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.
Gawain led Bailey inside of the mansion, where his mind was further blown - if that was even possible. It was so incredibly nice and fancy. It was actually amazing to him that anyone lived there.
Sure, he had seen nice things before. He'd seen lots of nice things, in fact. Most of the theatres that his parents performed in, for example, were beautiful. They, however, were not used as schools. To Bailey, the mansion was proof that students could have nice things. He'd always figured that both of the high schools he'd attended looked horrible because that was how schools looked. He was, in fact, dead wrong.
He spun around as he walked, trying to take in the 360 degree view of the place. Before he knew it, they were at a row of offices. They were all very official looking. There were a few names that he recognized to be members of the X-men, like Cafas and Sam Johnson (he still harboured a hunch that they were somehow related), and a few more that he didn't recognize. From what he could see, though, the Masochist's name wasn't listed.
Mirror's office was a little ways down. He was curious to see whether it would be listed as one of his names, both of his names, or just 'Mirror'. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite read the tag on the door. "Thanks!" Bailey said enthusiastically as he watched the guy that he'd deemed to be his new friend leave.
The teen then turned around to face the new office that he'd been presented with. Gemma Taylor. The adapted woman. He raised his and and knocked quickly on the door, taking a deep breath to try to keep his excitement at bay.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 9, 2017 18:36:32 GMT -6
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Gawain led Bailey inside of the mansion, where his mind was further blown - if that was even possible. It was so incredibly nice and fancy. It was actually amazing to him that anyone lived there.
Sure, he had seen nice things before. He'd seen lots of nice things, in fact. Most of the theatres that his parents performed in, for example, were beautiful. They, however, were not used as schools. To Bailey, the mansion was proof that students could have nice things. He'd always figured that both of the high schools he'd attended looked horrible because that was how schools looked. He was, in fact, dead wrong.
He spun around as he walked, trying to take in the 360 degree view of the place. Before he knew it, they were at a row of offices. They were all very official looking. There were a few names that he recognized to be members of the X-men, like Cafas and Sam Johnson (he still harboured a hunch that they were somehow related), and a few more that he didn't recognize. From what he could see, though, the Masochist's name wasn't listed.
Mirror's office was a little ways down. He was curious to see whether it would be listed as one of his names, both of his names, or just 'Mirror'. Unfortunately, he couldn't quite read the tag on the door. "Thanks!" Bailey said enthusiastically as he watched the guy that he'd deemed to be his new friend leave.
The teen then turned around to face the new office that he'd been presented with. Gemma Taylor. The adapted woman. He raised his and and knocked quickly on the door, taking a deep breath to try to keep his excitement at bay.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 9, 2017 18:26:06 GMT -6
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The mall was such a great place to be.
Bailey had finally made friends at his school. It was a wonderful feeling, really. There were about six of them walking through the mall together, shooting the breeze like buddies did. They had nowhere to go, really so they began to walk aimlessly.
Eventually, they came to Bosom Buddies. The six boys stopped in front of the store and took a peek inside. It was clear that a few of them were genuinely interested, but none of them had the emotional maturity to know what to do with themselves.
So, they found themselves unable to move in either direction, giggling like a bunch of idiots outside of the store. Bailey kept glancing in, feeling his pale skin betray him and go a little flushed. "Only certain kinds of girls get their bras from there, you know," he announced to the group.
He wasn't actually entirely sure why he had said that. Or what it meant. He was just trying to fit in, really. It seemed like a perfectly normal place to get lingerie to him, not that he had any experience with anything like that. He just... wanted to say something.
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"That would be kinda crazy," Bailey grinned at the thought of playing at a club in Vegas. He'd never even been to Vegas, much less thought of performing there. It did sound like fun, though, and he like talking to Victoria. "But kinda cool, too. I think we'd both have to grow crazy arms to really sell it," he grinned and mimicked her tentacle arm display. "The Octopi band! We could sell merchandise!"
