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.
Probably, he said. Probably. Geez this guy was yanking his chain today! ManLori squirted him with a hand-water gun (after she got it figured out with her manhands). And she squirted the maître d’ and the bouncer and the security guys. She ducked under the water and felt her manhair float up around her manhead. It was just about time to start a proper man fight. And with Abyss by her manside. It would be a short yet satisfying brawl.
Frog kick. Scissor kick. Whirly-twirly mermaid kick. Alright. The wrinkly fingers said it was time to get kicked out of a hotel properly.
Squirt, squirt.
"Outta the pool Little Mermaid, Sebastian."
ManLori laughed the loudest of all of them as she man paddled with the largest splashes she could man-age. "Ooooh. That is funny. Right? 'Cause the crab is red. And this guy is red. Right?"
They were a little confused. She was supposed to be upset.
She was. A little. "Little do you know that my little Titianly pigmented friend is, in fact not a native ocean dweller. He's fresh outta hell and ready to bash in some skulls. C'mon. Show 'em Byss." ManLori slapped Abyss' arm (In a manly playful way. Not girly at all). That was his cue.
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ManLori had never, ever been thrown out on her you-know-what before. She'd certainly never been tossed out (roughly) while slopping wet. It was actually kind of fun. The wet part. Not the tossed out part.
"WHAT? Are you a vegetarian now too?" Since when did Abyss pull punches from people who deserved them? ManLori slipped and slid but got to her feet eventually. It was flipping COLD out on the street out of the sun. Too cold to be wet.
"Thanks a lot." Was not a thank you. It was more of a this is your fault dressed up in a thanks-but-not-really suit.
It was probably the extra juice she was carrying, or maybe the couple of guards she had severed in two with the elevator doors, but Lori was having a pretty good time on the way to solitary confinement. A song on her lips and a definite spring in her step as she waded through the chaos.
Door guard on high alert from the dim lights. Lori ducked behind the door jam she'd just popped out of when bullets pegged the wall next to her. Her whistle cut short.
In Romanian she shouted, none to happy. "Excuse me, on who's authority are you here?" It wasn't too much of a stretch to sound pissed when someone had just started shooting before she had even gotten a chance to dispatch them.
And it didn't really matter about his answer. She realized that the solitary confinement doors were metal.
The first door popped off and slammed into the opposite wall with the guard and his gun between the two. It was a good thing that she was still behind the door jam. He had an itchy trigger finger.
Lori ran her lower set of teeth over her upper lip as she assessed the damage she had done. Oooh. That looked like it really hurt.
Just to be sure he was done (despite the copious amounts of liquid oozing from beneath the door) Lori kicked the gun and it clattered to the other side of the room. She pulled the door away from the wall.
What was left of him sliiiiiid down the rough rock wall. Gross. Lori dropped the door, bloody-side down on him and then walked over the clean side of the metal to see what was inside of door number one.
Suddenly this wasn't as fun anymore.
It looked like a mummy. Or... maybe a husk. Whoever they were, they were dried up now. Fish mutant? Maybe? Lori touched a dried out finger with her own. Whatever it had been, it was likely not any more.
Time for door number two.
Lori cracked her knuckles and pulled the door right off of its hinges.
Lori put her elbow on the table and her shin daintily on her open hand.
"If it makes you less ...miffed... I am here by Romanian invitation." Along with Red Liberty, but what was the difference? She was invited.
Lori smiled. It always pissed her off when people talked down to her, but being what she was it rather happened a lot. These Romanians did it to every American she brought over despite the fact that they brought food and resources... and a tank.
The resistance had better be prepping that tank.
Even if these bums didn't get the candle thing, it was something she lived for. If she wasn't burning bright, it wasn't worth burning at all. Call it a blaze of glory. It was what being a mutant was good for.
"I am Dragomir, and I didn't catch your name, young lady."
"Charge." Hands were shaking. "And I'd like to lighten your load if you'd allow me." She winked and tugged subtly at her own collar that was dead ten times over. "I can't break it," Well, she could, but if she turned off collars she'd rather do them all at once. When it would do them all the most good. "But I can drain the battery. Not sure how it recharges," That part was true enough. maybe it was why they shocked them so often. "But you could have a couple hours respite at least." It was a sincere offer. Much better than chewing on slop.
"You sound like the kinda person that runs a guy over, then drags him to go swimming... Just to 'cheer him up'."
And that was an odd comment. A strangely true comment, but she hadn't technically run anyone over. It had been that man. Michael... 's body. And she'd dragged Abyss swimming. Among other things. "Doesn't sound too far off the mark..." Lori offered her hand to Sheen next.
Okay. So far so good. Lori wasn't particularly good with children, but this one wasn't running or screaming yet. Just sniffly. She really didn't want to be the tissue.
The little one tensed against her hand. She had good instincts. "I think you are absolutely right." someone was bound to figure out where the big bad boom came from.. or at least they would think they knew.
Ah. There was Mars. He had one arm full of candy and the other full of... little girl. Yeah... deeeefinitely time to go. Lori looked to the closes car. It was trashed. She pulled the girl along, not ungently but firmly.
