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.
Very rarely did they have her on duty upstairs and they never, ever let her man the video feed. The managing security officer didn't take long to recognize and put Noel's strengths to use. When she was on the daytime shift, her post was in the lobby.
Standing in one place was absolutely infuriating, but she was blessed with the latent ability to screen the incoming. If, for example, a human rights activist masqueraded as a flower boy in order to try to take secret video footage of the labs, there was no one quicker to point out the impostor.
It happened more often than it should, but not often enough to be really interesting.
Nope. Things were mostly pretty mundane. The same postal worker delivered the same mail to the same few secretaries. Packages came from a few familiar faces. She was really starting to settle into the routine of this security thing.
"...so —can you believe this?— he actually asked for his sweater back. The nerve! I threw it out the window, of course..." Noel nodded patiently to the secretary who was holding down the front desk today and hoped sincerely that someone would call or try to shoot them or something... anything!
His hand latched onto the back of a Yellowcab van and he was sailing down Linden Boulevard effortlessly, so many people thought that bike messengers were crazy for doing what they did simply for the fact that they dived in to traffic where others just tried to stay out of the way. But for him, it was kind of like being a dolphin or a shark, yeah a shark. You dived in and owned the flow of things.
You went where you wanted to when you wanted to regardless of traffic lights or signs. It was a never-ending flow of getting where you wanted to be as fast as you could regardless of obstacles. He let go of the van as he entered into the fountain area of Faust Pharm. His bike zipped through the well spaced out trees and he rode all the way to the front door, hopping off and tossing his bike onto his shoulder in one fluid motion. His other arm was busy slinging his bag around to grab the pair of small boxes being delivered today.
He entered into the lobby and was greeted by a welcome sight, gorgeous security guard and less of a wonderful sight was needy secretary lady, she had a boyfriend she always wanted a man’s opinion on, and while he was happy to give his opinion, he didn’t love the eighty follow up questions. Aedus had his typical QuickTrack uniform on, a Yellow Polo and khaki cargos. Aedus wiggled the fingers of the hand holding the bike up on his shoulder, waving to the pair. They had pretty good security so he wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do next, they changed it up from what he saw, which is what made it good in his opinion. It was harder to plan for something if you didn’t know what was next. .
“I’ve got a couple of rush delivers for an Mr.Shinders and a Ms.leaner. Anyone can sign for Mr.Shinders, but I am supposed to get Ms.leaner’s signature, if that’s possible. ” Sometimes it wasn’t, people were trying to work so he understood if he had to wait, though today looked like it would be a bit easier to do. Aedus smiled at the ladies in front of him.
Sue plucked at her blouse so that it was artfully low and put her shoulders back when the delivery guy came in. She accepted the letters with a glance at Noel. The brunette only nodded. He really did need to get the signature himself. Or at least he believed that he did. No lie in taste range.
"Ms. Gage will escort you to Ms. Leaner's office. Let me call to be sure she's in."
Delivery! Noel practically jumped at the chance to stretch her legs. "Second floor?"
"Third." Sue sounded absolutely dismal as she waved them back toward the elevator. Quite obviously, she wished that she could be the one to escort the courier.
"You should be able to leave your bike up here, just keep it out of the way." Noel pointed to a potted planter that would make a nice bike stand and went to push the button for the elevator. Up and Down didn't prove to be a problem since at this level there was only up. From security schematics, Noel knew there was a down, but not how to get there since no first floor elevator she'd ever been in had a down button and the stairs all stopped at street level.
As for figuring out which button lead to the third floor, she would just hold the elevator door for the courier and let him do the button pushing.
“Thanks, Sue! I appreciate it.” for a spilt moment he almost asked about the boyfriend out of habit, to get the inevitable out of the way. But he stopped himself thankfully reeling in what would have been a long unnecessary conversation. A grin came easily to Aedus face as the best looking security guard he had seen, Hoped up with the quickness, momentarily he thought she was excited to be escorting him somewhere, which he wouldn’t completely rule out, but then he realized how much he liked talking with Sue and then understood all too well the spring in her step.
"You should be able to leave your bike up here, just keep it out of the way." Aedus Set down the bike at the suggested location took a moment to set the kickstand and securely so it wouldn’t fall over the moment he wasn’t looking.(It liked to do that.) And then continued into the elevator with the security guard which was otherwise empty. He was pretty sure that he had seen a movie that started like that somewhere. Handsome delivery guy, Gorgeous security guard enter an elevator, But enough of that.
