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.
Could not do anything from outside? Yes, they could. She did not refute his statement though, as it was his scenario in which she was present. He had created it, therefore… he probably knew the important details better than she.
It was true, there was a standoff though. If only the idiot hostage taker would bumble out into the open where she could— she clenched her fist. Oh well.
”Fine,” Lenna agreed.
She listened to his summation. Looked him dead in the eyes. ”You know, you are giving me far too much information for someone who created the situation. Please, let me figure this out on my own. No spoilers!” She rattled off, Colombian accent thick.
Hopefully, he did not think she could levitate upwards. Maybe slow descent, but upwards? Not currently. Not to the extent of ten floors upwards. Her telekinesis was far more limited. At least, for the moment.
Fire escape, it is.
”Stay here. Watch the entrance. I will contact you mentally if I need your help,” Lenna stated briskly. She started walking up the fire escape.
Of course, she had no capability for mental communication. She had lied to Sam. For this mission, she wished to avoid spoilers or coddling. It had bothered her that the last mission she had been on had needed to be a team affair. She was perfectly capable of doing things for herself. She was far older than when she had first De-aged.
The ascent took several minutes, but she hurried. Otherwise, it would have taken longer. Along the way, she snatched a broken piece of rock that had once been part of the building. She grabbed that off the ground floor level, and brought it all the way up to a locked door on the third. Then, she raised the rock and prepared to attempt to break the glass of the door with the rock. A thought causes her to cease, moments from impact. Her brow furrowed.
Lenna focused on the space on the other side of the door, and made a bubble of telekinetic force around the push bar. Pulled towards her. The door opened, and she went in.
Quietly, she went down the stairwell until she was by the door near the ground floor area where the hostage situation was taking place. She peeked through the window, careful not to be seen. Watched for a moment, to understand the full situation.
The bioluminescent effect was interesting to Lenna for many reasons. One was that her mind, when targeting objects and creatures, highlighted them orange. Another was that light cast by things was not able to be targeted. This had the effect of making physical things that gave off light give off two separate colors… simultaneously… to her eyes and mind alone. This was in contrast to how regular people see several colors in the world every day, often in similar ways to this, but… spend enough time in one shade, then see more… wizard of Oz effect, yes? Jarring. Beautiful, too.
She nodded at the waterproof explanation because it made sense, then her and Shin listened to the queen. Watched the show.
Shin took it all in. Lying mystics betrayed people they had lived with. Wells were where they could access Magic. Not everywhere had them, yadda yadda. But all was not well in the city of Atlantis, for the high advisor made a doorway to the mystical realm, and…
Bad things. Demons. Shaggy dog stories. Many Bothans were lost. Shin nodded.
Atlantis sunk. It no longer has the energy to ruin things. But…
Lenna smiled. Through clenched teeth. He was not supposed to take her joke, and make to run away with it.
Yes. It made sense. It all made sense. He had seen her at her worst. Now he needed to see her at her best. Which meant pinpoint accuracy. Carefully made decisions. Lethal logic. And… managing a hostage situation. Which left a bad taste in her mouth.
A bank was the location. There were police, and they had cordoned off the area to keep out random passerby. How, then, was she to enter the scene? Tell them “let me through, I am an X-man?” No. As she had learned through various forms of social media, all cops are bastards. They would not help. They would get in her way. They would assume the worst about her, and make her job even harder. What she needed to do was help them without them knowing she was helping at all.
A positive side effect of subtle aid is that the hostage taker likely feels less threatened. When it is merely police presence, rather than super human interference, the whole scenario is more mundane. Simpler. There is only the problem of police to handle. Will they attack, will they do nothing… somewhere in the middle? There are less moving pieces. Less variables, than when a super hero with an unknown power is on the scene.
What was the range on her power again? Positioned as she was, behind the police cordon with the rest of the pedestrians, this was one of many relevant questions to be asked. Another was the identity of the villain. Power set? Threat to the hostage? Amount of police presence? Was a police officer there who would jeopardize everything?
As the session started, Lenna watched and worked to answer those questions and more. She was silent, lips drawn into a thin line.
A person, cuffed, on a leash.
Sam crossed his arms across his chest and waited. Lenna crossed her arms across her chest and waited.
She looked at him. Both of them, surrounded by the crowd. On the outside. ”More data is required. I wish to only move when it counts.”
Her power would be invisible. And she could affect things in so many ways. Something shifted just the right amount, something sent to fly at an in opportune time. So much she could do! But not on incomplete information! Chess players do not simply react. They are familiar with all the options available to them and their opponents, the various ways those options might be employed… they plan, often several moves in advance. The hostage taker needed to take the lead.
