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.
So, I know I’ve been incredibly lame about posting lately… sorry, life has been life… but will do my best to stay involved here.
Sonya disseminating info as Teresa and as Doug off-camera is fine with me; consider it done. Naveed, Sonya/Teresa will happily inform you of the date off-camera, as well.
I think Sonya will have to bow out of the inmate-planning stages, just due to RL issues. Assume that Doug can’t arrange his schedule to attend, but will obtain any info/materials that y'all ask for (if he can).
When the fighting starts, Sonya will stay with the ground force (round 2) in her Doug persona and engage Stalkers, etc. with Resistance weaponry. Afterwards she might stay behind and borrow a random NPC guard’s persona rather than return to the Labs. You never know what you can find out that way.)
Speed is going to sit this one out; it’ll be hard enough finding bandwidth for one char. He's going to kick himself for HOURS for missing it.
(( OOC: Sorry I’ve been gone so long… RL is beating me up, and it isn’t done with me yet. Dropping off thread so as to not delay y’all further)
The puzzled look on Jason’s face inspires a puzzled expression of her own… he is bleeding, after all. But from the way he ignores it, except to cover it with a glove, she assumes he’s used to it… either some kind of chronic medical condition or an aspect of his mutation.
Then she notices how the blood dripping on the floor seems to disappear without a trace, and decides on the latter. Weird… I wonder how that works. Not for the first time, she wishes she knew how to make sense of all the information she gets from mutants when she touches them. She can recognize the genetic anomaly associated with mutation in general, but specifics are beyond her.
She wonders if imprinting on a geneticist or something like that would help her make sense of it all. Worth a shot, someday. But her attention is brought back to Jason as he tells his story about the Camps, and has a bit of an emotional breakdown. She’s surprised by that… she’s seen it happen before to Camp inmates, but he’d given the impression of being made of tougher stuff. Oh well… just goes to show you can’t judge a book by its cover. She wonders how he managed to break out in the first place.
Fortunately, Abyss arrives by this point, which spares her the need to respond.
> " You coming along for this one? Or is he just another delivery and you are gonna go running around the city again?"
That earns him a grin. "Well, you know me, Red. Stay in one place too long, I get twitchy." She shrugs. "And I should get home and catch some Zs before I pass out altogether. But he’s not just another delivery… turns out he’s been a Camp inmate… you probably caught that part… and he busted out, like that jet-pack guy who brought me and the kid in last month. I figure he’s probably safer in here than out there, if his description’s being circulated, and also that he might have some useful intel on Camp security and stuff."
Looking back to Jason she adds, not unsympathetically, "You can relax… Abyss, he’s a good guy. You’re safe here; you’ll never have to go back to the Camps… least, not unless you want to help us trash the place, when the time comes."
With that she waves goodbye to both men and makes her way back to the lobby.
(( OOC: Sorry I’ve been gone so long… RL is beating me up, and it isn’t done with me yet. Dropping off thread so as to not delay y’all further)
> "How have things been going for you other than finding old friends of mine?"
Sonya/Teresa shrugs. "Got my own place, finally; I’ll text you the address in case you ever need it. Not fancy, but at least it’s mine." She decides not to mention the details of her strange altercation with Calley and Slate, leaving it at "Sharing the space with tiger-boy stopped working for me, really."
She gets up gracefully from her seat and pours herself a cup of coffee. "Other than that, usual drill… making contact with free-range mutants, gathering info where I can. Which reminds me, learned a few things I ought to report to you when you have a moment." She has no intention of talking about Hunter’s longevity in front of Katran, or within the Labs for that matter – too much chance of being eavesdropped on – but by now they’ve worked the kinks out of her reporting strategy and she’ll provide the information later.
Come to think of it, she should probably also let Syn know about her new physical abilities… they’re bound to come out sooner or later, and it would be awkward if her new boss got the idea she was keeping secrets.
(( OOC: Syn – go ahead and assume Sonya reports both of those facts off-camera ))
"In the meantime, I really ought to get going… traffic was a bit more obnoxious than I’d planned for; I’m running late for a meeting with my new landlady. Glad you two are getting along… talk to y’all later!" With a cheery, albeit insincere, wave she finishes her coffee, tosses the cup away, and heads for the door.
