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.
Roland jumped up in fegined surprise along with the other folks in the cafe, though their performances were genuine. He put the newspaper in front of him over his head for show as well as further blocking his face. As the mutants headed out one exit, he followed the rest of the humans out the other, clearly avoiding Equines & Company. Only when he was clear of witnesses did he allow his face of disdain and vague fear drop for a more suitable smirk of satisfaction.
He doubled back around the shop, putting a fair amount of distance between himself and the quarry. He noticed that they were passing Melissa as she came out of a nearby shop. Even better, she had had audio only. Roland tossed the paper and the Yankees hat aside as he returned to Melissa's side, taking the umbrella for her, as any gentleman would. Glancing at the three mutants, he noticed that one was turning to look at he and Melissa. That wouldn't do.
"Play along, if you would." He turned his back to the three and put his lips to Melissa's, at first simply pressing his lips to hers for show. He felt her own lips respond and open, so he indulged her for a moment. It was a good one. One so good he considered forgetting the others. Business before pleasure, of course. He broke the kiss and held the umbrella again, seeing the three much farther down the street now. He took the umbrella in one hand, readjusted his monitors and took Melissa under the arm as they began to walk.
"Some fool pulled the fire alarm. Teenagers, more than likely. I saw a group of them outside as I entered. Some people, huh? How was your vigil? I guess it worked out, as the conversation couldn't have become more droll." He patted her arm as they continued to walk down the sidewalk.
The man was fast. It looked like a man anyway. It would be exciting had it not been. This was all dalliance. Roland fired a couple of shots in the general direction but then quit, choosing instead to go prone on his stomach. The man had rolled out of sight behind cover. Excellent move. Smart and quick. Roland pondered escape or excitement. Ever the thrill seeker, he chose the latter. He was unaware of the man's arsenal though. So there was no reason to charge him. He could charge himself directly into an ambush. No, better to wait.
He tuned the scan of the auditory sensors to the man's last known position. No longer there. Also a plus. He was beginning to respect his opponent, always on the move. Roland rolled over to the far edge of the building, kipped up into a crouch and went infrared again, the line flashing back to red. He saw the most amazing sight as his opponent was working a series of vaults with a pole of some sort from covered position to covered position. Roland smirked inside his suit. He looked over at the baton, now lying on the rooftop. It was in his hand next.
He guessed at the eventual destination of the vaulter, realizing his obvious muscular definition and athleticism, combined with keen acrobatic awareness and a honed instinct. Roland couldn't imagine anything better, save a random mutation. He decided that since an ambush was out of the question, there was no reason not to up the ante. Baton in hand, Roland began sprinting along the general line of the man's movement. He watched the gymnast vault another time, moving to land at the next nearest conditioning unit. He waited for the top of the arc and hurled the baton back at him, hoping he might misjudge his landing.
Too much confinement on this one rooftop, as large as it might be. No reason not to keep things moving. Maybe the man would think he wanted to get away. Roland turned on his heel and sprinted toward the edge of the building diving forward. A small movement of his wrist popped a part of his wrist open, revealing a small hook. He jumped short on purpose, watching the windows speed by. Looking down, which was now up, he caught glimpse of a flagpole and fired the hook, which was attached to a monofilament line. It clicked into position, wrapping tight around the pole. Roland let his momentum swing him around and then back up, teleporting the line back into his wrist as he flew upside down while going up, his HUD directed at the man's movements.
Socialites. So nice to keep their trophies in plain view. Roland had cased the place for some time, but was unfortunate enough to not have the social connections yet to have visited the condo in person. Had it been London, Rio, Port Au Prince, or somewhere similarly snobby, he would have easily greased the social wheels and made his way in to get a lay of the land, so to speak. It probably foretold the tripping of an alarm, but he had no intentions of taking his time. This would be a quick job. He already knew what he wanted. he had seen it as the piece d' resistance at many of the parties from his surveillance post. It was now in one of the tubes he carried on his back.
