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.
Was the grateful thought of one Trista Evans as she stood under the torrent of steaming water after a particularly hard training session, letting the magical hot elixir work its way through and into her muscles and miraculous dissolve the tension within her body.
She’d upped the ante with her training sessions since the KP Brawl- not feeling she’d made that much of an account of herself there, but was determined to do better and be more decisive, and you know, on time in the future. …However the side effect of trying for perfection was a lot of scraps and bruises and sore muscles dealt from the training room computers along the way. Ouch.
The ouch factor was why Tris, not long before turning on the delightful apparatus known as a shower, had called the reception to have one of the in house Lab masseurs come up to her room. Mmmmmmm, even though the Labs had turned mostly legit now, Tris still loved the perks that came of hanging here.
Aleksei finished changing his shirt into something more respectable. He had been moving all of his items into his new room, and as he took a look around he was quite satisfied with the result. While he always kept items ready so that he could leave on the fly, Aleksei had accumulated quite the collection of odds and ends from around the world. After moving in the essentials, Aleksei had carefully aranged all of his objects around the room, including his latest carving of a ship of the line.
For once, Aleksei had put some effort into his appearance. He didn't know much about this Tris, but he did know that he was going to be spending a lot of time with them on this mission and that a good impression wouldn't go amiss. Still, the best he had come up with was a nice pair of khakis and the nicest collared shirt he owned. Spending another few moments adjusting some of his items, Aleksei headed for the door.
As Aleksei wandered about Mondragon Labs, he took out a small map he had made for himself. Having asked around, he had figured out where Tris' room was at and roughly how to get there. Still, it took him longer than it should have to arrive. Letting out a long sigh when he finally arrived, Aleksei reached out and gave three sharp raps on the door. "Tris Evans?" He called out.
Tris was knocked out of her shower-induced reverie by knocking coming from her front door, then a voice calling. "Tris Evans?"
Crap- here already? When she’d rang the receptionist she’d been told that yes the masseur would be would be able to fit her in in the next couple of hours. But this, this was quicker than expected- hence the naked and dripping wet look of the moment. Crap.
“Coming!” Tris called hurriedly, raising her voice to be heard through the door as she briskly towelled herself not as wet and then folding the material around herself and turning the same towel into a make shift strapless dress. After all, it was only the masseur, she’d worked with him before and he’d be getting her naked again anyway- why bother putting on proper clothes?
Still rushing, Tris ran to the door- not wanting to keep the busy man waiting long, and pulled it open, talking before the wooden panel had even opened halfway. Her exuberant greeting was bursting with faux perkiness and a very nearly Valley girl kinda accent. She and Donnie had had this joke thing going on for awhile now.
“Donnie darling, I’m so glad you’re here. I want you, I need you with your strong muscles and your magic hands too. You are the only one who does that thing the way I like it…..”
However, it was at this time as the door was swung fully open and Tris was able see that in fact Donnie the Masseur was not the man behind door number one, that her motor mouth speech came to an abrupt halt. Crap- that wasn’t Donnie….. and she was standing in the open doorway in a very short, very damp towel. Crap.
“….and I don’t think you are Donnie….” Tris automatically straightened up, dropping the playful accent for a more serious tone and folded her arms across her chest, willing herself not to blush and staring the man down, daring him to tease her about her words, daring him to let his eyes wander just an inch. “And what would you be doing knocking at my door mystery man?”
Aleksei had thought he had prepared himself for any possibility when meeting Tris. He had been so very wrong. As she had been heading for the door, she was quite clearly expecting somebody else, but before he could say anything the door swung open.
And sweet dripping towel lady, she was hot. Any brain activity that had been going on in Mr. Dmitrievs head was no longer there. He simply stood there, mouth slightly ajar, staring at her.
“….and I don’t think you are Donnie….”
Finally, her voice managed to put a small amount of reason back into his head. At the last possible second, he managed to do the polite thing and look her in the face rather than continuing to stare everywhere else.
“And what would you be doing knocking at my door mystery man?”
Suprised beyond all hope, Aleksei began to speak with traces of his Ukrainian accent creeping into his words. "My name is Aleksei. I had been informed that this was where to find you."
"Of course, in Donnie's absence I could always do that thing the way you like it." He smiled, quite pleased with himself.
The surprised, rumple haired ruffian had seemed to been able to collect himself enough to answer Tris’s question despite her abrupt and some may say interesting appearance. She had to note she was both impressed at his attempt to look her in the eye, and amused by the internal battle of good verses not so good instincts that probably wanted to drag that gaze lower. His accent helping to clue her in to his probable Eastern European origins.
"My name is Aleksei. I had been informed that this was where to find you."
