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.
She silently pondered the doctor's points as the lights began to dim. Her profession more often than not relied upon death and the social animal's reaction to it.
"Too true. But then there are those of the species that embrace death. Society by and large constricts these people to certain ways of life, either serving their country or indulging in a life of crime that eventually leads to prison and a death of their own. They certainly do not flee from death."
Cosmina knew this well. She was one of those few that did not shy from death.
"Just as life begets life so does death often beget more death."
And Mina hadn't spoken like this in some time. It was good to stretch her acting muscles like this. She wondered if he'd be as charmed by her demeanor when the moment of truth for the evening came.
"People on the edge of death do seem capable of far greater things than one would suspect them capable of. The body is after all so fragile, so easily broken."
Below them the lights finished their descent into darkness and the stage was revealed. A strident call of "Who's there?" put to death the low chatter of the audience. The play had begun.
Frustration was never fun and right now that was the predominant emotion that Cosmina was dealing with. Frustration. Jobs had been scarce recently and while that wouldn't make much of an impact on her lifestyle in the short term it certainly annoyed her. When annoyed Mina ended up thinking of all the other little grievances that bothered her. At the moment one in particular stood out.
A certainly ghostly individual named Krisz.
The sheer amount of ire he'd raised in her ought to have ensured his death long ago. It really should have. Why she'd let him live this long without attempting it Mina did not know. Regardless, the attempt would provide her with a good opportunity to relieve the stress. Thus she left her apartment with a few choice weapons stowed on her person and the intent to kill someone.
With the proper greetings observed Mina allowed the Doctor to speak as they reached the box and emerged from the clamoring masses into something much more quiet. A small smile played across her lips as she noted the purse that was exactly where it should be. This meant her weapon, hidden to one side among some drapery, should be there as well. Only then did she allow herself to actually hear what her particular companion had to say. What she heard relaxed some of her fears over how things would progress when it was time for action to be taken. Only a fool would reveal their errand after a few cheap words but if he held to that philosophy then things would be much smoother later.
"Do go on. "
Her fascination was only partly forced. Mina was interested but not nearly fascinated. The longer he spoke on the subject the easier it would be to get a read on whether he was a good actor or truly believed as he said. Counting on a lack of an obstacle where one would later arise could be far more detrimental than she would like.
"Death does tend to create a sense of urgency."
Why Mina was willing to bet that they'd see first hand just how urgent a crowd could get later in the evening. They had two Acts to sit through before that, not reckoning how long it would take for everyone to find their seat and the play to begin.
He interrupted her mingling. Granted it had been mostly reconnoitering the territory discretely under the guise of watching her fellow play goers as they ever so slowly made their way to their seats. It was her hope to blend in with the panicking crowd once the actor was dead and find a convenient back exit to slip through. She'd done her homework and scoped the place previously but things could change from day to day. Mina saw no such changes now but caution never hurt in her line of work. Her eyes swung the man that was bowing and tipping his hat to her. His voice, words, and clothing would seem to mark the man out as one of quality. Sharing the box with someone was an unforeseen complication but that was what the weaponry that was waiting for her was for.
Decisions made, Mina inclined her head and dropped into an ever so brief curtsy.
"Good evening. Your presence, though unexpected, should pose no obstacle to my enjoyment of tonight's entertainment."
There was little doubt in her mind that this interloper would be no threat to her plans for the evening. Perhaps there was some hidden mettle to him but even so Mina was confident she could overcome it. Few were they that had stood after she decided they should be in the ground instead. The crowds were slowly shuffling forward and Mina moved with them toward the entrance to the box that she was suddenly sharing.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Claire Prince."
It wasn't a false name that she would keep. Mina didn't quite like it but it would serve it's purpose of concealing her true identity.
A theater worker with certain connections had been paid to conceal her weapon of choice in the box that Cosmina would be using for the show. She was dressed in a lovely knee length green dress that would leave her plenty of range of motion to run and fight. Paired with it was a pair of dark blue gloves. A purse that matched the dress had been smuggled in with the rifle and concealed a pistol. The preparations were set and so Mina approached the theater in question confidently with her ticket in hand.
