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.
The arrival of the cop made Mina grimace behind her mask. Bloody newbie had gotten them tangled up with the cops. Now she'd have to kill another one. Killing cops was just so messy and then they didn't leave you alone. Instinctively she reached out to her power and surrounded both the cop and her gun with areas of silence. He didn't need to call back up and the other cops didn't need to hear the sound of her gun. Her gun came up and she calmly and swiftly put two bullets on course for the spot between the cop's eyes. Since he was a cop he'd be wearing a vest so a double tap to the heart wouldn't be happening. But the vest didn't protect his head. She watched dispassionately as the man crumpled to the ground. Whether due to being grazed, avoiding the shots, or her aim being true Mina didn't stick around to find out. Now that her time was bought she threw a glance at the newbie.
A nod was the answer to the question he'd asked before the cop had interfered. Then she began to sprint away. Let the kid deal with it on his own. Even if he wasn't a child he acted like one. This was precisely why Mina avoided working with newbies if she could avoid it. Even the talented ones made stupid mistakes. Even the assassin she'd had to split a take with recently was better than a careless newbie. Of course she hadn't intended to get caught up with this particular newbie. He didn't even know how to pull off a decent mugging. Either that he was gun shy around other people. That was just as bad really, if not worse. What were the criminals coming to that they couldn't manage a simple mugging without bringing the cops down on a body?
All too suddenly Mina felt like she ought to have a cane to shake at those darn whippersnappers. Looked like it was time to head out to the bars. A night out on the town would get rid of the annoyance that this job had turned out to be.
We? Mina grinned at that. He thought that there was a we in this. How quaint of him. Perhaps it was time to rid him of that notion.
"I am going to take off. My job here is done. You? You can go do whatever you want." Mina paused for a moment to let that sink in, "Just know that if you decide to try and cross me I will end you."
All through out her voice never wavered from something pleasant and friendly. The effect might have been a bit disconcerting to some but Mina truly didn't understand why. She watched the mutant collapse from exhaustion. It was a reminder of just how much higher a standard that Mina held herself to. As he declared her a mutant Mina eyed him warily.
"Perhaps I am. It doesn't much matter to you."
What she was or wasn't was none of his affair. Mina turned away and consulted her memories of this particular part of the district. It wouldn't be difficult to get away. Mina would lay low at her apartment for a few days before collecting. Her employers would understand the caution. She'd also need to keep an ear out for this guy going to the police. He didn't seem like he would. He had just mugged someone after all. That made him part of the criminal element just as much as she was. Still, it was better to play it safe and make sure of that.
There were other ways to get assassin work. In Mina's case it usually started with a referral from a past client. A friend of theirs needed someone taken care of and would she oblige them? Mute was asked for by name among her circle of clients because they knew her. Rarely did they know her face, most meetings she attended in her mission gear or a disguise so as to save her identity. Mute was asked for by name because she got the job done and did so with a certain amount of discretion. As she had mused many a time before her ability to cut off sound made her job many times easier. Today's job was another assassination. Mina was good at a little bit of everything that her job required and so could do a lot more than kill. But most people seemed to view it as a waste of talents to put someone capable of assassination on any other job. It was why she had so many contracts for deaths instead of bodyguard work, theft, and what have you.
Today was yet another prime example of that way of thinking. It was yet another contract for a kill. Frankly she couldn't even remember why the person was wanted dead anymore. Not that the reason really mattered to her. The pay out was worth far more than the effort she'd expended to this point. So far Mina was coming out ahead. She had infiltrated the building some days ago. A few drinks with the landlord and some sweet talk had been that she'd needed to swipe his keys. There was even an empty apartment just down the hallway from where the target resided. It was a good enough place to wait for her best opportunity at the target. After she'd made the landlord disappear of course. Loose ends were for amateurs after all.
Today was the day, or so she had decided. Mina had learned her targets routines. It wouldn't be long before her chance to strike. Soon enough she would finish the contract, get her pay, and go back to her penthouse. The place was still new to her. Mina was not yet comfortable within it's confines and that was something she needed to remedy. It was her home ground after all. Knowing it like she knew her own body was just par for the course in her line of work. She carried out one last check on her equipment. Everything was ready.
