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.
AA? That was unexpected. "AA helped plenty of people kick plenty of things. My dad used to use his 1 day sobriety chips to help him crack open a Coors." Lori streeeetched and shrank into the couch. Now that the camera was done with them they didn't have to be "on" as Riley had put it. Slumping into a comfy couch was nice. It didn't fit her business attire, but it was nice to relax.
The dark-haired adapted hinted that it was something a bit harder than alcohol that landed her in AA. That was an interesting tidbit worth looking into. If this fly could not be caught with honey, maybe there was something else she would barter for. She tucked that thought away with a smile to Riley. Honey first.
"I like a good cosmo, myself, but I'm pretty equal opportunity. Old fashioned, vodka martini, beer. The stouter the better."
Lori was jonsing for a shower bad and it wasn't even hot and sweaty summer time. Jacen had ruined her. But how to broach the subject? Or should she keep herself from that weakness?
"I'd invite you out for a drink, but it sounds like that's out of the picture." How about just a paycheck and a smack on the booty on her way out? Whatever. She would try to leave her shower's fate in Riley's hands for now.
The photographer called for a new set and Lori and Riley had to jump up out of their seat. "Ah well. Nothing good can last forever." She could go over and visit the photographer again if he started to flounder.
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Riley smirked and nodded a little uncomfortably as Lori tried to relate to her AA experience. It was one thing that Riley was incredibly proud of, she’d never taken a wrong step, not since the event that had convinced her that it was time to go clean. There hadn’t been multiple one-day chips. Just the one. She nodded, more to herself than Lori, ”Well, it did its job for me.” she said, and thank God it had been soon enough.
Lori’s taste in alcohol suited Riley well. The other woman liked things simple, a cosmo was feminine, but still strong enough to knock you on your ass if you drank it fast enough. The rest…well there was nothing pretentious there. No strange drinks named after cities or beaches or anything else ridiculous. Riley didn’t have girlfriends, but Lori was starting to look like someone she could at least respect. A rare find indeed.
The woman commented that under different circumstances she’d have invited Riley for a drink, and even sounded a little disappointed that it wasn’t to be. Riley frowned a little, what was Lori’s game? Nobody ever actually liked Riley that fast, and she knew it. She was simply too cynical and gruff, which was something she was very comfortable with. Then again, there might be more photoshoots in the future, and it never hurt to have a friend in a slightly high place. Especially among a demographic that seemed determined to hate her, Riley mused.
The photographer shooed them from the couch so he could continue his work and Riley was shocked at how easy that had been compared to the things she usually had to do. Pin-up modeling was hard, physical work, the poses were demanding sometimes. Surely nobody had ever simply asked her to lounge on a couch and pretend to laugh with a girlfriend. It was too much to chance making an enemy where a ‘friend’ could be made.
She stood and strode to where Lori was making her way towards the photographer.
”Well. I do drink things besides alcohol.” she said. ”What did you have in mind?”
Whatever made Riley speak up, Lori was glad for it. It just wasn't every day that an adapted walked by. She was afraid to ask Lenna to help her shower because she might break that tenuous almost-field. That was nice asset to have and she was afraid to poke it too hard lest it develop into something she couldn't use.
Lori was a bit tense when she turned around. Because what did she have in mind? Beyond the drink thing... "I don't have a whole lot, I mean... I really wouldn't know. Look, I have a request... It's kind of odd, but I don't have a lot of options." Nervous? Maybe. Riley was a rare find. An actually agreeable adapted that RUPERT hadn't snapped up yet.
"I know a lot about adapteds. I've worked with some before and I think I could help you if you wanted it, but... I couldn't help you nearly as much as you could help me."
Anxious ears were perked all around the room. Lori waved Riley off to the side. They weren't needed here anymore. They could certainly help by staying, but there was something Lori wanted more. "I'm ruined." It made her nervously laugh in a way that made her want to slap herself. This was real and it cost a lot just to say the words.
"I can't touch water without loosing a lot of my mutation. It's not even summer, but you have no idea how much I could use a shower." She was begging blue eyes to blue eyes, but not yet with her mouth. That was as much of her flaws as she was willing to admit just now.
