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.
Neena finished remaking the bed when another mutant was brought in and placed on it, also bleeding.
"Day one and this place is already a madhouse. Lovely...." she mumbled to herself. She was also none too happy to recognize Natalie. She couldn't imagine the girl doing anything to receive negative attention, except maybe be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Then again, that described everyone's situation in the camp currently, so....
She looked up, looking for Gwen. A frown crossed her face as she caught sight of a figure just leaving out the door. Something about him was familiar, but she couldn't place what. Considering how absent-minded she could be, Neena wasn't surprised at herself. But something wasn't setting right with that one.....
.... And it wasn't like she was going anywhere for awhile, so now really wasn't the time to deal with the lapse of memory. More important matters needed attending to....
"Well it sure aint take you long huh. You just had to go and say something didn't you? Well you Know if I was working for the guards maybe just maybe i could get me and you a little time off and i don't know we could catch a movie. What do you think about that?"
Neena chuckled quietly. "I think whatever Gwendolyn's got you on has you loopy."
"Man this shit hurts. You think you could find me some pain medicine or something it would be very thought full of you."
"And this coming from the kid who insists that you need a heart of stone to survive."
Despite the kidding, it was obvious he was in pain. Neena spared a quick glance around the room, to be sure no one was paying attention, then began quietly hunting through drawers. She couldn't find any pills of any sort; not surprising. No doubt Gwendolyn had them locked up somewhere. However, in one drawer she did come across a stack of prepackaged patches, the kind that were self heating.
She pulled out two and turned quickly back to the linens, using them to muffle the sound of opening the packs. Then she set the patches on Jason's stomach.
"Sorry Hardhead, best I can do at the moment. Except, possibly teach you to duck." She chuckled, and finished up remaking the other bed.
(OOC: Continued from the Women's Side. Hope you don't mind me popping in again. Going to move ahead a few hours with Neena; hope it fits in still with everything else. If not, let me know.
Another two trips to the Laundry Pool were required before the floor was as clean as it was going to get. However Neena's aching knees were not meant to have rest; after dumping the water on the edge of the camp grounds, returning the cleaning tools, and gathering up a bunch of linens, she was led back to the Infirmary.
"Change the sheets," she was told, rather dully, "You're on laundry duty, starting now."
Neena glanced at her escort. Laundry duty? Lovely....
With a shrug she set about her task, taking the opportunity to get a more in depth look at the area. The first thing she noticed was that Raina was gone. Neena frowned, wondering where the woman could possibly have disappeared to; she wasn't healthy enough to go back to the barracks, was she?
The second thing she noted was Jason, laying on one of the beds, looking like he'd been mistaken for a punching bag. Seeing that no one was really paying attention, she paused, one hand on her hip.
"Well, well. Why am I not surprised to see you in here already?" She moved over and began gathering the bloody sheets from the bed Raina had been on. "Making friends with the guards?"
Still holding Raina, Neena began to rock back and forth slowly; her grandfather would do that when she’d hurt herself when she was little. It helped soothe her and, hopefully, to pass that along to Raina. She couldn’t imagine the pain the chanter was going through, physically, emotionally, mentally... Images of her mother being attacked on the river bank flashed through her head. Was that it? Torn apart... but from the inside... yet still alive?
Neena suppressed a shudder, and wiped the thoughts from her mind, concentrating instead on the constant motion.
Gwen returned and said that the detective had hung up on her. Well, that was one more stone on the scale toward ‘jerk’.
<“Don’t judge him, Neena. You don’t know him. Maybe he passed out. A lot of first-time fathers pass out. And this news had been bad.... no, worse than bad. Devastating. Yeah, he must have just passed out.....”>
She carefully schooled her expression into one of dismissal, and continued rocking.
The evening of Raina’s breathing told Neena that the woman had fallen asleep. Good. Sleep was what she needed most right now. Sleep would give her body a chance to heal. They’d deal with the heart and mind later. One step at time....
