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.
What. The Hell. Was The Sanctuary. Um. She pursed her lips in thought. Apparently, a -safehouse-. Well, then. That gave her all the reason in the world to do further inquiry.
>>"If it'll shake any police than I vote for headin' that way."
"Agreed." So, she'd find out what the sanctuary was. Alright.
As for the contents of the truck, she couldn't care less. Probably clothes, as the Ranger had said. Possibly shoes. Potentially panties. In all probability, air. Lenna traced a finger across the fog of the window halfheartedly as she waited with them at the red light.
I wonder how an adapted's aura would affect preexisting conditions... Lenna's mind drifted as her index finder slid through the haze. If a mutant that controlled the weather came in contact with one of these fields, would the fog they were manipulating clear... or... "Hmm..." Lenna shifted her eyes towards the driver's side of the car with a question on her mind... only to catch a homo-superior in the driver's seat with 'gender-swapped man' on his lips. "... ... ... Hrm." Her chin fell to her palm as she turned her eyes back to the car outside the window.
". . . " Which just-so-happened to be a police car. The line of Lenna's shoulder edged slowly back in her seat. "Today is a day for ellipses, it seems. There's a cop car on our right."
As Lenna wished the semi-truck was invisible, the light changed to red.
>>"If it'll shake any police than I vote for headin' that way."
~~"Agreed." So, she'd find out what the sanctuary was. Alright.
“ To the golden doors we go.”
The truck was driving like it was packed, he could tell the difference between the truck with a full cargo and one without due to the fact that it was acting like the little engine that could.
~~"Hmm..."
Mars had been waiting for this all day long, and finally she did what he thought she woud do when he was throwing his jeep around for her. He kissed her back like he always did Hard and full of passion, it was the best way to wait out a red light.
~~"... ... ... Hrm." ". . . " "Today is a day for ellipses, it seems. There's a cop car on our right."
Mars pulled back as he was transported right back into the reality at hand. He was currently mostly a human and there were cops after them, one, was oblivious and next to them.
“Sweetheart, I know it’s an odd time to ask, and you might not love the Idea, but if that officer looks over here, I suggest kissing her like you just kissed me. If he looks he over here, He’ll forget about anything else he was looking for.” He shrugged. “you know that or both of you should slouch out of view. I’m going to love movie this little car in front of us out of our way if I need to.” Mars sat up strait. It wouldn’t do for all of them to slouch and look suspicious.
The light finally turned green and the car in front of him hesitated, He was trying to be natural and thus did what every other new yorker would do when they realized someone wasted millisecond of green light and laid on the horn.
“I love a good eclipse. Might, I suggest getting those shiny little toys out?”
After a moment the little car took off and they were on the move again. so far so good, no bright red and blue lights just yet. but the police officer was keeping pace, So it could be a long drive, if he was going there way.
Sitting there, in the truck cab, at a red light, and kissing the ape-man, the Ranger was oblivious to what was going on beyond the two of them. L's comments included. Yet, after the ape-man had broken away, what L had said set it. There was a cop in the next car over. The Ranger moved to return back to how s/he had been sitting prior to kissing the ape-man and shifted his/her eyes to see out the window without turning his female head that way.
“Sweetheart, I know it’s an odd time to ask, and you might not love the Idea, but if that officer looks over here, I suggest kissing her like you just kissed me. If he looks he over here, He’ll forget about anything else he was looking for.” “you know that or both of you should slouch out of view. I’m going to love movie this little car in front of us out of our way if I need to.”
The Ranger who's mind had clawed its way back into the body's driver seat thought that the ape-man's suggestion could work. That of course is assuming the officer was a man, odds were it was but the super dark police tint had made it difficult for the Ranger with his/her glance to get a good look.
The Ranger looked to L, s/he would let her decide what to do. S/He was fine with either, his male mind saw less of an issue with kissing her than the ape-man, which the Ranger hated him/herself for doing even if it did feel right.
And then the light turned green, and the ape-man, behaving like all the drivers that the Ranger had grown to hate since moving here, laid on the horn after it had virtually just turned green. Although, in this one circumstance it was justifiable. They needed to move and this guy in front wasn't moving.