Bailey could take teasing. He was more than used to teasing, having grown up with four brothers. So, he was glad that Victoria had switched to teasing him rather than point out the fact that he wasn't as good of a person as he wanted to be. His grin grew wider, and he decided to go along with it. "Alright, but you'll have to help me find the cutout. I'm not sure where to buy those."
Fairies and magical creatures. That sounded really cool. Bailey tried to picture it, but couldn't quite manage. He decided that he would have to see it in person at some point. "That's super cool. Are you a fairy, then, or some other mythical creature?"
He paused for a minute. What was Canada like? Well... there many answers to that question. "A bit like New York state. Where I'm from, anyway. It's a little bit colder, but it looks similar to this. Just... more maple trees and fewer guns."
Bailey glanced at his watch. It was late. Really late. "Wanna walk back to my house?" He asked Victoria. He had to go, but he didn't want to stop talking to Victoria.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 8, 2017 21:07:41 GMT -6
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"Cool, will do," Bailey nodded at Mirror's response. It always helped to know what to call people. He insulted them enough as it was, even when he did know what to refer to them by.
The taxi pulled up to the school, and Bailey's eyes widened. It was huge. It was sort of crazy that it could even be called a school, actually. No wonder Gawain had referred to it as 'the Mansion'. It was perched upon an expansive plot of land, and it looked downright fancy. There really was no other way to describe it.
"This. Is. Sick," Bailey announced as he forced his door open. They were buzzed in, but he hardly noticed at the speed he was going. He probably would have just jumped the fence if they hadn't been let in. "You live here?? That's crazy!"
He rushed forward, trying to take in every aspect of the sights around him. Before he knew it, he had walked backwards, into the massive front doors. "Can we go inside?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 8, 2017 9:23:58 GMT -6
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>>"I was born this way. The gender-shifting started before I was born, actually, so mom was pretty clear on the details... being a mutant and all. The mirrors... that came later, when I was about thirteen. I was in a fight, and someone pushed me into a window."
Bailey nodded as he thought about it. Shifting even before he (she?) was born. That was kind of crazy to think about. He hadn't even been aware that mutants could have mutations before puberty. Though, he figured, it might be even weirder if he (she) simply woke up one morning at thirteen and was... a different gender.
"So you shifted when your mom was pregnant? Wasn't that uncomfortable for her? Or do you not know?" Bailey inquired. "And what did you do when you found out that you could travel through mirrors? Do you use your power a lot?"
Bailey tried to think about when he first realized that he could nullify powers. There had been one instance in school with a mutant kid that stuck out, but he didn't really know if he could do it before that or not. He had no idea whether he was born with it or if it was a gradual process, or something? That would be a good thing to ask the adapted at the school. "Oh hey, what pronouns should I use for you?" Bailey asked after a second, saying the first thing that came to his mind as always.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 7, 2017 20:57:23 GMT -6
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"Oh, okay," Bailey nodded, taking her answer at face value. He wasn't about to pry any more than that while there were other things going on in front of his face.
The trailers drew to an end, and the pre-movie credits began to appear on the screen. Bailey settled into the back of the cushy seat, knowing that the movie would be starting soon. It was a good thing that the seats were so comfortable.
The movie started, opening with creepy music and an eerie shot of a man standing alone in the field. Bailey grinned at the scene. He wasn't scared in the slightest. If anything scared him, it would be the fact that he could still feel the eyes of the angry bald man on him.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 7, 2017 17:33:31 GMT -6
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The screen displayed a guy talking about technology changes, then a car commercial, and finally a pre-show quiz. They were all pretty lame, but Bailey didn't mind. He actually liked lame things. Perhaps that said something about him as a person.
He dipped his hand into the bag of popcorn and pulled out a handful. He shoved it into his mouth with one hand, dropping kernels all over his lap. With the other hand, he offered the bag to Emily, his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him. It hadn't dawned on him that she had a bag of her own.
After a second, he began to dig around in the sack of sweet things and pulled out some Starbursts. For a few minutes, he switched between those and popcorn at a nearly inhuman rate.
