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.
A thick pain shot through her body. It started at the neck, and throbbed down. With each pulse, another sense sprang up in protest. First was sight. She drew in the cold blue of the room. A passing through struck her. Same color as an ice pack... matched the plastic sheen as well. Up from the flat of the floor, she caught wall. The room was relatively blank outside from the disturbing presence of blue and swinging shapes.
She bit her lip. Then came scent. Nausea welled up in the back of her throat and she covered her mouth. Was that... meat? The taste of frozen blood came with the odor, turned her stomach, made her glad for another interjection of pain. She fell to the ground on both palms as it surged through her, the exclamation lightning bolt on the end of 'touch!'
Her fingers curled, shoulders felt heavy. She couldn't even feel her toes... The floor was hard, and two degrees colder than she would of liked. Numb. The word rolled off her tongue. How could it be this cold? And the scent? Was she in a meat locker!?
"How...?"
"Did you get here?" A voice over the intercom laughed, finishing for her. Her eyes darted up towards the box on the wall. Breath condensed as she exhaled. Beyond the scent of meat, a bitter aftertaste clung to her tongue. Was it... alcohol? She flashed back to the last thing she remembered: The clouded white of ice in a shot glass mixing with amber, a dull clink. The bartender nodded towards two men at a table behind her and knocked another shot down by the first. Turning it in her hand, she glanced back at them, gave an appreciative wave, and...
Stupid...She kicked herself in hindsight. Why was it always cliches that got her in the end?
"So, who are you? I know you kidnapped me. Might as well get the dramatic unveil out of the freaking way." Her eyes flashed on the profanity. Whoever did this... would receive her wrath.
The door swung open with a rusty creak. Three forms entered the room. Their pace was slow, deliberate. They gave her all the time in the world to lift her head upwards and draw recognition.
A strand of hair clung over Lenna's face as she ground her teeth. On either side, thugs loomed like rooks. Nondescript, arms crossed. Between their combined strengths, they guarded the king. Dressed in creme, he leaned on his cane. At its tip, a jewel caught the light. With a flourish, he snapped it up into his hand. The cane spun as he walked around her. Light danced off the walls with each twirl.
"So, tell me." Arrogance coated his voice like brown sugar in sour cream. "Did you really think you could get away with gathering information behind my back? Did you really think... gentlemen..." The two guards moved forward at his gesture. The light show ceased as he struck out with the cane in her direction, as if to drive home a point. A foot followed through on the jab, connecting with her ribs. The guard drew back his leg, waiting on the next order. Cortez's sunken brown eyes softened. The rounded corners of his cheeks drew in with disappointment. She was so much better than this, wiser... perhaps, he'd misjudged her. For a second, the man in the suit questioned her resolve.
"Cortez!!" Another shock of pain jabbed into her neck like a broken fork. Her head throbbed against the jagged numbness as it turned. Lenna's eyes went slack for a moment as her head fell forward. A vein on her neck throbbed, but still... as she drew her head upwards again to burn words into his mind, still the fire in her eyes burned.
Cortez shook his head, considering her. "I hope you didn't think you'd get away with it unscathed...."
"Why are you even... doing this?!" She forced the words out like the static from quick-spinning a dial on an AM/FM radio. Words flecked in and out of focus in a state of consciousness drift. Mouth gaped like a salmon. She could smell it now, amidst the beef... the scent of burning flesh.
He was frying her.
"Why are you... thought we were..." Her head fell. Hair covered her unwavering eyes. "Friends."
The corners of the drug lord's mouth lifted in mirth at the bitter fangs behind the voice. She wasn't lying, though. "At a time..." Cortez's voice drifted like a lazy eye trying to focus. "We were allies... more like family, really. I still remember the fire in your eyes when you received your first gun. Holding it tight to your chest like a toddler holds her binky bear. So stirring, to see an eight-year old that excited over the premise of taking lives. Grinning giddily over the promise of live targets for play."
He lifted the cane off the floor again, spun it and signaled the guards to draw back with a wistful sigh. "But you grew up fast. Much faster than we all expected. Did well in your schooling, made me proud. And killed.” His eyes gleamed. “Oh, the killing. You’d kill your best friend if it meant saving your life. Oh, wait…"
The color drained from her face. Her upper jaw moved like a pestle as her breathing rate increased. No need. There was no need for him to go through this, tell this story... that... "Bastard," She spat out the words like a watermelon seed, splat. "Don't you dare bring up--!"
