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.
Murphy's Law: "Anything that can possibly go wrong, will go wrong.'
Camp For Relocated Mutants: Validation of Murphy's Law.
Neena cringed in sympathetic pain as Sara's bracelet kicked in, apparently from an automatic healing mutation. Yet another stray fact: Water and electricity don't mix.....
And, it seemed, neither did Sara and the Jerk. Big surprise there. Internally she sighed as another confrontation shaped up, and set up another betting cycle with herself to see who would be ending up at the infirmary this time. How much was Gwendolyn being paid for this job anyway? For that matter, were any of the guards being paid?
Neena glanced at the water, and the developing situation, and decided to stick with the mangle. She ran a sheet through to pass the time while the two sides came to an agreement; no sense in wasting useful time.
“Attack me like that again, and my bracelet shocks both of us. Try to hurt her, or grab her, my bracelet shocks both of us.”
Offer One, on the table. Offer Two, coming up.....
"And if you do THAT I will make make sure you regret it."
The betting wheels in Neena's mind froze. She knew that voice. She knew the face attached to that voice. She wanted to sink her nails into the throat that voice came from, and possibly her teeth as well.....
She did NOT look up to put a face to that voice. Because if she did, her body might ignore the tiny voice telling it to stay firmly put, and this time and place was not the right time and place for that.
However, if that voice found her again in a different time and place, all bets were off....
(OOC: Let me know if I'm godmodding, Sara, and I'll mod it.
“I’ll trade ya.” Sara handed the clean shirt off to Neena and began doing the scrubbing. Neena nodded.
"How 'bout we take shifts?" she replied in the same low tone. "Even fur gets soaked eventually." She wasn't making fun; it was a simple fact was all.
The singing continued, a bit more light-hearted now. Neena was just reaching for one of the laundered linens to dry out, when a second guard approached. Neena watched warily, and was within catching distance when he brought a weapon down on Sara. She tried to keep the feline-female upright even as the man spoke, planting himself squarely in Neena's "majority of sleezebags and sick-in-the-heads" category.
“You’re going to do the rest of this work in silence. If I hear so much as a peep out of you lot we’ll get a chance to see just how far Grit here can swing a cat, isn’t that right Grit.”
<"Peep."> Had Neena been on her own, she might have let that slip out. She was sorely tempted to anyway. But Sara was there, as was Mr. Seems-to-be-a-decent-guard. Several options and consequences ran through her mind in a split second.
Option one: Say 'Peep'. Consequence: Most likely a trip to the Infirmary for both her and Sara. Whether conscious or not was up to chance. Gwen was already tired of seeing Neena, or so she came across, so Option One was out.
Option Two: Pretend she didn't hear the Jerk, keep singing. Consequence: Probably along the lines of Option One.
Option Three: Play the cowering, broken spirited prisoner, and quietly continue on with her work. Consequence: Ideally, relief of the Jerk's presence, but most likely, extension instead. Possibly loss of any shred of respect or self-worth. Possibly. Not likely though....
None of the above appealed much to Neena. So instead, she went with Option Four, and held true to her core personality.
She smiled. At the Jerk. No giggles, no chuckles, no humming or singing. Just a nice big grin, pure and simple.
"Ninety-six bottles of beer on the wall," Neena sung along with Sara cheerfully, wondering how long it would take for one of the human's to get irritated.
As expected.... “Hey, you two no slacking eh?”
" ninety-six bottles of beer...." Neena continued on, pretending not to hear.
“The sooner you finish the less the chance that you will catch hypothermia and be picked on by the majority of the perverts here. Keep your chin up.”
.... That was not as expected.
"Take one down, pass it around...." Neena turned around, still singing, to put a face with that bit of decency.
“Now I want that pile done on the double, by sundown or do a double shift all through the night.”
"Ninety-five bottles of beer on the wall." Neena smiled slightly and imitated tipping a hat, a salute of sorts, then returned to her task cheerily. Maybe laundry wouldn't be so bad after all. "Ninety-five bottles of beer on the wall, ninety-five bottles of beer...."
For her and Sara that was. With Neena's singing, it might not be so great for the guards....
“No not nearly annoying enough. How about hennery the eight, or the song that never ends from lamb chops. Better yet 100 bottles of bear on the wall. I like that one. 100 bottles of bear on the wall.”
