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.
'Independent contractor' could mean anything from electrician to mercenary. This boy claimed to be contributing to the places security force after letting her walk in with a bowie knife tucked into her boot. Maybe he hadn't been 'unscheduled' when she'd followed him in. Or he could be lying. It was hard to tell with this one, when most of what he said sounded like a joke.
Like those intensive fight simulations.
Ah well, she'd find out soon enough what was fact and what was crap. For now she just focused on memorizing the layout so she could find breakfast if she needed to. Though, she doubted tomorrow's would include bacon for some reason. And if it did, she would be avoiding it.
“I'm in a motel for now, until I find someplace I like.”
Jocelyn couldn't help but snerk at the boy and tiger simultaneously running into both sides of a door frame.
He recovered quickly, and didn't even endanger the life of his over-large toad friend. Too much.
“Hyperosmia.” she didn't bother asking him about his.
The official point of it all, according to the official secretary, sounded very official. It also didn't sound much like what actually went on. Of course, if they told you everything you ever wanted to know about the goings-on at the Sanctuary in the first five minutes, what was the point of sending someone to infiltrate it?
As Calley-short-for-Caleb led the way into the hallway Lupe rolled her eyes at Lisa the secretary. Innocuous Calley was giving his innocuous tour and there wasn't much either she or Lisa was going to be able to do about it. She'd come back later to fill out registration forms if that sort of thing was necessary.
If she decided to stay, that was. Calley had better make the tour worth her while, or Lupe was probably going to catch a ride home in the first taxi she could find.
So far, she was not very impressed. There was a potted plant. And some paintings.
“So, what kind of employment did they offer you?” Guardian of the front step? Tour guide for unwilling tourists?
Jocelyn had heard the doors were gold. She had thought that meant the color gold. Not so, apparently. These things were straight up, would dent if you bit it, 24 carat gold. Who, besides ancient Italian popes, would want gold doors?
“Wouldn't they be too easy to steal?” Lupe wondered out loud. They couldn't exactly be locked up, since they were right out in the open. Maybe that was the statement they were going for: we dare you to even try it.
Behind the doors, the entryway was gleaming. Floor tiles, front desk, even filing cabinets, all were polished to a shine. Not quite shiny enough for a reflection on the floor, thankfully. There was a secretary, also shining, or at least her nails were. And an old fashioned elevator, not shining; actually kind of rusty looking.
“New, in a sense. I grew up in New York, but lived in L.A. for quite awhile. Now I'm back.”
She had more of a back story than that, but Lupe wasn't the type to spew her entire life out in the first five minutes that she knew someone.
“So, what exactly is the point of...” she waved her hand to indicate their surroundings, “all this?”
As soon as she stepped back, the newly created tiger quit his growling and turned to sit down and ignore her, or perhaps to watch the shadow of the man on the fire escape, she couldn't quite tell. She put her knife away, since she wouldn't be needing it now.
Calley seemed perfectly content to go back to his cheerful chattering about innocuous things. As if he didn't have any strong opinions. As if he didn't have the firepower to back himself up. He was just harmless little Calley talking about harmless little things.
Heh.
She walked back out of the alley with Calley back in his submissive position at her left shoulder. She turned back the way they had come, but stopped at the street corner to look around, as if unsure about exactly where they were going.
“You know, usually on a tour, the tour guide goes first. I don't even know where we're going.”
Apparently Calley had an ace up his sleeve. Or a Bengal, as the case may be. The tiger had a new smell to him. It was absolutely clean; it hadn't eaten anything, it hadn't brushed past anything, it simply smelled of itself and only of itself.
Also apparent: Calley really did not want her to go after the book store owner.
That suited her perfectly.
It was just as well if she didn't have to murder someone to get a foot in the door at the Sanctuary. Even better that it still looked like she was capable of doing so.
She took a step back from the tiger and smiled a little half-uncertain smile, "A tour. Sounds great."
Before turning to go, she looked upwards, directly at an extra dark shadow that cowered above them on the fire escape. You got off lucky this time, hope you learned something.
It almost sounded like Calley was against the idea of cops being killed just for stepping onto Order territory. Jocelyn couldn't help but appreciate that at least a little bit. Not that she could ever let on that she appreciated it.
She just wondered if it was because he honestly cared about the cops' well-being or if he was simply squeamish. Judging based on what she had found in the sewers, she had to suspect the former. Based on his reluctance to let her kill someone right in front of him she had to suspect the latter. Unless his prior experience had left him with a sour taste in his mouth when it came to killing. So, the former?
Either way it seemed he wasn't going to leave it alone.
"Fine, I won't kill him if you are so concerned. I'll just make sure he doesn't do it again."
The scent brought them around another corner. This time into an alley way. It didn't appear at first glance to have any exits, it also didn't appear at first glance to have anyone in it.
Jocelyn sniffed the air when they reached the corner. Decisively, she turned left and kept walking. The click of her heels echoed as they entered a much narrower street.
Her little toad hatted friend kept following and kept talking. He proceeded to describe the Order as some kind of wolf pack that she was invited to come meet if she wanted to. Also, she shouldn't make a mess on their doorstep because they wouldn't want any cops to be called. Also, also, cops were his friends and fed him doughnuts.
What?
"Doughnuts?" She snorted her disbelief. "Cops feed you doughnuts?" Somehow she was pretty sure cops didn't go handing out doughnuts to every overgrown urchin they found on the street corner.
Somewhere in all the garbled nonsense about why she shouldn't kill the man she was chasing he supplied his name and asked for hers.
"You can call me Lupe."
And he kept talking. Threatening to stop her and all that. Stop her, with his amazing toad balancing mutation, or whatever it was.
Arriving at the front step of the Sanctuary in a cab. Check.
Reference to a boss-lady. Check.