A person that knew of these preparations might be forgiven for thinking that someone important would die tonight. The truth was far less compelling. A rich man whose hobby was the theater had a certain actor he was fond of. The actor had been spurned in favor of a younger, newer face for the part of Hamlet in tonight's production. In truly spoiled style this man had gone through a number of contacts to reach her so that he could be disposed of. This would have been no issue for Cosmina. A low cost job in fact. Instead he thought he was creative and wanted to send a message.
Hamlet had to die during Act 3 Scene 1 of tonight's play: The "To be or not to be" soliloquy.
So a man had been paid, her gear had been smuggled, and the amount she was receiving for the job quadrupled. The rifle was new and had not been used previously. It was registered to a business rival of her employer. The pistol was her own and would be leaving with her while the rifle stayed behind. Mina handed in her ticket when prompted and began to mingle with the crowd in the lobby. It would be a long evening with a chaotic finish.
Mina quickly picked the lock and let herself into the apartment. The target wasn't present yet but he would be soon and she'd be waiting. The waiting wasn't precisely Mina's strong suit but she got by. The woman turned and locked the door back before moving further into the apartment. It was a nice enough place. Definitely didn't have the charm of her own penthouse but this man did not have her assets. She glanced about but made sure to keep clear of the windows. Being seen was not an option. In order to get to the bedroom she would have to get a lot closer to one such fixture than she'd like.
With the target approaching there was no time for hesitation so she made her way as quickly and unobtrusively into that room as she could. Having no witnesses would be ideal so the less attention she garnered the better. It was always best when she had to kill as few people as possible. This wasn't the sort of remote ill policed place that she could afford to allow bodies to pile up in after all. Smart killers didn't leave large body counts in their town of residence.
The dramatic thing to do would be to sit on the bed and wait placidly for the man to enter the room. Mina picked a spot that was blind from the doorway and hide herself there. Her gun came to the ready and a silencing field sprang up around it. She was ready. No theatrics and hopefully no messy fight. Quick, clean, easy. A routine kill.
Oh she wanted to laugh. So hard. She would if it wouldn't blow her cover to the buzzing annoyance that held more secrets than she'd like.
He would really have to die sometime soon.
Though hearing that that man seemed to find the little sound just as annoying as she did made her feel fond of him for the space of a few moments. Only a few moments though. Then she was back to disliking him. Krisz's pride and fear still made her want to chuckle even though her character at the moment demanded that she praise and comfort him.
"I would have done much the same in that position." Mina smiled gently as she plucked another title off of the shelves, "But I wouldn't worry too much about him. He might get out but you'll be fine. Hard for him to kill what he can't touch right?"
The fact that she'd glad aid in making Krisz vulnerable to the man didn't escape her mind.
So Krisz was getting mixed up with other dangerous mutants as well huh? Mina chuckled quietly to herself. He certainly seemed to gravitate toward the dangerous ones didn't he? Mina vaguely remembered hearing about that incident. The man she'd worked with once and Mina couldn't say that she was sad to see him caught.
"I know the guy you're talking about. I attempted an arrest on him before. I'm glad he was finally caught. He probably won't stay long but I'm glad he was caught."
If he was anything at all like her then he had people willing to get him out if he was ever caught. Mina had no delusions that the man would have stayed in custody this long.
"But good for you that you helped out. It might be the cops' job but I'm not going to be stingy if it saves lives."
She smiled brightly as they combed the shelves. Playing at being an undercover cop was harder than she'd originally thought it would be. Being nice was difficult!
Mina forced the smile to stay put. The good guys didn't always win. In fact, they frequently lost or gained Pyrrhic victories at best. Her work most of the time was proof of that. That she'd been at it for so long and had yet to get into any trouble with the law that she hadn't been able to wiggle out of with her identity intact was only further proof of that.
"Of course. There is little use for a strong hero without a compelling villain. One can't really exist without the other. Bats would just be a nutter in a suit without the Joker, the Riddler, or any of his other gang of antagonists."
His comment about having met the villains in real life coaxed a laugh out of the mercenary.
"True enough. In real life the best villains, the ones that last the longest, are the ones that don't seem like villains at all. Hard to catch those."
