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 joined Nehanda in her chuckle when he mentioned secrecy. He felt he had misrepresented his meaning." I know you can go wherever you like when you like, dear. I only meant that it might be easier for you to sneak over here rather than introduce me to your family of mutants. I would be happy to meet them, though, if you liked." The revelation of the phone in the Library returned a fierce look. One similar, yet not as intense to the one in the bathroom earlier in the night. She seemed to recognize his intent, though. She was also still standing there, listening.
"And here I thought I was the sneaky one." Roland smiled and edged closer to her. " I saw you tonight. I saw you work. You are quite sneaky and quite skilled. I never had to explain a thing and I fully trusted you , even when things went a bit off. That says alot and I hope you can see that." He saw her shiver and pull the robe closer. He took the initiative once more and slid his arm around her waist.
He looked over at her and pulled her closer, while still remaining beside her. " I've been as clear and honest as I can be without putting myself in serious danger. All because the moment I saw you at the gates of the Mansion, something inside me was released. I have turned it over and over in my mind, trying my best to rationalize it. There's no point though. I feel something for you, Nehanda. Every moment I spend near you only makes it stronger. If we are going to continue to reveal things to one another, let's do it inside, where it is warmer."
She came easily and without hesitation. Perhaps she was warming up to the idea. She certainly wasn't fighting it, which was good enough for Roland. She followed him out to the terrace , looking out on most of the acreage of the estate. It was a beautiful night, the stars twinkling brightly in the crisp Autumn sky, the moon waxing down upon them."And I'm looking for....?" Roland smiled. At this point, it seemed honesty was not only the best policy, but a necessity.
" Well, if you look off over to the hills there, you'll see some high tension power lines. They move along the hills and then go over. I saw the same lines from the other side, perhaps a mile away from the Mansion. So even if you had to meet me secretly, it would only require a three mile jog through the land, half of the distance being on my property." If his identity was already compromised with her, there was no reason not to tell her everything. Well, almost everything.
" Also, as my initial tour of the grounds was under false pretenses, as we have learned, I might as well also tell you that I left a monitoring device there. However, it has not been activated. I won't activate it either. It also doubles as a phone, with a direct link to me. You may have noticed that I put it in the Library. It is in the vent in the ceiling above it. I want to come as clean as possible with you so that anything that occurs between us has the best possible chance of success."
Nothing to do but wait, now. He knew she had to be cold on the terrace in the robe. If she reacted favorably to his truth telling, he might offer to warm her up.
Roland watched Nehanda as she listened to what he had to say. He was definitely pleased at her open-mindedness in regards to what he believed could be a long and fruitful relationship. He noticed that she looked back into his eyes at the mention of feelings and optimistically hoped that the look signaled some kind of reciprocation. With her eyes breaking the gaze and returning to the fire at his question of hope, he wondered if he had spoken too soon.
"It's definitely been one of the most interesting nights I've had in long time, though I'd rather not repeat all of it for awhile." He smiled at the presence of hope after all. He rose and walked over to her, noticing her discomfort at sitting on the floor. He offered her a hand." There's no reason to sit there on the floor with that leg wound. Why don't you join me outside on the terrace for a moment. I have something I'd like to show you. I want to put your mind at ease a bit further and also offer some gifts of knowledge that may help to better indicate my intentions with you."
"You've known me a culmative perioid of half a day. Maybe less. You obviously know more about me than I do about you, but still very little. How can you possibly be so sure that you can trust me?" Roland seemed to ponder her answer, or rather her question, for a moment or two. " Well, I suppose that's the nature of trust , isn't it? I don't know that you won't go and turn me in once you have left. I don't know that you won't have your mutants come back and give me a stern warning as to my boundaries. I really don't know much of anything. I do know that I feel something when I look at you. I am not sure what it is. I also know that I have spent what seems like multiple lifetimes running from people and things. I don't wish to any longer."
He poured himself another short drink from the decanter on the table and had a sniff and then a sip of it. " So, as foolish as it may or may not be, I have resigned to simply trusting you. If it is an error of judgment on my part, than I shall surely deal with the consequences of it. Since you are still here and speaking to me about it, I must assume there is at least a glimmer of hope, though. Am I wrong?"
