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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
After having returned to the apartment and waited, the time to leave again arrived. The time to leave for a club done up with a blue interior and with a bouncer sitting outside anxious about the arrival of a pair of women, one of whom had cleaned his clock.
The Ranger and Lenna had taken a cab to the club, stepping out to meet a line outside. Music could be heard outside, people standing around danced to the bass. The Ranger led the way, bullying a few people out of the way to reach the bouncer. The bouncer looked down and, feeling emboldened by the people in the area took an aggressive stance. The Ranger made a fist and pulled his female arm back reading to punch him, this robbed the bouncer of his nerve and he stepped aside letting the pair in. The people in line nearby raised their voice in annoyance and frustration at the bouncer.
Inside there were people galore; dancing to the loud music, drinking, and in many cases trying to secure a companion for the night. If Lori was there, she would be hard to find unless she made a scene. The Ranger turned to Lenna.
If the club were green, it would have been hopping like a frog. The club was blue, though. Blue was too cool to hop. Blue chilled, and flowed, like churning eddies of water. People were swept up in the music, and lost to the undertow of emotion. People floated by the kidney-bean-shaped counter, and had personal conversation in the closeness of the rounded booths. The sleek interior and low lighting made every person's features hard to examine. It was just bright enough to make your way around, and see sensual outlines of dancers. To get to know your dance partner's features, you had to get up and close. This was going to be difficult, unless Lori made trouble.
>>"Let's hope she's here."
Lenna reached out and grabbed Lori's body's hand, and pulled Michael towards the dance floor. "If we want to get her to show herself, we may as well become the center of attention. You'd better know how to dance."
The Ranger had expected to stay out of the spotlight, grill the bartender about Lori's presence or lack there of, and wait for Lori to present herself in his body. Being covert was generally his M.O. as it allowed for movement and intelligence gathering with less annoyances. Lenna, had a different idea. She took hold of the Ranger's female hand and pulled him/her toward the dance floor.
"If we want to get her to show herself, we may as well become the center of attention. You'd better know how to dance." The Ranger half-yelled over the music to Lenna as she pulled him to the dance floor.
Dancing the Ranger had done, but he hadn't danced in a while. Problem was, even when he did go dancing this kind of club wasn't his normal place to hit up. The Ranger was a fan of 2-stepping, waltz, swing, etc. Partner dancing, not bumping up against others in not normally acceptable in everyday life fashions.
"I prefer partner dancin', but if this is all just bouncin' around and gyratin' to the beat I can handle it."
Bouncing around enough to become the center of attention, with Lori's body and Lenna here it shouldn't be too hard.
>>"I prefer partner dancin', but if this is all just bouncin' around and gyratin' to the beat I can handle it."
"Gyratin'?" Her laugh was muffled by deep synth music. She moved to the music, shaking her head at him. "I don't think there'll be any of that. Not my kind of dance. I prefer the more relaxed," her arms moved, and she took a step closer, then turned her back to the Ranger. Lenna shimmied down, puling a wipeout sink. "Dance."
"Or maybe more formal. So," She looked over her shoulder, at Michael. "Partner dancin' like square dancin', or partner dancin' like ballroom stuff?"
"I don't think there'll be any of that. Not my kind of dance. I prefer the more relaxed," Lenna commented before she began to actually dance, not just move to the beat. And following a quick move she stated, "Dance."
The Ranger kinda moved a little, keeping to the beat, but this wasn't his kind of music but as he listened he figured some stuff could be done. And if being the center of attention was the idea than doing different dance moves than everyone else would help.
"Or maybe more formal. So, Partner dancin' like square dancin', or partner dancin' like ballroom stuff?" Lenna was looking over her shoulder at him.
"Square dancin', 2-steppin', swing, waltz, tango, merengue, and the Lindy hop." The Ranger realizing the beat playing could work with the Lindy hop he bust into a little bit. The Ranger kicked his/her right leg forward crossing in front of the left while leaning slightly forward and holding his/her right arm up in the air and left arm forward. S/He then brought the leg back and hopped on the left to the side, the arms swinging so the right was forward and left behind. After kicking the right leg back behind the left s/he planted it on the ground and raised the left and stepped back. The Ranger continued to fluidly move his female legs forward and back while the arms did the same, but slightly off to the side. This went on a few seconds and then the ranger kicked his female left leg out to the side and when s/he pulled it back in planted it on the other side of his/her right foot and spun twice."Which looks a little like that, but with two people."
