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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Lenna leaned back in the chair at the head of the table in the board room, lacing her fingers behind her head. From where she sat, she could see every other seat in the room. It was strange. In all her time working for Slate, she'd never seen him sit at this head position. Always, slightly to one side. It seemed fitting she be the one to take the initiative and control the seat.
One would have thought taking control would involve seizing. That Lenna would have to describe all her plans, lay everything out in detail, and coerce the Kabal leader to give her some power to make executive decisions. That he would need convincing that, perhaps, his plan to control countries needed a bit of fine-tuning.
Lenna had called Slate up. To start small, she thought it relevant she tell him why she could not set foot again at Mondragon labs. It seemed relevant. Had seemed that way to her. She never got the first words. Slate had interrupted her. It seemed he'd been wanting to contact her for a while.
Why?
She'd asked him why, and he'd told her. She'd been surprised. It seemed he wanted to take some time off for schooling. His grades had been slipping, and... it was so like Slate.
Eyebrow arched, she'd brought up what she'd called about, slowly, not yet accepting his offer that she take over in his absence.
Slate had told her she had nothing to worry about at Mondragon. Any and all people under his control were under his control of their own volition. He'd handled all dissenters as best a keen Kabal leader could. Delegation. Someone else had done the deed. Nobody working at Mondragon (and still alive) would dissent. They wouldn't turn against the company, even if her aura ended Slate's loyalty command.
It was good, certainly, but... 'what about in other countries', she'd wondered aloud?
Surprisingly, he'd seen her point. He'd told her she could see to finding a way to protect the Kabal's best interests from outside and inner threats her own way. That was as good a pass as she'd needed.
Lenna had accepted Slate's offer to step in while he schooled. And so, with a whimper, rather than a bang, (and with no outside help), she'd assumed control. She hadn't even needed a falling whale. Although, if she'd been aware of the general specifics of the last takeover... she might have wanted one, in hindsight.
The lime green squeaky hedgehog sat on the board room's table, dead center, eying her. Pushing back her seat, Lenna rose. She walked on over to pick it up. The hedgehog was in new hands, now. Stronger, more capable hands.
She squeezed. It squeaked.
Lenna casually reached for her cellphone. She just had to tell Lori.
Since it was Memorial Day Katrina didn't have school. Since she didn't have school, she was able to arrive early for her weekly study session with Slate. Being early meant that she had time for another appointment with someones else.
The blonde teen padded up to the desk of the nine fingered secretary, Noin Mortman, and gave her a big smile. The woman peered at her, taking a bit longer than usual to glance over Katrina's attire, as if trying to take in all of it's glory. And glorious it was. Katrina was wearing a loose fitting white blouse, loose trousers tucked into tall boots that were probably her mother's, her ponytail swung cheerfully on the very top of her head, and her ears came to an artificial plastic point at the top. Every part of her outfit glittered with beads, sewn carefully into swirl and flower shapes. With her she carried a stick that came to a fork at the top, every inch of it sparkling with ribbons in more colors than even the rainbow could boast of.
"Does the young elf maiden have an appointment?" Noin asked politely.
"I'm a kender," Katrina corrected her, "and I do have one later with Slate and one earlier in the training room. I don't know if that one would be on the schedule or not."
"Ahh," Noin nodded knowingly. "Yes, I see it. A training session led by Nigel Banks."
Katrina nodded enthusiastically.
"Very well. After your training session, you should check back with me. Slate may not be in today. He was, moving I believe, and didn't say when he would be back today. If he isn't here, I'll make sure you get his new address."
"Thanks, Ms. Noin!" Katrina's nails glittered as she waved to the secretary on her way past.
The boardroom was on the way to the the door was open, which was somewhat unusual, but not entirely noteworthy in and of itself. It was the familiar squeee-aaaak that really drew her attention.
Katrina poked her pointy eared head into the boardroom and looked around. The person she saw was not who she expected to see, given the squeee-aaaak. Instead it was a woman that she hand never, probably, seen before. And she was sitting at the head of the table. Hunter's chair. Not Slate's, but Hunter's.
Lenna nearly jumped. Slowly, she turned towards the sound of the voice. Inside the doorway, a young girl stood, in brightly-colored beaded clothing, with inexplicably pointy ears.
