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.
Fresh from Faust Pharmaceuticals, Lori had a sleek black sedan drive her to Mondragon Labs. It was not very often that she was invited to the facility. In fact, she had never actually been invited. She had just crashed. And then crashed in the roof of the cafeteria.
And Lenna was the one inviting her. They had some conversations about Mondragon Labs, but Lori wasn't sure if the girl had actually made her move. Would there be fighting? Was the whole thing already taken care of? Did she need Lisa (She was a notary)? Lenna's message conveyed through Lisa was entirely too vague. She couldn't worry too much about it. If she did, the car might not make it all the way to Laguardia.
So when she stepped into the lobby of the glass paneled facility in her silver grey skirt suit, she had no idea what she was stepping into.
A sleek black man in a sleek black suit with a sleek black tie was waiting for her. Lori had to crane her neck up to meet his eyes when they shook hands. He introduced himself as Nigel and the blonde got a sense that he was a no nonsense kind of fellow with the few, if precise, words that he used to get her to follow him through the halls.
Just in case this turned into a fist fight, Lori had swapped her heels for some sparkly flats with a good rubber grip on the sole and slipped a delicate pair of steel knuckles in her pocket. A girl couldn't be too careful.
Nigel led Lori down the corridor to the training room. Behind the door was a dense alpine forest. A table for two was set at the edge of of a pool at the bottom of a small waterfall. Paper lanterns hung from the pine trees all around the table. The table itself was lit by a jar with holes poked in the top; the inside was filled with glow bugs. The starry night sky was streaked with the green and blue ribbons of the aurora borealis.
Nigel led Lori to the edge of the table and pulled the chair out for her.
"Miss Lenna will be here shortly," he informed her. "Please enjoy the music while you wait."
From behind the largest pine tree stepped a thin man with pointed ears and a very very old violin. He was playing a soft classical piece with some skill and wishing that he hadn't used such strong glue on the ears.
From behind another tree stepped a blonde girl in a very colorful costume. She had a towel over her arm and a carafe of ice water in her hand.
"Welcome to Northern Lights," she poured water into the two glasses on the table. "Can I get you started with anything to drink?"
--In the board room--
Edward, dressed nearly as sharply as Nigel Banks stepped into the board room to find Lenna still at the head of the table.
"Excuse me, ma'am, but there is a woman here to see you. She's waiting in the Northern Lights Room. Can I show you the way?"
Lenna glanced up at the man in the sharp outfit. She blinked.
"I don't recall arranging any meeting with anyone in a 'Northern Lights' room." She said.
What the hell was a Northern Lights room!?
The man was extremely polite. He waited for her decision, without any visible reactions of surprise.
Rather than ask who had set up such a meeting, Lenna, with a sigh, rose from her chair and nodded. She'd find out for herself. "Lead the way." Hopefully, the culprit would still be on the scene of this meeting.
The man turned, and started out the door. Lenna followed, wordlessly.
"Am I being punked?" Lori just couldn't help but ask the girl who poured water for her. The water carafe, Lori eyeballed as if it might bite her. The blonde poured carefully. "I mean, is this for real?"
Now that Lori was looking around she decided this place was something like the danger room. And this program seemed to be something... romantic. It was beautiful to be sure, but all together it was pretty over the top. The guy playing the violin had elf ears and the brightly colored costumes spoke of a time long, long ago that only existed in the minds of the imaginative.
Katrina smiled at the Order leader politely, “I promise this is for real. Or as real as holograms can make it.”
It was lucky that they already had the hologram set up for... something else. All Percy had to do to get it ready was program some lanterns into the trees and set out a table. Katrina hadn't noticed until now that he had put spoons on both sides of the plates.
That was not going to be helpful for eating pasta.
“I'll be right back with your straw.”
She disappeared behind the tree again, into a door where Percy was waiting with the ear piece communicator for her. He already had his own on.
“Thanks,” she affixed it to her ear and tapped a little button. “Edward, has the eagle flown the coop?”
--Out in the hallway--
Edward scratched at his ear, then smiled at Lenna. “We're nearly there.”
--Back in the locker room--
Katrina pressed the button again, “Hans, how is the pasta doing?”
“Coming along. The salad is ready whenever you are.”
“Do you have any straws down there?”
“Let me check.” The sound of pots and pans assured her that he was indeed looking. Then silence. Then some more banging.
“Hans?”
“Negative on the straws.”
Curses. Katrina scowled, thinking, then looked up to Percy.
'Almost there' became 'there' and Lenna had to stare.
"And here we are," Edward said, to no one in particular. Another innocent smile. He left the woman to her date, and made himself scarce.