With a slight emphasis on the miss. “Thanks, Miss Gage, was it? I’m Aedus.” He stepped in and stepped to the side with the buttons. “Third floor. Going Up.” He smushed the large 3 button. His finger then slyly slide over and pushed the door close button as he saw someone rushing toward the open elevator doors. He studied her face as the elevator doors closed, He wasn’t the type to turn away and ignore a follow elevator occupant, and He was the type that wouldn’t let a comfortable silence linger too long, particularly when opportunity was at hand. “So, I haven’t heard any wild rumors about Faust Pharmaceuticals since it changed names,King Pharm seemed like it was always having a riot or something. You must be doing a good job.”
She nodded and smiled in a general sort of way to affirm that, yes, she was Miss Gage. "What sort of name is Aedus?" First name? Last name? Hungarian? Scottish? She didn't mean to be rude, more like she was curious. It didn't sound like any name she recognized.
He complimented Faust Pharms and attributed it to her performance, specifically. "I haven't been here very long, but thanks. We certainly try." Geez. Riots? She hadn't seen much more than an over zealous animal or human right's activist. Noel was pretty sure that she would be flattened in a riot.
The brunette found herself smiling at this brand of courier a lot more easily than she smiled at any others. She doubted it was because she actually liked any of them. None especially stuck out in her memory good or bad. This one smiled a lot. Maybe that was why she felt like smiling back?
"What's the name on the envelope again?" The elevator dinged and they were faced with a large row of names that slipped into slots in the wall. Each plastic piece sported a laser cut name an office number and and arrow denoting which way to go for the appropriate office.
Noel studied the wall and pretended to read through them for the appropriate name.
It was while he studied her in the elevator that he recognized her, he had seen in her in the future, he was fated to watch Sesame street with this woman. Aedus now, just had to figure out why and how. There was something very appealing about something so innocent.
“Its Gaelic meaning Fire, an Irish name. My last name Teague means Poetic.”
"I haven't been here very long, but thanks. We certainly try."
“My pleasure and I can tell. Security seems a bit tighter here than elsewhere.”
"What's the name on the envelope again?"
““Mrs., No, Ms. Leaner.” Aedus scanned for the name towards his end, until running out of names he started scanning Ms. Gage’s half of the seating chart. His eyes landed on the name and he watched as the security escort’s eyes roamed right over it. He feigned like he was looking at his and then his eyes jumped toward her side. “ah ha! The purloined letter, They hid her in plain sight.” The name was close to the beginning she should have saw it almost immediately. He shrugged and then went in the arrow of the direction. ““ to cubicle five oh nine we go.” Initially he was leading the way and then a crafty idea crossed his mind, he slowed down to let her lead. Was she far sighted and didn’t want to start wearing glasses? Aedus tried to puzzle it out as they went. He watched amused as they seemed to be coming to a point they would have to navigate.
"Cubicle Five-oh-Nine." Noel echoed the proclamation of their destination. She let him choose the direction of their walk and strode confidently. That is until she found that he wasn't leading anymore. She slowed her pace a bit. He slowed his pace a bit. Did he not know where he was going?
The security guard glanced over at the labyrinth of cubicles. Someone peeked over the top, prairie dog style at them. Noel thought to ask them for help finding the correct cubicle, but a funny thing happened.
They reached the elevator.
That meant they had circled the entire floor at a snail's pace trying to out slow each other so the other would lead.
"Huh. Must have missed it." Surely he would have said something if he had seen it. Noel started walking in the same direction again.
He grinned as the chorus was echoed behind him. To his surprise even after she had repeated the number she walked right by it and Ms.leaner at her desk, he paraded around the cubicles with her. He had a sneaking suspicion she was either oblivious or she couldn’t read. He nodded to the man with the very round face and round glasses that popped up out of his cubicle, reminding him very much of whack a mole. He just needed a giant foam mallet.
As they came back to the start Aedus shrugged in response to them missing it. “Well, let’s try again.” He grinned sheepishly as if embarrassed. This time Aedus took the lead; He went around nodding once more to whack a mole and stopped at an empty cubicle wondering if she would declare it as Ms.leaner’s. He paused and waited for her response curiously.
She glanced over her shoulder at him. How had he missed it? She knew why she missed it. He didn't have any excuse.
