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.
Basile wrapped the brat's arm with gauze. How she'd gotten herself shot she wouldn't tell him but apparently she expected him to fix it, presumptuous little pest. Yet here he was bandaging her up as though he were her personal nurse or something.
"There." he said as he finished up and tied off the gauze, "You're all patched up, brat. Next time make sure the bullet hits something vital and save me the trouble."
He'd been teaching the girl for two months now. She took well to the training but she was still the same insufferable brat she was when she'd walked in. A mutant brat at that. Oh yes he'd found out about that one day during training when she got tired of his criticism. He'd simply grabbed her, turned her over his knee, and paddled her like the misbehaving toddler that she was acting like. She hadn't showed up for three days afterward. When she did she had a bullet hole in her arm, the very same that he'd just finished patching.
Mina squirmed under Basile's gaze. There was no way she was going to tell the old man that she'd been shot by a cop during a courier run for one of the local small time bosses. He'd give that unbelieving and disappointed stare. The same one she was under right now. Mina didn't like it at all. Besides, she still wasn't happy with him. He'd spanked her! She was 16 years old and he'd spanked her! So she'd decided that she didn't need his training and went and took a job. And she'd ended up shot. Mina was so close to pouting about how unfair it was. Basile cleared his throat and Mina looked at him balefully.
"Since you're here brat we might as well work on your kicks. They still aren't right. Now get up and go get changed."
Mina glared at Basile but complied while muttering something that sounded suspiciously like "Stupid old man.".
Basile was the sort of older man you didn't mess with. He'd been a lot younger when he'd immigrated to the United States and had made it perfectly clear to the hooligans that congregated near his studio that he wasn't to be messed with. That reputation had stayed with him over the years. He was very good at savate, having learned on the docks as a young man back in France. Once he'd arrived in the states he quickly realized that he could make a comfortable enough living by teaching others what he knew. Others did not usually include a sixteen year old girl who claimed to have no parents. That was what the young woman who was now admiring herself in the mirrors on the far wall of the studio had told him when he'd asked if her parents had consented to this. She seemed far too independent for her age. Truly independent and not the rebellious folly that most teenagers engaged in. Basile wondered if he ought to teach her just so he could keep an eye on her.
Cosmina for her part stayed busy by staring at herself in the mirrors. She'd offered the old french guy a fair amount of money to train her with no more questions asked. If he turned her down there were other people she could learn from. However this guy, Basile or whatever, was held by some to be one of the best. He'd also been known to take on the occasional unofficial student if they couldn't afford to pay or had other things standing in their way. To Cosmina this translated to a good possibility that he'd teach her if she paid him enough not to worry about parental permission and what not. Before she tried to kill anyone professionally she wanted to be able to hold her own against her opponents. After all she was young. As much suspicion as that might divert it wouldn't do her any good in a fight if she couldn't actually fight. Hand to hand training, or in this case perhaps foot to hand, would be necessary if she wanted to be any good at all. It was only the first step as well.
After she convinced the old man to teach her she'd need to find teachers for marksmanship and stealth. Guns were the quickest and easiest way to kill anyone these days and Cosmina wanted to be sure she could use them efficiently and correctly. Stealth was another matter. One could do without it. However stealth was something she already had an advantage in. It would be wise to capitalize on it. If she could learn to strike from the shadows without being seen then she could be truly invisible. Her power would deafen her opponents to their coming death and all she would have to do would be remain unseen until the opportunity presented itself. While she was contemplating her future career the old man beckoned her over.
“You're sure you want to do this?”
Mina snorted.
“Yes I'm sure old man. I wouldn't have asked otherwise. Now lets get to it. I've got a lot to do.”
Basile frowned at the young woman.
“Very well. I'll teach you.”
Cosmina grinned while the old man frowned again. She needed someone to keep an eye on her and the city would be rough on a girl without parents. Basile figured he could turn a profit and keep an eye on the brat from time to time. Cosmina was simply glad that step one in her plan had gone so smoothly.
It had taken some time to get across the country. Time and the aid of many truckers that had only seemed to have one thing on their mind. Cosmina had naturally had to convince many of them that she wasn't that sort of teenage girl and that their pants had best stay zipped. She had half a million dollars and was heiress to a fortune that she probably wouldn't see. Truckers that would stoop to hitting on a girl that hadn't had even turned sixteen yet were way too low for her. After what had happened to her daddy there was no way she was going to let herself do anything for a man that wasn't rich enough to take care of her. Daddy's death had taught her that much.