Lenna turned back to aim an eyeballing at him as he departed, then squinted at the room again. This was... this was... not... what anyone ever anywhere would have wanted for a meeting. Or anything else, honestly. Except maybe a-- "Date," She breathed, as the color drained from her face.
The next time she saw that colorful knows-it-all girl, she was going to kill her. Until then... Lenna approached the table carefully.
Lenna slid into her chair, then daintily scooted forward, eyes low. They rose to meet Lori's. Her face was serious for a second. "Do you know a girl named 'Katrina...?'" She asked. A glance around, then she plastered a sweet smile onto her face and mumbled behind her glass of water. "Because she thinks we're on a date."
Ice cubes clinked as she set her water glass back down on the table.
Lenna looked well in her usual getup. Though, when Lori's eyes hit the Adapted's face, the other blonde blanched. Well. This hadn't been Lori's idea and since it obviously wasn't Lenna's. A high blonde eye brow arched in question to the other woman who was taking her place across the table now.
Katrina? Had that little blonde scamp been the girl everyone talked about around the Sanctuary? "I think she just left to find me a straw." A smile twitched the corners of Lori's lips. If Katrina thought they were on a date something had to put the idea in her mind.
The Order leader leaned forward and let her hair slide across her face in a way that begged to be tucked behind her ear. It made her look vulnerable, but even better it served as a curtain between her lips and violinist. "Why would she think that?" Lori looked up at Lenna with wide eyes. There had always been something there, a tension that Lori had attributed to Lenna being an Adapted... or maybe to the fact that she had first met the girl as a man.
Could it be that the Adapted had a soft spot for Lori too?
“Melissa Rivers,” Percy answered immediately. “And the fastest car is Nigel's.”
“No it isn't,” Nigel denied, having just come up behind the tall blonde paladin.
Percy tried hard to hide the surprised look on his face, but it was impossible to hide his six inch jump backwards and instinctive reach for a weapon on his hip that wasn't there.
“And whose is the fastest, then?”
“Noin's.”
Percy's face contorted into an expression of surprise, “Really?”
Nigel nodded solemnly.
Katrina nodded solemnly, too. “It's settled, then. Noin can give Melissa her keys and she can go get straws. I'll go get the salads...”
“Already here,” Nigel turned to reveal a cart behind him with silver covers over two plates.
“Excellent, I'll go deliver those, and you can tell Melissa and Noin the plan, ” Katrina grinned up at Nigel.
Percy just stared. The cart... how had he...?
Katrina picked up the oval tray from the top of the cart and balanced it carefully on her shoulder. It felt like it was nearly as big as she was, but she would not let that stop her from being the best waitress ever! Carefully, she made her way back through the door to the training room and peeked her head around the hologram tree to make sure she wasn't interrupting anything before she proceeded with serving the salads.
So, the girl was not only setting her up. She was helping on the dinner date preparations. Unforgivable. Some people were simply too helpful.
Why was Lori suddenly smiling at her revelation, though? That took sudden prominence over lesser thoughts, like unforgivable teens and how they reacted to cement shoes. What was with the wide eyes? What was with the questions? The leaning forward, to get closer? The smile?
The violinist kept on playing, through it all. The pointy-eared violinist who could potentially learn too much.
Everything added up to a racing of the heart and a bad taste in Lenna's mouth. What was Katrina trying to play at, setting all this up. And why hadn't Lori just simply dismissed it and laughed it off? This was stupid. She'd have to keep up the act. All of those thoughts happened in less than a second. Lenna smiled weakly at Lori. "Because I told her?" She feigned a weak laugh. Wheels made a small sound behind her. The sound of a cart. Katrina was returning. Crap. Again, her mind raced.
Well. If Katrina needed to believe they were an item. To cover up their connection. Because apparently, she needed to cover up her connection with Lori. Then lying further was the way to go. And if lying further was the way to go, then... in her smallest, cutest, most disarming whisper, Lenna made a request. "Please do play along." And then, she kissed the woman. Because Lenna was a good actress, honed from years of killing people and faking sincerity. And if she had to kiss a woman, then dammit. It made more sense to kiss one she'd already kissed before, both as a man, and as a woman, than to kiss some stranger, like the one wheeling the salads. That hadn't even been an option, though. Okay. Maybe she'd panicked. There were plenty worse ways to panic than kissing Lori.
Maybe worrying about how she would tell Michael would occur to her once the face-cupping and kissing came to a close? Hey. At least no four-wheeled vehicles were coming to startling collision conclusions due to girl on girl kisses, this time.
Because... she told Katrina they were dating? Not because she actually liked Lori. Not because she cared what Lori thought. But because Lenna had to save face in front of a teenager. She had been invited here. By Lenna. For this? Not that Lori had her heart set on Lenna, but... the other woman didn't even like her a little? Lori tried not to feel used.
