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.
"...You have lemon bars?" No! No distractions! They had work to do! L looked out into the room again, and then held up a finger over her mouth, before tiptoeing slowly into the room. She waved him in as she went, looking very much like the grinch stealing christmas as she stepped carefully across the room, stopping to turn toward him.
There was a jack holding up the car. She pointed to him, and then pointed to it, before nodding a head, and heading across toward the tool counter. They would need some material for all of this. What better than what they had on hand? Dainty gloved hands reached up to grab a heavy wrench as the man beneath the car paused, and spoke in a gruff voice.
"Demitri, that you? Need size 12 spanner." The man scooted out a slight bit, holding a blind hand out at if waiting for something. L looked to Zek, waving as if telling him to hurry. She turned and grabbed a paint bucket, starting to drag it across toward one of the entrances... Oh, someone had left a lighter out! Yoink!
"Smartassicus, got it." See, she could make nicknames, too. She watched him as his expressions changed, and squinted a little bit. "You takin this seriously? Cause this is some serious shit, okay? We gotta pull out all the stops, go ham on these fools!"
She paused at his round about way of asking her what her powers were. "Nothing can hurt me. Also, I sell people boxes of cookies until they go into diabetic comas."
Her eyes drifted down to his drink, and then back up to him.
"I figure it shouldn't be too hard to make something happen in there... They pretend to be an autoshop, and they've been fined for countless safety violations in the last few weeks. All we have to do is... go in... and get creative. Then, when we have free roam of the place, we find something flamable, and burn it to the ground. After I have what I need."
She raised an eyebrow at his threat, and then smiled a bit. "It'd be worth it. You coming, or not?"
With that, she would head toward the building, stepping out of the alley and striding toward an open garage door. Stopping at the side of it, she peeked in around the corner breifly. Okay... a couple things. A coffee pot was brewing against the wall of the small shop room. A man's legs were sticking out from beneath a car he was apparently working on. Music was drifting out from a neighboring room. Everywhere, there were oil slicks, loose tools, things hung up high, tripping hazards, badly done electrical. It was paradise for fans of the final stop series. You know, the ones where death hunted a bunch of teens with Rube Goldberg machines?
Operation ruin it for others was a shining success. One for the ages. She was biting her medal, flipping off the world, and kissing the nearest model, all the while seven steps down the podium as she celebrated under the water with a fist pump, and then surfaced with a wry grin.
The woman spoke first, and the grin washed away as she gave a dangerous stink face and replied firmly, "Kiddy pool? I'm thirty nine years old, hobag!"
The man chimed in as well, his irish accent cutting through her heart strings like a hot knife through butter. "Oh dam. Esmeralda over here certainly ain't snagged a hunch back. Yes. Yes I will gladly Marco your Polo." Was it a perfect coincidence that this woman looked like the female protagonist of the Hunchback of Notre Dam, and also shared her name? Probably. L didn't know that she'd guessed her name, and frankly, she didn't care.
She placed a serious expression on her face as she leaned in toward the man a bit, and spoke in a direct, calm tone. "You. Are a Tayto crisp sandwich... Catch my drift? I think you do. Without a doubt in the world. You sir, are an Irish snack." She then licked her lips, winked, but she didn't know how to wink so she just closed both eyes.
She paused for a second, blinking off a strange wave of... drunkness? Not that she even knew what being drunk was like, but boy did she feel loose! Her eyes landed on the lady again, and she smiled widely once more. "You're pretty, too. Hee hee."
The party had been getting sadly predictable, with a bunch of people splitting off into pairs and being... romantic.
Wellll, L wasn't going to get far with any of that. So? She was going to have some fun. Don't get me wrong, her mini entourage of young men was fun, but they were starting to catch on to her ruse. That fun being gone, it was time to derive entertainment from ruining the fun of others.
Okay, who looked like they were throwing mad game? Who needed to be put in their place? A quick scan found a target. a certain Mr. Suave was leaning in for a kiss with a ridiculously attractive woman. She looked like the dancer from that Drisney Hunchback movie, you know? Like she would drive a 1400's catholic archbishop insane just looking at her.
A success on his part simply would not fly in this situation. Target. Locked. Now, timing... Lean in initiated... wait for it. Wait for it. One second to contact.
"CANNON BALLLLL!" SPLLLASHHHH! How could such a small being create such a big splash?
This. Bitch. "What are you, 12? Gimme back my @#$%in weapon you doorknob." Her glare was venemous as the woman zipped up her coat pocket.
