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 ride to Mondragon Labs was somewhat awkward, at least in Slate's mind. He had quite a bit of explaining in his future. Much hinged upon whether the cat girl believed him or not. Simply because he would be telling the truth did not guarantee her belief.
He left the Triforce guards with the jeep, to park it back in the garage. They had arrived at the front entrance on the Labs. The building itself was gray and modern, set in the middle of an eyesore of a warehouse district. He really should fix that. As first impressions went, the Labs really did bludgeon the senses with a corporate lack of personality. He held the door open for the young woman, but tried to do so in a manner that would allow her a comfortable breathing room. Given what Roland Turpit had just put her through... yes, he would be careful to give her a bit of space.
Inside, Mondragon Labs looked precisely like what it was billed to be: a research facility. The young secretary at the front desk gave them a cordial smile before going back to her typing.
Slate motioned past her, towards the doorway that led deeper into the building. "The Canteen is this way," he said, quite simply, "if you wish to follow me."
During the car ride Nika didn't really say anything as she was trying to keep her tummy from growling. Both of her hands were placed over her stomach in hopes of muffling any possible sounds that might come forth. She did watch the trip and noted landmarks such as signs, buildings and streets whenever the name was in view. The strange thing about that was that Nika didn't do any of that on purpose. It was more like an automatic reflex. It just happened. Roland had really done a number on her.
Once at the Labs Nika observed the escorts Slate had with him as they were set off to park the behicle. This left Slate alone with Nika once more until they entered the building. There a secretary acknowledged Slate, but said nothing as she resumed her work. The building had a very clean atmosphere and that wasn't just a reference tot he air. The floors were polished and the walls were relatively bare save for an occassional bulletin board and some doors and windows.
Slate spoke up and Nika's attention snapped to the boy. She spoke in a soft tone almost with a hint of embarrassment of her hunger.
A small smile twitched at the corners of Slate's mouth at that understated answer. "This way, then," he said simply, taking the lead down the hallway. This was for two reasons. The first and foremost was that the sterile white walls and unmarked doors of the Labs complex were well known for their mazelike qualities; during the Resistance days, many refugees had bemoaned the lack of maps. The second reason was that by taking the lead, he allowed Nika to choose between walking at his side or walking behind him. Whichever she was more comfortable with.
The Canteen was one of the easier places to find. It was simply along that first corridor, take a left at the third crossing, go straight for two more, and follow your nose to the right. The set up was similar to a college cafeteria; there was a stack of trays as one came in, and various counters to pick out whatever one fancied, from a light sandwich to chicken parmesan with pasta. The obligatory dessert counter was likewise present.
"Please," Slate invited the cat girl; "pick out whatever you like. The food is pre-paid for."
For himself, he simply selected a plain-looking salad. Something to politely pick at as the girl ate. Then he took a table nearby, and waited. The employees already seated took their cue, and began discretely filing out to finish their meals and conversations in the staff lounges. By the time the cat girl was done selecting her meal, the Canteen would be empty except for herself, the cooks, and the Kabal's young leader.
When Slate turned to lead the way Nika followed one step behind. She felt that if something were to happen that her speed and reflexes would be plenty fast enough to be on Slate in a heartbeat. Literally. There wasn't a conversation while they walked, but Nika was ok with that as it gave her more time to commit the path to memory.
It didn't take long before she could smell the food and they hadn't gotten close to where it was yet. The only bad part was that once she started to pick up the aroma of the food her hunger intensified. She couldn't wait to fill her tummy.
After entering the canteen the occupants who were previously enjoying their meals and conversations quickly began leaving with trays in hand. This caused some extra nervousness within the cat girl. She didn't give any physical indication to her feeling as she gathered up some food. Her training had taught her to never give a possible opponent any kind of moment of anticipation.
So, remaining as casual as possible Nika grabbed some roast beef, a slab of salmon and some rolls. With the canteen now empty, with the only exceptions of Slate, Nika and the cooks, it was easy to get a cup of tea without waiting in a line. The food looked and smelled wonderful. It was better than anything Roland had given her.
