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.
So... that was a tentative no and a you are so boring that I can't even listen to you for more than a second at a time. Lori frowned. These people, her people, needed a good swift kick in the you-know-what.
"Party poopers." though with the quality of the slop today, getting some on her skin really might have set her charge loose and then the game would be up... or the game would be awesome. It was hard to tell sometimes when no one was willing to play.
Lori leaned on the table confidentially. It was good that they both spoke English. Using the gem (though the shocks were satisfying) was always weird. Useful, but heebie-jeebie worthy.
"Look. You know the resistance is coming soon, right? We're no good to them without our fighting spirit. Besides-- with as many as we've got in here they really can't keep a handle on us all at once. Look around... or in your case, not." Lori pat Shin on the arm. "The lunch room is when they have the most of us together at a time. Why not sacrifice a little so people won't die of a heavy heart?"
She could possibly get the party started without a catapult, but geez! If no one else even wanted to play then it was going to be a very small food fight. Unless they had a better idea for cheering a group of melancholy people eating what would better serve mutant kind by being thrown.
Oh it was another wonderful day in the neighborhood. The sun was shining, the birds were locked up tight in a concentration camp, and the gruel was lumpy. There wasn't anything about this experience that was meant to be good, but since Lori's zap tank was entirely full and the air was chilly enough to leech out the ambient moisture, she was happy as a lark.
Winter was prime zapping time. Even normal people might send a static shock out once in a while.
Lori took a seat at a rather dour looking table of two men, both with sticks. Sticks were good. They made for excellent flag poles, canes, crutches, or her favorite: catapult arms. "Afternoon, gents."
She and Mars had been working to bolster the inmates' spirits by causing as much mayhem for the guards as was possible. It had gotten her a lovely couple of scrapes and bruises and traumas, but nothing she hadn't had before. Today's mission: food fight. Or... something like it.
"Would either of you fine gentlemen be willing to offer up your stick in the service of mutant kind? I shall try my damnedest to return it to you."
What a kill joy. "Seriously, Abyss." She clamped her manmouth shut. She was about to say that his sister was a worthless P.O.C. but that was about the fastest way to get himself an express flight across the city and into a skyscraper at the other side. "You've gotta relax, man."
And then the elevator doors opened on paradise. Rich, snooty women, men made of money, and the best of all... a pool. A glittering watery paradise. It was all aqua colored and chlorine smelling. It was everything she was hoping for and more because those rich people were just soaking up the last bits of the summer sun. They weren't even using the actual pool.
Rather than let his misty eyes develop into a serious manproblem, Lori asked Abyss. "Think you can make a cannonball splash so big that you hit everyone on the sides of the pool?" Oh they'd have to make a quick man stop in the locker room to change, but that water was NOT going to escape his attention. He was going to get wrinkly skin! It was going to be awesome!
Lori meant to send the desk and the woman through the door. Into the wall was better. Maybe it was okay that her control was a bit lacking.
The file folder tucked into the back of her pants so that she would have her hands free. The woman was wriggling behind her desk pin. As soon as Lori was gone it would fall away. maybe less time if she kept at it. No matter. The door was unattended now.
A draw of breath and then the most diva cry of freeze ever. Eyebrow arch. Really? Was she pulling a sonic attack or something because her eardrums actually felt better for the experie--- Her tennis shoe caught on something as she approached the door frame. Or rather. Something caught a hold of her tennis shoe.
Ice. Oh. So she was being literal then.
Keeping light on her feet was proving difficult with grasping tendrils of ice after her. She had to drop hold of the desk so that she could focus her efforts above herself. She'd done this in a pinch several times and it did not feel good. A little cracking here and there. She lost a shoe to the fingers of ice. That was actually quite dangerous, but she had her socks still and one other shoe.
Lori flexed her biceps to help keep herself up and away from the ground where the ice was thoroughly encasing her lost shoe. Her bones did not like. The wire wrapped around her forearms under the skin was such a tenuous thing for her magnetism to be holding on to.
"I don't know what you want here but Im not letting you leave."
Mutants always felt like they could be heroes. They stood a much better chance than most, but just having an ability didn't make you a hero... or a villain.
