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.
As always, picking up her luggage was a pain. When she had almost given up on one of her bags, a sour-face old lady working at the airport came to give to lovely news that the problem has been solved, then, with a commercial smile, dropped the terrifying line. “Enjoy your stay.” The urge to snort was far too powerful for the molecule manipulator to even dare to resist it. Enjoy. Right. Her lips curled up to form a quick polite smile. “ Yeah. Thanks.” And with that being said, Alexandra moved quickly letting the next sucker in line enjoy the pure joy of picking up luggage.
Blue eyes wandered around in search of a familiar blonde head. Slate's phonecall that she had received after landing had her finding out that the partner she was supposed to have in the following missions had just gotten a name and a face and it was none other than Lenna . Also, that her Kabal membership could be shared with the young female to avoid distrust between the two of them.
In a twisted sort of way, she enjoyed company. Lenna looked professional and if people were professional, success was likely to follow. Alexandra glanced at her watch. 12+ hours of flight, plus another hour wasted on picking up bags was making the molecule manipulator loose her patience. And on top of things, they had landed during rush hours. She expected the cab drive to the hotel to last at least half an hour… if they were lucky.
Let's have a little talk about key details, began the imagined conversation between one blond-haired mistress and her blue-eyed slave. The leash jerked back. Faulty leadership choked. Everything was fine, really. Nothing messed up here. Lenna pressed an imagined foot down on the Kabal leader's spine.
The cellular phone rose to her ear. Lenna's eyes narrowed as the truth was revealed.
Key details... go in bold print on the front page in the 'of note' section of mission briefings. Not... A jagged heel dug deep. In discrete and shrouded phone calls some time later after the fact has already been discovered. Har har. The phone snapped shut. Mental Lenna spun away from dog-eared Slate.
If she'd missed the detail in the report, that would have been one thing! If she'd been at fault, she'd of been embarrassed, a little shocked, and swaying. But this... how could such an important detail have been forgotten?!
Ah well, the 'how' was unimportant! Why question Slate now? She couldn't disobey an order anyways. And the most important detail she could note with a faux swoon, hands tightly-clasped, was that her partner was a professional. She spoke the language, played the part, and hadn't missed a beat in locating her partner, even when the relevant data had not been provided. They'd discovered each other long before Slate had called them after the plane had set down. For that, Lenna was grateful. A little skip on the record player was forgivable. The record still played its hearty tune.
She slid out of baggage claim with a positive, if scathing, outlook on things. Slate, Slate. She shook her head. He was lucky she was eternally loyal, or else she'd have been more pissed.
Lenna approached her partner from behind. An orange duffel bag hung over her right shoulder, a wheeled suitcase rolled on her left. She'd packed light for the trip. It was a sad truth, guns didn't slip well through security. She'd left Truth and Justice in America. For this mission, Lenna came unarmed.
"So, where to first? Hotel?" Lenna smiled at Alexandra. The line came out simple, in garbled Romanian.
Alexandra turned around, her eyebrow arching quizzically at the simple question Lenna had asked, wondering why would she use Romanian when apparently she wasn’t very good with it. “Hmmm… I think we should stick with English for now.” the molecule manipulator replied, a sympathetic smile upon her face. Not that she minded being talked to in Romanian but Lenna’s Romanian sounded like someone had chopped the words, mixed them and then put them in a sentence.
“And yeah, the hotel will be our next destination.” A small nod accompanied her words as she picked up her bags. Blue eyes glanced toward the exit of the airport. “Let’s go.” With a small gesture toward the exit, Alexandra began to move, her pace slow at first until Lenna got to her side and then increasing in speed as they continued to walk. “The idiot called you?” she asked, her voice amused as she recalled the conversation from the plane.
The molecule manipulator had high hopes that Slate had called to clarify the awkward situation from the plane. Knowing that she had a partner but its identity remaining unknown until further notice was fine with her… As long as you don’t put several Kabal members in the same plane, give them the same folder while they don’t have any idea about each other. No, that was rather awkward.
