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.
The bell to the bed and breakfast rang with a tinny ding. Lenna wandered listlessly through the doorway. She brushed past the lobby and into the kitchen. "Here are your groceries, ma'am." The three bags of breads and vegetables found their way to the kitchen table. She plopped down in a wooden chair, and propped her head up with her elbows, let out a big sigh. That was a chore. She'd been in and out shopping locales all afternoon after her talk with the bird-man. Back and forth, back and forth. It seemed some shops carried very specific brands, didn't carry certain things, and Lenna had been hard-pressed to ask around when the knowledge she had fell short.
The aftershock of the conversation with 'Hero-boy' didn’t help either. She was still a bit sketchy on how she’d suddenly arranged a date when all she’d wanted was information. Maybe he’d tell her his Star Sign? Who knew? It was entirely up to him what information he shared with her, either way.
That fact was even more disconcerting. Just what had she gotten herself into…?
The hostess swept the groceries up and wheeled around Lenna, putting things away. "Why so dreary, darling?" The elderly lady asked.
Aleksei walked swiftly inside the bed and breakfast. Hearing Tris walking up behind him, he turned towards her and held up a hand. "Just wait." He said, knowing that now that they were out of the cab she was going to start complaining about the luggage. He cared little whether she was upset about it or not, and he did not want to make a big scene in front of people that they would be staying with.
Turning his attention to the lobby he was in, he waited patiently for service. When none came for a moment, he motioned for Tris to follow him and began searching for somebody. After wandering through a single door, Aleksei found himself in a kitchen. Inside he saw a brown haired woman whom he might have found attractive under different circumstances, and an older lady who clearly worked for the bed and breakfast.
He gave the old lady a curt nod and spoke swiftly. "My name is Aleksei Dmitriev. I am sorry, but we have had a trying day so far, so if you would be so kind as to show us to our room." His speech had been polite, but his attitude and the way he and Tris had entered clearly showed the tension between them. With a polite reply the older lady ran off to another room to fetch a key, and returned momentarily with it giving swift instructions on how to get there.
"I hope you enjoy your room. If you need anything just let me know." She said as a polite parting comment.
"Thank you." Was all Aleksei said as he headed upstairs to find their room. Indeed, he didn't even look to insure that Tris was following him.
Tris was pissed- what a shock. But this was a seething sullen silence , quite different for an anger connoisseur to her usual explosive personality, but she was probably going to fall back on her old favorite in a matter of minutes.
The ride from the airport hasn't been the most companionable, and now they were at this B&B when Tris had a preference for bigger hotels and spar's, and Aleksei's bland and repressive "Just wait" command sounded as if he was talking to a five year old, her as a five year old and he being her big brother type. So fine, that was how old Tris was going to act, she was going to embrace her inner child and sulk.
She followed Aleksei inside, shadowing him silently, but too annoyed to take in any really details or people, it was all a blur that surrounded the man she was icily ignoring.
Aleksei found people and organized a room, while Tris still trailed icily along, in no mood to make polite conversation.
Left alone in a stylish and comfortable room finally, Tris stood near the door, her eyes glaring daggers into the back of Aleksei's darkly rugged hair, her hands twitching as they itched to blow something up, she needed to release some of that pent up nervous energy she was feeling and rearing for a fight- sex would work too in the relieving energy thing, but Tris felt that might be too much effort after the plane trip, despite the major sleep feast she still felt so tired. "Well your wonderful plan is starting so beautifully, isn't it?" Her honeyed and silky voice with its heavily sarcastic overtones still lashing out like a whip, craving a relation, oh so unfairly. "Not even off the plane five minutes and our luggage is gone. I wonder what else you are gonna lost us on this exciting adventure you little criminal mastermind you. I certainly hope your skills are up to getting yourself another room, because you aren't staying in here with me."
Oh so unfair. But Tris was bored, and annoyed, and on edge, and so tired, and very in tune with her inner sulking child right now. Come in Aleksei, she unconsciously begged, give me a reason to freeze you and knock you around.
>>"My name is Aleksei Dmitriev. I am sorry, but we have had a trying day so far, so if you would be so kind as to show us to our room."
The young man asked.
