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.
Feeling the metal head reform in her hands was…. interesting. Kind of like holding a metal bowl being slowly filled up with ice water. She shivered reflexively. She watched as Ghost also solidified and grounded herself.
"Well, I'd say we've achieved lethality. Any other bright ideas?"
”Can’t say I’ve ever been accused of having bright ideas.” Neena quirked an eyebrow. ”But I’m thinking there’s no reason to keep going with this exercise. I don’t think it’s going to accomplish anything but push you in a direction you don’t want or need to go.”
She walked over to the robots and replaced the decapitated part. ”End scenario.” The three functional machines returned to their places, while the piecemeal one was retracted into the floor. Then she turned back to Ghost.
”You said you wanted to be more useful in combat situations, to be stronger. But the two really aren’t the same. How ‘bout we take a break for now, then try and find some middle ground later?”
"No. I haven't had any more explosions since then.”
Neena nodded once. ”That’s a comfort.”
” So what I've also thought is that it was a catalyst for my mutant gene to kick in. I've been to afraid of what could happen with my powers to really know what I can do, what all my powers entail, or even the how far I can push my powers."
She tilted her head as he paused, and seemed to consider how to answer her first statement.
"I don't think that I will get set off again but I'll do whatever you need done to make sure that people will be safe. If you need me to go see this DocProf to make sure that Everything will be okay then I'll do that."
”Good call, kiddo.” She smiled, and reached out to clap him on the shoulder. ”It won’t take but a moment, and hopefully will put your mind at ease at the same time.”
"I don't quite understand what you mean by explosions, but I hope the DocProf says everything is okay. You seem okay to me."
Neena chuckled at Jeramya’s confident expression. She guessed that between the two of them and their easy-going acceptance, Chris might be fairly confused by then. It wasn’t that Neena took the situation lightly; quite the contrary actually. However the fact of the matter was, should he explode right then and there, or even start to ‘charge up’, there was precious little to be done in time. So, in the meantime, best to let the local medic have a look.
”Best we get it done quickly then, kiddo. C’mon, I’ll give you a tour along the way.” Neena motioned inside, and lead the way in.
Neena noticed him giving her a once-over, mainly because she was doing the same, though unknowingly for different reasons. She blinked over to her xray vision and gave the man her usual ‘newcomer scan’ for weaponry. Seeing nothing of import, she turned her focus toward his actual appearance.
" Hello there. My name is Jordan Hornbuckle."
Her ears detected the hint of a British accent. His outfit could be considered casual in the higher circles of society. Maybe. Blue-eyed, blond, lean, close to her height, she realized, being able to look him in the eye.
”My daughter, Candy, is a mutant and I was considering enrolling her at this Academy. I had heard among my circles that this was the place to send young mutants for education, to segregate them from the hate mongers of the public school system. I had considered having her tutored, but I thought it best to have her in an environment conducive to her gifts.”
”Well, it’s a shame,” she replied with a sigh, ”but I can understand your concerns, Mr. Hornbuckle. Just a second.” She turned to enter the security code, then waited as the gates swung open.
" So, are you a mutant as well, Miss.....?"
She extended her hand to shake. ”Nehanda Jenkins. Please, call me Neena.” It took conscious effort, but she refrained from chastising him for calling her ‘Miss’. Parents and official visitors didn’t always see the humor in her carefree attitude, and while she personally didn’t care, it didn’t present the proper image for the school. Such a shame.
”I am,” she answered his question cheerfully, ”though it’s more of a passive mutation. Welcome to Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters. We offer all required courses for all grades, up until twelfth, as well as a variety of electives. And, naturally, one of our main focuses is on helping the kids learn about and embrace their mutation,” she announced officially, and motioned toward the grounds. ”Might I ask what kind of gift your daughter has?” Of course these days it was hard to tell, but if she had to guess, Neena would have pegged him at mid-thirties, close to her age. Unless he’d robbed the cradle, or was one of those mutants that never aged, his girl couldn’t be very old.
She twitched slightly, disliking the formal setting, but managed to remain somewhat dignified.
