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.
AA? That was unexpected. "AA helped plenty of people kick plenty of things. My dad used to use his 1 day sobriety chips to help him crack open a Coors." Lori streeeetched and shrank into the couch. Now that the camera was done with them they didn't have to be "on" as Riley had put it. Slumping into a comfy couch was nice. It didn't fit her business attire, but it was nice to relax.
The dark-haired adapted hinted that it was something a bit harder than alcohol that landed her in AA. That was an interesting tidbit worth looking into. If this fly could not be caught with honey, maybe there was something else she would barter for. She tucked that thought away with a smile to Riley. Honey first.
"I like a good cosmo, myself, but I'm pretty equal opportunity. Old fashioned, vodka martini, beer. The stouter the better."
Lori was jonsing for a shower bad and it wasn't even hot and sweaty summer time. Jacen had ruined her. But how to broach the subject? Or should she keep herself from that weakness?
"I'd invite you out for a drink, but it sounds like that's out of the picture." How about just a paycheck and a smack on the booty on her way out? Whatever. She would try to leave her shower's fate in Riley's hands for now.
The photographer called for a new set and Lori and Riley had to jump up out of their seat. "Ah well. Nothing good can last forever." She could go over and visit the photographer again if he started to flounder.
Damn paramagnetics. With enough juice even organic materials could be repelled, but... that was a lot of juice. It took time to ramp up that high, magnetically speaking, and even then couldn't be guaranteed to help if it was as simple as teleporting this into that. And apparently it was. Roland had just let her know that she was constantly at his mercy.
Harmless girl, tiny ballerina, little plaything, useless daughter. She'd been at many people's mercy over the years. It was a mantle she'd thought she'd outgrown. It was possible that she would never outrun people who thought they could do anything to her and get away with it. She made another mental note to weave a tight web around her Roland.
Wait Bacchus? Had she been unclear? Lori thought back a few steps before slot A and slot B.
"I didn't kill Bacchus." Though she had left him for dead in a burning building once. Oopsies. Her hands folded together, the cool digits interlocking out of pure habit. "It was Slate." It was he who had a healthy fear of her, not Bacchus. The giant was too stupid for that.
And despite the fact that she had helped bring him back, he retained that healthy fear. Not that it'd done her any good yet except supposedly keeping Slate off her back. At least now, she held the key to the healer's destruction. All she had to do was touch him and let go.
Fear and love were powerful motivators. Fear would not work on Roland. Not the traditional type anyway. She didn't think him entirely capable of love. He seemed a creature more like herself. Power, logic, comfort. It would take a delicate weave to keep him, but he was worth the effort.
"And where do you fit in, Mister Pruitt?" His name was mysteriously absent on her roster.
Everyday Lori spoke with Lisa. Messages needed answering, business running needed upkeep, mutants needed to know who to kill and who needed exorbitant fees charged to them. Every day was a little bit different and a little bit the same.
Today's difference? Lobster was on the menu and Calley's nose had blossomed into something quite different.
"Hi... nose. I mean Calley." It was a very distracting sight, that nose.
A quick look took in the whole picture. Live lobster, Red Lobster bags, broken face. "Somebody liberated a lobster." So those garbled, nasal words were likely fish tank and doctor. Which was an interesting order of requests. Another interesting thing to note... Lisa's highbeams were on and she hadn't moved to help Calley. At all.
"Call Sebastian, please."
Her stack of papers bowed slightly in the middle from the weight of the giant waving lobster. It was a thick stack of papers so his spiny weight was impressive. She didn't want to touch it in case it was wet in some crevasse somewhere, but... the thing WAS HUGE. And sort of everywhere. Antennae and all kinds of legs she never really stopped to notice a lobster had before he was on her to do list. (Literally. She needed that.)
"I think there is a tank in the kitchen..." And she needed her papers back without lobster drippings on them. So they had better salvage a tank fast. "I assume you want him alive since he's not already in your doggie bag?" Another reason to attempt not to touch it. Lori went for the kitchen. He had said tank first and this was way better than attempting to call someone back.
>"Not something I've really taken the initiative to find out for sure."
"You should test it fully, Riley. It's a number that could very well save your life." Lori was one of the few that would be glad to help her. Why mutants hated perfectly good talent just because it was inconvenient and uncomfortable made no sense to Lori. It was exactly how the humans treated them. Why couldn't the mutants and the Adapted work together? It was the same question she'd poured over with various different opposing groups in mind.
Riley though the photographer's direction was amusing. Lori did too, in retrospect. A mutant consoling an Adapted? Most Sanctuary residents saw that as sleepy child consoling the boogeyman. But after the laughter had faded, Riley's face continued to fade. And wilt. And crumple. Her eyes said that her spirit was crushed and her body language reflected that emotion perfectly.