Lori raised the Magnetic field she was hanging from. Slipped a bit, but got her arms wholly around the invisible field. She couldn't see the other woman in the darkness, but Lori was right over the door frame now. If the ice would chill out (no pun intended) she'd be leaving. If the red head decided to dash out into the hallway There was one shoe that would be glad to meet her face.
((OOC: wasn't sure how the ice would act! can mod if ya want!))
He didn't sound excited about Red. Red was his favorite color right before a snazzy charcoal with pinstripes. There was something wrong with Abyss. He needed some definite cheering. "Fine then. Yellow?" Actually that one didn't seem to come in Abyss-huge and it had a smiley face on it. That would be like painting a big face kick me sign on his keester.
"Black then." Surely they had size XXXXL in black. It was supposed to be slimming. Heh. Well, there was a speedo that might work. Gufaw. She'd manleave that choice up to him.
As for himself, Lori grabbed a blue plaid. That was manly enough, right?
Another little shove. Another pretty lady to take his money and then they were off to the elevators.
"All the way to the top, my good man." ManLori flashed the elevator attendant his card. Assuming the elevator could handle Abyss' weight they were in for some good old fashioned pool time now.
A good "Yeeeehaw!" started off their elevator ride right. Lori was inordinately excited about swimming. It had been such a very long time. Hopefully she still remembered how.
Oh she just had to love the good samaritans. Always giving her the benefit of the fight. Too bad this one would kick Lori's *ss at limbo. Her hand grabbed thin air.
Damn. While the woman was scuttling to her feet, Lori was standing and slamming her hand down on-- bare desk. Was the woman one step ahead or lucky as all get out?
"Gray doesn't have anything valuable here, and you can see as plainly as I can that computer is ancient."
Lucky. Definitely lucky.
Despite the fact that both of her batteries were rolling around on the floor somewhere, Lori's flashlight flickered on and pointed right into the other woman's eyes. She had to be careful in her excitement not to explode that tiniest of bulbs.
"Why don't you come over here slowly with your hands where I can see them and we don't need to get the police involved."
"Why don't you go hump a goat?" One option was about as likely as the other. Hopefully the light in the other woman's eyes was keeping her from getting a good read on what Lori was doing as she sifted through the things on the desk.
File. File. Where was the file? A-ha! Lori made a grab for it.
Her agitation leaked into the flashlight and that bulb popped too. Piece of crap.
Lori really had to be careful not to rip open the metal bearings in the tanks of this place too. There was enough water to drain her several times over, no doubt. No reason to let lady ruin-my-moment know that, though.
She threw the flashlight at where the other woman had last been and then jump-slid over the desk, file in hand. All the contents of the top of the desk scattered unnecessarily in her haste. But, boy, was it satisfying. With the desk now between the two of them, all Lori had to do was pick it up by its old fashioned metal legs and use it like a battering ram. Either the lady was going through the door first, or Lori was going to make a new exit. Lady's choice.
The desk swung full force toward the dim red hued hallway (it seemed to only be lit by exit sign and that was fine by Lori). The huge clunker computer monitor slid across it's mostly cleared surface slamming along with the motion of the desk.
"What the?" Well, she had a nice voice. Just one or two words at a time didn't really help Lori place the woman as anything, though.
The battery bit the other woman with a little excess shock.
Good little battery.
Almost as if it had heard her metal praise, the little alkaline cylinder rolled back to her, bumped against her hand, lured the woman to the other side of the desk.
I take it back. Bad battery. Bad!
The woman crouched and didn't see her at first. That was just as well. Lori was taking her all in. She looked to be taller than Lori. Red hair. Vapid physiognomy. Lori hadn't seen her ever before.
The distance between Lori's shoes and the other woman's was somewhere around 90 centimeters. The computer on the table would be good for throwing, but Lori wanted to start somewhere more practical.
The fluorescent bulbs above flared bright, bright and brighter before the ballast blew and the long tubes shone with everything they had. If Lori's power weren't so unruly she wouldn't have had to concentrate so hard on this small task. If she weren't concentrating so hard, she wouldn't have missed the woman bonking her head on the table.
"Eh? Who... are you?"
