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.
The two of them walked down the corridor. Roland noticed the dormitory type rooms and decided this was more front. It probably all was on this level. He needed to get down deeper. The building wasn't tall enough to have higher administrative floors, so it only left one place to dig. Down. He saw the various faces greet Isabel and then look at him in varying degrees of interest and disgust. He looked at them each clearly, so he might remember an unfriendly face outside these walls. Isabel seemed distracted, carrying on the chore that she didn't seem to enjoy much.
"Which area of the Sanctuary are you interested in seeing first, Mister Fairweather?" He looked in various directions, spying the elevator. He'd try to stretch her boredom even farther so she would actually want to get in the elevator. " Well, all of it seems pretty normal. Perhaps you could show me each room and explain it to me so I can make notes?" Sounded ultra dull even to him, so she would definitely cringe at the tasks. He pulled his pen and notepad out, ready to make ridiculous scribblings.
While on the phone , Roland noticed that Neena seemed to be going over some sort of internal list, perhaps through a heads up display or something similar. Seemed appropriate with the tech level here. Roland seemed to have found all he was going to find, as far as he could tell. He wondered if there was a way to get into the administrative offices. Fortunately it seemed that the tour wasn't over yet, so there might still be possibilities for device locations.
Neena was commenting on the mini console and the actions of those in puberty. "It lets us interact with the students for basic exercises, as well as handle the occasional power spike. Most of our students are teenagers, and puberty tends to cause them a bit more trouble than the average human. Obviously."Roland replied with a knowing smile and nod. "Don't I know it. My little girl is hard enough to handle now. I am hoping that with the training and experience of the people here, yourself included, that she will be prepared when puberty comes. I surely won't be, more than likely."
He watched as the room collapsed on itself again, pulling in the equipment. He made sure to snap some shots of the actual structures pulling them in. He smiled and followed Neena out inot the corridor, looking back one more time at this gymnasium. What did she say they called it? The Danger Room. " So, what's next?"
Isabel had been carefully measuring Roland from across the foyer. She seemed to feel pleasure, or whatever creatures like her felt in place of it, at the idea of his resignation to her.Roland was doubtful of any access to anywhere beyond the Sanctuary. He hoped the device near the computer would pull any info he might need. He still had some phones handy though, in case an opportunity presented itself.
When asking for a tour, she seemed to pass it off as a chore, as any brutal killer pretending to be a child would, a petulant response to a mundane task. She looked as if she might be discussing it to herself, looking over at the secretary behind the desk, hoping for a rescue of her own. The woman in question clearly shot her a look that telegraphed the fact that she was not moving from her desk. Reluctantly, Isabel rose and waved him in the general direction, still seemingly disinterested, yet interested enough to continue.
Roland rose and proceeded to the doors leaving the foyer, stopping briefly to allow Isabel to pass or walk on his side. No way was he going into unfamiliar territory to get shanked in the back. He liked to see it coming. "Ladies first." He smiled and tugged and straightened at his tie, wiping some beads of sweat from his forehead. He assumed the sweat was from the polyester suit he was wearing, but it made for a nice touch.
"Everyone has a gift for something. Mutation may be a bit more obvious and dangerous than others. But in essence, what makes it a gift is all in how you use it. At least, that's how I look at it." She chuckled quietly. "I'm willing to bet, human or not, you have a special gift as well, Mr. Hornbuckle."
Roland couldn't help but grin at her from beneath his disguise. "Very good at revealing others, I assume. It's an excellent talent in regards to your duties here. Mutations aside, your own gaze would be hard to lie to." It did take a fair amount of practiced skill not to just tell his tale and see what she said next. There would be plenty of time for that, he thought to himself as they began walking to the gymnasium. He watched her curiously as she put her hand on the wall, indicating some sort of palm reader. He took note of it as they entered.
"This is our gym. It's partially automated"
Partially didn't give it justice as the gym equipment began revealing itself. The Mansion was immediately raised in threat level in his mind at the sight of such advanced technology. He revealed a phone from his pocket, pressing the depression that made it call itself. The phone rang and Roland stepped to the side." My apologies. Just a moment, I'll excuse whoever this is." He ran a one sided conversation , chiding and chastising whoever it was he was pretending to talk to. He paced back and forth, his camera phone snapping away silently, at the mini console, at the equipment. He had the subdermal trigger activated, just millimeters beneath the skin of his middle finger, a small pressure sensitive sensor that he would use to remotely activate the camera. He returned it now to his belt, not his pocket. It seemed to have a little leather holder securing it to his belt, facing outward.
