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.
Lori smiled and there was nothing wicked about it. The little rascal in the back seat was... cute.
"It's a little like a club, but it's not very secret. We invite anybody to come stay with us as long as they have special abilities. Like yours, Kaitlyn." The other girl? Whatever. Mars had stolen her from the candy store for all Lori knew, but he would have his reasons. He didn't just steal children. Usually. Maybe they could just release her back into the wild if she wasn't one of them?
The hummer rumbled in to the garage and the garage door closed after them. As soon as Mars cut the engine, Lori was unbuckling herself and out the door. She opened the door for the girl who was sitting behind her seat. She was the unknown factor here. Maybe harmless as a small girl, but maybe not. People underestimated Lori all the time. She aimed not to return the favor.
"Are you alright?" She tried not to be intimidating which shouldn't have been hard since she wasn't all that tall and the hummer was. "We're here now. Need help getting out?"
Lori was glad this one spoke English. Her gem had worn off and she hadn't bothered to get another. It always made it easier when you couldn't understand your enemies final words.
It only took a small inclination of her head to affirm the progress of the break out. The fact that help was already hear was saying enough. The woman inside the box looked weak and bloodied. Not all of it her own, but it was wet enough that Lori couldn't offer a hand.
“How bad is it outside?”
Lori shifted and there was a sick splorching sound. "Messy. Almost as much as is deserved." There was only a moment of hesitation in which Lori assessed the woman in front of her. Was she strong enough? Did she need it enough?
"We can do better, though." There was only one kind of healing that Lori really understood, hot bloody revenge.
"Then it's clear what we need to do. Lenna, take a red or two for your pick up. Maybe just one if your man is as shy as he sounds."
To Isabel, Lori smiled. "Discretion isn't exactly our style, but neither is stupidity. If we're taking the tank and we want to use it to our best advantage, riding it in out of the sky is our best chance. It's what's least expected and we should take every advantage."
It was business time so Lori pulled the hair tie off her wrist and tied up her hair into a high, springy ponytail.
"That leaves our launching pad for last." Lori lay her hand at Jupiter's elbow. She knew he actually worked out, she'd seen it. He would be the strongest of them all. "Lenna. You go first. Call Isabel or Lisa when the deed is done and the charges are set. I'd like the calvary to land in a burning ring of fire. Anyone have some Johnny Cash for the ride?"
And as for the launching pad, "You're welcome to catch up. I know you're hell on wheels when you want to be, but I can't guarantee that anyone will be left standing."
Her plan was the best use of their resources and something they'd least expect. Lori didn't expect a single if, and, or but. She expected action.
Lori asked and they both responded. They both offered her gummies. Lori was... touched. "Yellow is my favorite." Lori winked at Kaitlyn, plucked two yellow ones and a red from the school of octopi and also the blue from the other girl's hand.
"Don't forget your seatbelt. It won't be long now."
The red gummy was for Mars. Lori stretched it's gummy tentacle and shot it across the hummer's front seats until it plopped against his thigh. The rest were for her. She started by pulling the legs off a yellow one as they zipped around a corner.
They were heading to the garage now and a thought occurred to Lori. A spectacular thought.
"Why don't we take the tank?"
They did not often get to use it, but if all of their reds were coming someone could pitch it right at the prison. "I'd love to give it a whirl. Mars, you up for tossing a tank?" Did she need a helmet if she wanted to ride in side? It might not be a bad idea.
There was something very exciting about the prospect of hurtling through the air. Even more exciting to make a big impact.
Inside door number 3 were the remnants of a cell. Whoever or whatever had been in there was probably gone as soon as the collars were turned off.
So much for rescuing the faithful. Come to think of it, the dangerous people who had been there were probably the least in need of help once they knew the collars were gone.
Well. Off to the next cell block. Just to be sure there were no stragglers.
Stop now!.
And that sounded like a straggler. Lori repeated her process with this cell block, the same as the last. The outer guard was smashed into an oozy puddle, gun and all. But he got a shot off. And that meant he'd been shooting at something.
Stepping on the door to avoid the moisture, She took her time looking at the details of the interior of the cell. It was a bloody mess. So bloody it was hard to tell if the inhabitant was wounded or not.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Lori popped off the cell door next to the opened and bloody one just to be sure they wouldn't be leaving anyone else behind.
"Drain the battery...? Wouldn't they get mad... once they found out?"
"Tha's why you don' let them find out." She let herself drawl in a particularly New York way. New Yorkers were always looking to get away with something even if it was just a fake rolex.
"If they didn't... that actually wouldn't be so bad…" He had no way of seeing it coming, but Lori clapped him on the arm in a friendly sort of way.
"That is what I'm talking about."
The older man agreed to the collar bit at least. Such cautious traditionalists. Well, the blind one was blind. The old was probably cautious because of his age. The handicapped were always more cautious.
"Charge, was it...? Your voice sounds a little familiar..."
Lori half stood and planted a lingering kiss on Dragomir's forehead. While her body blocked the view, her tiny hands were holding onto his collar. After the briefest of moments she sat and poked at her gruel. There was an extra bit of glow to her cheeks and she was feeling quite pleased. Cat with the canary. Mouse and her cheese. Lori and her electricity.
She sighed and collected herself again. It was just so good coming from outside sources.
"Charge is right."
She extended a hand to Shin's cheek. Careful. Cautious.
