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 bellhop blinked from woman to woman. The look on his face spoke volumes. French Women. He may have thought. And pretty ones. He shuffled their luggage onto the cart quickly, bowing his brown-haired head politely, oh-so-politely. Brown eyes stayed on-focus with the luggage, making sure it stayed on-hand. Nothing would go wrong here. He wouldn't let it! And maybe, he'd get more than a tip...
Yet another bonus trait of feminine grace. Lenna turned to aim a 'very blond' smile at the bellhop, switching to the most basic Romanian she could muster.
"Room 204, 203. My thanks."
The bellhop hastily nodded. A minute of hurried cart-wheel rolling later, they were in the lift. The helper helped himself to a button push, and the doors slid shut. Faint music played in the background as the elevator rode up the shaft.
Lenna closed her eyes and waited. As she stood there, curious thoughts danced through her mind. Just what did molecular manipulation entail... Aside from the manipulation of molecules, of course. Perhaps, her partner was the type to shift objects around, and bend them to her will... That would be valuable. Yet, she'd seemed upset when Lenna told her she wouldn't be able to do much within her aura. Perhaps, it was less shifting, more the changing of other peoples' molecules... Lenna had met someone like that before.
Rather explosive.
The elevator dinged like a microwave, letting them know they were finished. Doors slid open. Lenna followed the bellhop out, into the hall. Wheels rattled along as he led them to their rooms.
With a half bow, he directed their attention to room numbers on doors. "Your rooms," He sang in Romanian.
"Thank you," Lenna replied. She planted a light kiss on his cheek, then turned to unlock her door.
He nearly fainted. In all his red hot blushing, he forgot to ask for his tip. Lenna entered her room, baggage in-hand. As she set her suitcase down, she smiled at him, and kicked the door shut.
Alexandra nodded slightly as she let Lenna take care of the bellboy. Apparently, the blond was enjoying this. With a small smile on her lips, Alexandra started to walk.
Click. Click.
The molecule manipulator found a sudden interest in listening to footsteps. Click, click, again, and they reached the elevator. When the footsteps stopped her attention was directed toward her reflection on the elevator’s doors and the soft music playing in the background.
Ding.
The doors opened. Alexandra was the last to exit the elevator and quietly followed the bellboy to their rooms. “Your rooms.” He announced in Romanian. Blue eyes shifted toward the door with a shiny golden 203 on it.
”Thank you.”
And Lenna kissed his cheek. The reaction of the bellboy was not unexpected. Hiding a smile, Alexandra looked at Lenna before the blond could close the door. “I’ll be in your room in a few moments.” She announced in French before turning her attention to the bellboy once again.
She almost pitied the poor boy. Mentally shaking her head, she reached for her wallet and pulling out a bill, she placed it in his pocket. Not that he paid any attention to what she was doing. “I thank you as well.” Alexandra said in a bad Romanian, mixed with a French accent. She smiled … a smile that could have been considered seductive, flirting by many. But she was an innocent little angel, of course. She hadn’t planned it.
“Ya-ya-”
Alexandra laughed briefly at the attempt of an answer. The boy reminded her of Dominic and their first encounter. The whole ta-tas and snoo snoo thing. The memory made her laugh again. While unlocking her door, she absently wondered just how long would the boy stay there, staring at the empty space.
Luckily, when she exited her room, heading toward Lenna’s he wasn’t there anymore. Poor boy. He never saw it coming
Black leather sailed over the brown carpet to land on bed. The first thing Lenna did as she entered the room. Shoes flicked off. Toes nudge nudged nudged them under a chair. The second. Lenna ran a hand through the short crop of blond hair on her head, and glanced in the mirror a moment. Her reflection showed back, confident, but tired. The length of the flight was starting to show.
During the plane ride, she'd stolen a nap, maybe two. Polite conversation with the German and his female acquaintance had taken the energy right out of her. Or maybe it was the jet lag. Passing over much ocean and countryside did that too. But they were here. She was pleased everything had gone as smoothly as it had. For others, the mishap with partners might have proved fatal. Another might have taken a more fatalistic approach, and deemed it 'fate'. Said such a mistake was inevitable, and predetermined.
A smile sliced across Lenna's lips like a knife as she considered it. The blond mercenary leaned back, and let gravity carry her to the mattress. Hands clenched pillow, and hugged it to the sides of her head. Free will. Right. "I guess it's unavoidable. These pillows..." Her words trailed off on the phrase 'sure are soft' as she relaxed a moment. Inevitable drifting, to coin a phrase.