He needed to keep her pointed towards the scenery, while also seeing more somehow. " It's just amazing. I am quite impressed with it. It is all ran from that little console? If so, it is is truly amazing indeed."
Satisfied with the placement of the device, Roland looked back to Neena. She seemed to be scoping him out, but not with her vision. She was probably doing what most people ended up doing when they were around him for long. Reading him. The problem with that was with so many rebirths in his past, Roland wasn't completely sure himself who he was anymore. Was there a core of sentience beneath the lies? Or were the lies all that were really left? It was an unfathomable abyss that he was ill prepared to attempt anytime soon.
She was ready to lead him on to the training areas, one of the main places he had sought in his coming here. It would be the best place to surmise what kinds of mutants he may end up facing or dealing with.As they began to walk, she hit him with an obvious question. So obvious that he had not accounted for an answer. He had most things planned to perfection, but not this answer.
"Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Hornbuckle. Are you a mutant yourself?"
Roland actually paused. His debonair and smooth way of rolling lies didn't come as easily. He would analyze it later."No, I'm afraid not. In a way, I wish I had been. It seems like even with the stigma that is generally attached, that it would be amazing to possess such gifts. I suppose I'll have to stick to my humanity and its strengths and weaknesses." He continued his charming smile. Internally, though, he was still at odds with himself. Perhaps he was finding himself more attached to Neena than he ought to be.
"Chaotic?" Neena blinked and tilted her head, addressing his remark in the literal sense. "Hmm. I suppose numerous clones could become confusing after a while. Though personally, I think a bit of randomness makes life much more interesting. What do you think?" she asked as she pushed the Library doors open. Roland thought on the matter a bit as they looked upon the library, which was quite modern and resourceful for any school. It also seemed to be quiet and a good place to escape for uninitiated conversation. All the more reason to leave his first footprint.
He answered as himself, though under the guise of Hornbuckle, it would only seem as an interesting characterization. "I'm not sure if there is such a true thing as chaos, Neena. Everything that seems happenstance in the world generally comes full circle" His eyes flashed to the central intake vent in the center of the ceiling of the dual level room. As he panned back down to the central study area below, the first phone was already in the vent, its magnetic backing locked against the side of the duct, the 'antenna' end pointed down at the room.
" This estate is an incredible resource for mutants. It's a shame that there aren't more places where young mutants can learn and train. Speaking of, where do the children practice their abilities? I doubt that outside works for everyone. Do you have a special gymnasium or something?" Where indeed. Having a look around and meeting this beautiful woman was all well and good, but Roland had to remind himself why he was here. The first phone tapped his mind, as if a friendly tap from a friend, reminding the sleepwalker to awaken.
Roland mulled over the numbers for enrollment as they continued. Averaging against human private schools, the costs were rather high, though considering the extra services that they provided here, it made it more than a bargain. He let himself lag behind long enough to see the skintight bodysuit in action as Neena walked ahead, explaining the classrooms. She was terribly fit. She stopped at an open door of one of the classrooms. Roland had to raise his vision quickly to not get caught in his ogling.
As they looked into the language class, Roland was impressed to see the versatility and use of mutants with the proper mutations. For something as seemingly random and chaotic, a proper use and purpose for this one had been gained easily. Most mutants could have a purpose. The idea was to be the one directing and guiding that purpose. He smiled and nodded back to the professor in question. " Impressive. Amazing to see the good use of what would seem like an otherwise chaotic mutation." He smiled his little smile again and drifted off alongside of Neena as they arrived at the library doors.
His wolf in sheep's clothing routine was going brilliantly. She seemed to have the eyes of the spider as it watched the fly struggle. Whatever kept her going in her delusion worked for Roland. Seeming to relax in a way that suggested accepting one's fate, he took in a deep breath and exhaled. " Well, if it's going to be this way, perhaps I could get a tour of the Sanctuary? I can perhaps ask you questions on the way, but really, does it make much difference now?"
His shoulders dropped in a final gesture of release. Inwardly, he was devising how he would use the remainder of his utility belt that he had brought. He had 3 more devices to plant and a stun gun to give him the extra second he might need to escape. Stun guns seemed regular enough as to not arouse suspicion regarding his motive or identity. Any reporter, especially one entering the Sanctuary, would be stupid not to bring something to defend themselves with.