Lori's eyes flicked to the red head's and blue met grey. Her voice was sweet. Teacher sweet. Psychologist sweet. The false sweet of a mother talking to a scared child. It was pretty disgusting. Disgusting enough to pull that last bit of charge needed to explode the gaseous bulbs above them.
"Absolutely no one."
Careful of her head, Lori lurched forward suddenly about 95 centimeters with her hand leading the way. She just needed a tap on the skin to be able to find this woman's brain. But there were always other advantages she'd found to touching someone with a power like hers.
If she felt skin then she would pop up and grab that fat folder. Once she had the info, she could be on her way. This wasn't going to be so bad after all. Too bad Lori didn't know Raina had moved that folder on top of the computer she had considered throwing at the other woman.
She had it. In her hands was what she hoped was enough research to set this thing over the edge. If they could apply what was in this folder in the ways that she was hoping... Lori's flashlight flickered. Flickered and died.
Stupid batteries never seemed to hold their charge around her. She unscrewed the back cap and pulled out the first battery. It was hungry. She fed it. She pulled out the second and-- heels. The sound was instantly recognizable.
Lori ducked and keys were jangling and the door was opening. Who the heck stayed to work late at an aquarium? She thought there would be only fishes at this hour!
"Ok swipe Key. Where are you hiding?"
She rolled her eyes. If there was a swipe key on the desk next to Lori, in all likelihood it had been magnetically wiped just by her being there. And why was SHE hiding? Oh. Right. Because if the lady left in peace, Lori would be able to grab that fat folder and be on her merry little way.
A battery plopped out of her hand and rolled out from under the desk to bump against some stylish heels.
These stealth capers never did go very well for her.
Lori rued the fact that men did not keep proper nails. It would have made for better holding on. Because she was man holding on for dear life. Abyss perhaps did not cut the men as much slack as he did the ladies.
But boy did he cut down on travel time.
"Down. Now." The command was far weaker than it should have been. On her manfeet she stood for a while and enjoyed it. "So. Guess this is where we split up?"
"What? And miss the opportunity to tear it up like we never have before? Bro, you are not going to miss my pool party!" Lori man slapped Abyss on the arm hard enough that it hurt her manhand. This was her chance! She needed him as back up, their normal routine. You know. Just incase-ies. Besides. What fun was it to have this experience alone? She needed a clone!
"Naw. You're coming. You deserve a day in the sun." She man winked and pushed Abyss through the door first before hopping on one foot as she fished the money out of her manshoe. It was quite the sight to maneuver through the door, hop on one foot, and look entirely undignified while retrieving a large sum of money, but Lori had practice.
A sniff at the dough. Stinky. Perfect.
There was a lone woman sitting a an expansive an modern front desk. This place was made of money.
"Hey pretty lady. What's it take to get to the pool? You know." Lori manwinked with her most charmingest mansmile and pointed up. Top floor up. Behind-the-counter-lady wasn't impressed. Well, not as impressed as she should have been.
"That would require a membership with the Hotel's exclusive club. They're highly selective in their--"
"How much."
She blinked, a mite ruffled. "More than you have." And she sounded so sure.
"Dollars and cents, sweetie cakes. I'll leave you alone if I can't meet your high standards. Scouts honor." With just a little twang that was enough to fluster her more. She wrote the number down on a piece of paper and slid it to manLori.
"I'll take two." And he counted out the stinky money she'd have to handle for the rest of the day.
ManLori dragged Abyss over to the photobooth and then they waited by the laminator for their nifty little cards to print out. This. Was going to rock. The remaining bills folded into a pathetically small square and went into her man pocket. Not enough for strippers, but enough to hit up the hotel concierge for swim trunks in his and Abyss' size... maybe.
Abyss didn't say anything, well beyond offering to lighten her financial load for a while. As much as she liked Abyss and knew he wouldn't take her hard earned manmoney, it was hers. And he had a soft spot for people that were cute and small and female and a bit on the mutant side. Usually that wasn't an issue for Charge. Today. It was.