They escaped. The whoever followed her, relying on her sense of direction to see them to a place that the cops would not easily be able to follow. Mina was easily able to do just that. Eventually he, for it was far easier to assign it a gender than to keep thinking in terms of it, slowed down and shouted at her. Mina turned. He sounded exhausted. That was somewhat pathetic. Her body had yet protest in the slightest at the running. Then again she was used to it. Perhaps this was a fresh young criminal and as such he was not yet hardened to the running this lifestyle would require. He smile stayed in place as he demanded her identity and purpose. Below the mask a single eyebrow rose. He was truly clueless.
"I'm Mute."
The smile remained but her eyes held just a touch of reproach. Her eyes said, 'I already told you that. Are you stupid?'. A slight chuckle, soft and cool, escaped her before she spoke again.
"As for what I was doing there...well I was hired by the former owners of that plant. They were forced to sell it to the current owners in exchange for their daughter's life. They wanted a little bit of revenge is all."
It was a lie. However Mina was quite practiced at telling pretty lies that sounded true. Whether or not he believed her didn't really matter. If he saw fit to try and squeal she would find a way to be rid of him.
"The cops won't be able to catch up so easily now."
Mina kept alert for any signs of pursuit anyway. Vigilance kept her alive.
Her shots had not gone wrong and Mina didn't have to put any extra bullets in any of today's corpses. Disposal of the bodies wasn't an option due to the proximity of the police so she would have to leave them. The woman was thinking about her options when the black mass posed a question to her. Mina turned toward it and decided that her professional name would work well enough in this case.
"Mute. Now my fellow criminal we should get out here. Neither of us can afford to be found by the cops over five dead bodies."
She took some time to peer out into the crowd around the blasted factory. The cops were still busy but there was no telling when they'd start searching the vicinity for the culprit.
"You may follow me if you wish."
Being responsible for another person's safety was something she'd done before in bodyguard work. That wasn't what she was up to this time. It would be up to this person to provide their own protection. She had no incentive to protect them. The gun was stowed back in the bag but the bag was left partly open so that the gun would be easily reachable if it were needed. That done, Mina headed for the other end of the alley. Mina knew this district like the back of her hand and so she would easily lose the cops. Whether her company followed her was its affair.
Whoever or whatever it was went about its business. Or at least it gave the impression it was going to. There was some form of hesitation and during that hesitation the first echos of sirens could be heard. New York's finest were actually on the ball today. Pity that. And the lingering over the body of its victim cost them both as Mina heard the footsteps. Her hand was delving into her bag before the men even made their first comment. Mina drew back into some shadows as she dug her weapon out, a semi-automatic handgun. The gun was left carefully out of sight behind her back until the men were distracted by the fallen man. A stray thought was all it took to have a silencing over both her gun and the men in question.
The men were moving toward her dark associate. Mina could leave them and the other person to their fate but she had a policy of being careful about these things. There was no certainty they hadn't noticed her. They needed to be dead before she could proceed. Her arm snapped up with the gun in hand. Four perfectly silent bullets flew toward the four men advancing on the other alley occupant. Subtly as could be done in this situation Mina motioned for the other to back down the alley with her. She fired off another round of four. Better safe than sorry. They needed to be dead.
Thankfully her shots had at least brought the men to the ground. Without releasing either silencing Mina moved forward to check each man and finish them if necessary.
She was as silent as the explosion she'd just pulled off as she stood and watched the odd formless black mutant go about his attack. Mina was somewhat impressed but mostly just curious about this mutant. She hadn't met the like before. What's more she needed to know if it, as she couldn't quite tell a gender from a shapeless mass, would keep silent about her presence here. The wall of the building made an adequate substance to lean against as she watched through her mask. It was a little amusing that she was dressed in all black, complete with her mask, when she met him. The only real hint of color besides black were her eyes showing through the holes in the mask, brown they were, and the slight sliver of skin that showed there and at her mouth. Even the bag in which her gear was stowed was a solid black.
