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's a party without good company? "One without me there, sweety. Where we goin?" She sniffled a little bit, slightly confused about what was happening, here, but willing to play along.
Tater introduced them. "L. You can call me L... I will call you... Dope Cut. Nice hair. How do you know Taterthot?"
The girl looked almost bored introducing herself. Her cool demeanor would be vastly overshadowed by the threads of a thousand schoolgirl crushes. Like... 20 years worth of a phase that should only last a couple years max. And then... one big thread of unrequited love. Oh, Devon. All will be compared to you, and none will add up. Also, none of them will date me anyway so WHY DOES IT #@$$^ING MATTER IM 12, AHHHHHHH.
Totally calm.
"Running? What? We aren't just going to the pool?" Nope, they weren't going to the pool. Not at all. In a way, and knowing the sort of stuff Juni got into, it really wasn't all that surprising that this wasn't going to be a simple pool party.
It was a strange text. Maybe some sort of prank? No, while the date was eerily prank day adjacent, Taterthot didn't seem the type for elaborate pranks. Also, EllaLouise knew the location she'd been invited to. They had a pool. A bathing suit wasn't completely out of question. Cold didn't exactly bother her. Sure! Pool party at the mutant school. Why not.
Oh, and since she had a sort of job again, her inheritance was once again at her fingertips.
She arrived in a limo. "Wait outside for me, sweety, would you? I'll want to get ice cream after."
The confused driver looked around, and asked when she would be back. She lowered her too large for fer face shades and gave a dismissive look. "No idea. Tata!" The little one strode confidently up to the front gates of the mansion, and let herself in. How? Well, technically she was registered as a student here. Frankenstein's monster had registered her under kind pressure when she'd visited the place on a whim.
With that newly again rich girl swagger the tiny 12 year old 30 something walked into the garden, seeing the familiar Juniper as well as... someone?
Little money bags was looking classy in a One piece bathing suit , accessorized by the giant sunglasses, a large alligator blow up, money sign swimmies and a little dolphin purse.
As she made her way to the two, she gave a single nod to the woman she didn't know as she put her phone in her purse, looking to Juinper. "Wacha got, Tatherthot? Why am I here?"
"@#$^, they make them like that in Montana? I thought they only had grass and cows out there." She popped back behind the cushion when Juniper offered her friend... Well, shit, it didn't exactly work like that, did it? She gritted her teeth a little bit, and rolled off of the couch.
"Eh, he's probably just into boys."
She walked around the couch and over to Juniper, her hands on her hips as she looked down at the man stuck to the floor. "Thanks, I like it, too."
She nodded her head about. "Something like that. Just go there, tell me what you see. Make them think you're a human... I dunno. Maybe go a few times if you need to. Then see what they are up to. See if the rumors are true."
The bottle on the table remained completely ignored. She didn't need to drink, after all.
"I dunno... Couple weeks I guess. It can't be a scary as this was, right?" She looked down to the man, who was struggling still. "Good question. Got a hack saw?"
And then the door burst open, and...
A man in a cape walked in. Holy @#$% is was montana. L looked at him with a flat expression, and then eyed the number on his chest.
"Jees, that man's thighs could crush cocrete... and yet his @$% looked like it was as soft and supple as a georgia peach. Did you order that sumbitch online or something?"
She paused as Juniper complained about being found and shrugged, walking over to the couch and leaning over the back to fall onto the cushion, her legs hanging over the back. "I dunno, maybe don't @#^& everything that doesn't look like david @#$%ing letterman? I swear you'd bump in the bushes with a spork if it sang well enough. Probably letterman, too, based on some of the guys I talked to." She sounded casual about it, but honestly, she was super jelly. But not, because cooties, but yes because cooties weren't real.
#@$^ she needed the bottom 75% of puberty so bad. The girl wasn't bothered by the assassin? Really? Damn. Niel Degrasse Tyson eat your heart out, we really did have a bad ass here!
She asked the ever important 'why', "Oh, cause there's a cult. Well, they think it's a cult. Rumor has it they hate mutants, so I was figuring you could pop in with your normal looking self and just take a gandie for me. Another 15 smackers in it for ya!"
She paused, and her head poked up over the couch cushions when the girl asked her name. "... What's wrong with Blondie? I like Blondie. I'm Blondie, you're taterthot. Done."
L was told not to taze. She pouted visibly, throwing out an, "awh!"
Xavier blanched and spit out the word. "Assassin?!" before looking at both of them confused again, and then turned to Juniper as she asked why he was naked. "Uh, my powers sometimes-"
He was cut off by Juniper asking L something. L shrugged. "I have pictures and... a lot of people know you! Like, lots of guys. Oh! The ice cream man pointed out the building though. He's a pretty cool guy."
Xavier's eyes were spinning like they'd been replaced by @ symbols as they talked, and he wavered in place. Was this a nightmare of some sort? It had to be, right? He wasn't wearing pants. Juni shooed him away, and he looked down at the guy on the floor for a second, and then nodded sheepishly, wandering out toward his apartment in a haze.