And of course today, he wouldn't know that she was the one small and cute and slightly mutanty girl that HATED to be picked up. ManLori had never seen Abyss carry someone off on his shoulders before. He'd heard of it, but her own lack of desire to experience it had kept her from asking. (or demanding)
He said for ManLori to direct him, but in all honesty it took him a while to get used to the idea of being carried. On the bright side the money wasn't digging a callus into her manfoot.
"Velafont." It was the ritziest hotel she could manthink of and it was somewhere between this street and a street that was too far to walk to. He looked around to get his bearings better. Actually, the high vantage point was quite nice. "That's a left through this alley. It'll snake. I forget what road it spits us out on but it's a block or two north before we're there."
And once they were there it was a simple question of if they admitted raggedy looking stud muffins such as themselves and how much would that cost. And it would cost. If not money then in property damage. ManLori was confidant that she could mantalk her way past any theatrics, though.
"What? You? Did you bully a tank again? Bend someone's gun in a circle? You know they hate that what with the compensation and everything..."
ManLori felt his head. It throbbed --well, it more felt like bulged-- with every heartbeat still. The problem was that the PoPo were actively seeking them out. Big red more than his own bad self, but she had a man target on her back too. A big green one.
The wad of bills was rolled and... and she didn't have a hair tie to keep it that way. What did men just carry around rubber bands when they knew they'd need to roll dough? Heh. Roll dough.
The roll went into his nasty man sock. She manstuffed it way down under her manheel. Not the best, but it was better to get a blister and have nasty smelling cash than be arrested for waving around a fat wad like that one.
One more touch of hand to head. It wasn't really going to get better until he rested properly, she thought. And then she held her man hands out to Abyss for some leverage help. It was a plenty manly thing to do. She'd seen men do it all the time. Just like slapping each other on the buttocks. As long as you said "good game" afterward it was all kosher. Or ... something.
"I know a few hotels have pools at the top. I've always wanted to visit one. Since I just happened to come into some money, let's see if they'll let us in. Seems far enough out of the way of the boys in blue." She was damned if she was going to let a little manconcussion stop her from taking a swim while she could.
"So, I take it this isn't your usual face... I know you, but... I don't know you. Please explain."[/color]
Why wouldn't this be his normal face? Was he not a ruggedly handsome manLori? He didn't laugh at the sailor scout thing at all. Wasn't that his favorite mistake of hers? Wasn't that was Mars had said? If he put his mind to it he should have known who she was. She'd given him enough hints here and there. Or at least she thought she had.
It wasn't fun to say - hey I'm Lori, it was WAY more fun to string him along with enough hints to tickle his brain. Lori's manlips were feeling sort of numb. Sitting certainly robed him of his power, but it was a good sit. Good concrete. Not a bit of vomit nearby that she could mansmell.
"You have been acting weird since your sister..." He shrugged and started pulling bills out of his pockets. Abyss didn't like to think of Syn as dead so he wasn't going to say it. "We go way back. I'm more close friends with your brothers, but I thought we were pals... sort of. Anyway, I'm glad that POC car didn't dent you." And the thought of the door, gone, made him smile. He lined the bills up and pulled the brown package from his pants adding the erotic money to the gas money. It was all green and it all spent the same.
All was well... except... didn't he have a gun tucked into his waistband? He pulled his pants this way and that. He'd used his hand to keep the money from falling. He hadn't spared a thought for the hunk of metal. It must have fallen through... or out... or something. Stupid manpants. They were much looser than she was used to.
"You know where a swimming pool is? I would love to get in a few laps." Actually with as many years as she'd been electric, she wasn't sure she could even swim straight anymore.
A siren sounded suddenly and closer than manLori had been expecting. What? They'd come after them by car? Piece of crap! She didn't remember them being this persistent when she was a woman.
Out of the rabbit hole and he didn't even take anything to remember the store by. Time was of the essence here so... left or right? Left. Left was right and right was wrong. Because there were people getting out of their flashing light hatted cars on the right hand side.
"Run." And they did. Amazingly this manbody could just about keep pace with the giant. That or he was going easy on him.
"So, tell me what you've been up to today, Mr...?"[/color] Yeah. He was definitely going easy on him if he could eek out a sentence. ManLori puffed and huffed and decided talking would have to wait until his head wasn't trying to throb off of his shoulders.
