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 Bailey Bishop on May 30, 2017 14:59:08 GMT -6
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”I won’t!” Bailey enthused, making sure to block every bit of sunlight that came near her. He was so, so stupid. How on earth had he let her stay until it was that bright out, or let her run off into the sunlight? He should have kept her inside.
He kept her shielded as he began to walk forward, ushering her back inside while shielding her with his body. It was slightly awkward and cumbersome, but at least she wasn't burning in the sunlight.
"I'm so sorry, Victoria," he said, "this is all my fault."
It really was. He felt terrible about it. At least he was able to stop the sunlight, though.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on May 30, 2017 14:43:36 GMT -6
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For a minute, Bailey thought that all of his thoughts were validated. He really was on a television show, and it was just some trick. He wouldn't have to move the entire library. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
The teen's shoulders slumped and he took another good look at the gigantic library. There were so many books, and he would have to move them all. Lame.
”Okay…” Bailey said with a bit of a sigh. He had thought that his internship would be more like working at the front desk or helping people sign out books. That was a very different reality. It was kind of disheartening, really. He had to do all that work, and he probably wouldn’t even see it finished.
He started to walk through the library in the direction of the thousands of shelves that lined the walls and listened as Booker explained the rest of what was going to happen.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on May 15, 2017 15:11:22 GMT -6
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Bailey was at a complete loss as to what to do. They'd been having such a good time, and now she was running away? It didn't make any sense. Sure, he knew that he didn't have a great understanding of how to interact with girls, but even he knew that her reaction was unusual and a little uncalled for. He'd never heard of or seen anyone run out on someone like that. Not even in the movies, where crazy things happened all the time.
"Why can't you just tell me now? Can we talk about it?" Bailey continued to prod, his voice holding all the exasperated impatience of a young mind. He just couldn't understand why she was reacting like that. Sure, he could get angry and impatient with things, but never like that.
>> “I really like you and I’ll explain everything later. Please trust me.”
"Okay, then why-"
Bailey was cut off suddenly when Victoria started to scream. Like, really scream. Bailey covered his ears and made a few jerky movements, unsure of what was going on. Was there something hurting her? Was he just that awful that he'd made her scream at the top of her lungs?
Then, it hit him. Her allergy to sunlight. How could he have forgotten? He was such a jerk. All that she was trying to do was get home without dying, and there he was, freaking out at her. Seriously, what was his problem?
So, Bailey did the only thing that he could think of doing. He jumped in front of Victoria where the sunlight was hitting her and hope that his shadow would be enough to shield her from whatever it was that the sunlight did. "I'm so sorry! I forgot about your allergy!" he yelled over her screaming.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on May 15, 2017 14:46:00 GMT -6
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Still wearing a confused expression, Bailey followed the man out of his office. It was all a bit of a whirlwind. It didn't feel entirely real, in all honestly. Anyone sane would have sent him packing within a few words. So, either the guy was crazy, or he was up to something. Bailey wasn't sure which one he was hoping for.
He took a step back as Booker turned on his heel, having been following slightly too close. He was expecting the man to say something very important from the way he sucked in air, but instead, he just kept going and gestured for Bailey to follow. Yep, definitely crazy.
Well, at the very least, Bailey had the chance of a peaceful death in the basement of that old library, and he probably wasn't going to be featured on some television show. It had been a good life. All in all, it wouldn't be the worst way to go. So long as it was quick.
They walked through the library, back to the reception desk where Bailey had initially checked in. For a minute, things made sense again. The guy was going to send him packing quietly, outside of his office where he wouldn't have to deal with him. It made sense, actually. Bailey almost considered taking note of that idea and putting it to use if he ever had to fire someone. That would be a long way off, though. He still had to get a job first.
However, he wasn't being shoved out the door. Quite the opposite, in fact. Booker had started to list all the duties that he would be responsible for during his time at the job that he had just acquired. Bailey had to seriously rethink his stance on the fact that it wasn't a practical joke.
Oh... it was definitely a practical joke. "Move the entire library?" Bailey repeated. Yep, a joke. It was all a joke. That, or a really long dream. "You're kidding, right? This is when you have a bunch of people jump out and yell about some t.v. show? No one, actually moves a library, do they?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on May 13, 2017 10:46:28 GMT -6
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Bailey’s heart sank. Yeah, there was no way that he was getting that job, and judging from the way that the man put his head in his hands, he was about to be thrown out of his office.
Great. That was just great. He was going to have to search for a whole new job that was as chill as that one, write a new cover letter, and go through the application process all over again. He hated applying for things. It was so much effort. He would have slumped down in his chair and groaned loudly if he hadn’t been in public.