Finally, he looked at Emily as she put her head on his shoulder. She looked a little funny, he realized. "You alright?" He asked her curiously. His voice was a little bit louder than usual in order for him to be heard over the loud bass coming from the trailers.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 7, 2017 16:52:51 GMT -6
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The cab was a little cramped, but compared to other New York cabs, it didn't smell all that bad. So, overall, it wasn't too bad. Bailey did up his seatbelt and then sat back in the seat, putting his feet about halfway up on the seat in front of him.
He wished that the driver would put on some music or something, but he looked a little grumpy, so Bailey didn't push it. He realized that he would just have to live with the silence. Or fill it. That would work too. "Not long at all. One day I was sitting in a coffee shop, and this X-man came in. Masochist, or something," Bailey began to explain. He could have gone with the abridged version, but it was quiet, so he dove headfirst into the full story. "Anyway, this META bot came in and started attacking for some reason, and the guy couldn't do anything! These cops showed up, and things went crazy, and I shot off a gun, and then all this stuff happened.
"Long story short, the guy told me that I wasn't a mutant, and that I was an adapted. I didn't believe him at first, but then I went online and read a bunch of stuff, and it just made sense." He shrugged. He was alright with it at that point. Plus, he'd found some pretty cool stuff during his search. Audobon X, for example. "So how'd you figure out that you were a mutant?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 7, 2017 16:28:02 GMT -6
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Bailey's lip had been ready to wibble their way off of his face when the man came to confront them. He wasn't a fighter! He was a talker! Unfortunately, the man didn't exactly look ready to talk. He looked ready to put some dents into the teens.
Before Bailey could do or say anything, though, Emily stood up. She began to spout off things about how the man was embarrassing his boyfriend, and yada yada. Honestly, most of it just sort of washed over Bailey. Perhaps it was a mix of being scared and relieved at the same time, or the fact that Emily just looked so darn cool when she did that, but either way, he didn't actually hear most of the words that came out of her mouth.
The teen's mouth was wide open as the man left them alone. How she had just done that, he would probably never know, but he was thankful nonetheless. He watched her sit down silently, probably the only time all day that he would be without words.
And it seemed he would be without words for a while. Emily leaned over and kissed him, and he had absolutely no idea what to do. His mouth remained open, and he stayed completely still. He didn't have much experience with girls kissing him. Was he supposed to do something? He didn't know. "Th... thanks?" He said after a second.
Luckily for Bailey, the commercials came up on the screen a second later. The noise covered his awkwardness, and he had something to focus on.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 7, 2017 15:49:39 GMT -6
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They were calling a taxi, which meant that they were on their way. They were out of the stupid ice cream shop (something that Bailey never thought he'd think of the place as) which had been keeping them there, so they could finally leave. The two of them stood outside, Bailey bouncing on his heels, and Gawain generally just looking like the more mature of the two.
It was just a few minutes to wait, but it felt like forever. He focused on what Gawain was telling him instead of the fact that they had to wait outside, and he had definitely left his jacket in the shop.
Bailey was at least polite enough not to ask some of the dirty questions that popped into his mind after he thought of what it would be like to be a girl for a day. That would have just made things especially strange.
"That's a little weird, but also pretty cool," he told him. "How many girlfriends have you had? Did you ever date more than one person at once? I'm... asking for a friend..." He glanced at his feet awkwardly. He knew absolutely nothing about accidentally dating more than one girl at a time. Absolutely nothing.
A cab pulled up in front of them. Bailey made an excited noise and then opened the back door. He slid over to the far side of the car and then left the door open for Gawain to come in after him.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 7, 2017 15:08:10 GMT -6
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>> "I don't think I could get away with that."
"Darn," Bailey frowned. He definitely had actually wanted to take a joyride. He mentally raised his fists toward the people that controlled the school finances. Always ruining things. Probably, anyway. He didn't have a ton of basis to go off of.