Everything had been quiet. Too incredibly quiet and much too easy. Roland felt a bit disappointed, as the improved stealth suit he had thanks to Mondragon Labs would more than likely not get a good test as he had wanted. He would go hit an armored car or a vault of some sort to truly test its offensive and defensive capabilities. For now, it was just a quick shimmy out of the vent system and back into the night. He stopped short at the exhaust cover, running various spectra through his HUD. He had some new ones to cycle through, reminding him of his lovely African princess and her ability.
All spectra clear. A rainy night, stormy weather. Romantic really. He wished he had Nehanda by his side to enjoy it. Though, thinking it over, he quickly realized that she would haul his sorry butt back inside and have him deposit his treasure where he found it and probably give him a stern scolding. That sounded nice. Nevertheless, some things just had to be done solo, especially when it came to filling the vault. His auditory sensors picked up little besides the roar of rain, the occasional rumble of thunder and the city's residual noises. Looking at the vent cover, he slipped one hand over the folds in its vent sleeve, teleporting the screws out of it.
He pulled himself out with one arm and placed the cover down next to him. He sat the cover down gently and turned to straighten his tubes when his auditory sensor picked up a specific whistling sound. It happened in a second, it seemed, though once he knew it was coming, time slowed to a crawl. His body dropped and flattened against the rooftop, the baton missing his face by a hair's shadow. He rose and followed the direction of its flight, infrared primed. There it was. Another figure. In a costume. He had hoped for so much, hearing of the nighttime exploits of the city's famed vigilantes.
Night vision kicked on and he regarded the figure, his head cocked to one side. The red line pulsed green as it switched spectra. There would doubtfully be another miss by such a marksman. He simply shrugged at the other one and had a gun in his hand, silenced rounds slipping jackets in his direction as Roland took cover behind the glass of the skylight.
"That makes two of us." Sweeter sounds could not have come from a chorus of angels. Validation in his feelings as well as his mind was something Roland always craved. he had just kept himself so busy with work and pursuits of perfection that he rarely gave much thought to emotional things. Emotions made you miss when you fired on a target, made you slip on a 6 inch ledge. he had always believed emotions only made for weaknesses. Whatever they were, he had them too and would not allow his profession to muddle the chance at happiness with her.
Listening to her explanation of this 'DocProf', Roland saw yet another reason why the mutants at the school could prove a formidable enemy. Shooting them would not only result in a quick fix, but a flash of the face that shot them. The idea of warming up to them all seemed clear to him. While he needed to keep a clear division in business and pleasure, he also needed to become well acquainted with the students and faculty. Especially with their proximity to his present location. It was quite the conundrum.
The look on her face was classic as he entered the water."Do you have any idea how smug you just sounded?" Roland smirked back in an equal manner. " Hard not to be confident when I have you, Nehanda. I have been accused of worse things." He rubbed her legs with his own, careful to steer clear of her thigh wound.
"I still don't know how I'm going to explain you to Tricity and the others. I think I may have mentioned Jordon Hornbuckle once already....." Roland mulled over his answer to the heart of the matter. He decided thinking out loud would be best. No more secrets. If things really got too hot for him, he could disappear again. Or could he? Those milky orbs of ivory made even the thought seem less than attractive.
" Looking at you, I'll tell you that it is important to me that we keep things as simple as possible. There's a fine chance that in dealing with people, more of your students might end up meeting me under false pretenses. Therefore, we should think of a way to explain the aliases, so we don't have to stack lies upon lies. Perhaps calling me an agent of some sort would be best. Say I am a foreign spy or something similar. What do you think?"
Roland looked down at the water, seeing the reflection of the face that was no longer his. His eyes were still the same, though. They told him he did have a conscience and if he was going to keep Nehanda close, he'd have to show her he meant it when he talked of trust. He looked up at her, the weight of the words about to escape his lips evident. " Also, I believe it's apparent that I am not going to kill you nor are you going to turn me in. There are secrets and then there are secrets. I can't aim to build something here between us without a sign of good faith." He moved in closer, taking her hands in his under the surface of the soothing waters, his eyes locked on hers. " It's Pruitt. Roland Pruitt."