Neena couldn't hide her grin that time. "Sara, I love the way you think."
And to prove it, she began humming the tune, softly at first, so the guards wouldn't immediately shock the notes out of them. After a few moments she added the words, under her breath. In the back of her mind she wondered if Sara had keen hearing to go along with her feline features?
"Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-nine bottles of beer. Take one down, pass it around, ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall. Ninety-eight bottles of beer...."
“Yeah but I didn’t see what anyone else had. I only had time to see my own name.”
"Hmm... And here I thought summer camp was about having fun and learning new skills. Pfft! I figured out I didn't like laundry when I was four." Neena spared one more glance at the guards before lowering her voice. "Though I suppose 'moron-sitting' might count as a new skill," she remarked, indicating their escorts.
“A day at most,” was the reply about the nails. “Fast growing nails is, unfortunately part of this. That and the fast metabolism rebuilding cells thing that was once explained to me in depth but I’ll never really understand it.”
Neena snorted. "Details, details. Everyone always wants to know the details. They ask you 'what's your mutation', then when you tell them, they call you a freak. Wouldn't have saved ink and time just to write that on the paper? For that matter, why bother with the paper at all, since they class us all in the same category. Next they'll be saying 'You all look alike anyway'."
Okay, sooo.... that wasn't really pertaining to what Sara had said, but her comment had reminded Neena of the Registration process. So that's what popped out of her mouth.
"Sorry. I tend to wander of topic. Don't mind me." She shrugged and smiled with no hint of apology, and waited to see how the girl would react to her oddness.
“Well at least they’ll grow back fast enough. It’s been a while since anyone’s called me a kid anyways.”
Neena chuckled a bit. She was used to being the oldest in most groups, so she'd developed the habit of calling everyone 'kiddo'.
“Sara, And it’s good to meet you as well.”
Neena wiped a wet hand on her shirt, a silly gesture since her shirt was soaked, and shook the girl's hand.
"Are they assigning everyone jobs now?" she asked curiously.
Again aware of her surroundings, she searched around to see if anyone else had joined them. So far all she saw were guards, and none of them were paying attention. Despite her initial assumption upon arrival in the camp, Neena was beginning to see a split among their captors; the vocal majority of sleazebags and 'something-wrong-in-the-head's, and the not-so-vocal minority of 'don't-give-me-problems-and-I-won't-give-you-any's. Now if she could just find one in the latter category that would be willing to talk.... or even just listen.....
"How fast will your nails grow back?" she asked Sara, adjusting her glasses and returning to her task.
At the Laundry Pool, lost in her own thoughts, Neena didn't realize she had company until they spoke up.
“Ah crap!”
She glanced up, and blinked behind the makeshift sunglasses.
"Ya know, any other time I'd be telling the kids not to bite their nails. But I'm guessing this time its a good thing." Her voice was light-hearted, despite the current locale.
She remembered catching a glimpse of the feline-featured girl in the Mess Hall, but hadn't had a chance for any formal introductions.
<"Does formal really apply to anything 'round here?"> Yet another thought to add to her long list of nonsense floating about in her mind. The stuff was beginning to pile up.....
Not too far from the Mutant Barracks Neena was already working, up to her elbows in water and soap. There was a man-made pool, about the size of a small lake, in the corner of the camp. It's purpose, from what she was experiencing, was to replace a decent washing machine.
Why was she not surprised?
The toilets, while lacking privacy, at least had indoor plumbing, as did the Guard Barracks, Main Office, Mess Hall.... basically every building other than the Mutant Barracks had indoor plumbing in at least the sink version. And none of that plumbing was designated for washing clothes or linens. That was reserved for the mutants. To do by hand.
<"Lovely.... Hmm.... I use that word a lot, don't I?">
The thought occupied her mind as she waded at the water's edge, washing out the blood from the Infirmary bedsheets. The water was cold; good for washing, not so good for a body who was used to the 100+ degree heat of Eastern Africa. Especially since she had to sit in the water; her knees wouldn't allow her to kneel for as long as it would take to do this amount of laundry. At least there were no crocodiles in the clear water.
<"I wonder how long this water will stay clear? Is it filtered or cycled? Sure hope this isn't what we're drinking....">
Those thoughts added themselves to the ones already preoccupying her mind. She began to whistle idly.
