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.
Here you'll find a thread archive for the on-going drug plot (and other Order villainy). If a thread is missing, please PM the link to Charge or Historian.
Drug Plot: the beginning
[/url] (February '10: Raina, Lori – An ice manipulator stands between Lori and genetic theories that could launch her Pharmaceutical Company into a new era of mutant related drugs.)
Strictly Business (April '10: Lori, Roland – plans are hatched, and villainous postures are struck)
Where Are We Going?! (May '10: Henrietta, Twyla, Lenna, Calley, Lori – a hair-manipulating Mansionling is kidnapped right out from under her friend’s color-shifting nose by a panther man and a mysterious masked Adapted.)
Winning Streak (May '10: Roland, Circe, Silver Streak – Roland infiltrates the Mansion in order to twist Circe into kidnapping the Mansion's head of security on the day of the Pokémon Tournament.)
The way that Sveta asked made Lori suspicious. Alive? "Uhhh. Who do you think I am?" Because people didn't usually think she was the boogeyman until she had done something to deserve it. Not that she didn't often deserve it. If she didn't so thoroughly deserve it, she might have felt a little hurt by the accusation that she was a murderer. That didn't keep her from looking a little hurt in her face and body language, though.
"Yeah. You can leave as alive as you want to be. The only non-optional part would be the blood sample and I am sorry about that." She tried not to say that she was sorry when she really meant it.
The Cathedral on the Sanctuary property was like a big Lisa Frank Unicorn sticker. Nothing against Unicorns, but the red and black banners and the throne? It stank of immaturity. The structure, the very stones of the cathedral were new. The architecture was poor. Not a single buttress, rose window or freeze.
Where the heck had Syn gotten the horrid thing? It didn't fit into any art period that Lori had learned about in school. None of it matched her books. They just didn't build them nowadays like they used to.
So there was only one thing to do. Take it down.
Throne first.
It was mostly wood and ornate, delicately worked metal. Lori pulled it toward herself, violently and only the metal bits came. Most of it seemed anchored to the ground somehow. The heck? Someone had wanted to secure their throne.
Lori directed the metal flying toward herself up and over herself and then smashed it down behind her into the ground. It crashed into the stone floor. The magnetic field she had used pulled down the candle stands near by.
This wasn't a cathedral to any god. This was a monument to an ego. It would have to go. All of it.
"If it weren't important I wouldn't be here." And if Lori were as demonic as Sveta's eyes were making her out to be, she wouldn't be asking.
It didn't really sound like she wanted to know the specifics. It sounded like she wanted something to pick apart in order to find a moral high ground. People liked moral high ground. Call it a safety blanket. People just like to be right.
Lori shrugged, hands still in her pockets. "I offer you a choice, Sveta. I am one of the nicest people I know. The next you meet might not be as gracious." Threats were not her favorite way to go, but necessary at times. This was her one last chance to avoid making a scene. One way or another Sveta would bleed. How much was entirely up to her at this point.
Lori looked at Riley. Of course was written all over her features.
"Knowing your range can mean the difference between life and death for not only yourself." And pharmaceutical companies did have penthouses. Especially when they were custom built from the ground up. "I tore this building down and I rebuilt it. My office is on the 30th. My refuge..." The doors chimed and hushed open. "is here."
The floor was polished stone, but covered with rugs in all walking areas so that if Lori chose, she could go barefoot. The furniture was modern and sleek, much like the furniture in her office. But while her office was a bit dark, everything here at the top was light. One wall was a book shelf from floor to ceiling, complete with ladder. The main arrangement of the room was a set of white leather couches cut in straight lines set around a fountain of sand. Short juts of wall sectioned off a small kitchenette, a bedroom and the largest bathroom that Lori had ever seen in real life outside of Venus' bathroom.
It was all very zen and so clean that it had to be professionally kept or fresh out of a box.
Lori took the key out of the elevator and sent it back down. Somehow this felt just a little like Pretty Woman except she wasn't the hooker this time.
"If things are too crazy at the Sanctuary..." She shrugged. She hadn't used it at all when Mars had been around. But now that the building was wholly complete and she was taking on more and more weight of the world. What would her dad say if he saw this place? "From trailer to penthouse in about a year. I have an adapted to thank for that, actually."
Lori set her heels by the elevator door in just such a way that made the neatness of the space a bit more believable.