Neena resisted the urge to find Jeramya a pitchfork to hold as he morphed into a farmer statue.
She listened once more to Chris's reply, sticking her pinkie nail between her teeth when he claimed he didn't know what could set him off again. That could be a problem. She'd need to see if the DocProf could take a look at him. She wasn't sure if it would help, but it was the first option that came to mind.
"I highly recommend a tour," Jeramya remarked. It's a beautiful place, calm and peaceful. Well outside at least. I spend most of my time up there. Great view."
One corner of Neena's mouth curled upward. "Indeed. Best place on the entire property."
"Thanks I'll keep that in mind. That is if Neena, will allow it."
The dark-skinned teacher took her nail out of her mouth to reply.
"Well, we'll have to get the DocProf to give you a once over, at the very least. We definitely don't want you to get sick again, just in case." She smiled at him in a reassuring manner.
"Tell me, have there been any other explosions since that first? Or anything else odd?" She asked the question so matter-of-factly, they could have been discussing the common cold rather than a life-threatening bomb.
Neena was in the kitchen taking inventory when her phone went off. Chip had gotten ahold of her phone during class and changed her ringtones, so that the gate alert now played Weird Al Yanchovich's 'I Wanna Be A Jedi'. She shook her head as she spoke into the speaker.
"On my way."
She made her way out the Mansion Proper, and across the lawn, murmuring to herself.
As she approached the gates, she glanced up and smiled at the man on the other side.
Neena nodded at the suggestion of the Library instead. "That'll work."
" In fact, I believe there is an old storage room down there with archives and audio-visual equipment in it that would do nicely. if that suits you as-"
Neena's ears twitched slightly at the ringing phone, and she automatically turned to listen. She didn't intend on eavesdropping, but most cellphones were loud enough that she couldn't help it. She looked up in his direction politely as he hung up.
"Very good. He should be somewhere around here straight away."
"Excellent. We can meet him in the Library then. And none of that 'Miss' nonsense, remember? I may be an Old Maid, but I haven't hit fifty yet," she added cheerily. "If he starts that up, he's in for a hit. I'd hit you, if I thought it would do any good."
She tuned and looked at him, one eyebrow raised, straight on enough for one to think that she could see his reaction. Her next remark added to the illusion.
"Hmm. I still say you'd look better as a redhead, but I guess the brunette works, too. You oughta let it grow out a bit more, like your friend's was."
She paused inside the library and glanced around. She squinted slightly as her infrared vision came online, so she could scan for any warm bodies.
"I just cut off that robot's head, Neena. That was metal. How much easier would it be to slice through flesh and bone?"
Neena reached out as Ghost extended the robot head, her powers turning the metal into another airy wisp of her element. She attempted to cover the young woman’s hands with her own, stopping before they passed right through them.
".... aren't we supposed to be superhuman? Above normal ability... that means we need to have above normal restraint..."
She nodded slowly, her voice going soft. ”Yes, we are, and we do. Superior strength isn’t an excuse for domination.” She looked down, watching both Ghost and the robotic head slowly solidify, feeling its weight slowly return. When she was able, she squeezed the girl’s hands, and looked back up at her. A small smile had planted itself on her lips.
”And it takes more strength to hold yourself back,” she remarked, referring to Ghost’s earlier expression, her wish to be a stronger person. ”Especially when someone you love is at risk.”
Neena listened to Chris's story, nodding and "Uh huh"ing at appropriate intervals. When he reached the nuclear explosion, she tilted her head to look at him over her glasses. Seeing his unease, she held back making a quip about a new meaning for 'bug bomb'.
"All I know is that I can control radiation, and apparently if under enough stress can cause a nuclear explosion."
"Hmm, interesting. So then, my next question is, how easily do you get stressed?" she asked nonchalantly, but it raised a valid concern.
"Good morning Neena."
She glanced up as they approached the school, to see what appeared to be a stone statue walking down the wall. She grinned.
"Morning Jeramya."
"Hello there. Come to take a tour of the school?"
"Uh... Uh.. Hi. Ya, I uh...I think so."
