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 Sept 27, 2016 19:47:51 GMT -6
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Bailey blinked and nodded. He hadn't realized that people shot off arrows wherever. Or anywhere, for that matter. "Yeah! That'd be cool to see. I shot a bow once at summer camp, but I think that was the only time I ever saw one in person. And that one was pretty cruddy."
He grinned and thought of something, "so, you're like a real life Katniss, huh? You should do the Hunger Games thing for halloween. Or is that too overdone? I just thought it'd be cool since you could, like, actually shoot arrows at people instead of just having fake ones. My brother always calls it the Hanger Games whenever he doesn't eat a meal or something, but that's stupid, sorry. I don't know why I brought that up."
Bailey shrugged once again at the idea of it. He silently reprimanded himself for how much he had already babbled to the pretty girl in front of him. He had to stop talking out loud so much.
"What, like... Mario Cart and stuff? I've played a lot of the old school games."
"Well I was thinking more like Call of Duty or Halo or something, but Mario Kart is cool too. I think I might even have Mario Party kicking around somewhere, but you kinda need more than two people. Mario Kart can definitely be done, though."
He scuffed his foot along the pavement as he continued, "I was thinking that, you know, if you liked video games, that we could go play some? Maybe at my house, or if that's weird we could go to the arcade. It'd be different stuff there, though. Like Pacman and stuff."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 27, 2016 19:13:01 GMT -6
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"Arrows? Like cardboard- oh wait. Like shooting bow and arrow things? That's cool. I didn't know that people still used them, actually. Where do you even shoot them in the city? Is there like a range or something that you can go to?" Bailey furrowed his brow as he half talked, half thought aloud about the topic.
He nodded at Elke's idea of a date. Darn, he had been hoping that she would have some sort of idea so that he wouldn't have to plan something. Or think of something. Or drive somewhere. Why couldn't they just play video games for hours?
Hey...
Why couldn't they just play video games for hours?
"Um... Do you like video games?" Bailey asked her a little nervously. Maybe they could go to the arcade, or even just go to his house, provided that his brothers would be kind enough to clear out.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 27, 2016 14:34:40 GMT -6
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"Look... i'm sorry she tackled you and... gooped on you. It was just really insulting that you ran away out the back door on me and all."
Bailey screwed up his face as he realized what a jerk he had been for running away on her like that. He hated realizations, especially if they had to do with his own behaviour. "Sorry," he mumbled awkwardly, but sincerely. "It was just kinda maybe a little bit easier to run away than deal with anything..." He blushed and looked down at his scuffed sneakers.
It seemed the girl, whom he could now safely call Elke, was just as awkward and nervous as he was. Bailey glanced at her fidgeting and blushed a little darker, rubbing the back of his neck to keep his hand busy. She was, like, really pretty, and really distracting. It was getting difficult to think.
"Thanks," his eyes passed over his socks again, grateful for the topic change. "I really like socks. Especially funny ones, or ones with animals or food. I got a whole collection at home. It takes up more than one drawer..."
He trailed off, realizing that he was making himself look like even more of an idiot. There it was with the realizations again.
"What do people usually do on dates?" His eyes met Elke's as he asked her the question. There were a few spots that he knew people would go back in Stratford, but he had no idea what people did in New York. "I mean, I can't take you anywhere if we don't know what we're doing."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 26, 2016 21:20:30 GMT -6
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"Sidestep?" Bailey parroted through his last mouthful of flatbread. "That's, like, a code name, right? I mean, no one names their kid Sidestep. Unless you really just want them to make no friends or something. Sorry, not trying to bash your name, or anything, but can you imagine going into kindergarten with a name like Sidestep? No ones going to want to share their sand with that kid.
Oh gosh, I'm being so rude, aren't I? Sorry 'bout that. It's a cool code name. Does that mean that you're a mutant? You must have some cool powers. I mean, if they relate to your name at all. I met this dude who called himself the 'Masochist', but thankfully his name didn't really have to do with his powers. I think he prolly just didn't look it up first," Bailey finally paused to take a sip of soda, followed by a spoonful of quickly melting ice cream.