Roland thought it both amusing and odd that she might have actually mingled with Taoists, as he was merely making a joke. She was an interesting girl, this Vega. She seemed to be quite amused herself at his question over the Mansion. She indeed lived there, which concluded his thoughts of whether or not to debrief Nehanda the next time he saw her on this. the dangerous game he and the Assistant Headmistress played had just gone up half a difficulty level, though finding out he hadn't killed someone would please her.
"That is where I live. Though, I'll tell you it's a school for the gifted not for mutants." Roland chewed on his lip for a moment as she then asked the million dollar question. " I have been there, yes. It's quite nice as is the countryside around it. A lovely place to live, I am sure. I thought we were getting along well, but I must admit I am rather vexed at why you would tell such a blatant lie about the school. You know very well that it is a school for mutants. I have no desire to hear the tourist jargon." Roland could feel his palm warming, as if something wanted to be in it. He decided then and there that the conversation move along and end as soon as possible.
"I see you're used to doing this." At first, Roland wondered if she meant sleeping with women that he had met through strange and dangerous circumstances. Fortunately, she began rummaging through the medical kit, saving him from putting his dirty foot in his mouth. " Have to be prepared for everything, I suppose. Or do my best. Of course, I can't say I was prepared to fall for you, but am glad it seems to be working out."
He watched her intently as the robe slid off. As familiar as he had become with her body in the last 24 hours, he still couldn't take his eyes off of such a work of art. At least with their new bond, he wouldn't be judged for devouring her yet again, only this time with his eyes. She sat next to him, facing the opposite direction, her legs sliding into the water. She hissed and commented over the water's heat, but Roland knew it would be best for her wounds.
"The only one at the Mansion who would notice anything amiss would be the DocProf. And I think I'll avoid him for a week or so." Roland stood and righted his direction so he sat next to her. The water was a little hot, but it was fine. He put his arm around her back."Who or what is the DocProf? Sounds more like a medical robot than a man. Mind if I join you?" He already knew the answer, so he stood in the tub, supporting her so she didn't slip and hurt herself, lowering her into one side of the tub and then sliding in himself, his legs on the outside of hers against the walls of the basin.
Roland was more than pleased as she leaned into his caress and kiss. He let all worries or suspicions go right out the window as they looked out together. Speaking of their game, she labeled it dangerous. Which it was, for many reasons. But the prize of her affection and genuine smile and caress was well worth it to Roland. Pulling herself from the window, she winced in pain yet again, as the wounds had been reopened with all of the vigorous activity of the night before.
"Though, in the future, I'd rather take a rain check on the matches that include firefights." Roland went into a closet and pulled a military quality first aid kit from the closet, large and well equipped enough to fit inside a large hinged tackle box used for fishing. Seeing her standing at the mirror, he made the box appear next to her on the counter." There's the kit I used last night while you slept. You need any help with those wounds?"
He walked into the master bath behind her and turned the large garden tub on, sitting on the edge and filling it. " Perhaps you could allow yourself to be pampered. Just a little tiny bit. I won't tell anyone. Besides, you should clean these wounds properly and you shouldn't return to the Mansion with the "I got it on last night" hair, right?" He had his hand under the tap, getting the temperature soothing and hot.
"You are very threatening and I'm not immune from anyone. Not all the time anyway." It wasn't so much that Roland ever believed she was completely impervious, yet he was somehow relieved to hear her validate his suspicions aloud. She still carried the tome one might take with a boy who just lost a fight, explaining to him that he was still tough and he was loved nonetheless. Roland tried to think that far back, but it proved annoying and mythical by now.