... that Romanian came off far less lucid than Lenna ha'd wanted it to. And Alexandra said as much. Lenna's smile narrowed. "Yes. About that." he eyes shifted to the right. The people around them in the airport were far too close for a detailed explanation. If they were to be working together, she'd want the detailed explanation. Thus, Lenna shoved the topic aside with a silent 'More on that later' in English.
She fell into line behind Alexandra, wheeling her luggage along. As their pace increased, Alexandra spoke.
>>“The idiot called you?”
Lenna noted a tone of humor in the blue-eyed woman's voice. "He filled me in," She replied. "We're officially working together. Nice to meet you, officially." She swept her hand ahead of her in a joking mock of a bow. They slipped out the exit, and made their way through airport crowds towards a cab.
As Lenna slid her luggage into the trunk of taxi, she turned her head towards Alexandra. "So. Any preference on secondary language?" She nodded towards the cabbie as he sat in the driver's seat, as if that was all the explanation she'd need. "I know Spanish, English, Japanese, Russian, Mandarin, and French. Not Romanian."
Lenna stepped aside to make room for Alexandra so she could put her bags away, and moved to stand on the right side of the taxi, by the door.
The molecule manipulator nodded slightly at Lenna. More on that later… well, apparently they had a few things to discuss before they could actually work together. Her attention turned toward the exit and absently glanced at the passers-by. She picked up various languages as they walked toward the exit. Predominant was Romanian, but, from time to time she picked up pieces of information in a few other languages, some which she knew, some which she didn’t.
Her head turned to the side as soon as Lenna spoke, first smiling and then laughing slightly at her. “Nice to meet you officially, as well.” Alexandra replied, putting an emphasis on the ‘officially’. Slatey, Slatey. How many times had she said that she needed to have a serious talk with the young Kabal Leader? Mentally shaking her head, the molecule manipulator stopped by the car. Her head tilted to the side as Lenna put her luggage in the trunk.
An eyebrow arched at hearing the amount of foreign languages her partner knew. And she thought she knew many. “I have no knowledge of Japanese, Russian and Mandarin. Spanish is too close to Romanian. French, if you talk it fast enough it is the best choice.” Blue eyes trailed from Lenna, who was now stepping aside to let her put her luggage in the trunk, to the cab driver who was watching them in the side mirror with a curious look on his face.
Alexandra didn’t put her luggage in. Instead she took another step to the side and flashed a smile at the cab driver while she batting her eyelashes a few times before letting her eyes travel to the bags.
The speed at which the cab driver opened the door and reached the position of her bags could have made the Flash turn green with envy. Alexandra flashed a smile again, this time in Lenna’s direction, smile which was quickly followed by a wink. Gesturing Lenna to enter the car, she waited for her to do so then followed. The sound of the trunk door announced the coming of the cab driver and, lazily, Alexandra’s eyes traveled to the rearview mirror.
“Good afternoon, ladies. Where to?” The cab driver asked in Romanian as he slightly changed the position of the rearview mirror to have a better view of the ‘ladies’. Men. “Bonjour. Marriot Hotel, s’il vous plait.” The man shook his head slightly, a goofy smile on his face. “Man… French chicks. This must be my lucky day.” He commented in Romanian as he started the engine.
Alexandra just chuckled as she looked at Lenna.
[OOC: Translation: Good afternoon. Marriot Hotel, please.]
>>“I have no knowledge of Japanese, Russian and Mandarin. Spanish is too close to Romanian. French, if you talk it fast enough it is the best choice.”
"Qui." Lenna smiled.
Her smile warped into a mischievous smirk as Alexandra batted her eyes and got the cab driver to bow to her every whim. "Impressionnant," Lenna spoke. Striking. Disturbing. Yet another practitioner of the art of Feminine Wiles. They'd be getting along. Lenna slid into the back seat of the taxi, and made room for Alexandra.
After a moment's wait, the cab driver returned to his steering wheel post, and addressed them.
>>“Good afternoon, ladies. Where to?”
>>“Bonjour. Marriot Hotel, s’il vous plait.”
>>“Man… French chicks. This must be my lucky day.”
