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.
"Oh wow," Lenna laughed. "Putting me in the spotlight. Hmm. There's lots but... now I can't think of anything. I know you were a ranger. Apparently, not sniper-grade. I don't know why you left or why you joined. I don't really know about Texas, or growing up in it... all I've got are Westerns corrupting my knowledge base."
"It's kind of funny... because... I thought you'd have more questions for me." She blushed. Her history was... difficult. She knew more about Michael than he knew about her, though. Somehow, that wasn't quite fair...
While Lenna spoke, beating around actually asking a question, The Ranger sliced a couple more of the straps. Lenna never posed a question just made a string of comments which could easily be turned into questions. Following that she stated she had thought he would have asked more questions about her.
"Oh, well let me fix that." He stopped, standing next to the pallet, knife in hand, looking at Lenna. He knew so little about her past, a few little bits he picked up from when he was at her place while he was Lori. "You once mentioned you won yer piss-cutter off a Polish general at a summer camp that was more like boot camp. Tell me about the camp."
She wondered what he'd think about everything, but she'd already decided. She'd answer his questions, whatever he asked. It was up to him to choose what he did with it all.
"Well," She started slowly. "It was less a summer camp, and more training. Not quite boot camp. More 'school'. That's where I learned to fight, and do pretty much everything..."
In response to the question Lenna stated it was where she learned to do everything, and that it was more like a school. She didn't really provide any details. "What were you training to be? An operator for some paramilitary group? And if it is a school it seems like it would span at least a couple years. How long were you there?"
He posed the question and then slid the knife in to cut another strap. Only two of them remained and he moved the knife to cut another while waiting for Lenna to reply.
"It's a long, convoluted story." She said. Lenna had almost sighed it. "I grew up in the school, training to work for a man named Cortez in Columbia, as a member of his all-woman army... at least, that's what Eliana always called it. 'An army'." She shook her head a little cynically. "Not that it did him much good, ultimately. He was defeated where he lived... but that came later. We'll get there. For the rest of this stuff, you'd better sit down..."
Michael was actually the second person she'd told this story to. The third, if Slate was counted. Second, willingly. Slate had merely overheard and forced her hand.
The Ranger cut that strap and Lenna continued. Apparently she was in Columbia, and some man named Cortez was raising an all-woman army. The Ranger found that odd being as most militaries, with the exception of the Isralies, want to keep women away from front line combat. That being unavoidable if teh army is all women. Granted it was this Eliana person who called it an army. She stated this Cortez person was defeated, and then stated that for the rest he should sit down.
The Ranger nodded, sliced the last strap, holstered the knife and returned to where Lenna was before sitting down next to her again. Once he was seated he looked to her and stated, "Okay, continue."
"Now, just so you know, this is sort of my life story here. So don't judge. I don't usually care about that stuff, but... anyways." Lenna took another composing breath. "I'll start from the beginning. I lost my parents. Eliana adopted me, but Cortez had her raise me and train me as a soldier. That was the drug lord's condition. So... I got trained." Lenna shrugged. "For bodyguard work. Assassinations..."
Lenna began a more detailed story, she was in the school because her parent's had died and the person who adopted her had to train her. For body-guarding....and assassinations.
The Ranger wasn't one to judge, he had been essentially an assassin. First for the government and then for Slate. Although, he could justify those in terms of service to his country or leading to a better world. But, with Lenna she hadn't chosen to be trained as an assassin.
The Ranger nodded, indicating he was listening and understood.
Somehow, Lenna had expected him to be more outspoken... or at least to comment on things. It wasn't like she'd wanted his judgmental opinion, but a little concern might have been nice... not that she wasn't a big girl. It wasn't like she'd imagined some knight in shining armor sweeping her off her feet or anything. That was just stupid, and armor was cold.
Maybe Michael might have more to say after the story was over. She figured she might as well finish it up. It was entirely possible Michael had just been raised not to interrupt stories. She kept talking.
"I worked for Cortez for a while, doing that. When I was old enough, I asked him if I could leave... he said yes, so I did. I went into business for myself. Spent some time in Europe and Japan. Everything was fine until..."
The tale continued, and the Ranger listened. A questioning look coming to his face at the mention of Cortez letting her go. Why would a drug lord let someone he had trained go of, it was just wasting the money invested into her training. And business for herself, did that mean she became a gun for hire for anyone who with enough cash? It seemed the most likely, undoubtedly in Europe there were people who would have someone they wanted removed; hell assassinating their own kings was once the most popular sport in France. Again the Ranger couldn't judge her either way, he had assassinated for cash for Slate... Granted, in that case the ends most certainly justified the means.