Very gently she eased the sleeping woman from her shoulder to the bed. She pulled the sheet up and tucked it around her, then stepped back with a heavy sigh. She felt kind of sick, her version of concern, since she wasn’t capable of worry. There wasn’t much else she could do now.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder. She turned to face the guard that had accompanied them in.
”C’mon. You’ve got a job to do.”
Oh yeah. Clean up duty.... Neena wrinkled her nose, not from the task itself. She wasn’t thrilled to have to face that.... that.... Her mind drew a blank as to what to call the woman. No animal on Earth was low enough to describe what Neena thought of her. On the positive side, this man was indifferent as opposed to insulting, the lesser of two evils, and made the return easier to stomach. She turned to Gwen.
”Thank you for helping her. I’m sorry for yelling at you Miss Gwendolyn.” Overall Neena held no ill will towards humanity; it was the individuals that she couldn’t stand. Gwendolyn at least, so far, had treated them like persons and not ‘things’. In Neena’s mind, that rated respect, indicated by a title and name. The name meant that she was a person deserving of the title given. People without names were simply ‘things’. ‘Things’ didn’t rate respect.
She turned back to the man. ”May I come and check on her later?”
He merely shrugged, and motioned for her to follow him outside. Well, he didn’t say ‘no’..... She shot a final glance towards Raina, then followed.
She expected to be guided back to the Mess Hall. Instead he walked her the length of the camp, furthest away from the front gates, to a dull stone building in the far corner, near a small lake. It was about the size of a small apartment. The sign over the door read ‘Laundry’. He unlocked the door with a master key, and led her inside. Indeed the place looked like a laundry room; folding tables, stacks of linens, cleaning products (which were behind a locked fence-like gate), and various other things. Once thing Neena noticed right away was the lack of washers and dryers. Ah! That explained the lake....
The guard unlocked the gate, and pulled out a gallon bottle of generic-looking dishsoap, then locked the gate behind him. He stuck it in a metal bucket.... <“Been a while since I’ve seen one of those.”> .... along with two dirty-looking rags, and dropped them into her hands. She grunted, nearly dropping the load. He motioned outside, and she obeyed. He pointed to the lake.
”Fill it.”
<“He speaks... Will wonders never cease?”>
She did as she was told, guessing this was how she was going to clean up the blood in the Mess Hall. At least the water wasn’t hot; she’d never get the stains up with hot water. Task accomplished, she was led back across the grounds to the Mess Hall. It was a long enough walk that her thighs were twitching from the exercise. Unfortunately she was almost immediately descended on by the ‘Thing’ in charge. Neena repressed the urge to spit.
(OOC: Continued for Neena in Woman's Side Mess Hall.)
Inside Neena cringed. That explained the blood....
Further thought ceased as Raina began to break down. Neena had never been smooth-of-tongue when it came to comfort. She could sympathize with and anger she herself had felt at some point in her own life, but more often than not she ended up bumbling around unsuccessfully, sometimes making things worse. This was definitely out of her realm of understanding. She didn't think the right words even existed to help this situation.
So she simply hugged her. She put both arms around Raina and squeezed, and just let her shake and cry.
"Is there anyone you would like me to notify? Inside of the camps, or out."
Neena thought back to the outburst back at the Registration building. Her eyes narrowed slightly. It was none of her business, nor was she going to pry and try to make it her business. But if she ever got the chance she wanted to find out if this cop really was as cold-hearted as it sounded he was.
The hard look was quickly softened as Raina looked up at her. Gently Neena place one hand over Raina's, over her stomach.
"We'll get through this, I promise." She hadn't known Raina that long, but as far as Neena was concerned, she was family. They were all in the same 'boat', as the expression went. If they didn't look after each other, then none of them stood a chance.
<"Stone heart, my foot,"> she thought to herself. Forget the nice act; next time she saw Jason she was going to let him have it....