Lenna shook her head with a light laugh. Uh huh. So he understood French. Suddenly, the prospects for a private conversation were looking mighty grim. Well, that was just dandy. Lenna would have to watch what she said.
As she turned to Alexandra, Lenna's voice dropped. Her words came out low, in brisk French the driver would have difficulty overhearing. "How to explain..." She tapped her chin a moment, contemplating. "The gems... won't work for me. Too expensive. And I can hardly wear them. In my presence..." Her eyes took on a joking sheen. "Even the brightest beacons lose their light. To put it another way..." Ah, hell. Lenna leaned over to whisper the important tid-bit directly into Alexandra's ear. "I'm bad with code talk, and mutations don't work properly when I'm near. 5 feet. If you need to use a power, keep away." She fell back to her side of the seat, watching Alexandra's face for some sort of reaction. How would she take that?
The molecule manipulator leaned back into the backseat while her blue eyes watched Lenna slightly confused as she began to speak. Even the brightest beacons loose their light? If this was supposed to be some sort of code talk she didn’t get much out of it, maybe except the fact that the Dragon Speak Gems did not work on her or in her presence. She blinked slightly as the blonde leaned over and whispered into her ear.
As soon as that tiny bit of information was revealed, Alexandra opened her mouth to say something. Something that most likely would have been addressed to Slate and it wasn’t a compliment. But she closed her mouth, turning her head away from Lenna while starring at the cars that came from the opposite direction.
The thought of not being able to use her powers in Lenna’s presence felt strange and uncomfortable. She frowned, resisting the temptation to try using her mutation right there and then. Her hand turned into a fist as she looked back at Lenna. First things first.
“Do not worry about the cab driver. Most people are able to recognize French when it’s being spoken but do not understand.” With a small sigh, she let her body relax and once again lean on the seat, ready to get to the more serious matters. “Is this your power?” she asked, curiosity noticeable in her voice. During her life she had met many mutants with various mutations. She had met people who could negate an action, a thought but mutants who could negate other mutations… not yet.
Lenna shrugged. "You could say that. Though, not quite."
The cab went over a bump in the road. Lenna jostled in the seat. She pressed down on her knees, stabilizing against the motion of the vehicle. "Technically, I'm human."
Human? How could Lenna possibly be a human and negate a mutant’s power in the same time? Were… Were the humans adapting to the increasing number of mutants? That was one hell of a creepy thought. Alexandra forced the air out of her lungs while her hands relaxed as she placed them on her thighs. “I’m not going to lie. It will take me a while to accommodate with this.” The molecule manipulator turned her head away from Lenna, the fact that she was uncomfortable visible on her face.
5 feet, she recalled. As long as she was putting enough distance between her and Lenna, everything was going to be fine. Also, she trusted Slate once again despite the details he always seemed to forget to mention. “Had Slate mentioned the name of the target in the mission briefing or are we still waiting for him to call?” Back to business. Alexandra glanced at Lenna. “I don’t have the same mission briefing as you.” Smiling slightly, she focused her attention on the passing cars. “More on that later.”
>>“I’m not going to lie. It will take me a while to accommodate with this.”
"That's fine," Lenna replied. "It's why I told you early on. Most people wouldn't instantly be able to adjust. Take your time. I'd hate for it to come up when you needed your power most."
And there were ways to get around the difficulties this power would bring up. Lenna was certain they'd be able to work around it. Alexandra seemed clever enough.
>>“Had Slate mentioned the name of the target in the mission briefing or are we still waiting for him to call? I don’t have the same mission briefing as you... more on that later."
"Yes," Radu Dimitrie. She recalled the name. "I'll tell you more about him later. For right now... explain to me the nature of your power?" She needed to know. If she'd had more preparation, she'd of asked before they'd even been partnered together. Again, this whole thing had been done sloppily.
Alexandra turned her head, looking at Lenna as she gave her a small nod. Her powers… it would have been a lot easier for her to show Lenna what she could do but that wasn’t possible, was it? “I manipulate matter at molecular level.” Maybe her mutation needed much more explaining than a simple sentence but she didn’t say anything else about it. “I will show you, later.” Hell, there were a lot of things that needed to be told or shown later. A not so kind thought was directed toward Slatey, again.