Roland continued to remain calm and kept his small smirk on, though he was slightly disappointed at her decision to sit on the floor. At her request for water, he rose and stepped away, returning with a glass of ice water for her. As he handed her the glass, she asked the million dollar question. "So. What now?" He seemed to let the question soak into his brain. He sat down in the chair once more, crossing his leg over the other and regarding her, as if he could pull the answer from her image.
" Well, I suppose that is up to you. You are welcome to stay the night and leave in the morning, of course. As I stated before at Katharine's, no harm will befall you from me regarding your knowledge of my identity. I will simply trust you as I hope you are beginning to trust me. I can understand if you do not, as I did lie. Though my initial facade was due to my wanting to investigate the Mansion and the mutants there. I had no idea that I would meet you. I had even less of an idea that I would be so taken with you."
It had really thrown a kink in his general demeanor. He had spoken the truth to her, however. He would no more report himself to the police than hurt Nehanda. He regarded her profile further."Beyond that, it is strictly up to you, Nehanda. I freely and honestly admit I would like to see more of you. I enjoyed our time together tonight and had it not been under false pretenses, could have been even better. Since I am the one who must prove myself though, I will simply leave the ball in your court. I will respect whatever decision you decide to make." Roland polished off his drink and waited for her response, hoping for the best yet preparing for the worst.
Roland heard Nehanda's cry of pain and moved to meet her as she descended the staircase, holding a nylon robe in his hand. It wouldn't be as comfortable as a cotton one, but it also was easily moved by Roland's mutation. He held the robe out, letting her slide her arms into it to cover herself. "Got any painkillers? And how long have I been out?" Roland smiled as he had expected and anticipated these needs and questions.
Stepping back a few feet to give her the space she needed to orient herself, he remarked," There's a bottle of Hydrocodone tablets in the left pocket of the robe for you. The prescription is under a dead man's name, so feel free to take them with you. You have been here for four hours. It's actually around three A.M. I wanted to ensure you had your bearings before I went to bed myself." He walked back over to the raging fire and picked his drink up and took a sip.
" I hope you don't mind me undressing you, but I felt a need to get you out of the constrictive suit so I could clean and dress your wounds properly. I hope you like my handiwork in that department. Your suit is out in the garage. I gave it a good spraying down to get the blood off of it. Other than the bulletholes, everything is in order. I didn't go through your pockets or anything like that." He sat down in the large leather chair by the fire, assessing her condition and admiring her silhouette in the light of the blaze.
He considered asking her to join him in the chair opposite his or asking her if she wanted food or drink, but he didn't. She was in foreign territory and Roland felt fortunate enough that she hadn't snuck out already. Keeping her in a neutral mode was preferable to pushing her anymore than he already had.
Coffee. A lovely drink. Its many flavor combinations, the slight difference in altitudes of growing regions and their effects on the flavor. All of these and many other factors provided hours of talk for aficionados of the haughty beverage. Roland, while feeling himself a connoisseur, hardly felt the inclination to listen to the discussion until the final twenty-something waitress swept up. He felt the verge of a real business partnership blooming with Melissa and her organization. While this type of stakeout wasn't alien to him, it was usually from a distant vantage point with plenty of distraction. The droning low music and the feel-good ambiance of the place was grating his nerves.
Roland felt the need to change the scenery a bit. Why sit and listen to the ongoing saga in here when he could be walking along with the young Miss Rivers beneath his own umbrella? It had to be more stimulating than this. He realized that whatever he was going to do, he would have to do it in a very subtle way, in case Melissa was watching nearby. He watched the staff. They seemed to be competent for the most part. One girl, though, seemed to be new at the job and sufficiently clumsy to give Roland a medium for distraction. He watched as the thin girl, with her plaid skirt and a little nose stud, wandered around the tables. All of those who had left at the arrival of the horse people hadn't the decency to remove their coffees and their little plates of pastries. So now the new girl was picking up all of their messes, stacking a sufficiently high and wobbly pile of cups and dishes as she turned to make her way toward the back of the house.
