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.
This bar was slightly better than the Blue Star. With luck that meant she couldn't get any drunk telekinetics ruining her night. It was called The Pub. The full name was The Pub on 39th but the patrons called it The Pub to save a few syllables. It wasn't decorated in that faux pub style that most would expect from a place carrying that name. Bright woods abounded and were paired with brass. The walls were a spring green and it felt more like a cafe than a bar. Cosmina really didn't care what the atmosphere was like. The drinks were good and the patrons wealthy.
So far Mina had yet to catch the eye of one of the men milling about but with time that would change. All she had to do was frequent the place often and one of them would notice her. For now the woman sat in a booth to one side of the room facing the bar and sipped at a drink. Yet again it didn't matter to her what drink it was. The taste didn't really suite her. However it was one of the more expensive drinks on the menu. That was all that mattered.
When she wasn't sipping at her drink Cosmina was smiling cheerfully at anyone that looked at her. The smile never left her face as she observed the people around her that had more money than sense. Those were the best sort of rich people. People like that were often her employer, her target, or a potential husband. Her mother had successfully married wealthy and ended up with her husband's fortune. There was no reason that Cosmina couldn't pull it off too. She winked playfully at one man that happened to look at her. He turned away swiftly. Well even if tonight's fishing was a bust it was fun to tease them.
A curt nod and it was business time. Cosmina kept her eyes on her environment as she effortless supported the two silences. This much was nothing. The downside of her power of course being that they couldn't hear their surroundings. Hence why Cosmina's eyes darted about constantly. They did not need to be seen. Very shortly they were at the side of the house. Cosmina had noticed Meld's tail waving about as though performing surveillance for them. Perhaps the red gem served as a form of camera or eye? That was how Meld seemed to be treating it.
Meld indicated that she was going to smash the window so they could get in. It was simple enough to form another bubble around the window. Cosmina kept the silencing bubble around the window after Meld's tail lashed out and shattered it. It wouldn't do to be undone by the tiny bit of noise made by Meld clearing the window of glass so they could enter the home. Cosmina moved underneath the window and climbed in. The corridor was empty for the moment. With a deep breath Cosmina lowered her own bubble so that she could listen.
Sound came rushing back into her world. A tv in another room was on and Cosmina heard voices coming from the same direction. The sound of a refrigerator door opening and closing also seemed to indicate someone in the kitchen. With that information Cosmina raised her own silencing once more and moved aside for Meld to enter. When the woman was inside Cosmina gestured in the direction she'd heard the tv and indicated that there were multiple targets that way. Then she pointed in the other direction toward what she assumed was the kitchen and indicated the single target there.
Cosmina's anger boiled for a minute or two and then began to recede as she regained her control. Her smile returned to an relaxed state and her eyes managed to reflect a mood that she didn't have. Her uppercut had missed but the knee hadn't and the blue haired woman was sent sprawling. That was when her suspicions were confirmed. Various things from around the room began flying through the air. A telekinetic of some sort Mina guessed. She certainly didn't feel any wind moving things around. A few of them hit her. Most missed by wide angles. This mutant had very poor control.
It was rather pathetic to be honest. The woman had gotten drunk so very easily and lost control of herself. If her control over her power was so poor as to be broken that easily then she shouldn't have indulged at all. She should be back at her place of residence learning to control her powers. Now glasses were heading for the ceiling. There would be a rain of glass at any minute. Cosmina didn't care a whit what happened to anyone in here. She was going to leave. There was any number of other bars nearby that she could spend time at. She overheard the woman saying that her mother had said never to drink and then she apologized. Cosmina simply blinked.
"You should have listened to your mother then."
Her tone was cheerful and friendly. The meaning wasn't. Cosmina would have happily killed the woman if it weren't for the fact that she wouldn't get paid for it. As such she smiled and watched the drunken woman as her powers spiraled out of control. She would leave soon. Right she suddenly wanted to amuse herself by watching this out of control mutant flail about.
Cosmina woke up in the middle of the night. She was a fairly light sleeper, the consequence of training herself to be as alert as possible at all times. So when Effigy got up he woke her up. Mina was curious where her toy was going and listened closely for any indicative noises. After all, he could simply have needed a trip to the bathroom. She didn't believe that and when she heard not one but two doors open and one of them was muffled Cosmina got up to go see. Effigy's things were gone and there was a new statue on the coffee table beside a hefty stack of cash.
The conclusions she was meant to draw were fairly obvious. Being alone she allowed herself to pout as she walked over to the pile of cash and statue to observe it more closely. It was a statue of Effigy with a finger up to his lips in that old gesture for silence. Cosmina picked it up along with the cash. The cash she took back to her room and put away. The statue she held in her hand as she paced around the warehouse. Suddenly the mercenary was no longer sleepy.