"Friends? It's a double-edged sword, you know. Cuts both ways?"He tilted his head, took in her reaction through hollow narrowed eyes. You bring up the past like it gives me a reason to ease, but I know the score. All those years of independence went to your head! I kept an eye on you all that time in Europe, you know? Thought you'd find something to occupy you other than senseless violence and gore. Not really sure what you were searching for there, but oh well..." He scratched his cheek. "The point is, I gave you the chance. All the time in the world to find yourself, to recognize... and you filled it with killing, and betrayed my trust. So sad..."
Cortez dropped his face in mock depression. Lenna's eyes strained. Rage boiled beneath the Coppertop surface. How could he know...? How could he understand what she was searching for. To him, it was black and white. No reason, no balance, just painted form.
"How was I to know who your business partners were halfway across the world?! You talk as if I knew, but..."
"Tut tut tut," Cortez's finger swayed. Electricity surged through every muscle in Lenna's body, from the tip of her tongue to the balls of her feet. The pain was overwhelming. The whole room was getting hazy. She drew back her head to cough blood.
"The HELL did you do to me!? Every time..." Another spasm of coughing. Her voice croaked. "Every time I raise my voice, it just..."
"Call it business security. After all, you pass off excuses like you're weak, and you bring up past arrangements, but still... you haven't asked for the big picture. Let me tell you... the big picture." His lips drew into a deathly smirk as he leaned in close to her face. The scent of Cuban cigars bathed pearly teeth. She grimaced through the smell, tried to ignore it, but the next words out of his mouth forced her to draw in a quick gasp, and the whole effort was lost in a swathe of tobacco.
“Think of it as a symbiotic relationship down to the very implant in your neck. If you’re a good girl, everything’s fine. We dance the dance of subservience and you help me out. I let you live. Do something wrong though, and snikt." He made a slicing action over the lump of his throat."We get a very different definition of hot blood, and you see how much damage several thousand volts of electricity do to the base of your spine. So you see, it's in your self-interest to serve. It's only common sense."
"You're a madman!!"
"And you'll be a frozen vegetable if you decide to resist. Like the Oxpecker on the back of the rhino, I’ll be the one eating ticks after they’ve dug their way into your skin, and opening up existing wounds to feast on the blood. But I can just as easily flap away and leave you to suffer alone… It's just that..."Cortez crouched down in front of her and tapped the base of his cane irritably against the floor. "If you die, I'll feel like I lost a daughter, and... I'd much rather have you on my side than against me or dead. So you see my dilemma?
"Thought you’d… be more the Egyptian plover eaten by the Nile Crocodile type.”
Cortez shook off the jab with a laugh. "You know that one hasn’t been scientifically documented at all. And although I’ll agree, the image of a tiny bird sitting in a crocodile’s gaping maw does hold some relevance to the situation here… you give me too much credit. Am I really the monster here if I flap off and leave you to chill? Or is it you who is given yet another opportunity in life, and chooses to ignore it? I’m no devil, Lenna. I’m just the little bird, picking the bugs off your back. I’m here to help. Will you accept my offer?”
“estar entre la espada y la pared…” Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea… she sneered up at him. “I’m trapped. The hell kind of offer is it when there’s no alternative but death!?”
Cortez smirked. ”You realize I’m a businessman first, right? And my time’s valuable, so…” He pushed off the ground with his cane and rose. Passivity reined in the corners of his countenance as he waited on her response. [color=FFFBF9“What answer shall you give?”[/color]
“¡que te den por culo!” [/color]
Cortez shook his head. ”Wrong answer.” He turned and walked towards the door. As he passed his guards, he muttered something. “Maybe a few hours in the ice box will give her time to cool off…”
"... Wait." Lenna sighed. Dammit. "I've got no choice... fine. I'll play your little game"
"Ah! Good girl! Guards, help Ms. Kadick to her feet. We've got a lot of explaining to do before I send her out into the world again as my little gopher. Well, come on! I'll explain as we go."
The guards lifted Lenna up by her arms. She forced her eyes shut with an exhale like a bull ready to charge. This was so degrading, so infuriating, so... !!
"Now, the first piece of information you'll need to know is that from now on, you're on a timeline. That implant in your neck is like a shock collar with a schedule. If I don't get a call-in from you every few hours, you'll get a little zap! It'll improve over time... eventually, the pain will be unbearable, and you'll, well... that isn't important. Point is, follow my orders and don't stray. I gave you too much freedom before. Now, you're on a leash."
She followed along, bounced between the two guards weakly, and did her best to tune him out. This was not happening, this was not reality, and he was not in any position to do this to her. With every step, she tensed back the anger, stored the deep refrain. Buried it within her gut like a Coppertop's charge. He wasn't in power, no. And she'd do him in inevitably. Right now, she was playing the cards she was dealt, and yes, she reasoned.