((OCC: On the video watch 0:11 through 0:16, that's what the Ranger did))
Square dancing, two-stepping, swing, waltz, and tango. My, but he had a selection. It reminded her of old movies. Lenna cracked a smile. "Impressive resume. One has to love the classics." She'd grown up with those golden oldies. They hearkened back to a simpler time. Friday nights with the soldier girls. Movie night. Michael busted moves straight out of the old swing dancing craze... or maybe, it was something new. Either way, it blew her mind.
Lenna laughed. For being in the wrong body, he could still dance.
"You want to try and teach me that?" Lenna asked. "Here, let me try... let's see... like this... and like this... like so," She mimicked the moves. It wasn't perfect. She stumbled here or there. She got the gist though, striking a pose at the end, with her hands held up jazz-hand style. "Hmm? Not entirely ungraceful." Or was the word disgraceful? Who cared?
"You want to try and teach me that? Here, let me try... let's see... like this... and like this... like so,Lenna copied what the Ranger had done, not perfect but amazing for a first time. The Ranger applauded when Lenna finished and pulled out some jazz hands. "Hmm? Not entirely ungraceful."
"Good, looks like you've either seen similar dances before or have done a few like this one. The Ranger did the short bit again but this time extended it. S/He hopped his left leg out farther so it had more of an angle then the other. S/he then kicked his female right leg then pirouetted on his/her left leg and as soon as s/he landed jumped and kicked his female heels together, landed and slid to the right. S/he then continued with the fluid movement of his female legs back and forth and a little off to the side, ending with a turn. "That little bit I'm doin' with my feet, that is the basic step that you do while spinnin' around with your partner.
>> "Good, looks like you've either seen similar dances before or have done a few like this one."
"Old movies," Lenna replied proudly.
The classic ones always had the best song and dance. Swing dancing was one of the things she'd always been fascinated by. She'd never gotten a chance to try it with a real partner, though. Only other girls in the training camps... and they thought she was weird for wanting to practice strange American dances.
The Ranger demonstrated the dance, and Lenna paid close attention. There was leg-kicking, leg crossing, leaning, and arm movement.
>> "That little bit I'm doin' with my feet, that is the basic step that you do while spinnin' around with your partner."
Lenna nodded. "So, like this."
She started the dance, leaning to the right and snapping her fingers at Michael. Then, she started moving. Lenna almost glided across the dance floor past The Ranger, glancing over her shoulder, then doing the fancy footwork. She leaned forwards, kicking legs and swinging arms back and forth as she moved to the right, across the dance floor, then did the jig, turned into the spin, squared her arms, and did a pirouette. Lenna did a little jump, a little samba, and stomped down, hands held up in that same jazz-hands flair. It wasn't quite what Michael had shown her. She'd given it her own twist. Lenna smirked at him. She may just have done the Man's equivalent of the dance there just now.
That was interesting, the Lindy hop and other similar dances were common in very old movies. Movies made decades before he was a twinkle in his dad's eye. It isn't often you meet people who would watch movies that old, the few legendary movies excluded.
"So, like this."
Lenna moved and replicated what the Ranger had done, but with a little creative license. Although, she was doing the male side of it. That though may be because the Ranger was used to leading and was showing the dance only with those steps. The Ranger figured that if they were to continue dancing and attempt any stunts, which normally are done frequently by Lindy hop dancers, it would be better if Lenna was in Lead just because Lori's body was smaller.
"Excellent, now let's turn it into a partner dance. I'm smaller at the moment so I'll follow, and you lead. The Ranger moved to stand on Lenna's right."Okay you do that basic step and then spin clockwise. The spin should be fast and only half way round. We then space out to both our arm lengths, holding hands and do the step again. Then move back together and do a full tun and repeat. Beyond that we can do spins and stunts." The Ranger reached up with his female left arm and lightly gripped Lenna's right arm at the tricep.
She'd always gotten stuck as the lead dancer with the girls in training. Why should today be any different? Lenna laughed at her. "Very well. But you owe me a dance once we get your body back where you play lead." It was the least she could ask, and it was fair.