As he entered, she'd kept her attention fixated on the oven ahead. As she sat there, listening to the quick French, curiosity got the better of her. Blue-green eyes veered casually from oven to sink to person, and stopped to take it all in. Messy brown hair, above-average height, unshaven... relatively good-looking. She paid less attention to the actual words he was saying, and more to the way he said them. Did she detect the hint of an accent? Quite possibly. Hasty verbalization obviously meant he was in a hurry to be done with things and checked in.
The hostess was all-too-happy to oblige. As she trundled off for the key, Lenna noted the fiery redhead not paying attention close behind the man. Her eyes seemed ready to steer themselves anywhere but on the brunette. Right then, Lenna caught her staring at the wall. Or was it a painting on the wall? Who cared? Certainly not Lenna.
Lenna sighed and walked past them, back to her room.
"I'll be down later to help with dinner," She muttered with an offhand wave as she brushed past the hostess on her way up the stairs. The elderly woman nodded, handing Aleksei the keys to his room.
~*~
The mattress groaned slightly as Lenna flopped face-first onto her bed. She buried her face in the pillow with a grumble, then rolled to snag a book from the bedside table. The brunette sat up, and tried to read it, but as the words blurred by, Lenna found herself inadvertently glancing towards the clock with alarming regularity. The minute hand seemed to tick slower and slower with each passing glance. Was she counting the minutes to bird-man's phone call, or counting the seconds until the offensive date was over with bated breath.
She set the book down again and flopped back on the mattress. Lenna didn't feel like reading right now. Not with the relationship vulture wheeling by overhead.
"Not even off the plane five minutes and our luggage is gone. I wonder what else you are gonna lost us on this exciting adventure you little criminal mastermind you. I certainly hope your skills are up to getting yourself another room, because you aren't staying in here with me."
Aleksei raised his eyebrows at Tris. He had figured that she would complain, but he hadn't counted on the extent of her bad mood. It seemed that rather than an apology and a kind word, nothing short of him leaving was going to appease her. Instead of answering her right away, he sat his bag down on top of the bed and rummaged around in it. Taking out a bar of soup and his toothbrush he headed for the bathroom.
"I really don't see why you're making such a big deal out of this. Seriously? You should quit acting like a little child." He turned on the faucet of water and began splashing it over his face. "Sure, they lost the luggage, but that was hardly my fault. I did fly us first class." He said while finishing up washing his face. Any other words he might have had were drowned out by him brushing his teeth. When he finished up, he walked out of the bathroom to face Tris again. "Ordinarily I'd tell you to find your own place. But since I do not want to waste the evening arguing with a little girl, I guess I will see you later." His annoyance bled through to his voice, and his slightly raised tone was a warning as well.
He was frustrated by Tris' attitude, but he was willing to let it go. As long as she didn't do something stupid like starting an actual fight, he would try to keep the peace. Whatever issues she had with him were personal, and he wanted to be sure they stayed that way. If she let them bleed through so that they damaged their professional relationship he would not be happy.
She was over tired and her emotion controlled powers seemed to be on a lighter leash than normal. But she was just getting so damn infuriated by the stupid glass manipulating Russian and his gratingly superior attitude.
He had just stood there throughout her outburst like he was completely immune to her words- and how rude was that! And then there was the raised eyebrow expression thing that made her want to knock him unconscious, and then the ignoring her in favor of brushing his teeth thing that had Tris itching to freeze him and lay some hurt on imitate parts of Aleksei's body.....and finally, the straw that broke the extremely delicate camels back- his oh so irksome voice telling her to quit acting so immature throughout his whole 'oh so cool' performance.
"Ordinarily I'd tell you to find your own place. But since I do not want to waste the evening arguing with a little girl, I guess I will see you later." His annoyance bled through to his voice, and his slightly raised tone was a warning as well.
Little Girl? ....That was it. Fine! If Aleksei wanted immature, she could show him immature. Tris might be proving the Russian's premise true in that moment, but right now she didn't care. Right now she also wasn't caring about the fact they was 'supposed' to be partners on this stupid mission, if even that they were supposed to be laying low for the minute. Her brown eyes flashed a dark and dangerous warning and her fingers twitched as she decided what to do. And as she shifted through scenarios, that old vindictive creativity that Venus had learned to fear began emerge.
