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.
He stepped back, altered his stance. A forward thrust.
Was the air cooler around them both now? She noted this as she moved to evade, in a sideways roll.
Slow telegraphed attack. That is what it was. She did not catch the follow up back hand in time.
Maybe usually, she would have. But her power was new. And everything was orange. Made noticing minor details in movement... a really bad excuse to cover up having just a hair slower reaction time in that minute when it counted most.
She did not get struck with the blade. She was quick enough to snap the blade she’d had ready for a deflection into place, and do just that. But he gained ground on her. Gained proximity. For his grab.
”It is just a face. I am merely curious about you. Sorry. That probably sounded very... odd. I am not very good with people.”
At least, she was not good in social situations such as this. Ones where she came off strange. She had come off strange, yes? Like some sort of creepy... creeper.
But, then, the girl was strange too. Seemed jumpy, ready to bolt like a small animal. Lenna did not want to spook the small girl. And what was with HER face? Seemed almost like... coral?
Lenna had seen coral. One of her compatriots had kept a small piece as a keepsake. From a reef off the coast.
”It is weird seeing orange coral.” She commented. ”Usually, it is pink...”
He had one. Might work. Might not. Lenna gestured with her arms in a very ‘by all means, after you’ gesture. And light sprang up around the boy.
Yes, her power made things orange. The exception seemed to be light. Light, she processed the same regardless of her power’s effects. So she saw the “St. Elmo’s fire” coloration. She was kind of impressed.
He said stay back. She stepped back, until her back was pressed against a hedge maze wall. Branches poked her. Stupid branches.
Inside the building, there was a path. There was a damned path.
Freaking psychopath. Leading her astray. Down alighted path to her doom. She knew. Deep down, she had to know. What was going on here, how it would end. How could she not?
She followed the path. Followed the trap. Anger filled her, dulled her wits. Up to a higher floor, to a pair of chairs with two people tied up, hoods over their heads.
It really doesn’t take much to figure out what happened from there. Who the two in chairs were didn’t matter in the long run. At the end of the day, she had still walked into a trap. And paid the price.
The last thought she had before everything went mushroom-shaped was this: “It’s not them. Thank God. It’s not. Them.”
Her mother had died. Did she remember Skye’s mother? Yes. They had spoken of it. She remembered how Skye had told her of her pains, of when her mutation had first activated. And Lenna had shared her pains, in turn.
A complicated thing, then. There was much at play. Many memories. Many feelings. Feelings Lenna felt were somewhat out of her depths... ones she was trying to become better at dealing with. Because before, she had been taught not to feel very much at all. To compartmentalize and repress. Because it was healthy... for the good health of all those around her. Those that depended upon her.
She had never had a true mother, abusive or otherwise. None she could remember, beyond vague warmth if she strained... and that may have been a fabrication. Lenna knew a thing or two of mental abuse, however. She could share Skye’s sentiments well enough.
Lenna knew of feeling nothing, too. ‘Nothing’ had been a large part of her childhood. After being taken in by Cortez, by his lies. By his truths. ‘Nothing.’ It takes people to help one move beyond that. People, or time.
Lenna was people.
Lenna could help with the forgetting of shit. Though first, they needs handle the bright lights that were causing her to squint and not directly look at Skye. The woman handled her skylight, and brought it down. Lenna had high perception and could tell the act had cost something. The question was, what?
Her grip on the table had tightened briefly as Skye had spoken. But she had not feared the woman. After all, she was Skye. MamaSkye. Her fingers tightened once more as Skye erupted in a shout.
Lenna could not see the change in hair color. To her, it remained orange. Maybe a lighter shade. All things in her world were orange. Like if she had been in the dark, relying on her dark vision. A million shades of gray. She did notice the lights, however. Or, their... absence.
“Huh, how about that?” Skye had said.
How about... what? Lenna did not know. What she did know, she said.
”When I was young, if I had a problem I had to keep it bottled. Act as if I felt nothing even if I wanted to scream and release it. Could not keep it contained. Would always erupt eventually. I do not know if you know this of me, but I have anger...” she smiled thinly as if this amused her. But not much.
Lenna was quiet for a moment, but then she went on. Her voice was suddenly hard. Like when you plunge into water from a fall of several hundred feet. It got better... ”When that happened, they beat me down. With words more often than fists. But there WERE fists. It hurt, but... no. Ultimately I do not recommend feeling nothing. The pain comes out, eventually. It’s worse if it builds up. I am lucky now, that I have a good Cowboy, and friends, to help me out.”