However, instead of tossing him out, the man said something else.
>> ”You’re hired.”
”Wait, what?!” Bailey immediately sat up in his chair, looking at the man with a new sense of wonderment. What was he doing? Even Bailey knew that he was probably the worst candidate for the job, and yet he was hiring him after, like, two questions? What was the point of that?
Maybe the man wasn’t really a librarian. Maybe he was just someone who snuck in there and was pretending to be the one interviewing Bailey… for kicks, or something…
Or maybe he was a spy! Or a murderer! Or a supervillain! Or he was running a practical joke! Or he was Donald Trump!
No, he didn’t look like Donald Trump. Scratch that last one.
Whatever his intentions were, he seemed to be serious. With a confused look, Bailey stood up and shook his hand. He… had a job that he was completely wrong for, hired by a really cool dude. Maybe he was dreaming?
”Sounds, uh, good? I think?” Bailey nodded. It didn’t sound bad… yet…
He chuckled awkwardly at the mention of him being killed for knowing too much. He wouldn’t put it past the guy. Bailey really had to reel in the wackadoodle, just in case he annoyed him too much. He didn’t want to leave the library in a body bag.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on May 11, 2017 14:20:46 GMT -6
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Heh. He made the guy jump.
Bailey grinned to himself in the chair across from him, watching the guy try to piece together why he was there and why he was sitting in his office. He didn't seem to get it, but he did seem to understand the compliment about his tie. The dude was cool. Well, anyone who went off like that about a superhero was cool in Bailey's book.
"Yeah! Those were great ones. I really liked the Unstoppable Deathpool run where he turned into a giant zombie sloth and had to try to rescue Dogepool from those pie-rates. You know, the sentient swash-buckling pies? That was a good one," he sighed and sat back in his chair. He really needed to read those comics again. Nothing could beat Deathpool.
They were back to the job again. The reason that he'd actually come there. It was a fair thing to circle back to, but he really wished that they could keep talking about comics. Or video games. Or anything else, really. He'd even settle for talking about board games, or something boring like that. Literally anything other than his job application or the fact that he really wasn't suited for the position.
"Uh..." Bailey searched for something to say. Why did he want to be an intern? Well, because he needed something to do for the summer and the ice cream shop wasn't giving him enough hours? He didn't really have another reason. The library position had seemed like the best thing on the job site that he'd looked at.
He stopped for a minute, his mouth agape, displaying his confusion. Finally, he said something. Well, he said a lot of things, actually. Very, very quickly.
"I, uh, wanna be an intern here? I guess cause it seems chill and I don't have to be responsible for kids or pets or things that I can kill. I'm not all that great at being responsible for living things. You can't kill books, though. Can you? I don't really know. I don't read much. I don't think I even finished To Kill a Mockingbird for English class. Or went to English class all that much, actually... it was kinda boring."
It took him a little bit of spiralling until he realised how off track he had gotten. Very, very off track. "So, uh, what actually goes on here? All I know is that it's an intern position."
His resume. The guy was asking for his resume. Was he supposed to bring in another copy? "Oh. I handed it in online. Gotta save paper and all that, right?"
Bailey cringed as soon as the words came out of his mouth. That really wasn't the thing to say to a librarian. Who worked in a building full of paper. He really knew how to impress people.
Wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, Bailey arrived at the library. School was winding down, which meant that he had to find some sort of summer employment, even if he wasn't planning on going to any sort of post-secondary institution. A teen needed money, after all, and he couldn't work at an ice cream shop forever.
The library, though, was not exactly what he originally had in mind. It was big and full of, like, books, and stuff. Bailey wasn't huge into reading. The whole thing felt a little foreign to him, and he wasn't even sure what he was supposed to be doing at his internship there, anyway. Moving books around, maybe? To, like, different spots in the library? But that didn't make all that much sense. Why would they have to move books around like that? Couldn't they just stay in one spot forever, collecting dust? How many spots were there, anyway?
It seemed like there were many. So many. As he walked (and spun around) in the library, his eyes were opened. He had never seen so many books in his life. In fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd finished a book. He certainly hadn't finished any of the ones that he was supposed to for class, or anything. That required effort that he didn't feel like putting in.
Eventually, he made his way to one of the offices on the upper level that he had been directed to by one of the nice ladies up front. That was who he was supposed to be interviewing him... or maybe telling him what he was supposed to do? The email had confused him a little bit, so he wasn't sure whether or not he d the job yet. Or if he was walking into the wrong office. The name was B. Bookman, though, so even if it was the wrong office, he was willing to walk in just for the puns. So many puns. It was a killer name to have when working in a library.