"Okay, I get the feeling like we are here for roughly the same thing, but you are just... Such a @#$^in pill right now. So let's start again. I am most @#$%in definitely not Helga. I'll let you call me L. Who are you?"
Her mostly hidden expression went flat when she mentioned getting everything on his computer. "So... There are still filing cabinets full of dirt up there... Government employees have been crazy about lately about cleaning their computers, but they still keep copies of everything around like idiots. We gotta get those papers before you go all pyro on this place."
She looked around the place, and over toward the offices. "There's no security inside, but I don't want to be here long. Mind helping me?"
Welp, here came the minor inconvenience of getting shot in the face several times. Or so she thought. Instead, a frozen ice man landed in front of her, and decided it was hug time. Since she was hogtied, there wasn't much she could do about that other than let out a quick - "What the @#$%-"
There was a loud crash as a large ice golem landed atop the van with a great crash, causing the confused men to start firing in every which direction.
The man asked the room a simple question, to which the struggling munckin chimed in with, "A surprising percentage of the people I meet!"
The Russians ran for cover, and a commotion was heard deeper in the warehouse as well... More were on their way. The large shadowy man cursed louldy in Russian and yelled as he ran toward the commotion,"It is X-Man. Get him!"
"Oh, that's nice. I mean, I had it handled, but... Could you untie me?" The little girl replied to the strangely familiar looking eyepatched man from her prone position.
The girl LAUGHED at her. What exactly was funny about a 12 year old in a fake ninja costume, sneaking into a state representatives office to steal dirt on the Russian mafia?! "Oh, come on! Give it a rest for a second, at least, while we work this #@$% out!"
She refused to give back Mrs.Piggy. ". . . Boo, I don't know who you think you are, but you gonna make a queen stab a @#$^& if you don't give me my property back."
She mentioned she was about to set the place on fire. "Fine! Set this place on fire with a child in it, see if I care. I'm not leaving til I have what I need." She huffed and crossed her arms, marching up to the woman to stare up at her with her defiant baby blues.
"You can call me... Princess... So, you're here for Bruce the Douche as well? You're torching the place... I can't let you do that until I have the dirt I need on him." She didn't see a bag for a big pile of papers on this girl, so she assumed she didn't have anything.
"You can't just burn down all this precious evidence!"
You know, it was a mixed bag, being invicible. I mean, the obvious side effects were terrible. Being stuck how she was... But also not getting knocked out after doing something embarrassing enough to warrant wanting to be in a coma.
She'd ended up landing on her tush, her grip on her trusty weapon lost, and her clothing a mess as she sat in a puddle of gasoline. Because of her afforementioned invulnerability, she wasn't the least bit throw off by the spill, which might have put a normal person in the hospital.
Therefor, she didn't miss the taller woman and her snide comment. Quickly jumping up the young spy took stock of the situation, and let out a hissing. "What the @#$^!" She looked down at herself again, and growled. "You, who are you, and why are you dousing this place in gasoline!? Cut that @#$% out!"
She stomped on over and held out her hand. "And give me back Mrs.Piggy! She's mine and she has work to do!"
Obviously, this woman didn't work here. She didn't sound Russian, so she was here on her own business. Apparently burning the place down.
Finally they landed! It was time to get this party started! L grabbed up her alligator floatie and started shuffling down he ramp, her smaller legs putting her behind much of the group as they neared the water.
Ohhhh, it was nice out here! She couldn't burn, either, so the sun was especially nice knowing it would give her no negative drawbacks. The princess went on ahead as Sam listed the local entertainment options.
Andddd, as soon as the question came up about snorkeling, the good lady dropped trow in public. Oh boy. I mean, wow, but also, no.
"OOOKAY, as the only adult here, I'm gonna hafta put at stop to this!" L marched on up to the princess and reached for an arm to drag her off into the bushes. "It's against the law to be nude in public, and while you are... absolutely flawless, Like... dang. No, nope, We're gonna dig into the collection and find you something to wear."
A surprising amount of skimpy swimwear could fit into her little hand bag, and while some of it was decidedly L sized, some would fit universally. The young woman would end up with several options.
Moments later, L would wander from the bushes, patting her hands together. "Alright, it's not perfect, but at least it's not a T shirt and swim trunks." She eyed Juniper as if her choice in fashion were a crime. Her eyes drifted to Cora as well, and she grinned. Not bad at all. It was impossible to miss her staring at Ice Chipn'dale, though. She didn't need threads to see what was going on there.
So. It had been a difficult week. Like. A get dragged into a van, shot at several times, and saved by an honest to goodness X-Man sorta bad. To some people, that was a good thing, but to her, that meant one of them knew her face. Not ideal.