L smiled smugly as she held out the envelope. "Told ya, Tater, 1500 bucks!" She crossed her arms, and waggled her eyebrows, looking down to the assassin. "I mean, this guy didn't drop by for no reason. Didn't think he'd try and get rid of you, though. You cool with that?" She shrugged. "Anyway, How do you feel about cults?"
He'd assassinated Taterthot! That girl was her blackmail buddy! His taint had to be tazed! She was gonna taze that taint like she was an angry Elijah Wood! Her foe had dropped quickly with the first surprise taze, dropping his gun. From there he was easy prey!
Her fun was suddenly interrupted when brawny arms grabbed her and started trying to pull her off. "Let me go! I must avenge that wonderful hoe!"
From there the door suddenly opened to reveal a very alive Juniper. Oh. She grabbed both her and whoever was holding her, and they were suddenly in a small apartment. There, L finally got a chance to see who had grabbed her.
As if from a cartoon, she went red starting at her feet and working her way to her face. Holy hot viking strippers batman, it was a @#$^ing chipndale dancer minus the cuffs. L stared. He shied away, as if realizing the depth of the situation.
Suddenly the man was back inside as well, and Juniper was yelling at her. "What? I came here to pay you! And to, uh, talk about more business opportunities... Is, uh, Rocky here safe to talk around? Also, is he your naked manservant or something? Can I have one?" She eyed Xavier up and down once more, reaching down to taze the downed man in the nether once more.
The eggheads and bean counters were barely out the door when Sveta started to speak. By the time she finished her sentence L had already hopped onto the deck and smacked her folder down on the table, causing several photographs to slide out of it.
"Bam!" She did her best MRO'Lagase impression, turning to the older looking younger woman and grinning.
"Lorenzo Bagati, Local Mafia head, in charge of a lot of this area. Relies on his ties through marriage to the cartells in columbia~" She acted like she was wall researched on this, but most of this was common knowledge to anyone slightly nosey. "He is notoriously hard to catch doing anything illegal, but, BUT, if his wife, a daughter of a cartell kingpin, finds out he's fooling around behind her back? Well, he'll end up fittin in a bucket!"
EllaLouise motioned to the pictures, showing a young blonde woman, maybe 19, 20 years of age walking right up to the man, them talking, and then kissing a whole lot. "That's where I come in. My friend here got him to open up to a photo op pretty quick, if I do say so myself!" L was clearly on cloud 9, bringing this in so quick. It was honestly Exhilirating, this stuff. She felt like a spy or something.
"If you want more, I can go after the other side, but I figured this would show you I'm no slouch!"
Everything went off without a hitch, and she'd been given more time to find more dirt to dig up on the other crime factions in the area. That meant more money, and maybe even a prospect for long time employment with Haven. L sipped her mocha frappe honcka chonka latte with 3 pumps of vanilla, skim milk and three sleeves. She was very particular about her dranks.
She was also feeling guilty. She'd left that little taterthot out in the cold when she'd been the star of the 'getting this job' show. She sorta felt like she owed her. Because she did. She absolutely did. She owed her 1500 dollars. Which she had. In an envelope. It was surprisingly small. Like, when you pictured 1500 dollars in your head you never really pictured 15 bills in a tiny lil stack.
Aaaanyway. It had taken her a little bit to track the girl down. You know, like about the time it might take a hit man to do it. That was a standard measurment, right? L stood inside the enclosure to the apartment complex, looking at the mail slots for the last name she'd dug up... brown, broooooown, brown... ah... okay, 3-26. One short elevator ride, she was stepping out onto the third floor when
BAM!.....
BAM BAM BAM.
"@#$%%!" Right, standard measurments and all. The little blonde girl in a grey dress with buttons fished out a stun gun from her purse and charged into the hall, screaming out a battle cry as she turned the corner into a man trying to force his way into a metal door.
She closed her eyes, held down the zapper, and waved it like mad as she launched her little body at the man.
Yup. It was full of money nerds. She was good. Ash could smell a money nerd from miles away. She had money, and it was old money. Money nerds were attracted to old money like mosquitoes, so she'd seen them a lot when she was younger. Like mosquitoes she'd managed to ward them off by beating them with flyswatters.
Sveta came to her aid, and she straightened out her dress, giving a quick nod, conceding the need for help, while not vocalizing it.
"Ms. Gartner. I assume you are here to see me?"
L paused, and looked back at the door.
"This is your office, innit?" She answered shortly, and with a sarcastic bite. She looked around at the nerds staring at her, and sniffled. "Yuh gonna send these people back to their bean dungeons to count in comfort?" She started waving the folder at the seated people as if to shoo them out. "Momma's got an important meeting, more milk later! shoo! Shoo!"
It didn't hurt that she had wonderTHOT to thank for a perfect photo op. She'd gathered some real beef on a Mafia head. So, she figured she'd get that to the lady in charge promptly, right? They'd just developed, so she hadn't wasted any time grabbing them and getting here.