The person on the other end of the line picked up. Lisa's voice spoke a professional 'hello'. Lenna blinked. "Tell Lori Lenna will want to speak with her later... at Mondragon." Lenna said quietly. "Good bye." She hung up before the ghost of a good bye could leave Lisa's lips.
The new Kabal leader eyed the strange visitor with concern as she slipped her closed cellphone back into her pocket. She subconsciously clenched the lime green squeaky hedgehog tighter in her grip. A tiny squeak escaped it.
Katrina blinked at the sentence the woman uttered into the phone. The lime green squeaky hedgehog gave a little wheeze of pain as he was clenched in a too tight fist. Katrina blinked again, trying to put together all the thoughts that suddenly were tumbling through her head.
Lori, isn't she the leader of the Order? What would she be doing here meeting with some stranger? Where was Slate and why had he so abruptly decided it was time to move?
"Can I help you?" The lady had asked.
The little illusionist wasn't sure. She wasn't entirely certain that this lady had any right to be in this room arranging meetings with anyone. Then again, she didn't know that she didn't have that right either. This was all so confusing.
"I have an appointment," was the answer Katrina decided to use. The truth was easier than lying. "I'm Katrina," she added for good measure, thinking that she may get an introduction out of the lady if she introduced herself first.
"Lenna," Said Lenna, uncertain. "And I wasn't aware of any appointment, Katrina. Who was the appointment with...?" She'd really have to talk to Slate's secretary about giving her the heads up on things... or get a different secretary. And maybe an office. The board room was so roomy. It was a bit much. So was the girl's costume.
"And pardon my asking, but what, exactly, was this appointment to be about?" That was her polite way of expressing mild confusion and curious disapproval over her guest's current attire. Lenna was unfamiliar with dungeons... although she'd dealt with her own share of dragons.
If Katrina had never seen her before, it made sense that this Lenna character might be a new employee at the labs. If she was so concerned about appointments it would make sense if she was going to be part of the secretarial staff.
"It was on the calendar," Katrina pointed out. "It's a step combat training session with Nigel Banks in the training room." The little illusionist tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out why a new member of the secretarial staff would simply be sitting around in the board room.
"Have you been on a tour or anything? I have a few minutes before my appointment, I could show you around if you want." Katrina was an excellent tour guide. She knew where just about everything was in the labyrinthine laboratory, from having spent an entire year of her life living here and having nothing to do other than explore. It didn't quite giver her access to all the dark corners and locked up secrets, but she knew about pretty much everything else. She also knew pretty much the entire staff and could make introductions as they went along.
"So when did you hear about your new job?" She asked as she turned for the door, expecting Lenna to follow her out.
"When Slate asked me to handle things for him, while he worked on his schooling." She replied, wedging the hedgehog carelessly in the crook of her arm as she crossed her arms at the young girl who'd offered a tour.
Why had the girl offered a tour? Did she think Lenna was someone who was not familiar with Mondragon? True, she wasn't, with all the small details. She had not been to all the corners of the labs, but still.
And why did this girl apparently think she knew those corners so well? Who had shown a minor so much, and shared so many details?
She had taken a chance. The girl probably knew Slate. It seemed to be a page in Slate's playbook, to enlist minors for help in jobs beyond their understanding. Perhaps, this was one of those young girls.
"If you need help finding Nigel Banks and the training area, I can show you the way." She offered politely.
She did not want to stray from her meeting place too long.
When Slate asked her to handle things... while he went to school? He hadn't told her he was going to give up on being the Mondragon Labs Medical CEO in favor of focusing on his studies. Katrina would have thought he'd mention something like that. So either this Lenna lady was lying, or (and this seemed like the far more likely scenario) Slate had completely forgotten to mention anything about it to her. He was like that, with the not sharing of important life changing information.
Seriously, he could be dying of terminal cancer and never remember to mention it to anybody. Katrina shuddered at the thought, though, and vowed to stop into Dr. Ingram's lab later to look at Slate's medical records. She would hate to lose him like that, Slate had become rather important to her, the one friend that didn't regularly disappear on her, the one constant in her life.
The lady elected not to go on the tour, tucked the hedgehog unceremoniously into the crook of her arm (with a little squeee...), and then offered to escort Katrina to the training area. Katrina frowned. She knew perfectly well how to get to the training area, and any employee of Slate's should know that perfectly well, too.
"I could find it with my eyes closed," Katrina bragged. She probably could, too, not that she ever had tried before. This Lenna Lady, if she was going to be running things, had a few things to learn about the labs it would seem.