"Hold still." She could be very gentle when she had need. Another forehead kiss. Another snaking of small fingers.
For the final time she took her seat and attempted a gruel bite. The paste seemed even less appetizing after an electric meal like that. "Better?" Full up on charge she was actually quite cheerful.
There were many, many reasons why Lori liked Lenna. Walking around the corner and hearing that Lenna knew Baucchaus deserved a slap (and wanted to deliver one to him) happened to be one of those reasons.
Isabel was there. Fresh off the otaku's-dream truck and ever faithful to her inquisitive and destructive nature. She asked Lenna what was happening while Lori picked up messages from Lisa. Meeting at Faust Pharms. Overdue bill paid in blood. Oh. A note from Lenna that they were to break Baucchaus Brickson out of prison.
"We're breaking someone out."
"Isn't law enforcement your favorite flavor, Isabel?"
Lori wasn't sure about entirely relying on Lenna's plan. Not that the girl wasn't trustworthy. It was that she wasn't Order. She wasn't family. Not yet. And anything organized by a non-family member was suspect. Hell, even Order plans she wouldn't trust unless she'd help lay them herself.
But then again, she didn't like having to make every decision. Surely some one was responsible and crazy enough to plan a good old fashioned break out?
Lori leaned over to Kiss Mars on the cheek. "Don't get too attached." Because Lori didn't really do kids. She could possibly learn to point one in the right direction (aka: at her enemies), but keeping them around for like... ever?
Seatbelt safely in place, she squirmed around in her seat. Hummers were giant so there was no way she could reach the girls in the back seat. "Everyone buckled in?" It wouldn't do to see one of them flying through the front window since they were so freshly acquired... unless flying was what they did.
Were those gummy octopuses?
"Hey. Toss me a gummy?"
A long scraaaaaaape signified the beginning of their safe getaway. Lori was pulling a few metal car corpses to block the path behind them.
She had to run to catch up. It had been a long time since she had run.
And a long time since she had wriggled through a tiny window to escape curfew. It would have been nostalgic if she weren't afraid that she might get found, shot or wet from the snow.
The cold burned in her lungs and it was good, fresh air worth the biting chill. Shouts. Gunfire. A trigger of her shock collar. Too little, too late, suckers. Lori gripped the metal slats that had once been barring her exit from the camps. They were now her freedom.
As soon as she was sure of her grip, the magnetic field directing the metal bars' movements went up, up and up, the metal bars following. The sudden change in direction was enough to make them miss. The continued shock of her collar only spurned her on.
She was quite vulnerable just hanging from a metal slat by her hands. (Hands that were now officially frigid exposed in the cold air.) Even if the bar was moving up and away as fast as she could manage, it could only be a matter of time before someone got a bead on her.
A bullet whistled past her ear as if it had been waiting for her mental cue.
It was tricky and a little scary this high up, but Lori hooked her knees over the bar and let her body hang down. Through the flurries of snow she could see the tiny ant hill she had pocked with a stick before leaving. As a parting gift she made a massive magnetic field next to the fence and the closest guard tower.
As far as she was now she still heard the crumple of metal.
Her witch's broom faltered and she quit bothering the Romanians and started curling up so that the blood would stop pooling in her head.
It was a long and miserable flight, but once she was far enough away to feel safe she continued on foot. Begging, borrowing, and stealing was second nature. She knew where the resistance was and since it was unlikely that she was followed she ditched her collar (had a heart-felt goodbye with its battery) and went straight there.
Sebastian was waiting. Not that he had been expecting her and she certainly must have looked like hell, but he was there, pacing in the entry way when she stumbled in.
He was happy to see and heal her, but happier to hear where the concentration camp was. Lori didn't grudge him that. His brand new wife was in there.
The resistance gears chugged and turned well enough without Lori. They didn't need her for planning. Someone else could scout and confirm the location. Until the actual day came when they wanted to turn off the collars and seriously murder someone, she would be sleeping in a bunk.
“Yes, I’m not sure if I have the right address, but I was wondering if anyone in the house ordered a lily plant?”
She heard the delivery kid from down the gravel lane and knew she would have to hoof it to make her cue. Prompt little flower shop. She would expect nothing less from the place that once helped her murder a man. She had no way of knowing who they would send out for deliveries, but it was her own little nod of appreciation to the place. Paying for flowers.
Lori had only been to the Mansion once. She'd had to behave then. There were no strict rules on this visit.
It was just blind luck that Meld had opened the door. Meld was the person Lori most wanted to visit here. But if she had to settle for little Sammy that would have been okay too. Lori pat her hair just to be sure it was nice enough.
“I believe a ‘Laurie’ ordered it?”
And scene.
"I did." She stepped out from the side of the porch. She should have arrived earlier, before the flowers, but it seemed to work out okay enough. "Isn't there a card with them?"
If it had made it along with the plant matter, it would read something along the lines of 'Wolf in Sheep's Clothing.' Interestingly enough the message worked just fine for either Meld or Sam. It must have been fate that it was the metallic girl who came to the door that day.
"Doesn't matter." Lori waved at the kid with the plat before he popped a vein looking for a card that may or may not be there.
"Just wanted to check up on you, I guess." Because Meld had seemed unable unwilling to understand before. From following the woman's exploits on the news, Lori had noticed that the woman had most definitely not mended her ways and actually seemed to be furthering the Order's agenda perhaps without even meaning to.