“I love a good eclipse. Might, I suggest getting those shiny little toys out?”
The Ranger slouched down in the seat and reached into the yellow purse, s/he then slid out the old gun and kept it low so it would be unseen by any outside observers. No need to tip off the police if they think nothing of the truck.
...This conversation, they were not having, this conversation...
Lenna's eyes shifted towards the giant in the driver's seat, then back towards the police car, focused there a split second as they reflected the inner turmoil this situation brought on, then drifted to Michael's face with another of the day's trademarked series of dots. "..."
To kiss... a woman.
Sensory flatline. To kiss a woman—
.......
She could die.
To kiss—
—a woman, her broken brain finished daintily. Had not been the furthest thought from her mind.
But dark places. Dark dark... dark places... she grew up in an all-girls school in Columbia. Cortez's army. Her mind flashed back to tangerine days. Girls in ponytails, tightly-bound to prevent issues, yet bringing about so many more. Sectioned off into groups of twenty, it was not unprecedented for certain bonds to come about. Hands twisting the hair of the girl in front of them into thick plaits, the girl in front turns.
Flashback ends in blankness. Blinding white fills the memory, burning out around an unsavory silhouette of lips, touching lips.
Lenna came to with her hands cupping Michael's cheeks, mimicking the motion. Don't ask, don't tell. In the sanctity of her mind, she'd retreated from the moment. She was back on the mansion grounds with her hands raised in fists. Around her, girls pressed forward, driving the first two knuckles of their right hands into the leveled placement of a dummy's solar plexus. Her own fists moved with them. In a swing, they'd shot forwards. Reality moved with them, tilting the Ranger's head into the position for a kiss. The dummy reeled, nineteen others fell back. The gun the Ranger had slouched to grab was dropping. It hit the floor with a click, thanking whatever force of motion kept it intact for the grace of having the safety still on.
In the police car outside their window, the driver's eyes veered haphazardly from the road. Two women were kissing. It seemed males had an innate gift for sensing the swiftly-beating hearts. This policeman had sensed them, yes. Yet hadn't sensed the bumper coming all-too-quickly up ahead. Airbags exploded as the squad car met the back gate of a pickup truck. A moment later, blue and white lights spun a warning.
Danger, danger.
Their lips came apart.
“My first kiss…” Lenna blushed breathlessly, retreating backwards in her seat. Her eyes locked on the windshield. Hands rested on her knees as everything set in. She coughed into her fist and spoke quickly, as if reassuring herself of her reasoning. “Hope that set you straight…”
He was pushing the gas pedal and with little more than a suggestion women to his right were kissing with guns in their hands or laps….a fricking mazing. Did you know that subconsciously your body would take you or anything you happened to be piloting the direction You were looking? Horns blared behind him as he betrayed the anger he had just distributed on the little zippy car that was out pacing him now. He gaped and wished he had a better view or perhaps a quiet apartment...and some candles…soft some thing and…. Pick up! Mars brushed into the pickup that had just been rear ended by a cop and thus slammed on its breaks, once it did the door flew open the driver all too ready to jump into traffic and instead of losing just a mirror lost a whole door to a Macy’s delivery truck. Mars hit the gas, the Police would be occupied and it was time to Go go go go gooooooooooo, can’t go fast, if you are going to slow.
“My first kiss…” “Hope that set you straight…”
Mars simply nodded. He didn’t trust his mouth to talk so he simply let New york know that and feel the large vehicles presence. Yellow lights were sped through freshly red lights were sped through, green lights didn’t even register. Cars changed lanes as he barreled through the city toward the sanctuary, two kinds of adrenaline shot through him and he couldn’t seem to slow down as was rational, no one was near them, a cop might pull them over right now for speeding other wise they were gold.
He let out a long sigh and released the tension from himself and forced himself to just above the speed limit.
“we made it.” he laughed lightly. “ We could have went strait to the doc and done what we just did, not tha shopping wasn’t nice.”