That trade mark wicked grin again flashed on Tris's features, but this time the expression wasn't so nice. And with almost no indication at all, with a flick of her hands and a flash of control, Aleksei was suddenly frozen in time from Tris's particular molecular immobilization gift. She advanced silently and quickly on Mister Superior, though she could really have taken all the time she wanted, Aleksei was unaware for the moment. Efficient, delicate hands quickly searched the unaware man for his wallet- which she removed. Then she stepped back and gave a conscious command than allowed the molecules than made up Aleksei to return to their usual speeds and functions. .....but wait, oh no way was Tris done there. Child huh..... well White Russian could try this on for size.
Another quick flick of her fingers and a conscious command summoned Tris's explosive gift, which was summoned in this instance to blast the air molecules between Tris and Aleksei. She'd done this trick many times before, blasting air forward so it hit the intended target hard, propelling them backwards, and usually, off their feet and into the ground from the sudden instability- wouldn't make that much of a bang too, just alittle one, so not many people would come running in this fairly public place. In this case, Aleksei was moved, with haste, out into the hallway. Tris advanced to the door, not saying much cause Tris was so better at non verbal communication always. But before she slammed the door on Aleksei she did comment; "Jerk."
These walls were paper-thin, and everyone heard every little sound... the argument from the room across the hall couldn't help but drift towards listening ears.
Oh? Lenna sat up in bed. Ears strained. If they were going to shout so loudly, she might as well take the show at face's worth and tune in. Other peoples' problems were so much more interesting than her own.
Seemed the couple she'd caught entering the inn earlier had troubles they just couldn't find any less verbal ways to air out. And the words 'criminal mastermind'? Oh? That was fascinating. A pillow dropped to the floor as the brown-haired ex-mercenary rose from the sheets, took a few measured steps, and pressed ear to door.
Just what would the response from the man with the Russian accent be? And what would she say— silence? That caught her off-guard. Lenna’s hold against the door slackened as she backed away. Maybe they’d finished their arguments? Problems settled?
Then suddenly, an explosion rocked the door. Lenna opened it quickly, just in time to see the Russian staggering back. A flash of furious scarlet, the dangerous damsel darted back into her room.
"Jerk." The redhead muttered.
Lenna looked down at the man fallen at her feet. “Er… hi.” She bit her lip uncomfortably, then sighed, dropping to one knee to offer a hand. “Men seem to be falling for me left and right today… are you alright?”
Posted by aleksei on Sept 15, 2009 20:02:45 GMT -6
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Aleksei flopped around on the ground for a second to right himself (having fallen at an odd angle). His eyes quickly scanned to ensure that the door had indeed been slammed behind him. "Stupid girl." He mumbled giving the closed door an icy glare.
“Men seem to be falling for me left and right today… are you alright?”
"Ahh yes." Aleksei said, before taking the offered hand and being helped to his feet. "I seem to have been unable to control myself." He finished, giving Lenna a grin while doing his best to hide his annoyance about the situation with Tris. In reality he was pretty angry about the whole thing, but he didn't see any sense in taking it out on some poor random person. He gave the door one more icy glare while imagining Tris' smug little face inside. They were going to have to have a talk.
"My ahh, business partner and I seem to have had a temporary falling out." He said, turning his attention back to Lenna and giving her another smile, attempting to cover up the fact that he didn't know what to say. "I uhh..." His words faded into silence as he continued trying to think of something to say that wouldn't sound completely ridiculous. "Well, my ahh evening seems to be wide open now. So, do you have dinner with complete strangers?"
Before giving her a chance to answer he realized one more thing and quickly added it. "Oh yeah! Where are my manners? My name is Aleksei."
A rock dove shifted, cement-gray wings lifting like the arc of an eye. The blue bars on each wing blurred as it took a few unceremonious beats against the sill, testing for flight. One beat, two. Another pigeon next to it jabbed a beak at its plumage for a quick preen, nudging the side of a tag, then flapped. The third glanced back through the window, focusing in on the scene. One big camera-like eye… then quickly snapped away.
As Lenna stood there, white Russian in-hand, a trio of pigeons scattered outside her balcony like dandelion seeds on the wind. Lenna’s grip tightened as she jerked him to his feet. Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly.