"Mars, care to drive a hummer?" Because that was the only car that looked mostly not crushed in the area. It was actually leaning against a mailbox. A little (big) magnetic field dented the doors and pulled that sucker back onto its wheels when Lori waved her hand.
It may have been Mr. Stone that did the button pushing (it wouldn't have done for her to break something that might trigger all collars of something foolish like that, after all), but it was Lori that did the honors of draining the generators dry.
All security cameras, escalators, elevators, and other electric equipment hardwired into the grid were now useless. Of course, that meant that the main lights were too. Back up lights came on, all dramatic and dimmer than the florescent ones that had lit the subterranean halls before. More sparse too.
It also meant that Lori had enough charge to be a wee bit happier about all this than she usually would have been.
She whistled as she skipped over dead or incapacitated bodies. Their front runners, Lenna and Lee, were good. She was headed for the isolation cells that would have to be manually opened. No point in leaving their heroes behind.
Yes. That was how children worked. You said an ambiguously encouraging sentence that stated the obvious in the form of a question and the information came tumbling out.
A car. A tragedy averted. Guilt.
She took Lori's hand and Lori drew her to her feet with only the hint of a flinch to her features. There was just no way not to be nervous around a kid in possession of a power. It was like being around a wild animal or a gun with the safety off. It wasn't her fault really. It was a lack of control. Something Lori understood very, very well.
"I didn't see you do anything wrong." True. She'd just felt the wave. And an accident was an accident. That's why they were called accidents. "And there's no reason to be scared now, most of the cars around here are on their sides."
And had big red men hiding behind them. People were stirring now. They should probably get out of the public eye.
"Have you met my friend Mars?" If she would allow it, Lori would keep the girl's hand in her own. Musn't let this much raw power just get away when it could be properly applied elsewhere. "He's really nice, promise." She waved Mars over, but... he had dashed away. "And... shy."
With a sigh she pulled a tissue out of her pocket and offered it to the kid. "My name's Lori. What's yours?" The age of false names was over if even a child got the truth. Mars had just better be back soon so that they could leave together.
The water. Oh, heavens, the water. It was like a glove. Like a sloppy soup. Like a big... target. ManLori ducked when she mansaw red flying her way.
A proper whoop was in order when she mansurfaced. "Awesome!" Between the two of them the water level in the pool had drastically dropped. Watery five!
And a doggy paddle to get it!
"Finally loosening up, I see." Snooty snooters were best ignored especially when outraged. Eventually they would wash away like those sandals. It would just take them time to realize they were about to chew out someone who could rip them bodily in half.
Not that he would... but he could. And he looked it too. Even Lori was manlooking a bit more intimidating. None of that tiny girly body to compensate for now!
She splashed her manfeet wildly as she splattered around on her back. The sky and the water. The last kiss of autumn. Ah. Wasn't life grand?
He was heavy. She didn't want to let someone else take the blame for him, but he wasn't exactly the kind of scarf she was hoping to come across. She'd put on his clothes, well the jacket and the boots anyway. She'd taken his buzzer and his stun gun and his chewing gum. She didn't entirely look like a guard or a prisoner. He didn't look anything but dead.
Maybe he would have made a good shield, but Lori decided mobility was better. The extra coat would help with the cold. The boots would help with the snow. She didn't have any food. No water. No Army. Nothing that she'd hoped to leave this place with except a full tank of charge and a little back up battery.
She'd just have to bring the other things back with her when she returned... Assuming that getting away was still an option. She couldn't spend forever locked in the lavatory with a dead man.
Right. Okay.
No time like the present.
She held out her hands toward the tiny window that was slated with iron bars... and pushed.
Appearances can only be kept for so long. Lori didn't imagine her collar to be anything but a blessing until one day someone pushed her buttons. Just for funzies.
It was nice, all fun and games in the women's latrine until he realized she wasn't wriggling on the floor. This one seemed to like watching people wriggle on the floor. He was forcing her hand. She wasn't ready.
Clumsy grab. She ducked and imagined her fist going three feet past his family jewels. It didn't make it that far, but by his reaction it was good enough.
Hand on head, crook of arm at the neck. This was all very precise work happening here. Pressing on the carotid artery would have been enough to put his out, but using her power to fry his brains just added that much more insult to injury. Plus he was clawing at her arm. Blood was moist. Moisture was bad.
Lori pulled the buzzer out of his hand. Wonderful. No way was this the only one, but it was one less they had and one more for her. Now! To strip him and see if he wasn't too big for his britches.
"Party pooper." Pouting was not a manly activity, but she just plain felt like. There was no need to pretend to be a man around Abyss anyway. He oughtta know what was up.
ManLori trotted to the locker room-ah the MEN'S locker room. "Sorry, ma'am. Honest mistake." And put on his spankin' new swimmin' britches. Man. This body was goofy. All sinews and bone. Not a lick of fat. Lori liked a guy with a bit more... well, more. At least a butt.
A little trounce and flounce and then ManLori was on the diving board. Cannonball? ManLori looked at the party pooping Abyss and stuck out his tongue. "CANNONBALL!"
