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.
“Other then the invisible turtle tripping all of the girls? Yeah a few things. The hole way he worded things, he doesn’t have the normal male manly guards BO. But the thumbs up completely takes…” Sara paused as several guards came within earshot, made another stupid comment, then passed by again. “Yeah, I noticed a few odd things.”
"Mmm hmm. Think I'm going to look into the oddness a bit further. Smell anything, by any chance?" She stretched and yawned a bit, checking to see where the guards were, then continued her work.
"By the way, I have a present for a few of the guards that might not be friendly to your nose. So I'll handle tonight's load, 'kay?" She smiled devlishly.
It was nearly an hour before Neena got back to the Laundry. The extended trip to Customs put her behind schedule, so her escort had dragged her around to pick up extra loads to cut down time. At least that's what he said. Personally she didn't see how the extra stops were supposed to help her catch up.
It was hard keeping the little package Doug had slipped her hidden, but she put her rib injury excuse to good use, favoring her side and using jerky motions. By the time she returned her rib was actually hurting again, so she didn't have to completely fake the pain.
Very few of the guards actually came into the Laundry shack, except to oversee cleaning supply distributions, including her watcher. That made it a good place to secret things, here and there, small items. So when she returned, and her escort went to light up his second pack for the day, she carefully dropped the little package into the box that held the generic bars of soap distributed to the privys.
Finally she deposited herself next to Sara at the water's edge. In the past two months the water had become an ugly, murky greenish-brown color. Lovely....
"So, lovely little show back there, wasn't it?" she asked cheerily under her breath, just loud enough for Sara to hear. "Anything odd strike you about it?"
Neena's head jerked back then forward as she was released, and she banged her nose on the wall. She cursed in Swahili as her eyes watered. Yeah, verdict was definitely in. She did NOT like Jemanai. And that meant the woman went straight to the top of her list, even if it did mean future trouble for Neena.
“Where were you anyways between the hours of 11 am and 5 pm?"
"I was working away in customs," Michael replied, "though I did take a break at around one for lunch. Why do you ask?"
Neena turned and glared at the back of the woman's head. She barely resisted the urge to reveal herself as the prankster, just to irritate the woman further.
“Well You shouldn’t be as hard to fit in a uniform as Big Red. Come on. Follow me. We can talk on the way.” Jemanai led the others out into the hall. With a sigh, Neena turned to finish cleaning up the mess the blue-haired woman had made.
"Hey, you too. Come on." Ethan motioned for her to join the group headed down the hall.
"I have to finish clea-" Her head snapped sideways as he strode up and slapped her across the face. <"What is this? Pick on Neena hour??"> She bit back another oath.
"No back talk. You can finish later. They'll need you in the Laundry Pool if the kid needs alterations made to his uniform."
Neena grumbled under her breath. She wasn't looking forward to spending anymore time with Jemanai than necessary. Or Fawks. She didn't like him either. The guy got off on intimidating people. Since she couldn't be intimidated, the two personalities wouldn't mesh very well either.
<"Gonna be a long night. Lovely.... Just lovely....">
(OOC: Not at all. The more the merrier. Or more painful. lol)
<"Nose nugget, left barrel...."> Neena's grimace extended to include the wonderful view she now had up Jemanai's nose. She decided to let someone else warn the woman that she seriously needed a kleenex.
“Oh no, no, no Miss mutty freak, Miss cleaning lady. You need to make yourself sound like James. You know the high pitched shatter ear drum squeals like this.”
"Gaahh!!" Neena squeezed her eye shut again and cringed. Her eardrum rang and throbbed from the screech. She gritted her teeth and held her breath briefly, before adding, "Sorry, I'm an alto. Can't go that high...."
With her ears ringing, she didn't hear the door open behind them.
"Leave the bitch alone. We got another mutie guard here. Get him kitted out."
Neena cracked her eye open again. Her vision was skewed because of her position, but she thought she recognized Michael. She couldn't see who had spoken however.
Despite her position, she grinned and gave Michael a one-eyed wink, and freed one hand enough to wiggle a wave at him.
Neena's neck cracked audibly as her head was wrenched back. T'was a rather painful relief of the kink in her neck.
“You really want it to be that easy? That simple.”
Neena hissed a bit as she was yanked further backwards. Was the woman trying to detach her head from her body?? She cracked one eye open; she could see the top of Jemanai's blue-streaked head, and her upside down eyes, filled with sick malice.
“You think too simply my dear. You see, I want to hear you squeal.”
She managed a flippant, and pained, smile, distaste evident in the singly visible, almost-white iris.
"I get the feeling you can take care of yourself," Neena ground out. "For now."
<"Ugh, probably shouldn't have said that out loud,"> she chided herself mentally. She wasn't exactly in a position to protect herself, should Jemanai decide to turn violent.
"Look, can we skip the formalities? I can see you're ticked at me, though I don't know why. Can we just get the beating or whatever other abuse over with? I'm tired."
And, both physically and mentally. She felt rather drained right then, and for that reason didn't care much about holding her tongue, or maintaining the 'meek and mild' persona.
“You’ve got lice? Really.” Neena yelped again as Jeminai pulled at her hair again. “Ha! Perhaps we should take special measures so you don’t infect the watch dogs. Does it itch at all?”
Neena clenched her teeth tighter. She'd been doing fairly well at ignoring the annoying itch as of late. She'd found that it actually less effort to scratch then to ignore it. Unfortunately, once she started scratching, it took a lot more effort to stop before causing damage to her head. So she tried to ignore the itch. 'Try' being the key word there. Sometime it worked, sometimes it didn't. That particular day, she'd been doing good.
