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.
If Mina was offended by the wandering appendage she certainly didn't show it. Truth told it didn't bother her in the slightest but there were reasons for that. She simply flashed her date a smile and went about the meal with manners refined for the purpose of blending in with her social betters. Had she stayed with her mother and not killed the woman then Cosmina might have been their equals at one point. Now? Now she was simply a well paid hireling. All of perks of that lifestyle but without the pretension and mind crushing boredom. It suited her much more than playing the dutiful wife. Mina had no doubt she could play that role if need be but her vocation suited her.
The two of them had fallen into a silence. Mina was entirely comfortable within that silence. She spent far too much of her time within a void of sound to be troubled by a lack of it. The ringing of the phone that heralded work for her however earned the purse a slight glare. Retrieving the offending bag, Mina withdrew the phone.
"Pardon me while I take this call." she said by way of apology before answering the tiny machine.
"Yes?" ... "It will cost you triple the usual fee. You're interrupting something and you know how I hate that." ... "Very well but that makes it quadruple." ... "I'll call you later to setup a meeting when it's done. Ciao."
Mina ended the call with a slight frown on her face. A job tonight that could only be conducted tonight. It would pay an exorbitant fee if she completed it, which was hardly in question, but would interrupt if not end her date.
"It seems I have some work to attend to. No need to wait up for me. He can reschedule."
If she left the restaurant now she might just have enough time to get back to her apartment, change into something a little more suitable, and complete the corporate espionage job she'd just been hired for.
Mina mulled over his offer of catching an opera. After her little escapade at the theater going to a production without the express intent of killing the star actor would be fun.
"Mmm, sounds like a good plan to me."
Following that statement Mina helped herself to some of the appetizers that had shown up courtesy of the chef. So far the date was excellent. Would it continue so? Mina had little doubt that her escort would do his best to ensure that it did.
And a vengeful little thief he was too. The specific statement that he would like to see the man regret something and the cheering for her sealed the man's fate more readily than her preference for putting people entirely out of commission so they couldn't come back to haunt her. She smirked at the large oaf.
"Well you heard the little man. Time for you to regret losing that temper of yours. Maybe next time you'll be smart enough not to fall for a shell game huh?"
In response all the man said was, "You regret that you b$@#&!"
Mina tutted at him.
"Now now, there are young people around. Such foul language is unbecoming. Now are you going to try and hit me or not?"
So the guy swung at Mina and she calmly stepped out of the way and followed up with a swift kick to the man's stomach that left him doubled over and breathless.
"Let this also be a lesson in underestimating other people: Don't do it."
And she stood there and let him recover, smirking all the while.
The acknowledgement of her presumption brought only a small smile to Mina's face as he questioned her definition of living well and then, in essence, asked the question again.
"Well in that case I'm afraid you'll have to get used to disappointment. I won't be telling."
He was right about the wine. It was an excellent vintage and that Mina could fully appreciate.
"I can't go telling you all my secrets. Ruins the mystique."
And reveals far more about herself than any one person could safely know. Putting her life on the line and their's as Mina would kill them to protect herself.
And the evidence of said training came forward immediately. She laughed. He definitely had the people here in his pocket. The chef was basically at their beck and call. Mina could admit to herself that under other circumstances this would probably be a perfect date. However no one that charming was without agendas and thus she remained on her guard and let the whole thing amuse her. Besides, getting close any way but physically was far too dangerous.
"Passion, huh? Interesting choice of word."
And one entirely wasted on most people, or so she thought. Watching a person in their final moments of life showed her more passion than the average person saw in a lifetime. Dragging her eyes down the menu, Cosmina recited a couple of dishes that seemed interesting toward the waiter. They were jotted down quickly and efficiently.
"If I said my passion was living well what would you say?"
The answer was perhaps coy but she was determined to enjoy herself this evening, no matter where the night led.
She listened politely to his commentary about dance but did not agree with him. To her dance was a skill and one that had served her well over the years. Mina prided herself in being good at any skill she took up and if she wasn't good she practiced until she became so. Dance had always been a means to an end for her. A tool to be used when infiltrating high society affairs or for seduction when she was at play. It did not have a 'soul' or a 'language' or whatever he wanted to claim. Such a claim sounded good to romantic types. One of these, Cosmina was not.
Allowing the touch to her arm, Mina watched the restaurant staff scramble with no small amount of happiness. Watching people serve her always put a smile on her face and though she knew the fuss was for this evening's company that didn't dim her smile one bit. Once they were seated Mina took a moment before smirking at Venus.
"You have them well trained."
Well trained staff at such places were always a blessing. Not to mention it made a good impression on clients that weren't already convinced of her skill.
"Most of them are too lazy to do it themselves. They can't be expected to have any skills if they don't practice them."
His skill with her mother's language was good enough. It certainly didn't sound bad to her.
"It's enough." she smirked for a moment, "Of course I'll be amazing on the dance floor. It's one of the skills I learned for my jobs."
Mina winked at the smug charmer and waited until they were in the elevator before speaking again.
"Mama left Romania many years before the registration. I was born and raised here. I know enough of her tongue to get by because she wouldn't have it any other way but English is more my native language than Romanian."
The restaurant itself was quite upscale but then Mina had half expected that when she'd seen the car and his clothes. He enjoyed the finer things as well, or so she presumed.
Dr. Black was as good as his earlier chatter. Not only did he compliment her work as Hamlet hit the stage with a bullet in his cranium but he was going to create a fuss in order to allow her to escape. A strange man no doubt but Mina was grateful to him as he plummeted into the orchestra. More mutant than man really. She busied herself with putting the gun back into it's hiding place. The cops would find it later when they combed the box for clues but it would have nothing of her on it. She took a moment to admire the doctor's work in the floor below before leaving the box. He was facing off against the man who had been carrying a red lollipop earlier in the evening. Over the din of panicking citizenry Mina vaguely heard "under arrest!" Whoever he was, he was a cop.
