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.
Mina didn't hear what the woman in front of her said. She saw the woman's lips move in the mirror and read what she said from that but the sounds couldn't penetrate her powers. How arrogant. At least Mina had a right to be that smug. There was little point in lowering the field just to point out how wrong the woman was. She merely reached into her purse and withdrew a knife that slid open swiftly and silently. At a thought's discretion the field of silence was expanded to include the entire dressing room. It wouldn't do to alert the guards to her true reason for being here.
Without hesitating Mina sprung forward, knife ready to plunge into the other woman's flesh. It was time to earn her pay.
There were times when her own power was a curse. For instance when someone was bearing down upon her with a rage filled scream and a knife raised. Were the silence not active she might have heard her assailant and had plenty of time to react. As it stood only knew that something was wrong by the vague flicker of movement in her periphery. Mina turned to survey the newcomer and promptly began backpedaling to avoid the knife. Her explosive insurance would have to wait. For now she was a little busy avoiding a knife.
And here she'd hoped to be rid of knife wielders on this trip. She hadn't been particularly fond of the last one. This man would hopefully prove less troublesome though. Beneath the cloth of her mask Mina smirked. Martin was a unique opponent. There was now way this man could be as annoying. In fact, Mina might just be able to finish her job and take him out at the same time. A plan formed as she backed away.
It would work and accomplish her goals. All that was needed was to keep this fool occupied for a little while. That alone would be far too easy.
Of all the jobs to pick Mina got the one with the goddess. She smirked and snorted at that thought as she made her way toward the dressing rooms where the lady in question would be waiting. The pay was good or she wouldn't have taken the job. However this might very well have been her first time killing someone with such a pronounced god complex. Now maybe some of her other victims had had them too. None of them had been so blatant as this Chandi Lalita. She actually went about claiming to be a goddess. Heck the woman might actually believe it for all Mina knew. Whatever the case it would be a first in Mina's record and for all the time she'd been at this that was saying something.
Today the normal mission gear was exchanged for a sharp business suit and purse. After all, the stealth fighter look might have worked on a movie set but here on a talk show set? Mina wasn't about to take the chance. She'd donned a wig of pure black hair. Colored contact lenses altered her eyes to a deep blue. The suit was a grey pinstriped number with an emerald green shirt beneath it. Normally her gun would have been in the purse. However the client had insisted she not use a gun. Frankly she thought that absurd but Mina was quite capable of sending someone away without one.
She watched the dressing rooms from one vantage point or another before a helpful stage hand indicated exactly where her target was. Shortly after the assistant had gone on their merry way Mina shrouded herself in her power and headed for the door. It opened noiselessly as she got her first glimpse of her target. The multiple arms might be something of an issue but Mina would manage.
Martin's movement perplexed her even as she tracked it. He was quick enough to evade the blood spatter from their target's demise. Yet now he moved with an agonizingly slow pace. Mina wanted to pout over it but there were other things to think about. Staying alive was one of them. Beating Martin another.
Yes, the game.
Mina moved as the knife moved. With trained grace she evaded the strike and launched one of her own. A swift and powerful kick arced through the air toward the fellow assassin's side. Testing. Probing the other player's defenses.
Perhaps it would fail. Perhaps it would hit. Either would tell her something of her opponent that she could use. Her confidence, shaken by the utter failure of her primary weapon began to return in these moments between strikes. He was but crude matter and could be cut down like any other, odd abilities or no.
An attentive eye followed the assistant as he took care of his final tasks for the day. The minutia of cleaning up from the day's work and gathering those items he would take with him upon leaving. The moment the man left the office Mina acted swiftly. She silenced her movements and the barrel of her gun. With quick and decisive steps she entered the office, careful to extend the silencing over McCafferty. No good letting him scream for help from the assistant that was probably at the elevators by now. McCafferty was so caught up in his work that he failed to notice the woman that had entered the room. It was only when the light glinted off of the gun barrel that the man looked up.
His face transformed from determined concentration into silent horror. What was undoubtedly a cry for help went unheard. As did the gunshot that followed it. This was how her kills should go. No competition from pretty faced knife wielders. No one to challenge her ability. In short, no Martin. He would die, she would make sure of it. It was only a matter of time. Time was something that was precious at this particular juncture though. The last thing she wanted was to get caught red handed. So she retreated to the storage closet to grab something she had brought with her.