The girl was good. But so was Lori.
Pretending to be someone else was one of her favorite past times and it was a million times harder to stay in character throughout a long scam than it was to pretend to be someone in front of a camera for a few moments.
The edges of Lori's features softened in subtle ways until where once perched a shrewd leader, now a compassionate mother figure sat. Her hand brought sincere comfort at Riley's knee or back as per the photographer's verbal direction.
>"Now you're girlfriends, think camaraderie. Just having a girl talk."
Well, that wasn't a hard task. Lori liked Riley. She saw how their personalities could grate against each other if they were say, prison mates, but for now she was a new favorite. Lori hoped that Riley would be a stranger to the Sanctuary, even though most of the residents wouldn't appreciate her visits as much as Lori would.
The easiest way to play girlfriends was to start acting like one. "What's your favorite drink? Ah-you do drink, don't you?" New York, young, pretty? Why would she not drink? People would be throwing free alcohol at the woman.
Lori's face lit up as if what Riley had to say was the most interesting thing she'd heard all century. Funny too. She leaned in to a friendly distance, much closer than strangers sat, but was careful to turn her body out slightly so that the light would fall right and the camera would see her face and open posture.
"Before Romania. I had... special flying arrangements so I didn't get to socialize on the plane. Wouldn't want to have taken it down." More often than not her mutation was a hinderance rather than a help, but even so it was the best ally she had.Was Slate the little tyrant? He seemed harmless enough, playing off in the corner with his little toys.
"Bacchus believes he makes for a great spy. I think a mime wearing a tee shirt that said "I am a spy" would do less harm in that position. Slate was eager enough to leave him in jail and I think if Isabel has enough sway to keep his bad habits in useful territory." The tall girl with the green bow was sweet on Bacchus. Why? Lori thought she might be a bit of a masochist.Lori hadn't known that Dean --No. Roland. She had to keep that straight-- had worked for Slate, but he had a different face then. Maybe even a different face than he had shown to her at the Sanctuary. He was a wily one.
"I assume from your tone you disapprove of him in general." Though less than his disapproval of Adapted humans. It was a good play if it was false distaste, but she mentally flagged him as a potential spy anyway.
"He's afraid of me you know." Which was maybe why she'd heard so little from him since she'd assumed the Order's reigns.
Lori's eyes cooled down to a hard glassy surface. As if the person inside had retracted from the lenses. They were killing eyes. Business eyes. "I killed him once." And she would kill Roland too if the need arose. She hoped he didn't give her reason.
It was always so messy when mutants turned on each other. It was best when they worked together.
Cutting off someone's hand because they cut off her hand was not self defense. It was revenge.
Revenge, in Lori's experience, always ended poorly for someone. This time Meld seemed to come out ahead by a hand. It still didn't sit right with Lori that Meld had acted out against a mutant. The woman had seemed very dependable before in her values. And now... now who was to say that she would not cut off Lori's hand to continue to feed her other new hand?
Keeping those thoughts close to her chest was safest for now. Meld could enjoy the feeling of a full hand and the knowledge that the one able to help her a state was at the Sanctuary, where Meld belonged. It seemed to work a bit differently than her own power, but used the same form of power at least. Lori was a bit drained but it was a drop in her over all bucket. Just enough charge lost to make her a bit less agreeable.
She leaned against the kitchen counter a pace or two away from Meld and Sprouty McSprouterson.
How would they interact electrically and personally?
A chuckle rumbled out of Lori so low that it had to have originated from her toes. "You don't have to lecture me about attraction. I manipulate magnetic fields." Among other things.
"Hey!" She raised her voice to get the photographer's attention. "Let us in on the next shot, will ya?"
The photographer appraised them for a bit before he snapped a few more photos. Then he was clapping his hands to shoo the latest rabble off the set. A few people ran in to swap out the ping-pong table they'd been using as a prop for another couch and some throw pillows.
Lori was dressed nice enough, though she hadn't planned on being in any photos. She started to sit, but the photographer stopped her.
"You're the lady in power so you outta stay standing."
That was probably code for 'you're short,' but it worked all the same.
"You, sit. And have a heart warming conversation. The first shots are just for lighting so you don't gotta be on until I give you a go." There were people with what appeared to be digital multimeters minus the probes, though they were probably some light gage or something.
Lori rolled her shoulders and someone swept her hair around her shoulders just so. Riley was getting the same treatment and it was finally time to see if the girl was all she talked herself up to be. Lori could lie all die, heart, soul, mind, body and eyes. That was what she was intending to do now.