In the movies it always looks so graceful. Wham. Bam. Thank you, ma'am. In reality Lori felt like a awkward flying squirrel on its maiden voyage... sans the squirrel.
She rode the other woman down to the ground and that was all good fun since the red head took the brunt of the fall. Her knees would be banged up but things could get worse. She could start... well. encasing her arm in ice and unwittingly draining her of a large amount of charge all at once.
Lori held on for as long as she could, but with the skin and ice and that stupid voice...
They flew apart, Lori into the topsy-turvy desk and the other woman into the wall. They both seemed to take a full second to get their lungs back in working order. And Lori's pants seemed a bit looser. She scrabbled to her feet and slipped on paper. Crap. The file!
Grab, grab, grab, stuff. It all went into the shirt. Everything she could touch. Lori hadn't planned on meeting a stupid X tonight.
"Kabal or the Order?" She practically spit the words. Maybe she did, actually. Lori smudged something wet off her long sleeve. She felt like laughing despite the residual moisture from the ice.
"No need to be rude, little X. We're on the same side, really." All this hostility. Maybe someone had needed this little fight. Well, Lori wasn't interested.
This woman had better range than herself... and a way to drain her dry. Lori either had to put her out for her own grand escape or she had to run while the running was good. Running seemed like less of an option. She could still get caught on the way out.
"Do yourself a favor and stay down." Lori grabbed the computer monitor, ancient as it was, and threw it toward the other woman's voice. No magnetic field, just pure get-the-heck-out-of-my-way.
"Have I been thinking? Yeah. I've been more than thinking. I've been doing. I came a very long way just to cheer your ass up in time for the rest of us to break down these walls and set you free. If you want to continue moping here, then so be it. I'd rather burn my candles at both ends."
Jumping at shadows? No. More like they were ham hocs in a pirana bowl. If Lori were human she would be nervous too.
It was lucky for the piranhas that she was one too.
"I like the way you think, though. Get 'em with their pants down, go for the eyes and all that."
Subtle would certainly win a long term fight, but Lori don't intend to be here much longer. One way or the other. Death? Oh no, no, no. She was gonna bust out if she had to. The resistance was taking far too long for her tastes.
The other two had a little heartfelt introduction. Lori wasn't above listening (or pretending to listen) to her elders. She wasn't an inspiring speech maker, not without a conversational wedge. And if these two didn't didn't want to play surely there would be others. There were always others.
And did she remember to introduce herself? Naw. Old habits die hard.
At the epicenter there was... nothing. Most everyone was still on the ground. There wasn't a clearly defined place, no perfect circle where the pavement stopped cracking. It just didn't work like in the movies. One thing was a little bit wrong for this scene... well besides the heavy trodding footsteps in her shadow.
"Anything in this picture look a little off to you?"
It was at about that time that a little girl, the only one standing and apparently unharmed, leaned against a wall... and the wall dented in.
She fell over. And was crying. Lori didn't really care for children, but as far as kids went this one looked old enough to use the toilet on her own. And her face was of the round and believing sort. Children had such wonderfully malleable minds.
"You alright?"
Lori knelt near the tispy looking child. If that girl did to Lori what she had done to the wall... perhaps not even Sebastian could put this humpty-dumpty together again. "Did you get hit by the shockwave too?" Lori offered a hand to the girl and hoped she wasn't feeling particularly destrcutive.
It wasn't often that Lori got knocked flat on her you-know-what. She wasn't even wearing heels and it felt like she'd gotten hit full on with a baseball bat.
Everyone else was on the ground too. Cars were topsy-turvy. Her body ached.
Like everyone else she stay down for a time. Would there be another... What? Bomb? Or was it a mutant? Her lips sparked as they parted for her smile. Copper. She definitely tasted copper. Smelled it too.
She sat up slowly. Most everyone else was staying down. Slowly. Slowly she looked around. Judging from the way things were laying, the blast center was... that way. And so that was the way she went, hand on ribs.
She wanted to shake the hand of the man who had put her down from so far away. But she had to go quickly. Before he got away.
She actually announced that she was calling the police. That was just plain silly. Why announce your next move? Lori quietly took care of the office phone. A little magnetic field served to warp the insides of the phone. There was little chance it would work. No doubt the computer was gone too. Worthless at least for now without the monitor. Nothing to worry about there.
Keys lit up. Dirty cell phones. Seemed like everyone had them these days.
"Hello... I'd like to" Oh no. A little magnetic field at the phone and... wup! Lori slipped and ended up scrambling her feet against the doorframe to keep herself balanced. She just wasn't too great at splitting her focus. "report a robbery in progress..." hopefully the last bit was garbled from the field. It certainly would mess with the antenna.
And you know what? Screw this.
She needed her shoe, otherwise she'd throw it. So it was up to the next best thing.
Lori let go of the field at the same time as she pushed off from the wall. It was take a giant leap backward to launch herself at the woman, but it was past time to get her hands dirty. It would feel so good to slam that red head against the floor. And just by Lori being near, the phone would fry. It was really the most effective way for her to stop the phone call completely.
