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.
"Smoothies." The reply came immediately, and was stated as if it were a simple truth. What did you do after razing the establishment and killing some mobsters?
Smoothies.
L gave a short golf clap at the production of the butane torch. "You know, we got off on a rough foot, but I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership."
L reached into her tum tum and produced a business card that just had a large gold embossed L on one side, and a phone number on the other.
"Send me a text."
She followed her out, and they both ran off into the night... to end up where?
La-Bamba Juice, of course! She was drinking a Sugar Added Strawberry banana smoothie, still in her torn Ninja suit, hair still all over the place. "Berry, huh? I figured you more for a Kale and thinly veiled rage type." She didn't bother watching the news as she sipped away at her drink.
"C'mere you #@$%in Giant @#$%head! Shoot me in the head, huh? Shoot my CLOTHES- LEGGO YOU @#$-" Elke stepped in, literally, and he opened up.
L got her zaps in. In that moment, it was all that mattered. After that was done, she stood, sniffling once before pausing to look over at her new friend, her hair long golden hair disheveled, and her ninja suit torn and beat up. She dug for his wallet quickly, and pulled out a few hundreds. "New ones on you..." She looked to Elke. "I can afford it myself, it's the thing of it, though."
She dusted herself off, and gave the deceased man one last kick before turning to grab the papers she'd dropped on the floor after being shot. She looked up as the native asked her a question.
"Yeah boo, we good... Let's light this #@$^% up and go get smoothies."
She started walking toward their exit. "You brought matches, right?"
"If it's easy to notice, they can prepare for it. First rule of espionage is not to leave any traces until its too late. It's soooo much more satisfying to catch them with their pants down when you taze em in the taint!" She like to think that if she had a special attack, that was it. The old Taint Crisper. Classic.
She paused to think at Elke's justification. "Sounds like you pulled that out of your ass, but I can't deny it, so touche to that tooshie." This was a fun, quippy conversation, wasn't it? Not like talking to Tater. Tater just went along with a lot of what she said. This was like a Spicy Boss Bitch Pokemon battle sort of conversation. She liked it. Not that she didn't like hanging with tater, but a change of speed kept things interesting.
Her fun had been interupted by their guests. L smirked as the native asked if she could fight. "What about me doesn't scream bad bitch?" Maybe the part where she was a 12 year old with a pink stun gun. She felt cool when she caught it, though. She wasn't any good at catch.
L Was standing in the middle of the room when the men charged in. Why? Well, she had no concept of self preservation, for one. She was immediately shot in the head and chest, falling ass over teakettle, and laying there for a solid beat.
One of the men was running perpendicular to her for cover from the native when she suddenly sat up, revolver in her hand, teeth gritting. BLAM BLAM "YOU F#$KIN!" BLAM BLAM. "TORE MY!" BLAM BLAM. "BAD ASS NINJA SUIT!" The man was hit four times before he stumbled into the wall and slid down it. Cursing, the little lady, who picked compressed led from its stamp on her forehead and tossed it to the side, climbed to her feet and tossed the revolver to the side, walking calmly toward the other man in cover.
He shot her four times before she dove in, and they started wrestling over control of the stun gun, which made a terrible zapping sound as she tried to get the gouche with all of her might.
Zek approved of Bowsette. Damn Straight, she was a gosh damn gem of a ride. "What can I say? I'm a bad b#$%^ with a bank account." Strike a bad ass gangster pose~ She was driving? Good! She liked to drive fast!
She skuttled to the driver side, grunting with effort as she climbed up into her booster seat, placing her feet onto the pedal extenders. It was clear this ride was custom as @#$%. She looked over and grinned widely as he produced a dangerous duffle and shucked a shotgun. "... The world is not prepared for our badassery."
The SUV was complete with a black leather interior, mini cooler, chamapaign bucket, and yes... there was a snack cubbie. Mama could eat what ever she wanted and not gain weight.
Zek loudly announced their quest, and L turned on the engine and revved it. "Yes... I know what we must do..."
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"Uhhh, I'll get and extra order of onion rings... And... Um... Oh, Can we get one, no make that two, two ice cream cones... And a greasy taco bucket.... Uh, Did you want anything else?" What? They had to stop by Greasy King... How could they not stop by Greasy King? It was on the way.