The lights flashed and the photographer urged them closer. "How small is your nullification field?" In the end it was safest to sit next to each other.
That meant the photographer had to pull in closer too. "Maybe you're consoling her, Lori. She just learned what she can do."
"I would take Shade off that list. I haven't seen him since I made him practice side along teleportation." He was supposed to be the one to get her in to break out Giant's Bane. Instead, she'd had to rely on more traditional methods and an adatped. Which Roland loathed. She would keep that information tucked away for later dissection.
"You're missing Calley, Giant's Bane and Cormack, a fire manipulator." At this point they were even using Giant's Bane, known failed double agent, as a member. Lori leaned back in her chair again. "Recruiting is pretty high up there, but we don't want to hand the keys to the kingdom to everyone." Giant's Bane came to mind in particular.
"Isabel has actually recruited our most recent and has another scouted. I don't know if she finds them or if they're drawn in by her bow." According to Isabel, the potential was bonkers and had some strange clothing fetishes. It didn't take a mind to follow orders, though. If he could follow orders. "She holds Giant's Bane's leash and is good in a fight. I'd might give her a recruitment title. Baucchus can be a mail clerk." Her eyes flicked down the list. "Aura should go in accounting or collections, she's my go to girl for enforcement of mutant insurance payment." Flash some pink and people got out their checkbooks. Or died. Their choice, really.
Clones can go in every field from baker to candle stick maker." Their personal sets of skills were that diverse. Though, with the loss of Pluto, they'd all been a bit mopey lately. "At the Sanctuary, their presence alone is enough to keep most law enforcement at bay."
And then there was Calley. Mischievous, intelligent, impossible to pin down or gauge. She needed to spend more time with him to indoctrinate him fully. "Calley is good with specific direction. A bit squeamish about hurting people. He has connections to various mutants around town. Like Slate and the Mansion's Katrina."
"Cormack is entirely unknown to me. Isabel brought him in and I have yet to test him out."
"We would have let you gee" The increased pressure cut the woman off from speaking. Lori's eyes were drilling holes into the brunette's head through her eyes. Kill her. She was going to mankill her right here. In front of all of them.
And then… Lori dropped her manhand and looked around.
Why couldn't she belong here? And why did she feel so… slammed up against the wall! Arg! She didn't want to fight, but she wasn't going to let them take her any further away from the doors.
Man hands gripped the door push bar. In fact, she wrapped her hairy man arms all the way around it. They could tug as her body, but like a stubborn child she would hang on. She had enough strength in those arms to... wait... she didn't have man arms.
Lori shrieked the girliest manshriek of all. "What did you do to me!?"
A new hand? That was actually kind of gross. "Who's hand was it?" And was the electricity the arm owner's power? Had Meld gone off the deepened and started slaughtering their own as well?
Lori's hand went down from flower-shop boy's head and... he moved the glass. Her control wasn't the greatest, but grounds like glass or a power hungry hand? The shock jumped right toward that hand and got interrupted by the Kai arm that moved into the way.
What happened? "An accident."
A sigh eased out of her lips as she walked around Kai toward the former Order member. "Meld, we're going to have to take care of this. Let me fill your hungry hand." Lori held out her own toward the new/old/not Meld's, but now was Meld's hand. "I'll feed it until it is full. You'll have to clench the power down so you don't leak all over things that beg for the power." Like the toaster... and like poor flowershop boy's arm.
She looked at flowershop boy. He seemed naturally more grounded than most... which could be a result of his mutation. Lori shuddered to think of what too much skin contact between the two of them might mean. Not that she was planning on naked time with the little murder accessory now. Or ever. "You might not want to touch either of us. I think your mutation makes you a natural ground."
Cheerleader. Lori shook her head at little Sammy. Little one-eyed Sammy. And his girlfriend the bloody wonder. She supposed that babysitting people was what she had signed up for when she came to rescue them all. "Why do I always run into you in the middle of a fight?" It was getting to be a very strange trend... seeing these happy mid-battle reunions.
>"Got it."
The red head at the door had been doing something. Lori was just making sure no one was falling over or passing out before blowing the door off it's hinges. There was nothing like getting shot at when your comrade was falling down on top of you.
"Neat trick." She moved her hands out and the resulting magnetic pulse sent the door crumpling backward into a wall. No splat. That was a shame, she was 2 for 3 for smashing people behind big metal doors, though. That wasn't too bad a percentage.
The door creeeeeeaked backward and moved as Lori moved until the corridor outside was closed on one end. "Let's keep them off our backs, shall we?" She made a few air traffic controller (or possibly cheerleader) moves with her arms to get them all to start moving. Those that needed a hand (and weren't too sweaty or bloody) got one. She wasn't heartless. Not toward her people. But she would keep them moving at a good clip. Her impromptu corridor plug wouldn't keep people off of their backs forever.
