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 Oct 15, 2016 15:44:13 GMT -6
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"If you like cool socks, and I like cool socks... if you don't want to wear matching socks, why don't we just trade halves? If our feet are the same size, I guess."
Bailey blinked at the man. He had just stolen his socks and then admitted to doing it, and yet the guy was offering to split the pairs with him.
How did that make any sense?
Well, it was a good thing that Bailey wasn't one to distrust. Or to question things for very long. "Sure!" Bailey agreed enthusiastically. "I'm a size eleven. I think it's the same in Canada as it is in the US? I dunno, I haven't bought any shoes here yet. How do you want to do this?"
The teen sat down on the floor in front of the big pile of socks and began to separate the single socks from their match. There were a ton to get through, and he wasn't sure what to pair with what.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 13, 2016 16:33:59 GMT -6
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"I uhm..." Bailey looked down at his feet and dragged them across the carpet. He didn't want to answer the questions. Actually, he really didn't want to answer the questions. "Look, I took them, alright? They were just there, and no one was with them and it looked like they wouldn't be missed, so I just took them! I'm really really sorry." His voice grew softer near the end. It was crazy awkward doing saying that, and having to look down at the socks he had taken didn't really help.
"I... Like socks," he added after a minute, lifting his jeans a few inches so that his taco socks could be seen. "They're sort of my thing. I just haven't had a lot of extra cash to add to my collection lately."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 10, 2016 19:59:15 GMT -6
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"Uhm..."
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"Uhm..."
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Bailey's mind blanked.
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He glanced down at the socks he was holding. There was a very good chance that the socks he was holding were his. He stood there, his face devoid of any expression other than an open mouth, and stared at the man.
His mind was blank, but his conscience was screaming out. He had to give the socks back, but just how he was going to go about that, he had no idea. How did he do it without making himself look like a complete idiot and/or a thief?
The only solution that his body could produce was to make his arms go limp, causing him to drop the mound of socks for the third time. "Sorry," he mumbled, offering no other explanation as he stared blankly at the man and the pile on the ground.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 9, 2016 17:42:24 GMT -6
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Bailey waddled awkwardly down the hallway, having caught a falling pair of socks between his knees. He needed to get away fast, and he needed to do it without running into that tattooed guy again.
He had figured that he was home free and clear, until he walked right into a wall. When did that get there? Bailey dropped everything in his arms and rubbed his head, staggering backwards in pain. His head pounded in pain and the room was spinning.
Bailey glanced around. There was nowhere else to go but backwards. Sure, he could enter someone else's room, but he wasn't sure what exactly could be in them, and then he would be just as stuck.
With a sigh he scooped up everything he had just dropped again and turned around. He was going to have to go back past the guy, and he was going to have to act like it wasn't weird.
He walked briskly and stopped just before reaching the man, giving him an awkward nod and hoping that he would move out of the way so that he could get through.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 9, 2016 17:31:02 GMT -6
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"Uh yeah, professional stage actor," Bailey told her sheepishly. It wasn't exactly a high paying job or anything, but it was kind of cool. "Though, he would tell you that 'all the world's a stage'," he had puffed out his chest and done his best impression of a Shakespearean stage voice as he quoted As You Like It by the famous bard.
"It's cool," Bailey grinned, leaving off the last consonant. He hadn't been in the city long, yet somehow it felt like much longer. He could barely even remember his life in his old town. Okay, that was a lie, but it sounded poetic in his head. "There's lots to do, but sometimes it feels a little too big, y'know? Like I'll never be anything or do anything more than anyone else. But I mean, that's really not that big a deal. And it's not like things would be much different in my old town either. I mostly just hung out with my friends and goofed off and stuff."
"Di'ju luck out and get one of them places without its own community of roaches?"
"I dunno. Haven't seen too many roaches, but I saw a spider or two. And some ants," he shrugged. It wasn't like his family were the cleanliest of folks.
Bailey closed his eyes and scrunched up his face as he got a good look inside of his apartment. Damn, it seemed that things were worse than ever. The apartment was an absolute mess, and his older brother Benji sat eating two slices of pizza at the kitchen counter.