Pulling up to the window to get their food, L watched as a drone carrying a package way too heavy for it started to putter past down the street. "huh... do we just... like... shoot at it?" She dug out her credit card and paid real quick. "Where do you think the duder guarding it is?"
They got their food, and L sped off, one hand grasping a small gun and the steering wheel at the same time, the other one digging through a bag of fast food for some fries.
L's cheeks poofed up as she was spoken over, and she ran off to follow Zek's new pokemon to the docks. She crossed her hands and huffed. What was she doing getting all direct and business like? She was her plus 1! As she wandered off, the other two skittered as well.
That just left her and... Her eyes drifted to her fellow snappily dressed glamster. Three rapid blinks flapped out as he cracked his crazy bendy straw of a neck. They did look pretty baller. And their job didn't exactly sound... hard. So... fun, right?
The Dumpster disappeared, and L plopped down to her feet, expecting the change in scenery due to a slightly better understanding of Blupac's power. "Taterthot's gotta head start, sure, but we've already got points for style!" She walked forward to retrieve her guns, neatly ducking his held out attempt to capture her. "Pshh! I got a car! We're goin in style, Capische?!" Grasping the two small weapons, she turned a started walking toward the giant, bright pink SUV parked around the corner.
"Wait, do you wanna drive, or should I?" He pulled out a Howdy Kitten Keychain with far too many keys on it, looking to catch sight of him again.
Here, we find the native Blue Tongued Skink in his natural habitat. In this case, his territory has been invaded by another snack pursuing predator. See how they share a tense moment; will they battle to the death, or decided to hunt together? The skink will decide. Another moment of staring, both predators ready to pounce... And then... Acceptance. The Skink has accepted the young one's offering. They will work together... this time. L smiled and posed with her glasses before the smiley guy decided to do stuff.
Mister wall walkie Mc.Motorcyle said some stuff, and then suddenly decided he was going to join the dumpster party. "Ohshi-" Thump! She stepped back against the metal wall of the dumpster, looking the man up and down as he landed like a gymnast. Wait, was that green skin? Huh. She looked over to Juniper quickly before turning back to him as he asked her a question. She puffed out her cheeks, and crossed her arms.
"Try indestructible."
The truly hot lady spoke up, asking about what the plan was. L sighed and leaned against the lip of the dumpster to listen as the green man was suddenly pokeballed. She listened to the description of things and stuff as she lazily reached out and grabbed some cheesy puffs as they were offered. "Sweet." They would have to sign him up for one of those by-mail monthly snack boxes... did those deliver to dumpsters?
L paused as they were asked which shipment people wanted to attack... Wait, they were splitting up? @#$^! She needed to find a partner. @#$^! No one was volunteering. Wait, which one would be the easiest? All of these people seemed strong, right? Three groups, six people? Pick one, and who ever comes with you can do all of the work. One sounded like it involved a car chase, soooo no. One was up in the air, which seemed like a huge hassle... nope. That left...
"Sea!" A nice boat ride sounded pleasant by comparison.
OHSHI- His head snapped around! Like... The Exorcism movie! L jumped back, eyes wide for a moment as he assessed her. He then proceeded to incinerate the vending machine into nothingness while leaning against it?
"But... I thought you wanted it... Why did you destroy it?" Her face was screwed up in confusion for a long moment as her eyes glanced down to the slushie. Wait... When had he gotten another one of those?
"W- What is..."
He asked what was next. L blinked a few times, and looked down the hall back into the shop. "Well... We have a few more rooms to look through for people, and then we see what we can find to get this place shut down by the NYPD for good so it isn't my problem anymore."
She shrugged and turned toward the hallway once more. "Then I collect my paycheck and buy you some snacks or something."
Heading back toward the shop she eyed the other two doors. One still had loud music echoing from it. Sounded fun. She headed that way.