Even so, little EllaLouise told herself in an effort to self motivate, she couldn't give up the ghost yet! There was much work to be done, and the Russians were just... so damned hard to crack. Well... Until he ran across a rumor that a certain congressional representative might be accepting money from them. That might be promising. You see, where the Russians were great at hiding their paper trail, the government definitely was not.
So, the little southern belle was dressed in a Sleek ninja suit! so that she wouldn't stand out(she totally did). Why? So she wouldn't get caught sneaking into said representatives offices. They were out of town right now, so security was lax. So lax, in fact, that the back window was already open! It almost looked like the latch was busted, actually. They should have looked into that, but it was good news for her that they didn't! With a grunt, she managed to huff herself over the window sil, and land in a heap, adjusting her ninja mask quickly before rolling under a nearby desk as smoothly as she could.
She bumped into the chair, was momentarily tangled in it, and had to slowly extract herself before peering around the corner of the desk at the room. This wasn't the right office... They loaned out space to other businesses as well, dentists, lawyers, in this case, a chiropractor. The door to the main hall was wide open. Another convenience! She grinned to herself, and tiptoed out into the hall, pausing as she smelled something.... off.
Was that gasoline? Strange... She shrugged, and wandered over to a directory... Lets see... one floor down, and in the far corner. Okay... Easy enough. The tiny diva reached into her ninja mini purse and pulled out her pink stun gun, sneaking down toward the stairs... That smell was getting more intense... Gosh, it was like it was just under her fee-
"Gah!" She slipped on a puddle, and started tumbling down the stairs, which were marble, mind you, so it would look pretty harsh as she started falling end over end toward a person who just happened to be emptying out a whole container of accelerant in a sort of trail down the stairs.
Okay, so it turned out, finding dirt on the russians was more difficult that messing with the italian mob. For one, they were much more diligent about letting their leaders walk around casually.
For another, they covered their tracks well, with single operations being well contained and barely leaving a paper trail to any other branches of their mafia.
Finally, they were lucky and seemed to have great eyesight. So, when she was snooping around following one of their break in crews to get pictures, one of them spotted her, and threw her into their van. So, now, she found herself in a familiar situation.
EllaLouise Gartner was tied up in the back of an unmarked van. Mind you, she was working on getting out. She kept a scalple in her open stomach wound for just such an occasion. Getting it to poke out required some practiced maneuvering, but soon it was rubbing against the rope with every movement of her body.
What was, until the van came to a stop, and she was lifted out by her hogties, and dropped unceremoniously into the pale beam of light coming down from the skylight above.
A giant of a man's form could be seen in the shadows, and a deep voice echoed out as a hand motioned, and the other men's weapons were trained on her.
"Someone has been snooping in our operations. My men describe... little girl, takes picutre with her phone. Tries to hide when seen. We go out on business, and... low and behold. Here is little girl, try to take picture. Try to hide when seen. Easy peasy. Little girl. Tell me why I don't kill you right now, throw you in the sea?"
L, from her well secured position, surrounded by men with guns, looked up with a bored expression, and shrugged as best she could. "Woof, nice monologue, fatty. By all means, give it a go. I'm a sh$%ty swimmer, so you've got that going for you. I'll miss this dress, though."
Not taking kindly to being called fat, the man gave the order, and the men started shooting.
The line of questioning about his powers yielded no results. She huffed a bit. She thought the line about the newt was pretty clever.
She squinted through puffed cheeks as he casually sipped at his drink. L was honestly confused about this guy. On the one hand, he was witty. On the other hand, he was so... nonchalant. Smug, even. The developing crush ebbed quickly as he took his sweet time deciding if he would help her.
During this time, he went from hopeful, to confused, to slightly mad looking, to deadpan. She crossed her arms and folded them, tapping her feet impatiently. And, there came the chipper response. Cool, she was into it. "Deal, and if you cally me Judge Judy again I'll taze you in the taint." Just like that, the devilish smile was back on her lips as she turned to exit the alley.
"Call me L. Here's the plan. We sneak in. We find ways to make it look like each and every one of the people in there had a terrible accident, and then we search the place for clues. If it all goes bad, you turn people into newts and I'll zap everyone you miss." I mean, anything could happen. Worst case scenario Mr Slushy ended up dead and she left, right?
No harm no foul.
"Sound like a plan?"
No one was outside of the building at this point... There were probably a few ways to get in. The front door, a fire escape leading to a roof or second floor entrance. Options were nice.