Now she was in New York City and spent the next several days looking for a place to live. Eventually she settled on a warehouse near the water. Sure it was cliché and it wasn't anywhere near as fancy as she'd wanted but apparently half a million didn't go as far as she'd thought it would. Still, after she got it built out to her specs and furniture put in it would make a halfway decent place to live with the added benefit that she'd be much harder to find here. Who would think to look for a runaway here? Criminals and mafia types maybe but a runaway? Cosmina grinned a little to herself.
Now she wasn't the smartest girl but Cosmina surely wasn't stupid either. She'd need a job or something to pay the bills. The only problem with that was that not too many people would hire someone her age for anything legal. However she had already killed two people so maybe she could do that? Obviously she'd need help. There was no way a girl her age could overpower adults without guns and training. She'd have to go hunt down people to teach her to shoot and to fight and to do stealthy stuff. Sure she could just turn off the sound anytime she wanted to do something stealthy but what if she was seen? She needed to know how to not be seen as well. That would have to wait until tomorrow though. It was already very late and she was starting to yawn.
She had made the bartender's day with her statement. Mina's taste for the expensive had made many a bartender very happy. However Ashton's response to her question gave the bartender a pained look. Mina sympathized. He'd essentially just snatched money out of the man's hand. However, what were the chances that she'd run into a cop? It amused her in a way that she was using a persona that supposedly had a thing for cops and she ran into one the day before she embarked on her little quest for revenge. Still, she did need to see if it was believable.
"A cop?" Mina showed him a very pretty smile, "I like cops."
The bartender settled on rum and coke in the end. Mina sipped at the drink when it arrived before answering Ashton's question.
"I'm an accountant. I work for a well off old couple that pays me to keep their finances in order."
Mina took the stool next to Ashton. Apparently he expected her to make the choice. She grinned a little bit and shrugged.
"Whatever's good. Bartender's choice."
Of course, being a bartender he'd have his preferences but by and large she expected he'd go for something expensive since she'd just given him free rein to do so. While she waited for the bartender to do his thing Mina turned to Ashton.
"So Ashton, tell me about yourself."
What lies would he come up with? It didn't truly matter to her, considering she was only out to have fun tonight, but again she was curious.
The dance was over sooner than one would think and Ashton was suggesting they head back to the bar for the drink he'd promised her. That was fine by Cosmina. This sort of dancing could be fun but really wasn't her thing at all. Linking her arm with his once more she smiled at him widely.
"Lead on Ashton. I could use a drink after that dance."
Having no real preferences Mina didn't really care what drink she had. Her only requirements were that it be alcoholic and that it not be too cheap.
Mina could respond in any number of ways. She could give him her actual name, a generally bad idea for any number of reasons. Or she could make something up. That would work well enough. However Mina decided to go with a name she'd used before and would be using when she took down Ryan Doyle.
"Sarah."
She matched his cool smile with one of her own and then they danced. It was a fast paced song and Mina found it was easy enough to move herself in accordance with the beats. She had little experience with this sort of dancing. She knew the more formal dances backwards and forwards. However at bars and clubs she stayed clear of any dancing for the most part. She was usually content to fritter away her time at the bar, buying drinks and flirting with rich looking men.
Mina was aware that Lenna was still talking when she rolled over to go to sleep. It was rather hard to miss her babbling on about some movie or another. She even thought she heard a name. Mina was more concerned with being well rested for the job tomorrow though. They had a woman to kill. It wouldn't do to be sleepy and miss a shot. Talkative mercenary assassins and their attempts to bond could fly a kite.
As Mina fell slowly to sleep her drowsy mind reminded her that she didn't really like the woman all that much and it seemed to be mutual so perhaps she shouldn't show her her back. Mina sleepily told her mind where to shove it and continued to fall asleep. She couldn't be bothered with such trifles right now.
Mina's smile twisted into a smirk. He could handle that much huh? The smart aleck reply coupled with the offer a drink was enough to sway her opinion in his favor.
"Alright, let's see what you got."
She snaked an arm around his arm and cozied up to him all nice like. Then it was off to the dance floor.
"So, got a name?" she asked en route. It would be nice to know the name of the first guy of the night. There would likely be others. There usually were. Whatever happened with this guy was...irrelevant in the long run.
From hostility to awkward agreement and now talking about movies? Boy Lenna was a weird one. Mina still didn't like her but if talking about movies made the job go smoother then who was she to argue.