However, his pause was short lived, as he continued without much thought to the state of his company. "Anyway, you can't always come up with a name that fits your powers. Some are hard to think of. Like mine; not much you can say about 'em. Though, to be fair, they aren't really powers, so I don't really need a code name."
He stopped talking to look at his plate that was growing cold. Without much hesitation, he made his way through a few mini quiches before he finally glanced up at Sidestep and Jax. The other boy just so happened to be casting him a rather bored expression while leaning against his hand. Apparently he wasn't exactly looking to listen to Bailey ramble when he had sat down.
"My name's Bailey, though. Bailey Benvolio Bishop. If you're wondering about the Benvolio bit, it's 'cause my parents are really into Shakespeare. They're stage actors and everything. I always get asked if it means something, but it doesn't. It's just an homage to the character," Bailey informed them with a small nod of his head. "I've talked a lot, haven't I? Sorry about that. I've been told I talk too much."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 26, 2016 14:11:56 GMT -6
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Who didn't love free food?
Bailey had been on his way home from a shift when he saw the sign outside of the famous Sanctuary doors. Immediately, he had taken a bee-line inside, following his nose to where there was nourishment being served. Sure, he had told his dad that he would be home straight away after his shift, but there was free food! There was absolutely no way he could possibly pass that up!
He took a plate from the side of the room and loaded it with any and all appetizers he could get his hands on. With his free hand, he grabbed a glass of soda and a bowl of ice cream, despite the fact that he had just finished a four hour shift at an ice cream parlour.
The teen glanced around at the other occupants of the area. There were a bunch of representatives talking about that whole Utopia deal, but that really wasn't what he wanted to focus on. The free food was what brought him there, and he much preferred to keep his visit to eating without any learning.
There was another table occupied by a few guys and a woman in their twenties, and an older man that could only be cosplaying a comic book character. Like, no one actually went out in public like that, did they?
Next to that table, there was another one that looked to be more his speed. There was a young girl with a fancy dye job talking to a guy about his age. They were both wearing a similar outfit to him, so he felt a little less out of place. He settled on that one and carefully stuck a piece of flatbread between his teeth as he walked for easier carrying.
"Heya," he grinned at the two of them, careful not to drop his flatbread. "What's all going on here? I mean, I know this is the Sanctuary, but the food seems a little better here than usual."
"Well, this is a charity dinner for the Sanctuary, and here you can find out a little more about Utopia," the boy, whose name tag read Jax, informed him, flashing a perfect smile. His grin seemed a little more fake than it had before for some reason, but Bailey preferred to spend him time focusing on eating rather than deducing.
"Cool," he shrugged simply. "What's your name?" He nodded to the girl beside him, already having figured out Jax's name.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 24, 2016 19:35:18 GMT -6
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The clone finally rolled off of him as she started to melt, just as the first one had. Bailey scrambled away as quickly as he could, doing his best to avoid the pink goop that dripped from her body. He did not succeed, and instead found himself trying to rub the stuff off of his t-shirt.
What was it even made out of? It wouldn't come off! He ignored the clone as she quoted The Wizard of Oz, though if it were any other moment, he would have been killing himself with laughter.
He groaned as he realized that he had wasted precious running time when the original girl rounded the corner. Her two other clones waited at the crosswalk like good citizens, showing up their 'sister' in terms of their attitude towards the law.
"Look, I'm sorry," Bailey repeated as he got to his feet, revealing his socks as his pants rode up slightly, and brushed the dirt off his jeans. There was still a huge pink smear that marred his t-shirt. "But you can't just spring that on someone! I just met you! I don't know your name! I've never been on a date. And you CHASED ME DOWN THE STREET AND HAD YOUR CLONE TACKLE ME!"
He hadn't intended to flail his arms that much as he talked, but there he was, standing on the street with a filthy shirt, looking like a madman. He took a breath and steadied himself.
"You're really stubborn, though. I'll give you that one."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 24, 2016 8:10:23 GMT -6
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"Getoffame!" Bailey struggled from under the girl. She had tackled him whistling some sort of strange, ear-splitting whistle that nearly popped his eardrum.