It became apparent after a moment that whoever this was, they would not go about their task while she was watching. At least, not without some reassurance. Beneath her mask an eyebrow hitched upward and her lips quirked into a smirk. Mina pitched her voice slightly different and added a slight accent to it to disguise it.
"Go right ahead. I won't stop you."
Who was she to stop someone from attacking another? Really that would just be silly. A waste of her time and energy. Not to mention the sheer hypocrisy. No she just continued her casual, if not particularly comfortable, leaning against the wall and watched. The police would arrive eventually and it would behoove Mina to be gone by then.
"The cops will be here about that fire or whatever eventually so if you're going to do something to him I'd hurry up if I were you."
Another minute or two and then she'd leave. The curiosity wasn't worth risking the police.
It was somewhat bittersweet returning to the district of factories and warehouses after having left her home of 11 years within it's confines. Oh she loved her new apartment well enough. It was a lovely place and a penthouse no less. However she had lived in that warehouse for many years. The adjustments to new neighbors and new neighborhood were difficult after being able to avoid just that for so long. However such things were not what Mute was here for. Yes at the moment she was in her work gear and her trip to the warehouse district was not prompted by nostalgia but by a job. A bit of sabotage, sponsored by a company that had wanted to buy this particular factory and was turned down. Cosmina sat atop a neighboring building and watched place carefully.
Early this morning she'd slipped in and placed the bomb before any of the workers had arrived. It was simple, very simple. It was just by the doors since her employers didn't want the building too badly damaged. It was meant to serve as a warning only. That and they didn't want to have to pay too much to repair the place later. They'd given her no such limits on casualties so Mina was waiting for the moment of maximum impact. She'd positioned herself so as to see the interior of the factory by the door where she'd planted the bomb through a window. A coy smile flitted across her features as a small knot of workers, five in number, stopped exactly where she wanted them. Clearing her mind she encased the explosive in a silencing field so as to not alert the whole neighborhood and depressed the button on the remote trigger in her hand.
The blast was quite silent as it ripped through the area. Not that those affected by it were silent. No, the panic and pain were both easily discernible on the air. Collecting her things, Mina departed the roof via a fire escape and found herself in an alleyway by her target where one of the men that worked at the factory had been having a cigarette. Until he darted back inside, still blissfully unaware of what had been about to occur to him. Mina however wasn't that unobservant. She stood stock still, waiting to see what this mutant had in mind.
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Cosmina was not at a bar, nor was she on a job. She wasn't even looking for a rich guy to marry and then kill. No she was in fact taking a break from shopping at a cafe. She enjoyed the things that money could buy her and it had occurred to her that morning that with everything that had been happening lately she hadn't properly enjoyed them in a while. So instead of supervising the workers that were renovating her new apartment or seeking out jobs Mina had dressed herself in a white shirt and jeans, pulled her hair back, and left to spend her hard earned money on herself.
Several shops and bags later she sat in a cafe with her haul enjoying an espresso. It wasn't the best she'd ever had but it was passable. The woman leaned back in her chair and sighed contentedly. She was seated at a table in the front window of the shop with her jaguar in full view. There was no way she was going to let it out of her sight today. Plus she wanted to be seen. Despite the trip having a purpose other than picking up men Mina was multi-talented. She could do both if she so chose. Mina drained the last of her espresso and got up to wait in the line to get another. Leaving to continue her shopping would wait a little while longer, she wanted another espresso.
It was a smallish coffee shop. The decor was light and airy with an abundance of pastel colors and the very occasional dash of something brighter. It obviously wasn't the result of a corporate hired designer. Cosmina supposed that, not being part of a chain, it survived on neighborhood business and the masses of people in the city that needed caffeine to function. Not that it mattered to her. She highly doubted that she'd return to the place. It was simply the nicest in the area that she had chosen to stop in. Soon enough she got to the counter, ordered her espresso, and returned to her seat with the steaming beverage in hand. Today wasn't half bad at all.
