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 Apr 30, 2017 16:10:48 GMT -6
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Bailey has been picking up guitar in his spare time and been looking for opportunities to play. So, he has been posting these throughout the mansion and around New York city. Got a character that plays an instrument and would call the number? Perfect! Post here or PM me and we can set up an audition date for them!
Ideally, we'd end up with a keyboardist, a drummer, another guitar player, and a couple of vocalists. Other instruments can be worked in as well.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 26, 2017 18:04:34 GMT -6
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“SNACKS!”
Bailey bounded in, his pineapple socks sliding along the hardwood floors that lined his room. Carefully, he set down a bowl of chips in front of Victoria and then slumped into the other beanbag chair in the room.
It was late at night and he had a girl in his room. A girl. In his room. Bailey was having a hard time not being a little nervous. He wasn’t about to try anything, but it was still a little weird. He was just hoping that she didn’t have any expectations for her.
They were all alone in the cramped little space since Bailey had paid his two brothers fifty dollars each to find somewhere else to sleep. He kept his distance from her, not wanting to crowd her in the little space, but he stayed close enough to make it seem like he wasn’t afraid of her, or something.
Outside, it was still dark, save for the streetlights that never went off, but the sun was threatening to peak out on the horizon. Bailey paid no mind to it.
He settled into the beanbag chair and glanced at the blonde girl.
”So, whatchu wanna do? Video games? Cards? Movies?”
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 26, 2017 17:14:20 GMT -6
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Beau knew exactly when he was being ogled. He used to joke that if he didn’t know that he was an adapted, he would have dubbed it his mutation. So when the assistant girl glanced at his chest, he knew. He may not have been looking at her, but he knew.
His ego grew another size.
He lost the hand that was helping to guide his arm through his sleeve, but he was fully capable of putting on a shirt alone. He may have been slightly deficient of brain cells, but he could still dress himself.
June stood next to him so that Miranda could get an estimation of height, so he stood up straight like he did when posing for pictures so that she could get the full picture. A large height gap - the ideal sizing for the “perfect couple”.
“Dunno,” Beau shrugged. ”I think it’s more of a pose for picture kinda thing, but I’m not sure. My manager booked it.”
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 17, 2017 8:34:24 GMT -6
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>> "I can help you with that too. You can attend school here, or move in as a resident, depending on your preferences... also, if you are not eighteen yet, you'll need permission from your parent or guardian."
"I'm eighteen," Bailey announced proudly, "just had my birthday recently." He'd been using his newfound power over his own well-being to sign out of school whenever he didn't feel like going to class. It was sort of magical. Plus, now, he could do things like sign up for a mutant school without telling his father.
"Thanks for all the help, really," he enthused to the woman sitting across from him. Until he'd come to her office, he'd known the minimal amount about what exactly he was and what exactly he wanted to do with his life. Thanks to her, he now knew far more than before. It was actually sort of a relaxing feeling.
Maybe he'd get some more ice cream on the way home.
"Excuse you," Beau muttered as he sucked in air. A pin had just scraped down his leg, dangerously close to some more important parts. He eyed the girl with a slightly miffed expression. It had probably been an accident, he figured, so he didn't say anything. Besides, she was already back to fondling his legs carefully. Definitely an accident.
At the question of whether he could bend his legs, Beau lunged forward and stretched his back leg out. "Sure can," he grinned. He admired himself in the mirror as he did so.
Damn, he smirked silently to himself, you look good.
Standing back up straight, he glanced back at Miranda with a shrug. "I'll probably be going with Allison Raymond, my costar," he said distractedly. It was good publicity when single actors attended together, and Beau hadn't held a long-term relationship in some time. Plus, latest he'd heard, Allison was also single. "I doubt she lets herself get any fatter than a size 4, or something." Actresses rarely did.
"Of course," Miranda cooed, "you'll look lovely together."
He did another turn in the mirror and then stepped off the little podium. He toyed a little with the sleeves of his shirt and then let his arms fall to his sides.
"What's next? More outfits, or are we planning this gala outfit?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 14, 2017 19:28:15 GMT -6
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Bailey cocked his head at her apology. "Not your fault. Just the way things happened," he shrugged. If he was being completely honest, the distance made him appreciate his family members more. Back when they were all together, he'd taken his mum and brothers for granted. Since they were apart, Bailey missed them more than he ever thought that he would, and he knew that if they were ever all together again, he'd be far more thankful for them all.
No siblings. What a life. Bailey tried to imagine it but ultimately failed. "That must get really lonely," he whispered, more to himself than to her. He looked at his feet awkwardly afterwards. "Sorry, that's kinda rude. I just... couldn't imagine life without my brothers..."