Cosmina wouldn't stop him. Her toy did have a mind of it's own and if it wanted to get hauled off by the police then so be it. The possibility of him betraying her to the police if he got caught was still there. If he got caught, well Mina would just have to pull some strings. On a whim Cosmina collected all of the statues he'd left littering her dwelling. Suddenly they were offensive to her eye. Any quaintness they had was gone with the amusing toy that had created them.
One quick change of clothing later Cosmina was out of the warehouse and headed for the nearby water. Once there she stood for a moment in the relative quiet of the night time. A city was never truly quiet. Neither was the countryside. Everywhere had noises at all times but night time was generally the only time that came close to replicating her silence. She smiled as she stood there but it didn't reach her eyes. No her eyes shone with something else entirely. Anger was what it was. She'd been enjoying her new toy. She hadn't said he could leave. In a fit of pique over the departure of her toy the stone hand went tumbling into the water to sink out of sight. The glass sculptures were smashed and then dumped into the water. With the smile restored to her eyes Cosmina went back to her warehouse.
The drive to their first target was uneventful. In this line of work uneventful was good. They pulled over to the side of the road and Meld stated that it was time to begin. Her partner's look was serious and conveyed how she wished this mission to go. Cosmina had no problem with what she saw in the other woman's eyes. Her smile twitched into a slightly larger smile for a moment or two and then settled back into it's usual pleased position. The quicker and quieter they were getting this done the less likely an alarm could be raised. With luck they'd get both men here sorted out and be able to move onto the third with no hindrance.
"I'll silence us both now. If you need to talk just catch my attention and mouth that to me. I can read lips."
With easy concentration and minimal effort Cosmina went about silencing the two of them. Within her mind's eye she picture two bubbles of perfect silence around them and she felt her power obey. This much was nothing. As long as they weren't too long about this then it should be fine. Mina would have to warn Meld as they approached the half hour mark though. Being able to move in complete silence made some people clumsy and foolish. That was well and good for as long as the complete silence lasted. After half an hour it became merely a muffling and a muffled noise was still a noise that could awaken suspicion.
Putting that aside, Cosmina nodded to Meld to indicate that they were covered for now. The neighborhood they'd come to was quiet at the moment. Being as it was daylight their stealth would be significantly hampered but that was alright. In a place such as this people wouldn't bother two women that looked like they did. In a place like this no one would care what happened so long as no noise was made. Since that was Cosmina's specialty she wasn't overly worried.
As she settled against him Cosmina felt Effigy's arm drop down to drape over her shoulders. Though her eyes were elsewhere for a good portion of the time she didn't need them to know that Effigy was watching her, studying her. It could be that he found her just as curious and interesting as she found him. Maybe one day he'd earn enough of her trust to hear some of her story. It would take him quite some time. No one she'd ever met had earned it yet. Of the two people who had had her trust both were dead and one of them had broken said trust.
Her question had gone over amusingly well. In fact he'd simply smirked and said he'd share the bed. He'd handled it better than she'd thought. Perhaps there was some hope for him beyond that naivete. He'd have to lose that hopefulness of his. Some people simply had to die. That was just how it was. The world could stand a few less people anyway. Not like they wouldn't come back eventually anyway.
A few hours later Mina adjourned to bed and was shortly followed by Effigy. Once in her bedroom to things were clear. One: the decor was different than the rest of the warehouse. The colors were a lot warmer here in red, orange, and few hints of gold. The style was a bit less modern and felt more lived in than the rest of the warehouse. There were two doors leading from the room. One that matched the rest of the doors in the place led to Mina's closet. The other was a thick stainless steel monstrosity with a keypad to one side that screamed secrets were kept behind it.
Mina warned Effigy that if she caught him attempting to open the door he'd be dead. As usual it was said in a sweet tone but she meant every word. The things behind that door weren't meant for him. With that she retired to bed.
Yup, I'm finally getting around to asking the resident awesomely talented artsy folk to put their abilities to use to make something to dress up that boring blank space down there.
The face I'm currently using is Allison Scagliotti. However she's a little difficult to find more than a few pictures for. So if you see someone that would fit Cosmina's brown hair and brown eyes that's a little closer to Cosmina's age and easier to find pics of feel free to use her. Just let me know who they are.
The driver was quiet and so was his idiot of a partner. The sirens surrounded them. Cosmina knew an end game when she saw it. However this was going to end it would end soon. Jimmy, as that was the driver's name, swerved to miss a vehicle and then spun a sob story about his wife dying. He claimed that the hospital had murdered her by taking her off of life support. Here Cosmina had thought he actually had a worthwhile cause and he was simply pining over his wife. How utterly foolish.