Well of course she was smart. Mina wouldn't have survived in her profession up until this point if she wasn't smart. Ignorant little floating radio man. Still, she kept a serene smile on her face. This was significantly more public than the women's restrooms at a restaurant. So unfortunately she couldn't materialize and strangle him without making a scene.
Pity.
"Staying in comics works for now." Mina glanced over the shelves, "You'd think that from my choices wouldn't you? No, I ready Spiderman for that whole responsibility theme and Batman? Well I like Batman's rogue gallery to be honest. And reading about how old Bats brings them down every time."
You'd think one side or the other would have won with how long they'd been fighting but Batman never seemed to just lay down and die. Plus there was the fact that he was powerful, physically and in other ways, and rich when Bruce Wayne was behind the mask. Just a pity he was only a figment of paper and ink.
Fate? Oh please. Either he was trying to be charming or he believed in that tripe. Mina restrained herself from rolling her eyes.
"I don't believe in fate. It's either coincidence or planning. I'd guess coincidence on this one."
In order to keep up this ruse, one that Mina was beginning to regret now that this mutant was no longer a threat, she'd have to play nice. So regardless of her desire to watch his blood issue forth while he screamed soundlessly Mina smiled at him in a kind fashion.
"That would be lovely, thank you. I'm not looking for anything in particular. My taste is rather eclectic. Would you otherwise see A Tale of Two Cities in the same stack as Batman and Spiderman?"
Though it should be known that Mina read various Batman comics more for the villains than the hero.
That voice! Irritation flared within her at just hearing a few syllables in that wretched voice. Taking a grasp of the wilder desires that the voice provoked, such as a near undeniable urge to shoot first and bury the body later, Mina forced them into the back of her mind and smiled as though she was greeting an old friend.
"Hello again. This is personal. I've a couple of new bookshelves that need filling you see."
Krisz, that damned annoyance. Why did he have to be here of all places? Why? Mina cursed her luck. The thought of strangling him yet again arose but was shunted aside just as quickly. It hadn't seemed to discomfit him all that much the first time she'd done it. Aside from a lack of ability to breathe anyway.
It was Mina's day off. Or more specifically she had no job for the day and didn't feel like spending the entire day cooped up in her apartment. Being as active as she was it was difficult for her to stay cooped up like that unless a mission called for it or she was incapable of leaving. Sometime during the morning hours she'd decided that she could use a few books for her bookshelves. Both for reading material and to ensure that the shelves in question didn't look quite so barren.
Thus she was at a bookstore. At that particular moment Mina was wandering through the sections picking up anything that caught her eye. Her selection of books was currently mostly classic literature. In contrast to that she was currently browsing the stock of comic book trade paperbacks. Over time Mina had found that when she did read she didn't have a preference for any one genre or type of book. So the comic trades would occupy the same shelves as the classics without a hint of disparity in her mind.
Glancing about the place seemed quiet for the moment. Mina had no clue as to the name of the bookshop she was in. She hadn't paid much attention. Books were books no matter where you bought them.
With her gear check completed Mina was ready to get her mission underway. One Max Johnson, or Maximilian if you preferred his full first name. Mina stuck to Max because it was shorter and politeness was wasted on a dead man. Glancing around the room Mina ensured that the last traces of her presence were gone. Mina ensured her mask was in place and took a second to settle silence over herself and her weapons. All was ready. Mina slipped out into the hallway to make her way to the target's apartment. Possibilities of complications as well as memories of past jobs flickered through the woman's mind as she walked slowly toward the correct door. There was no need to rush. The target was, to her knowledge, unaware of the price on his head. He wouldn't know she was coming so Mina allowed him a few extra moments.
In this persona of Mute, Mina was entirely confident in her mission. Max Johnson would die and she would be paid for his corpse. So seldom had her missions gone wrong that conceiving of defeat beforehand was difficult if not impossible. Logically she knew it was possible and was thinking of ways to compensate for any issues that might arise. However she didn't think that she would not succeed. Call it confidence or arrogance but that was the way of things. Why even if another assassin showed up Mina was confident she could deal with them. There would be no sharing of a reward this time. If there was competition then that competition would die along with the target.
Given the relatively few times that she had flubbed a mission Mina had no reason to suspect that this one would do anything but run smoothly. All too soon she stood at the door to the target's apartment.