His heart bled. His nose might have to. She hadn't yet decided. Actually, she wasn't set on a lot of things yet. Did she like this boy? He wasn't likable so far, but she almost exclusively liked unlikable people, so that meant nothing. She squinted at him. He had no way of knowing it had been 20 years since she'd gotten a christmas present, but that didn't mean she couldn't be grumpy about it.
Her little eyebrow rose when he stated he hadn't vaporized anyone. Her hand motioned to the empty space where the man had been. "So, uh... what did you do? Also, that's- No, it's not important. What did you do? Turn him into a newt? Are you a witch?" She glanced about for any newts.
He spoke about hoes. She stared at him. That was pretty decent word play. She was impressed. On it went with the desserts. She stared more. Aww, #@$%, he was witty. It was a crush now. Son of a- Change the subject.
"Since you're so curious. Motherf#@$er jones here is a member of the Russian mafia. Ima bout to end his whole carreer. I was trying to learn more but I was spotted. Situation is too f@#$y, now, so I gotta improvise..." Maybe... Maybe she didn't need to frame the Italians... Make it look like an accident. Oh! Take them all out, and make it look like a series of unfortunate accidents! Then, she could poke around a little bit, get any evidence to hold over the Russian's heads, and call it a night!
She had a tub of rocky road at home with her name on it just waiting for a night of Binge(MRO netflix) and Binge(actual bingeing).
"I'm an excellent judge of character. You look like the type to do fun things for sh#$s and giggles. You in for a good time, maybe earn some money on the side? If not, there's always walking away and pretending you never saw anything. That's an option."
So, her knight in shining armor made some observations. He was an observant knight in shining armor. Those were the worst. What ever happened to the good ol days, when you could point a hero in a general direction and they would go fight the bad guys for you?
To be blunt, the boy wasn't moved by her oscar worthy performance. He took a long slurp of his slushy. She dropped the hands shed been using to cover her totally weeping eyes, and puffed her cheeks up at him as he thoughtfully mused about where her totally real sister was being sold to. So, definitely not a nice guy; he could still be in a boy band, though. "I mean, well, obviously." She gritted her teeth as he went on, and stared at him for a long few seconds.
"I haven't gotten christmas presents since I was 12." She stated bluntly, standing there in all of her 12 year old looking glory. Her cheeks deflated, and she placed her stun gun back into her limited edition Howdy Kitten purse from the exclusive 1989 run. "So, you ain't fallin for that @#$%, huh? What're you, some sorta vigilante? You often vaporize random men who are bothering women?"
"Okay, then, what motivates you. y'want money? Hoes? Other gardening implements? You're a mutant. How's about helpin a sister out, eh? Help me serve some just desserts and i'll make it worth your while, eh? Plan A didn't work, so I could use a hand."
L never looked worried in life threatening situations. It was a side effect of her mutation, perhaps. She always knew she would be fine. What where they going to do? Kill her? Still, this man was large, and she was little. When he grabbed her hand, she wasn't going to get free of her own strength. As he dragged her to the alley, she protested, planting her feet and being moved along just the same.
She needed to find an opening. Maybe he would let go to check on his friend when they actually got into the alley. Her eyes darted about for a solution as he maintained his grip while he leaned in to shake his friend. Suddenly, a voice chimed in. L looked up just in time for a... shining ball came in and hit the man, making his disappear. Well, that worked.
The other man stirred for a moment, slowly opening his eyes. She pulled her pink stun gun from her howdy kitten mini purse and zapped him again. After a moment of pause, she zapped him again, and then stepped back to look over to the boy. Oh, he'd asked her something.
She looked him up and down quickly... Huh. He looked like... a drisney kids live action male protagonist. Or like... The kid in the teen boy band that everyone called the chubby one, even though he wasn't exactly chubby... oh! Or like a nice guy that might actually be a nice guy! Either way, he seemed to have completely vaporized a 6'2 russian.
He was useful. She looked away for a second to hide a mischevious grin, before looking back with a straight face. "Oh my gosh, you are a life saver! He was gonna sell me to a peruvian child trafficking ring!" I mean, some of that might be true. "and you know what? There's a bunch of them in there!" She pointed at the building she'd been staking out.
New plan. She was taking out this cell, and then planting evidence that it was the italians who did it. That would get them squabbling amongst each other. Haven would benefit from the chaos. This white knight here could be helpful if she could convince him to help... Idea. "They... They have my sister in there... I dunno what they are gonna do to her..." aaaand, put on the pouty face, look like you are about to ugly cry! OSCAR WORTHY ACTING YOU DEVILISH HO, YOU!