"Sorry," Bailey mumbled. "I guess we all just got used to my mom cleaning things up. That does really happen here, so no one does it."
"Hey Bailey-boo," Benji sang, "who's your girl-ie-friend?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 9, 2016 13:57:24 GMT -6
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“Perfect,” Jax grinned widely. “I can definitely get you set up with some more info, but maybe in a pamphlet form. I’m sure you don’t want me talking your ear off the whole night. Besides, I’m sure that you’ve got plenty of interesting things to say yourself.”
Bailey sipped a glass of water through a straw obnoxiously.
“Oh! I nearly forgot,” Jax added while shooting Bailey a death glare, “there are tours beginning of Utopia. I can totally get you set up with a date! Completely free for mutants. Don’t ask me how they got the funding - I have no idea.”
Bailey had all but tuned out the conversation out. He knew that Utopia wasn’t for him, given his lack of an x-gene, so all of the information being shared was completely useless to him. Jax may as well have been going on about sealion migration. Actually, that might have even been more interesting. Did sealions even migrate? That was the sort of thing that Bailey could have been spending his time finding out about rather than a mutant community in Antartica of all places.
He eyes glazes over and glanced lazily around the room. That lasted for a good minute and a half before he spotted someone he recognized. Her face, her stance. She was definitely familiar…
Bailey’s eyes grew wide and he threw himself under the table suddenly. The tablecloth moved with him, sliding everything on it a good two inches forward, and the table scoot across the floor with a horrible screeching noise.
“What the hell?” Jax called down to the boy who was poorly hiding.
“Shh,” Bailey hissed. There was no way he was coming out. That was Aura up there for god’s sake. Murder of hundreds, maker of bone furniture. And she was using her pink formations as cutlery.
With all of his time spent on the internet researching his own condition, Bailey had come across some interesting things. Specifically things about mutant killers like Aura, and he had not intention to die that day.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 8, 2016 13:57:53 GMT -6
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"Oh! Sorry!" Bailey half yelped, half mumbled to the stranger that he'd just managed to walk into. He had also managed to drop most of the socks he had been carrying. He bent over and began to gather them back up as quickly as he could.
He didn't even bother to look at who he'd just walked into as he shakily stood back up, trying very hard not to drop anything as he did. He had intended on getting out as quickly as he could, and not running into anyone else to witness what he was doing. Bailey didn't typically steal anything, and this was weighing heavily on his conscience.
"I... Uhm..." He looked back up at the man. He was definitely weird looking to say the least. He was absolutely covered in tattoos, and his clothes were completely mismatched. The biggest things that he noticed was the fact that his socks were absolutely awesome. And that their pairs were in his arms.... "Sorry again."
He needed to go before he started babbling and admitted to something. He held on tightly to his armful of socks and went the opposite direction, not realizing that it would be a dead end.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 8, 2016 11:13:58 GMT -6
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Bailey nodded at Elke gratefully, thankful that she hadn't been too put off by either his insinuation or his rambling that followed it. He really needed to work on getting it into check, even if she said that she didn't mind. Some day it was going to get him into big trouble.
"Yeah, he's a bit odd, so just be warned. Actually, I don't even know if he's home. He might be at a rehearsal or at a club or something," he shrugged as he climbed the first flight of stairs. His dad's schedule was confusing and full of things that didn't include him. He didn't mind much, though. He knew that his dad was doing something that he had always dreamed of, and it gave him and his brothers a bit more freedom.
>>"So how long have you worked at that ice cream joint?"
"Few weeks," Bailey shrugged again. "I just moved here a little while ago, and my dad wanted me to pick up a job when we got here. Y'know, to help with the bills and stuff..." He trailed off and coughed. There it was with his rambling again. He wasn't supposed to be telling people about that... Something like being confidential about money or something?
"Anyway, this is it," he stuck a key in the door the third floor apartment. He just hoped that his brothers had been nice enough to not leave everything they owned out like they usually did.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 7, 2016 20:31:49 GMT -6
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"Oh good," Bailey breathed in deeply. If her dad was a pushover, then maybe he actually had a chance of not losing any limbs if they ever met. The boy suddenly went bright red as that thought crossed his mind.