Cosmina backed into the shadows at the rear of the booth and prepared to act the part of the panicked bystander. One deep breath and she plunged out into the chaos of the halls. The screams were softer out, though that wouldn't last as people flooded the halls in search of an exit. Mina ran for the lobby and assumed a frightened expression. Upon running into someone she forced herself to freeze like a deer in headlights. The man, for it had been a man, was trying to evacuate people.
"Are you alright miss?"
Mina's voice held a frightened quaver when she spoke.
"I-I sat with him! That Thing! Oh god he could have killed me!"
It was a performance just short of tears but it managed to gain the man's sympathy. His arm slid around her shoulder.
"It's alright. You made it this far and it is still in the theater. The cops are on their way and they'll arrest it and you'll be safe."
All Mina could think was that it was far too easy.
The same profession huh? Who knew if he was being truthful or not or whether the lack of names for their jobs had led to confusion. The bit of charm that followed made her happy she'd decided to take the date. It was amusing to see a charmer at work. It was an angle she'd used before, though she tended more towards physical appeal than pretty words.
"It's almost amazing how often people need someone to do what needs done. Of course I'd be out of a job if other people suddenly learned to do such things on their own."
Mina chuckled lightly, a sound that continued when she heard the Romanian roll off of her dining partner's tongue.
"It's been years since I heard that language. Not since my mama."
Of course she'd heard it since her mother but usually not from people she wanted to talk with. English served her better in most cases anyway, though being raised bilingual had it's benefits.
So far so good. At least until he decided to ask the one question she didn't like answering. The answer itself changed with the weather. It wasn't as though she could openly admit to be a mercenary and assassin.
"I dabble. Temp jobs in this and that. I've been known to play bodyguard from time to time. Among other things."
None of that was strictly a lie. Mina wasn't hired on by any one individual and she had done bodyguard work. Still did actually. It paid when the contracts dried up for various reasons. Usually because the bosses thought they could get away with cheap hired help. They eventually came back when they wanted something done well and done quietly.
The fact that they complimented each other was not lost on her. Neither was the color of the interior of the car. She grinned a little at his comment. If she said so herself it was hardly possible for her to be anything but gorgeous. She knew she looked good. She might have returned the comment but it seemed entirely redundant to do so. He dressed well and despite the obviously mutant features was fair to look at. The confidence he seemed to possess didn't need a boost.
"Thank you."
The drive to the restaurant was remarkable only in that Mina noted his skill at handling the vehicle. Beyond that there was little need to pay attention and she sat in thought until they arrived at their destination. Her eyes passed over the restaurant. If she'd been here before she didn't recall it.
The call came shortly after she had gotten off of the phone with the boy at the desk. Cosmina collected her purse and her two phones, one for business and one for other things, and was off. The phones found their way inside the purse as she rode the elevator down. Wallet? Check. ID? Check. Keys? Check. Knife and derringer in case of trouble? Check.
Never let it be said that she'd let herself get caught without some weaponry no matter where she went. As she exited the elevator and stepped out of the lobby Mina caught an eyeful of the car and it's decoration and smirked.
"Nice toy."
She liked her baby better but the silver Jag was staying in tonight. The preference was likely only based on the fact that she owned the Jag and not this vehicle.
Dates with total strangers were no stranger to Cosmina. Depending on the night and the reason she could be wining and dining with anyone and they might not survive the evening. Tonight was slightly different than the usual fare though. Her date for tonight was, for one, very obviously a mutant. Being one herself she had no problems with this except for those issues he might give her. And, amusingly enough, he'd outright demanded she go to dinner with him this evening. The brazen approach had amused her so much that she'd agreed based on that alone. Thus she was wandering about her penthouse apartment getting ready for said date. Her hair had been left down and slightly wavy. Nothing too fancy if only because fancy became troublesome if trouble came calling. Likewise her outfit was intended to be somewhat provocative without restricting her movement too much. It was a very short dress in a brilliant shade of blue with a pair of black knee boots that Mina knew she could fight in while still being decorative enough for the outfit.
Following a quick make up routine and a decision not to wear jewelry, too much chance for damage if they ended in a fight, Mina checked the window and made a brief call down to the desk to check if her date for the evening had arrived.
The tragedy of Hamlet unfolded before the the audience. The young new talent in the starring role acquitted himself quite well. Cosmina pondered over Dr. Black's statements on death as the tale was told, eventually dismissing some of it as junk. While it was refreshing to speak to someone so openly on the subject of death he didn't seem to grasp the finer concepts of it well. Mortality? It made Cosmina laugh. While everything could die what use was that when each person would eventually return? Perhaps with a slightly different face but they'd be back. Some well spoken words wouldn't change that!
Act 3 Scene 1 drew closer and closer and Cosmina quietly waited until intermission before locating her rifle. She laid to rest any concerns over her companion acting up by first producing the handgun from the purse and discretely pointing it at him.
"I'm afraid, my dear doctor, that tonight Hamlet is destined to die much sooner than usual. I must therefore ask you not to make a fuss. I've no way of knowing whether you truly believe the views you fervently espoused earlier this evening or are simply a good actor. Regardless, think of this as an opportunity to enjoy a rather unique performance of the prince's soliloquy."
Her rifle retrieved Cosmina returned to her seat, careful to keep both weapons out of sight of anyone not in the box. The audience did not need to be aware of what was going to happen until Hamlet crumpled to the stage in a pool of blood.