Where once, a look of confusion-mixed-with-irritation had perched, now scathing amusement played at her cheeks. Just who was he kidding with that weak pick-up line? Did he think he was funny? Shouldn’t he be angrier…? He turned to face her with another stocked smile, and propositioned her for dinner. A faint laugh escaped Lenna’s lips.
Haha… Very funny, God… it seemed the world wanted to pair her off with dinner dates today. And far-be-it for her to turn a friendly karmic invite away.
“… Sure!" Lenna enthused unenthusiastically. She'd already taken one dinner date. Why the hell not? "Lenna," came the hesitant addition.
A crazy bird man fell into her life on the very same day a Russian man tripped into her room. She smirked at the situation. Chortle.
"Where... are you proposing to take me on said dinner date, Mr. Aleksei?" Her voice came out far wryer than she'd intended. “Maybe a bit of French food? Or were you thinking…” Sublte bow of the head, index fingers pressed together teasingly. “Something more decadent?”
Posted by aleksei on Sept 21, 2009 22:34:57 GMT -6
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(ooc: My appologies, I have been tied up with real life and therefore unable to post)
“Maybe a bit of French food? Or were you thinking… Something more decadent?”
Aleksei raised an eyebrow at her before taking a step back and looking as though he were offended. "Decadent? I'm hurt that you would think me so shallow. I would never ever engage in decadent activity with a total stranger." He kept his face serious for a long second before cracking a smile. "Joking, of course. Did you have anything in mind? I fear that I am unfamilier with the immediate area, and therefore have little to offer in the way of suggestions." Aleksei slipped into a role of his own. In reality he had been in the area before, but thought it best to limit the amount of knowledge that Lenna had on him. It most likely would make know difference, but on the other hand he wasn't in the business of giving away pertinent information.
"Well..." Aleksei motioned to the door Tris had slammed just moments before, "whatever we decide to do, it appears that my evening is wide open. So, aside from a short chat with the nice lady about another room we could go now if you would like". Aleksei kept a smile on his face, but having mentioned Tris slamming the door in his face again was bringing up less than happy thoughts. While Lenna seemed nice enough, this was definately not how Aleksei had seen himself spending his evening. For a moment he found himself wondering if he could convince Lenna to go see the mona lisa with him, but then decided against it. He would simply wait until tomorrow and patch things up with Tris. After all, there was no hurry.
Eyebrow arching, yes. It was a definite moment for arched eyebrows. What he'd made off as major was, in fact, a wry attempt at humor. "I was talking about a place that served really good chocolate cake, actually." She replied with a laugh. Passing off the uncomfortable moment with a hint of humor. Yes. This was shaping up to be quite the evening. She brushed a bit of hair from her eye and gave him a winning smile. "I know just the place."
"As for schedules being wide open," She added as she snagged her scarf from the nightstand by the bed. She was still wearing the black and yellow coat from before, she realized. Lenna had been so wiped when she'd returned to her room, she hadn't even given the bed the courtesy of dressing down. Street shoes were still on her feet. She wrapped the scarf around her neck and grabbed Aleksei by the crook of his arm. With the air of someone less 'leading' than 'wearing' their social contact, she wheeled him out the door. "Now's fine. I was actually thinking about checking out the Louvre today... but I suppose I can shift that aside if a gentleman's treating me to a meal."
She was warming up to the whole idea now. It was a good way to get her mind off more-feathered fiends.
Posted by aleksei on Sept 25, 2009 23:08:37 GMT -6
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Aleksei scratched his head for a second while he wondered whether it was some kind of language barrier, or just his lack of social graces that had led to the awkwardness between them. Finally, he decided it was probably a little of both.
He tried to pass the situation by with a sheepish grin. "I love chocolate cake, and nobody does dessert quite like the French." He was going to say more, but Lenna grabbed a scarf then grabbed him cutting off any chance he had to continue. Being taken by the crook of his arm, he took up a gentlemans stance next to her as they both whirled out the door.
"Now's fine. I was actually thinking about checking out the Louvre today... but I suppose I can shift that aside if a gentleman's treating me to a meal."
Aleksei listened with close interest about her wanting to visit the louvre. Yet another case of it being a small, small world. His curiousity piqued, Aleksei decided to find out more about his new acquantance.