Lori just had to know if she needed to close down all hope. If that was the case, that was the case and Riley could have her check and move on to the next lingerie shoot and Lori would call RUPERT herself. Maybe there would be a finders fee for turning in an adapted...
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Riley’s face didn’t change as Lori spoke, but understanding bloomed inside the dark-haired woman. It hadn’t been a simple, open offer of friendship. Lori wanted something. That was far easier for Riley to understand, and she decided to keep an open mind. She didn’t know how high Lori stood in the pecking order here, but when she said jump, people asked how high. In world where she seemed to be getting less and less popular by the minute, someone high up in the mutant order could be potentially helpful.
That proved itself a moment later when Lori offered help in return. Riley studied the blond for a moment, at least she’d offered. What was this request though, and why did it look like Lori was pulling teeth to make it?
They moved to the side, and Riley’s curiosity peaked even more. This was something that the other mutants couldn’t hear about? A dark eyebrow rose as the shorter woman finally spilled the beans, and Riley just stared for a moment. A shower? Lori wanted to take a shower? And Riley was supposed to help her with that….how? She didn’t know, but she was curious as hell by this point, and Lori looked on the verge of bursting into pleads. Riley didn’t want that. She shrugged her shoulders.
”I don’t see why I couldn’t help you out.” she said, then dropped her voice, ”And I’d be curious to hear how you think you can help me too.”
"Great, wonderful, spectacular, but it can't be here." Options ran through her head. YMCA? She'd avoid that one if she could, but they were the most accessible. There were various hotels around New York, but that would require renting a room and that meant leaving a trail. Not that she thought anyone was on her trail, but old habits died hard.
"There is a Pharmaceutical company called Faust Pharms..." No. Too obvious. Though she was the boss there. She could probably use Riley in more than just a showering capacity if they went there. "There is also a youth hostel called K's Room. Both are in northern Brooklyn by Prospect Park. Wait for me in the lobby of one, I'll check both." That gave her the chance to choose her own fate.
The hushed part of their conversation was over. Lori turned it on. Her features darkening and her face turning a color of red reserved for fruits and vegetables. "Now. Get. out." The words were dark and low. She wasn't causing a scene exactly, but people were giving them a wider berth than they were before. Lori winked to Riley, a movement hardly seen beneath the fall of blonde hair into her face.
"You will get your check in the mail." Or Lori would have Lisa draw up a slightly fatter one for the girl before she left. "So leave." She pointed. "And don't let the doors hit you on the way out." Lori turned and marched darkly toward her own room. As soon as she was outside of Riley's range, her hair started raising on end. It might have been humorous had it not meant that her power was very close to the surface.
If Riley didn't go to either place... what would she do? Hold the girl's check for ransom maybe. Or pout. Or both.
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Ah. So they were going to have to be secret friends. Riley’s lips took on a sarcastic twist as Lori started to go on about how they were going to have to find somewhere else that the blond could take a shower. Not even the freaks wanted to be friends with her. If she’d have been someone else, Riley would have been absolutely devastated. As it was, she simply shrugged her shoulders.
This was starting to be a lot of work, helping this woman out, but if Riley had judged her right….and she was rarely wrong these days on character, the woman would be a powerful ally. The way things were shaping up with work, that was something Riley needed. It sucked to be between a rock and a hard place like this, but Riley wasn’t one to complain so she played the game.
”Thanks.” she said simply. The wink had been a cute touch. One thing Lori said caught Riley’s attention, though, check in the mail. That wasn’t good…Riley needed money now. There was nothing for it though, any illusions that this woman was a friend in the making were dashed by the fact that she couldn’t even be civil in front of her cronies.
Back Riley went, the way she’d come, not wasting any time as she made her way to the doors and back outside. The whole situation was frustrating, and Riley considered simply going home instead of wasting her time standing outside a shower at whatever the fancy Pharmaceutical company was. The woman had said “check in the mail” though, and for some reason Riley didn’t want to risk pissing her off. So down the street she went, making her way towards the streets Lori had mentioned.