"I am classified as an air elemental. It's a very defensive and forgiving element, but I do still have the capacity to bleed. I just typically prefer not to." Roland smiled a bit. So she was a mutant. It was really no surprise to him. He thought of Nehanda immediately, though, wondering if Vega might be one of her students. " An air elemental? Are you the type that helped Chinese Taoists ascend ?" He chuckled a bit before continuing." No, of course not. I suppose that makes you a mutant then. Have you ever been to Xavier's Sister School?" Elemental or not, she was already protected if she was a friend of Nehanda's. It was best for him to get the right impressions out right away for both of their sakes.
Vega seemed to recall what he was talking about and yet again slapped on her serene demeanor. Whatever her talent was, it was fairly formidable for her to feel so safe. In a way, it irked him. He wasn't the type to generally rely on intimidation. It was best used as a last resort of the first resort quality. There she was, just arranging the basket and her bag in her hands, shrugging the situation and Roland away as a minor contrivance. It was enough to make him want to test bullets on her.
She seemed to vaguely point out a nearby alleyway."Anywhere works. Lead on." As they stepped deep enough into the alleyway, there seemed to be enough moonlight to show her there. Roland's mind flashed over another meeting in an alleyway with her in the darkness, but he quickly returned to business. " So, tell me a little about yourself, if you would. I simply want to know what makes you feel so immune from me and any other threat."
The morning sun shone through the open window, the fresh air caressing Roland's body in bed. As nice as these things were, it was the shadow over his eyes that woke him. It was Nehanda, wearing the robe he had carried her up in the night before. She was perched on the edge of the window of the bedroom, looking out into the grounds. He could still smell her on him. She had proven her talents to be far more than sneaking and observing. He truly felt the intimacy. It wasn't just a fling with a girl. It was something much more substantial.
He rose from the bed and walked up to her, already knowing she would be aware of his presence. He stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. " Good morning, dear." He leaned in and placed a kiss against her neck, lingering for a moment to inhale her scent. He stood again and joined her in the gazing. As good as the night was, they both knew that there would be a morning after. He knew that she might not return. He hoped that wasn't the case.
" So, I suppose I should ask you something that you asked me last night. What now? The ball is still in your court, but now it is our game to play."
"I dunno. Where do you live? I usually just take the bus home. Uhm. I think North is that way? Maybe?"So precious and innocent. What seemed at first as a deft way of turning Roland's intentions around on him had turned out to be little more than Vega not thinking that way at all. She was just anxious to get home to her lover. Lucky guy."But I would love to see you at the store again someday. Uhm... perhaps inside and at a normal hour next time? Oh and thanks for the rescue... and the meal."
As if that was really the end. Roland smiled at her. " I do believe we still have a little bit of business. You have yet to show me the secrets behind your claims against little Junior. My curiosity cannot be sated and you cannot go home until I have been properly satisfied." The veiled threat lingered in the air where it was. He softened it slightly by handing her the gift basket." Oh, this belongs to you. I don't need it. Your alley or mine?"
While Nehanda didn't move toward him in response to his touch, Roland also noticed she didn't move away. Also he could see her chest rising in a slightly more rapid succession. He would know as it seemed to come into his view more often than not."I don't know if I'm capable of that kind of stimulation any more." Roland scooted in closer, careful not to bump into her wounded leg. He cupped her chin in his hand and turned her face gently toward his.
" How will you know unless you give it a proper try?" He smiled and leaned into her, his lips caressing her own as his mouth opened with hers and further exploration ensued. While Nehanda was lacking in adrenaline, that wasn't the chemical that Roland relied on at this time. There were many other biological chemicals and processes that were occurring quite naturally and smoothly, whether she wanted to admit to it or not. He broke the kiss, the taste of her lips still warm on his lips.
"Considering your wounds, I don't believe that this love seat is going to work for us any longer. Perhaps the king bed in my master suite would do better?" He gently slid his hands beneath her and lifted her, carrying her across the room and up the stairs. " Besides, I think we'll be plenty warm enough without the fire." He kissed her once more as they ascended the staircase.