((Sorry for the delay. Life. Let’s try and wrap this up in a few posts so it’s closed? Hah.))
She ate, while silly people did silly things. And watched the stare down. Watched to see how Aura handled the new information. She processed it well enough.
Aura filled in a bit of the information leading up to her capture, things Lenna had been unable to fully investigate. Backstabbing and kidnapping. And she was fine with others taking care of what was left of that neat of kidnapping backstabbers. Lenna nodded.
Some wind left her sails, hearing how aura had been forced to kill someone. And not a couple hours before their arrival. And more, before then. She felt awful about it, did not seem to want to fight Sam, and was leaving it to him. Lenna also left it to his discretion.
He did not immediately arrest anyone: he sounded like he had been in similar situations. Lack of control.
Lenna nodded at the thanks given. ”You would do the same for me, I am certain.” She stated. And even more so, now.
Everything the woman had gone through… it made sense how she felt. Lenna would have been in similar straits if she had been caught. Shudder to think. Though, when she had worked for Cortez… she also would have had a lack of control.
Look at us all, a bunch of people who have been used.
>> “Im assuming my Frosty Friend, you have objections to the simple plan of just wiping them off the earth to defend Us and even humanity?" Aura said.
Again, Lenna looked to Sam.
>> “Not my call to make. However, if you can gather information on them for me and my team we will gladly deal with it. If they continue to try and kidnap our kind, harm us in anyway. They will need to be stopped.” he paused for a moment, ”By any means necessary.” He said.
Lenna nodded. Now that that had been settled. ”Maybe we can find a book or something. Some way to end this at its source.” She said, not really expecting anything of the sort to ever happen. Not by a long shot. Things did not neatly and conveniently work out like that, in her experience. They were messy. Often, very messy. She clapped her hands.
”Okay! Now that we have handled the heavy talk, let us for the moment attempt to forget about our troubles. We have pizza. Let us eat it and work towards moving on.”
Her eyes, they rolled, at his comments. Come find her? He knew, and she knew, he would not have had to do any such thing. Which, she realized with a hint of self aware embarrassment, had been the joke in its entirety. She smiled in an attempt to cover it up. It came off entirely like a ticked off teen who realized they had been foolish, caught in the act. Trying to laugh it off.
She nodded at his question of readiness. ”No weapons, except for my mind.” She confirmed. And her fists, elbows, knees, feet… those did not count though, yes?
>> ”Glad you took me up on my offer to join the team pending the results of this session.” Sam said.
Lenna imagined a scene from one of the Godfather films, about an offer someone couldn’t refuse. ”How could I refuse?” She confirmed.
Titles meant status meant never having to make explanations for why you were in places one really has no reason to be.
Did she have any questions?
”Are you planning to put me in entirely non-violent situations to test my amazing interpersonal skills.” She did the “air quotes” around the words “interpersonal” and “skills.” What skills?
The library was elegant. That was the first thin Shin noticed. Kealey would have whistled low, and muttered under her breath about inspirations for clothing designs.
Lenna was mainly impressed all the gemstones came in orange. That had to be difficult, to obtain so much of one single color of object. Then, she rolled her eyes because only she saw in shades of the color orange. Lenna focused her Telekinetic abilities in an orange bubble only she could see, around her hand. the world outside that bubble flushed with natural colors and light. Regal. Books enough to last a lifetime. But this was not their final destination.
Shin clicked his tongue as his math vision measured and calculated various facts, including the rooms dimensions, as well as the exact number of tomes (for future reference). X per row, Y rows. Each shelf the same, Z shelves. The equation was simple enough. If some shelves differed in dimensions, he added them to the ever-growing equation in his head. It kept him busy for a minute.
As they walked to the next area, Shin stepped to one side and told Mirror the exact amount of books in the room. ”Just so you know,” Shin added helpfully. He smiled.
The lower chambers did not seem as good to Lenna. “Dank” was a term the children utilized for good. This was not very dank. It may have been “dank,” though. The second definition. Further inquiries needed to fully ascertain.
Shin walked through water. ”Ew. Hope it’s not so dank the books are all moldy.” He made a face.
Lenna looked at him, and nodded the slightest of nods of affirmation. She said “Yes.”
”The damp conditions in these depths… she must really like these books.” She said sarcastically, to no one in particular. But probably towards Carrick and his girlfriend. They seemed the type to appreciate terrible humor. ”To keep them in such an environment, I mean. Terrible.”