It had not been what Lenna had expected to face come out. It came out, all the same. She looked to Skye to see what the woman would think.
Was the light in fact a reflection of mood? Or had Lenna misunderstood some thing somewhere? She was not really a child of the 90s, so any such thing as a mood ring was beyond the pale of her imagination. But she had heard lounge singers and cowboys speak of being Blue. Was it actually a thing? Or had they simply all gotten together and chosen to be literal in concert with each other? Hmmm.
The pulsing lights and all that flagrant evasion cued Lenna in to the possibility that she was closer than she had thought. And Skye’s tone... no, she did some seem like her usual self.
Lenna’s brow did not furrow, but she did look at the other girl impassively. Listening, yet giving nothing in return. A poker face.
Puh puh puh poker face. She had all the songs today. Yes.
Two weeks felt like much, much longer. But Lenna did not say that. What she did say was: ”He is fine. And you are evading. I can tell. I know a thing or two about evasion.” Both the literal and the figurative types. ”I can see your lights and I have been told blue is ‘sad.’ So. I will look at you seriously and ask you why you are sad. Because I do not like it.”
It was interesting that her cellular phone still worked after all of this time. Without a plan. At least, one she had to regularly pay cash money for. The man she had stolen it from had cancelled his credit card, but his phone? No.
Yes, she realized he could probably trace its location and track her with it. Yes, she knew he was affiliated with SUPER. She had already moved her things from her apartment, to avoid SUPER bothering her in that location. But a part of her thought.., well, it just thought that if they wished to try and track her down to start something, there was going to be something. They could simply, what was the phrase? “Bring it.” She could live dangerously. It was not as if that were something she had never done a day in her life.
Skye asked if she could swing by the mall food court, and Lenna said “Yes!”
Arranging the ride to go to the mall was far simpler than it would have been, had it been any other location in the city. She had grown proficient at utilizing a bus schedule. And if she had to, Amelia had taught her UBER. Her funds were limited.
Had she found a job yet? No. Fast food restaurants found her too much something. She was uncertain what that something was... but believed it to be ‘honest.’ Fools should be alerted to the fact that they are fools. Why should anyone take exception to this piece of self help? But she had money enough to get by.
Her other self had left a stash of cash in a cleverly concealed location, alongside gold bouillon and easily liquidated small gems. Ferreted away for a rainy day or emergencies, very practical! Anything else she needed, she could get by selling old clothes and items she had previously owned. One could not keep it all in a small mansion room. Especially if one were to be suddenly assigned a roommate. Which was always a possibility hanging in the air.
She arrived and walked to the aforementioned location, breezily. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt with black stripes, and a pair of black pants. She found Skye, and ... Now, this was interesting.
For Lenna, everything she saw was always orange. But only physical objects. The light waves she witnessed, were their own colors. Something she had noted with mama Skye many a time : Skyes lights were the bomb. And they were many colors. Whatever she wished or felt. At that moment, Skye was blue. Or at least, surrounded and suffused by a cold blue light. Like the Force, only visible. Did Lenna know the socio-cultural connotation of the color blue corresponding to the emotional state of a human being? Sure! She had also recently heard that damn song.
Da bo dee da. Damn mansion kids.
Lenna slid into the table on the side opposite Skye, leaned forward, propping her chin on her arm, and said ”yo listen up. What is the story about a blue girl that lives in a blue world. You look quite blue from over here?” And all day and all night and every thing she did was just blue, like her. Inside and outside, Lenna’s mind finished the lyrics for her.
The kids had jokes. Jokes they told. And the moment they had learned of her orange thing, what pray tell do you think they referenced all day and all night for a week at the mansion?
She smiled thinly, and added cheekily ”Da bo dee da. Seriously; what is wrong?” And who did she have to kill to get a hamburger such as that?
Confirmed. The other Lenna worked with super. Did the Lenna before that also...? Questions birthed questions.
Aura was willing to trust. Lenna nodded. ”I will not betray that trust.” she said.
She would be good to her word. She needed to figure out how to maintain her apartment, and for that needed money. But it seemed she had yet to have been evicted, which was apparently something that could happen. Maybe super still paid rent? She had already started moving clothes and objects of worth OUT of the place. Just to avoid those people rooting through her possessions. Something she was certain they would do. Them, with their zero morals.
Aura did not know Swiss Miss, by name or description. A shame she could not recall the silly woman’s fake name? It had been Moon something, or moon in another language? Tsukuhime? Whatever. It had been pretentious and she had decided against it.