It was a clearly a clone that was on top of him, judging from the fact that it took her several tries actually perform the whistle. That, and the general underling aura she gave off told him that he was definitely not dealing with the original.
But damnit if she wasn't strong!
"Look, I'm sorry I left! Just let me go!" He continued to struggle under the girl's grasp. "You're really pushy, you know. Most people just move on, or ask someone else out, or don't follow their intended target down the street and tackle them!"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 23, 2016 15:12:57 GMT -6
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Bailey sprinted down the street with his bag hitting his back with every step. He took his usual route home, glancing back every few minutes. Why he felt the need to glance back, he wasn't sure, but he did nonetheless.
He rounded the corner with his head turned and ran straight into someone. He felt backwards with an 'oof', and brushed himself off as he got to his feet.
"Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled as he looked up at who he'd just run into. He blinked at the face he saw. He knew that face. It was the very same face he had just left in the ice cream shop.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 23, 2016 14:38:10 GMT -6
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The girl was still there. She was just standing there by the door like she was waiting for something.
She was waiting for something, he realized. She was waiting for him.
He seemed frozen in place, unsure of what to do with himself. Did he want to go out with her? Kinda, yeah, but he didn't even know her, or where they would go! Besides, he had just been told in school to not go off with strangers! Even if they were cute girls his age...
He stared at the girl and he clone for a few more seconds as he weighed his options. He could:
a) Go and tell the girl that he didn't want to go out with her. b) Go and tell the girl that he did want to go out with her. c) Take the back exit.
Needless to say, Bailey chose option c. The door to the staffroom swung wildly behind him as he raced to the back exit and made a break for it. Confrontation avoided.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 23, 2016 14:18:36 GMT -6
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"You could take me on a date."
Usually, that would be the time when Bailey would endlessly ramble on a topic, but at that moment, he was completely at a loss for words. He just stared at the girl for a good minute.
He had never been asked out before. He had never even really been on a real date. Sure, there was the middle school 'dating' thing, where you just walked down the hallway holding hands for a week and then break up because it 'wasn't working', but he had never done anything even remotely resembling what she was asking.
"I uh-" Bailey stammered, unable to figure out what to say in response. It wasn't as if he didn't like the idea of it all, it was just that he was so caught off guard. She was cute and funny and forward, and he was just staring at her.
The little bell above the door saved him. His replacement, a tall woman in her mid-twenties, walked in and nodded to him. He was free to go.
Bailey took his leave and scampered to the back, his face bright red. Finally out of the sightline of the pretty girl(s) still waiting on a response, he could breathe. He sucked in air and glanced around. Bailey ripped off his ugly pastel apron, bowtie and itty bitty hat, and stashed them in his locker for his next shift. He still didn't know what to say!
He grabbed his bag and relocated to the washroom, attempting to delay his response. There, he changed back into his own jeans and t-shirt, and changed his boring white socks to his own, much better pugs not drugs socks.
Once he was back in his own clothes, he could think a little more clearly. Emphasis on the 'little'.
He opened the door to the main restaurant and glanced at the state of the girl, who he realized that he didn't actually have a name for.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 23, 2016 13:49:32 GMT -6
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"Ah yes, the homework allergy," Bailey nodded sagely. "I've experienced that one myself. Pretty nasty, eh? Can't say I've ever seen someone melt from it though." He tried his hand at continuing the joke as he tried not to picture the pink goo dripping down either of the girls' faces. That was a memory that was probably going to be sticking around for a little while.
He paused with his hand hovering over the register and his face in an 'o' shape. She was a mutant. Everything was so much more clear! And maybe a little more awkward.
Bailey chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck as he felt his face redden. "This is kinda sorta maybe my fault, then."
A week or two ago, he totally would have just ignored this and not mentioned his 'mutation', but after receiving some information from a rather grumpy X-dude, he figured that he owed her the courtesy of an explanation. She had been pretty nice, and seemed confused, after all.
But darn! This is was what, the third time he had almost killed someone just by standing near them?