He looked back at her with cool eyes. "My agenda was to interview you and try to get a tour. I just got scared, really. I would appreciate it if you could do that much." Meek and stupid. It would go over well with someone like Isabel, he thought.
Delilah Tipper. He recorded the name in his mind for later perusal.As they stopped in the kitchen, he gladly took the offered water bottle, scanning the area's exits and seeing more open space behind them through the windows."Thank you, Neena." he replied, cracking the lid and having a few drinks. "As for kids, we have a rather small group right now, about fifty or so. Numbers tend to fluctuate, but we like to keep classes small. That way the chances of a student fading into the background are almost nil."
Roland sat the bottle on the table, perching for a moment on one of the stools there. Neena then raised her glasses, revealing her milky white irises. They only made her more exotic and unique. Roland pondered the idea of making his imaginary child disappear somehow and still seeing Neena. Something to mull over. " Well, that's all very reassuring. I hope I am not out of line, but you have beautiful eyes, Neena. " He smiled and then continued with his questioning so as not to get too off-track.
"How much is tuition here? Does it pay for the year or can you pay ahead of time? Sometimes I am out of the country for long periods and it makes for less financial scrabbling to have things done ahead of time.Anyway, shall we continue?" He drained the last bit of the water nd tossed it, gathering the application folder and waiting for her.
"I can imagine not," she replied simply. "Third grade? So, about eight, or so? Am I right to assume then that her mutation has been active for a while?" Roland seemed to pause for a moment, still lost in the details of later insertion, looking at the roof. " Yes, Eight. Yes, it appeared a few years ago after her mother died." A downward glance and then back at Neena. He smiled and nodded in an appreciative gesture as she opened the doors for him. He was pleased with the general ease of entry here. He wondered if that translated personally.
He entered the foyer. It was rather immaculate and stately. Looking over the paintings therein, Roland could see a minimal but hearty heist from the art alone. He glanced over at the living room , which was rather well equipped and spacious. She handed him a folder, explaining it as the standard questionnaire for new residents and students. He looked over it, seeing that it had a layout of the Mansion and general questions and information. An excellent piece of information. He smiled and thanked her, she was helping him more than she knew.
" What is the student to teacher ratio here? How many of each? I want my daughter to receive a well rounded education, of course. It's a lovely place, by the way. Is it also in the hands of Professor Xavier? Or is it owned by someone else?" Roland let these be the first of many questions. He wanted the pace to remain measured yet easy, there would be many more questions.
Isabel was an interesting character. Roland wondered if she ever got angry or even grimaced. She probably tried not to' so as to retain the wrinkle free visage of innocence that she wore so well. Garrett opened his eyes wider, playing the trapped animal well, recalling his first time in the pen. His hand slid back into his pocket at Isabel's request, though a practiced maneuver followed. He had seen a well placed vent near the floor behind Lisa's desk as he was talking to Isabel earlier. The phone that he had in his hand disappeared in the pocket but then was transported to the vent . A new phone appeared in his hand from his utility belt, which he placed in his pocket, to make the bulge needed to continue the illusion.
He let himself be herded back towards the foyer and he sat down, the look of fear on his face hopefully similar enough to look genuine. It never seemed to be believable to him, as in his general life, he rarely experienced it. He moved in his seat uncomfortably, watching her play her sweet and innocent killer routine, hoping she would sit down, so as not to cause a scene. He seemed to relax a bit, outwardly resigning to whatever his fate was, inwardly happy that the clever monitoring device was in place.
" So, what now? I will be allowed to leave at some point, right? People know I am here."
Roland watched and smiled along as Neena pressed the buttons on the security console. Unfortunately, her hand was out of his sight and the tones were all the same, further hiding the code. He casually glanced up at the wall, which wasn't too high, a tree and a hop and the code would be irrelevant.She extended her hand to shake. ”Nehanda Jenkins. Please, call me Neena.” He took her hand and shook it firmly, yet lingered for the half second longer than he would a normal shake, implanting the longer and more personal greeting. He nodded and replied,"A pleasure to meet you Neena." She mentioned her mutation being a passive one. He wondered if it could have something to do with her eyes, as the once over she had given him was clearly not the same kind he had given her.