A question nagged her at the back of her mind. Why was the new stand-in CEO of Mondragon Labs Medical wanting to have a meeting with Lori, the leader of the Order? Katrina didn't think that what the Order usually ran around doing was going to be very helpful in what Slate's company usually ran around doing. The Order started fights over golden doors. Slate's Mondragon's helped the world become a better place. It didn't make sense.
This Katrina girl could find her appointment on her own. She had an appointment. She needed to get to it. Lenna didn't want to keep her busy. She had questions, though. And she could tell, from this girl's situation, she likely had questions, too.
'Why not kill two birds with one stone?' Lenna reasoned. So, she took a risk, and asked a question she didn't know the answer to. "How do you know Slate?"
Well then indeed. A silence followed during which woman considered girl and girl considered woman. There was a lot of information to be gathered here. The new CEO probably wondered why a fifteen year old girl was wandering around her new company. The fifteen year old girl wondered why Slate would pick someone she had never seen before, considering all the other likely candidates for the position.
And so it was apparently decided by mutual agreement that it was question and answer time.
Katrina smiled politely and answered her question, "I've known Slate all his life. He's kind of like a brother to me."
And that meant it was her turn to ask a question of Lenna, and decided on the one that she thought the most important at the moment. "How do you know Lori?"
When had this girl found out about Lori? Oh, right. When she'd finished the phone call with her. Well, damn. She thought she'd spoken quieter than she had.
Leave it to me to be a loudmouth on my very first day... Lenna mentally sighed.
So, lying was the method of the day here. But what? Obviously, saying they were 'business partners' was out of the question. It was too easy to follow up with an innocent 'what're you doing?' Hrm. That didn't leave many options. 'I killed some of her family?' Nope. 'I spied on her for Slate? Then spied on Slate for her? And got the Kabal without any effort, to boot?' Hilarious, but nah. Then what, oh what, could she say?
And that's when Lenna got an idea. Lenna had a terrible idea. Lenna had a terrible, evil, hilarious, terrible idea. She lied.
"Lori's my girlfriend." she smiled politely.
There. Now, that hadn't been hard at all. And the whole lie had only taken less than a second to come out. ... Weird.
She hadn't expected that as an answer. The weirdest part wasn't that they were two girls, more that they were like Romeo and Juliet from warring families. Except in this case it would be Romia and Juliet, she supposed.
It wasn't as odd as someone from the mansion and someone from the Sanctuary dating, she supposed. That had happened before. So why not?
"That's nice. Though, I don't know that the Labs are the most romantic place for a date. I mean, it could be, I suppose. Do you think she'll want a tour when she gets here? You could show her the library or the music conservatory."
Now that Katrina thought about it, there really weren't very many places in the Labs that could be considered romantic. Which was sad, if Lenna expected to have a date here. Katrina liked the labs, and wanted them to look their best, especially for Slate's chosen replacement CEO. An idea tickled the back of her mind.
Katrina nodded solemnly, "Yes there is." Then she checked her watch, "and yes. I do." There wasn't much time. She'd really have to hurry to get ready.
She turned for the door.
"Good luck on your date!" She winked horribly obviously then skittered out the door.
Her first stop was back to Noin to make sure that she knew to put the date on the schedule. Noin didn't like to let people in without an appointment after all.
Her next stop was to the canteen to request some pasta be put on the boil.
Finally, a little out of breath from running, she burst through the door into the training rooms in dramatic fashion. Inside a wizard, a paladin, an elfin archer, and a ninja were already assembled.
"Quick! We need to change clothes," she informed them.
She had an appointment to be going to, so. She left. Lenna was relieved.
Still... that tour would have been nice. Slate had never told her about all the extra places this place had to offer. It must not have been something he'd considered relevant. Like his having a teenage fan. Hmph.
As for the date... oh boy. Lenna sincerely hoped she never had to follow up on that... but supposed, since she'd given the story to the young girl, to cover her trail, she would have to alert Lori to such details. It would help them keep the stories correct in all sources.
Just as soon as Lori gets here... Lenna thought.
Hopefully, that kiss on the cheek during the prison break, and any and all other such 'advances'(?) would not complicate the situation. Hopefully.
Sliding into the head chair at the table, Lenna set the squeaky toy down. She crossed her legs, kicking them up, and waited.