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 Feb 9, 2017 17:19:30 GMT -6
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"Course!" Bailey exclaimed. It wasn't like he was about to renege on his promise. Besides, he would feel bad about just taking ice cream just for himself, especially when the girl so clearly wanted it.
"Wait, never? Never ever? You never went as a kid?" The idea seemed completely foreign to Bailey. When he was younger, he and his friends had gone to a ice cream shop after school almost once a week before screwing around near a little river. Those were some of his favourite times. He simply couldn't imagine someone not having experienced that before. "How come you didn't go before this? Allergy or something?" Well that didn't really make sense. Why would she come now if she had an allergy? He shrugged off the idea.
"Nice to meet you too, Victoria," Bailey continued with a raised eyebrow. She had never heard the name Bailey before? Sure, it wasn't that common, but it also wasn't uncommon. The girl was getting stranger by the second. "Can I ask where you're from that you've never had ice cream from a shop or heard the name Bailey?" Well that was rude. He smacked himself internally, but it was too late. The question was out there.
He decided to just cover his rudeness by talking about the ice cream, "mint chocolate chip is a great choice! My favourite is the maple, but that one's probably a close second." He attentively began to scoop the ice cream onto cones, stacking it in perfect, practiced spheres. He finished off the first one and handed it to Victoria, then prepared another for himself and took a good lick.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 8, 2017 20:37:25 GMT -6
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“Uh- okay,” Bailey nodded, rubbing his newly freed hand with his other one. “She was kinda awful. Maybe someone spat in her cereal this morning or something?”
He took a seat next to her on the bench, a few inches away just to be safe. She didn’t look as alright as she claimed, he noted. “Are you sure, though? You don’t look all that great. I mean- you look great, it’s just that…” Bailey blushed bright red and looked at his hands again. That had not sounded the way he had intended it to.
“I mean… you just look… I dunno. Tired? Are you sure something didn’t happen?” He glanced around awkwardly. He still wasn’t sure what exactly was going on with her, and he didn’t know exactly how much to ask in case it was… what he feared.
His eyes shifted down the hallway over to a little coffee shop. It looked quiet, slightly secluded, and close. She had said that she wanted a drink, after all. “That might be a good place to go,” he suggested.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 7, 2017 20:42:13 GMT -6
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"That's a great idea! I'll do it after some ice cream," the teen decided. He hadn't thought of calling it before, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. It was on vibrate, but still. It was a better idea than searching around blindly.
He wanted ice cream first, though. That was the new priority. "Nah, it's fine. I know how to scoop it so no one'll ever know... unless they look at the security footage... Eh. It'll probably be fine. I mean, no one really looks at that anyway, unless they've got some good reason to. I haven't set off any alarms or anything, so we're probably fine. Worst comes to worst, they make me pay the $6 or something."
Bailey winked at the girl and then gestured to the many flavours they had in stock. "Alright, girl-whose-name-I-don't-actually-know, pick a flavour. Any flavour. Just not bubble gum 'cause it's gross."
He had his sights set on a maple flavour that he used to always have back home in Canada. More often than not, it was what he got, and it never failed to disappoint.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 7, 2017 19:39:45 GMT -6
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The two teens had left the store manager with a very sheepish expression and a group of people that did not look all that impressed. Bailey felt a little bad for a second, but it faded away when he realized that she totally deserved what had just happened. Plus, Emily was totally cool.
He let out a breath of air as he was pulled away from the store by his hand, blushing profusely as he realized who had just grabbed it. That was how it was going to be, it seemed, and he did not mind at all.
"Where are we going?" He asked they walked through the mall away from the perfume store. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Bailey glanced at the girl rather sheepishly. No, there had been no injuries, no robbery, and no real emergency. Well, there had been, in a way, but it wasn't exactly something he wanted to admit. He turned a little red and then glanced at the backroom quickly. "I... uh... left my phone here. I wanted to come back to get it..." he trailed off and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. As he explained the situation to someone else, it all seemed a little bit stupid. Why had he run? He could have easily walked, or just swung by to pick it up on his way to school the next day, but no. He had run several blocks and entered after the shop was closed just to get it back.
