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's smile tensed as Lenna responded. This woman she didn't like. She made a joke out of her employment and then proceeded to not answer her again. It was vexatious. Not to mention the woman asked about things she had no right to know! It would be the proverbial cold day in hell before Mina told Lenna why she knew what she knew. Her smile was there but all curiosity and warmth had gone from her expression when she finally answered.
"You don't need to know that."
Her attention snapped back to the ceiling, signalling an end to that topic.
He erred on the side of caution in the matter of the comment. This was a smart move. Not particularly interesting or exciting to Mina but smart none the less. Deven apologized for the bouncer at the door, whose mind he claimed resided permanently in the gutter. Mina simply grinned at him.
"What's the harm in a dirty thought now and then? Probably makes standing at the door a lot less boring."
They went behind the bar and up some stairs. Mina didn't bother ordering anything from the man at the bar. She wasn't thirsty at the moment. No she ascended the stairs and paid careful attention to her surroundings. Being as she always noticed anything to do with sound her senses alerted her the moment the door shut. His room was very well sound proofed. Mina filed that away at convenient for a number of purposes but not relevant at moment. He invited her to speak once the door was shut . Mina strolled over to the bed and sat down demurely on its edge.
"So talk. It's your life, your life debt, and your money we're discussing."
At his angle he'd be able to see the sheathe that held her knife. Mina knew this but did nothing to correct it. By now if he hadn't surmised that she was dangerous then he would need to learn quick. She kept her eyes and smile on him as she awaited his response.
She matched him smirk for smirk as he countered her comment.
"Yes but the ones that lure women with money are generally sad, pathetic little men."
There was room for a shot at her in that comment but she refrained from following it up to see if he'd be foolish enough to take that bait. If he did he was either an idiot or simply failed at reading people. He had some intelligence at least. Sensitive topics were not to be discussed in public. That much she approved of. They walked a little further before he opened his mouth and asked her a question. Mina merely grinned at him.
"I don't have one. I just order whatever strikes me."
She said nothing of the fact that what struck her was always the most expensive thing the place in question offered. Not that such drinks were as a rule better. In fact she'd drunk a lot of high priced swill over the years. No, it was simply a quirk of hers.
"What about you barkeep? Any favorites?"
Might as well keep the conversation going. The more she knew about him the quicker she could decide if her was interesting enough to continue associating with or whether she'd cut her ties once she'd been paid. Not that his favorite drink would tell her anything important. That would just keep things moving.
Mina's eyebrow rose higher as Lenna seemingly avoided the question by asking one of her own.
"I didn't ask about some black turtlenecked numbskull's thoughts on love, death, and attachment. I asked why you would risk such things. Or do you not view it as a risk at all?"
Maybe that was the case? Perhaps Lenna had not been acquainted with the dangers she flirted with. That was possible. Or she could have experienced the dangers and simply didn't acknowledge them. There were any number of reasons for such foolishness.
Apparently his smart mouth wasn't just a product of blood loss. It continued in his sensible state with more coherency than earlier. Mina smirked slightly and then drove her features back to kindliness. The expression didn't last as he explained the envelope. Instead her normal smile appeared on her face in place of the kind and gentle version of a minute previous. She wasn't dealing with an ordinary fool. This one at least dabbled in her world and knew how the game was played. Well, that was fine. She dealt with these types regularly. He'd show his hand in time and Mina would decide how to deal with it.
However, he was playing with a professional and she just couldn't resist commenting after he finished talking and motioned toward his apartment over the bar.
"Seems like an awful lot of trouble to get a girl to come home with you. You sure spending that much on little old me is worth it? Even for a life debt?"
She was content to allow him to know about his supposed debt. He was treating this transaction in a manner befitting such things. Meanwhile, she tucked the envelope into her purse. It was useless without the rest of the payment and he'd made sure she knew that. At the very least she was going back to his place. Mina smirked to herself as she walked alongside the man she'd saved a few hours earlier. He was making tonight very...interesting.
Mina nodded. That was as it should be. The long term attachment was less than ideal but at least she didn't love him.
"Good. Because the way you whined about him in the bar made it sound as if you were. Love means death, plain and simple. That would have been reason enough to think badly of yourself."
She nodded again and fell silent. That was all Mina had to say on that subject. However curiosity peaked over something and Mina turned an upraised eyebrow toward Lenna.
"However, I'm curious. Why risk a long term attachment to someone? They could be used against you, even if you don't love them. Plus there is always the danger of falling in love with them. So why?"
Eventually Mina came back to the point where she'd first approached Deven. Interestingly enough he was there, and seemed as though he was waiting. He'd had enough time to get cleaned up during the time she'd been busy. Mina pulled up to the curb and parked. She was out of the car and approaching Deven with a smile moments later.