How was she to salvage the situation when she had no idea where it had gone wrong? She wasn't in this girl's head. She hadn't enough surveillance to know who she'd been talking to... or what she'd eaten earlier that day. Maybe it was a bad hotdog? Heh. Wishful thinking.
"I would rather you hear me out." Lori shrugged, but there was hurt in her features. Someone was making things harder for her. It would only take a touch to find out... too bad that was out of the question.
"Geez Louise I've never seen anyone get so worked up about giving blood before." Not even the girl she'd taken blood from just yesterday... who had been kidnapped.
"You say that now..." Lori took the few seconds it took to wrench the heels from her feet. It made Riley loom that much more over her, but her feet thanked her. What was Lori's problem? It wasn't like this was a first date or anything? Hell, she'd be less nervous on a first date. Maybe that was it, though... this actually meant something.
"My second is going to kill you if he ever learns you exist." The words sounded a bit miserable as they came out. "Also, if it rains and you take more than an unknown number of steps away from me there would be a very theatrical light show." Though it seemed the higher up in the plots and schemes she climbed, the more and more her life was balanced on the finest of strings. "I am not used to being at anyone else's mercy." And she felt more than a little pouty at the prospect of doing this dependent-on-another-living-being thing again.
Thunder. Lighting. "How's that for not making things worse?" So far all options ended with one of them dead.
Somehow they made it just after the first sprinkles started falling. Lori ran her hand through her hair and collected the misty water droplets, but the movement was hesitating. No one was struck by lighting or bullet or tomahawk for that matter.
The security guards stood when they entered. She shook her head and they sat. She went... for the elevator. Not the service elevator to the lower levels. Not the stairs. The big shiny one with the polished metal and the ornate carpet.
"35th floor please." That was all the way up. "Oh wait." They needed a key. She stepped out of the elevator and every dew drop sizzled and sparked. So did the lights. One of the guards tossed her a key without asking and soon she was back. "Here you go." And then the key was in Riley's hand and all the light show had stopped.
And she was either more out of shape than she'd thought or the heels made running that much harder. She practically heard the cartoon screeeeeech as she stopped. And a big cartoon puff of air as she breathed. Geez she had to look a wreck. And she really hadn't thought this far ahead in the whole scheme of things.
"I am a bad person. I ruin lives and I drink and I lie and I... I like it." She held out Riley's check. "I don't want to ruin yours." They were right. She was soft when it came to adapteds. If Roland found out, he was going to murder this woman from 500 feet out. Adapteds could take care of themselves close in, but a sniper rifle would kill anyone.
A crack of thunder and Lori cursed. Storms liked her. Too bad the feeling wasn't mutual.
She said thanks, but she didn't mean it. Lori would make it up to her one way or another. She just hoped that this didn't end up like a mistress or an on call hooker. It wasn't like that... was it? Shoot. Shoooooot. Lori pulled at her hair. She was messing this up. But these people, her people... they were patting her on the back. They were praising her for casting out demons.
"Lisa, what do I do?" She had to stand on her tippy toes to rest her elbows on the counter in front of the Sanctuary secretary.
She didn't look impressed, but she didn't look confused either. Lisa gave Lori a steady look over the rim of her glasses. "You take that girl her check." Lisa waggled an envelope. "She left without it."
She would not snivvle. But she did grab the check. "Lisa... I love you."
"I know."
Lori ran. She didn't grab a coat even though it looked like rain. She didn't slow down even though she was wearing heels. She had better catch up.
Aaaand she was walking away. Lori couldn't have that. Pampered Russian bride or not.
"Can I ask you something?" Lori reached down to the pocket lower down on her leg. She pulled out the gloves she had brought with her because it was looking like she might need them now. She moved them to her more easily accessible front pocket even if they did bulge.
"If I asked real nice, would you be willing to give a blood sample?"
She would give her the chance first because she liked the girl. And because she had a marble in her pocket. If it came to fighting, things would get messy. In this part of town no one would admit to seeing anything, but that didn't mean that it would be easy to lug a body across town. Especially since her powers were a bit on the theatrical side.
"It could save lives." It would save them from a life of human mediocrity for sure. "I was hoping to get to know you a bit more first so it'd be less weird." Well, after she followed Lori out to the street that was the plan anyway.