Rather than knocking, Bailey waltzed straight into the office of one mister B. Bookman and made his presence known. "Hiya! I'm Bailey. Bishop, that is. Bailey Bishop. I dunno if that means anything to you. It might, or it might not. I dunno if they told you my name. Guess it depends on how good the communication is here. Anyway, I'm here for the intern position. Or maybe to interview for it? I dunno."
The teen shrugged and then slumped into the chair across from the man's desk. He really wasn't what he had expected a librarian to look like. Certainly not one with his name, anyway.
For one thing, the man was ripped. Like, Hugh Jackman ripped. He could see it through his charcoal vest and lavender shirt.
The song Bubbly by Colbie Caillat seemed fitting for that moment. Bailey sat, wiggling around in his chair every once and a while, trying not to seem too awkward. Every once and a while, he would glance at Victoria, just to make sure that she was having a good time. She certainly didn't seem to be having a bad time, at the very least.
Or, at least, he thought that she wasn't.
All of a sudden, Victoria stood up and proclaimed that she had to leave. Bailey stared at her, unsure of what to do for a second. He really hadn't expected her to run out like that. Say she didn't like him? Sure. Think he was gross? It was a definite possibility. Stand up and race outside for no apparent reason? Never in a million years.
Sure, he wasn't all that great with people (everyone knew that), but he didn't think he was that bad. He definitely wasn't run-away-screaming-from-the-scene bad. Was he?
After a minute of blank staring, Bailey leapt out of his seat. He had obviously done something to make her uncomfortable, and he had to figure out what it was! There was no way that he was letting her leave without knowing. Nope, nuh-uh. He was a man-boy ready to solve the problem.
Sliding down the hallway in his socks, Bailey raced after the blonde girl. He didn't even bother to put on shoes as he exited the house. Some things were more important than proper foot care.
Soon enough, he could see her in front of him. Only about six feet away from him. Her hair was really pretty from the back.
He stopped, cupping his hands around his mouth so that his voice would be amplified.
"Victoria! What's wrong? Did I do something? I'm, like, really really sorry if I did! I promise that I'll try not to do it again!" he shouted after her, though it may have come out in one big string of words.
Enunciation when yelling was not one of his strong suits.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on May 9, 2017 20:36:34 GMT -6
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Beau stepped off of the little platform that he was standing on with a half-spin. It was a special, stylish way of showing off of his body while still making his way down a set of stairs. He had kind of coined it. There were countless vines that imitated him, but no one could get it quite right.
"Wonderful, Miranda. Absolutely wonderful."
In all honesty, Beau had absolutely no idea what he was looking at. He could somewhat make out two forms, one male and one female, but he was lost after that.
But if there was one thing that acting had taught him, it was to never admit when you didn't know something.
Fake it till you make it, baby.
The actor then turned around and glanced at the next rack of clothes. "Oh god, not that one," he said, his voice slightly disgusted. He was pointing at a pair of pants.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on May 1, 2017 18:34:07 GMT -6
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”Next!” Bailey yelled into the hallway. He had rented out a small space in a studio for the afternoon to host the auditions. He had been expecting just a few people to sign up, but the numbers had exceeded his expectations. So, he had spent a bit of cash and gotten a nice space for them, complete with the use of instruments.
The last three people that had auditioned exited the space, much to Bailey’s relief. He slumped back in his chair and blinked at the clipboard. He had arranged people in groups of two or three to make things easier on everyone, but that didn’t stop some of the people from sucking. His ears were still ringing from the out-of-tune singing and too-loud guitar riffs.
”Two guys up next. Ooh! A violin,” Bailey told Victoria excitedly. They were seated at a table at one end of the room, where they could take notes and give feedback. It made him feel super professional.
It was also a great feeling to be sitting next to Victoria again. Bailey had taken quite a liking to the vampire girl, and sitting next to her made his heart beat a little faster. He tried to just focus on listening to the music, though. It would be very bad to pick a horrible band because he was distracted.
”So, Max and Artair, right? You don’t know each other, but we’re doing a group audition to make things easier. You can just pick up an instrument and start playing the song together whenever you’re ready.”
He gestured to the traditional set-up in the middle of the room. There was a drum kit, a base, a few guitars, several mics, and a keyboard. Along the walls, there were several rows over other instruments, like violins, cellos, trumpets, mandolins, banjos, and tons of others. There really wasn’t an instrument that wasn’t accounted for.
There were several stands set up around the instruments with both sheet music and chord sheets for a Radiohead song. The pages were slightly crinkled from being turned by other hopefuls before them.