He'd gone and ruined his life over a dead wife. Whenever his wife came back she'd have to wait for him to get out of jail. The bus jerked to a halt as the man burst into tears. Oh for pity's sake he was pathetic! Cosmina's smile didn't fade though. Police men and women swarmed onto the bus. Jimmy and his young aid Gray Sweatshirt were hauled off. The shell shocked passengers were being extracted as well. Meanwhile Latino turned and smiled at her.
Latino had held up well during the whole thing. It was surprising for someone that she assumed had no experience beyond the training that had resulted in his competency in combat. She smiled back at him and nodded. With the police here she'd almost certainly be hauled off to a hospital sooner or later to have the bullet wound taken care of. It was good that Cosmina had all the necessary IDs and such for a false identity in her purse. Cosmina Anca Walker was just a girl who disappeared after her mother's brutal murder. With luck and some lying she could avoid suspicion from the cops altogether.
Of course this time she wasn't at fault at all. In fact she'd actually put her skills to work for free to save these people. Cosmina would have to find a high paying job to make up for this. She moved a few steps and sat down as police did their thing outside of the bus and inside.
"Indeed. It turned out alright though."
Cosmina regarded him.
"What's your name?"
She was curious now and thoroughly tired of calling him Latino.
The driver didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Cosmina watched his face transform as he realized her words were true and he heard the sirens. The man sped up. He was nervous now. Now that he realized that the police would indeed be after him, as trailing sirens did seem to indicate, he hurried. Whatever he had planned he wanted to get it done before the police interfered and stopped him. Cosmina almost laughed at him. That is until he merely grunted at her promise.
He really didn't know her at all. That was to be expected of a stranger but it made him incredibly stupid none the less. She pressed the blade closer, just until a thin trickle of blood began to ooze down his neck. Then she began speaking in her soft voice once more. Her smile was hardly a smile anymore, just a slight curving of the lips.
"You don't believe me. To you I'm just some woman. Perhaps a beautiful woman but still a woman. You can't believe that someone that looks like I do could do something like that." the sweet pretense dropped out of her voice and her eyes blazed with anger, "If you weren't driving this bus I'd gut you right now, bomb or no."
Then just like that she was smiling again and struggling to stand. Instead of sitting she leaned hard against a pole behind the driver's seat. She put a hint more pressure on the man's neck just to remind him that she was still holding a knife to his throat, despite being weaker than usual at the moment. She spoke at normal volume again.
"Just give it up. The cops won't let you get close enough to anyone for your threat to be effective.They'll pin you down at gun point and clear people out of the area. If you don't surrender they'll shoot you and just watch you explode. You lost the minute your partner shot someone. Just go peacefully and you've got a better chance a lighter sentence."
Cosmina didn't honestly believe any of what she was saying. If the man had been smart he could have come up with an exit strategy. However he had gambled on an inexperienced idiot and had lost.
As the door the bathroom opened up Cosmina glanced over and the sight made her grin. He'd decided to forgo the shirt in favor of a naked torso. Underneath the clothing he was thin. far thinner than what would be considered normal. However since he had appeared like a vagrant when she first saw him that was easily explained away. Living on the streets didn't exactly mean good nutrition. Cosmina had cause to know, she'd done it from time to time. Most notable was when she'd been running from the murder of her mother.
Sure Cosmina had had money on her. She could have eaten easily. However she hadn't wanted to be seen so she'd avoided it. On to other things though. More specifically the tattoo on Effigy's back. She could see it now that his back was to her and she spent the moments it was facing her studying it. Cosmina's eyes followed her guest as he headed back to the couch, stopping in front of the tv to smirk and flex.
She laughed. Not a chuckle or a giggle but a laugh. Cosmina finished laughing just as Effigy slumped onto the couch beside her. He refilled his own drink and when he offered to refill hers she nodded. His arm was closer now, she noticed. He asked about the state of the television programing. Cosmina shrugged and leaned against him casually as she took a sip.
"I wasn't paying much attention honestly. Feel free to browse the channels."
Cosmina took a moment or two of silence. Let Effigy do as he liked for a minute or two. After another drink of rum she spoke up again.
"About sleeping arrangements. You can stay out here on the couch...or you can share with me. Either is fine."
She glanced up at him and then returned her gaze to the television as though nothing had happened at all.
Cosmina listened to the driver's words. She was still smiling but behind that she processed what he was saying. However there was one falsehood in his words. One thing he probably hadn't taken into account.
"You say the police won't know? There were shots fired. Even at six in the evening the streets of New York are full of enough people that I can assure you people saw which bus those shots came from and called the cops. They know and they're looking. I can warrant you that."
