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.
"Calm, but firm," Lenna repeated, skimming the sheet. "Got it." That was good. She much preferred that method. More got done when the people they dealt with were scared, not dead. Like paying.
Or living.
But mostly paying.
She looked up from the list at Aura's question.
"Mutant powers tend not to work right around me in about a six foot radius. Bad luck for them, good for me. I weaken," She stated. "But don't shut off. You?"
Lenna shook her head at Aura's second question. "You can go first. I'll watch." She held the sheet out for the girl. She'd finished reading.
(1) Any act or threat involving murder, kidnapping, gambling, arson, robbery, bribery, extortion, dealing in obscene matter, or dealing in narcotic or other dangerous drugs, which is chargeable under State law and punishable by imprisonment for more than one year.
(2) Fun.
Lenna had done many things in her long mercenary career, but this was new. She went with definition 2. This would be a learning experience, and she'd get to meet new people. Oh boy. She couldn't wait.
Lenna hadn't expected this request from Lori so soon after the kidnapping mission. She was to work with a mutant called 'Aura', and get protection money from businesses and people living on Order territory. She was to ask Aura about all the important details. She could call it 'rent' for their continued existence on mutant turf. Lenna had stopped by Aura's room, and told her the Order's orders. She'd picked her up. Now, they were walking the streets, and she was getting life lessons from someone who might have been half her age.
Fun.
"So, how do you usually work this?" Lenna turned towards the brown-haired mutant as they walked. "Do we go door-to-door, or exercise a bit more tact?"
She was dressed in a black turtleneck and blue jeans. On her person, she had a concealed automatic switch knife with a two inch blade. She was ready for business, tact or no.
>>"Lucky? How so? What if you were fighting someone without a power?"
"Oh, I'd totally get beaten up, now wouldn't I?" She deadpanned. Looked him in the eye, looked away. "Or maybe I'd win. I do that. I'm good in a fight." She added quietly. It wasn't a brag, just casual fact.
Anyways.
She swung her eyes back to him as he didn't introduce himself.
No name? She thought.
After all that he'd done wrong,maybe it made sense he'd want to keep that little gem a secret.
Or maybe, he didn't feel like sharing because she was ranting like somebody's mother. Maybe.
He sighed.
>>"What if this is me?"
What if he was a team-player? A save-the-day superhero? She hated people like that.
Lenna let him rant. An eyebrow arched at 'larger-than-life'.
"You finished?" She asked. "Words are great, but can you actually do any of that? What can you even do? And can you do it without the attitude, or the asking women you help for a handout? That's kind of messed-up."
Yes, alone. Unguarded. Free to be set upon by any guest who so chose.
And what a guest this coffee did drown!
Its silent cries went unanswered, unheard, unacknowledged. It was coffee. Coffee had no use for such things as ears and lips! Well, maybe lips, what with the method some took to drink its contents, but that was beside the point!
The point being...
Lenna's hand reached out for the coffee, unknowing.
The coffee mug wasn't sentient. It had no use for a guiding mind in its drink-holding existence. But if it had had a consciousness, it would have warned her, shouted out. Stopped those lips from edging towards the rim of the mug, stopped her from drinking, and--
--Ptooy!--
Stopped her from spitting spider coffee straight into the poor hairdresser's face.
Lenna's eyes widened as she realized what she'd done. Oh. Damn.
"Sorry," She intoned, offering a sympathetic look. "There was something in it. It was a knee-jerk reaction... the heck was that...?" She stared down at some of the mess that had made it to the floor. A tiny spider was visible, amid the witch's brew. Lenna blinked. "Uh..."
It made sense he'd have a lot of questions. There was a lot to talk about. Everything that had gone wrong...
First off, he was a mutant whose power she affected in such a way he tripped over himself like an idiot. Like an idiot?
That was kind of lame.
Secondly, he thought she was mutant.
And third, since when had she attacked him?
So many misunderstandings. One could almost write a book.