"Well you look better. After escaping from the hospital I admit, I expected worse."
Mina stood quietly for a moment, noting the envelope he held. That she reckoned held her payment.
"What's in the envelope? If you don't mind me asking."
Hopefully it sounded like polite interest. If not then it didn't matter too much. She didn't need to try and fool him any more. He'd promised her payment and a life debt. Mina wasn't about to let those go. If she had to persuade him to see things her way then it was no matter to her at all.
Mina was getting impatient. Nothing happened for two hours after she'd located the place that purported to hold the man she'd aided. Then all hell broke loose and Mina immediately knew why when security ran past. On one hand it made her grin to see him cause such a fuss. On the other hand though she'd have to hunt down and discipline a few people responsible for this hospital now. They'd gotten in the way of her payment and that just wasn't allowed. Not to mention she now had to hunt down Deven to receive her payment. She knew his name. She could find him another day. Right now she was going to have words with a hospital administrator but her knife would be doing all the talking.
Some two hours later Mina exited the hospital with a smile on her face. The chaos caused by Deven's escape had covered her perfectly. There was now a very frightened executive being stitched up in his own emergency room. She had assurances that the staff involved in the incident with Deven would be fired and the hospital's policies changed to avoid such things in the future. The deed would have good consequences for any mutant that came here in the future, should he keep his word. Mina would be keeping an eye on him to ensure that he did. One or two of her contacts could lean on him regularly to make sure he didn't forget his lesson.
She need not worry about showing up on the hospital security. She had seen to it that the cameras weren't actually recording before stealing some appropriate garments to hide any identifying features. It had been an easy enough feat, since the security office had been empty when she'd arrived due to Deven's escape and the security in the place was old. Mina slid into the driver's seat of her Jag and decided to cruise down the streets she'd traveled to get to the hospital, just in case he'd returned there.
It took her about an hour to track the man down again after she returned to the hospital. As she'd surmised, they'd decided that since he was a mutant he needed 'special treatment'. What that entailed Mina didn't know since she didn't frequent hospitals. The fewer records of her there were that she didn't orchestrate the better. She really didn't want to cause a scene here if she didn't have to. If this turned out to be what she suspected and there would be too much effort to put into extracting him she'd leave him there.
Of course that wasn't to say that she'd abandon his promise of payment. Oh no. She'd just wait until he was out of the hospital, track him down, and collect. Especially since she now knew his name. At the moment she was being given the run around by a nurse who claimed that Deven was still in treatment and she'd need to wait to see him. They'd let her know the moment he was out of treatment but it seemed like it might take a while. While that could be entirely true she knew it could also be a total lie meant to get her to give up on him. She'd wait for now. However she was an armed woman that was being kept from her payment. There was only so long she was willing to wait.
Mina smirked as the man fell unconscious. She'd wondered how long it would take. He'd lost a lot of blood to the pavement before she found him. With him out like that she was free to allow her expression to assume it's natural lines. Her usual smile eased into place and pleased look danced in her eyes. Not only had he promised to pay her but he also claimed to owe her a life debt. She would be seeing money from this one. That much was certain. And why wouldn't she? She was saving his life after all. A small laugh issued from her lips as she maneuvered through traffic toward the hospital.
A glance over at him told her that he was amazingly not staining her seat. How he managed that small miracle she was unsure but Mina wasn't about to question it. No instead she brought her attention back to the road and turned into the hospital lot. As she drove up to the emergency doors she schooled her expression into one of panic and concern. She parked as close to the doors as she dared, darted out of the car, and into the waiting room.
"Help! Please! He's been stabbed and he's bleeding and I don't know what to do!"
It was a convincing enough routine since a pair of nurses followed her out to her car. Soon enough he was being wheeled inside on a gurney. While the two nurses that had collected the man from her car did what they could for the man another questioned Mina as to his identity. Once she made it clear that she didn't know him and had only come across him in the street they left her alone. She stayed in the waiting room only long enough to confirm that she would be staying to see to it that he got proper care before she went and got her Jag settled into a parking space.
Her charge, for that's what she decided to refer to him as, couldn't seem to stop cracking jokes. Maybe it was the blood loss that made him so irreverent. Not that she cared per say. There were far more wise-cracking mercenaries out there than one would believe and Mina had had the fortune, good or ill, to work with a few of them. Wise cracks were something she was used to and could ignore or enjoy at her leisure. Right now it was a mix of the two. When she wasn't ignoring him she was amused by his jests.
As they walked it became increasingly clear that he could barely stay upright now. She'd have to help him if she wanted to make it to the Jag quickly. Mina slowed down and stopped until they were even again and slipped a steadying arm around his shoulders.
"Well if you and the ground are on those sorts of terms then maybe I should catch you instead?"
