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.
Sonya/Doug stands stiffly by the side of the bus as the “Rural Enhancement Team” assignees disembark and are given their assignments.
She’s still not entirely sure why Doug was assigned to watch this particular gang, although she suspects it had something to do with Doug not being a trigger-happy sadistic moron, and the desire to have at least one such individual on each shipment. Probably so they’ll have someone to blame when it all goes to #$!$!@#.
The plus side is, Doug has no specific assignments on this particular shift except keeping an eye on stuff and making sure nothing goes too horribly wrong. Which actually gives him an opportunity to follow Sara as she slogs off with a wheelbarrow full of cement.
She’s been trying to decide for a while what she should use for an opening line, if she ever has an opportunity like this, and hasn’t really come up with any options she likes. Still, her goal has to be to communicate quickly that she’s on the inmates’ side, without being too obvious to others, and so she picks her current favorite opening like once they’re a reasonable distance from the others.
"Syn says hi," Doug whispers, just loud enough for her to hear.
> "Well, you can hit what you can't see. Plus, I can 'jump' away anytime I want to."
So... invisibility and teleportation? Or something like that. Sonya doesn't push for details, not feeling like having to answer detailed questions herself, and busies herself with pie for a moment before noticing Garth's attention being displaced over her shoulder. She gulps down the rest of her coffee then, and turns around to signal the girl behind the counter for another cup... in the meantime giving the two police officers a casual-looking glance.
They don't seem to be looking for anyone in particular, though... at least not as far as she can tell from a casual glance. No reason to panic, she reminds herself, and looks back at Garth. "That sounds useful." She decides not to say anything more specific while the police are in the restaurant, though.
"You, uh... want to go for a walk, or something?" She indicates the officers with a shift of her eyes once her back is turned to them.
> "But how are you going to convince the guards to let you in?"
"Yeah, that's the problem. I think I can manage it, though... it'll just take a little bit of planning." She could show up as Officer Schumacher, and they'd probably let her in... but as soon as they figured out what had happened, Doug would be under suspicion.
Alternatively, she could try to recruit Naveed... his power would be ideal for dealing with the guards. On the other hand, she really can't count on him to use anything remotely resembling stealth... he'd probably have all the guards shoot each other, or something.
No, what she needs is another identity, preferably one of the guards at the Registration center. Fortunately, this isn't as much of a problem as it would have been a month earlier... she knows now that she can reestablish her Teresa identity afterwards, and probably Doug as well. Makes this whole shapeshifting thing a lot more useful... just have to be careful not to lose track.
"I'm going to need a day or so... maybe two, at most... to find a 'convincable' guard. I'll keep in touch. Once I do, the rest should be pretty easy... nice thing about simple plans, fewer places where they go wrong."
She takes a bite of pie and savors it slowly. "This place makes good pie, you should try some," she mumbles before taking a second bite and washing it down with more coffee. "So, are you, like, super-fast or something? Those things aren't easy to dodge."
That easy, huh? Sonya takes another long sip of her coffee while she contemplates the situation she's found herself in.
Garth seems so confident... actually, practically all the mutants she'd ever met were like that, like they could handle anything. Naveed was exceptional in that regard, but they all seemed to have it to some degree or another. Like they weren't afraid of getting hurt, or of dying.
Well, except for Calley. He's a dozen different kinds of weird, but one thing you definitely can't claim is that he lacks a sense of self-preservation. Even so, though... what kind of person invites a complete stranger to live in his apartment like that, just because she's a fellow mutant? Granted that he didn't have much there to be stolen, but still... it's not something Sonya or anyone she'd ever met before coming to Manhattan would have done.
On the other hand, it's not like sitting peacefully in their rooms was going to keep them safe, either. The raid on Sanctuary had proven that. I guess it's easier to be brave when running away isn't going to help. Not to mention that this is her job now... it's not like she has much of a choice.
"OK... I'll let you worry about that part, then." Privately, she's not entirely convinced Garth can get all the Stalkers following him... but then again, she has no idea what he's capable of. "Are you sure you'll be OK, though? Those things are pretty tough."