That was assuming a lot of one day playing video games. That was assuming that they, like, got to the point where they were meeting parents and everything and that was just way too fast. He looked down at his shoes as he walked and tried to refocus some of his thoughts.
"I mean, it's not that I, like, expect to meet your dad or anything," he mumbled. For some reason he felt the burning need to clarify that to Elke, even though she clearly hadn't been on the same train of thought. "I mean, like, totally not trying to put that pressure on this day..."
Bailey trailed off, his face tomato red. He was at a loss for words suddenly. That never happened.
"Oh, I live with two of my brothers and my dad," Bailey shrugged. His face had not returned to its normal shade, especially since he was now even a little more embarrassed about not living by himself. It seemed that that was what Elke was hoping for. Should he be living on his own yet? He had thought that people were supposed to move out after high school, but maybe that wasn't the case.
"This is it," he gestured to an old, tall apartment building that they had just walked up to. "It's on the third floor."
He began to walk up the stairs two at a time, expecting that Elke would follow. He hadn't shown someone to his new place yet, so he was sort of excited-but-also-a-little-nervous about it. It was a lot smaller than his old house in Stratford, but it was sort of cool. Plus it was in New York!
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 4, 2016 20:55:12 GMT -6
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She liked his big mouth! Bailey tried to hide the fact that he was blushing brighter than a macintosh, but he was exceptionally pale, so it was difficult to achieve. No one ever liked his talking habits, but it seemed that he had stumbled upon the exception.
It took him a minute to recover from his initial fear of offending her when she began to laugh. But after a few seconds, he joined in awkwardly. It was a forced laugh, but he was very glad that she hadn't actually been serious. He needed those arms; he was already useless enough without them.
"Yeah!" Bailey grinned in agreement and pumped his arm along with the sentiment. They were going to go play video games! It was going to be awesome!
Wait...
"Your dad..." Bailey began as he led her down the street in the direction of his too small apartment, "is he... Scary? Like would he be mad if he saw you hanging out with a boy? Am I going to have to pass some sort of inspection?" He had seen all sort of things like that in the movies, and it never seemed to work out for the character in question. If pop culture had taught him anything, it was that he should be scared of his date's father. Very scared indeed.
His house wasn't far - only a few blocks from where Elke's clone had tackled him on the sidewalk, and it would only be a few minutes until they got there if they kept up a reasonable pace. Bailey full intended to keep up a reasonable pace, unless there was more chance of him getting his arm broken, in which case he had several escape routes to use.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 4, 2016 20:45:48 GMT -6
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Jax gave her a well-timed minute so that it didn't look like he had pre-approved answers to give her. With practiced charm, he gave his answer in stride, "we'll have all the same judicial and law systems at Utopia as we do here. The same idea of democracy; the same idea of a a free country. The thing is, everything will be run by mutants, so your best interests will be what people are fighting for. It's going to be a bit of a shift from the META bot scanners that we have here, but we're hoping that it will be a smooth one, and one that benefits everyone."
Bailey nodded silently to himself as Jax spoke. It certainly sounded interesting to him, although he knew he wouldn't be allowed to go. A few weeks ago, he would have thought that he would be able to, but after new information surfaced, he knew that he would not be welcome in a nation just for mutants.
"Sounds like it'll be the place to be," he said somewhat regretfully. "Sorta wish I could go, but I guess New York is pretty cool too. Plus housing might go down if that many people leave." His mind began to whirl as he considered all the possibilities that might occur if a good percentage of the New York populous up and left.
While Bailey was busy thinking in his own little world, Jax turned to Istrid. "So, what do you think? Does the idea of Utopia interest you at all?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Oct 2, 2016 15:53:27 GMT -6
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If there was ever a moment in which the internet-created word 'welp' could accurately describe an expression, it was in that moment, about Bailey Benvolio Bishop.
He had sat silently through Istrid's spiel about her powers, neither eating nor talking for the first time since he had sat down at that table. English may have been his first language, but science was not, so many of the words went right over his head. He blinked at her in a slow manner, trying to pretend that he had understood even a little of what she was saying. However, it was clear that he did not.
"So, Jax, you said that you knew what Utopia was?"