Neena inhaled deeply, then let it out in a huff out of one side of her mouth. "Great," she mumbled. She was cold and wet and tired, she was cramping and her arms hurt, and growing steadily more irritable. Climbing back on the bus she promptly pulled her hat over her eyes, and folded in on herself to nap and try to regain her usual easy-goingness.
(OOC: Okay, its been a few days, so I'm going to go ahead and post again.)
Neena shook her head as the fight broke out.
"And they call us the savages?" she muttered under her breath.
Using her ice breaker to lean on, she glanced at Shya, to see what she was doing, then looked around for Ruby. Honestly, they hadn't done anything but whistle. So why all the commotion?
"Hey!" She nearly toppled forward into the snow as someone hit her on the back of her head. "Keep working!"
Neena frowned and rubbed the back of her head. "I can hear just fine without the special effects."
James sneered at her. He looked rather like a disproportioned snowman in the winterwear guard's uniform. Such an annoying little man..... With a sigh, she continued her ice breaking, ignoring the riot on the sidelines.
Neena had a hard time getting the hang of her ice chopper at first. She came from a country where ice was found in the mountains, not the city. A born klutz, she was finding it a bit difficult to walk on the slippery stuff, let along chop it up. She slipped several times before adopting a penguin-like shuffle-shuffle-balance-shuffle gait, using the chopper like a walking stick.
Something cold and wet connected with the back of her head, and she wobbled. "Wha--ah--oof!"[/i] She landed on her butt in the snow. She turned to see Raina giggling, and pointing to the protesters. Neena stuck her tongue out, then grinned widely and gave her a thumbs up. She gathered a handful of snow to toss back at Raina and Ruby, then got back to her feet, carefully.
Shya came behind Neena, shoveling the snow and chopped ice out of the way, and Neena figured out that she could walk easier on the snow-covered grass. She cracked the ice at the edge first, hopefully giving Shya a boundary to go by, then moved inward once the walkways were less dangerous.
She looked up as someone began to whistle. Raina! Neena's grin widened even further, and she added her own. She didn't recognize the tune she was whistling. Instead she listened to what Raina whistled first, then repeated it, waited and listened, and repeated again.
A commotion began on the edge of the crowds lining the sidewalks. Neena didn't pay too much attention at first, concentrating on the tunes instead. But the tension was growing between the two factions.[/color]
Neena slept for most of the ride to the park, with her hat pulled over her eyes. Her less-that-cheerful mood deviated from her usual MO, but she hadn't snapped yet. She probably wouldn't, but she wasn't going to be as pleasant of company as usual.
Every now and then she'd reach up and scratch her head; she still couldn't figure out where the lice had come from, and she hadn't seen Doug lately to ask for a treatment delivery. Yet another irritation in an already annoying day.
The bus pulled up to the park.
"Everyone up! Single file, eyes on the ground. No talking allowed, unless you're addressed!"
<"Pfft! Yeah right....">
Neena yawned, and took her place in line. She was glad she had her sunglasses on; even then the white snow blanketing the park glared in her eyes. She looked up and noticed the picket circus going on on the sidelines. Both anti- and pro-mutant groups were present. She wondered how much provocation it would take to get a riot going between the segments.
She saw a new camera, and just couldn't help herself. She grinned and waved, and shouted, "Hi Ma!" A wave of chuckles passed through the crowd.
"No talking!" a voice hissed in her ear. But that was it; no shock, no hit, no yelling.
<"Hmm.... no public discipline, eh? I wonder....">
An ice chopper was shoved in her face, along with a guard's face ordering her to began clearing away the edges of the jogging paths. With a shrug, she started where instructed, raising and dropping the chopper, basically a wooden broomstick with a weighted metal blade at one end, and breaking the ice into small enough chunks that a shovel could handle.
<"Lovely.... Just lovely...."> she grumbled silently. <"So much for staying warm.">
<"Well, Sara's alive. That's definitely a good thing."> Aloud Neena replied, "Depends on your definition of 'okay' is. If it equates to 'being alive', yeah, I'm just fine. If you mean painwise..... No."
She didn't dare open her eyes; they always scrambled when she became conscious again, and she wasn't ready to test her bracelet yet.
"I can't feel my arm. I'm assuming that means either it's broken or missing. Sincerely hoping for the former...."
There was so much people noise in the background, she couldn't hear clearly.