Roland saw a mop idly placed against on of the walls, around two feet from a pull lever for a fire alarm. He looked down at his own cup and saucer and then there was only a cup. The saucer found itself precariously placed underfoot of the girl as she came toward the mop in question. He watched and waited for her to step and watched the chaos. She stepped on the plate and slipped, as planned. The jenga-like stack of cups and saucers scattered in multiple directions, shattering and making quite the calamity. In the general din of it all, Roland moved the mop so that the handle sat with its tip directly under the fire alarm handle and directly in the path of her fall.
She grabbed for the mop as her hands flailed and there it was, ready to save her. However, the weight of her descent proved to be just the right amount of weight to pop the lever over and bring the rain from outside into the shop quickly. The sprinklers showered them all thoroughly as the annoyingly loud klaxon of the alarm itself wailed away. Roland jumped in feigned surprise and began to rise.
Roland followed the young lady as she spoke of their destination. It was always a good idea to know about these sorts of places. He might even grab a few items for a dinner with Nehanda the next time he saw her. He toyed with the idea of having a picnic, blanket and all, on the Mansion lawn. The mutant children could come and go, but no one needed to know his intentions. The ones he had for Nehanda were pure enough. No less soiled than any other man's would be in the sight of a beautiful and skilled woman. Roland found himself drifting away from her ramblings, the white eyes of the woman he desired burning into the back of his mind.
They had stopped in front of a place called EatZi's. The girl was speaking again, so he listened for a change."Beyond supplying hard-to-find products, EatZi's has a highly trained staff that is knowledgeable about all things epicurean. That's what the take out menu said anyway." Roland smiled and watched as she buzzed around the place, snapping up various ingredients for what seemed to be a lovely dinner for someone. As she was looking at some drinks and had actually stopped moving for a moment, Roland stood close to her. " That seems to be more than enough for one. Who is going to be your dinner guest?" He had more than an inkling of doubt that it was him, but he was intrigued all the same. What kind of man caught this lovely young lady's eye?
He looked over the fine wares of the deli. He imagined multiple combinations of food and drink, all with the same woman looking across the table from him. Not in at least a decade had Roland found himself so enraptured over a woman. Many had taken his eye in his lifetime. Some had even taken his heart. But very , very few had just completely had him at a loss as he had found himself of late.
The house had come cheap. Roland had visited the realtor's office the night before and left with some excellent photographs of the man and his secretary. A paltry down payment and a roll of negatives later, Roland found himself the proud owner of a lovely estate. Close to the city and having a fair amount of land attached, Roland had moved in a week prior to the night in question. The manor had come furnished, a clash of modern and antique, something that warmed Roland's heart the moment he had stepped into the foyer.
It was three stories, a full basement, a two car garage, a pool and a stables. Not bad at all. Roland was admiring the view of the nearby lands, sipping cognac. Robert Johnson, the amazing guitar player of the late 1930's was playing in the background. The man was a legend of the blues, having sold his soul to the devil for his skill. That was the story , anyway. It was hard to tell sometimes when myth and fact mingled. Roland had that problem often. A fire in the grand fireplace was burning, finally. It had taken an hour or so to get it really going as it was now. The lights were low in the room otherwise.
Roland heard the door upstairs open. Normally he might not have, but he had been waiting to hear it open. He had removed Nehanda's bodysuit and put her to bed after cleaning and properly dressing her wounds. He was no surgeon, but her scars would be minimal and remind her of the evening. He hoped that she would have more pleasant memories as the night evolved.
Nehanda winced in his arms, her body apparently in pain. Roland at first thought it a reaction to one of her injuries being touched, but found the real reason when she spoke."You didn't have to kill her." Roland brought a curtain rod over with the curtain attached. He summoned a small backup punch dagger up and popped a hole in the curtain, ripping a long bit free and wrapping it around her arm, tying it tight to prevent further blood loss.
" Actually, I did. You've seen more than any other living person, so you might as well know some more. I am actually wanted by INTERPOL and several crime organizations worldwide. Knowing my last name would prove dangerous to you, since someone getting you could get to me." He helped her stand."Whether you believe it or not, I actually do care for you. Not only have I not attempted to harm you, but I don't want you knowing everything about me just yet. At least not until we have had the chance to see if we can have anything together or not. Even if not, I won't harm you. I'll just take my chances."
