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.
"They scour the ends of the earth for a nice plate."
Aleksei took her interest at face value. "Ahh, more often than not its not even a nice plate. Seems that my employers usually end up liking some godawfully ugly item. The kind of thing you would find in a garage sale or a cheap auction. A shame really. People with that much money shouldn't waste it."
"Which overpaid CEO sent you off to Paris on a whim? Was it Trump? Ooh, or maybe Bill Gates?"
"Ahh, well..." Aleksei paused for half a second wondering whether to lie or not. Deciding that he hadn't given her enough information to suspect anything, Aleksei decided to go with the truth. After all, it wouldn't make a difference anyway, and by lying he risked making a mistake. "I am currently working for one "Caleb Swartz"." He waved his hands in a dismissive gesture. "He works for some medical company or other. I didn't pay much attention truth be told. The only thing I gave mind to was the giant list of items he delivered to me. The man has eccentric tastes. Although, he has better taste than most I've worked for. I will grant him that. He said he was renovating one of his summer homes."
Giving a shrug and fake laugh, Aleksei continued. "Truthfully I'm glad that there are such shallow people in the world. If it weren't for such eccentrics and their hard to satisfy tastes, I would be out a job. Of course the items aren't even the hard part. It's the budget. I mean, you would think that the rich would be easygoing about expenses but you'd be wrong. Nobody tighter in the wallet than a rich man."
"Caleb... Swartz?" Lenna's eyes lit up with a look that would spell, to Aleksei, disconnected disinterest. A distant shrug. "Never heard of him." She had. "Rennovating summer homes?" She'd recently renovated the summer home of one 'Bolivar Cortez'. A drug lord in Columbia. Evil Overlord. She'd gotten even with him. Quite messy, actually. "Neat." And this Caleb Swartz, head of Mondragon Medical Labs... was the same Caleb Swartz she'd researched prior to handing one 'Bolivar Cortez' over to a 'Mr. Slate.' A 'Mr. Slate' who was, in fact, one and the same to Caleb Swartz. An alias! ... or so she'd connected.
Any man with an alias is hiding something. With Slate, it was the conquest of Columbia. And now, he was expressing interest in some minor object of desire, and had sent an 'items acquisition specialist' (read: thief) to get it.
Point of exposition: It probably wasn't a grocery list of wants. It was probably something worth more. Something... unique. She had to find out what that something was. She made a note to herself: Further investigation required.
But first...
The topic of Caleb Swartz was discarded, lest the Russian acquisitions expert become suspicious. A light laugh. "Agreed. Without eccentric champions of the business world, where would be the buyers of expensive trinkets and doodads?" The French word for 'doodad' was 'machin', or 'bidule'. The word for 'trinket', 'babiole'. The fact those two strange words had uses in the language of love only seemed to strengthen Lenna's opinion that strange men had strange uses for many things, and that France was filled with its share of eccentric individuals. The fact she got to use 'babiole' and 'bidule' in a sentence was, in-itself, a victory. A childish smile tore at Lenna's lips. "And yes..." Her eyes shifted away, towards the passing city out the car window at Aleksei's complaint about 'expenses'. "As odd as it may be, those with more money than God often choose to pinch every coin. To spend the excess they have in values beyond that which they'd normally wish would be foolhardy. Gotta protect every dollar, right?" A laugh. "People are weird. Ah, here's our stop!"
The cab pulled to a halt by the side of the street by the court of Napoleon. Beyond the windows, one could see the left wing of the courtyard of the Louvre. A glass pyramid rose 20 to 30 meters away from where they'd parked. Lenna's door sprang open. Her feet touched down on pavement. As she turned towards the terrace, a cold wind swept past her neck, and caused her scarf to trail. Lenna was momentarily glad she'd chosen to wear it. Today seemed like it'd be a bit chilly. She turned towards Aleksei, and paused.
Aleksei listened as Lenna changed the conversation away from Caleb back to trinkets and doodads. Indeed, he made all the correct facial expressions and nodded at the right times to pretend he was still interested in talking about it. In actuality he was getting bored talking about trinkets. He could barely stand stealing items that were interesting, so talking about finding useless trinkets was getting boring fast. Indeed, for the first time he began wondering if he should have just lied. He could have told her anything. Maybe he should have claimed to be a stuntman or something equally ridiculous. At least the conversation would have been a bit more interesting.
And just as he was preparing to attempt to change the topic of conversation the cab stopped. With barely a pause, Aleksei slid smoothly out of the cab and onto the curb. The air had a crispness to it that Aleksei reveled in momentarily, not having realized how much he missed a cooler climate.
"Do you want to pay the cab driver, or shall I?"
As the air whipped past his ears, Lenna tried to speak. Her words lost in the wind Aleksei was about to ask her what she had said when he realized she was asking who would pay for the cab. Reaching for his back pocket Aleksei began speaking. "I"ve..." He trailed off the second his hand hit empty air in his rear pocket, instead of the reassuring wallet it was supposed to find. With a sigh of frustration and hands now firmly planted on his hips Aleksei took a moment to cool off. It seemed that even after having left, he could not get away from Tris' tricks. This wasn't the worst part of what she had done, but this just added fuel to the fire.