L looked from the ape-man to the cop outside, she was obviously trying to decide on whether or not to kiss the Ranger. After a brief moment she turned to look at the Ranger. She seemed somewhat distant as she brought her hands up to cup the Ranger's cheeks. The Ranger knew what she had decided. S/He slid back up from the slouching position and found him/herself once again shorter than the person whom s/he would be kissing. L then tilted the Ranger's head into position and as the gap between their faces closed the gun dropped to the floor of the truck cab.
Their lips met. For the first time since coming to New York City, the Ranger was kissing a woman. He may have been inhabiting a woman's body at the time and it was only to distract a nearby cop, but he still enjoyed it. As the name of the game was distract the cop and L had her hands on the Ranger's female cheeks, the Ranger moved his female arms to embrace her.
The sound of a collision rang out, the plan had succeeded. The job done, the Ranger removed his female arms from around L and they moved apart. His mind glad that even though there was carnal pleasure in the presence of both Elle in his body and even more so the ape-man, that he also still enjoyed kissing a woman.
“My first kiss…” L said breathlessly, retreating into her seat, eyes locking onto the windshield. “Hope that set you straight…” The Ranger wondered how that could be for such a pretty woman, but decided not to ask. Her behavior indicated she was working through the recent event, the Ranger just mentally shelved it away with the stuff he was going to have to work through when there was finally time for some rest.
It seemed that the ape-man couldn't keep himself from catching a glimpse of the women next to him kissing, not that the Ranger could blame him. It merely proved that the ape-man was a good old-fashioned, red blooded man. The evidence of his looking was a pick-ups door that collided with the front of the semi and the distance that had accumulated between them and the leading car.
The Ranger leaned forward and retrieved the M1911 from the floorboard, set it down next to his female right leg, and then leaned back in the seat. Yet, it was not time for relaxing. The ape-man was driving the semi like it was an oversized, self-propelled, battering ram. They may have lost the most immediate threat but his driving could easily snag them a tail with flashing reds and blues.
As luck would have it no police lit up after them before the ape-man sighed and stated, “we made it.”“ We could have went strait to the doc and done what we just did, not tha shopping wasn’t nice.”
The Ranger rested his female head back against the seat. "Hidesight's 20/20."
Words trickled out Lenna's right ear. While she'd been occupied, a-freaking-mazing things had gone down. The cops had crashed. A pickup was missing its door. And their Semi was barreling forwards through traffic like the bruiser at a night club.
A-freaking-mazing. And the guy who'd suggested their course of action hadn't even been prepared for the seven levels of heaven he'd seen. Hmph. Lenna turned away from the windshield to glance out the passenger-side window. Her thin smirk reflected in the glass of the side mirror.
It was good to know she still had that effect on people.
A-freaking-mazing comments aside, she was amused.
And disturbed. Yes, still disturbed by the act she'd just committed. But more amused, and temporarily omitting it from her memory. Fingers focused on unzipping the purse at her side, checking the safety on her gun. She slipped it back into her lap after the cursory glance deemed everything 'satisfactory'.
Even more satisfactory, their battering ram path had brought them straight to salvation... The Sanctuary, to be perfectly clear. Her eyes narrowed on the golden arches that hung on the building in front of them. What wonders did this place that housed massive red men hold?
"Good work," She slapped an approving hand across the driver's chest. Lenna bent to grab the duffel bags from under her feet as they parked the semi. The lock on her door popped up. Lenna lowered herself down onto concrete, and turned to face those Golden doors. "Now what?"
Mars swallowed the excess salvia that he was inexplicably producing…did that honestly just make his mouth water? Yes, yes it did. His heart pounded in his chest, he had to try this running away and trying to get away with stuff thing more often, it was exhilarating. Not that making your foes flee from you didn’t have its own little thrill.
^^"Hidesight's 20/20."
“so true.”
~~"Good work,"
“You ladies weren’t so bad yourselves.”
~~"Now what?"
“first things first.” Mars opened his cell phone. “Panic” he said into the phone the phone rang twice and a voice surrounded by rock music came on the line. “Hey, you guys home?”
The rock music died as the voice replied.
“Get pain and twitch, get your gear, I have something that needs a paint job, fast. I’m almost out front, switch the plates and take it back to the garage for me. I’ll be in the lobby if you need anything.”