No it had not been a redhead, or someone named Fade. ”Her alias had moon in it. Some foreign language moon girl.” A more worldly person might have made a sailor moon joke, but Lenna did not.
She listened as Aura talked of her powers beginnings. Of her beginnings, of misunderstandings and being taught one thing that was untrue. She felt like her story and this woman’s story were not so far apart.
Aura offered help and Lenna nodded. As for goals. She just said one word. “Work.”
Then she continued. ”Our stories are similar. I was kidnapadopted, by a Colombian drug lord and trained and taught to be his pawn. Then I deaged and wound up... here. I guess I am still learning about my... powers... and why everything is orange. But that is a problem for another day.”
She did not ask for aid with SUPER. She was not interested in that. Lenna could handle her own problems.
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((OOC skipping Amelia for the moment. She’s just chilling in the tub.))
Lenna smiled at Sam and his energy comment. If he only knew she’d been feigning it.
Noel thought the drivers sucked and were rude, to boot. Sam agreed, said it was a bummer. The offer to join them was appreciated. A slight bob of the head, and crooked smile. Though she did not know what this ‘bummer’ was. Then, he went on about accents.
Yes. Accents. ”I like cowboy accents.” She agreed mildly. She had glanced back, but her focus was more on Noel than Sam now. Lenna was still managing to glance his way for the occasional reply. ”Too much westerns as a young girl, I think. Thank you for the offer.”
She was in the pool, now. Relaxing. Sam stood, for some reason. But she had her eyes closed and was talking of her dilemma. Noel agreed. Asked why she was avoiding him. Sam flipped the thing, to make it seem as if she were not avoiding him. But rather, he was avoiding her. She glanced at him. He was standing. Odd.
”Some people cannot handle even the mildest things. Spice is life.”
He sat next to Noel. Said stuff. Lenna spoke to Noel in answer to her previous question. Keeping what he had said in mind.
”It is possible I know them from the mansion. But not likely. Very not likely. That would have to have been before the deAging. And I wasn’t attached to the mansion then.” She also did not remember them. Hard to remember someone you can’t place if you don’t remember them in the first place. Lenna frowned, contemplative. ”Maybe I saw them in a vision... memory.”
Amelia woke up to chime in “Your boyfriend?”
Lenna nodded. ”Yes. Forgot I told you about that.”
“Eh.” It was hard to shrug while slumped in a hot tub. But Amelia managed it, all the same.
”From a memory,” Lenna concluded, brightly. Decisively. ”And I am avoiding them becauuuuuse...” She looked to Noel, a stranger, and Sam. Someone she had actually spoken to about her past. It was to him she directed her comment. ”Things from past lives are sticky, yes? Would you not avoid someone who knew you, when you had changed and did not truly know yourself?”
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”Nice to meet you,” Lenna said.
Noel, she repeated the band in her mind. Like the holiday. Interesting. Had she seen the look the woman had given her? No, she had not.
She looked to Sam. Sam was simpler than people you know but cannot remember, or strong drinks. He gave her a thumb gesture she did not know. She gave it right back. Whatever it meant. Hopefully, not anything lewd.
”Drop a bid?” Her brow furrowed. ”What? Like, when you put money on a horse? I like gambling, Sam.” She chided cluelessly. ”But more cards and games of chance than betting on races. You can do it though. Win the race. I believe in you!” She shook one fist in an attempt to show the camaraderie and support.
If Noel would have tuned in, the lie would have been as batteries one her mouth.
Sam explained that they lived together and Lenna saw absolutely no underlying strangeness to the statement. ”Yes.” she confirmed.
His next comment was one likely directed at Noel, but Lenna thought it to be directed at her. ”No. I came here alone. Had to jump over a limousine to make it in though. You Americans. New York drivers are the WORST!”
From her vantage point above them, she could still see a ways. Standing, she could almost see the strange man who had started a commotion in the tub. She frowned as she looked over her shoulder, his way.
With a sigh, she slipped into the pool. Closed her eyes, then commented on her dilemma.
”Have you ever felt like you know someone, but it been able to remember when and how...? There is someone familiar here. I have been avoiding him.” she scrunched up here nose in distaste. Her focus, as she had rambled, had landed on Noel. Of all the people there, Noel.
Two characters. Yes. Crazy, wild. With lives you could not possibly make up.
Lenna spoke, and went with the scene tradition during the exposition. To the kitchen.