>>"You're on our doorstep. And we're bigger and badder than you are. "
Double check.
This was definitely an Order boy, Jocelyn concluded. Not that Lupe knew anything about that.
And he was calling her a doggie-wolfie while wearing a toad as a hat. A very strange Order boy. She had been expecting someone who would sit back and watch, laugh, or possibly join in on this little hunt. Not someone who was actively trying to keep her from murdering the guy.
Maybe not all Order members were bloodthirsty murderers after all.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she snipped and turned around to glare at him, as if she was trying to get his to stop following her. A small puff of a breeze chose that moment to waft his scent in her direction.
She hadn't expected to recognize him by it.
He was the cat owning male she'd smelled in the sewers. Right after she'd found his murder victim. Which actually helped him fit in her mind with the Order's crowd of blood thirsty murderers a little better than before. Honestly, the Sanctuary should have been the first place she looked back then.
Her stare was getting a bit longer than she had originally intended, which hopefully only added to the intimidation factor.
"And I don't know why you're so concerned about the welfare of a child molester and murderer with a taste for little mutant girls." She turned on her heel and started walking again without waiting for him to answer.
One generic brown haired male was replaced by another, younger and more confident one that leaned against the driver's side of the truck. Jocelyn stopped her count at, "Eighteen one-thousand," and gave a good glare out at the snarky boy that had interrupted her.
"I don't know this boss-lady you are referring to, but I hope that she, and you, have a good reason for interrupting." She pulled the knife out of the seat with her left hand and opened the passenger side door with her right before switching the knife to her main hand and swinging herself down from the tall truck.
"Here I come, ready or not," she stated softly as she started walking briskly after her prey. She couldn't see him anymore, but that didn't mean she couldn't still smell him. She didn't run, not because it wasn't possible in three inch heels, but because she didn't have to. She knew she would catch up.
At this point that is mostly NPCs and Katrina. Katrina has just joined herself, so I'm not sure how good she'd be at recruiting. Maybe if you got another person to wander into the shop with you? You could both get a taste of what the Oracle can do.
Jocelyn, or Lupe as she was now called, was dressed for hunting. She wore a red halter topped dress that showed off the wolf tattoo on her shoulder. It also showed off quite a bit of her legs, since it was almost short enough to be classified as a shirt. It was not something she would ever wear to her son's band concert, that was for sure. She wore her hair loose, but kept a ponytail holder around her wrist in case she needed. To complete the ensemble she had added tall lace up boots up to her calves, loose enough at the top to store things inside that she didn't want anyone to notice right away. Like a bowie knife. And a handgun.
Both were purchased from a green haired man who owned a shop off of seventh who didn't always require a license for his firearms. Six months ago she would have arrested him. Now she just smiled when he told her to come again soon. She missed her own gun, with the smiley face sticker that Felix had put on the bottom when he was younger. The new one would have to do for now, though.
She glanced at a photo from her wallet. Her prey. One Jonathan Roth. Owner of Panty-See Adult Bookstore. She remembered his scent better than she remembered his face. His face was generic. Brown hair, stubble on his chin, decent looks, the kind of guy who would have been second string on the high school football team back in his day.
His scent, on the other hand, she would never forget. It was dirty in a way that mud never was. He smelled like blood and fear and young girls and lust. She first caught his scent at the murder scene of little Emily Chamberlain, a fourteen year old psychic girl. Jonathan had been very thorough in cleaning up after himself. The only evidence he'd left linking himself to the crime was his scent, and that wasn't enough to convict him. It wasn't even enough to arrest him.
It was enough for Lupe, though.
Panty-See closed at 11. Lupe was waiting at the corner, by Jonathan's pickup truck.
"Hey handsome," she crooned. "Looking for a good time?"
His grin flashed white in the lamplight. Before he reached her, though, Lupe put out her hand, one finger raised.
"I know a place where we can have a little fun. You got a lift that can get us there?"
The drive didn't take long. He didn't pay much attention to where she was directing him to go. Not with her finger tracing patterns up and down his thigh.
"You can stop here, handsome."
"Where are we?" He must have been expecting brightly lit signs that proclaimed they had vacant rooms available. Instead, they were on a dark street.
Lupe didn't answer his question, instead she asked one of her own. "Tell me. Do you like to play games?" A silver glint in the darkness caught his eye.
"What do you mean?"
"You know, like hide and seek. Tag. That kind of thing. I thought that since you liked to play with little mutie girls you might be a fan of games like that."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Jonathan protested.
"Don't you?" The knife flashed as she embedded it in the seat next to his leg. "I'll give you to the count of twenty to get away. After that, I'm coming to get you."
He opened the car door and ran.
True to her word, she gave him to the count of twenty before following after him.
"Can I get a tattoo, too, Mama?" He pointed to the newly engraved lines on her shoulder.
Jocelyn smiled at her son through her tears.
"Not until you're 29 and three quarters," Nigel informed him. "Your skin won't be ready until then."
"Be good for gran and your uncle, okay Felix?"
Felix nodded, "You'll call me, right?"
"As often as I can," Jocelyn promised.
And with that, Captain Cynthia Meyers whisked her into the airport to send her off for training. She was leaving as Jocelyn Banks, police detective and mother. She would return six months as Lupe, a violent human hating mutant in need of a home.
Nothing she said was going to change Captain Cynthia Meyers' mind.
"You're the only one we've got with the capability to do this. Your qualifications are perfect. You are unknown in this city. You have the right attitude to blend in. You've got acting experience, for god's sake. We need you to do this."
Jocelyn sighed. She knew no matter how many times she said 'no', the answer was still going to be 'yes' in the end.
She was going under cover.
Her son would have to be raised by his grandmother and uncle to ensure his safety for the duration of her assignment.