One minute. Maybe two. She just lay, relaxing. On the third, she rolled over, and swung out of bed. Feet touched down on floor like the crack of a bat. Lenna shuffled socks across carpet to open the door.
"Come in," she said, and invited Alexandra over to a chair.
Alexandra smiled politely as she entered Lenna’s room and directed herself toward the chair offered. She took a seat and leaned back while putting one leg over the other. One hand was placed on the table, nails moving softly against the smooth surface. The other rested on top of her knee while she dangled the foot that didn’t touch the ground.
“So. What should be discussed first?” Alexandra asked, tilting her head to the side only slightly as blue eyes were locked on the blond. She took note of the socks and smirked before snapping back to the eyes as she waited for Lenna to decide on which subject interested her more. Would it be her mutation? The mission? Something else? Stopping the movement of her fingers across the table, she brought the hand up to her chin, scratching it absently for a few moments.
A hand pressed against wood. The door closed. Lenna turned, and walked across the carpet to sit on the mattress, facing Alexandra. She rested her hands on the mattress, on either side of her and waited.
>>“So. What should be discussed first?”
"Well," Lenna began slowly. "I am at least five feet away. You could give me a display of your ability. You say you manipulate matter. Could you... manipulate the flowers in that vase over there?" She nodded towards a floral-patterned vase on a set of drawers some feet away from the table, in front of a large mirror. The set of drawers was a luxurious mahogany number, rectangular, and stretched out across the floor. It took about five feet of space, itself. Lenna was curious what the extent Alexandra's manipulation was. Was she able to tinker with complex objects? Simple? "If that's no good, there's always the vase itself. Glass is a bit simpler than living material."
Blue eyes traveled to the flowers in the vase then to the vase itself. She looked at it for a few moments, slightly tilting her head and then, with a lazy blink, she turned her head back to Lenna. “Sorry. I can not manipulate the flowers. Their chemical composition is far too complex for my ability to work.” The molecule manipulator shrugged slightly.
“The vase however…” Blue eyes glanced back at the vase and the intricate floral pattern on the vase. She was almost certain that the pattern won’t be the same by the time she was finished with it. Alexandra smiled and with a small movement of her wrist, she motioned the molecules of the vase toward her. For human eye, the vase was apparently teleported on the table she was resting her hand on. Also, the water traveled as well (now, now, she wouldn’t want that gorgeous mahogany ruined, would she?), this time, in a slower motion than usual, glistering in the light as it sailed trough the air and finally stopped above Alexandra’s palm.
As the flowers dropped on the wooden surface above the drawers, Alexandra shaped the water into an almost perfect sphere, then with a hint of a smile touching her lips, she turned her eyes back to Lenna.
So, she couldn't manipulate the flowers. Too complex... Lenna noted the phrasing. The way Alexandra had worded it clued her in to the extent of those gifts.
Likely, Alexandra had to know the composition of a material before she manipulated it. Complex materials were complex, and it made sense they'd require difficult manipulations, Lenna mused tautologies. This meant Lenna couldn't ask Alexandra to scatter any complex things into their most basest forms... Slate had advised no killing on these missions, though. Darn. Even self-defense limited the paycheck. There'd be no scattering of complex body parts from either leading lady, it seemed.
It was probably for the best.
Though what she did do was impressive! At least there was that. Childlike wonder... might have been one way one might describe the shimmer in Lenna's adult eyes. The water flowed into a controlled sphere as the vase shifted from point A to point B... and lost its pretty pattern.
"I guess you hate flowers..." Lenna nodded to the vase. Now, she spoke in English. "That's a useful-looking ability. I can see much potential. Can you describe for me how complex of a material you can manipulate, and name a few key ones? I'd imagine 'steel'. But what about plastics? Cotton?" It was good they had a chance to clarify all this things so casually. Lenna had a theory it would come back to them as a boon.
Fair questions Lenna asked. Absently, Alexandra played with the water above her opened palm. Small quantities of water moved from the original sphere, and like serpents they moved toward the reformed vase. “For substances that hold more that five elements in their molecular composition, I need to touch in order to manipulate. And I also need to know the molecular composition before affecting them.” Blue eyes traveled to the vase. With a flick of her wrist, she ordered the molecules of water to rush toward the vase. Again, for Lenna’s eyes, it seemed like instant teleportation.
“I manipulate all metals and alloys that are publicly known. Plastics, as well. Polyethylene, polystyrene, polyvinyl chloride, polytetrafluoroethylene, acrylics, polyesters, silicones, polyurethanes, etc. … ” The molecule manipulator smirked as she looked back at Lenna. “Almost any kind of plastics as long as I have knowledge of their chemical structure.” She nodded slightly toward the vase. “Glass.” Alexandra shrugged as blue eyes traveled toward the blond. “Air… And others. But cotton, not really.”