She plopped in a chair as Megan girl answered her question. Yes. Confirmed. Ty knew Megan. Haha. It was a minuscule planet, ultimately. Was it not?
Lenna listened. Face, the pokeriest of poker faces.
Special handshake, huh? Handshake of plot.
”He is my boyfriend.” She stated. ”He helped me sort out my personal life and figure out who i desire to be. We found some answers. Still have more questions. I think there are still some connections to be made about my previous employers... we went to my apartment where I had been attacked by some government men, and—“ Lenna yawned. Exposition was tiring.
She explained about the SUPER agents and how she thought she might have worked for them. And how maybe they wanted Megan. The fight with the agents on the roof, teaming up with a blonde who could explode. And how maybe it made sense she would work for them, knowing herself. Sounded like a Her thing.
The suggestion? Preposterous. The idea that someone could have gotten the better of Michael was inane. Still, a foolish part of her had hesitated in hanging up on the caller. Just in case the threat was true. The risk to Michaels life... to Kaitlyns life... was too great.
She had opened her mouth to ask who the caller was, to get further details, and— the bastard had hung up. Fiery orange rage ate up her vision for a moment, and Lenna closed her eyes and took a step back. Rested her hand on the desk top. Then, she focused her mind.
The person had sent an address. That meant Lenna had options. The first thing she did was text the person back, asking for proof. When that got dead silence, Lenna began making calls.
It was good for the kidnapper that Kaitlyn had misplaced her phone through entirely natural means. Either she had forgotten it in some place, or else it had fallen out of her pocket. The idea Lenna would give one single damn about exposing the young girl as a spy when her life was potentially on the line was laughable.
After she could not call the girl’s cell, she tried the mansion itself. Of course, the person who answered had not been able to give her any details as to Kaitlyn’s location. They had been wholly unhelpful. Maybe she was out playing, maybe she was in class. And maybe she had been kidnapped.
Lenna took the moment to calm herself, and try Michael next. If Kaitlyn were busy, she could try again later. But if Michael were missing... of course, his absent cellphone only combined with the missing cellphone from before to add believability to the caller’s tale. Michael had not answered.
Perhaps making all the calls counted as something funny? Perhaps not. But most certainly, calling Michael’s associates to check on him would have been strange. And she could not go to the police to investigate things. Tracing the call would have taken time, and she really did not have a great deal of time remaining. Tick tick tick. What was she going to do?
With a sigh, Lenna drew her black overcoat on over her dark orange turtleneck and dark slacks. Added her concealed weapons. Left for the scene.
She arrived a short time later, and parked. Lenna had not brought any reinforcements. Which was too bad. If she’d thought of someone who could have helped her sort this out with keen tactical abilities, her mind might have gone to Shade. Although did he still work for her? She had not heard from him in a while. Admittedly, she needed to make a better effort to keep track of the hired help. Especially when said help didn’t really like you. But oh well. She wanted to sort this out herself, solo. Never give anyone anything they can use against you.
It was stupid. It was dumb. It was against her better judgement, but the curiosity. That damn morbid curiosity. It drew her, like metal filings to a magnet.
He looked familiar. She felt like she had seen him. Maybe in one of Cowboys visions? But who was he? Never could tell. Ty only shared the one way. There was no audio to go with his visual.
Her approach was cautious. She maintained tailing distance as she stalked her prey. All the while, she sipped at her glass of wine. And watched.
She was watching, so she saw the scuffle. The brief punch fail splash that put the man half in and half out of the hot tub. And the dumb guy who had been the cause of the fight. She was still a good six feet back from them, uncertain what to do, other than watch a spectacle. Then a familiar voice jerked get attention up and over, past the whole thing onto a tub a ways away. Someone was calling her name.
Her blue green eyes fell on the tub. The people. She knew Sam, knew Amelia.
In the background, there was a sound like the click of a shutter. Like a cellphones camera. She heard it, but the thought went nowhere. Just a stray thought, with no home.
Lenna dropped her empty glass off on a tray as she slipped through the party, towards her friends.
Sam has been avoiding her. She was fairly certain. He was interesting. A good fighter. A terrible flirt. She liked him, as a young girl might like a wise teacher. He was amusing, and from him, there was much she could learn. She had not heard the song Don’t stand so Close To Me in her entire life.
Amelia was a friend. Someone to talk to, and share information with. An almost roomie, they spent much time with the “hanging out” in rooms.
The third person was a mystery. Worth investigating, perhaps.
She stopped in front of their tub. Just as a matter of fact, in between then and their view of the other tub. The one where the spectacle had occurred. Was occurring. But of course, it was purely by chance.