"My name's Molly," She lied, as she slid up against another tree nearby. She faced him, beyond her range. "My power weakens mutations. It's thoroughly unavoidable, and I can't shut it off." She didn't correct him on the 'human' side. There was no telling what his response would be to that, and not worth jumping through all the explanation hoops that'd surely follow. "If I had to define it, I'd say I'm really... lucky."
Lucky. Right. That was the lie, now. Wasn't it?
"Power does whatever it needs to influence situations to my benefit. No matter what."
"As for what went wrong... well... what didn't?" She gave him a hard look, slumping forward slightly. She let an arm dangle over a bent leg. "In the future, you might want to think about just being yourself. If you stop a mugger or help someone out on the street out of the goodness of your heart, don't wear a mask." She glowered. "And better yet, don't do it. If it's unavoidable, don't charge."
"You want to explain to me what you were trying to accomplish with this 'masked hero' deal? You don't strike me as the 'larger than life' type, the mythic individual, or the cowboy... certainly not the hardboiled detective..." Blah blah blah. What was he up to? And why'd it involve disgracing himself when he could get by just fine in a t-shirt and jeans?
Lenna held back, and said nothing, arms crossed. She let Mr. Miles handle all that nonsense. When kidnapping people, it was best for all parties the victim not know their location, or their kidnapper's true identities. It just made sense. The less they knew, the less they could repeat. And, as Miles had so easily put it, the more likely they'd live.
Lenna really hoped the hair-manipulator would be allowed to live. Honestly, it'd leave a bad taste in her mouth if she had to detail that when she alerted Slate to the entire situation in her report.
As for what else she'd tell him... maybe she'd do best to wait until she had a bit more to offer than a single kidnapping. Hopefully, the boss-woman ordered her out on another mission. That way, it'd be one in a long stream...
Speaking of...
Lenna watched the woman in Charge do her job. Complacently, from a distance, separating herself professionally from the entire ordeal.
"Thirteen years is a long time," Lenna replied quietly. "You must have pretty good control of your skills."
In all that time, it made sense he would be able to handle himself. Lenna didn't elaborate on her own absent mutation. She merely paid, and led.
He answered her question as the train moved along. Another nod. "Sing, huh? I played a little kara-oke in my day." She pronounced it as the Japanese did. Kah raw okay, said with a thin smile, no teeth.
And then, he turned it back on her. Understandable retort. She had a lie ready for that.
"Nothing as cool as smoke," She said. "But useful. I can weaken other mutants powers. Manipulate the odds against them." Reality manipulation. Nobody could do that. It sounded cool, though. He need not know she was human, need not know why an anti-human organization like the Order had an Adapted running around. That wasn't something one told a new recruit. "It also works in Poker, odds manipulation. Some might call me 'lucky'."
((OOC: I'll get us off the train next post, and into a taxi cab to the Order. ))
>>" I didn know New yorkers were so friendly. Sure ill go, Ive got some time."
Was she friendly? Well, at least she'd sold him for the moment.
Lenna tried a friendly smile. "That's good. Follow me."
She led him out of the alley way, and down the street. As they went, they conversed.
>>" Sooo, alot of people go there? The Sanctuary I mean.
"There are many mutants. It's a bit like a hostel," She answered his question. "They come, they leave. The food's good there, too." She added. The food was indeed good. Anything you could possibly want, Cornelius could make. The clone Mars had shown her. Lenna wondered if this Tony would get along with the clones.
"How long have you known you were a mutant?" Lenna asked casually, as they stepped down the stairs to the subway. Lenna walked up to the ticket booth, held up two fingers, and paid. She again smiled at Tony. "We'll need to ride the train."
She hoped he understood. Silently, Lenna led them onto the subway train. Lenna found a seat. The silver bullet shot through the dark.
As it rattled along, Lenna made smalltalk. "Anything you can do, beyond the smoke?"
I'm sorry to note my internet is being obstinate. It doesn't seem to want to connect. It started out slow, but now it's not working at all. Neither are the phones. I'm working on solving the problem. Hopefully, it doesn't take forever.
This affects Lenna, Shin, Aurum, and The Dancing Blue Badger.