As she walked out of the elevator to the office floors, the receptionist tried to tell her that Ms.Sergeyeva was in a meeting. Too bad! This was important! Plus, it was cool to barge in on a meeting with important info, right? They did it in movies and TV shows all of the time. All she had to do was slam the doors open and charge in!
BOOF!
The doors to Svetlana's office wiggled a little bit. Then there was a curse, and a grunt as one of them slowly pulled open, and the 12 year old woman struggled to open the door and stride in. She fixed her hair and dress for a second before looking up to see what she was walking in to. That was embarrassing.
Believe it or not, L had a lot of practice looking really dead. She used to jump off of buildings for fun and freak people out, so laying there, eyes wide open and splayed out perfectly still, she was a perfect moniker of a dead girl.
One might not even notice she was laying on top of a baseball bat, though everything in the back of the cab was so tossed around and beat up that even if they did, they probably wouldn't think much of it. Also, these guys didn't seem to think much in the first place. After Akshay yelled out, there was a stream of curses, a little scuffle as the men blamed each other for her apparent demise, and then the open and slam shut of doors as the two men exited the vehicle, and walked around back.
The two back doors opened to reveal their spot in a dark alleyway, traffic zooming past the crack at the end of the spot between two large buildings.
"Awww, crap, She seemed so tough! You were too damn rough, Arny! @#$%!" The taller, skinnier of the two crawled into the back to check on her while the other one growled and climbed in toward Akshay to check his bonds, pausing to turn toward the other guy as he was accused. "ME!? You were the one drivin! Drive like a @#$%in animal!" With that he turned fully away from the Hollywood eliteish to point at the other man in an accusatory manor.
L looked back at the woman as she visibly pouted. Wow. What a child. Apparently, though, not a stupid child; she was sure to ask questions to clarify exactly what was going on here. The little lolita looked around as the rounded a corner, spotting what she was looking for. "He's a mobster, I guess. He runs this area, and he has a wife who is related to the columbia drug cartells. I'm trying to get dirt on him to make him stop doing bad stuff. If he gets caught cheating, he will end up in a box."
She casually leaned against the wall of the alley, motioning out with her adorable little head. "He's on the corner next to the bar. Open button up with a wife beater underneath. Smoking. I know he's cheating already, but he's smart about it, so I was going to have to lay in a crawl space for a week to get a picture of him. This is faster. Strike up a conversation, and then give him a smooch, and we should be good to go. The more into it he is, the better."
She smiled and crossed her arms. "Well. You into it? Not something a hero would do, but it's for a good cause, ain't it?" God, if this worked... She could really get this dirt without having to do ANY work? Inside she was smiling like a long horned devil.
"I'll throw in an extra 500 if you make it really juicy~"
Money did the trick. Great! She didn't have any, but she couldn't have known that. L looked down at her little watch, nodding a bit. He'd be outside of the bar around now. L looked up as the woman lit up a cigarette. Oh, good, she didn't mind smoking. That was helpful.
The woman was talking about how she definitely wasn't a hero, and L nodded. "Yup, uh huh. yeahp. So, we'll have to walk down a block and a half to get where I am hoping to go. There's this guy, probably hanging out outside of a bar, and if not he'll pop out soon for a smoke... He's a not great person, and his social image is very important to him. I want you to kiss him, so I can take pictures of it and blackmail him into not doing bad things in the area. Sound good?" She was already walking as she talked.
"I can give you 1000 dollars for that. And I'll keep you in mind if I need anything else similar done in the future." She looked back to see if the girl was still there. She had other plans for how to get this done, but this would be soooo much easier than downloading unsavory stuff on his hard drive when he wasn't home, or finding out how to get access which adult websites he subbed to.
L didn't seem to mind the smoke. A close look would show that she only breathed when she needed to talk anyway.
Leverage. That was a word. L sat quietly for a moment, seemingly locked in deep thought. How was she going to get leverage on members of local gangs? Identifying them was one thing, finding their hide outs another. But leverage.
She was going to have to be crafty. Get dirty. Under handed. You know, this just might end up being a good way to relieve some stress.
She then looked up to Svetlana once more, nodding firmly, and standing up. "Okay then. It sounds like I'd better get to work. I look forward to your info, and my first paycheck."
With that, she turned to walk toward the exit, stopping only to look back for a moment and state plainly. "Tell Devon he really owes me for this."
Amused, but quickly getting annoyed at the presence of the combined oafs, L continued to tag along through their little exchange. Some time mid-way through, the eternal youth looked away in thought and tapped her chin a few times. Huh.
Maybe this hero could be useful?
The two men ran off, and L couldn't help but give the woman's performance a slow clap. "Wow. That was. Wow. I gotta say, I pegged you for a @#$%head, but I like your style, honestly." She paused for a second, and looked around as they came out of the alley.
"Hey, you like doing good deeds, right? What If I said you could help me with something, and do a good deed both at the same time?" She paused for a second, and then added in. "And you could earn some money on the side, too, if that helps."
The little girl still had the smaller knife, and was digging underneath her finger nails with it, cleaning them without regard to its sharpness.