“ok, thanks.”
Mars pulled the truck up to the curb of the sanctuary and left the truck running.
“Well, were home. If you need a place to stay, we got plenty of rooms.” He spoke to Lenna, not relizing that Lori might not know that she lived here already. “ we can talk shop inside the lobby or wherever, figure out what you guys want to do. I recommend laying low for at least the day. The fellas will check out what loot we got, we can all go look and see if there is anything you two want, before we put it into circulation.”
Mars opened the door and hoped out of the vehicle. Waiting to help either or both of the women out of the truck if they needed it. He briefly tried to remember what the heck he was doing before all of this started.
Two young males and one female busted out of the sanctuary doors with gas masks, air brushes and a back pack of spray paint cans. with joy in their eyes. Recently they had been covering all of the other gang tags announcing that the presence in the Bronx was now exclusively order.
"so true" The ape-man Replied to the Ranger before L slapped her hand across the ape-man's chest, which meant reaching across the Ranger, and said,
"Good work."
To which the ape-man replied, "“You ladies weren’t so bad yourselves.”
And then the ape-man whipped out a phone and the first thing he said was, "Panic." At first the Ranger was confused, why would this guy call someone to tell them to panic? Although, when he spoke again the Ranger realized it was the person's alias. “Hey, you guys home?” The Ranger could hear the sound of music coming from the phone, apparently whoever he was calling was blasting something. The music died down and then the ape-man continued, “Get pain and twitch, get your gear, I have something that needs a paint job, fast. I’m almost out front, switch the plates and take it back to the garage for me. I’ll be in the lobby if you need anything.”“ok, thanks.”
The ape-man pulled the semi up next to the curb. They were there. The engine was left running and the ape-man informed them that if a place to stay was needed there were plenty of rooms. His focus seemed to be on L, almost as if the Ranger in Elle's body already had a place. He then said, “ we can talk shop inside the lobby or wherever, figure out what you guys want to do. I recommend laying low for at least the day. The fellas will check out what loot we got, we can all go look and see if there is anything you two want, before we put it into circulation.”
Apparently whoever this ape-man was and whatever this "Sanctuary" was they both were involved in moving stolen property, and based on what he heard the ape-man say on the phone, car theifs. Now was not the time to address those.
The locks poped up and the ape-man and L climbed out on either side of the car. The Ranger slid to his/her left and with the ape-man's held climbed out as well. S/He didn't like taking his help, but with the heels, height difference, and different center of mass, climbing out on his/her own would have been an unnecessary pain.
The Ranger looked to the golden doors. This place was supposedly safe and that meant that he would have the time to inform the ape-man, who seemed to know Elle, about what has been going on. He dreaded enlightening the ape-man. After the actions the Ranger had taken under the influence of this body's sensations and biological reactions he had done things he was not proud of. Things he would rather just forget if he somehow managed to return to his own body.
Lenna tilted her head. A duffel bag slid across her shoulder. She pushed up the strap and righted it. Faint rock music blared from the red man's cellular phone. He was red now. Red. Lenna arced an eyebrow, and glanced away. She was still getting used to this...
>>“Get pain and twitch, get your gear, I have something that needs a paint job, fast. I’m almost out front, switch the plates and take it back to the garage for me. I’ll be in the lobby if you need anything.”
He pulled the truck away and parked it on the curb. The semi was stationary, but the motor was running. Lenna sighed. After all that running, it felt odd to stand in place.
As the red man stalked back into the five foot range and grew pink, Lenna glanced back it him passively.
>>“Well, were home. If you need a place to stay, we got plenty of rooms.”
"Possibly," she replied noncommittally. A small smile slipped onto her face. It was definitely an option. Not that she didn't have an apartment to go back to... though maybe it'd be a good idea to stay under the radar.
And before all that, shoptalk, and the suggestion of laying low. Was big red not only super-strong, but a mind-reader? Regardless, "Sounds like a good idea. Lead away." Lenna adjusted the bags on either shoulder, and gave a half-bow.
Now, came the tough part of the day. She smiled at Michael as they followed the giant into the sanctuary. Now (s)he'd have to reveal the truth.