal my body unless you fall asleep? What if I was asleep, too? What if I were awake?" It was something she was genuinely curious about, curious enough to ask more questions despite the spot her previous ones had put her in. Could he really not control it, or had he just not learned how? The former would... suck, to say the least.
"I could ask around for you on the forums, if you'd like," she offered in regards to his comment on not wanting to out himself. With her longish running blog she might actually have enough credibility to pull it off, plus all the bird watchers she'd met tonight and done stuff with pictures for would provide enough of a handhold. She hoped. "You know, asking for a friend. Except I would actually be asking for a friend."
It was just one of those phrases like Netflix and chill. If you said it, people knew what you meant.
>>"Now, I'm in summer school, so let me double-check my math here. That's 'one of which' that you took as part of your cover, and... let's see, six minus one is... Huh. Five that you didn't have as part of your cover."
That grin, though. In those eyes? How could she do anything but play along?
"Yeah, Jiri. Six minus one is five." The glare had disappeared, replaced by the utterly, utterly innocent sarcasm of a math teacher. "Do you have a problem with that? I'll set you up for an appointment with the man upstairs after class, but in the meantime, why don't we move on to part b:
If I scrounged up four of those five pictures from the Internet to distract a group of fan girls, how many did I have before I found those?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 18, 2015 8:01:18 GMT -6
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"Cool." That had been a terrible question, so what more was there to say? "It's my bad, didn't come out like I thought it would. I, yeah-- sorry."
Could he have gone in another form, though, and would he have? She'd not be the one to ask.
It seemed like a lifetime before they finally reached the gates of the Mansion, and thank goodness it wasn't so long a walk from there to... wherever they were going, she didn't even want to think about that anymore.
"The Internet's always a good go-to," Margo agreed as they crossed the front lawn. "Have you tried that yet, asking on the forums?" In theory asking in person would probably have been the better option, but she'd sort of already ruined his chance. Which was so not her fault, it was his for not wearing a dozen peace signs around his neck and looking all lonely and then getting into a debate with her about the ethics of photographing specials and not talking to anyone else, like he should have been.
His fault. So it wasn't like she was under any obligation to help him out, especially not because she felt guilty of anything. "Is the body snatching giving you trouble?" asked the girl out of no obligation. "Someone told me powers are more alike than we think. I don't know, maybe someone you haven't thought about could help."
>>"So. Ah. If you just heard about the club yesterday, why did you have all those pictures of Cold Steel?"
She'd have spit her soda all over Jiri, had she still had it.
"I pulled up... six." The pause there was for glaring purposes only, and to confirm that six was indeed the right number. "Four of which I didn't even take, and I said so. One of which I took yesterday as part of my cover, thank you very much."
One photograph did not make one a fangirl, in case anyone was wondering. She didn't even like ColdSteel.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 17, 2015 11:35:33 GMT -6
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The door was opened, and two way blinking ensued. Oh, so the counselor was this woman? Margo had seen her around but never quite put that together, and for her own part she seemed rather surprised at the girl and laundry basket before her- more the laundry basket than the girl, probably.
"Hey, Miss Taylor," smiled Margo. Having lugged the overflowing basket of mail through the door, she set it down and nudged it across the floor. "It is Margo, yes. And I know, which is what I came to ask you about."
A sigh as she regarded the assorted mail, topped off by her class records and schedule which she picked up. "What advice would you give to help narrow down college choices, and are the classes I'm taking now sufficient for those choices?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 17, 2015 9:37:07 GMT -6
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"Your real form... body? You said you were a body snatcher." That half-smile, though, almost made her want to reconsider and say never mind, then run off into the desert and never come back. Yes. This was I just killed my dad my uncle said so levels of shame right here, that Margo felt burning up her face. " And no. I change feelings, not feel them."
Seriously, how long was this walk going to last? Seriously, she was going to die before they stepped foot on the front lawn.
Seriously.
"Honestly, I'm not even sure," she laughed, or tried to. It sort of got choked out by all the awkwardness in the air, and the girl just ended up sounding like a total idiot. "I, uh, didn't even know it existed until like, yesterday. It's creepy and totally weird, but there are worst things. What about you?"
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 17, 2015 7:54:05 GMT -6
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There was something about introductions in the mutant world, that they always began in more or less the same way. With powers, and in this case length of stay at the Mansion. Jiri's was no exception, and that was when she knew for sure that she'd been busted.
"Empath, sort of," supplied Margo. "Been here for about a year now. And yeah, no summer school for me. Uh. Sorry for leading you on."
Yeah, she was totally not avoiding his gaze now. The distance from the bus stop to the Mansion gates had never seemed so long, except for maybe that first time she'd come here with Alex and a mutant hater had pulled a gun on them. Maybe that time, but still.
Posted by Margo Jewell on Oct 16, 2015 19:39:19 GMT -6
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Clyde was not very good at calming little girls down, was he? Still, he would have been far more of an expert than Margo if not for one thing: her powers. For the first time in her life, she praised the heavens for being a sort-of-empath.
A detox of anti-fear wrapped itself around the three of them, and to her relief the kid took the sudden change in atmosphere rather well. Taking a shaky breath she began to climb down the column after Clyde, and Margo followed.
"See, you were doing fine. Kid needed a little change in attitude, was all." People had trouble listening right when they were scared, and seven or eight feet did seem like an awful height for someone not four feet tall. More quietly, she asked, "Did you find out if she's the one doing this?"