Neena attempted not to chuckle at the teen's surprise. Naturally it didn't bother her any, but she guessed that the stone mutant's grin could appear rather unsettling to the normal person.
"Chris, this is Jeramya, our resident gargoyle. Jer, this is Chris, a possible resident and... student?" Her sentence ended in a question, as she wasn't sure if he intended on taking classes, or simply needed a place to stay for awhile.
Neena blinked several times as Bittie was effectively removed from the exercise. She tilted her head slightly, and her brows rose and fell in a facial shrug.
"Hm. That definitely counts as offensive."
Ghost sounded unsettled; whether from the robot's demise or the teacher's answer, Neena couldn't tell. Either way, she paused the scenario once more, and focused on the elemental's inquiry.
"I just wanted to know, I guess. I still respect you. I just wanted to know if it's possible... to still be a good person even if you make mistakes."
"If you're asking my opinion, then yes, I believe you can be. 'To err is human', as the saying goes. As for killing someone..... Well...."
Neena reached up to rub the back of her neck, and pulled one leg up in her 'flamingo stance'.
"I can't say that I haven't killed out of extreme anger, even though it was to protect someone else." Her eyes glazed over as she recalled her activities during the Camp Breakout. "The circumstances were extreme. I would never expect anyone else to do what I did. But if the chance came to do it all over again...." She inhaled deeply, and let it out in a resigned sigh. "I can't say I wouldn't kill again." Especially since the guy had been a masochistic pedophile. But that was neither here nor there.
"I won't give my opinion on whether killing is wrong or right under various circumstances. You didn't ask for that, and it can be argued by anyone until they're blue in the face. But I will say that I firmly believe that your actions in life will come back on you, good or bad. I've done some things in my life, both on purpose and on accident, that I'm fully prepared and expecting to pay for one day."
She turned her head to look Ghost in the eyes, as best she could, her expression showing an odd combination of sorrow, resignation, and contentment.
Added updated list and description of various visions to the main profile. More will be added later, as power upgrade, but rped out as having always been there.
Neena could just barely make out the intent focus on Ghost's faded features. She guessed that, from her earlier expression, the young woman thought she was taking the offensive. Perhaps Neena should clarify that she meant offensive 'with intent to harm', as she'd put it. Robots could be repaired; sometimes people could not. If you could find the line with the robots, then you could avoid that line in real life.
"Are we still ruling out buffeting and cutting winds as well as things I've already tried?"
"Buffeting, yes. Go ahead and try the cutting again. And push it a bit further in force this time." Neena decided to settle on that for clarification instead. Maybe now wasn't the time to push. "Ready?"
She waited for an affirmative, before unpausing the scenario. The robots immediately continued from where they'd left off.
"Neena? Have you ever... uhm-killed someone?"
"Bonnie." Neena called out the first attacker, then without missing a beat, added simply, "Yes."
She waited for the next attacker, calling out 'Bittie', before inquiring in a neutral voice, "Why do you ask?"
" That's actually a rather wonderful turn of events. Maya has been working in Europe with a program called the Jump Start Initiative to use Haywire in a controlled experiment to restart the Gulf Stream."
"Oh?" Neena paused momentarily in her scans. She'd heard of the program and its initial failure. She had not heard of Haywire being used in a second attempt. Though she'd lost touch with the air elemental, Neena found it a bit hard to believe Maya would volunteer for such an experiment. She'd been so hesitant to use her gift offensively in the beginning, and that was with being in full control of herself.
"She's quite a different person than we remember, her military training and experience has really changed her. For the better."
Neena shrugged and nodded. "That's good to hear."
"On a personal note, we have reunited and rekindled our relationship. We are very happy together. I know how you like good news."
"Indeed! That's even better to hear." She grinned widely and nodded enthusiastically. Again, her nosy-neighbor-nature reared its ugly head, but she'd always been convinced that the two made a lovely pair. They seemed to stabilize each other, balance each other out.
She finally stopped twirling, and settled on the sliding doors of the coat closet. She pointed, then looked in his direction. "Does the doorway have to have a knob? Will those slider work? Or is that too close of quarters? If not, I suppose we could settle for the front door. Though that seems a bit cliche'."