The dawn rose to find Mina standing at the window, watching it. 'They' hadn't lied in their assessment. It was quite a sight. Mina had been showered and dressed for about ten minutes now. She was merely enjoying the view before she left. Krisz would start searching for her if she was gone too long. She couldn't have the little sneak finding her here. She grabbed the last of her things from the room and headed down to the desk. She was soon checked out and picking up her car from the valet. A matter of minutes later she was spending down the roads, headed for her warehouse.
She didn't think all that much of Andrew as she drove. Mina had enjoyed their rendezvous but she had no intention of ever seeing the man again. She stopped a small distance from the warehouse and changed back into the outfit she'd worn when she'd originally left before continuing on to her home. No need for Krisz to get suspicious yet.
Mina had spent several days looking through prospective places to live. Anything rental was out. She needed to be able to renovate the space to her liking and tangling with a landlord to get that done just wasn't feasible. Not to mention she didn't need a landlord in her business. No, she'd have to buy a new place. It had taken some looking before she'd found a few buildings that suited her needs. She'd ended up narrowing down the list to visit to just six buildings and this place was the last one. Mina would have left her chatty real estate agent at the security desk like a lost child if she could. However security demanded he stay with her. That put Mina out of sorts so she settled on glaring at the man every time he tried to speak.
She did not need to hear his opinions on the place or hear him talk it up. It would be up to the apartment itself to impress her. She would ask him questions when she needed them answered and tolerate no other noise. Edgar, for that was his name, was regretting taking on such an ill tempered client. However she was, to put it plain, rich. At least, rich enough to afford a condo in this place without having to resort to a loan. Edgar could put up with her ill temper for the commission he'd get from selling the condo she was looking at in this building.
Mina waited by the elevators impatiently. Not that she minded the slow elevators. It gave her a chance to survey the lobby. They were in a neighborhood where he beloved Jaguar drew very little attention beyond the occasional admiring or approving eye. That boded well. The building itself was quite nice, from what she could see so far. Provided the space itself didn't disappoint or the building committee didn't have some insane rules she would count this as the best place of the day. Time would tell.
"This is why I chose here. No reason not to treat ourselves."
Andrew's boldness was not entirely unexpected. He'd taken a small liberty in the car after all. That he would decide that an empty elevator was the perfect place to start off the night's activities was not surprising to her. She happily obliged him. After all, she was here to enjoy herself as much as she was sure he was. She kissed the man quite thoroughly for several minutes until their floor was announced with a quiet chime. Mina easily extricated herself from between Andrew and the wall and grabbed his collar. It was by this that she led him out into the hall.
"Come along now. We'll finish that in the room."
A short walk from the elevator put them at their room where Mina opened the door to let them in.
They arrived at the hotel and Mina tossed her keys to the valet with a glare that clearly promised hellfire and brimstone if her car was at all out of sorts when she returned for it in the morning. She and Andrew then continued on into the hotel and she favored him with a wry smirk upon hearing his comment.
"Feel special I suppose. Most men just end up with me at their place for the night."
She walked up to the desk as though she owned the place and settled the matter of the room. After a minute's conversation with the clerk there she had their key cards. One of the pieces of plastic she handed over to Andrew. From the desk she made for the elevators, simply expecting Andrew to follow her. There was little need to ensure that he was doing so visually by now.
Without outright telling him the truth of her occupation there was no way he'd believe her. Andrew may have possessed the compromised morals of a successful businessman but she doubted he would be comfortable with killing for a living. Not that that was all she did but it certainly paid the best and Mina wasn't so foolish as to restrict herself to a certain type of job. The word mercenary existed for people like her that would do literally anything, legal or illegal, for a price. She nodded at his assessment.
"Indeed you do."
Despite not having been to that particular hotel before Mina guided the car through the streets with ease. She knew where she was going and therefore didn't have to pay too much attention to that. Instead she occupied herself by further studying her passenger and the buildings around them as they drove. Perhaps she'd sight someplace that would be worth investigating for a new place to live.
