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.
Henrietta was embarrassed. She got the concept, but she was embarrassed. She'd have to gain some confidence in her abilities. A new goal was added to the list for today.
Lenna folded the towel over and set it on the ground behind her before turning back towards Henrietta. "No problem," She said. "You've been long overdue for lessons.Today is to help you gain confidence, as much as it is to teach you how to defend yourself. We should probably set up weekly lessons, if you want to learn any more complex fighting disciplines. For now..." She looked at Henrietta frankly. "I want you to try and attack me."
Lenna pressed the pepper spray into Kaitlyn's hand.
"Now, time for some martial arts training. I'm... not quite sure what the best way to teach you this is, so... this'll be experimental. For the most part, you should learn to escape trouble. You're a bit too young for punching in faces and slamming thugs into walls, Kaitlyn. So listen..."
Lenna spent the next half hour demonstrating helpful maneuvers to Kaitlyn. They were things that'd allow her to get out of sticky situations. Shin-kicking, between the legs, eye-gouging. Most of it was pretty basic. They were almost common sense, but they'd help if Kaitlyn ever needed them. She ended that segment, lecturing Kaitlyn. "With the complex moves, you'll want to learn how to fall properly and take punches. I'll show you that next time, so don't start practicing kung fu stuff you don't know until I say you're ready."
The selection in the garage was noteworthy. There was a Mustang, a Ford Sprint, a Delorian, an SUV, an Audi R8, a Gremlin, and several other cars Lenna didn't know the names of. The Audi reminded her of a certain transforming mutant she'd met earlier that year. It was a nice car, with a stunning silver paint job. Very jazzy. She almost decided on it. Then, she realized a fact that annoyed her slightly.
Lenna turned and looked at Michael curiously. "How exactly are we bringing our cycles with us if we take one of these to the party tomorrow night? Should we come back for the vehicle and leave our cycles here when we do, or..." She returned her focus to the library of vehicles. "Some of these are big enough... we could take one of the nicer big trucks, and carry the motorcycles in the back."
As Michael left for the kitchen, Lenna turned back to Eugene. A dangerous smile drew across her lips. She took a few slow steps towards him, and...
One minute later, Eugene was all words. Lenna called back to Michael from the living room. "He's talking. Get back here so I don't have to make him repeat things." She turned back to Eugene. He shrank under her stare.
Once Michael was back, Eugene began.
"She'll hurt me for this, I just know it..."
"Eugene," Lenna chided. "Who?"
"Cera Taupsiane," Eugene's voice wavered. He fretted with his hands. "Her and her friends..."
"So, she's someone who could fence it? She'd have the guts and the connections?" Eugene nodded. Lenna's eyes narrowed. "I'm going to need more information. She'll never know it was you. Give it to me." She smiled sweetly.
Eugene gave her everything he knew. Once he was finished, Lenna looked to Michael. "Anything else we need?" She asked. She sounded slightly pleased with herself.
Well, that was weird. Something with lights happened, and then, people started acting strange. Stranger than Americans usually act. Her eyes swung to Isabel, wandering off, then to the Amber girl and Kaitlyn.
"Hmm..." A large monstrous beast approached the two of them. Lenna crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. Another long 'hmmm' escaped her.
>> "So. I guess the guns are out then?"
Lenna's eyes hopped to Lori. "You think we need to get violent?" She asked. Well, it was getting a little Dawn of the Dead where they were. But these were average people, weren't they? Lenna snatched a croquet mallet from a nearby rich gentleman who'd suddenly found himself quite cross with everything around him. She looked around for something to bop. "If you say so... what do you think is going on?"
She parked her black Ninja near his bike. The onyx helmet moved from head to handlebars as Lenna put it away. Key pocketed, bike safely parked, she turned to Michael.
He gave her information. She committed it to memory. "Got it," Lenna replied. He held the door for her. She aimed a quick, needlessly-suspicious glance over her shoulder as she walked through the doorway. She wasn't used to people holding doors for her. "Thanks," She intoned.
Shoes clapped down the hallway and up the stairs. They reached Eugene's door. Lenna gestured for Ranger to do the talking. Eugene was his contact, after all.
Silence. Lenna said not a word. What was the proper decorum to discard in situations such as these, where men ahead of you in line get pood on by pigeons? Probably to avoid it. Her eyes drew up to the pigeons. She too was watching the birds. The man left, and Lenna stepped up to the cashier. She held up a finger. "One." Get her ticket, change, and went. Into the theater, after the man with the unfortunate stain on him.
Luckily, she met no pigeon resistance. She was good with pigeons, it seemed... if past experiences meant anything, very good.
Inside the theater, Lenna's first thought was to get a soda. She glanced to the long line and rethought her plans. Getting a soda could wait.
Lacy webbed white hot fingers of pain. Lenna felt... bad. Getting shocked with electricity was not good. Compounded with the headache of all the ciruits in the chip in her neck popping, every sensory detail related to the moment of contact with the Order leader was... lost.
Overwhelmed completely, her body couldn't handle it. As the lights in the bar flickered and dimmed, so too did Lenna's mind.
Suddenly, horribly quiet was a good description for Lenna's limp form on the floor, covered in soda pop and hard liquor. She was out.
The only consolation prize was the headache had stopped.
When she'd first met Bacchus, she'd thought he was a bit simple. Big and brutish, full of rage like some character straight out of Fight Club. She'd thought simple meant easily led, like a puppy. It seemed Bacchus wasn't like a dog, though. He didn't take orders. Lenna rolled her eyes.
Simple. Yeah. It definitely made sense with her current understanding of him. It was up to them to track the Ex-con down. At least the phone call had given them his current location. He was in his room... or so she thought. It seemed Isabel knew Bacchus a bit more than she did, so Lenna let her lead. Whatever worked. They'd get the matter sorted out sooner this way, rather than later. Isabel seemed a bit upset, too.