Roland had a sip of his wine and felt ridiculous for offering her some right after giving her pain medication. He exchanged the wine glass for the water glass she had before and placed it in front of her, pouring her amount of wine into his own glass. He listened to her speak of her lack of thrills due to her mutations. It had to be terribly boring. She would never admit to it, more than likely, but running around wiping noses and bottoms of whiny pubescent teens surely would become a droll activity, even considering their various mutations.
He watched her drift off into thought and stare up at the ceiling, exposing the line of her neck, even more appealing in the firelight."It's not that I walk around with a deathwish. Too many interesting things to be uncovered and experienced in the world for that. But.... its hard not to put yourself in harm's way, when you don't fear the harm to come. Life tends to become dull after a time, with nothing to stimulate it." A more suitable reason could not have presented itself." Perhaps you simply need more stimulation, then." He leaned in and placed war, wet kisses against the line of her neck, slowly ascending until he reached the lobe of her ear, his tongue barely tapping it before he withdrew.
He slid back into his spot, while leaving his hand on her shoulder, the flesh of his fingers against her skin. Not much to do now but wait to see if she truly wished to uncover things and seek further stimulation.
Apparently Roland wasn't the only one present with other things on their mind. Vega was definitely preparing for a quiet dinner with someone special. Her apparent surprise at his approach confirmed her daydreaming. With sweet pink cheeks, she did some nervous straightening." "I-I'm sorry. Would you like me to get something for you too?" Roland smiled and pulled one of his hefty platinum clipped bankrolls from his pocket. "No, I believe I am fine. In fact, let me take care of it for you. I surely make a shade more than the average book store clerk."
He laid a bill down that was more than enough, waving his hand to indicate his not needing change returned. The man behind the counter smiled in a fat way and scurried about, offering a gift basket as well. Roland graciously accepted it."I just wanted to share a meal with my friend back at the Mansion... OR it could be lunch for tomorrow." Roland nodded and grinned. " I feel sure your friend will be very lucky with your presence as well as the meal." A girl this attractive didn't go home alone and if she did, she surely didn't sleep alone.
Roland felt it was a pity that he couldn't be the one to bed her, at least once. Her soft skin, pink cheeks and sweet smell all radiated just the right kind of ambiance. He carried the basket and waited for her. " So, which way is home?"
Roland graciously accepted the compliment concerning his skills. It was nice to hear it. It had taken years of practice and risk to refine himself. He could see many more years of refinement ahead concerning his lack of nuances with females as she easily dealt with every pass he sent her way. "You don't need to keep trying to reassure me, Roland. If I ever view you as a threat again, you'll know it."He completely believed her and respected her answer and yet was intrigued and delighted to hear that he was no longer one in her mind."I'm sorry if I come across as harsh, Roland," she said as they headed back inside. "I pride myself on my observational skills, but you've made it quite clear that I've grown trusting over the years. I'm not sure whether that's a good or a bad thing. Its a bit frustrating on my part."
Roland split from her and closed the terrace doors securely, keeping the heat inside, where it belonged. He watched as she slid into the love seat next to the fire. "Your observational skills are superb. I have never had to ensure that I was on my toes as often. That in itself is a reason to like you. Trust is something earned, as is respect. Of course I don't completely trust you, nor do I expect you to fully trust me. I admit I am glad to see the possibilities becoming realized, though."
He walked off into the kitchen for a moment, returning with some 1985 California Chablis and some bread with cheese baked into it. On the side were sun dried tomatoes and olive oil. He brought the small platter to the love seat and looked around a moment. He spotted a metallic table with a glass top near the door and had it appear in front of the seat, along with two wine glasses. He sat close to her and poured them both a half glass, while listening to her continue."Yet, at the same time, I can't force myself not to be intrigued. Which is also a bit exasperating. Its a side effect of my mutation, unfortunately. Along with other things."
He sniffed the wine in his glass and savored the sip of it before returning it to the table. " Do tell me about these side effects. I don't mean to tax you with intrigue, though I am simultaneously proud to do so in a way." He slid his shoes off and turned to face her, ready to listen until the sun rose.