She said thanks, but she didn't mean it. Lori would make it up to her one way or another. She just hoped that this didn't end up like a mistress or an on call hooker. It wasn't like that... was it? Shoot. Shoooooot. Lori pulled at her hair. She was messing this up. But these people, her people... they were patting her on the back. They were praising her for casting out demons.
"Lisa, what do I do?" She had to stand on her tippy toes to rest her elbows on the counter in front of the Sanctuary secretary.
She didn't look impressed, but she didn't look confused either. Lisa gave Lori a steady look over the rim of her glasses. "You take that girl her check." Lisa waggled an envelope. "She left without it."
She would not snivvle. But she did grab the check. "Lisa... I love you."
"I know."
Lori ran. She didn't grab a coat even though it looked like rain. She didn't slow down even though she was wearing heels. She had better catch up.
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The walk was longer than Riley had thought. Then again, it had been quite a while since she’d had to walk this far in heels. It wasn’t that she was lazy, it was simply that Riley usually took a cab to and from photoshoots. When she had money. She didn’t have money, so she was walking.
Riley wasn’t dumb, despite her waist and bust size, and as she tried to puzzle out the reasoning behind Lori wanting to shower at a Pharmaceutical company as opposed to her own home, she kept coming up blank. Yeah, the other mutants had probably been pleased with the fact that Riley had been seemingly cast out on her ass, but why a Pharmaceutical company? She shrugged even though there was nobody to see it…she wasn’t getting paid to ask questions.
Watching the street signs as she walked didn’t really help all that much because it just reminded Riley how much further she had to go. Surely it would be a while until Lori managed to leave, and as she passed a little park Riley took a seat on a bench by the side walk.
There were kids playing, and parents watching their kids play and Riley couldn’t help but wonder how many of them were like her, or like Lori. Just how many freaks could there be in the world?
A blond blur nearly passed by and Riley’s brows scrunched together, ”I’m shocked you can run that fast in those shoes.” she called, amusement coloring her voice.
And she was either more out of shape than she'd thought or the heels made running that much harder. She practically heard the cartoon screeeeeech as she stopped. And a big cartoon puff of air as she breathed. Geez she had to look a wreck. And she really hadn't thought this far ahead in the whole scheme of things.
"I am a bad person. I ruin lives and I drink and I lie and I... I like it." She held out Riley's check. "I don't want to ruin yours." They were right. She was soft when it came to adapteds. If Roland found out, he was going to murder this woman from 500 feet out. Adapteds could take care of themselves close in, but a sniper rifle would kill anyone.
A crack of thunder and Lori cursed. Storms liked her. Too bad the feeling wasn't mutual.
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Lori ruined lives. Lori drank. Lori lied. Lori liked all of those things. Any normal person would have heard what she said, reached out, taken the check, and been on their merry way. Maybe even without a genuine thank you. Normal people weren’t okay with taking their clothes of and letting people take pictures of them in almost nothing. Normal people weren’t okay with one-night-stands they met at the DMV. Normal people definitely didn’t pursue any kind of human connection with people who admitted outright that they exhibited some of what were considered the worst human traits.
Normal People.
Riley wasn’t a normal person, though. Wasn’t that what people had been trying to tell her for quite some time now? There wasn’t a normal bone in her body. She should have felt disgusted and probably more than a little scared. Angry too, Maya spilling her little teenaged heart out on the street and insisting that she genuinely wanted Riley’s company had made her angry. This….just didn’t. Probably because Riley did most of the same things. If anything Lori felt even more like a kindred spirit.
Riley reached out and took the check from Lori, tapping it on her knee as she studied the other woman for a moment. Thunder rumbled and Riley looked at the sky, she hadn’t even realized it was cloudy. Standing up, she tucked the check safely into her purse and sighed, ”We’d better get to your Pharmaceutical place before it rains.” she said, and simply started walking the direction she’d been going before she’d stopped to take a load off, ”And don’t worry. You couldn’t possibly screw my life up more than it already is.”