With her food and drink obtained Nika moved to sit with Slate. She chose to sit opposite the boy so she could keep an eye on him while they both ate. The roast beef was savory and the salmon was amazing. Nika took bites of each as she alternated between the two. Taking a sip of her tea she used her tongue to clean out a piece of beef between her fangs.
"The food is very good thank you. I also would like to tell you that I hope you made everyone else leave so we can talk more easily and not for some other reason."
>> "The food is very good thank you. I also would like to tell you that I hope you made everyone else leave so we can talk more easily and not for some other reason."
Slate blinked baby blue eyes, puzzling over that briefly. Why else would he send the guards out? He did not know.
"Yes," he finally replied, after a brief delay, "that was indeed the reason. I thought you might appreciate some discretion." And the lack of well-trained muscles, and clearly visible weapons, sitting on all sides of her. He did not particularly wish to see what the cat girl would do if she began to feel crowded.
"I believe you had questions for me, concerning Roland Turpit and his terms of employment." Slate began, his fork unconsciously rolling a baby tomato at the edge of his plate. "The explanation is a somewhat long one," he apologized.
"To begin with, Mr. Turpit's contract is an old one. As you may have gathered, I am the owner of this place," Slate moved his chin, lightly indicating the building at large. "That has only been the case since this January. Previous to that, Mondragon Labs, and Mr. Turpit, had a different owner. His views were quite different from my own. I have continued to employee Mr. Turpit for a very simple reason: I would rather have him close to my side then behind my back. I had hoped that I could contain some of his less desirable actions, through being his employer. Unfortunately, there is quite a bit about the man that I have yet to learn, particularly in matters of his private affairs." An understatement, perhaps. The cage he had taken Nika from was proof enough of that.
"If you were captured on the day of the Mansion Brawl," Slate continued, "then you were imprisoned before I took over Mr. Turpit's contract. That you continued to be imprisoned afterwards is something which I accept responsibility for. He is my employee. I should have known." Slate gave a small bow of his head to the white-haired young woman. "I am sorry for what you have been through. I would never have ordered such a thing." Not when pre-trained assassins were so readily available, and letting lose more of them upon the world was not something which fit with his goals.
Nodding to acknowledge Slate's reasoning behind making everyone leave Nika relaxed just a bit. So far this Slate fellow was alright. Always making sure not to do anything to possibly disturb the cat girl even if she did still think it was a test. At the very least he did her a favor in getting her out of that cage and allowed her to eat.
"I really would like to thank you for what you've done for me so far."
A part of the old Nika found it's way out as she continued.
"My tummy thanks you too."
When she was done with her food Nika refilled her cup with more tea and sat back down. She took a small sip and then proceeded to place her elbows on the table, and prop her head up on her hands. It seemed that the more she talked to Slate the more she found out.
"So what kind of views did the former boss have, and what are your views? Also, in regards to Roland do you see him as being dangerous since you admit you'd rather keep him where you can see him?"
This should be some good information no matter what Slate says.
>> "I really would like to thank you for what you've done for me so far."
A simple nod of acknowledgement--
>> "My tummy thanks you too."
--turned into a small smirk that turned up the corners of his eyes. "You are welcome," he replied. "And your tummy, too."
It seemed as if that comment was the turning point--slowly, small signs began to show that the cat-eared girl was relaxing somewhat. A joke; elbows on the table, in a posture that did not lend itself to a split-second's attack. Small signs, but good ones.
>> "So what kind of views did the former boss have, and what are your views? Also, in regards to Roland do you see him as being dangerous since you admit you'd rather keep him where you can see him?"
Slate's salad remained mostly untouched, though he'd briefly amused himself by arranging the cucumber slices and baby tomatoes into locations that displayed both radial and reflective symmetry. Simultaneously, mind you.