Within, a man was back against a bench press, lifting a weight that someone should probably have a spotter for. Another man was digging through a portable cooler for a beer that might be at the bottle. L peeked in quietly and started to formulate a plan
Whaaat? He didn't think that was cool? She'd had no idea it would happen that way, but she thought it was impressive as heck! See? She slid a paint bucket and he was out like a light! #@$%in gold! He walked out, and her hands lifted up to the heavens for her to lament for a moment before rolling her eyes and kicking the slouched man with a paint bucket stuck to his foot once more.
She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed for a moment, before she heard muffled voices around the corner. Oshi- was he about to get killed?! She had to see this!
Little legs puttered in about as she followed him into the back room just in time to see one of the men vanish. Woof, this kid was brutal. Moments later another one disappeared. Man, he was definitely leading in kill count. She did a bit of a slow clap as she walked into the room. "Wow... Great j-" Wait, was he hugging that vending machine.
L stared quietly for a moment.
This boy. Wowie. He was. Wow. "You... like vending machines?" The look on her face displaying absolute consternation perfectly. "I just... I mean, if you want snacks, I can get you snacks."
She walked further into the room, peering into the vending machine for a moment before looking toward the exit. "I mean, you're helping me, so... We can try to find a way to get it out for you, I guess? When we are done?"
Let's see... catering bills, government spending receipts, contacts, church donations... Nothing significant in drawer two. L looked up as Elke started talking again, nodding as she mentioned her reason for being the one who stepped up. "Yup. Someone's got to, right?" She smiled a bit before looking down again to mess with the third one when she started talking about something else.
"Yeah... I followed that one. Really hoped it would pass... Do you have a rat in that race? With Mutants?" The care on that subject had definitely caught her attention. She was staring at her now. All ears.
She walked across, pulling a crowbar and popping the bottom drawer open. "Well, so much for them not knowing what we were here for. The more of a heads up we have that we are going to #@$% with them the more they can prepare, Moose." She sighed, and started digging through the bottom drawer.
Huh. Pictures in here. Photo opp with some random old guy. She didn't recognise him. Ah! What was this... some hand penned letters. Okay, now they were getting somewhere!
There was a commotion ringing down the hallway into the more isolated office. Voices? Someone else was here? L tucked all of the paper into her tumtum, and looked to Elke. "Expecting anyone?"
"Noklai! Gasoline!" The words ecoed clearly into the room, and Elke spat her annoyance. Why were the Russians here?
Damnit... "We have to deal with them... Maybe we can implicate them?" That might work. No defense would arise if they thought the people who burnt the place down accidentally died in the fire, right?
"I'm getting that back..." She muttered under her breath as she crossed her arms and walked along. Still, she couldn't say she didn't like this young woman's motivations for wanting to burn these offices to the ground.
Honestly, L was all about pairing up with people who got things done and letting them do the work for her, and Moose here seemed the type to get things done. "So... Why go through all of this effort, though? Everyone knows this guy sucks. Most people don't do a thing and hope it will all turn out well in the end. Why aren't you the same?" Sure, motivation was one thing, but plenty of people had the same motive to mess with this guy. Here the scrappy Moose was, though, the first to burn this guy to the ground. If by just a few minutes.
They made it to the office, and the door was still open. L frowned. Left like this, they definitely would have sifted through the burnt building and found that the office was left open. This complex housed a few different businesses and government programs, so burning it down without leaving a trace would make it less obvious what had happened or why.
Elke closed the door behind them as they walked in. "Depends. Can you try to find a key for the file cabinet's secured drawer? I can dig through the others while you are doing that."
She got right to work, dragging a chair to the filing cabinet in order to climb up and open the wide top drawer and start rifling through things. She paused as she noticed a small revolver tucked away in it. "Any luck? See if they taped it under the counter." She casually grabbed the gun and tucked it in her tumtum.
Looking through these files... yeah... nothing so far. Nothing juicy anyway. Maybe some evidence of misuse of funds, but that was pretty much everywhere in the government. No, they needed something more concrete.
"F@#$ WHERE?!" L spun in place and crouched low before noticing there was no giant monster Moose around. Looking back, she let out an embarassed giggle and and cleared her throat. "Ahem."
She hopped up to her full, tiny height, and turned toward the stairs. "All we need is the right few pieces of paper! Fold em up, pop them into the tum tum and skip off to ladida with a smoking building behind us."