At the word until the Ranger thought that Cortez came a knocking, which could lead to an explanation as to why he let her go. Yet, that would be jumping to conclusions and he snapped back listening to Lenna having had a momentary stop to process the added bit.
Lenna grimaced. "My friend, Eliana. Practically family. Was sent to kill me because I'd taken out someone Cortez hadn't wanted killed. I had to defend myself. Afterwards, I foolishly tried to get revenge..."
Cortez sent the woman who adopted Lenna to kill her! 'That sorry-ass yellow-bellied sonovabitch!' There's a good chance he was thinking having her attack Lenna would give an edge so Lenna would be put down with less an effort. Which made Lenna have to, well what he assumed happened, kill her. "Holy shi-" He muttered, he didn't want to interrupt Lenna.
She then stated she tried to get revenge. Saying it was foolish led him to believe something bad happened.
She'd heard the muttering. Lenna looked up at him, realizing she'd been focused on the floor beneath them for a while now. He actually sounded engrossed. But what was he thinking... she didn't try and guess. The story was nearly over now.
Lenna sighed, and looked away, towards the shooting range. "I was stupid. I got caught. Cortez did something, installed some chip in my neck that shocked me whenever I was disobedient, forced me to obey. He made me do a job for him. He made me look into Slate. ... That's when my adapted aura activated. Some time around the time when Slate healed my hand... Slate was in Columbia building schools 'for peace'... but in actuality, he was just sowing the seeds of domination, implanting loyalty commands in peoples minds when he could. He did." Her lips scrunched like she'd tasted something bitter. "I found myself answering all the questions he asked... and when the time came and I disobeyed Cortez to help Slate and try and get my revenge... that bastard stopped me from ending the man. So I gave him to Slate. Now, Slate controls the drug trade in Columbia... for the most part. And Romania... recently, that shock chip finally stopped working and that loyalty command he'd put in my head became null... my adapted aura got stronger. I had free will. I realized... Slate needs to be stopped."
She looked to Michael. "That's pretty much the story up till now. Slate currently has me spying on Lori, and... I'm actually working for her, too, and plotting against Slate. I'm not quite sure why I'm telling you all of this, but... I've lied so much in my life. I guess... I just wanted to try being honest. Take my story as you will..."
Her lips were drawn tight now. Lenna watched Michael, uncertain whether he'd take all of this positively or negatively. She kind of felt like crap.
Lenna's story continued. It included everything from obedience chips to Slate controlling the Colombian drug trade. It would seem fantastical were it not for Lenna's voice ringing it true. Yet, Slate implanting loyalty commands? That was surprising, the Ranger had thought he just controlled places out of political influence. Kill off a few opponents, bribe some, and make yourself look to be the hero. It would seem that was not all their was to it.
Slate stopped Lenna from exacting revenge. Slate now controls the drug trade. The Ranger was far from pleased to hear this. He had friends in the 7th Special Forces group who had been killed on operations for SOUTHCOM attempting to deal with the drug lords in Latin America and here was Slate effectively in control of Columbia and controlling the drug trade... and allowing Cortez to live.
Other questions about her past, or her present dealings with Lori could wait.
Slate had also put one of those loyalty commands in Lenna. So first she had a shock chip controlling her and then Jedi mind tricks. Though both were null now, and she is working for Lori... While plotting against Slate.
The Ranger was not sure what to say at first. It was a lot of information and it seemed like it might have been rough on her to retell. Ranger's natural way of handling things was to identify the problem and seek eliminate it (whether it is a situation or person), this bled over into stories people told him. "So that sorry-ass, yellow bellied, sonovabitch sent someone who's basically family t' kill ya an' Slate's lettin' 'im live!? That boy ain't worth the bullet he deserves." That statement barked he toned down and changed his inflection to be more consoling, and gently placed his hand on her back as people often do. "I'm sorry those two bastards controlled you and made you kill Eliana. An' if you want it, I'll help ya with Slate." He had once thought Slate was trying to lead to world peace and that way could justify working for him in Romania... but if the man was controlling people in this way and allowing the drug trade he would not stand for it. Just a paycheck from him wasn't enough for him to turn a blind eye to this.
"You're right," Lenna said tersely. Discomfort was slipping into her voice. "He isn't worth the bullet. He heals. And... he rides unicorns. And raises the dead. And hires teenagers for dangerous missions. He's pretty much the worst boss possible. Unfortunately, all of that doesn't mean he needs to die. What I've got in mind... is better. For everyone but him."
"You can help me..." Lenna finished weakly. "But the plan's a bit different than what you might have been thinking."