"Aha, as flattering as that is, I believe you will find that gentleman does not describe me. So, the Louvre? Would that make you a tourist, or just an art lover? You don't seem like a local." As he finished speaking, Aleksei realized that they had already made it outside. "Ahh, before we continue was that restaurant in walking distance? Or shall I hail a cab?"
"Not a tourist," She glanced down the street to the right. Eyes narrowed on cars in the near-distance. "I've been to Europe enough times before. It's just that, those times I was preoccupied with business and didn't have time to explore... I work as a salesperson for the Hermès Group." She added the last part before he had a chance to ask. It was a rehearsed job excuse, down to the sense of interest Lenna's voice gave as she listed wares. "They sell dinnerware, and leather, and jewelry and more..." She worked for a company that sold 'dinnerware, and leather, and jewelry, and more...' It was boring. It was plausible. Lenna smiled calmly as she hailed a cab, leaving no cause for doubt.
A white and yellow taxi pulled up in front of the pair. Lenna broke the arm-linking to step forward and open the door. Her torso hung, half-in, half-out as she climbed on-board. Lenna glanced back to regard Aleksei curiously. "What about you? Why are you in Paris?"
The interior slipped past her, as Lenna slid into her seat by the far window. The cab driver glanced back through the grate.
"Where shall I be taking you today, miss?" The cab driver appeared about 23, handsome, with a friendly white smile and brown eyes. A shot of reddish-brown hair drew attention from underneath a burgundy beret.
"Cafe Marly." She nodded once. Her hands smoothed down skirt, then rested on lap.
Posted by aleksei on Sept 30, 2009 20:32:29 GMT -6
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"Oh." Aleksei said, his face a mask of interest. "A sales rep? Sounds interesting. Although, I can't say that dinnerware and jewelry are my strongest subjects." Although he did his best to seem interested (and he was quite capable of playing the part), Aleksei could care less about her being a saleswoman. Not that it wasn't a legitimate career, but that didn't make it particularly interesting either.
"What about you? Why are you in Paris?"
"Me?" Aleksei asked, sliding inside the cab and closing the door. He waited for Lenna to give the driver directions before continuing. "I'm a rare item acquisitions specialist." He gave a winning smile. "It sounds more interesting than it is. I'm an overpayed shopper really. Of course, the rich will pay anything to have the best quality." Of course, at the moment Aleksei *was* a rare item aquirer but she didn't need to know about that.
"My partner and I are actually in town looking for some rare artwork. I've not the eye for art that she does, but I'm the better negotiator." As he finished speaking, Aleksei momentarily turned his attention to the outside that was rushing past. It had been awhile since he had been to France. Might as well try to soak up the view a bit.
>>"I'm a rare item acquisitions specialist." Aleksei gave her a winning smile. Lenna nodded slowly, feigning mild interest.
"Oh? Ah, yeah? Artwork, huh?" And the fiery femme fatale had called him such a 'criminal'. Her suspicions on just what was 'criminal' about him narrowed. It was all becoming readily apparent. He'd even told her himself, hadn't he? Er... maybe she was reading too far into this? She always had been a fan of mystery novels and crime thrillers.
Lenna tapped her chin pointedly in thought. "Rare item acquisitions specialist... that really does sound interesting. I've seen a bit of them in my day. Interested in the best and most exclusive items on the 'must buy' list. They scour the ends of the earth for a nice plate." The brunette stretched out her arms in front of her with a yawn. "Usually, they're overpaid CEOs of companies, or world leaders. So tell me," Lenna turned to face him innocently. With a pure smile, she quested for the coup de grace. "Which overpaid CEO sent you off to Paris on a whim? Was it Trump? Ooh, or maybe Bill Gates?"
A bicyclist drifted slowly by the window behind her. Lenna's face giddily urged new information. And really. It wouldn't be out-of-line to suspect an eccentric celebrity wanted a nice piece of art. Why, even the new CEO of Mondragon Labs Medical was free to enjoy his occasional pretty painting. On-paper, he'd be known as Caleb Swartz. Lenna would have no reason to suspect an innocent such as he from doing this sort of thing. Really.
In fact, no one in the world would.
Which is right about where character-specific information came in.