Shin did not buy her look of feigned innocence one bit.
Eventually, they reached the chamber in disrepair, with the obsidian structure. Shin thought it looked neat. He seconded Mirror’s question about what the thing was.
It was a Saturday, and there was no class. CS had no class, because he had scheduled it for a Saturday. Things can be done that are not school-related on a Saturday. He could have scheduled it on a Friday, so she would have been able to cite it as a reason that she could skip class. He could have given her no class, but he had not. This, Sam had no class. And she had… had class. For this, she had yet to forgive the man. Still, the trainee test had importance. So she had not skipped it like some sort of skippable class.
Lenna was dressed in workout clothing of assorted colors and hues. Orange yoga pants, blue sneakers, red and white striped socks, and a rainbow-striped top. No weapons had been brought, except for her mind. She thought if she had been told to use her mind, she would have brought as many weapons as could feasibly be attached to her person, but… that would not have been a good test of her mutation. She had humored the request.
She was on time to the danger room, and maybe even a little early. Lenna entered to see what test lay before her, to achieve the title of “trainee.” Titles are just words, but words have importance. And this one would give her more reason to assist the X-men in the field. So… yes.
Carrick had sunglasses on his head. Hers, mirrored, were over her eyes. They reflected the queens face as she spoke to the woman she had been told had a head of red. Had someone mentioned a beach on this mission? Perhaps, Lenna thought, I have misheard the word? The queen seemed much more of a b— she put her air pods back in as they moved towards the library. Someone was singing of big big energy. The beat, it pumped her up.
Books were weapons. She liked weapons. Dressed in all black, with a leather jacket a size too large, she could conceal many. Not that she was. But she could. If she really had wanted to.
Mystics, Lenna had clashed with several times. On the roof of a moving train, in Canada, saving Aura, and a couple of times since then, which seemed not to be worthy of description. Mystic, like beach, seemed a word mispronounced. They seemed more a mistake. They kidnapped children and summoned demon dogs, erased memories and muddled minds. Even changed others faces. Some were good, some bad. Their speaker was one. Poor her?
Lenna wished knowledge to prepare and prevent further troubles.
And then, Aura was there. A flash. A knife. A clash. A broken tiara clattered to the floor. Twice. Two pieces. Bisected by the flash and the knife. Lenna had felt too sluggish to react. Probably for the best. She looked to Aura’s forehead, source of the flash and the lost tiara. A cut had appeared. Hrm. She had cut herself? But the tiara was gone, and—
Someone screamed. Greeeat. Then Aura screamed. Also great.
Who was Kestral? Someone who had died long ago. Oh. Okay. Lenna lazily readied herself for another potential battle. But it turned out, she had not needed to.
Aura spoke. And a lot of it made little sense, without context. Lenna figured she was simply trying to get her head under control after… that… and that the dance partner she referred to was… her, before she became her current self. Older her? Yes.
Lenna shrugged.
>> "I am dead right? I have done enough for our people already." Aura said.
Sam spoke before Lenna could. He said Lenna had helped save Aura, and Lenna raised a slice in a mock salute.
Sam spoke more, then turned the floor over to Lenna. Lenna took a deep breath.
”Okay. So. After the train debacle, you were captured. I searched. With their help, we came to rescue you. I vowed I would save you. I did. As for the rest of the mutants who were captured (and their rescued status), and I quote from Sam:” She did the deep voice, one-eye routine again. Try and try again, until you get your trick right.
“If they have not, they will be. I called in a favor and the Canadian and US are sending a crew in to clean the place out. They did not know it the island was being used to house a magic controlled fight club. You say any of those words with ‘fight club’ and it got them all worked up.”
”So, you are safe. Things are being done for the rest of the mutants you were trying to help. And— you have pizza.”
She scooped up two slices, one in each hand. One was Zek’s fudge and pineapple monstrosity. One was meat lovers. She placed the Zek slice on a paper plate, and the other on another. Then, Lenna set the Zek pizza plate and the other one directly in front of Aura and let her make the decision. Lenna would have opted for both. If she had to make the decision. Especially if Aura wanted to off herself. Chocolate pineapple pizza would be a fine choice, for that.
His footfalls as he had entered the alley had been silent, but the rush forward to grab the bat from out of her hands had made a sound. Plus, there was the sudden recognition the still-conscious person had flash across his face, as he looked past for for any possible help he could find. He noticed the newcomer before she did… and that helped her notice the man, at all.