She got into place on Lori's body's left, then swung her head to watch him, and listened. Basic step, half-spin, and then... "Got it."
Lori's body reached out to grip her tricep. Lenna led The Ranger, starting out from step one. She followed with the half-spin, the spacing, and the hand-holding. Lather, rinse, repeat. The steps went well, for beginners. As Lenna danced and moved, she decided to take it up a notch. He had said 'spins and stunts', hadn't she? Lenna took Michael into a spin, whipping her out, then back, with slick footwork. Like a yoyo, she swung Michael out again for another spin.
"Ready to go flipsy?" She asked, on the return. A smug smile was plastered to her face.
"Very well. But you owe me a dance once we get your body back where you play lead."
"It's a date."
1,2,3,4, and they were off. A few steps and the Ranger was being spun, taking Lenna's hand and releasing her arm so s/he could gain distance before being pulled back in and spun around and around again. And then Lenna spun the Ranger, out and then back in, the Ranger hadn't expected it but picked up on Lenna's lead quick enough to know she wanted him to spin.
"Ready to go flipsy?" Flipsy, it wasn't something the Ranger had done while dancing. Though he had been the one flipping someone before. Should be fun.
"You know how to do it? Over your weak arm, lower body supported by the strong arm." The Ranger moved into position, ready to go at Lenna's lead.
>> "You know how to do it? Over your weak arm, lower body supported by the strong arm."
Did she know how to pick people up, and flip them like rag dolls? Yes. Yes, she knew. "Got it," Lenna replied, leading the way. Over the weak arm, supporting the lower body with the strong arm? Check. Michael went up, and over, to land back on the dance floor as smoothly as could be.
She grinned at the blond. "Do I know how to do it? You want to try an over-the-back flip?" Just a basic self-defense move, modified, right?
The stunt beginning the Ranger jumped up allowing Lenna to guide him/her over her arm. Back flips always were an odd experience, and that was no less true when the flipping power was mostly being contributed by the woman who's arm you are going around. And then the landing, the Ranger came down and bent his female knees on impact to reduce the stress on them. The Ranger straightened up and looked at Lenna, she was grinning and asked,
"Do I know how to do it? You want to try an over-the-back flip?"
"Yeah, you got it. And do you mean one where I go over your back or I flip you over mine like this..." The Ranger moved in front of Lenna with his/her back to her and reached up with his female right arm and wrapped it around Lenna's neck, leaned forward and gave a slight pull to help with going over the back with enough speed to complete the flip.
ManLori had never slept so soundly with so many other people nearby. It had to have been the obnoxiously huge and comfortable memory foam bed and other luxuries that she'd have to copy when she got home... if she got home.
Ms. Cougar, after being passed off to a handsome (but not too handsome) and slightly more threadbare gentleman the night before, did not return home. She must have had a good time. Or forgotten her keys in ManLori's hand. Maybe both? Fancy that. Even more fancy? the men's clothing she kept on hand. There had been nothing in Abyss' size (Big surprise!), but for her own bad self there had been slacks and shoes expensive feeling enough that ManLori wished she'd had some woman shaped equivalent.
Michael's body chatted up a group of girls near the front of the line to get in. This wasn't an unusual place for her to be, just an unusual body to get in with. The bouncer stopped him from following the group of ladies and when a disarming smile fell flat against the other man's defenses, a twenty and a butt pat worked just fine.
"Hey!" She man stepped into the club just out of reach of the man's fingertips. Okay. So maybe the pat wasn't appreciated.
He surveyed the scene with fresh eyes. She was a man shark. A lady killer. A-at the wrong bar? She'd never seen dancing like this happen at this establishment before. She quirked her man-brow and went to get a drink. Maybe once the kids got all their energy out she could offer someone a nightcap.
She'd given him one move, and... he'd raised her another. And raised her, over his 'her' back, and back onto the floor. She went with it, up and over. She landed safely on the other side. Lenna turned, and eyed the blond.
"Very good. I was going to flip you, but... that certainly worked." A smirk. Lenna glanced around the room as she moved into place for the next one... and caught sight of something of more pressing concern. "Your body, my 12-o-clock," She said. "Dancing can wait. Let's bag her/him."