Sonya covers her initial uncertainty with another sip of coffee, then looks around to make sure nobody is listening and tries to sound confident. "What I hear is, the boss wants access to the registration logs -- who got registered and what their powers are."
"I've asked around some: turns out all of that stuff is maintained in a central database, don't know where the server is, but all the remote processing facilities have access to it. I figure we can target one of the smaller ones and infiltrate... get in and get out before they even know we're there. I'm pretty good at that sort of thing, actually -- I figure if we can get me inside without tripping any alarms, and then set off some kind of distraction at the right time outside, I can get the information."
"The tricky part is, getting me inside with those Stalker things guarding the perimeter. Any thoughts?"
Sonya nods and sits across from Garth with her coffee and pie. "Yup, that's what I mean... just making sure you're the right guy." She considers offering a handshake, but something about this guy seems to discourage sociability... and it's not like she really needs to confirm he's a mutant.
When he slides his hood down, she's briefly startled: she'd expected him to be concealing some sort of obvious mutation, but instead he's a fairly typical-looking guy, not someone she'd give a second glance at if she met him on the street. If anything, the hood draws more attention than his face does. She doesn't say anything about it, though, just sits and sips her coffee.
"So... the boss said something about maybe hooking up with a couple of others for this little shindig, but she's not much on details. You know if anybody else is joining us?"
Man, at the rate we're going we might as well just turn this place into a Resistance hideout!, thinks Sonya as she walks through the doors of Insomniac's Anonymous. She hasn't been here since her last meeting with Syn and Ash, but it's beginning to feel fairly familiar.
She looks around carefully, trying to spot the guy who arranged the meeting, or conversely to spot the undercover cops if this turns out to be a trap. She's pretty sure it's not a trap, though, since Syn had confirmed that this Garth fellow was legitimately one of hers. (Granted, she wouldn't put it past Syn to throw her to the cops if there was a reason to do it, but she can't think of any reason.)
She'd also given Sonya an assignment -- to obtain the list of registered mutants and their powers -- which left Sonya with mixed feelings. On the one hand, it was nice to feel useful... on the other hand, she was nervous. Sure, she had these powers and everything, but really she didn't know the first thing about espionage and stuff. What if she screwed it up?
But this really wasn't the time to worry about that. She orders a cup of coffee and a slice of lemon meringue pie, and looked around the room casually, wishing she'd arranged some kind of recognition code. Still, there were only about half a dozen customers... how hard can it be to play Spot The Mutant? Damned hard, I hope... otherwise we don't stand a chance of hiding.
Still, her attention is irresistably drawn to one customer in a back booth, who had his -- or her? -- face hidden by a hoodie, the way Sara did at Sanctuary. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, she thinks to herself, and walks over to the booth.
"Hi... my name's Teresa. Are you Gary?" She hopes he's quick enough to realize she's deliberately not using his real name, in case it's not him.
> "Don't worry about me. If it keeps happening I'll look into it."
Which Sonya is almost certain is a lie, but she shrugs it off... it's his problem, after all, not hers. "OK... your call, natch." She walks in silence for a little while, not sure what to say... they seem past the idle small-talk stage of this little encounter, whatever it is, though not quite yet at the laying-cards-on-the-table stage.
Ultimately she decides not to up the ante just yet... she's enjoying the game too much. "So, what do you do for fun, Kyle? Or for a living, if you're the sort who doesn't do things for fun..."
What catches Sonya's attention isn't so much what he says, as the way he checks his wallet before saying it. It suggests he's operating on a pure cash economy, which Sonya can empathize with herself. It also seems to have blown the bantering mood they had going, which is at the same time a pity and a relief.
"Anyway," she calls over her shoulder, "like I said, I can put you in touch with a discreet doctor if you want one. That whole collapsing thing was kinda freaky... are you sure that's never happened to you before?"