At that particular moment the warble of a police siren sounded nearby. Whether it was meant for the run away bus or something else was irrelevant. It would serve to hammer home her point. The driver snapped at his partner after he responded to a barb from the Latino. Cosmina softened her voice again to the point where it would be nearly inaudible to others. The Latino was edging closer but she knew her distances and she could manage another threat before he got close.
"Besides, say you survive this. Say you manage what you've set out to do. You can go where ever you like. I'll find you and when I do it won't be pretty. There won't be enough left of you to identify when I'm done."
Cosmina's smile and soft sweet tone never wavered. It sounded for all the world like she was simply trying to persuade him not to do whatever he was trying to do. She'd spent years cultivating that sweet and happy persona. For the longest time she'd been a very angry person. However she'd gotten over it long ago. She dealt in death and suffering most of the time. There was no room for being angry. It was better to wear a smile. A smile was misleading. People trusted someone that smiled.
Not that Cosmina particularly wanted trust. It didn't matter to her whether people trusted her or not. No trust was simply easy to take advantage of and Cosmina only endeavored to build it when it could be useful. In this case however it was better to be frightening she thought. Cosmina could tell she'd scared him. All she had to do was push him a little bit.
Cosmina had to chuckle a little. Her impromptu partner was doing very well. He was holding his own and keeping gray sweatshirt occupied nicely. Heck, he even managed to sound threatening as he demanded to know what they were up to. Of course gray sweatshirt didn't comply but Latino had done well none the less. Luck had favored her today in it's choice of partners. Moving back to the driver and his bomb. If only she could disconnect the portion of the bomb that enabled it to detonate upon his death then this would be over quickly enough. As it was she'd simply have to bluff her way through. She continued in her soft voice.
"Why shouldn't I? It's clear your quite content to kill everyone on this bus for some stupid cause. If that's the case I might as well have a little bit of fun before I die."
Cosmina grinned widely at him. She could show him the side of her that many thought disconcerting. Perhaps that would do the trick. If not, well trying a little logic on him couldn't hurt. This she said in a more normal tone of voice.
"You know, whatever it is you're trying to accomplish, it would be easier to do alive right? Because you won't get out of this with your life intact. If I don't kill you or he doesn't kill you," Cosmina nodded back to the Latino, "then someone will. Police don't take kindly to hostage situations you know. If they have to they'll consign every single one of us to death to make sure you die too. And then whatever you're trying to do will be pointless."
Her wound was still bleeding and Cosmina was starting to get light headed. She'd have to sit down soon and once she sat down she wouldn't be getting back up without effort. However she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. No, Cosmina stood proud and angry with her knife to his throat. A thought occurred to her. If she was going to play the good guy then she might as well do it right.
"I'd suggest everyone get to the back of the bus if possible."
That was the safest place to be if this nutcase actually detonated his bomb while they were still on the bus. They stood a better chance of surviving the blast back there. Not much better but a chance was a chance. Cosmina would have retreated there herself but she wasn't about to give up yet. She had a lot to do and couldn't waste time waiting to come back to life.
Cosmina heard the taunt from gray sweatshirt to the man. Latino man as gray sweatshirt dubbed him. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the two men. Gray sweatshirt's taunt apparently hadn't had an effect on the Latino. He had raised the gun and put steady pressure on the trigger. Not enough to cause it to go off but enough to show that he was serious about his intent to fire if he had to. Yes, Cosmina could tell that he wouldn't shoot unless he had to. He was obviously one of those good guy types.
She returned her attention to the driver. He didn't seem all that threatened. In fact he told her that even if she hurt him she and all the rest would die anyway. Cosmina glanced within the confines of the man's jacket. A bomb resided there. It took her a minute to realize the problem but she figured it out from the bomb's unique construction and the man's words. Cosmina swore within the confines of her mind. Idiots had to go and make this more difficult didn't they?
"We've got trouble!" she shouted back toward the man, "This guy has strapped himself to a bomb and it looks like it's rigged to go off if he dies!"
Cosmina turned so that the Latino couldn't see her face and she smirked at the driver. When she spoke her voice was quiet, too quiet for anyone but the two of them to hear.
"But you know...I don't have to kill you in order to hurt you. So pull over and let everyone off. If you want to go blow something up, do it by yourself you chicken."
People like this were idiots. Killing yourself and other people to accomplish a goal was stupid. Once you were dead you had to wait to revive before you could continue your work. You lost a lot of time that way. That lost time could be spent in any number of ways to further one's goals. Dying for your cause was only to be attempted if you had no other recourse and that was pretty rare.