The brown-haired girl clasped hands behind her back, and focused on them.
Her accent was lightly Colombian. ”Hello. Yes. Hi Sam. Amelia. How are you? I am good, but tonight... has been very confusing.” Dhe shot a glance back to the man, the handsome man. She frowned, then looked back at them. ”Their wine is fairly strong.”
Without preamble, Lenna pulled a knife from her boot. It was not a horribly large knife, and it was not a switchblade. It was just a perfectly normal, everyday, concealed weapon. She turned towards the hedges.
”A machete would be better, but I have this.” She said lightly.
Lenna tried a slash on the hedge. It cut off a few leaves and the start of a branch. But at its size and the size of the hedge, actually cutting their way through the maze would take hours. She grimaced.
”The knife might not work so hot. We may need to navigate in the intended manner. Unless you have some sort of very destructive mutation. Mind just makes things orange and helps me be lucky.” She said.
Luck does not help cut down hedges.
If she’d had full telekinesis control, this all could have been subverted. But then, she did not. And this was actually a challenge.
The woman had thought her idea insane. But had shared it anyways. Perhaps it had been insane. Insane things happen. It made sense the woman had been cautious.
Lenna had no idea what a null was. Luckily, aura explained it for her. A mutant who cancels other mutants powers. Kind of a crappy power. But also, kind of useful. Almost, it was its own form of luck, yes? To make someone’s ability fail at the exact right time? Idly, Lenna wondered if this power was a future extension of her own current power?
Different worlds, though, meant different powers perhaps? This one she spoke of was from Earth. What, then, was Lenna? A person from Not Earth? Mars? What?
She frowned in thought.
So the woman had thought her to be an old friend. Made sense. Better friend, than enemy. No need for enmity.
She readied herself to speak again, but Aura continued. And spoke of yet another Lenna.
Lenna tilted her head like a bird.
Telek- tele, she struggled with the world and settled for describing the idea behind it. Moved things with mind.
Stranger and stranger.
She did not move things with her mind, did she? Lenna let the thought pass through one ear and out the other, for someone else to worry about later. Aura was still speaking. No need to distract herself with contemplation.
The other Lenna was older. Mutants did reverse age. Losing memories. So that WOULD make sense.
As for the date comment— Aura almost seemed wistful about it. Had they met differently she would of ‘not said no...’ what exactly did that mean?
Lenna felt a sudden flush on her cheeks, and was unsure what to make of it. Blushes from her were rare.
Did that mean, if they had met on different circumstances, aura would have considered what they had done a date?
How could someone consider an attempted murder a date? Unless the banter were REALLY good... she had always figured what Eliana had done might have been very personal, almost intimate. If she had killed with a knife, close range. It was why Eliana had usually focused on taking out targets from far away.
Well. At least they had parted peaceably and Aura did not blame her for the attempted assassination... they had even made a “connection.” Huh. Dance fight. Interesting.
This attempted assassination begged the question, had it been for SUPER business, or freelance... or had Cortez been involved? Had she not checked in this place, and learned of his death? It was likely it was for SUPER, then. She HAD been following Megan, before things had happened to change her entire life.
The girl wrapped things up by calling herself a monster, not a doctor... and despite everything Lenna felt at that moment, all the confusion and was weirdness and wariness... her heart went out to this strange woman.
Lenna was silent for a moment. And then, she stepped forward. She held up a placating hand.
”If you are like me, if we connected... then I may understand what you struggle with. My boyfriend and I both consider this situation to be like a fresh start... with far fewer attempts at murder and whatnot.” She grimaced. Urp. What else could one say to phrase that thought? ”You seem nice enough to me. Not a monster. But then, I do not know you... though if you wanted to, we could be friends? I’m trying... to be better about having friends now. And the trust. Although if past level tried to kill you, she probably worked for SUPER and you might have concerns I do. I don’t.”
Lenna sighed. ”F&$&&)ing hate those guys. They tried to mess with me in my own house. Swiss Miss and I beat the crap out of them. Maybe you know Swiss Miss?” the thought struck her and it was too funny not to share. ”Blonde hair, blue eyes. Goes through things... burned a guy with her power to keep him from bleeding out? It is a small world, after all.”
She had never heard that song in her life. Just an unfortunate choice of words.
Funny how she had gone from wanting not to trust this woman to...to almost wanting to try and hug her and tell her she was no monster and was fine. But that seemed wrong for both of their tough girl characters.