(( OOC: just for clarity -- I have no OOC problem with Kyle's reasoning, given the data he has, but he's annoyed Sonya IC. Well, actually, he's annoyed Teresa, but even Sonya can't tell the difference at the moment, so it hardly matters. ))
> "Genetically Unusual? Now... how would a nice normal girl > like you know about something like that?"
Oh, please.
It's not that Sonya objects to Kyle discovering Teresa is a mutant, which she isn't, really! After all, it would become obvious enough if he takes her up on her offer, and he's one himself, and it's obvious from the expression on his face that he's just teasing her anyway.
Not to mention he's cute. A thought Sonya pointedly ignores.
It's just that the implication was insulting!
"Right," she shoots back, doing her best at maintaining an outraged expression in the face of Kyle's relaxed smirk. "Because only freaky mutant girls read the news, or give a damn about civil rights, right? Nice normal girls just goosestep around selling Church of Humanity memberships door-to-door. Just like straight girls never have lesbian friends and, um..." she finds herself embarassingly short of a second analogy, and having more and more trouble keeping a grin off her face, so she settles for punching him in the arm as she strides past him towards the restaurant.
"Fine. But you're buying, and I'm ordering the most expensive thing on the menu. 'Nice normal girl' my ass!"
> "No I'm not. This has never happened before. > Sorry for freaking you out. I'll be alright. And > I'd rather not go to a hospital."
Sonya frowns, neither entirely convinced by his claim of being all right nor surprised by his desire to avoid hospitalization, and decides to go ahead and move things along. "Um... so, I don't want to freak you out or anything, but if you'd rather see a doctor who won't make a big deal out of it if a patient turns out to be, shall we say, genetically unusual? Well, I can put you in touch with one."
She does her best to seem harmless as she continues "No big deal either way, you know? Just offering. Anyway... are you still up for dinner?"
Sonya, unaware of Kyle's disasterous attempt at telepathy, shrugs in genuine uncertainty. "I was just about to ask you that. We were walking and talking and then you just kinda spazzed out, fell over, and hit your head on the sidewalk... it was pretty freaky, actually. Are you, like, narcoleptic or something?"
She looks him over carefully. "You still don't look too good, to be honest. You want I should call an ambulance?" She doubts Kyle will take him up on the offer, since mutants and hospitals don't really mix well these days. On the other hand, this might be a good opening to introduce him to the Resistance... they've got to have medical facilities there, right?
> "Actually, originally, or as originally as I... remember... I'm from > Westchester. Suprising isn't it? Buuuut... I'd been out of state for > a long while. Haven't been back in New York for all that long actually. > How 'bout you?"
"Originally from Jersey," Sonya hears herself answer, and is briefly disconcerted by her own sincerity. Especially since it's not true... she'd been born and raised in the Bronx, not that she was planning to mention the fact. But it feels true, somehow... she can almost remember her life in the suburbs before moving to Manhattan. Teresa-thoughts, again. It's been happening a lot lately, and she's growing strangely accustomed to it.
She's about to add some comment about the city being her stomping grounds when she was younger, when the conversation is abruptly interrupted by Kyle collapsing to the ground. "Hey!" She just manages to avoid saying something stupid like "Are you OK?" before kneeling down next to him.
He doesn't seem injured, exactly... and his breathing seems OK. It seemed more like he'd suffered some kind of seizure. Epileptic, maybe? She hadn't gotten the impression of any kind of disease when she'd touched him, but she doesn't really know what epilepsy would feel like... for that matter, she doesn't even know if it's a genetic condition to begin with. I probably ought to research that sort of thing, she notes in the back of her mind.
She checks under his collar, then his wrists, for any kind of emergency information. I should probably check his wallet, she thinks, but she hesitates, not wanting to be mistaken for a thief.
Sonya chuckles at Kyle's mention of Rueben sandwiches, and the reminder of the first time she met him. Wow, must've made quite an impression!
"Oh, come on... they're a local deli staple! I'm guessing you're not a native, then... where are you from originally?" As she talks, she walks towards the previously indicated Italian place.