Gee, wonder why that is... Lenna thought sarcastically, following the woman without a dark chuckle or a word.
Isabel led the charge straight into the basement. Lenna stepped in after her, arms crossed. She took in the mess of the basement before she said anything else. "Why were you in Columbia?" She added pointedly, impatience in her voice.
Lenna entered the training area, towel over one shoulder, smile on her face.
"Henrietta," She said, stopping in front of the girl. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small can of pepper spray. With a light underhand throw, she tossed it Henrietta's way. "Catch."
There were bound to be some questions. Lenna beat the girl to the punch by answering them preemptively. "That's pepper spray. You use it by spraying it in the eyes of your attacker. It's a good self-defense tool, and if you'd had it back when I first met you, you probably wouldn't have needed my help dealing with those men. Do I need to outline the basic details about safety, proper usage, and carrying instructions, or are you good?"
"No idea," Lenna replied quickly, still smiling. "Alright, so first up. This," She reached into her pocket and pulled out a can of mace. "Is pepper spray. It's illegal for the most part, so don't go waving it around for everyone and the police to see if and when you're carrying it. It's made of the pepper derivative oleoresin capiscum, comes in aerosol cans, and it's non-lethal. You can use it to get away from people bigger than you. Just one spray in their faces ought to do it. It temporarily blinds them and it hurts like hell. Be careful, though. It works the same for you. If you use this, do not touch your eyes under any circumstances. Don't eat it, either. It isn't like the pepper you use on food. This isn't a toy. Got that, Kaitlyn? This stuff is good enough to scare away angry bears. It'll be good enough for you."
She held the tiny can up so Kaitlyn could see, but did not hand it to the girl yet. She wanted to make sure the girl knew just how potent the stuff was before she lobbed it her way.
((OOC: Cafas has been skipped, with his permission. For the moment, posting order is removed. Post if you can. I'd like to wrap this up soon.))
Kaitlyn had knocked them for a loop. Good girl. But she was a little disoriented, stumbling around. With a sigh, Lenna moved across the pavement to scoop Kaitlyn up in her arms. "Good work," She said coaxingly. "We'll take the rest from here."
She turned to the others.
"Gerrid of that ICE WALL," She shouted in her best grisly faux-voice. It wouldn't do if their escape was foiled by that idiot with the ice.
Turning, she carried Kaitlyn towards the ice barrier. Her aura would have no effect on its current status. She'd just have to settle for letting the others tear it down. She gave them plenty of room to do the job. Lenna stood ten feet away from it, eyes on the X-men. She didn't fight them. Her arms were full.
They'd have Hell to pay if they tried fighting her while she was carrying an injured 10-year old.
Focusing on Kaitlyn for a moment, the woman wrapped the cape around her like a blanket. Capes were one of those things that were difficult to wear, and got in the way more often than not. Hopefully making it a blanket would eliminate that problem.
Hopefully the others could tear down that wall ASAP, too...
Lenna stared. She stared some more. She stared hoping daggers would shoot from her eyes. This guy had a death wish, and... it was making her neck hurt.
Dammit. Her chip.
Lenna turned to Lori. "We need to get out of here. This guy... is making me want to start tearing things out. Maybe not stopping with hair."
Lenna rose, polishing off her drink in one go. She stood next to Lori impatiently, then started walking. She needed air. Her neck pulsed. That freaking chip. Every time she got mad.
She was a Halloween virgin. Never having had a real childhood, Lenna had never experienced the joys of October 31st as they were outlined for her tonight. She'd never put on a costume and acted for candy. For other things? Sure, but not for candy. It had been an odd proposition and an even odder situation for her to be involved in. When they'd asked, she'd been hesitant, maybe even a little confused. What would she do the whole night? Who would she dress up as? Why was candy so important? All these questions, she'd had answered for her by a variety of sources. In the end, she'd been given a costume she could respect. She'd read the book, but had not seen the movie. The costume was based on the movie. She didn't care. It was gorgeous.
And so, she'd gotten into the limousine that night wearing her femme Mad Hatter costume. The socks were mismatched, with a purple and white-striped sock on her left foot and a sky blue and navy blue-striped sock on her right. The shoes were more like boots, old and orange. She had on two colors of leggings under the socks. One was red (on the blue side), and the other was blue (on the purple side). The skirt was plaid, and probably the best part. She wore a red silk vest over a button-up white Gothic shirt, and a turquoise dress jacket made of crushed velvet. There was a thread-spool bandolier sash across her shoulder, and a massive bow tie on her neck. The sleeves ended in frills. She so rarely wore frills! It was almost a thrill. There were other minor touches, such as scarves in pockets, and collars (popped), but for the most part, the costume was simple. The final addition (the cherry on top) was the hat.
Lori offered her hand, and Lenna took it, stepping out of the car. She balanced that hat somehow, but had the urge to leave it behind. "Shooting, you say? Maybe I can use the guns on the hat... everybody move two spaces to the left closer to destruction?" She offered hopefully.
Isabel asked where to first, and Lenna again helpfully suggested "Guns?"
If the ride to the coffee cafe had been awkward, the ride back to the sanctuary was doubly so. Isabel had really quieted down. She didn't seem to want to speak to Lenna. It was slightly worrisome for the woman. She had hoped coming clean wouldn't affect their working relationship. That would reflect badly during her work for the order. People needed to respect and trust the people they were working under... at least, most of the time.
Once they'd reached the Sanctuary, the hunt began. Lenna looked to Isabel. "Where does he usually spend his time? I hardly know him... Maybe Lisa could just call him to the front desk and save us a search?"
((OOC: Now would be a good time for a Giant to make his appearance on the scene.))