"I still haven't found it yet, but I'm sure it's in here somewhere. Anyway, I'm Bailey," he finished brightly. He finally allowed himself to get a good look at the girl. The lighting wasn't great, but he could've sworn that her eyes were red. Strange.
Bailey watched as he glanced longingly at the ice cream display. He totally understood why, too. It smelled really good, and it looked even better. Even after working there for months, his constant hankering for ice cream hadn't died. There was no harm in taking a little bit late at night, right? "Want some?" He asked her with a grin, nodding to the display.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 7, 2017 18:45:16 GMT -6
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Bailey blinked at Emily.
He'd found her pretty before. Very pretty, actually, but the way she'd just stood up to the rude clerk had been... woah.
The teen shook himself. That was not the time to be fawning over the pretty girl that his dad of all people had set him up with. He needed to focus on... what were they doing? Oh right! She'd passed out! He needed to focus on that.
So far, she seemed to be fine, all things considered. It was strange. She'd just up and fallen over. She clearly wasn't drunk, so it had to be something else. He scrunched his nose up at a couple of possibilities that came to mind, preferring not to consider them. If they were the case, then he would be at a total loss as to what to do. Having four brothers and an absent mother didn't exactly prepare one for that kind of thing.
Hopefully it was just the smell of all the perfume.
"I'm the manager," the clerk spoke over Bailey's thoughts. She didn't appear to be backing down. Either she really hated teenagers, or she was just absurdly stubborn. Either way, Bailey didn't care for her. "We should go," Bailey suggest to his shopping partner as he stepped closer to the exit. He really wanted to be out of that store and away from the smell. "You should probably sit down, and this isn't worth it, you know? The store's probably going to close soon anyway. Sorrythatwasrude but it's true," he had rushed the first part of that sentence. "You're not very good at customer service."
The manager/clerk glanced around with a slightly nervous expression at the crowd that had begun to gather in her store. It was clear that the majority of their opinions fell with Bailey, judging from the nasty looks she was receiving.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Feb 5, 2017 17:06:14 GMT -6
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Bailey's eyes scanned the little back room for his phone. At first glance, there was no sign of it, but he refused to be disheartened. He began to frantically search through the stacks of paper, behind any sort of object, and through any and all drawers. It had to be there somewhere.
The only noise in the store should have been the sound of the teen rifling through the various items in the backroom. So, when the voice of a young girl reached Bailey's ears, he was more than a little confused. He shot straight up to his full height and cocked his head, sure that he was imagining things. It was late, after all, and he'd had a long day.
He shook his head and furrowed his brow. Surely it wasn't real... was it?
Bailey balled his hands into fists and placed them on his sides. It probably wasn't real, but it was worth checking, just to be sure. It wasn't like he was going anywhere, after all.
He walked out into the main part of the store and glanced around. Sure enough, there was a blonde girl standing in front of the display case. He blinked at her, entirely confused.
"Uhm... Hi?" He began slowly, unsure of exactly what to say to the girl who had just materialized in the closed shop.
Bailey raced down the street, pulling on his coat as he sped around corners. It was dark outside, and there was probably nothing going on that would mean any sort of danger, but he would not slow down. He had to get there before something bad happened to it!
How, exactly, he had managed to forget his phone at work escaped him. He went everywhere with that little thing. Everywhere. It resided in his pocket at all hours of the day, and it stayed next to him when he slept. Typically, he was either using it to listen to music, or to play some sort of addicting game. His entire life was on that thing, not to mention the notes for the test he had to write in three days. If something happened to it, then most of his personal information, photos, and entertainment would be lost.
Yet somehow, he had left work without it. He had walked his usual route without any sort of music in the background, and he hadn’t even noticed. The thought of it all just seemed wrong.
So, he had jumped out of bed in the middle of the night to rescue that piece of technology. He had gotten a few annoyed sounds out of his brother, but he didn't care. This was his mission, and it had to be completed.