"I like the James Bond pictures. They're funny."
Mina didn't feel like sharing any of the other pictures she'd watched with her father with this woman. The James Bond films she'd picked up because she liked to laugh at the villains and their stupidity. She didn't often sit sit and watch movies though. Most of her time was spent working or training herself. Her free time was normally spent in bars and clubs. The James Bond films and Casablanca were her treat for the rare days she stayed at the warehouse or was sick.
On the way to the dance floor she was intercepted by a fairly handsome man. He was well dressed and had a charming enough smile. On his invitation to dance Mina eyed him up and down, not bothering to hide it completely. It wouldn't be obvious to the people around them that she'd just given him the once over but he'd notice if he wasn't totally oblivious. Mina then turned her own version of the charming smile on him.
"Oh I don't know...why should I dance with you over any of the other men in this place?"
Mina rather wanted to hear what he'd say. Not that she wouldn't dance with him. He was handsome enough and dressed in such a fashion that denoted some amount of disposable income. Of course that could always be a ruse. A lot of the men in these places would do such things to get a girl to go home with them. It was what made them so easy to toy with when she felt like it. This was just for her own amusement before she set about taking her revenge on a certain Ryan Doyle. After all, she wouldn't get to do things like this during that little scheme. She'd be obliged to play the good girlfriend.
That was going to be a pain but worth it in the end. For now though it was time to have what fun she could.
Mina had spent some time observing the Black Horse pub where the cop Ryan Doyle tended to spend some time. That took up her morning and afternoon. Tomorrow she'd actually visit the place to start her revenge. Now she wanted to unwind. She needed to be clear headed before starting in on her revenge. So Mina had gone back to her warehouse and changed into a more club worthy outfit consisting of a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, black stiletto heel boots, and a white spaghetti strap v neck tank with a very low cut to the v. This was of course followed by heading downtown, picking a club at random, and heading inside.
Once she was within the halls of pulsating lights and pounding beats she made a beeline for the bar. The woman wanted a couple of drinks in her before she headed out onto the dance floor to mingle with the throng. While she sat at the bar she glanced through the crowd. It was mostly people younger than her: scantily clad girls that were probably either barely out of their teens or pretending to be older than they were and young men hoping to score with said scantily clad girls.
Mina didn't really judge them for it. How could she when she spent so much time at the same game? They were simply younger players and as a rule tended to be much more clumsy about it. With a smirk, Mina downed what was her third shot and headed out onto the dance floor. She'd mingle, dance a little, perhaps catch a few eyes, and then retreat back to the bar.
Hook, line, and sinker as the saying went. Internally Mina was crowing in success. His arms held her loosely as a smile lit up his face and made her consider that as far as revenge conquests went he wasn't bad looking. She'd get her revenge and have some fun with an attractive man. Mina liked this. His attempt at officiousness made her laugh, genuinely laugh not the false laughter she commonly used.
"Well, we could walk or..."
Mina turned slightly and gestured to her silver baby, the jag, sitting streetside.
"We could take that."
She waited expectantly for his reaction to her car. It would be beyond the price range of any normal accountant. She was awfully fond of it. It cost a good amount of money and was a good car. Also, it was fast enough to put up a good chase if need be even though she didn't use it for that unless she had to. So Mina was fond of it, though not in any way sentimentally attached.
Rain started to fall in a slow even tempo as she waited for him to respond. He stepped out into it instead of staying under the awning. When he finally spoke he emphasized his title as though it were important. Mina had of course known his title but the emphasis he put on it made her smirk inwardly. The man was a bonafide drama queen. Sure he'd probably call himself a cynic or a realist but he made such a fuss about it that it just went into drama queen territory. Demanding that she tell him her plan, seriously? Most women wouldn't have one and those that did wouldn't say so.
However, Mina decided she could use this.
"You're right, I do want something." Her hand shot forward and twisted in the collar of his shirt. She tugged him in until he was inches from her face.
"Let me give you a clue"
Then she kissed him. The flavors cigarettes, whiskey, and rain greeted her for several precious seconds before she released him and stepped back.
"Does that answer your question?" then, as an afterthought she added, "Oh and my name is Sarah Princeton. I'm an accountant. Pleasure to meet you Detective Ryan Doyle. You're welcome to search for ID if you like."
A coy smile curved her lips. If he did search for ID he'd find everything in order. It would take some pretty heavy duty investigating to crack this identity since she'd used it before and it had all the proper paperwork to back it up.