"Suffice it to say that I do not know enough about Mr. Turpit to gauge just how dangerous he is, and that is more worrisome than knowing. The former owner of this Lab enjoyed hiring wolves, not sheep, and he was not opposed to rabies. His name was Hunter Antonesu; I do not know if you have heard of him--he made himself a patron of the Mansion, and opened the Labs up during the Registration Act to serve as a base for the Resistance."
Slate found himself making eye contact with the cat girl's tea cup. His hands were on the table in front of him, lightly clasped together. "Suffice it to say that he thought it would be useful to be in the Mansion's good graces, and he thought it would be even more useful to observe all of his potential enemies properly. Nothing he did was from the good of his heart, you can rest assured. Beyond that... his larger aim seems to have been to raise an army of mutants under his own control; picture the Order, if you will, but much larger, and not bothering to pay even lip service to morals and ethics."
"My own aim," Slate continued, looking up to meet her gaze again, "is to change this world. When I look around, there are things I see that disturb me. I am going to fix those. My first fix was to take Antonescu's power base from him; all of his employees and assets are mine now, and I am having his research destroyed. The X-Men and the Order both seem too--I suppose 'petty' is the word--to me. They squabble and they brawl, but neither side seems to make any lasting change. I have no care for long-winded speeches on ethics. When I see a problem, I will fix it; and I have mobilized Antonescu's former resources along with my own to do so. We will act. Things will change. And this world will become a better place for everyone, no matter their genetics, to live in."
Baby blue eyes looked honestly into the cat girl's own. "Even if we end up failing, at least we have tried. That is more than anyone else seems to be doing. If I may ask, what are your own opinions on the matter?"
While Slate spoke Nika watched the boy occupy himself with some slight distractions. First was his vacant stare at the cup Nika was drinking from. The next was his strange arrangement of his salad. She also picked up his eased response to her more relaxed posture. The voice in her head was telling her he's slacked off too much now. An attack could come and his reaction would be too slow. Nika squeezed her eyes together and forced the instructions back to the back of her mind. She didn't feel as if she needed to attack right at the moment. There seemed to be no immediate threat that warranted her to strike out.
Slate's description of his views didn't give much in the way of specifications. All she knew was that he wanted to make the world better for everyone. How was that different from what Tricity and the X-men were trying to do? Didn't they want things to be better for both mutants and humans? Then came Slate's inquiry regarding Nika's views.
"I've never let the fact that I look and act different from humans bother me too much. For the most part I haven't had too many problems with humans. The Registration Act did have a bad effect on me mostly due to the fact that I was placed in one of those camps. However, I would like to see human and mutants alike be able to exist together peacefully."
>> "I've never let the fact that I look and act different from humans bother me too much. For the most part I haven't had too many problems with humans. The Registration Act did have a bad effect on me mostly due to the fact that I was placed in one of those camps. However, I would like to see human and mutants alike be able to exist together peacefully."
Slate gave a nod. That was a very Mansioneering statement. "As do I," he replied simply. "That is one of my lesser goals, however, particularly for the United States. There are very many things in this world that I find more urgent than discrimination. The Camps were a truly terrible place; I am sorry to hear that you were in them, and glad that you survived it. The fact that you seem to have survived it so well suggests that you are a very strong young woman." The fact that she had survived Roland's treatment, as well, spoke highly of her. He could have a use for such a resilient tool. His primary goal here was not recruitment, however; it was damage control. It was just as well for Roland Turpit that he was currently missing. Slate could not guarantee the man's health, otherwise.
"At the moment, the United States is a fairly stable place to live, for everyone--and I do mean everyone. I do not mean 'mutants' and 'humans'; I mean all people and things. This country has its problems, but none of them are tearing it apart."
"I intend to start with Colombia," Slate gave away freely, "the drug trade and political conflicts there have caused decades of situations even worse than the Camps in some regards. It is places like that which need my aid more. And I am not merely considering the issue of 'mutant rights' and 'human and mutant relations'; I respect the X-Men for focusing on that subject, but it feels to me as if they are viewing the world through blinders. There is much more to be seen than what is directly in front of them. Are you satisfied with that limited goal?" He asked. It was not an accusing questions; merely a curious one. Somewhat... puzzled. It seemed odd to him that everyone did not think of things the same way he did.