Nice dodge, no work girl. "I meant mutation, though surely you do something to keep yourself occupied all day long." The idea of a life of leisure made Lori sick.
She shrugged even as the girl lost pace with her. Lori glanced over her shoulder and noticed the girl was stiff, but smiling. Crap. Her body language said that she was tense about something. Something Lori had said had set her off.
Lori did a quick mental review.
She hadn't said anything that normally would set off alarm bells. That meant she was missing some factors here. She needed to contain this quick and discern what the issue was.
"Lily." She lied without batting an eye. Lying was breathing. Giving a false name was easier than giving her real one. It took years of practice to carry a pack of lies as well as Lori did. "I'd offer to shake your hand, but... you know." Another shrug. Even with the gloves she'd rather not risk it.
"What kind of name is Sveta? Ukranian?" She didn't say Russia because that was too obvious. Any eastern European accent she thought was Russian, so she went with something else. Although... if Sveta was a Russian mobster's girl, that would explain a life of leisure in New York. Taking Sveta by force suddenly seemed a better idea if the taking had meaning to it.
The intercom across the room crackled to life. "A hair manipulator waiting for you in the lower levels." The voice sounded skeptical. Lori had been skeptical too. Who had ever heard of a mutant with prehensile hair?
And that was exactly why they wanted a sample. Diverse genetics. Super strength was a dime a dozen. It was the most unique ones that Lori wanted.
Under normal circumstances, Lori would take the stairs. She did not, however, want to keep her charge waiting. She closed her eyes, squeezed down her power and risked the elevator all the way down.
Ding.
Lenna and the pantherman, Calley's favorite form for nefarious deeds, stood guard. The sample tray was right where she had left it. Lori put on a lab coat over her long skirt and washed her hands with a fresh sponge, the smell giving away her actions. She put on a surgeon's mask and pulled a fresh vial, needle, gloves, gauze, bandaid. All were arranged meticulously on the tray before she picked it up and walked past some of her favorite Orderlings.
"Step away from the door, please? There's a good girl."
Things were always tense when she went in alone. Mutants were dangerous, especially when caged. Lori was pretty good at holding her own though.
"Would you like to take a seat?" Lori smiled sweetly to the girl and motioned her head to the ledge at the back of the cell. Honey caught more flies than vinegar. The slight ledge was good for sleeping (if you didn't move) or sitting not good for reaching the ceiling or trying to escape. They had engineered this place better than that. "We should only be a moment, then you'll be returned as good as new."
"If you mean mutation, I do electromagnetics. There's a lot of that in the body, you know, so a lot of my powers are touch based too. Just not all of them harmful for people. I can't deal with technology, though. No matter what I try it all... poof." Every power had its ups and downs. Her power made her low tech Lori. Every mutant was traceable by their odd behaviors. Some were just harder to identify then long gloves on a warm spring day.
Lori turned their seemingly aimless wandering down another road. They couldn't walk to the Sanctuary. It was on another island and would take a ferry or walking along a major high way to get there. She didn't think that she could distract the other blonde that much or that long either. It would probably be to the subway, then.
"If you mean job, I help run a hostel for mutants, free room and board for those that need it, and I work at a pharmaceutical company to keep the bills paid. What do you do?"
The girl stopped and there was an edge of defiant anger in her eyes. For half a second, Lori thought the other blonde just might do it.
Yep. It was her.
That would certainly teach them both if she did. Lori stopped too.
"Of course I'm a mutant. It doesn't take a genius to pinpoint the glove thing. Just experience." Lori had gloves in her cargo pocket. She was tempted to pull them out, but she didn't want to spook the girl that she'd come prepared for this very situation where there was a threat of touch. "You're not the first touch-is-dangerous mutant I've met." Her tone said that she was sorry to disappoint, but Muse wasn't super special in that regard.
"So keep the gloves. You'll need 'em more than me apparently." Lori turned to keep walking. The more distance between themselves and the store, the better. Also it was better for keeping the girl engaged in conversation rather than looking around to what part of town they might be in.
"If that's the fashion, touch me skin to skin." It was a dangerous offer considering what Lori thought the girl able to do. Even more dangerous if the girl knew she was dangerous enough to keep gloves on at all times.
Lori didn't offer any easy skin for the girl to touch. She didn't think she would take her up on the offer. It was a challenge neither of them wanted the girl to win.