The angle? She had to lean back and think on that one. "You're right. It's not quite the zealous superiority speeches." The steepling of her fingers helped. It really did. "I want to say it's about control. People keep giving it up so I may as well keep collecting it." Though it was unlikely that a bit of resistance would keep her from steam rolling people now that she had a bit of backup. She'd been doing it for years one person at a time. Now was the time to put that experience to good use. "It's a little bit more than just that, though. The science is fascinating." The science of people, the genetics, the way that they all interacted and thought and loved and wanted to be loved. It was truly fascinating to watch them dangle from the little strings attached to her fingers. Pull one strand and the weave changed.
"I want a safe place: a base of operations, a family and a home worth living in. The makeup of the family is irrelevant, but the trust is important. If I know what motivates them then I'll know how to predict their actions. It's what you're doing with me now by asking these questions." It was true. He was working on gauging her reactions, her motivations. If he knew how she thought then he would know what he could say and do around her to get the best response. It was exactly what she would do had their roles been reversed. "I want to know more about our kind and more about the threats around us, especially the power-nullifying Adapteds. I want every advantage I can have to keep what I claim."
Roland seemed to really be getting into it the logistics, though and that was good. She could practically feel his ambition rolling off in waves. They were similar alright.
"I don't think an all out war is wise at this point, Roland Pruitt, but I see your analogy." Lori was slowly breathing as much subtlety as she could muster into the order. Maybe their powers weren't subtle (especially since they had a lot of the mutants with visible mutations), but that didn't mean they had to be brutes about asserting their dominance.
Her mouth actually opened to stop him from erasing that but... it was too late. She might have that elsewhere. Probably. Maybe. She could at least recreate it. She ended up with her elbow on the table and her face cupped in her hand. He took care with his letters. She liked that too.
The source of all the struggle in New York is the difference of one little, measly gene.
Humans are valuable for their genetic diversity as well as their dormant X-genes. Not everybody has one, but wouldn't it be grand if every X-gene out there was activated? And if they didn't have an X-gene, why not give them one?
The time is finally here for the Drug Plot. The world will never change without someone making the changes.
The place that it attaches makes a difference in how their temporary mutant powers manifest.
The powers that manifest are random, but once a power has been "chosen" or once the drug gets its hooks into the human's code it leaves it's mark on that code.
The next time the human takes the drug, the drug hooks in to the same place. This means that the humans will have the same power every time they use the drug and the more they use the drug, the more they risk damaging their own genetic code.
Since the humans are unused to their powers it stands to reason that upon their first use they're out of control. Upon later uses they will have more experience and possibly more control
The more a human uses the drug, the bigger the hole left in their genetic code where the drug hooked in. That means that the drug will work for less time each time that they take it.
Because the code is only attaching a weaker mutant factor onto what is already existing it will NOT work for mutants with an already active x-gene.
The X-gene Activation Drug
Completely above the board. Faust Pharmaceuticals is going the legal route pending FDA approval.
The drug is a cocktail of catecholamines and enzymes. In essence they're simulating the stress conditions that typically activate the X-gene. Giving it a big push and the perfect conditions for it to bloom. Unfortunately, the body doesn't always respond well to stress....
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What did she do to her? Good question. "I didn't mean to do anything." They would have to try that again some time, though. Lori inspected Meld's hand as it carried the flower shop boy. It looked more like a man's hand… a man with varicose veins and royal blood.
Lori thought she would remember if Meld had a man hand before this. So there was nothing left but to ask. "Is that new?" Lori indicated the hand that had come into contact with hers as the boy wriggled.
Whup! Almost lost a leg there. "We're almost there, Kai." Or Cameron. She had one of the two and only met one of the two, but really she couldn't tell which was which. She only knew their names from research about the shop. It was a 50/50.
"I didn't stop my work just because I left... I just had to fight that battle in my own way."
Why? Why did they always think they had to rebel? The thing that especially did not make sense in Meld's case was the fact that she shunned the people who were trying to achieve the same goals. It just must have been habit to fight the system.
Lori rumpled the flower shop boy's hair and stepped aside while the water was being handled. It was just a precaution. In fact, She should probably stand behind him just in case he got a bright idea about who might best benefit from that water.
"I'm glad you haven't abandoned your ideals. When I heard you were living at the Mansion, I wondered if Sam had a really good song and dance." Because it would have to be a real tap dance to twist the X Ideals into something more Orderly.
It was also interesting to see all that lethal metal be tender toward the flower boy. Lori waited for him to explain why he might have taken his little tumble.