Up until Jemanai stuck her finger right into a spot that had started to tingle when her hair was pulled. Just that little scratch set of a wildfire chain reaction through her entire scalp.
A quiet moan escaped her throat, but she silenced it quickly.
"No, it doesn't itch at all," she lied. "Scratch all you want, I have absolutely nothing better to do right now."
Neena decided she did not like this woman. Not at all.....
"And it's not the watch dogs I'd worry about," she added in a growl.
Neena saw the woman coming out of the corner of her eye. She was expecting to be hit, and attempted to dodge the blow. The moment resulted in her head being jerked when Jemanai grabbed her hair.
"Aaiiee!!" She couldn't help but yelp; she couldn't feel fear, but she sure could feel pain. And that hurt. The shove into the wall didn't feel too hot either, especially since she her breasts were rather tender at the moment, a sign she was near her monthly cycle. She put both hands on the wall to push back, just enough to give her chest relief.
“You aught not laugh at the predicaments of others because yours could be so much worst.”
"I'm sure it could be, but I'm going to laugh a lot harder if you catch my lice...." Neena ground out through clenched teeth.
She was halfway through the treatment Sara had asked Doug to smuggle in. She doubted the guard would catch the bug, unless she stuck her hand back in her own hair. But Neena suddenly felt vindictive, and wanted to see Jemanai squirm a bit.
“Well you must be really, really enjoying my company.”
Neena looked over her shoulder at Jemanai. "Yeah, thrilled." Her expression clearly said otherwise. "Even moreso with your fashion sense."
She coughed again, and returned to her job. She was used to ignoring her escorts, unless she was appropriating something. Unless Jemanai decided that Neena was the culprit, and had some specific punishment in mind for the prank, Neena figured she may as well keep doing what she was doing. Let the guard make a move; Neena had already made hers.
She had to admit though, that color blue turned out to be more flattering than she intended. Minus the streaks on the skin.... Come to think of it, now the woman kind of resembled an old comic book character. Something 'wire.... Highwire? No.... wire, wire.... Livewire! That's it! A Superman villan.
(OOC: Yay, blue hair! lol And it just depends on how violent and/or sneaky Jemanai feels. Neena is grumpy, sort of of, so however you want to react to that. lol)
Neena dodged the powdery missile fairly easily. It hit the wall and bounced backwards, and the top popped off, spilling whiteness all over where she'd just finished vacuuming.
"I just cleaned that...." she grumbled, frowning.
“Well you’ll just be enjoying my company longer then wont you.”
"Lovely.... Just lovely...." A half sigh/half growl rumbled in Neena's throat. She bent over to retrieve the bottle and dump it, coughing a bit from the cloud, then switched the vacuum back on.
“Excuse me Ethan but was I addressing you? We are talking and she will take as long as it takes to do her job right!”
Neena shook her head slightly. <"Can we say, 'anger management'?>" And did the woman realize she was just making her job longer by throwing all of that stuff at the door?
Her nose wrinkled at the smell of the rubbing alcohol. She'd been hoping to swipe that.....
A resigned sigh escaped her throat. She was getting tired, and the smell of the alcohol made her stomach queasy.
"Well, I was nearly done here...." she remarked aloud.
(OOC: Oooo.... I forgot about that. lol Neena was a bit out of it at the time though; her vision was acting wacky, and the bracelet was shocking her. So I'll pass it off as that.)
“It’s about this big, flat and has a little tiny screan like a TV. It might have little head phones with it still.”
Neena lifted her gaze long enough to see the description, then nodded. "I'll keep an eye out it. Erm.... who should I report to? If I se-"
"Are you almost finished, Miss? We've still got to finish the other side, and she's already behind schedule again." Ethan interrupted after a brief knock, poking his head in. The only reason he hazarded it was because he had an appointment in the kitchen at the end of his shift.
“Ah but you were cleaning the barracks with him tonight. Correct?”
Neena nodded, eyes still down and still fighting laughter.
“I only ask because there are rumors going around about guards playing practical jokes on other guards. Did you know that it’s even gone to theft? Someone’s even missing a ipod.”
Neena didn't move her head, but her eyes glanced upward.
"No, I'm sorry. I didn't realize that." It was true. She hadn't heard of guards playing jokes on other guards, nor of them stealing from each other.
An ipod? Neena sifted through her mind for a moment before recalling what an ipod was. She didn't keep up with modern technology. She was still trying to figure out email.... Hmm.....
"I'll keep my eyes open for the ipod, if you'll tell me what it is- erm.... I mean, what it looks like...."
Her glance returned groundward, though the urge to giggle had abated a bit. There was more in that inquery than finding out what guards were pranking each other. A lot more.....
Neena had trained herself in all aspects of vision as a necessity; keen observation often meant the difference between freedom and confinement, even life and death growing up. She'd already tripped up once, when ended in her being in the Camps in the first place. Jemanai's blue eyes held an edge that the African mutant realized she's best be wary of, and avoid being tripped up again.
So she dismissed the woman's ridiculous appearance from her vision, instead focusing on the other details to be gleaned. Two could play at the deliberate misdirection game.
<" 'Toilet bowl blue?' "> It suddenly got harder to keep a straight face. Neena held her breath and looked down at the floor. <"Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it.....">
“So during the night you go through all of the guard barracks with that guard?”
Neena kept her eyes groundward. "Not always with him. But yes, usually its me. Um.... did I misplace something in your room..... uh...."
It was a possibility that she'd made a mistake, and this wasn't Jeminai. Either way though, Neena was on the verge of losing her dumb act, so she was going to avoid the woman's eyes as long as possible.
lol)
Neena is grumpy, sort of of, so however you want to react to that. lol)