"Well," Aleksei said, his attention coming back to Lenna, "It appears that my wallet fell out in the scuffle with my partner. So, either you're paying or this evening is at an end."
Those few words that could change the mood of any conversation were uttered. 'I'm broke'. 'Your treat?' Lenna's smile faded away. She glanced at the cab driver, who regarded them with slumped shoulders and a sigh, hand held out, then back to Aleksei. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips. Was he sure? Absolutely certain... or was he playing the part? Either way, for the night to continue...
Her attention snapped briskly back towards the driver. She fished out her billfold, and paid what he asked. A few crisp bills passed hands. Lenna's eyes shifted conspiratorially back towards Aleksei as she uttered a light apology. "Really. Sorry for my friend." The cabbie nodded. Thanked them. Pocketed the currency, and was on his way.
"As for you..." She approached Aleksei, leafing through her wallet. Her eyes scanned the cash she had on her, she deftly made calculations in her head, and folded the wallet shut. It slid back into the inner pocket of her jacket. "My treat... so long as you abide by a few guidelines. Guideline 1: No overspending. Buy something at a fair price. Don't want to break the bank. Guideline 2:" Lenna brushed past him, lips cut into a smile like the shadow of a crane. As she led them towards the restaurant, she continued her speech. "No dessert. Guideline 3:" She hid a wry smirk as they approached the steps. The cafe was just up ahead. At their approach, the doorman held open the door. "Next time, drinks are on you."
They entered the restaurant. Lenna paused by the 'to be seated' sign, facing Aleksei, hands clasped behind her back. She smiled brightly. "Do you agree to abide by these three guidelines?"
Aleksei followed Lenna towards the cafe while listening to her yammering on and on about the terms of dinner. He kept a straight face while listening, but his real reaction was different than the one he was showing. When it came to issues like this one, Aleksei preferred straightforwardness and her designation of rules was grating his nerves. Really, he would rather her just say yes or no. After all, if the situation was reversed Aleksei would have picked up the tab no questions asked.
Aleksei shrugged at her question regarding his agreement to abide by her terms. "Sure, whatever." He still didn't really comprehend how it was such a big deal. In his mind he had lost his wallet through no fault of his own, and her insistance on requiring terms seemed silly. Of course, the fact that she had to check her wallet for money lessened the issue a bit.
After a few moments they were seated, Aleksei opting for a seat near the windows. Feeling the need to get past the money issue, Aleksei spoke first. "So, do you come here often? It seems like a nice place." He waved his hand towards the window. "If their food compares to the view it will be a real treat."
The waiter approaced, handing out menus and taking requests for drinks. "I will take a water with lime please," Aleksei said, turning to see what Lenna was going to order.
Sure, whatever. Sure, whatever was the kind of passive-aggressive answer a person gave when they really didn't care about the conversation. Lenna shrugged right back, an ounce of chipper spunk gone.
"Alright." Cool. Whatever. She glanced over at the hostess, who looked up, then retreated back down into her book. After a moment, someone else stepped forward to seat them. Lenna sunk down into the window-side seat, resting her head on her hand. She glanced distractedly out the window.
>>"So, do you come here often? It seems like a nice place."
Lenna returned her focus to Aleksei with a shrug. "Actually, I've never been here. I've only read about it in guide booklets. 'Come here if you want good food near the Louvre. The view of the pyramids is spectacular.'" Her hands moved to mimic explosions in the sky as she uttered the word 'spectacular', then let them fall to the table and rest. A faint smile and a slight nod. "Like I said earlier, I've been to Paris a few times on business. Never to see the sights."
The waiter came, and Aleksei ordered a drink. Lenna turned to look at the waiter. "Earl Grey tea." The waiter nodded, set down some menus, and left.
Akane held her glass of water by the edges of the top. Water sloshed lightly, back and forth as she regarded Aleksei. "What do you think of Paris so far?"
"Like I said earlier, I've been to Paris a few times on business. Never to see the sights."
Aleksei nodded as if to concede a fair point. "True, but I didn't realise that included eating as well. I thought maybe you had squeezed in enough time to at least treat yourself to a good meal. Whenever I'm out I usually try to eat well if nothing else." He took another glance outside before turning his attention back to the table. "I've never been one to look at those visitors brochures. Considering the view perhaps I should start."
"What do you think of Paris so far?"
Aleksei gave it a moment of thought, mulling over his reply before responding. "Truth be told, I'm not really sure. I haven't had time to explore it much, though it seems pretty enough from looks alone. Then again, many cities have sights to look at. I suppose it depends on what you are looking for." He shrugged. "Give me another week and ask me thatt same question."
The evening continued with the pair trading amicable small talk. After they finished eating the conversation finally died out, and they returned to the bed and breakfast.