“Tell me, this negation, how does it work? If I am standing at a safe distance from you and I’m able to use my mutation, would I be able to affect that 5 feet area?” Blue eyes blinked lazily at the blonde as she waited for an answer. If the answer was no… if things got complicated, that was one hell of a problem.
"If you were outside my five foot aura, you'd be able to use your power. If I had a stronger aura, you'd likely be unable to manipulate the molecules within my five feet of space. My aura's weak enough that you'd potentially be able to manipulate matter within it, but..." Lenna smiled frankly. "If your power requires a great deal of control, I'd advise against it. You'd likely have less control. That being said, I doubt you'll need to manipulate the matter within the affected area of my aura. We're both professionals here. I know how to step aside. You're knowledgeable about your own abilities. I doubt we'll have any major problems. If we do, I'm certain we can handle them."
If Alexandra was professional, that is. If she could handle having an area as small as the five feet around Lenna 'untouchable'. It really wasn't the worst thing. Lenna was uncertain what this 'matter manipulation' did, but she was sane enough to hold hesitance towards anyone affecting the matter in her personal space.
The driver glanced at the girls in his rear view mirror, a hint of curiosity in his eye. Two pretty girls, speaking rapidfire French... wow.
Alexandra exhaled slowly. For a mutant who had been relying on her powers for quite a few years, the unexpected news that now she couldn’t wasn’t the best news she could get. But Lenna was right, they could handle it. Alexandra could handle it. That is why she had been training so much lately. Months ago, she could have said that she was defenseless without her powers. Now, things have changed. The molecule manipulator nodded slightly. “I have faith that things will go smoothly.”
And indeed she wasn’t expecting to encounter any major problems with this mission, for she knew the power that money had. And, of course, she knew just how corrupt Romanian politicians were. She smiled sincerely for a brief moment before turning her head to the window, blue eyes scanning the surroundings. “We’re almost there.” She announced, glancing at her watch. “And it didn’t even take as long as I expected.”
As the cab pulled in to the hotel parking lot, Lenna turned to Alexandra with a smirk. "Indeed. Now I can see the show."
Lenna got out, and paid the cab-driver. Her subtle wink netted them a friendly chauffeur and bellhop, all in one. The driver nearly tripped over himself rushing around the car for their luggage. Lenna stifled smugness, and followed his scurrying path through the main entrance of the Marriott hotel. As she went through the front doors, her eyes cut to the view of the palace of parliament nearby. It was a good pick. Close proximity.
Lenna hailed over one of the hotel's busboys, and replaced the driver. The brunette busboy lugged their baggage onto a shining brass-colored cart as the cabbie stalked away. Lenna looked to Alexandra. "Get the rooms?" She asked in French.
A smile graced the lips of the molecule manipulator as she clapped her hands twice, bowing her head in Lenna’s direction. “Bravo.” Alexandra said as she moved closer to the blonde, blue eyes absently watching the cab driver and his efforts to please the lovely two ladies.
Eyes were shifted toward the luxurious building that was to host them for at least a couple of days. The molecule manipulator could almost imagine Slate’s frowning face when he received the bill. A mischievous smile appeared on her face as she followed Lenna in while blue eyes trailed to the real reason why she had chosen this hotel. The impressive building of the Palace of the Parliament.
The cab driver finished his business, being now replaced by a bellboy. Alexandra smiled in the driver’s direction. “Merci beaucoup, monsieur.” The goofy smile on his face was just priceless. Heh. Females could run the world if they wanted. Pivoting on her feet, the molecule manipulator turned around, her attention back on Lenna now.
"Get the rooms?"
Alexandra gave a small nod in response, and, slowly walked toward the reception. When she was finished with the check in, she was certain of one thing. She loved luxurious hotels for at least one thing and that was the quality of services. Smiling, she returned to Lenna, two pairs of keys resting in her hand. As she reached Lenna’s location, she let one dangle on her index finger as she extended it toward the blonde. “Room 204. I have 203.” Blinking lazily, she eyed the elevator doors. “Shall we?”