Her parents were still in Estonia. Bailey felt a pang of sympathy for Victoria. They both had family members that lived far away, but at least Bailey still had some of them with him. From the sounds of it, Victoria was all alone. Plus, Estonia was way farther away than the six-hour drive back to Stratford. "I'm really sorry. That must be hard. Where do you live, then? You don't live on your own, do you? You're, like, my age, right? 17 or 18?"
He really hoped that she didn't live on her own. That would be really lonely. Although... it would also be kind of cool. She would be able to do whatever she wanted without anyone telling her no. Bailey suddenly felt both sorry for her and very envious of her.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 10, 2017 19:33:26 GMT -6
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"Mm-hmm!" Beau agreed, adding a pleased lilt to the second half of the noise. "Of course you wouldn't. I look amazing." She was right. The jacket had been a poor choice on his part. It would hide his shapely figure and prevent his adoring fans for a wonderful view. The assistant was very smart.
There was nothing that she could say that would surprise Beau at that point. He’d already heard, or at least told himself, all of the compliments that she gave. He also didn’t seem to notice her apprehension or the fact that she wasn’t fawning over him like most girls her age did.
Before he knew it, Beau had been helped into a fresh outfit. It was nothing like the one he picked out, but he had to admit that it looked good on him. He flexed his arm, admiring how the bunching accentuated (some of) his best features.
”You’re pretty good at this, you know,” he told June. He’d placed her as just the hapless assistant at first, but clearly he’d been wrong. She was good at what she did. ”How old are you, exactly? Are they paying you well for your time?”
He turned as Miranda entered the room. Abandoning the cuff that he’d been adjusting, Beau opened his arms to greet her with a wide grin. ”Miranda, you’re a genius, and you’re potentially gaining another permanent client.”
His manager would have stabbed him if she’d found out how easy to get he was playing. Beau didn’t really care, though. Somehow, the two ladies had found a way to make him look even more attractive.
”If you think we should go with a strap, then we go with a strap. At this point, my body is at your mercy.” He smoothed his shirt as his voice let the words out like butter. It definitely wasn’t his way of accentuating his chest, or anything. Not a chance.
He did another turn in the mirror for the enjoyment of all the room’s occupants and then began to speak again. ”I hope that this isn’t the only outfit I get to try,” he asked with a fake pout.
”Oh, and Miranda, love, I do hope that you’re paying your assistant enough. She’s more than just a pretty face.” He nodded toward her with another wink. ”Believe me, I know what it’s like to be underestimated because of your looks.”
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 10, 2017 13:41:54 GMT -6
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The French in June's statement went right over Beau's head. If it had had any sort of romantic connotation, then he would have no idea.
"Off they come, then," Beau grinned and unbuckled his belt. In his situation, most people would have been a little warier about stripping down to their skivvies in front of two people who were essentially strangers, but not Beau. He dropped his pants and kicked them to the side.
Beau stepped into the center of the little area sectioned off by the screen and then extended his chest. In only his boxers, he felt entirely liberated. He sucked in a deep breath and put his hands on his waist.
He only wished that he was able to admire himself in a mirror. Or, even better, from where June was standing. In some sort of out of body experience. He made a mental note to see if that was a possibility. If there was research happening, then Beau would be funding it.
With a sigh, Beau ceased admiring himself and turned to June. He caught the undershirt that had been tossed at him and pulled it over his head. It really was such a shame that he had to cover up those washboard abs. Return engagements would certainly be granted if anyone asked.
"Oh no, not orange. Definitely not orange," Beau shook his head. He didn't know all that much about fashion, but he did know that he didn't like the colour orange. He pointed to the cart behind the girl and clicked his tongue. "What about- uh- the blue shirt and the black jacket?"
Beau quite liked the Streep woman. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed to like him even more or maybe the fact that she was offering to dress him in fancy new clothes. Whatever it was, Beau knew that he had nothing to worry about in that moment. He relaxed and let the ladies take the lead.
He removed his jacket and shirt when he was instructed to, having no qualms about being shirtless. In fact, he almost preferred to be that way. He pretended not to notice the fact that she measured a few more times than necessary, or that her hands lingered a little longer than they should have. Heck, if he had been in her position, he knew that he would have done the same thing. It was really just a shame that he couldn't be in her position.
He winked at June as she pulled a trolley back into the room and let his arms fall to his side. He stepped off the little podium, bidding adieu to the reflection that he saw in the full-length mirror.