This time, when she slowed down, he took the lead.
Thank God.
Except... they stopped at an empty cube.
"You're messing with me, right?" She looked at the empty cube. Not at the label or the comptuer screen which could have told her whose cube it was. All Noel saw was no person. No woman who could plausibly be Ms. Whats-her-face.
"not quite. I'm more of trying to figure something out." He smiled kindly and went to the appropriate cubicle speaking quietly to her as they went.. "Come on. 501, 503, 505,507 509. Excuse me Ms. Leaner, I have a package for you, and If I could just get your signature, I will leave you to your automated SAR Assays." the woman in the cubicle scribbled a squiggle on the electronic signature keeper and then raised her eyebrows.
" You know your stuff young man," she said hitting the power on her monitor to keep him from reading any sensitive material." we have a few entry level positions opening up this week. paid internships you should apply at Faust pharmaceuticals.com if you have the skills to back up those sharp eyes." and like that she turned around dismissing him and the security guard both.
Aedus turned to Ms.Gage and raised his eyebrows at her. "I think I might just do that Ms.Gage. I've got a bit of an odd request and a question to ask you, once we have a moment of privacy." he spoke quietly again as he headed toward the elevator.
Noel pressed her lips together into a thin line. Trying to figure something out, was he? Well what if she didn't want him to figure anything out? But he didn't say anything. Not anything mean anyway. He led her through a specific row and pointed out the placards.
Why the heck did they skip around like that? Noel knew her numbers and that was not the order she'd learned. How did anyone find anything?
The lady didn't pay Noel any mind. That was how these science types were. Security was part of the scenery like the plants in the lobby or the motivational posters in the break room. That was just fine by Noel. Why didn't Aedus treat her like backdrop? Would have made things a lot easier...
She tried really hard not to roll her eyes at him. "There's always the elevator." And she was pretty sure she didn't need no stinkin' sign to tell her which way it was either.
The Irishman led the way to the elevator, he let her follow along without any ploys or tricks, and he would be strait forward and if he insulted her, well, his intentions were good. Once in the elevator he took a deep breath. He pushed the door close button without pushing the level.
“First, my request. Would you watch Sesame Street with me?” He asked this first because he knew that she would, or at least according to a Frenchmen she would, or might, possibly. Prophecies were cumbersome.
“And my question, well I don’t quite know how to put it, but well, do you know how to read?” he held up his hand first to ward off outrage or offense .”If not I’d like to help you learn.” He said the last as he winced and looked like he was getting ready to be slapped or something. He didn't understand how someone got by without learning to read. Sitting down with a good fat book was the best.
His finger slid down to the floor level button and poked it.
She blinked. "Sesame street?" She couldn't remember the last time she sat down and watched TV, let alone Sesame Street. "Look, if that's how you get your jollies..." She was holding up her hands dismissively, but there was something in his face and in his eyes that made her stop that sentence short.
This guy wasn't too much younger than her. He had every right to mock. But he wasn't.
Her cheeks turned pink and then it was his hands that went up. Noel quirked an eyebrow. She wasn't going to hit him.
He jabbed the button to take them back to Sue. Time was ticking away.
She huffed a sigh and turned away from him. "Is it that obvious?"
“No, not really, If I hadn’t realized that Leaner was right in front of your face and we did a lap around the cubicles, I wouldn’t have guess, Maybe if you came off as ditzy, or you were squinting I would have thought you had vision problems or just been bored or something. But you seem sharp. Look, its not something to be embarrassed about, you can learn and I could help. It could be fun.” Aedus then shook his head It might take some pressure off her so he confessed..
“and no I don’t watch sesame street to often, particular where jollies are involved. Believe it or not Someone showed me the future, we watch sesame street together, I think its fate. Seeing that also helped me piece together why we were watching it.”
He looked down at his feet and the bell dinged announcing that they were back on the first floor.
The security guard hooked her thumbs on her utility belt, it was a lot easier to do than get her hands in the pockets of her pants, and tried not to pout. She had totally been found out.
"Sesame Street, huh?" She just hadn't seen that one coming. "I don't buy fate, but I do need to know how..." Noel didn't really want to say it out loud. "So, if you're willing to show me, I'm not sure it's an opportunity I can pass up."
The elevator door dinged and Noel at least was carefully not looking at him as the door opened to the lobby.