A small bag was clutched in Mina's hands as she exited the storage again. The office door clicked shut behind her. A small can of gasoline and a timed explosive. Both purchased through enough middlemen to ensure that she would not be connected to them. Mina spread the gasoline around the corpse and the desk before turning to the explosive.
The bullet disappeared. It literally seemed to simply rip apart. That was the first time anything like that had happened and Cosmina was more than a little puzzled. Everything and everyone she'd fought so far died relatively easily. A bullet in a vital spot and they had dropped like flies. Here was a man who the bullets wouldn't even touch. A rare spike of fear ran through the seasoned mercenary. She was not equipped to deal with this. Not in the least. She had not anticipated meeting another assassin on this job. She had not anticipated someone immune to bullets on this job. She had not anticipated him.
Perhaps it was merely her mind playing tricks on her but her opponent's smile seemed much more menacing now. Swift as Sleipnir, that legendary horse, Mina's thoughts raced through her options. They were few and ill suited to her desires. She wanted to stay and kill the impudent wretch that dared to live after she had struck at him. Mina's eyes glimmered with joy at the thought of watching the life fade from this man, this Martin, bit by bit. She was Mute and no one had ever dared to live after she sought their death.
Yet the portion of her that was cold logic and methodical killer said that such action was folly. Here was an unknown opponent with unknown abilities that had remained completely untouched by the most potent form of attack she possessed at this time. There was no indication of how he had done this. The assumption could be made that it was some sort of area of effect ability simply based on the fact that the bullet had not touched him at all. However beyond that Mina was not willing to guess without further evidence. Hand to hand seemed to be the only option that remained to Mina as she stood and assessed the situation while a dangerous and very likely lethal enemy stepped purposefully toward her.
It was either continue to fight or extricate herself and find some way to end him another day. Mina decided to test the effectiveness of melee combat before withdrawing. Old teachings guided her as she shifted her stance and put the gun away.
"Without question."
There was unshakable smugness in her tone. Martin would not know from her voice just how much he had shaken her invulnerable confidence. It was a thing she would not permit herself to admit.
He was right of course. Despite the complications she had completed the job without recognition and had saved Mute's reputation. Perhaps saved wasn't the word. Defended was more apt. Mina listened in silence as Venus arranged for the death of the person responsible for the whole mess with one phone call. The satisfaction that blossomed was grim but Mina was used to that. The actions that followed his phone call eased some of the grimness from that satisfaction. The was something she was all too used to and had expected by the end of the evening. However with her current impediments Mina felt something she hadn't felt since her childhood.
Insecurity.
There was a gnawing paranoia at the back of her mind that despite her excellent security precautions something would slip through because she couldn't see it. And Venus already knew too much of her. And she was grateful to him, actually grateful! That was not too far distant from fondness and from there? That was a road that the woman refused to travel. For both of their sakes. No, it would be better that he left. Though perhaps not entirely unrewarded. With an ease that belied her sightless condition, Mina turned in the chair. A slight smirk played across her face as she felt her way to his shirt collar and tugged the large man closer.
"Not tonight. But you shouldn't go home entirely empty handed."
Slower than she normally would have done, being newly sightless was frustrating to no end, Mina closed the distance and kissed her date for the evening quite thoroughly.
Mina remained silent as Venus undertook the necessary steps to get them back to her apartment. It was strange having her capabilities reduced like this. As a mercenary or assassin she thrived on depriving her targets of one of their key senses. She could make sure she wasn't seen so as long as they didn't hear her Mina was as good as invisible. Now she was blind and it ripped away most of her strength. How could you avoid what you couldn't see? Or shoot it for that matter. Plus she had to retrain her abilities now. Never before had her silencing acted in such a manner when she'd used it. An unpredictable asset was useless to her.
Eventually they arrived to her apartment. Still as a statue Mina stood as she debated between looking foolish and simply passing Venus the keys. Relying on someone else so much was anathema to the women that had spent so much of her life alone. However in this situation...Mina sighed and held her keys out toward where she remembered Venus being.
"You do it."
She stood there in the hall and strode into her apartment after she heard the door sweep open and could be sure the doorway was clear. Now that she was on more familiar turf Mina could make her way through the apartment easily. Plunking herself down in a chair she grimaced.
"It's probably blatantly obvious but I'm blind. I'm not sure what happened but that's what went wrong. There was a mutant with the targets that prevented me from getting close enough to get the information. I managed to obtain the information regardless but the damage is done."