"Darn. Not a pantsmancer, then." Lenna dropped a fist into her palm with a smirk. "But you can manipulate all that, so I think we can handle a lack in the clothing manipulation department."
Yes, Alexandra could manipulate all that. It was quite a list. Lenna took each of Alexandra's details in stride. For substances above five elements, she'd need touch and foreknowledge. That made sense. One wouldn't want to tinker with a watch before they knew how to reassemble the parts.
For living tissues, it was obvious Alexandra would have troubles. The phrase 'The whole is greater than the sum of its parts' came to mind. Nowhere in Alexandra's statements of what she could do did she list 'living tissues'. That was good. Lenna would have been wary of such a thing.
The fact Alexandra's repertoire contained all publicly-known metals made Lenna smile. "And air, too? How does that work?"
Laughter left Alexandra’s lips. No, not really a pantsmancer. The blond was quite entertaining and, the molecule manipulator started to like the woman even more. “Never thought of this, but now I almost feel sorry that I can not manipulate clothes. Trying to bribe a politician dressed only in his underwear could have been… interesting.” She smiled, turning her palm to face the table.
Now, for Lenna’s next question. How could she manipulate air? In many ways, and yet she decided to share with Lenna the most effective method. “Well. I have yet to meet someone who can live without oxygen.” Smugly, she smiled. Not only it was the most effective method but also her favorite. People struggling to get the much needed oxygen into their lungs was quite a pleasant view.
Lenna stifled a smirk at the image of a tighty whitey white-shirted politician. "Yes... I'd imagine he'd be all-too-willing to agree to almost anything in that situation..." Be it spurred on by fear, or some other emotion. Less on other emotions, more on fear. Fear was easier to work with. They'd already displayed their ability to work with the latter emotion.
>>“Well. I have yet to meet someone who can live without oxygen.”
"Oh, I'm sure there's some mutant out there who can live without," Lenna raised her hands in a shrug. She'd concede that it most situations, sucking the air from someone's lungs was pretty potent. "Though, that one has a bit of potential for getting people to agree with us. I'll attest to that... Now, I ask you. Do you have any weaknesses I need to worry about, beyond the basic limit of your own capabilities? I know my limits have already been defined." Lenna smiled. "Please tell me you aren't weak against a certain type of element."
Alexandra nodded slightly. Yes, there might have been some mutant out there who could live without oxygen. But… “I know. I just said I have yet to meet someone able to do it.” The molecule manipulator shrugged as well as she paused letting Lenna talk again.
Certain element? Blue eyes narrowed slightly at the woman. “You mean an element I can’t manipulate, even if I know the structure?” Hand slid from the table, resting on top of her knee with the other. “If that is what you are asking… then no. At least I haven’t met any yet.” And she also hoped none existed.
"Okay. Good." Lenna replied seriously. "Sorry. That was... a failure of a joke. Superman." Lenna smirked. "Was weak against Kryptonite... and last I checked, that element existed on the periodic table. Anyways, onto more serious matters. Our target for the mission..."
Lenna paused, mainly for dramatic effect. Also, to remember the name. "Radu Dimitrie is his name."
Indeed entertaining the woman as. Alexandra laughed briefly. Superman, right. “I see, I see. Fortunately, no element is taking my superpowers away.” With lazy blinks and starting to tap her finger against her leg again, she waited for Lenna to reveal the name of their target.
”Radu Dimitrie.
Tap, tap. Stop. “I am… familiar with him.” She said. Of course, as daughter of Senator Kettler she was familiar with older politicians as they were always visiting her dad’s house. But this one, it was a bit more special. She sighed. Hopefully, she wouldn’t need to use that piece of information. “I believe that the mission would be of moderate difficulty. The man does not hate mutants but he would be afraid to speak positively about them.”
"I see." Well, if she knew him, that helped their case. Alexandra would be able to point the man out in a crowd. They'd be able to find him. She might even know what he held dear... "Well, then. We'll just have to find something to sway him to our cause. Tell me, are you aware of any family the man might have?"
Slate had wanted them to sway this guy to their cause, through bribery, sweet talk, or whatever means necessary. Other than violence, of course. Lenna wasn't suggesting violence. It was just that threats to family provided such a subtle means of getting what one wanted, and they could use that cash meant to bribe for various means. Information didn't come cheap, nor did well-backed threats. If he wouldn't easily fall to their feet when a few notes of currency were dropped, perhaps the women would need other means.
"Aside from bribery, there are several other creative methods to get our way." Lenna smiled.