She followed the Moose, satisfied with having sort of gotten her way, but still eying her with the stink. "You gonna gimme Mrs Piggy back?"
Lips smacked as she asked why she was here in the first place. "He sucks. Also, he'd likely taking scratch from the russian mob. In return, he scratches their backs. Can't have that, as the russian mob doesn't like my people. We don't like them back, so hey!Presto, here I am trying to hurt their corrupt little friends!"
She followed the taller native, glancing up at her as they walked up the stairs, and then looking off to the side a bit. "So why are you here?"
Oh my great gracious goodness. There was a long moment in which she just... stared at him. Was... Was he for real? He was. Or, he was really committed to this gag. If so, it was honestly an odd sort of amazing. A normal person might panic and freak out at this guy, but honestly, she was completely invincible. She wasn't worried about anything that could happen to her here. It was all a matter of performance and reward over anything else.
And... She wanted to do good. So there was that. She also wanted to have fun doing it. It was really a conundrum. He remained deadpan in his delivery of the charades charade. In truth, he was totally #@$%ing with her. There was simply no way he was this much of an ignoramus.
Maybe. The guy under the car just made it to the point where he could see the surprise! strangers in his shop before he was pokeballed. Well, incinerated completely as far as she was concerned. She blinked a few times, and smoosh faced for a second. "I mean... I guess that works. Sorta hoping to use the environment a little more-"
A stocky man walked out of the back room rubbing grease from his hands onto his pants. L turned and slid the paint can across the floor a few feet into his footfalls as he stepped up, eyes widening as he caught sight of them while stepping into the paint bucket, tripping, and smacking his head on an engine lifted with a block harness.
Her eyes widened at how well that worked before she blinked, and then turned toward Zek, making spirit hands and posing. "Tada!" He started to stir a little bit, and she pulled out her pink Howdy Kitten stun gun and zapped him in the forehead. "Okay, see, that's more what I was talking about. We do that to everyone here, and then dig through the place for clues!" She walked over to the little engine crane and tried to figure out how to lower the engine down onto the man to trap him in place.
They still had at least two other rooms to deal with, provided they all had people in them.
A lot happened. Quick. In chronological order, it played out as follows: L and Tater argues. "LOLSURE Is an agreement! I have proof on my phone!, and the grill is not dumb... It's... Well, it looks dumb on you, but I look like a goddam boss!" Banter further ensued. "Fine, but you're killing me, here." Not really. $150 was a lost eyelash to her. Juniper argued on, but there were more pressing concerns.
There was a full on Samurai standing before them, weapon drawn. L was about to get ratchet on her, but Juniper... lifted her up. "...Tater... I will find a way to cut you." Her little legs kicked about a bit as she shruggled, but then gave up quickly. Too much was going on. For one, L noticed a motorcylist with shin guards on trekking down the wall. Okay, sure. Why not? It wasn't like things could get any less strange.
Case in point. An oddly familiar woman dirfted down from on high. Woah, look at those cakes! In comparson, her's were flan. You know, not as fluffy and pretty much jelly. She hated and wanted to be her immediately. Oh, the Samurai spoke up... and... it was a woman? Woah, okay, wait though, she called L Juniper's child? "What did you just-" Juniper played along. "I hate you." Why did it have to be said by the person who had actually seen her knife and chainsaw collection?
Well, if the whole crew was here, she could remind the apparently shocked Juniper to set her down, and- The dumpster next to them suddenly shifted, and the lid burst open to reveal...
HIM.
And he was dressed like she was! Holy serendipity, Owlbearman. She had a matching partner after all! He told her to change. Her eyes widened. Her fists clenched. She opened her mouth to speak! She was yeeted at him. "Oh Motherf-
CLLLLAAAAANG. She stuck there for a flash of a moment, her twin scorpions flinging up into the air, and clattering to the ground as gravity took over, and she fell from her spot on the bottom of the lid with a tinny thud. It was silent for a moment, before she resurfaced with a burrito in her hand. "He's got snacks."
