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.
"Gonna do a lil dance for us then, Stripper-boy?" She turned to Lori. "Look, he's already oiled up."
It was a shame. Now, she couldn't take him seriously. All she could do was objectify. Mr. Good-looking, soggy, ignorer-of-womenfolk, stripper Jones.
Lori told him to leave his boss at work. Lenna shook her head, eying him. She took a swig of her drink.
>> "He's not one of the Russians is he?"
"He isn't trying to get in bed with you, is he? I doubt he's with the Russians. He'd probably have better taste in alcohol, too. Can't well get drunk on that stuff." She pointed at his beer, and held up her glass. "Real men drink rum."
He wasn't a real man, therefore, he wasn't with the Russians. Her logic was without flaw.
"I dunno..." Lenna trailed mischievously. "No Texas accent, soggy? Doubt he even knows how to handle himself in a bar fight." Pretty faces were the ones that most-easily got dented. If not 'most easily', then 'most often' would have to do. Lenna hardly knew him, and she hardly knew Miss Riley, but if Lori or the other woman gave the word... well... he was no John Wayne, no Clint Eastwood. He wasn't pretty enough or charming enough not to get hit. If he asked for it, she'd just have to oblige. That is, if this 'Riley' did not beat her to it. If the woman was 'like her', then perhaps that was the area in which she excelled?
"Nope," She decided. "Not my type..." ...although he did know how to get himself in lots of trouble like other men who were her type. That did not count.
She tilted her glass and watched ice clink together. Lenna curiously observed the scene, watching to see whether he was the other woman's type, and whether or not she had more in common with her than simply good fashion sense.
Lenna followed Lori's gaze, sipping her rum and coke. It was a brunette sitting next to a hot guy. The hot guy looked just a tad wet. It didn't take a rocket surgeon to put two and two together. They were in a bar. Ladies had drinks. They often threw them at charming men who weren't as charming as they thought they were. This man had just gotten a free drink. He'd really lapped it up, too.
Lori introduced her to the woman who'd done the deed, and Lenna smiled politely. "Howdy."
A bit like her? What exactly did Lori mean? Was this woman also a mercenary? Did she also want to try Aurum? Or was it something else?
Lenna arched an eyebrow. "You're... saying there's someone to blame for them, then? From talk around the sanctuary, I got the impression nobody needed to apologize for anything. I guess I misinterpreted the drunken rantings of those men..." Lenna trailed ponderously. Was Isabel actually blushing over those? There was nothing to be ashamed of. She had a good figure. "Sorry for bringing that up," Lenna shrugged. "Anyways..."
She restated the important message of the day. No emotions were attached to the giant.
Isabel didn't seem to have any further questions for her, only for Bacchus. "Well then," Lenna looked at her intently. "After we finish our drinks, shall we track him down and force him to talk? I'm curious why he was in Columbia too."
>> "What the hell was Bane doing in Columbia with you?"
"That's a good question," Lenna replied in a tone far more even than Isabel's own. "Perhaps we should ask him? I really don't know."
He'd given her what she had assumed at the time was a cover story, while in Columbia at the same time as Slate. Foreigners such as Tarin and Lee were also in Columbia during that time. The fact he was a foreigner in Columbia during Slate's time there had certainly set off red flags with Lenna. She wasn't irresponsible enough to link the two hastily. If he had been working with Slate, confessing for him like so right now just wouldn't be fair to him. No, she'd have to let him do his explaining. If he wanted to make any bold professions or confessions, that was fine. It wasn't any of her business. Isabel certainly hadn't asked what she was doing in Columbia (yet).
Her follow-up was leading there, though.
Why was she working at the Sanctuary now, if it was just a fling?