She offered him a bright smile and helped him forward. Soon enough they arrived at her Jaguar and she helped him into the passenger seat of the silver vehicle. Mina slipped behind the wheel and pulled out into the road.
"Won't be long now."
She would likely stay at the hospital after dropping him off. He owed her money and she wanted it as soon as possible. If that meant threatening a few doctors then so be it. There was also the possibility of a gentler form of persuasion if necessary. So long as she got paid in the end it was worth at least some effort.
He looked fairly ordinary to Mina, well muscled and young, the only thing that marked him as extraordinary being the grey that mixed in with his blood. However he was possessed of a smart mouth, even while badly injured. Her smile twitched upward into a smirk before she force it into more comforting lines. It wasn't a the sort of smile that Mina was used to wearing and that would show if you looked close. However she didn't think this one was being too perceptive at the moment so it would pass, she surmised.
"As if anyone is going to care about another mugging on the streets of New York. You did what you had to."
Her voice was still sweet and her smile warm and comforting. It was of course a false front. In truth she was curious and a little amused. However her facade melted away for a few brief seconds when he offered to pay her for helping him out. A calculating look gleamed in her eyes and her smile became vicious. It was all wiped away and back into the warm and comforting guise she had been wearing almost as quickly as it had appeared. He wouldn't be able to pay her much but depending on his capabilities she might have other uses for him.
"Lets get you to the hospital then."
She could have taken him elsewhere and patched him up herself. That would save the trouble that taking a mutant to the hospital would surely cause. However she wasn't quite as skilled at such things as he needed and he didn't seem worth the effort of finding someone who was. They'd back track to her Jaguar and drive to the hospital. It would be a shorter walk for him, though she'd probably have to wash blood out of the seats.
Well, the space between the man's ears wasn't a total loss it seemed. He used his bloodied shirt as a makeshift bandage. It might hold him over a little longer. He didn't seem like he was going to be conscious for much longer. His head swung about wildly as he seemed to look for something. Following his gaze she caught sight of a phone booth, followed by the other people on the street. Trying to call 911 huh? His IQ rose a few more points in her estimation. The phone booth nearby was a loss though and any others were too far away to be of any good. That was when his gaze had shifted to the passersby.
The wounded man approached one of the other people on the sidewalk. This was followed by a brief scuffle that made Mina smirk. Even when injured he was enough to put an average man on the ground with a punch. The wounded man stole a cell phone from his victim and darted down an alley. As Mina followed him into the alley she heard him growl in anger and say something. Perhaps he'd misdialed and was too angry and stressed to do anything but shout. A bloody gut wound would do that. It seemed like the appropriate time to reveal herself. She picked her way daintily down the alley and followed him out the other side to a new street. Mina came even with the man as he attempted to dial again.
"Do you need some help?"
Her voice was sweet and kind but the smile on her face would have been equally at home on a crocodile.
So it was a matter of inclination rather than ability? That she could understand. Sometimes something needed done but you just didn't want to bother with it yourself. Of course Mina usually just did it anyway. She didn't trust anyone enough to do something for her. Lenna made the point that she apparently didn't feel that he was too good for her, despite having just said that he might have been. Mina just shrugged. The comment that followed invited reply and Mina decided to give it to her, since she was practically asking for it.
"Do you love him?"
Maybe it sounded entirely off topic but it wasn't in Mina's mind. Love equated to weakness to her.
Someone had been very sloppy with their blood. It was all over the sidewalk. That meant someone had been stupid enough to let their prey get away. If you were going to hurt someone then you ought to do it properly and make sure they died. Otherwise they'd just crawl off, find someone to help them, and then set the cops on you. Out of curiosity Mina followed the trail of washed out blood. The rain made it difficult in spots but she managed. The brunette mercenary found the source of the mess fairly quickly and began to follow him.
It didn't really matter to her that he was injured. If he couldn't protect himself then that was his problem. The sounds of pain that he emitted as he struggled elicited no more sympathy from her than they did from the rest of the New Yorkers on the street. He was not dressed in such as way that would indicate wealth. Nor did she recognize him as one of the elite that might have been slumming for some reason. As such she saw no real reason to aid him. However she was curious about how long he'd be able to hold out on his own. Perhaps she'd offer to help him to the hospital once he'd exhausted himself for a fee.
There were oddities in the stream of blood issuing from his wound though. It was occasionally grey, as opposed to the red she was used to. Mina was led to conclude he was a mutant of unknown capability for she knew of no disease that turned blood grey. That made it a very good thing that, though she was wearing the red dress and heels that she reserved for bar hopping, she hadn't foregone her weaponry. A discreet knife was strapped to her thigh just above the hem of the dress and a gun resided in her purse. It didn't pay to go out without something to hurt people with.