She tucked the burrito into her tumtum, looked over to Zek. She... couldn't be mad at him. At the end of their last encounter with each other, she'd just decided he was some sort of strange cryptid, and thus was in no way responsible for his own actions. Instead, she opted to enjoy the moment. "Tater, I was saving these for you, but since you didn't come dressed to code-" She flicked out two pairs of black shades, both bejeweled enough to be princessy, but not so much that they were no longer classy. She popped one pair on to complete her Glamster look, and held the others out toward Zek.
The Samurai spoke once more, saying stuff she mostly already knew. Wait, stop them? Nooo, they were just gathering evidence- Juniper chimed in, agreeing to get involved. Gears started turning. Wait... If she could get all of these bafoons to actually stop the Triad, put them in the ground... She could take all of he credit for it back at HQ, and maybe Senpai would notice her again, and- "Yeah, what Taterthot said about the triangles. I #$^kin hate shapes. Let's bust these bitches."
"What the f%^k?! We said matching costumes! I'm here is goddam gangster chic and you show up in a hoodie and flip flops?!" Yes. L was dressed as a modern mobster. Yes. She had invited Juniper with the idea that they would be dressing up together. Yes, she was sporting a golden grill. Custom made. Above the grill, a black fedora, below? A custom cut pinstripe suit that was sharp as @#$%.
And here she was, standing next to her hired help... who looked like she was about to Binge and simmer. Awesome. "Well, at least I'll look like a badass next to you."
Haven had many connections. She, had lots of money. A combination of the two had let her know that some criminals were moving into town that weren't about to pay any union dues. While Haven typically stayed out of mutant crime's way, this would shake things up a little too much, and might stir some trouble between the 5-0 and her kind. They couldn't have that.
So, L showed up. She'd made a reputation for herself as someone who got things done for Haven. Also, she brought Juniper along... Because... Well, Juniper had actually done most of the work half of the time L had gotten things done for Haven. As far as the heiress was concerned, this would be the same.
"I'm taking off fifty bucks for the clothing fauxpa." And look at that, she was already saving money. "At least try to look a little thuggish... I dunno, leer at people. Now c'mon... They're supposed to be up the street in the shipping district. Just have to get some proof of what they are doing, and skidadle. That way the police take care of it."
The pimped out 12 year old popped her bubblegum, and started wandering into the day alley, hands tucked into her coat pockets. A bulge in either side of the coat would inform a clever eye that she was strapped. Had to be prepared for anything, right?
Apparently, because an actual f#$king Samurai was waiting to ambush them in the alley. "@#$%!" A blade was drawn, and the little gangster stood there, a surprised look on her face. Had... they already run into a goon? Out came her two long clipped Intratek Scorpions. The .22 long rifle rounds didn't pack much of a punch, but could still be lethal. Devoid of any real fight or flight reflex due to her mutation, the little girl smiled, showing off her golden grill, and tried to be as intimidating at possible.
"Do you feel lucky, punk? Well... Do ya?" Yes, a movie line was the only thing that came to mind in the moment. It would have to do. She didn't look back to Juniper, sort of hoping the hoodie sporting 20 something would back her up.
Blue, doll-like eyes squinted at him as he chomped away at the last cookie. Rude! Clearly no one had ever told him that sharing was caring. Oh well, as long as he was the savage killer L thought he was, and he was on her side, they would be fine, here.
He had totally incinerated that dude, after all. What was dropping a car on some dude? Easy. Right? The lever was right there. You would have to be absolutely out of it not to know what she was getting at right away, right?
He started playing charades. What. The. Actual. F*%k? Her eyes buldged out as she motioned frantically toward the man, and then the jack release, and made an arm-cranky motion... wait, was he... witnessing the birth of christ? But... why though? I mean, excellent mime work, but, what? Wait, was he on a chariot now?
Incredulous. That was the only word to describe how she was feeling. Was this real life? Frustrated, the man under the car shook his hand and started shouting something in Russian.
L Shook her hands at him, looking to Zek. She shook her hands again. There was the telltale sound of someone moving about in the next room, though the loud music made it hard to tell what they were doing.
The man cursed impatiently, and started to slide out from underneath the vehicle. L hissed out, "The lever, you turd! Drop the car!"