He wanted her baseball bat? She would let him have it. As his fingers wrapped around the wood of the bat, Lenna let her fingers spread out and release it. As she did so, Lenna ducked down and turned away from him, body moving in a circle so she could wrap around and behind the thug she had been about to hit. She hit them. On the back of their head. They fell forward, towards the newcomer. Unconscious. She had punched the “off-switch.”
Lenna’s eyes flicked up to the new man’s face as she took two steps back and away from them. Her arms? She raised them. Her time around the X-men had taught her that some people who come to crime scenes are there to help. And he might have thought her the problem… rather than the men unconscious on the ground all around them.
She spoke quickly. ”These men kidnap children. They are bad people. They took a friend. He is of better use to everyone unconscious. You would not like him when he is conscious.”
Her eyes finally found his face. It was a familiar one. But not by much… in her dark clothes, hood, and domino mask, he would not likely have the same type of recognition. At least, until she spoke. Then he might try and place the face behind the mask.
There were sounds coming from the alley. Metal groaned against concrete. A sliding dumpster. Metal clanged. A trash can and it’s lid smashing into a wall. Bodies. Several meaty thumps. An alley cat, meow. Hiss. From a few houses away, barking. Muffled voices. Crying. A whisper. Silence, then the same phrase repeated. It came out the alley’s end loud, and not the least bit restrained.
”Where is Rachel?!” The voice? Gravelly, and absolutely fake. The reply? Whiny. Not faked.
“S-s-stoneface.”
More muttering. A scream.
To the outside observer, peering in, the scene would be a mess, unnatural, like the alleys contents had been tossed by a crashing wave. A dumpster on its side, trash scattered. Cans displaced, a lid lost. Four bodies, still alive. On the ground. Not conscious. Men, late 20s. Gang or mob. One man, still conscious. On the ground, with a woman in black looming over him.
Black pants, black shirt, black hoodie. Hood up. From behind, one could not tell age or sex or much beyond build and height… and even that was uncertain in the shadows. Black blended with black. She had made certain clothing was black, she had asked. Even the mask she wore was black. A domino mask borrowed (or stolen) from one of the x-men. There was also two streaks of black underneath each eye, and on closer inspection, maybe it was around each eye and extended beneath the mask as well. Maybe that was gross and the owner would not want their mask back? Who cared? The one notable thing other than the gothic horror show that was her wardrobe… was the small trickle of blood from one nostril, that ran down her face.
She stood over him and looked tough… but she was not feeling it. Use one of the wave always tired her. Not fatally, but she still felt as if she had ran far. The brooding darkness was an act. So was the confidence. But the bat in her hand was real wood.
Information gained… as much as it would do her any good… the woman drew back the bat, ready to knock the fellow out.
“Who the hell are you?!” He shouted.
Lenna did not know. Her mind latched on to the first nearby things she saw.
After that big psychic assault, her view of the world slid to a scope of only a few feet around her, and various scattered sounds. The sound of collision, a name… there was an impact against her chest, and as she bent to examine it, Lenna realized that it was a snack cake. Someone had thrown a snack cake at her while she zoned out.
As Zek captured Aura, Lenna ate the snack cake. It did not taste as orange as it looked to her. She chewed it thoughtfully and let the next few minutes blur by. Sam lifted her up. She smeared leftover crème filling in him by mistake. Words were said. They left.
…
Some time later, the group was stationed around a round table, eating pizza. There were some absences. Shin, for instance, had opted to stay elevated above the pizza restaurant, cloaked in V-tol mode. Hovering. He said said something about diets, and the movie Up. And Aura… Aura was still in a pocket dimension. Unaware of what she was missing.
”I know you said “Pizzas is for winners, Sam. Always be closing. Whatever you said,” Lenna mumbled around a slice of meat-lovers pizza. They had purchased two separate pizzas. One, for lovers of meat, and one… that was wildly unique and original, which she wholly blamed upon Zek. ”Thank you for helping to save her but we have enough pizza. Maybe she can have some even if she did not win? I do not care about dumb made up excuses like ‘last time I was mind-controlled nobody got me any pizza,’ and yes I did just imitate your deep, brooding voice. Be flattered.”
She opened the eye she had closed as part of the act of mimicry. It actually had not been a bad imitation, in her opinion. Perhaps she needed to take his voice more often. Could be useful, for getting out of things. Or into them.