All of her muscles tensed immediately upon being picked up. In these few brief moments was coming to realize just how much she'd depended on her eyesight. She only relaxed when Venus's voice issued forth near her ears. Normally she'd have protested this sort of treatment but at this precise moment Mina was quite grateful for it. With a frown on her face, Mina replied.
"No. The job is done though so get me out of here. I'll tell you when there are fewer ears listening."
As they left the vicinity of the business men the headache that had caused the whole issue slowly began to recede. A breath left her body in a quick sigh. That had caused most of the problem. Yet it had only started when she'd gotten close to the business men. A mutant among them? It was a possibility. Mutation was a strange and unpredictable thing most times.
If her back up for the evening wasn't proof enough of that then Mina wasn't sure what was.
"I can walk as long as you guide me."
Now that he was there Mina was growing increasingly annoyed with the portrait of weakness she was projecting. At the least she needed to be walking. Even if she had to use her date like one might use a seeing eye dog.
One man was wondering under his breath whether his wife would catch him this time or not. The woman that had just waltzed past had a much deeper voice than almost any woman ought to have when she wasn't flirting with one of the bouncers. In a corner a couple was likely doing things that were better left behind closed doors. And in the middle of the group of businessmen to gentlemen were having a quiet but terse argument over the price of some thing or another. It was plenty clear that there would be no agreement this night and her employer need not have worried. She carefully noted the prices the man was willing to pay to give them over the phone once she was out of the club. Now she simply had to figure out which way was out.
That was going to be trouble considering she still could not see. Almost as though it were an afterthought, Mina let go of the silencing. It wasn't needed anymore, now that she had what she needed. The disturbing clarity of sound returned to cacophony. Mina's headache remained, as it had been, a fresh throbbing reminder that leaving soon would be good. The series of signals she'd worked out with Venus in advance came to her mind but without knowing whether or not someone was looking it would not be safe to draw her gun.
She was, in effect, stranded in a corner of a club with no discernible way out and a headache that only seemed to increase as the moments passed. Well, Mina had certainly gotten herself out of worse scrapes. At least this wasn't life threatening that she was aware of. With one hand against the wall, Mina began making a slow retreat in the direction she remembered as being away from the group of business men. Hopefully Venus would take the hint. Otherwise this would take far longer than she wanted.
Mr. McCafferty was a dead man. Well, not yet. But he would be very soon.You see her employer for the evening had taken exception to his investigation of various mutant attacks. Even before that the man had not been well liked by her employer. This had simply been the breaking point. Mute had been contacted. She'd infiltrated the building earlier in the day with a batch of prospective employees. From there she'd found a suitable place to hide and waited. It had been long and boring. One of the downsides of having no steady partner with which to work. Mina preferred to work alone but a partner would have given her someone to pass the time with.
At any rate she waited the hours until most of the workers had left the building in her quiet isolation. In her area of concern there was only the boss and his aid. Mina was quite certain she could handle both of them silently with a pair of bullets. She needed only an opening from the aide that had only just now left the office. McCafferty was behind that door. She could kill the aide as well but it would be better to leave him. He would take most of the suspicion as the last person to see McCafferty alive. Behind her mask, donned with the rest of her mission gear in the unused storage closet that she'd spent the afternoon in, Mina frowned impatiently.
The sooner this fellow moved on the better. Surely he'd been dismissed for the night by now. To prevent some tiny noise from giving her away, Mina silenced herself and settled in to wait. If she had to she would tail McCafferty on his way to his car when he finally left and end him there. It made little difference to her. The contract only required the man's death. There were no other specifications.
Mina was paying absolutely no attention to her partner. Her head was killing her and to top it off her eyesight seemed to be fading. There was no perceivable reason for this and thus Mina was not happy at all. Unbeknownst to Mina there was a perfectly good reason for her ailment. He happened to be sitting among the gentlemen she was supposed to be spying on. They were all, save one, human and thrill seekers to boot. Coming to this club had been their idea of an adrenaline rush. But they realized that perhaps they ought to bring a little insurance. Thusly it wasn't the bouncers keeping the rest of the club at bay. No it was one gentleman of dark suit and swarthy skin that sat leisurely with the more stiff businessmen.