"Welcome to Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters. We offer all required courses for all grades, up until twelfth, as well as a variety of electives. And, naturally, one of our main focuses is on helping the kids learn about and embrace their mutation,” she announced officially, and motioned toward the grounds. ”Might I ask what kind of gift your daughter has?” Roland put on a look of disarray, one of fleeting concern before answering crisply. " Well, those who have advised me call it an energy sheath, specifically of a plasma of sorts. It seems to be a combination of electricity and some sort of magnetism. Being that she is only a third grader, she doesn't have much control over it. I have to admit, I have spoiled her a bit and the only time it seems to manifest is when she throws a tantrum. Everything in the room generally shorts out. Needless to say it rarely goes over well."
Roland looked around at the grounds, enjoying the absence of too many monitoring devices, regarding the security lights and the probable blind spots of the few cameras that were visible. His view then moved to the Mansion itself, a stately manor that he wouldn't mind owning himself. Not that he ever would, but still, it was very nice. His gaze then came full circle back to Neena."Would a tour of the Mansion be out of the question?"
Roland was pleased that he had raised the killer's dander. Her face mirrored the intention. This had definitely brought on a more favorable reaction than charm ever could. He had no worries of escape. Escape was more of a reflex to Roland than anything else. He watched her rise and stand between him and the door, clearly put off by his actions. He decided he could get much more done by pushing the envelope in this situation. In prison, he always found that killing a few lifers in your first day or two definitely culled the kill or rape factor. This situation wasn't all that different, relatively.
Back to the act. He looked her right in the eye, the urge to spit crawling back down his throat. " I meant no offense, Miss Duskmoor. Really. You don't last long in my business without knowing who's who. I thought I could just conduct my interview and leave, but sitting so close to a known murderess is just too unsettling." He tapped into his fear response to produce the necessary sweat to make it convincing. It didn't take a mutant to produce such an effect. Just alot of practicing in interrogation rooms.
He reached into his pocket and pulled one of his phones out. It had actually come from his utility belt under his pants, but it came from his pocket. He appeared to nervously have his fingers on the 9, as if he might call the police should he not be allowed to go. " If anything, I thank you for helping me realize I am not cut out for this 'on the beat' bit. I'll happily take my desk any day after this." He made sure to hold the phone out slightly, his fingers gripping it loosely.
Roland watched as a stunning black woman walked out of the Mansion and sauntered towards the gates. A black body suit covered her curves and sunglasses covered her eyes. he wondered if all of the women here were as alluring. He made no attempt to disguise his appreciation of her form and stature as she approached. When she stood at the other side of the gates, he almost fumbled and forgot his false identity. Almost.
" Hello there. My name is Jordan Hornbuckle. My daughter, Candy, is a mutant and I was considering enrolling her at this Academy. I had heard among my circles that this was the place to send young mutants for education, to segregate them from the hate mongers of the public school system. I had considered having her tutored, but I thought it best to have her in an environment conducive to her gifts."
The caring father. A wealthy one at that. Private schools always enjoyed wealthy parents. It certainly seemed to cut down on the paperwork, in his experience. He had to cement the role in further, since he was unaware of telepaths in the area. They were his least favorite breed of mutant. For all he knew, this woman could be one and he was revealing himself. he did his best to tidy his thoughts up, staying in the mode of concerned parent." So, are you a mutant as well, Miss.....?"
The Z3 handled like a dream. Roland had always been partial to European automakers, their choosing of quality over quantity. It was a general trend that America had never quite grasped. He saw no guards posted, not even an old feeble one like the kind you see in a movie as he drove up the drive to the gates of the Mansion. It crossed his mind how they ever managed to protect themselves from the children, much less outside influence.
He stepped out of the car, dressed in his own clothes, tailored and immaculate, while still loose and movement friendly. Grey slacks and polished shoes, a black long sleeve shirt tucked in and buttoned and collared. The only thing false was his ID and his motives. Well, the motives he would discuss with anyone who asked.
He walked up to the gates and was pleasantly surprised to find a camera and a simple numerical code board. He was going to be extremely disappointed if they lacked even the basics in security. He decided to enjoy the ruse further by not dropping his clean accent. Americans tended to dawdle more around foreigners, as long as they were the right type of foreigners.
He did plaster a serious look on prior to pushing the call button. He was a serious parent wanting a no nonsense look about the grounds. He certainly couldn't afford to be a conniving thief who wanted to case the place, smirking at its lack of security.The button pushed, he stood back a few feet, waiting to see what happened next.