But Lenna leaned forward, cupped the Order Leader's face in her hand and slowly, gently leaned forward.
Don't. Lori started to shake her head to free it from Lenna's hand, but...
> "Please do play along."
She hesitated and the blondes' lips met. It made for a good show, but there was absolutely no feeling in it.
The heart is a hollow organ. The only thing that keeps it full is what's flowing through it.
Lori's hands caught either side of Lenna's face, fingers tangling in the other woman's hair. She pushed the kiss further, harder, deeper. Way past the point of a polite "hello" and part way into "how are you doing?" She put every moment of appreciation for Lenna into that kiss. The way that Lenna could make things happen, how her hips swayed when she walked, the way she handled a gun, that slight hitch in her breath right before their lips made contact...
Artemis finished the upbeat tune he had been playing and switched into something more romantic, the music floated throughout the room enfolding everything in it's tender blanket of sound. At the same time, he backed away so only his music would intrude, and not his physical presence. This was obviously a private moment, and he would give them as much privacy as he could while still setting the mood.
Katrina ducked back behind her tree again, using her spare hand to steady they tray on her shoulder after that sudden change of direction. Something told her that the two women weren't quite ready for their salads. The something in question being the fact that they were kissing.
The blonde teen had nothing against girls kissing girls or boys kissing boys. She just hadn't had many opportunities to witness such a thing in person. Actually, she didn't have much experience with boys and girls kissing either.
Either way it was making her blush.
In her ear a small crackle announced that Hans was on the line.
“The pasta is nearly done, how is the progress with the salads?”
She couldn't answer. Not without interrupting the romantic moment in front of her. Hans and the pasta would just have to wait.
As previously stated, Lenna, was a good actress. Perhaps, too good? Oh man. Oh woman. Oh girl. Lori really kissed her back. She had not been expecting that. Not something this... deep. This appreciative. This... what the hell kind of word could she use to describe it?
Pleasant.
The kiss broke. Lenna fell back into her seat. She had kissed a girl, and she'd liked it. That was not a good sign. Nor, she realized, was the spilled drink on the table.
Lenna's eyes darted down to the water that was washing over the table cloth, towards Lori. "Oh !@#$," She swore. "I'm sorry. Let me--" Lenna moved to grab a napkin up off the table, so she could help dry Lori off.
"No, it's okay." Lori snatched up the cup and brought it over to the edge of the table and used her hand, her hand to scoot the wet ice and extra liquid off the table and into the cup. A thrill of excitement ran up her spine. Somehow it felt like she was getting away something every time she took advantage of an Adapted's field.
All in all it was shaping up to be a lovely evening.
"So I'm guessing you didn't call me up just for that?" She just couldn't help herself. The Order Leader grinned despite the bit of water that had spilled on her skirt.
Talking. That meant they weren't kissing anymore. Unless they were ventriloquist mutants or had more mouths than were absolutely necessary.
In any case, if their mouths weren't too busy, they could now be eating salads. That was her cue to enter.
Carefully, Katrina wobbled out from behind the tree with the tray full of salads and various salad accessories. The tray felt heavier now, after holding it still for seconds that may have lapsed into minutes worth of holding. She was determined not to drop it. These lovely ladies did not need anyone spilling on them.
At least, not anyone on her Ultimate Mondragon Date Team. If they wanted to spill on each other, that was perfectly acceptable. Even encouraged, if it gave them the opportunity to innocently wipe water off of each other.
“Here are your salads,” she announced cheerfully, setting the leafy plates down in the appropriate places on the table, or as close to them as she could, what with water puddles leaking every which way.
Also, she had a towel. She had thought waiters threw them over their arms just for style. Apparently they were also useful to have around.
“Let me help you with that,” she carefully reached over toward the expanding puddle with towel in hand to help sop up the liquid as quickly as possible, so they could get back to their date.
>>"So I'm guessing you didn't call me up just for that?"
Lori had taken over. Handled the problem with the water. Wasn't even mad. That was good.
Lenna shook her head. "Nope." She replied with a small smile. Worries about the water (and other things) faded away. There was more to tell her. And she remembered she'd been proud about it, when she'd called.
>>“Here are your salads,” the blond teen interrupted their conversation.
Lenna turned sweetly towards the helpful young girl. The young girl who was now handling the water still on the table. The one who she'd wanted to talk to earlier. Or was it kill?
"Katrina," Lenna broke the silence that usually followed the cleaning work of a waitress. She waited for the girl to give her her attention, then continued. "Did you do all of this?" She asked. Curiosity and fake gratitude slipped into her voice, a pretty cover for the knives that wanted to jut out from underneath.