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 moaned as she came to, and reached up to the spot she'd banged on the mangle. She cursed softly in Swahili, loosely translated 'back-stabber'. She had little time to go more in depth, however, as she found herself being hauled up, with her only options to stagger along or be dragged.
Opening one eye, she suddenly jerked backwards as electricity shot through her arm, her bracelet activated by the unfortunate habit of Neena's various 'visions' activating randomly when she was unconscious or sleeping. The guard that was dragging her pulled her back, unfazed it seemed at the continued shocks.
“So what do you think Jemmy? Take them to solitary confinement and think about good punishment later?”
“Oh yes. Perhaps the rest of the camp needs to see a proper example of what comes when they disobey. When they start thinking and stop listening.”
<"Lovely.... Just lovely....">
Alound Neena remarked, "Thinking is overrated...."
The walk to the Isolation rooms was rather painful, until her eyes settled into normal vision. By that time Neena had her eyes nearly closed; she'd lost the roll up glasses, and the sunlight combined with the goose egg on her skull were giving her a massive headache. She heard, more than saw, a small door open, and was shoved inside. Behind her a lock clicked.
She took in her surroundings for a moment. It was dim, a relief to her sore eyes, and small. Very small.
She sighed.
"Well, at least it's quiet," she said aloud. She settled into a corner, stretched her legs as best as possible, leaned against one wall, and dozed off, counting the throbs in her head instead of sheep.
Neena's relexes were dulled by the lack of oxygen, so she wasn't totally able to avoid Sara as she came down. But something did tell her to move, so she ignored her own advice and let go. She unwrapped her legs and twisted away as best she could. She gave his thumb a sharp shove, to free herself from his grip.
She felt something hit her thigh, numbing it. She lost her balance and fell backwards. A dull thud! sounded as she tripped and hit the mangle, then rolled sideways. She lay still, unconscious for a few moments.
(OOC: Sorry, really tired and have writer's block...*yawns*)
Neena was loosening James' grip on her throat, allowing a bit of air to flow, but it wasn't enough if she wanted to stay conscious much longer. Thankfully Sara was having a better go at him than she was.
“So they could be here being circled by guards and bots with these stupid cuffs on them instead. Lord knows what else you humans have in store. I’ll make this deal with you though. Let go of Neena’s neck, let her get up and go. I’ll release my hold on you.”
"Don't let him go!" Her words were garbled, but still anger-filled. She fully intended on following her own advice. If he let go of her, she was likely to continue attacking. It would be better for him if she was knocked out for a moment. But if she had any say she wasn't going to allow that either.
Neena felt her neck crack a little bit as Quinn picked her up; it felt rather nice, since she'd been trying to get that kink out since before lunch.
But back to matters at hand....
She switched holds. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and let go with her arms. One hand she reached her throat and dug in to grab his thumb, and bend it backwards, to get him to release her. In the process, she scratched her neck, making it bleed a bit. She shoved the heel of her other hand into his face, trying to break, or at least hit, his nose.
"If you wanted to help you should have done it back when the Mansion was being destroyed!" she gasped out. "Or tried to get the little ones out, while the rest of us fought! You're help just changed them from targets in a gun sight to targets in perverts and sadists sights! You tell me which is worse!"
By that time stars were beginning to overtake her vision, and it had nothing to do with the sunlight.
(OOC: Hope I'm not godmodding; let me know if I need to change it.)
A string of native curses was quickly cut short as they hit the ground and James grabbed Neena's throat, pushing back. Still, she refused to let go with her hands. Instead she resorted to her feet, now that he was no longer standing and the gun issue was handled. She couldn't see the knife, nor his face; one eye was closed against the glare of the sun, while the other squinted. Definitely not an ideal fighting stance. She hoped Sara was faring better than she was.
She squeezed, digging her elbows into his ribs in a painful bearhug. At the same time she twisted her head sideways, and bent her head forward, to keep him from keeping a firm grip and to allow her a bit more time.
"Double-crossing, snake-tongued, lower-than-a-slug, sloth-faced, hippo-filth, jackal-borne, crocodile bait!" Loosly translated and cleaned up, the English version was much more colorful and entertaining.
Perhaps if she would have ceased insulting the animal kingdom, she might have bought even more time.....
"If you grab the ears of a dog, do not let go. Either the dog will kill you, or you will kill the dog. Either way, do NOT let go."
That's what Neena's grandfather had told her. After he told her how stupid it was to grab a dog's ears in the first place, naturally. She had conveniently ignored that part. Naturally.