He shifted genders. He shifted... genders? That was a strange power for sure. Bailey cocked his head, trying to make some sense of it. "So... you wake up and you're a different gender? Or does it happen randomly? What's it like? Is it confusing? Do you have the same memories and personality and stuff? Do you still go by Gawain? Do you look the same, or does the rest of your appearance change with... y'know...? Do you like it?"
It was such a strange thing to consider doing. Bailey could imagine flying, or absorbing energy, or being a shark, or something, but he couldn't really imagine shifting genders. Mutations were weird.
His attention snapped to the front of the store, where his shift replacement had just walked in. She was already in her uniform, starting to take off her coat when Bailey ran up to her. He shoved the key and his apron into her hands and started to book it towards the door. "Sorry, you're starting early! Have ta run! You can go ahead and punch me out. C'mon, Gawain!"
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>> "I'll add it to staff expenses..." "You get staff expenses? Siiiick. I wish we got that here. Well, we probably wouldn't be able to afford that, but it'd still be cool. You guys probably have a lot more money, eh? Does it cost money to go to the school? Is that where you get your funding? Or is it from outside sources? Also, how much money do you have to spend? Could you, like, buy a car or something? Or could we go on a joyride with this cab? Not that I want to or anything, but I'm just, y'know, wondering."
Bailey talked at an absurd speed. That was something that was well documented. Thankfully, he'd managed to tone things down to a degree in the last little while, but once he got going, there really wasn't any way to stop him. Even he didn't know how to turn it off. Word vomit was a good descriptor.
"A shapeshifter? That's cool. What'd you get from her?" He didn't look like a shapeshifter, although that didn't really mean much of anything. Maybe it was something that he just hadn't seen yet. Teleportation and shapeshifting, though? That was cool. Bailey was a tad jealous.
He glanced at his watch. Only seven minutes left. Time actually went quickly when you were having a good conversation. "So what do you do at the school?"
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 6, 2017 15:31:20 GMT -6
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"Sure it was," Bailey grinned mischievously. "But only for us. It may not have been all that nice for those guys." He was used to pushing peoples' buttons. He did have four brothers, after all.
He reached into the popcorn bag and pulled out another three kernels, casually waiting until the man turned back around. When he did, he threw the kernels at him, snickering quietly as he did so. They bounced off his head again, and one went right into his boyfriend's eye.
Bailey froze as the man rose out of his seat, adjusted his jacket, and turned around to face Bailey. His face was twisted angrily, and he was obviously looking for trouble. His boyfriend tugged on his arm and whispered something to him, trying to stop him, but the bald guy ignored him.
He stepped over the other people in the row and climbed up the steps on the edge of the auditorium until he was at Emily and Bailey's row. He lumbered over to them and stopped just short of Bailey.
"You got butter on my boyfriend's jeans. That's gonna leave a grease mark. We don't like when that happens," he growled.
"Uh... sorry?" Bailey mumbled.
"Sorry? How 'bout you pay for dry cleaning?" "I... don't have any money..." Bailey's voice had become rather faint, and he looked at his feet. He'd spent all his cash on the movie and the snacks.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Mar 5, 2017 21:09:33 GMT -6
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The two of them made their way into the auditorium and a pair of seats near the back of the theatre. That was always Bailey's first choice for seats. You got the full view of the screen without having to turn your head that way.
The seats were cushy, red, and rocked back and forth when you leaned one way or the other. They were very cool. Bailey swung his legs a little, trying to make it move without moving his back. He just wished that seats at school could be that nice.
He grinned as Emily sighed contentedly in her seat. She looked like she was having a swell time.
>> "I wonder if it'll stay this quiet."
"Dunno," Bailey admitted. He hadn't really noticed it until that moment, but no one was really talking. The movie was a few weeks old, so the theatre was pretty empty, but usually there was more chatter going on before the commercials started. That time, there was nothing.
Suddenly, he had a wonderfully awful idea. With a sly grin, he took a piece of popcorn and threw it at the couple sitting three rows in front of them. The little kernel bounced off of the man's bald head and landed in his boyfriend's lap. The first man, a large, muscled guy, turned around to see where the projectile had come from.