Eventually, he reached the ice cream shop, out of breath and his heart ready to pound out of his ribcage. He barely even noticed the blonde girl about his age looking in the window as he shoved the key into the lock and swung the door open.
The teen raced inside and jumped over the little divider that separated the customers from the employees and went straight for the back room.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Jan 30, 2017 19:02:44 GMT -6
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The clerk narrowed her eyes and looked between them, but said nothing. The sour look remained on her face, but apparently she had realized that it might not be a good idea to be directly rude to her potential customers.
He watched the clerk's face for another second, surprised as it suddenly shifted. The clerk seemed to be focused on something behind him, something clearly not good.
Bailey turned around to see Emily clutch her head and stumble into the door. That didn't look good. She had been fine a second ago, so what had happened? Bailey stepped toward her instinctively with his arms outstretched toward her.
"Are you okay? Did something happen? Do you not feel good?" Bailey asked with a concerned look on his face. "It's the perfume, isn't it? It's strong. We should leave and get out of the smell." That had to be it. The smell was horrible, and nothing else could have happened to her in the few seconds when he wasn't looking.
The clerk appeared beside them, flashing a look at Bailey for his comment about the smell. All the sympathy on her face had been replaced by contempt. "If you're going to come in here drunk and cause a scene, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Jan 26, 2017 18:39:18 GMT -6
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Bailey gave the girl a glance up and down in response to her question. He raised an eyebrow and attempted to formulate a response that didn't make him sound like a complete idiot. "Umm... no? I don't know? What does a girly girl usually look like?" His final response was not at all what he had in mind.
"On second thought, lets look somewhere else."
Bailey cocked his head. He really didn't understand people sometime. "Why? I thought you needed to shop here? Don't you still need something for your mom?" If he was going to suffer through the headache of going into the perfume store anyway, it seemed like a waste not to buy anything. So why did she want to leave?
The teen followed her line of vision over toward the store clerk. She was giving them a dirty look. Bailey didn't really know why, though. Did they not look rich enough to be in there? Were they not dressed nicely enough? Maybe that was the case, but surely that was a poor business approach for the store. If they were going to glare at whoever went in there, then they weren't going to make very many sales.
Bailey frowned and stepped forward. "Are we doing something wrong?" He asked the clerk bluntly.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Jan 25, 2017 12:07:49 GMT -6
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"It gets kind of crazy sometimes, but it's not all that bad," Bailey shrugged. "I mean, I miss having my own room like I did in Canada, but I don't mind sharing with the brother I'm sharing with. My other brother, well... That's a different story... At least I only have to deal with two here, though!"
He pushed down the sudden pang of saudade that welled up in his chest. He didn't miss his brothers... did he? Whatever. The middle of the mall was not the place to examine his feelings. He would deal with that later. In that moment, he was all for plastering on a smile.
"Plus, I get to steal their stuff whenever I want to. We have a huge collection of games," he continued on his former topic, trying to add a little light to the subject.
A muffled "uh" sound escaped Bailey's lips as they approached a perfume store, but he promptly shut his mouth. He had dragged Emily into the comic store, so he wasn't going to complain about the perfume store. Even if he would get a headache for at least an hour afterward by going in.
Bailey casually plugged his nose with his pointer finger and thumb as they entered. "Does your mom like perfume, then?" He asked, his voice distorted by his closed nasal passageway.
Posted by Bailey Bishop on Jan 24, 2017 15:32:29 GMT -6
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"Four brothers," Bailey told her. "They're annoying as anything, but thankfully only two live with me right now. They're so much less awful when they're hundreds of miles away." He had convinced himself that he didn't miss them. The problem was, that wasn't really true.
The teen shrugged off the thoughts of his brothers and turned to the cashier. He handed over his merchandise and then some cash. He took his change and his bags and then turned to his companion. She hadn't actually answered his question from before, so he figured that it was safe to assume that it was time to move on. Besides, she did not seem at enthusiastic about the topic.
"What about you? Any siblings?" He asked, stepping towards the store exit. "Oh, and it's your pick for the next store."