Slate verbally applauded Nika for getting through the horrible experience of the Registration camps. In turn Nika smiled softly and nodded. With a quick shrug of her shoulders Nika Responded further.
"I'm pretty tough. I've been through alot and yet here I am still alive."
Her tea was tempting her to the point of having to take another drink of the soothing cold liquid. Nika's eyes remained attentive on the boy in front of her. She listened to him talk about wanting to make change for everyone. He wants to make changes in the world? This comment hit a strange chord within Nika. She knew about the Order and how they want to change the world. At the same time there didn't seem to be any malicious intent within the boys tone. At least none that Nika could pick up on.
"Why don't you talk to Tricity and see if herself and the other X-Men would be willing to work with you? There's strength in numbers you know."
After making her statement Nika wasn't sure about herself. Would Tricity be worried about her or would she be in trouble with the X-Men leader? Should she go back to the mansion with all this new training? What would the others think of her?/color]
>> "Why don't you talk to Tricity and see if herself and the other X-Men would be willing to work with you? There's strength in numbers you know."
Slate gave a slow, considering nod. Would the X-Men work with him? How willing would they be to even hear his plans out—would they jump to conclusions, and close their minds to him before his explanations were complete? There were reasons he had not simply joined their team and worked towards his goal from the inside. “I am not sure; the X-Men sometimes seem... narrow. Both in the range of their actions, and in their ideas. I wish to change things all over the world, but I do not particularly wish for there to be bloodshed while I do it. I do not claim to be an expert upon the X-Men’s methods, but I think that there must be a more effective way than beat-your-enemies-down fighting. It never seems to change things; only create casualties, and more hatred.”
Still, his eyes met Nika’s attentive gaze with another nod. “I will keep that under consideration, however. I was intending to meet with the Mansion officials soon; I think I will raise that subject, yes. Thank you, Miss Nika. That is a very good idea.”
“May I ask what your own plans are? Will you return to the Mansion from here?” Slate asked. After a moment, he added; “We have guest rooms available in the Labs, if you would like more time to think.”
Slate's nod brought about a smile to Nika's face. The fact that he would even consider something mentioned to him from a stranger was outstanding. Maybe he was more open minded than she first thought. His summary of the X-Men was partially correct. at least from what she knew of the X-Men.
"The most of the X-Men would prefer more peaceful means to solving problems, but if there's going to be a fight then they will do what they must to protect themselves and any innocent bystanders. They don't go looking for fights."
When the boy asked Nika what her plans were she looked confused for a moment. Truth was that she really didn't know. Part of her wanted to go back to the mansion and her room. Another part of her was enjoying the freedom.
"If it's all the same I think I'll stick around for awhile."
>> "The most of the X-Men would prefer more peaceful means to solving problems, but if there's going to be a fight then they will do what they must to protect themselves and any innocent bystanders. They don't go looking for fights."
Again Slate nodded, slowly and thoughtfully. “I do agree with the X-Men’s philosophies. I simply... cannot help but think there is a more effective way.” By the time the fight broke out, hadn’t the situation already gone poorly? Wasn’t there a way to fix things before they reached that point? That is what he needed to think on.
>> "If it's all the same I think I'll stick around for awhile."
“You may stay here as long as you like.” Slate smiled. A small smile, but honest. “And eat as much as you want.” Had that been a flash of a grin? Clearly, that would be undignified.
"Well, maybe finding that other way might come out of talking to the X-Men."
Nika was pleased that Slate was going to give talking to Tricity a shot. That told her that he lieks to keep options open. He isn't a one tracked mind kind of guy. Nika wondered if Tricity would even ask about the catgirl, or if anyone really cared that she was missing.
"Thank you Slate. I'm feeling i]much/i] better now but I think I'll step outside for a bit to get some fresh air."
Once things were in agreement, for the time being, Nika asked if someone could show her to the outside.