An obnoxious "HEY WAIT GUYS!" was met with echoing shouts of "On the ground!" Invisigirl. Poor schmuck. ManLori grabbed the brown paper package that was trying to wiggle down the back of his pants. So what if a few bills were flying out of his pockets along the way? It really wasn't about the money. It was about the stealing... and the money. It was hard to say no to money that they were practically throwing at you.
A piece of brick shattered near ManLori's ear. Must run faster.
And somehow he did.
By the time that the sirens and shouts were weak and distant, ManLori was really huffing and puffing.
"That's a" huff "good question" puff.
ManLori straightened and tossed the stupid garment off of his head. If he bled to death he would do it like a proper man. No more bandage bras and... oh woozy. ManLori took an abrupt lean against a coffee shop window. "I think today I could be a Stuart or ... maybe a Frank." If he kept talking it made his slow sliding to the ground a nonchalant thing, right? "I'm uh really feeling the traditional names today, you know?"
The gun was going to go off. Call it women's intuition, but she was going to get shot as a man. And she was gong to die as a man. And the hell if she was going to let her have that gun!
The red hand of justice closed around the girl's shoulder and most of her back. Lori knew the feeling well. It was enough to stop your heart for a moment as you realized that if it were another person using that strength, they might just accidentally crush you. Good thing it was the all experienced Abyss.
He only pushed her back a step and shook his head no. And.. spouted some slightly lyrical nonsense. Whatever. ManLori had the gun again. It went back into his pants. ManLori was quite tempted to lay out the girl like she'd hit the man, but... well, she just couldn't bring herself to be predictable.
ManLori snorted at the kid as she kicked Abyss in the shins.
"I'd love to have this rumble, little lady, but the po-leece are on their way. Thanks for tasing me while I was driving. That was real smart of you and uh I'mma let you finish here, but me and Abyss here have a date with destiny an' that destiny don't involve jail. Feel free to hang around and take the fall, though." She tipped her polka dot bra like a cowboy hat and tugged at Abyss' arm. Tugged him toward the battered car-hole.
Of course the tugging would do no good without the giant's compliance. "You always were too soft on the girls." Magically ManLori's Texas accent was gone. If Abyss'd just hit invisigirl like he should have, she wouldn't wake up until next week. End of problem. But ManLori knew he was a softy for the mutant girls.
Too much from ManLori and Abyss might just take the poor little invisigirl's side. And that was wrong. Lori always had red muscle at her back. That was just the way things were done. Fate deemed it so. Why else would there be a non-Mars here to help her?
"Rat bastard." Had Lori been a woman, she would have gotten worse. Guaranteed. Being a man had its perks. Abyss was being the gentle giant he was and making sure the lil chickadee was alright. And that was fine by ManLori even if it was a complete waste of time in her manopinion. Invisigirl was lucky that manLori had grabbed onto her in the tailspin. Who said she wasn't a caring man?
The man behind her manself cleared his throat nervously as the shadow of the big red guy engulfed the two of them. Abyss. What a pal. As long as the man didn't shoot his gun accidentally out of fear, it looked like she'd get out of this.
Did that really matter, though? She was a man now, but would she be a man tomorrow? Or forever? Actually, it did matter. She didn't want to get shot, man or woman body. After all, people who were recently shot couldn't go swimming. And if she didn't steal this money, she couldn't fill that pool with money.
"Not today." The gun clattered to the ground. ManLori went back to humming and collecting green. There wasn't a whole lot in there. And they didn't have time to hit any kind of safe. Man. This was living. Sloppy robbing. It was nice to get back to her roots.
"You're a sweety." ManLori simpered in an entirely not-man-way to Abyss before flat out slugging the man who had previously held the gun. And while he was reeling she stuffed the dough in her pants pockets and grabbed the gun. It worked best when they weren't expecting it, really.
ManLori turned and... saw stars. Invisible girl had a fist of her own.
The polkadot bra slid down across his face as he reeled. And... there were hands in his pants. A few bills and. ManLori grabbed and caught the cold metal between her hands. "No." He would let her have the cash, but he would not let her have the gun. She had a history of using weapons on him.