Sonya makes no attempt to conceal her observation of Katran as the two sit in the hallway… she’s frankly curious about this self-styled goddess. Judging from how the woman reacts to the various events in the hall, Sonya concludes that she has no special sensory capabilities – she herself seems to notice people approaching sooner than Katran does – so she assumes the woman’s abilities are restricted to the physical.
One such arrival is Syn, who approaches them promptly upon arrival but doesn’t seem to recognize Katran.
> "So what's this delivery you mentioned Teresa?"
So, Syn doesn’t recognize her… interesting. She doesn’t actually get up from her chair, but she folds her legs under her in a way that will let her spring out of the way if things get hostile. "Well, she claims to be a member of our little club from back in the day… " she replies, gesturing vaguely in Katran’s direction, "…but maybe she had better introduce herself."
The ride to the Labs is uneventful, though Sonya has to admit that having a strange mutant in her car is never precisely boring, no matter what. Especially one who claims to have the powers of a goddess, though Sonya is somewhat skeptical about that claim… especially since the woman hasn’t actually done anything.
Not my problem, though. She says she’s Order; that makes her Syn’s charge. She leaves a message on Syn’s voicemail as they drive, telling her to expect a delivery, and otherwise drives in relative silence.
Traffic isn’t too bad at this hour, and they find themselves in the Labs’ main lobby well before noon. "Syn should be here pretty soon," she mentions casually, and curls up comfortably in one of the chairs.
> “So I heard you call some friends. Are these the ones that you would like me to meet?”
Sonya/Teresa nods. "Yeah, exactly… hopefully one of ‘em checked their messages by now. Abyss in particular; he spends most of his time hanging around the Labs, so he’s usually pretty plugged in to what’s going on. "
She was about to explain more about the raid – not that she had too much information about it herself – when she noticed that Jason had kind of tranced out, and his right hand was experiencing some kind of tremor. She hadn’t noticed the sores on his hand before, but now they were bleeding freely… except instead of dripping blood on the floor, the blood was clotting immediately. It seemed a lot harder than a typical blood clot, though.
Weird. I wonder if he needs a doctor?
Pretty soon he seemed to recover from it, though, and looked around furtively. > “So are your friends coming?”
"I expect so," she replies, leaning back on a comfortable chair. "Meantime… are you OK? You need to see a doctor or anything?"
The question surprises Sonya/Teresa. "Well, it’s not like I live there. I mean, sure, there are mutants who are too obvious to walk the streets anymore, but folks like you and me don’t really have that problem, right?" She shrugs one-shouldered as she drives.
"’course, you can stay there if you want… they have dorms set up, and stuff. Lots of folks are doing that. Gets pretty dull after a while, though, if y’ask me… I prefer to get out more. Besides, there’s still a lot of unregistered mutants on the street who are looking for somewhere safe to stay, and I’ve hooked a few of ‘em up with the Labs while I’m out and about."
After some more desultory conversation, and a quick message left on Abyss and Syn's voicemails, they arrive at the Mondragon Labs parking lot and Sonya leads Gore to the appropriate entry.
Sonya/Teresa blinks in surprise as Jason mentions the Labs… she hadn’t expected him to already know about them.
Not that the fact changes anything, really.
She nods as they leave the coffee shop. "Yeah… that’s where I had in mind, it’s where most of my “friends” are hanging out these days." As they approach her car, she adds "Is that OK with you?."
> “Still, nobody more likely to stab you in the back than > the person that you least expect it.”
Sonya/Teresa nods, a small smile on her face. "Sure… everybody else, you don’t give ‘em a chance at your back in the first place. It’s like how you always find something in the last place you look, right? Once you find it, you stop looking." The smile fades as she adds "Seriously, though… if it makes you feel any better, I ain’t asking you to trust me."
> “But if he is scared of you then he would be too terrified to sound > an alarm, and if he was then just teach him a lesson by ripping the arm > he used to sound this said alarm and see if you have any problems like that again.”