But though this answer did contain information, it was in no way as informative as Tris would have wished. The question of why he would wish to find her still remained un answered. "Of course, in Donnie's absence I could always do that thing the way you like it."
….And then he got cocky. That little smile both cute and annoying all at the same time.
In response a slightly wicked curve to Tris’s lips suggested an answering smirk, and her twinkling brown-eyed gaze raked him over for a second; “I somehow doubt you have the expertise I require little man.” She teased, her voice dry. She switched the topic before he could get too offended.
“And you had wanted to find me why?” she promoted.
Aleksei watched with great interest as her cute little mouth turned into a smirk.
“I somehow doubt you have the expertise I require little man.”
Rather than upset him, his smile only widened when she spoke. He just stood there smiling while watching her. Oh yes, Mr Dmitriev was having an excellent time. He quite enjoyed women with a little attitude, and this one had plenty to spare it seemed. "You never know" He quipped. "I might have "strong muscles and magic hands"" he finished, doing his best to mock her faux valley girl accent.
“And you had wanted to find me why?”
"I would have thought that would have been perfectly obvious." He said, gesturing to her appearance but never breaking eye contact. "If I would have known the kind of reception I would receive, I would have been knocking on your door a long time ago." He gave her a large exaggerated wink.
"So, how would you like to go to france?" he asked, his grinning face showing no signs of joking.
Aleksei’s attempt to mock her mocking in-joke from before, as well as his attempt to assert his own magic hands prowess simply drew a long, drawn out, silent, disbelieving look of skepticism, complete with a raised eyebrow, that mutely highlighted Tris’s decided view on that particular subject. Namely, that he was an idiot and she didn’t believe a word of what he said.
However, his answer to her question of why he had wanted to find her in the first place, left the jaded and skeptical girl to blink as perplex-ment overcame her judgment.
"I would have thought that would have been perfectly obvious. If I would have known the kind of reception I would receive, I would have been knocking on your door a long time ago." Complete with wink.
…Yes, Tris was puzzled by this response, well not so much the response as its effect on her. She honestly didn’t know what she wanted to do more, what would be more fun- go down the insulted and ‘can take care of myself’ route and use her powers to slam Mister Cocky against the wall as a subtle reminder to watch his manners with strange women he knew little about, or the ‘not gonna show it but I’m flattered’ approach at the compliment. Intrigued for the moment, she decided to stick to the latter. So with a sultry smile and sexy purring tone to match, she replied with a;
“Well we aim to please here at Mondragon Medical.”
However, while Tris considered this particular conversation and the question of exactly how obliging people could be here at the labs, and exactly what was it about the pleasing that was pleasing, was a conversation worthy of pursuing, the changeable Aleksei did not seem to agree. Still keeping her unbalanced, he changed the subject.
"So, how would you like to go to France?" he asked, his grinning face showing no signs of joking.
Tris blinked, searching his face for the joke. But the question seemed to have been in ernest. She blinked again. France? As in the country of? Where’d this come from?
“Go to France? Love to………With you, if that was where you were heading with this. Well, I don’t know, we don’t know eachother that well yet and I have no idea if you could afford to keep me happy in the manner to which I have grown accustomed.” Another teasing smile was pulled out for his benefit to show how completely non ruffled and up to date with current events she was pretending to be. "So whats in France anyway?........apart from the obvious." Tris asked in the tone of one asking Why are you asking me this?
Aleksei raised his own eyebrow in response to her skepticism as if to say that he could, in fact, give a good massage. Then, he delighted in her momentary confusion before she finally managed to come up with a response.
“Well we aim to please here at Mondragon Medical.”
He outright laughed at that one. And what had started out as a small laugh soon cascaded into a fit of laughter that took him a minute to even get under control. When he finally had control of his voice again he shook his head and replied.
"Oh, I've no doubt of that."
Again, Aleksei got to stand and watch her bewilderment as she was stunned by his France comment. Exactly how he had planned it. She had attitude, but by repeatedly changing the topic he was keeping her too off guard to use it.
“Go to France? Love to………With you, if that was where you were heading with this. Well, I don’t know, we don’t know eachother that well yet and I have no idea if you could afford to keep me happy in the manner to which I have grown accustomed.”
Aleksei spread his arms in a welcoming gesture. "Thats what the trips for. How else are we going to get to know each other? Well, aside from..." He gestured into her apartment and gave her another exaggerated wink. But without giving her time for a response he continued. "Lets put it this way. If you were with me, that dripping wet towel you have on? It would be lined with fur, and this would be room service interrupting you right now." While he was still smiling, it was quite clear from Alekseis tone that he was being more serious now and that his offer of a trip to France was a true one.