"See, you're a mutant..." He began awkwardly, abandoning his job of ringing up her order. "And I'm an adapted. Six feet is supposed to be my range. Might want to keep your, uhm, clone, that far away."
He attempted a sheepish grin and looked at the original girl. "Sorry 'bout melting, uh, her. You can have that cone on the house. And one for you if you'd like."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 22, 2016 18:54:37 GMT -6
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Bailey put his hand in front of his face to hide the fact that he was snickering at the 'your mom' comment. When the camera turned on him, he quickly coughed to cover it and pretended that nothing had happened.
"You're welcome," Bailey shrugged at the man's thank you. In reality, he had just let the cop save him from the intrusive reporters, but he didn't mind taking credit for it. "Not really your fault, though. I mean, it kinda is, but I don't really blame you for it. I did shake your hand, after all."
"Adapteds?" Bailey's lip curled a little at the idea of it. "Sounds like something out of sci-fi book." The guy was probably just making stuff up, wasn't he? He couldn't be human...
Could he?
He figured that he could look it up on redit or something when he got home just to see for sure, but he doubted that there was any merit to what he was saying. Probably just some crackfic online that someone made up after a few too many drinks alone.
Bailey ducked into the car and moved over to the far side of the cop car. It made him sort of uncomfortable to sit in the back, but he tried not to make that obvious. He had heard that the doors didn't open from the inside, so he jiggled his handle just to check, finding the rumours to be true.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 22, 2016 18:13:15 GMT -6
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What.
The.
$&@%.
Bailey stood with his mouth open as the second girl began to melt. Yes, literally melt. There was pink goop stuff running down her face and all over her skin like a melting candle. Bailey had never seen anything like it, and he had seen some weird stuff in New York.
"What's wrong with her?" He asked with wide eyes. Maybe he was imagining things. Maybe staring at that crack in the wall for so long had finally broken him.
Obviously the first twin saw something amiss too, since she pushed her sister out of the way. The second girl toppled, but held onto her ice cream and recovered.
After a minute, she started licking her ice cream again and returned to normal. Bailey's top lip had turned upwards at the less-than-appealing scene that he had just watch, but he tried to hide it. Maybe that was supposed to happen.
"Uh," Bailey reached for the container and read off the ingredients list. "Anything that would cause her to... Um... Melt? Or anything else that would make her do that?" Maybe she had a medical condition or something.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 22, 2016 17:32:22 GMT -6
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"Nice," Bailey nodded to the second twin. He took a sprinkle cone from under the counter and walked over to the flavour of ice cream the second twin had pointed at.
It was fitting; a sprinkle cone with the birthday cake ice cream. The girl had good taste. He continued to grin at her as she danced in front of the glass case. He couldn't really decide which one of them he liked better. The first one was definitely smarter, but the second one had a certain optimism that he could relate to.
"Alright, there you go," he handed the cone to the second girl rang it up in the register.
"You know, she's not even a real person. I don't know why I put up with this."
"What do you mean by that?" Bailey asked curiously and quirked his head at her. That was an odd thing to say, even if it was about a sibling. "I mean, I've heard that twins can be smaller because they share a room 'n all, but you're still both real people!"
He shrugged and looked down at the register. "Anything for yourself?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Sept 21, 2016 19:59:20 GMT -6
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"Uhh sorry, everything won't fit on one cone," Bailey informed her with a grin. "I can try, but it'll probably be taller than you!" And would likely end up on the floor.
He couldn't help but wear the same goofy expression as he watched the two girls debate. It was clear who was in charge, and where most of the, um, brains ended up between the two. He thought originally that it was supposed to be brains for one and looks for the other, but it seemed that they both received the looks. The one was just a little less fortunate with the brains.
"Good choice!" Bailey informed her after she made her decision. "Though, there are many good ones here. We have free samples, you know," he added nonchalantly, as if that would have no weighting on the girl's decision.
"So... Waffle, chocolate-dipped, sprinkle covered, or sugar cone?" He moved over to the little display of cones where the four types were displayed. Next they could cover the number of scoops as well as any toppings.