They made their way through the foyer, dodging any blood to ensure no footprints. Exiting out the front doors, he pushed the button releasing the locks and alarm on Kimi's car. He helped her around to the passenger side, opened the door and put her in, lifting her legs in and shutting the door. He made his own way over and pushed the button for the keyless ignition. The car revved up and Roland lowered her window to give her air. Something occurred to him and he jumped out of the car and slid under it, coming back out with a small black box in hand and tossing it aside. In moments, they were out of the driveway and on their way out.
Roland kipped up from his position, having cover behind the stairs. He had a new clip in his pistol, ready to go. As he peered around the corner another shot from the guard's weapon exploded into the room. Now that was a hand cannon. It had to be something heavy, like a Desert Eagle. The response was quick as another hail of bullets rained out into the direction where he had seen Nehanda last. He had to put an end to this quickly. It was silent on that side now. He gritted his teeth hoping she hadn't been mortally wounded.
The seal of his mask popped free and he rolled it up, revealing his mouth and chin, allowing for Kimi to hear him. He knew and could hear her dropping a clip and returning one. He looked around the corner and saw her reload and the gun was his. He tossed it behind him and stepped out into the room. " That's quite enough, Katharine." He had wished she could have seen the look of genuine shock on her face as her true name was uttered with his actual eyes, rather than a heads up display. Gun in hand, pointed toward her head, he stepped closer.
" I applaud your little funhouse. It's one of your best creations yet. But , really, is all of this bloodshed necessary?" Kimi turned on her heel and faced him, a look of anger and sudden acknowledgement coming to her. " I know that voice. It seems old and yet so familiar. Is that you, Roland? It can't be. You're dead." Roland smiled, his gun still trained on his old jumping partner. " I suppose some things aren't meant to die." Her arms relaxed. She still seemed to be in a state of shock. It was a shame she had to go and say the wrong thing. " Who would have thought that after all these years I would see Roland Pru---gggurk!" Blood sprayed from her gurgling throat as the gun was lowered. He knelt down beside her, holding her hand as she bled out. " Just Roland, dear."
He reattached the seal on his mask, still aware of the cameras in the room. He ran around the corner and saw the guard, or what was left of him. Yep, Desert Eagle. He saw too much blood for one person and his heart sank. Following the trail of blood around a couch, he found Nehanda. Her wounds didn't look too bad, considering what they could have been, but the two of them needed to go. The gun holstered itself as he knelt beside her, the mask reappearing by his side. His blue eyes burned down at her as he cradled her in his arms. " Glad to find you in one piece, relatively."
Returning from the shadows, Roland was pleased to find the girl shocked at his under wear. The sound from her lips sounded foreign. Due to her polite mannerisms and the noise , he had the feeling that though she was Caucasian, there was definitely either some Asian descent or some education from those sorts of areas. He filed it away as she seemed to feel under dressed. " You look fine, Vega. You did just happen to leave work. You had no idea that you were going anywhere nor anywhere with me."
At the question of their destination, Roland watched as she looked at a wristwatch that wasn't there. Her previous front of cool confidence had been rippled. "If it's not too late there is a fancy grocery store I would like to visit. They should have ready-made items and teas and coffees as well. I'm hoping for a deal on dinner since it may be close to closing time." He watched her begin to walk out of the alley and followed. " Sounds lovely. I always enjoy organic food, especially of the gourmet variety. Are you preparing for dinner? All this threatening has indeed given me an appetite."
He could at least ensure she got home safely. Had he not had something for Nehanda, he would have probably suggested even more possibilities. She was easy on the eyes, to be sure. Roland had seen hundreds of beautiful women and stunning bodies, but he really felt that he should have come over the pond to New York much sooner. He stepped out into the sidewalk with her and waited for her direction as to their destination. The night was cool and by New York standards, was quite early.
"Now is not the time to pretend to be chivalrous!"
Roland chuckled into the microphone, his breaths increasing in frequency as he pushed his body down the hall, ignoring the twinge of pain in his side. " Now is a wonderful time. And I am not pretending, Nehanda." He could hear her feet uttering out a staccato of quick taps as her boots hit the floor just behind him. He knew she would follow. He still intended to get the redhead coming up the stairs before she did.