"So whats in France anyway?........apart from the obvious."
And the conversation had finally hit the serious bits and pieces. "There is a painting that Slate wants you and me to snatch." Aleksei gave a small shrug. "On a more positive note, he gave no time limit, and I get all the funding that I want." He gave her a quizzical look. "So. How about it? You, me, Paris?"
"There is a painting that Slate wants you and me to snatch." Aleksei gave a small shrug. "On a more positive note, he gave no time limit, and I get all the funding that I want." He gave her a quizzical look. "So. How about it? You, me, Paris?"
And finally, after much skirting around the conversation, playboy Aleksei got to the point of conversation. Slate wanted himself and Tris to steal a painting. …Well if it was what Slate wanted… And also cause it kinda sounded like fun. She thought it over with head tilted slightly to the side and pouty lips, and while still having a hell of a lot of questions, she was considering. “Paris……Paris could be a possibility.” She eventually announced. “I suppose you better come in so we can discuss this future.” She added, stepping away from the door and waving him inside.
“I suppose you better come in so we can discuss this future.”
"Sounds good." Aleksei said, stepping into her room. Once inside, he paced around looking at everything. He showed a great deal of interest in her knick knacks and also the slight oriental look the room was dressed in. Indeed, for the first time since meeting her, Aleksei was paying very little attention to Tris. While most people would consider this behavior rude; or just poor manners, Aleksei didn't mean it that way. He was merely curious and didn't understand the normal social protocal.
When he came to a mirror hanging on the wall he noticed a small crack in the corner. He lifted his hand to the mirror, and while placing his fingers over the crack he shaped it back into place. "Nice place you have here." He said, finally turning around when he was done fooling with the mirror.
Was Aleksei's reply as he stepped inside Tris's room. She turning around herself to view her premises from the vantage point of the open door by which she stood with a slight scowl to her features. Tris the prefectionists eyes zeroed in on the clothes laying on the floor and the bed not made that wasn't exactly ment to be seen by someone she'd just met. Yep, she might have to run around and straighten up, but first, some other attire than a too short, very damp towel might be more appropriate for a business meeting.
With an apologetic smile and gesturing to the sofa, Tris announced; "Sorry bout the mess, wasn't exactly expecting company that would care, but please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable while I go change into something a little less comfortable."
Another smile and a chuckle and she was gone.
Tris didn't leave the man much time to answer, rather leaving Alekesi to his own devices as she dashed off to the bathroom to put on something rather more respectable than an 'outfit' that looked like she was auditioning for a shampoo add.
A short time later a deep blue sundress attired Tris walked barefoot back into her living area, her short dark red hair recently combed hair left to dry freely with fluffy flyways around her face.
She saw her guest and started walking, silent footed towards him, where he appeared to be examining her awesome mosaic framed mirror. She got up to him just as he was turning around- guess she wasn't being as silent as she'd thought she was.
"Nice place you have here." He remarked.
"Thanks." She responded as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror behind him, a mirror she'd previously damaged in one of her emotional power outbursts that she was trying to tame. But yes, the mirror had been damaged, and now the glass was clear- cool. "And thanks." she said again, nodded towards the mirror, and wondering what he'd done to fix it. "Well, you certainly seem handy don't you." she finished with a smirk.
"Sorry bout the mess, wasn't exactly expecting company that would care, but please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable while I go change into something a little less comfortable."
Aleksei had learned a long time ago that the more you argued with a woman, the more she believed you were lying. So instead of telling Tris that he really didn't care about her slight mess, he just ignored it completely. "Umm hmm." was all he said about her going to change, before he began busying himself with her mirror.
"Well, you certainly seem handy don't you."
A slight smirk crossed Alekseis face, right before he proceded to show off. He waved his hand over the glass of the mirror again, and the glass rippled and moved to form another crack. Then, just as quickly he moved his hand back across and made the mirror whole again.
"I try my best to be helpful. Especially when it comes to glass." He said with a proud tone, clearly relishing the chance to show off his powers. A few moments later he motioned to the couch. "Shall we talk?"
Without giving her a chance to respond he walked over and sat down. "Now. We will be able to fly over, but on the way back we will have to take a ship because the police will be all over the airports looking for the thieves. As for the theft itself all we really need is an armored car and a good distraction. And I should be able to get us both of those." Aleksei launched directly into the planning, without even stopping to think that she might not go along. He wasn't very used to people saying no to him, and his lack of social graces led him to assume that she was along for the ride.
"Oh yeah." He said, as an afterthought. "Do you have any powers?"
Tris's comment made, a small smirk from her guest was her only warning as Alekseis waved his hand over her now fixed mirror, undoing his good work and cracking the face again- but worse.