Oddly enough, the advice also seemed to work with close combat situations. So that's what she did when Quinn caught and attempted to throw her over. She clasped her wrists behind his back and did not let go.
It cut down on her weaponry considerably, however. She tried to shift her body weight sideways, to throw both of them to the ground, but her positioning was rather awkward. Squeezing her grip tighter she also attempted to ram the top of her head into his chin.
Her glasses flew off to one side, leaving her essentially unable to see clearly. Of course, as she was already seeing red, as the phrase went, it was a moot point.
"So threats don't work on you, seems threatening your life doesn't bother you. I wonder how careless you are with other people's lives."
Neena stood up and turned to glare at him, fists clenched. She was becoming seriously ticked off.
"Neither of you move, trust me your not fast enough if you tried. I do not care about her life, so don't think I won't do it. Now tell me Neena, can you live with her death on your conscience? You may have no fear, but I still don't think you want to see an innocent person die, all I need from you is information, and then I will be on my way.""
A brief flash of sadness passed over her eyes, but vanished as quickly as steam, to be replaced by a hard expression.
"Obviously you don't know much about me." Her voice was low, and ice cold. "If you're petty threats don't scare me, what make you think a threat to someone else will?" Yes, it was a bluff; Neena cared very much about others. However the advantage to being incapable of fear was that no one else could ever tell if you were bluffing or not....
“If you shoot me, you’d better hit my head,” Sara spoke up. It didn't sound as if she took kindly to being targeted either. “And don’t act like you know me that well. I’m not all that innocent. You might even do me a favor.”
Neena allowed herself a small smirk. "Sorry James. Looks like you've got a problem. It's always risky to push someone who has nothing to lose!" On the last word she lunged at him.
Appearances aside, the move was actually thought out. From previous experience she knew he was faster than normal; she actually still believed he was a mutant with enhanced reflexes, not human. So rather than simply lunge, she aimed for his waist, and twisted mid-charge. If he shot Sara first, she would take him down. Sara, hopefully, would be able to move and avoid a fatal shot, and heal. Hopefully. Neena doubted it would be a pleasant experience, nor would Sara trust her afterwards, more than likely.
If he aimed at her first, he wouldn't be able to get a clear shot at anything vital before she rammed him. Plus, if he really needed information from her that badly, he wouldn't risk a fatal shot. That would give Sara a chance to either get out of harm's way or join in the tussle. Again, Neena would prefer the former, but expected the latter.
It was a bad situation no matter what happened, and the odds of either of them walking away without injury were slim. Hopefully the odds of either of them walking away, period, were a bit higher.....
This is the reason some of Neena's students called her 'Lady Insane'....
“Exactly why would a guard of this godforsaken place need the help from her? And what would you have to offer for Neena obviously risking something for you in the chance that other’s found out, mutants and guards alike?”
Neena raised one eyebrow slightly as she glanced at Sara. Many, many different things could be read into those questions....
"Word of warning, Sara. Never trust a scorpion," she said softly, not angrily, but still warning.
"The way I see it you need me more then I need you."
Neena snorted. "Considering I don't need or want anything from you, then I guess the next step is you vanishing. Buh bye."
"I have the ability to bring supplies or information in, or of course I could just kill you." She felt something at the back of her head, but didn't bother to turn and see what it was. She didn't care.
"This is not a proposal, I want information that you have, and I have gone through a good amount of trouble to obtain it."
"Well then, you're up a creek with no paddle, aren't ya?" Abruptly she stood up and turned to face him. Her eyes crossed slightly at the sight of the gun he had trained on her. She smacked it away with the back of her hand. "Get that thing out of my face! If you wanted information you should have thought of that before tazing and tranking me, then dumping me in the laps of those Registration clowns! It would have saved you that 'good amount of trouble'. Traitor!" She turned to go back to work, but halted and turned back to him.
"And do not threaten me. Threats don't work on me. They never have and they never will, got it?"
She went back to the water and plopped down to begin washing again, mainly to give her hands something to do rather than attempt to claw out his voicebox.
"And you didn't answer her question, either," she added petulantly, rather like a babysitter scolding a toddler.
“Call it a side effect,” Sara replied. “But their food here smells funny.” Neena nodded, acknowledging the fact. She couldn't say anything about the taste, as she hadn't gotten a chance to taste it that day.
"Let's cut the shit, you don't like me, but it seems we need each other's help."
Neena's demeanor changed in an instant, as if an invisible switch had been flipped. "I need your help like I need a hole in the chest," she snapped. "Shove off." And she turned back to the washing.