The changing screen was just a few feet away. He saluted Miranda before stepping behind the screen and then looked to the pretty brunette who was to be dressing him.
"So how do we go about doing this? Need me to remove anything else?" He winked at her and stuck his thumbs through the belt loops on his pants. He'd grown rather accustomed to stripping down for scenes, so he wasn't exactly ashamed about any part of his body.
It also didn't hurt that the assistant was very pretty. And... Serbian? English? He still had no idea.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 10, 2017 9:52:17 GMT -6
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"Wait, seriously?" Bailey's face grew more and more excited. "Is that really something that can happen? 'Cause that would be totally cool. I would totally be into that. Definitely."
The boy wiggled even more in his seat. He could transfer to the mansion for an extra year to decide what to do! That, was, like the best possible scenario. He already had friends at the mansion, so that wouldn't be a problem, and he could learn more about his abilities and how they worked. Not applying for school had probably been his best mistake yet.
"Is there paperwork, or something that we have to fill out?" he asked, sliding forward to be able to reach the desk if he needed to.
He was all for the idea. Besides, it wasn't like his dad would care. He'd probably actually be happy to learn that Bailey had some sort of plan that wasn't bumming around the apartment for the year.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 10, 2017 9:05:48 GMT -6
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"Gingham... sure..." Beau nodded, trying to seem as if he had any idea what she was talking about. Sure, he'd spent years being dressed and getting to see the fashion industry, but he didn't actually know that much about it. He mostly just listened to whatever his stylist told him to wear and stuck to that. He even slept through the few runway shows he'd been invited to.
June handed him the sparkling water with her eyebrows furrowed. Beau didn't think much of the expression, so he simply tipped it toward her in thanks and then took a small sip. He actually preferred regular water to sparkling water, but he figured that the bubbles made him look more... cultured.
He watched as Miranda surrendered the few notes she'd written down to her assistant. From what little he could see of them, he didn't think that they made any sort of logical sense. Then again, maybe they would to her assistant. She didn't seem all that terrified by the words that had been scribbled down hastily.
"Sure you can," Beau grinned and flicked the wrist that wasn't holding his water away from him. "Get as creative as you'd like - just don't make me look like Lady Gaga." He winked at the end of that statement and then glanced around for the assistant girl. He'd realized somewhere over the course of the conversation that he'd lost her interest, and he rather wanted to get it back. As much as he told himself that he was above all that stuff, Beau did like it when people fawned over him.
"So," he clapped his hands together, "what do you have for me? Enough for a little fashion show?"
Two women doting over him while he tried on clothes and got to look at himself in the mirror? Beau was so there.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 7, 2017 12:53:48 GMT -6
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Bailey's face fell a little as he watched Emily take some gummies from his supplies with a grumpy expression. He knew that he'd been a bit of a jerk, but he hadn't realized that he'd made her so angry. That really hadn't been his intention.
"Sorry about, uh, everything, I guess," he mumbled as he pushed the doors to the movie theatre open and held them open for her. "Especially the movie. I'll have to work on my... sitting quietly abilities..."
He glanced at his feet awkwardly, leaning against the door so that he could use both of his hands to carry the candy again. Their movie experience really hadn't gone as planned.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Apr 7, 2017 11:35:13 GMT -6
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Beau mimicked the kissing motion that the pretty Italian(? he had no idea) girl on the other side of the desk made when she stood up. She was sort of cute, and definitely sophisticated, but she looked very young. He averted his eyes quickly, not wanting to give anyone watching any sort of ideas.
"Water. Sparkling, if you have it," Beau responded, his grin as wide and practiced as ever.
He stepped into the office of the woman he'd come to see and drank in the sight of it. It was even better than he'd expected it to be. Busts covered in fabric, shoes, bags, magazines, and of course, sketches, filled the office. It was rather amazing, really. He felt as though he was somewhere very important. Which, of course, he was.
"Ah! Beau! I hear you've been terribly mistreated. Come let me spoil you. June?"
Beau had opened his mouth to reply with some sort of charming quip, but Miranda had already moved on to addressing her assistant. There seemed to be something unspoken between them, but for some reason, it almost seemed off. Perhaps he'd just distracted the girl with his good looks. That happened from time to time, and he could hardly blame her.
"I'm appearing on a late night talk show for an interview on Friday, if that helps any," Beau supplied. He liked to know his schedule ahead of time, and he wanted to get right to the clothes. If he could save them any time, then he would.
He took a seat in the chair on the opposite side of Miranda's desk, smoothing his shirt down on his chest as he did so.