When he spoke about the Colony reaction to the impending delegation, she tilted her head to listen, allowing her sightless gaze to drift aimlessly.
" I believe it is general knowledge, hence my visit here to try to find a mediation for the issue. I think it is an excellent way to educate the next generation of humanity, but unfortunately, it really isn't entirely up to me. The Council will have to decide. I made the motion to them prior to leaving. They have been on my back a bit for deviating from my Colony duties to pursue something that they don't necessarily approve of. It will take some time, but I am fighting the good fight, as usual."
"Its a shame," she remarked, "though I suppose I can sympathize a bit. Humanity's track record for tolerance leaves much to be desired. Still, at least its moving forward. Hopefully your council will be able to move forward with it."
She didn't intend to sound critical. Mutants and humans as groups had little reason to trust or tolerate each other, and so places like the Colony were by no means surprising. Even the Mansion, despite their good intentions of mutant-human equality, ended up catering to only one group. It was simply a shame that the Colony's pursuit of peace had taken such an extreme path of Isolation, rather than Integration.
In response to his 'fight the good fight' comment, she winked.
"Nice to meetcha, Chris-or-Fission." Neena took note of the quick-release handshake.
"All I can ask is that we all try. What do ya want to know? I'll tell you what I can but I don't know hardly anything about it."
"Then let's start with what you do know. Beginnings are always good starting places." She smiled at him in an attempt to put him at ease.
Although she had her breath back now, she set a somewhat slower pace across the lawn, and toward the front door. This was, by far, her favorite part of her job at the Mansion; meeting and greeting new people and learning about their various 'gifts'. Maybe she was simply nosy by nature.
Neena nodded her head sharply. "Good. And don't you forget this time, or else." She shook her staff at him in warning.
Her eyes moved slightly as the guard entered with a five minute warning, and nodded.
"That's my cue to skidoo. Oh! Before I forget...."
She finally held out the little box for him to take. But as he took it, she held onto the other end for a moment.
"I'll come visit again, and we'll talk about things other than alcohol. But-" and her voice took on what people called her lecture mode, "-the next time I see you outside of the prison fence, I expect this box to be full. If its not, I'm gonna do a lot more than just bonk ya on the head. Ya got that?"
She waited for an affirmative before releasing her hold on the carved, A.A. medallion case. Yes, she was still upset with him. Yes, she felt more than a little betrayed at his unexplained disappearance. Yes, she was very disappointed in his lapse in judgment and where he'd ended up because of it. No, she wasn't sure she trusted him not to have a relapse or three once this was behind him.
But.... they were friends. At the very least, she owed him support on the path to recovery.
She stood and walked around the table, arms open for a hug. Then she smacked him again, though not as hard.
"And quit scaring the guards so much, ya Lunkhead. You're supposed to be proving that not all mutants are dangerous, remember?" But she was smiling as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "See ya next time."
"Distractions are godsends," Neena chuckled slightly at Tarin's remark. "And not just for those with short attention spans."
Her eyelids drooped a bit as she began focusing on other sounds from beyond the room. Mainly she was searching for the DocProf's footsteps, or possibly one of the nurses, coming in their direction.
This summer had been kind to the Mansion, in that the Virus had only affected a small number. So far the only truly concerning episode had involved a young dreamwalker. His was the first 'catch of the season', and because of the nature of his mutation, it had taken nearly two days for them to link various nightmares, dayscares, and hallucinations to him. Six more students and one teacher followed him into the Haywire ward, but all with minimal reactions.
"So, with the intentions of promoting said distractions, when are you two gong to take some time off for a vacation? I've been planning a sleepover party for the little ones for at least six months. But we can't very well go ahead with it if Mom and Dad are constantly looking over our shoulders and spoiling our fun, now can we?"
Silly and random as the question was phrased, there was a point to what she said; Tarin and Lee needed a vacation. A day, a night, a weekend, whatever. They needed some time to themselves.
Her ear twitched slightly as they picked up a familiar set of steps headed in their direction. Her head turned towards the door, giving the family a head's up that they had a visitor.
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