Raina's collar began shocking again. She glared at Gwen, even though she knew it wasn't the nurse's fault.
"Isn't there something you can do about that piece of junk? She has enough to deal with, don't you think? I doubt she's going to cause in trouble in this condition. Can I vouch for her.... or something...."
She probably couldn't do anything, but it felt good to vent a little to someone who you knew wasn't going to hit you for no good reason.
“The lab results are back. First things first—do you want Neena here while I tell you them?”
That statement did not inspire confidence in the least....
Neena started to stand, assuming Raina would want privacy. But the squeeze of her hand kept her from going far, and she returned to kneeling by the bedside.
Idly she gave thanks she wasn't the squeamish or nervous type, especially if what she thought had happened... well, had happed....
Neena helped Gwen get Raina into the bed. She squinted a bit from the light. The glasses Gwen had given her were still in her pocket, but she didn't have time to be bothered with them right then. Besides a day without them wouldn't hurt.
She smiled at Raina, who looked, understandably, panicked.
"Take it easy m'friend," she told her gently, and took hold of her hand. "We'll get this figured out." Then she looked at Gwen, her expression a bit more serious, but calm. "Just tell me what to do."
Raina was in pain; that much was obvious. Yet the collar she wore seemed to shock her anytime she made any kind of noise, even a moan. Neena pointed to it.
"I know I'm probably out of line here, but isn't there a way to keep that thing from electrocuting her with every little sound? Her mutation only works when she sings, not speaks. It's kind of difficult to go through life without making any noise at all, unless you're mute. Especially when you're hurting."
The guard that had followed them in grunted skeptically. He was leaning against the doorframe, watching without any kind of emotion, or so it seemed. Neena frowned at him.
"See what I mean?" she remarked pointedly. He shrugged and looked away.
"Not my problem," he retorted, uninterested. She rolled her eyes and turned back to Raina and Gwen.
<"Hrmph. I guess indifference is better than over-interest 'round here....">
(OOC: Continued from Women's Side of the Camp. If I read the timeline right, this happens after Shrapnel leaves. If not, please correct me.
Neena put an arm around Raina's shoulders; the woman seemed barely able to walk, even with her support. The only part about the sight of the blood that bothered Neena was the amount. How much blood did a person actually have? And how much needed to be lost before someone died? Judging by Raina's pale face, not much more. She did her best to hurry....
"Apologies in advance," she told Raina, before bellowing out, "MISS GWENDOLYN!!"[/i] as they reached the stairs. She hoped the nurse was in, because she sure didn't have a clue what to do now.....[/color]
(OOC: Synchronizing with the Women's Side Hope no one minds, let me know if you do.
Yells and screams came from the Men's side of the camp, as well as another explosion, but from where she was in the Women's barracks, Neena couldn't see anything, except a flash of blue every now and then between the buildings. Whatever was happening had all of the guards' focused on the other side, and away from the women.
Looking around, Neena moved around the corner of the building, away from anyone that had followed her outside. She took a deep breath, bracing herself against the wall.
Unlike some, Neena's mutation didn't need to build or gather energy, nor was the process gradual. It could be activated instantly, which meant that the bracelet also reacted instantly. Concentrating, she activated Xray in one eye, and telescopic in the other. Her fist clenched as electricity flowed quickly into her arm, then through the rest of her body, trying to force her mutation into silence.
The two visions melded together, piercing the buildings, and giving her a momentary, close up view of the outer fence on the men's side; Jason skidding to a halt in an effort to avoid a pair of Stalker bots, a figure swooping down to carry him up and out of harm's way.... Was that Shrapnel? Hmm... nice trick. And how were they pulling this off while being cuffed?
Pain in her body dropped her to all fours, and her internal debate was cut short. Just before blacking out she mentally memorized the glowing blue figure still left on the ground.
Then the electricity won out, and Neena slumped to the ground, momentarily unconscious.