Neena snorted. "Yeah. Just checking to see if I can imitate a drowned rat," she quipped. "Well, I guess running for beauty queen for the day is out. But, as I'm sure dating is out of the question for a while, I'm not worried." She smiled and winked to show she was teasing. She gratefully accepted the dry sheet Sara cloaked her with.
“I wont get shocked again unless I have to heal again.”
"Now that's frustrating.... But then again, not much about this setup isn't frustrating."
With a deep sigh she replaced her glasses, which she managed to keep hold of. Fortunately they were mostly plastic, so the dunking had little effect. She smiled at Sara.
"Still, it's best you avoid the water, just in case. If your dead set on it, we can take shifts, but it would help my sanity.... Eh, let me reprhase that....." She paused and thought for a brief moment. Then, "It would give me a bit more peace of mind if you kept out of the water as much as possible. And ate."
She poked the girl in the side, gently, to show she'd noticed her sudden thinness.
Despite the possible risk, Neena placed a hand on Sara's wrist as she stuck them in the water. She smiled and motioned with her head for the feline-featured girl to go back to the mangle. She wasn't sure why the bracelet had continued shocking her, but to Neena's eyes it appeared that being near the water wasn't wise for her. Neena would get used to the cold eventually.
To add emphasis, she reached out to take the other end of the garment Sara was washing, about the time one of the guards choose to depart. As he walked away, he kicked her. She probably could have dodged the blow, but for one reason or another her attention was diverted enough that she didn't. Thus she found herself tumbling headfirst into the water, letting go of the garment to avoid pulling Sara in too. She emerged from it in a sitting position in the shallow end, wet, shoulder-length hair slicked down over the front of her face in a 'Cousin IT' impersonation. Slowly and deliberately she pushed the hair out of one eye and pegged the back of the man's head with an deadpan glare.
<"Great. And in an hour I'll make Diana Ross's afro look like a cotton ball.....">
Neena felt eyes on her back. She turned just in time to catch a movement, like a shadow twitching. But no body. That was the second time she'd felt someone watching. She was not paranoid, so someone must have been there a moment before. But she had no idea who. Maybe one of the Stalker bots was making rounds while cloaked. Dismissing the anomaly for the time being, she continued to work, and listen to the argument progress.
<"Ah! Wonderful! Now the guards are fighting, and ignoring us.">
Neena still refused to look at James; his voice she could ignore, mostly, but the sight of him might push her to do something stupid at the moment. Instead she used the interval to attempt to return to the laundry. She tried to catch Sara's eye and motion for her to try and do the same. However she also kept her ears open. She was interested to see who walked away from this verbal confrontation with less damage. That info could prove very useful in future plans.....
(OOC: No problems here either. And same comment extended as well.)
"Ow! Ow! Oww!!" The exclamation was more reflex than anything. She'd actually been expecting something a bit more crippling, maybe a hit in the lower back, or behind the knees. You know, something to make her collapse. The hair-dragging, while painful, was bearable. Plus her neck had cracked a bit too, which was actually a relief.
Still, she couldn't help herself....
"I'm not a cavewoman, ya know."<"Even if you are a caveman...">
And then he turned to berate on of the others, still hanging onto her hair. And with them being close in height, it was rather awkward position for her to maintain. She huffed a bit. Then, deciding she'd rather be at least a bit more comfortable, if that was possible, she reached up and took hold of her hair, just under where he was holding, pulled down a bit, and sat down on the ground, until he was finished with his little lecture. With her free hand she reached back to scratch where some strands had been pulled free of her scalp.
Neena cringed in sympathy. Electricity was a rather nasty pain, she was finding. She much preferred dull ache or broken bone pain. The throbbing you could eventually learn to ignore, given enough practice. But electrification was like..... burning on fast forward..... Yeechh! Unfortunately, it seemed at least some of the guards were fond of 'fast forwarding'.
<"Lovely....">
She moved to Sara's side, noticing something odd as she tried to support the girl. She seemed much skinnier than Neena first thought.
"Here is a tip, and you better pay attention, don't fight back, no matter how much you hurt a guard you will get it back, ten-fold, just shut your mouth and do as you're told. Maybe this little event will make you understand that."
Neena snorted. "Yeah, sure." She spoke to Sara, but her words were aimed at the guards, including the one she still refused to look at. "We understand. Bullies are really easy to figure out, no matter how old they get." It wasn't an insult exactly, more of a statement of fact; the guards were nothing more than playground bullies. Take away the fear factor, and the playing field was even.
Again, Neena smiled widely. But her white eyes were cold and hard as ice.
And same comment extended as well.)