His particular unique talent only worked on other mutants. It didn't stop them using their abilities. No, it simply gave any mutant that got within a certain radius of him a blistering headache. Mina had unwittingly hit that radius, and being as she was entirely unprepared for it, was hit by it. Between her own frustration and the mutant power acting on her there were some interesting side effects. None of this really had much bearing on Mina's plight at the moment though, unaware of most of it as she was.
Besides, her sudden and growing lack of eyesight was of more import to her than why she had such a headache. Though the music that was exacerbating that music certainly wasn't helping at all. Angrily and without thinking, Mina threw up a silencing field with little care as to how far it extended. Thus it easily covered the men she was supposed to be spying on. However, unlike the usual bubble this one had a new effect. A dizzying flow of words and sounds cascaded through Mina's head, regardless of the field. The headache made it difficult to concentrate and this wasn't helping much. However the knowledge of how to make it stop was not something she possessed. Mina could tell the field was in place and yet it seemed to be having no effect at all! Everything went on as normal, save that she could now hear everything within the field with perfect clarity.
Martin could have moved Maxmillian out of the path of the bullet. It was a fact. His proximity would have allowed him to save the doomed man from her weapon's swiftly delivered oblivion. He did not. Maxmillian's head ruptured as the speeding lump of metal tore into it with the force provided by many years of human ingenuity at killing. Through a swiftness and economy of motion that Mina swore could only be provided by a mutation her fellow assassin emerged from the strike with nary a scratch or drop of blood to be seen upon him.
Mina took the moments after the target's death to observe her new quarry again in light of the oncoming battle. He looked young. However youthfulness could hide many things and Mina cautioned herself against presuming him weak based on that. Along with the aforementioned youth was a pleasant arrangement of features that made the young man easy to look upon. In fact, Mina noted with a curl of disappointment that vanished into the ether, it was nearly a shame they stood on opposite sides of that knife.
A lack of telling scars warned that he was either very new to this industry or very good. Mina assumed very good due to the icy and detached demeanor the young man had cultivated. He smiled and gave the outward appearance of humanity but it was only a ruse. A pretty mask to show the dull witted public that did not want to believe that someone capable of ending their life in a blink stood a few mere feet away. Mina used it too when she was not working.
On the subject of the knife wielded Mina was somewhat ambivalent. It told her that he preferred melee weaponry to guns. His movement, both with the weapon and in general, spoke of expertise. Yes, Mina would not take this one for granted. He stood no chance but Mina was sure he would pull off some spectacular attack or another before she put him down. They did say not to bring a knife to a gun fight after all. Perhaps his mutation would even the playing field, if he had one. Still, it only took one bullet to end a life.
The removal of the headcovering cinched the question of mutation. Where once the normal duo of eyes was now a trio took it's place. A trio of eyes whose coloration was swiftly changed in a manner decidedly unnatural to an average human being. The comment did make her smirk though. Her facial expressions weren't quite as effective as they could be when they were hidden behind her mask. Despite a small urge to remove said article of clothing Mina abstained. He would have her eyes and that was it. Said brown eyes sparkled at the challenge.
"Oh but darling that is a specialty of all our kind. You'll pardon me if such a threat from such a pretty face does little to sway me from my course."
With a little sigh and a quick movement Mina's gun trained on her opponent and four bullets were released in quick succession.
For her part, Mina faded into the crowds around the dance floor and followed Venus's progress from there. He seemed to have spotted her targets. Mina moved through the crowds with ease. She had changed her demeanor to that of the shy lady who was entirely in over her head at a club. It was difficult for once. By her very nature Mina was not shy in the least. It was a simple fact that she was desirable. Mina knew it and used it quite often. So pretending that she didn't see the obvious was more difficult than any other bit of acting she'd done in recent years.
This act, difficult as it was, got her to the edge of the party in question. The only issue being that Mina could barely hear. The ability to focus on sound like she did was a detriment in a club with the music turned up so loud. The music overpowered any other sound she might try and listen to that wasn't shouted. Without being part of the group there was little she could do. Frustration coursed through her. She would have to either find a way to listen in or get invited into the group.
Unfortunately the club seemed to be doing an excellent job of keeping anyone that had not been invited away. Mina's temper momentarily slipped her control. Thankfully she was in a fairly dark spot against the wall. The momentary slip that cause her fist to pound against the wall went unnoticed by those around her even as a slight headache began to pulse behind her eyes. Unfortunately for Mina the headache quickly grew into something she wasn't able to suppress. Instead of leaning casually against the wall in the darkness near the group of business men Mina was clutching the wall for support.