Tris's features twisted into a dark expression of deep irritation as she objected and took a threatening step forward- what? She liked that mirror; "HEY YOU JERK! That was a present from my sister, she decorated it, its not exactly replaceable is it! And now here you are.........fixing it again......oh..." Tris's triad came to an abrupt halt as seeing and then understanding came to her mind. Alekseis's hand had passed over the glass pane again, and like before the mirror had returned to its whole and flawless state. She flushed with the red tinge of someone who should of realised what was going on before mumbling; "Sorry... I just like that mirror is all..."
Alekseis seemed as though he thought her little outburst rather amusing, but he was nice enough to keep from out right laughing at her, instead going on with a tone that indicated pride in his mutation; "I try my best to be helpful. Especially when it comes to glass." Then with a gesture to the couch. "Shall we talk?"
And now it was Tris's turn to feel the dawning of bemused amusement as she followed Alekseis's lead and sat down on her comfortable couch, hearing what Alekseis imagined his plan to be.
"Now. We will be able to fly over, but on the way back we will have to take a ship because the police will be all over the airports looking for the thieves. As for the theft itself all we really need is an armored car and a good distraction. And I should be able to get us both of those. Oh yeah." He said, as an afterthought. "Do you have any powers?"
Tris had listened somewhat attentively to her guest as he set out his plan, trying to keep the smile off her face at his continued mentions of 'we' and 'us', as if she'd already told him a definite yes. She still might say yes of course, but if she didn't like what she was hearing, Alekseis might find he was going without an explosive expert on this trip. "Interesting." She was heard to mutter of his version of a plan, before the power question was asked of her. With a bright smile Tris answered sweetly, before her words turned interview like; "Of course I do....But before we get to that, I have some more questions for you. Firstly- can you do anything other than fix mirrors? And how exactly do you expect your mutation and your experiences to help you on this heist? Also- what painting does Slate want exactly? Did you get sent to contract any other people into this plan, cause I'd be thinking for any mission that wants to steal stuff, a teleporter, telekinetic, or elemental might turn the tide in your favor? And I haven't seen you around before, though I dont get out much, have you worked for the Kabal for long? Or is this your first mission- your addition so to speak?... and armored car huh?" Questions bubbled quickly out of the inquisitive Tris, now that she had the chance to ask them, but if one might examine her words closely, no where in her speech did she include herself in the deal.
Aleksei waved his hand back in forth in a gesture designed to slow her down. She had gone from saying very little to little miss talky in two seconds flat. After he had finally managed to get her to allow him to actually answer some of her questions, he took a deep breath, and suddenly feeling like he was being interviewed yet again, began to speak.
"Lets see here... if I can remember everything you asked I can try and answer some of it. Firstly, yes I can do quite a deal more than fix mirrors. I can control any glass actually. Mold it, shape it, throw it, make a shield out of it." He shrugged, not feeling like going into too much detail. You get the idea."
"Secondly, my experience and mutation will be extremely useful." Aleksei refrained from going into more detail yet again, preferring to leave his answer short and simple. "Also, we don't need another mutant. Slate wanted me and you to do it, and I am sure that we will do just fine. No need to... what is the phrase... too many people in the kitchen?"
Looking slightly indignant, Aleksei continued. "I have only recently contacted the Kabal about my potential services. This will be my first cooperation with them." Aleksei was trying to make it clear by his wording and his tone of voice, that while the Kabal would be watching him on his first mission, he was watching them as well.
"Lastly, yes, an armored car." Aleksei had managed to remember all of her questions, except (conveniently) which painting they were to steal.
While Tris had been impressed by Aleksei's admission of glass manipulation, and had 'ohhed' and 'ahhed' and 'cool'ed in all the right places, the impressed feeling didn't last.
Tris was getting, it had to be said, a little aggravated by Aleksei's so called 'answers' to her her rather necessary questions. He was being deliberately uninformative with his short replies, and she found her curiosity inflamed, not tempered by his words. True she'd done the exactly same thing when he'd asked about her powers, but the main difference as far as Tris was concerned, was when she avoided questions it was cute and flirty, but her guest couldn't pull her demeanor off properly and on Aleksei it was just plain annoying and rude.
She crossed her legs and crossed her arms across her chest, while her brown eyes tried to downplay their flashing irritated, impatience pouting look with limited success.
"Wow, aren't you just a fountain of information- can ya vague that up for me?" Her snide remark very sarcastic, with the clear undertones of 'I need to know more' before taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, continuing on in a conciliatory style of voice, even if the formerly impatience tone started out abit forced; "Sorry.... I just like to have all my facts in order before considering the theft of....... what painting did you say Slate wanted again?