She shrugs. "Except he might be enough of an idiot to pull the alarm… people do stupid things when they’re scared. And, sure, he’ll know better than to do it a second time, assuming I even let him live, but I still don’t get my damn coffee… plus I have to get the blood off my clothes, and deal with the cops, and with one thing and another my whole evening gets wasted when all I wanted was a cup of coffee and some interesting conversation, y’know? Just ain’t worth the hassle. "
> “So y’all plan on going back to the camps… I been there once and I > ain’t going back by any chance.”
Sonya blinks in surprise at that. "Really? Heh. You’re only the second man I’ve met who managed to get out of there… I’m impressed. But, anyway, yeah… bunch of us plan to get some of our own back against those f-----g machines, you know? Show ‘em they can’t cage us without paying a price. "
> “How bout we continue this someplace else?”
Sonya isn’t sure whether that was meant as a pickup line or a simple request, but she decides to take it as the latter. "Tell you what, Jason. I bet my friends would be real interested in talking to you about what you saw while you were inside… and you wouldn’t have to get anywhere near the Camps. I can take you there, if you want… interested?"
Sonya shakes her head. "Nah... maybe some other time. I'm gonna hang out here another few minutes and then go run some errands -- but if you need to go do archery practice or whatever, don't let me keep you. Nice meeting you."
> "I can make weapons and bring them into being with my mind."
Sonya/Teresa nods slowly. " That’s pretty cool. Can you also teleport? Only other mutant I know who can do that, can also teleport. "
> "So, any sports-like activities you like doing? Maybe archery or something."
She shrugs in response. " Not really. I used to work out more, but I haven’t really had the time lately. I jog when I get the chance." Teresa, she knows, was a physical-fitness buff and an avid jogger… which Sonya has appreciated from time to time while wearing the body… but they'd gotten out of the habit of exercising regularly once she realized that she can maintain her muscle-tone just by resetting her form regularly. Which she has to do anyway, especially with all the healing and the shifting back and forth she’s done lately.
"I’ve never archered. I’m a halfway decent shot with a handgun, but I guess that doesn’t really count as “sports-like,” huh? "
With a rueful grin, Sonya/Teresa picks up her sketchpad and indicates it, then puts it back down. “But you’ve already made your position on unauthorized sketching clear. I also play a mean guitar… not good, you understand, just mean. Though, honestly, I haven’t had much time to just kick back and have fun for months now.
> “Bit of my mutant comes into play. Not much though, it's confusing to explain."
She chuckles. “So you keep saying… so of course, now you’ve piqued my curiosity. What is your oh-so-confusing mutation?”
Sonya/Teresa nods. “Yeah, same here. I figure most of the new arrivals are, if not all. Tell you the truth, I was surprised by how many baseliners are working here… I was expecting an all-mutant Resistance camp.” She eats her meal through the awkward pauses, curious as to what Kitra isn’t talking about but not wanting to pry.
> "I'm not positive on the boundaries of my powers, so I don't talk about them much."
She nods again, sympathetically. “Yeah, I can understand that. Some folks have awfully confusing abilities around here. Guess I’m lucky… my talent is pretty straightforward.”
> "So where are you from?" “The Bronx, originally. Sanctuary, more recently.” She shrugs. “Now I guess I’m not really from anywhere. You guys had it easier, being based out of here in the first place… didn’t have to face the Stalkers or the police.”
None of which she really wants to talk all that much about, even though it’s a huge load off her mind knowing Abyss doesn’t blame her for running away. So she awkwardly changes the subject. “So, ‘extensive physical training’, huh? That part of your mutation, or do you just like to stay in shape?”
> “What kind of mutation would involve sketching?” > "Not a clue. But mutations can be anything, so ya never know."
"Yeah, I’ve noticed. " She closes her sketchpad and moves it to one side as she starts in on her neglected dinner. "Back at Sanctuary, some of them were obvious… like the girl with the cat-fur, and the giant red guy… but most of them were like you, no way to tell by looking at them whether they were mutants, or what they could do. There was this one guy it turns out could throw fire around, you never would’ve guessed it by looking at him." She takes a few bites of her steak before adding, casually, "What about you? Mutant or baseline?"