"Yes," Jax nodded eagerly, clearly enthused by the idea of talking about something other than Bailey. "I don't know if you saw any of the announcements with Mr. Jagger, but Utopia is a mutant-only nation. It's currently being built Antartica, but don't worry, there will be year-round climate control." Dazzling grin. "There will be a place for all mutants, and there will be no need to worry about prejudice or hatred there. Hence the name, 'Utopia'."
"Sounds nice," Bailey said, his sentence free of qualifiers.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 29, 2016 17:22:15 GMT -6
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"Woah, so your hair just, like, naturally made itself red and blue? Patriotic," Bailey nodded with his eyes slightly squinted as he took in her appearance again. He wondered if anything would happen to the less-than-natural colouring if he spent too long around her. From what he had read on the internet (and was therefore abso-tutely, without a doubt, the truth), people with physical mutations often took on a normal form when around adapteds.
"What about you, you said that your powers weren't technically powers. How's that even possible?"
"Well, you see," Bailey began as he finished off a cupcake, "I have this really cool power." He leaned in closer to Sidestep and glanced around to make sure no one else was listening in, "it's very useful. The thing is, I can turn invisible, but only when no one is looking."
Bailey leaned back in his chair and made an explosion sound effect while making a 'mind blown' gesture with his hands. He stayed solemn for a few more seconds before laughter overtook him for nearly three times as long.
"Sorry, that was a joke. I'm an adapted. I make other peoples' powers disappear. Poof, gone, nada, nullified." The boy grinned and shrugged, "I'm technically human or something, just with a little extra gumption. Dunno how it all works; I just know what the internet told me."
"That's just wonderful." Jax rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "Did you want to hear about Utopia or not?"
"Sure," Bailey nodded. He didn't mind one way or the other, but it seemed as though he had really annoyed Jax, so he didn't want to be any more of a bother. Simply agreeing to it seemed like the best way to do that. But at the same time, he wasn't quite finished with the topic. "But only after Sidestep here explains her powers."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 28, 2016 18:41:36 GMT -6
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"Well they gotta be awe-inspiring," Bailey enthused. "I mean, they're powers, after all, right? So that means that they're automatically cool! I mean, there are some powers that are a little weird, but I'm sure that yours aren't like that. Does your hair have anything to do with them? That would be cool."
"I have to admit, though, the food and people here seem to be much higher quality than other homeless shelters, what's the occasion?"
Jax did everything he could to not acknowledge Bailey, instead staring intently at Sidestep. "It's a charity event here at the Sanctuary. It's great for gaining donations and interest for the centre, as well as serving as a good way for potential residents to get a good look at the place." Cue the dazzling grin. "Plus, I mean, there's the food."
"Yeah, it's really good!" Bailey agreed through a mouthful of cheese.
Jax ignored him as much as possible, only giving a brief wince as any indication that he was even aware of the other boy's existence.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 28, 2016 18:17:59 GMT -6
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"I bet you totally would," Bailey grinned. "I mean, you got quite the tackle. Well, sorta, anyway. How close are your clones to you, exactly?" They looked the same, but they were definitely different as far as intellect went, so perhaps they were different in terms of anatomy and skills, too.
"S'alright. I don't mind you talking."
Bailey blushed. "You don't? I just kinda figured that you would, since my brother always says that people hate how much I talk. Calls me a Bigmouth 'n everything. I guess that's just what brothers do, though. Or maybe he was right and you're just the weird one. Not that you're weird. I mean, maybe a little with the chasing thing, but nothing else."
Green eyes returned to his feet. Wow, that was incredibly smooth, wasn't it? He was just making a mess of everything.
"Ehe! Oh, of course... those games! I love those games! Not really any, uh, good at them...but maybe you can teach me?"
"Sure!" Bailey glanced up, excited. "That sounds awesome! I'm pretty good at them," he puffed out his chest proudly, "but I can go easy on you. Don't worry, I'll have you playing like a pro in no time at all!"
"I'd be fine with whatever. I mean, if we go to your house and you try and pull anything i'll just break your arm, ya know?"
The colour drained from Bailey's face. "I-I didn't mean it like that. I wouldn't I-I wouldn't do something like that! I just invited you over 'cause there isn't really somewhere else to play games, I swear!"