He was in fantastic shape, very well built and had the eyes of a tenured bodyguard. His stance was set firmly, feet apart. A smug smile on his rosy face to match the deep orange locks of hair on his head. His confidence surely came from the .45 he was holding in both hands, securely pointed at Roland's head. Roland only smirked in the suit and pushed harder, his body getting lower as the instincts of battle kicked in.
The next look on the bodyguard's face was not so happy as the gun was no longer in his hands. This wonderful moment of surprise and confusion was just the one that Roland always savored with his combative partners. The momentum he had going moved him up the guard's body. He firmly planted his hands on the man's shoulders and launched his right knee up into the guard's chin, Muay Thai style. The guard went back in a spray of blood, hitting the wall and then doubling forward.
As he stood up, he found the masked intruder showing him his gun and then pointing it at him. Just before the satisfying trigger squeeze, an explosion rocked their ears. Roland looked back to see the banister blown out by something of large caliber and Nehanda missing. The bodyguard took advantage to the best of his ability and grabbed the gun from Roland. Before he could raise it, several silenced shots from Roland's own gun were riddling his midsection and then one under the chin to be sure.
He heard her cry out and was on his way down the stairs when a barrage of bullets began streaming in his direction. Sounded like something small and automatic. Maybe an MP5. Nevertheless, he had little time to look and get it for inspection, diving and rolling off the staircase to the opposite side of where Nehanda was.
Roland stood there in the attic with Nehanda, looking at the impossible grid ahead. Had he been human , it would have truly been the kind of burn that Perry the fence truly enjoyed. He heeded her warning to leave it alone, a sly smirk built inside the mask's interior. " No reason to steal a fake, right?" Oh, the irony. He would seriously enjoy the situation even more had the trapdoor not closed on its own.
Her warning not to move was a given. She returned to her scan of the area and knelt down to look at the trapdoor. He heard her mention of the tone changing and the obvious revelation that Kimi was inside now after looking up the chimney." Laser grid up the chimney , I assume. " He looked down and the disk device was reattached to the top of the door, its melodic whirring clicking away at the new combination. It took only a few seconds before the door opened again. Roland knelt down beside the door and jammed a knife into its sensitive, meshy innards, ensuring it didn't close again. Time for subtlety was over.
No doubt an alarm was triggered and they would be up in no time to greet the two rogues. Roland looked up at Nehanda for a moment." I do realize what I have done. best to bring them right to us now. We are already found out. Since my identity is properly hidden, I'd prefer you let me go first and keep them busy. " He touched her hand and dropped through the opening , bolting for the top of the stairs to meet the bodyguards.
The girl seemed all too pleased that Roland had decided to let the boy go. Roland felt alright about it himself. He couldn't very well learn a lesson and then die. No way to prove his comprehension. Either way, he was sure he wouldn't see that boy's face again. She wa no seemingly open to speaking with him, though not on her hidden ability, whatever it may be. It still made him curious, though. Curious enough to entertain the idea of walking her home. Or somewhere.
She locked the store up and relaxed herself further, showing more of herself and perhaps less of her image that she had shown previously. They both had secrets, which always made for interesting companionship."You can call me Vega if you like. I kinda understand if you don't want to give me a name, but could I have something to call you besides my mugger's mugger?" Roland sucked his teeth for a moment in thought. He decided to keep it simple and closer to the truth, for his own amusement. " Fair enough. I don't really care for being called a mugger as well. I don't think I 've been something that low since I was younger than you. Heh. Call me Orlando."
"Would you like to talk somewhere else or is the whole lurking in dark alleyways your cup of tea?" Roland snickered before speaking. Someone was very lucky to have this little girl's heart, full of spunk and bravery. " That sounds lovely. Excuse me for a moment?" He walked into the shadows, opening the satchel to find a small zip drive inside. It went into his inner belt. The jumpsuit and gloves then came off in a poof and found themselves on a nearby fire escape. Returning from the darkness he was now in a tailored suit, grey with a black shirt underneath. No tie. " Where shall we go now, Vega?"