Had they even spoken to aura since she had been trapped? Lenna could not recall. She knew they had mentioned freeing others. Or was it others had been freed? In the chaos, had capture mutants been released. Released themselves, overrun the base? Set it on fire, let it burn? Or had the trio taken their captive and ran…. Leaving the mutant fight club whole, sans one member? She could not recall. The logistics of their exit were like a skipped scene in a movie. She would have to take it on faith that all loose ends were sorted, or would by movies’ end. Probably in a succinct line of exposition. Maybe it was even her line.
Lenna tried it. Confidently, Lenna stated : ”All the other kidnapped mutants escaped the facility safely. Obviously.” she made eye-contact with Sam.
Aaand, she had landed. Lenna took a quick moment to reassess the situation… a moment which felt like about two months long, in subjective time… then, promptly used an invisible telekinetic bubble to shift the incoming ice golem’s head out of the way. It flew past her and skidded across the rubble, as her whole mental world shifted from living color, back to orange. Heh. For a brief second, that ice golems head had appeared the only orange thing in the world to her.
… do not eat the yellow snow, they said. But orange snow? Someone has health problems…
Lenna looked towards Aura, the source of the head, just in time to see her scream and attack Sam.
The move the woman executed was good, almost flawless, Lenna categorized as she watched. She had been in many fights, seen many moves meant to slip beyond a fighters guard, but this one. This one was beautiful.
Sam responded by bolstering his defenses. Good move. If he couldn’t block it. Then he rolled to lessen the impact. Then, he aimed a strike and purposely missed what could have been a lethal blow. Iced over the hole in the ceiling.
He was being all sorts of useful. And she really was not. Okay. Okay.
She rushed forward and lined up the shot. Took a deep breath, and— while Sam was fighting Aura, distracting her, Lenna fired off one more crashing wave of force.
The wave of telekinetic energy crashed forward at the speed of a rushing tackle. This wave was meant to hit with the equivalent force of a rushing tackle from a 300 lb professional football player, and hit everything within a 10 ft x 10 ft square directly in front of her. The area Aura AND Sam were currently occupying.
Lenna did not shout a heads up beforehand. A warning would just have forewarned Aura as well. Hopefully, this knocked them over so Zek could do his thing. Because Lenna was all out of gas.
To illustrate that she was out of fuel, Lenna promptly sat down on the floor. Exhausted. With a headache coming on like a raging storm.
Carrick did not try to fling the blade at the squirrel, or anything. He did not try to eat it, either.
The joke where he pretended to levitate the knife she was levitating was kind of funny, but she was distracted. She retrieved her blade with her mind and stashed it, then walked over to the squirrel… pointedly ignoring Carrick. Sorry Carrick.
She held up one finger to him as she bent and spoke with the animal. A brief whispered interrogation with the squirrel revealed the situation.
”I have to go. A teacher is stalking the halls, searching for me.” She said. ”It was… and I hope I do these “air quotes” you seem to enjoy correctly… “fun.” Maybe some other time we can do such a thing again.”
She was bare of foot. In hindsight, this move had been incredibly silly. Although she was not aware of it currently, one of those shoes had been stabbed by an Aura spike and would not be useful any longer. Very silly.
Her opponent also seemed silly, singing the rock and roll, of all things. And punching the floor. The punch actually did something.
The floor began to shake, and the shaking spread until it encompassed the entire corridor. And suddenly, Lenna was concerned less with her opponent, and more with not falling to her death.
She was still unpracticed at levitation. She could occasionally levitate objects, but it took effort to push and pull. To manipulate dexterously. In a perfect world. She would have it fully under control. Every aspect of her power, actually. But these things take time, and she went back and forth. So, levitation was not her first reaction.
Her first reaction was to grab her knives and leap at the wall. A split seconds attempt at stabbing them told her they weren’t drywall. The compound was likely made of something tougher, like wood or concrete.
She scrabbled at the wall for a moment, contemplated hopping from piece to piece of debris, and then just— took a calming breath and tried to focus her mind on stopping her descent… with telekinesis.
Lenna focused on her entire being. On surrounding herself in a bubble of telekinesis. And— she managed it, at the last moment. As the dust settled, she touched down and dismissed the bubble. Then, she looked to the guy she had been fighting. It looked like he’d hurt his arm on the way down, but he’d managed to shield his head. He was still conscious. She walked up to him and hit him on the back of his head, and that put an end to that. Now he was unconscious. From her limited battlefield medic knowledge, aside from a broken arm and a headache when he woke up, he would live. Maybe not be fine. But. Live. And that was enough. That settled, Lenna turned to assess the situation for the rest of everyone.