"You say that now..." Lori took the few seconds it took to wrench the heels from her feet. It made Riley loom that much more over her, but her feet thanked her. What was Lori's problem? It wasn't like this was a first date or anything? Hell, she'd be less nervous on a first date. Maybe that was it, though... this actually meant something.
"My second is going to kill you if he ever learns you exist." The words sounded a bit miserable as they came out. "Also, if it rains and you take more than an unknown number of steps away from me there would be a very theatrical light show." Though it seemed the higher up in the plots and schemes she climbed, the more and more her life was balanced on the finest of strings. "I am not used to being at anyone else's mercy." And she felt more than a little pouty at the prospect of doing this dependent-on-another-living-being thing again.
Thunder. Lighting. "How's that for not making things worse?" So far all options ended with one of them dead.
Somehow they made it just after the first sprinkles started falling. Lori ran her hand through her hair and collected the misty water droplets, but the movement was hesitating. No one was struck by lighting or bullet or tomahawk for that matter.
The security guards stood when they entered. She shook her head and they sat. She went... for the elevator. Not the service elevator to the lower levels. Not the stairs. The big shiny one with the polished metal and the ornate carpet.
"35th floor please." That was all the way up. "Oh wait." They needed a key. She stepped out of the elevator and every dew drop sizzled and sparked. So did the lights. One of the guards tossed her a key without asking and soon she was back. "Here you go." And then the key was in Riley's hand and all the light show had stopped.
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Hrm. The prospect of actually dying so the blond in front of her could take a shower gave Riley a moment’s pause that all the other verbal warnings had failed at managing. Lori spoke again, though, and pointed out how water would react with her powers if Riley stepped too far away. The shorter woman’s admission had cost her a lot. Riley knew because it was something she wouldn’t have admitted to if someone was pulling her nails out with red-hot pinchers.
”Then I guess we’ll have to make sure that neither of those things happens.” she said simply.
The walk wasn’t all that much further and very quickly Riley followed Lori’s example of removing her footwear. Needless to say, it made things far easier.
Into the building they went, right as the rain started to fall, and with the way the guards reacted to Lori, it became obvious that she was something more than the average company grunt. Into the elevator they went. 35th floor? Riley looked at the buttons, the penthouse. Did Pharmaceutical companies have penthouses? No matter, Lori left the elevator a second later and the lights started doing creepy flashing things that made Riley wonder if being in an elevator was such a good idea.
Lori returned, handed Riley a key and the doors shut. It was too late now. Watching as light after light lit up, Riley tried to make the two and two in her head equal four, ”Let me guess. You’re Lori…Lori Faust.” she concluded. ”And however far away that guard was…obviously too far.”
Lori looked at Riley. Of course was written all over her features.
"Knowing your range can mean the difference between life and death for not only yourself." And pharmaceutical companies did have penthouses. Especially when they were custom built from the ground up. "I tore this building down and I rebuilt it. My office is on the 30th. My refuge..." The doors chimed and hushed open. "is here."
The floor was polished stone, but covered with rugs in all walking areas so that if Lori chose, she could go barefoot. The furniture was modern and sleek, much like the furniture in her office. But while her office was a bit dark, everything here at the top was light. One wall was a book shelf from floor to ceiling, complete with ladder. The main arrangement of the room was a set of white leather couches cut in straight lines set around a fountain of sand. Short juts of wall sectioned off a small kitchenette, a bedroom and the largest bathroom that Lori had ever seen in real life outside of Venus' bathroom.
It was all very zen and so clean that it had to be professionally kept or fresh out of a box.
Lori took the key out of the elevator and sent it back down. Somehow this felt just a little like Pretty Woman except she wasn't the hooker this time.
"If things are too crazy at the Sanctuary..." She shrugged. She hadn't used it at all when Mars had been around. But now that the building was wholly complete and she was taking on more and more weight of the world. What would her dad say if he saw this place? "From trailer to penthouse in about a year. I have an adapted to thank for that, actually."
Lori set her heels by the elevator door in just such a way that made the neatness of the space a bit more believable.