(OOC: Sorry if I'm a bit out of context. Just getting She-Thing involved in both sides as Cafeteria and Kitchen overseer. Continued from The Women's Side)
Betsy stormed from the women's side into the men's side like a hurricane. She was soaking wet from having slipped on the wet floor that dark-skinned back-talker had been cleaning, while she'd attempted to break up the fight among the women. Betsy knew that hadn't been an accident. She was so furious right now she just wanted them all gone, out of her Cafeteria.
Yes, it was her Cafeteria. Her Cafeteria and her kitchen, and she dared anyone, anyone to challenge her on that. She swiped an electronic keycard, which unlocked the door in between the two sides of the Mess Hall. The soundproof glass slid open silently, then shut behind her.
"I WANT EVERYONE OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, the bellow echoing off of the walls and shaking the eatware. She ignored the fact that most of the mutants had already begun being moved out.
She moved into the kitchen area through another coded door. The instant the door shut behind her she grabbed a metal spoon and a huge metal pot from the equipment shelf. She slammed it into the sink with a teeth-rattling BAANNNG!! and turned the water on full force. Then she turned to the other woman and men scattered about the kitchen.
"QUIT GAWKING AND GET COOKING!! DINNER'S IN FIVE HOURS AND ANYONE WHO SCREWS UP IS GOING TO BE THE MAIN INGREDIENT IN TOMORROW'S LUNCH SPECIAL SURPRISE!!! MOVE IT!!!!"
The underlings began rushing around as if their feet were on fire. Considering two of the cooks had already been sent to the infirmary with minor concussions from being beaned upside the head with canned goods and/or potatoes and apples, they felt it better to heed their Chief's warning. Silently they gave thanks that, starting after dinner, some of the mutant inmates would be drafted in to handle the brunt of both the manual labor and Betsy's wrath....
Sound caught in Neena's throat as fire coursed through her body. The initial shock only lasted a few seconds, until James let go of the remote button. But the resulting 'vision scrambling' sent a secondary shock right behind the first. She hissed loudly.
She felt a sharp pain in her upper arm, then another in her back as James's kick connected and sent her into a nearby bunk. Caught in a momentary cycle of cross-wired vision problems, and an over-reactive bracelet, the rest of the scene was momentarily lost on her.
Raina's entrance distracted Neena as she sat up. Between her chores and filching activities, she hadn't yet found an opportunity to ask Raina if she was allright. Sara had told her about the mermaid transformation. However, something did seem different.
At the moment though, Neena didn't have time to figure out what it was. Raina's foot came down on James' remote wrist and stayed there, but Raina was looking at Tricity, not Isabel, who was within a few inches of reaching James.
Without a word Neena pushed to her knees, reached up and gave Raina a hard shove in the small of her back to knock her forward. Forward and away from what looked about to become a two-way shockfest.
Or possibly a three-way shockfest; Neena came back down with her wrist on James's ankles.
As James's fingers stroked her cheek, Neena resisted the urge to lash out and bite them off. Instead she continued to smile, and replied, "Excuse me, but I took a shower not long ago."<"Though now I feel like I need another one.">
She saw Isabel coming and her smile widened ever so slightly. She didn't flinch when the first hit connected, nor when James hit his remote, dropping Isabel to the ground.
His back was to her. She debated briefly with herself about whether to interfere or not. It wouldn't be long before the Stalkers or guards entered. That would make the fight unfair.
Another motion twitched in the corner of her field of vision. Tricity was approaching.
Neena pushed off of the door and made like she was going to pass by and intercept Tricity. However, as she moved, she bumped into James's remote hand, hard. She flailed out to catch something to regain her balance. She just happened to catch the side of James's collar, pulling him with her as she fell to the ground, at the same time aiming so he'd land within Isabel's reach.
"Oops. My bad." Her voice held not a single shred of remorse, nor did the easy smile still pasted to her face.
Going to move ahead a few hours with Neena; hope it fits in still with everything else. If not, let me know. 
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