"Hmph," Lenna bowed her head with a small chuckle. "You must really like him, if you're asking all these questions. Why am I at the Sanctuary? I work there. Mars introduced me to the place while I was working with a friend to track down your gender-swapped leader. I found out Bacchus was in prison during that. I decided he deserved a slap for getting caught and locked away. He can be a real idiot, you know?" She took a casual sip of her cappuccino. "After helping Lori and Mars out, I decided to return to the Sanctuary and set up the mission to do just that. I helped him break out. You did, too. Then, I spoke with Lori about working for her. I'm a mercenary, Isabel. That's why I was in Columbia. That's why I'm here, now. As for why I'm telling you this... I respect you. You held your own during the mission, and you seem strong-minded. I'm not sure about the bone bikini modeling or whatever... but what you do on your own is your own business. I won't pry."
She looked at Isabel seriously. "It was just a fling. I want to remind you of that. A one-night stand. I used him. He means nothing to me. He's a bit too simple. I didn't want you finding this out later, if and when he tries something stupid thanks to that stupid nature of his. Like I said, I respect you. I wanted to tell you myself, so you didn't have to hear it from anyone else."
"Any other questions?" Lenna held her cappuccino cupped between two hands.
'How long' was a very good question to ask. It was one Lenna had to think on for a second. She took a thoughtful sip of her drink, mulling it over. She thought... and thought... and thought... and did some more thinking. Some mental math ran through her brain.
How long ago had it been?
When had Slate forced his way into her life? When had Cortez owned her so completely that the only way to own him back had been to feed him to the Kabal leader? When...?
"Some time during Spring of last year?" Lenna shrugged. That actually wasn't too long ago, but it had felt like a lifetime. As for the where... "Columbia," Lenna stated. She didn't elaborate yet, but had a feeling she might have to soon.
Until then, she enjoyed her cappuccino. It was Very Good.
It was a Very Good cappuccino. This place made good drinks. Pity some people wasted them on the table.
>> "Alright then. Now we're here and settled in. What is it you want to talk to me about?"
Isabel said.
Lenna took a quick sip of her cappuccino, and threw Isabel the ball from out of left field. "I slept with Bacchus."
Isabel spat up coffee, out of pure shock, but Lenna kept on.
"It happened a long, long time ago, somewhere far away, and word gets around. I heard you two are close right now, and... I just didn't want you to get hurt, if you ever found out what had happened. There is absolutely nothing between him and I. He was a fling, simple as that."
Lenna looked at Isabel honestly, interested to see how she would react. With these things, a frank approach was often preferred.
Lenna didn't reply to Tarin. Shin was here, wasn't he? If she didn't think she could deal with the whiny idiot on the couch with her, she'd have wheeled him out the door and locked it behind him. That would have solved one problem, but it wouldn't have helped Tarin out in the long run.
She had entertained the thought, though. She respected Tarin and Lee enough not to do it.
"Don't mention it," Lenna replied. "Anything for a friend."
"Food is fine," Lenna shrugged, leaning back in the chair. She closed her eyes for a moment, just relaxing. The seats really were nice. All the other stuff didn't really matter for the moment. It was a nice day, in a nice car, and they were joyriding. That was good.
A minute later, she sat back up again, and pulled out her book. She glanced casually at the pages. "How does a mutant like you eat?" She asked conversationally. "Do you take oil or coffee?"
"It's a nice little coffee shop, not too far away. Just follow me." Lenna said, and led.
She was right. It didn't take them long to reach the location. One minor bus ride was all it took. Lenna sat patiently in the window seat, glancing out as the bus rattled along. They didn't talk. She let the intrigue build. Once they were at their stop, they got off.
The coffee shop was a small cafe with outdoor tables and an indoor bar area. By the windows, square tables were set up, allowing customers to abuse the wireless network while they drank their fill of java juice.
Lenna marched up to the bar and ordered one cappuccino. She looked expectantly to Isabel. "It's my treat."
"... Don't throw it out. I'll take it." Lenna eyed him. "Call it being a 'sponsor'." Call it free booze. She let go of Tarin's shirt, and turned away haughtily. "That's much better, though. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to overcoming it. I won't have anyone I know acting so weak they can't even come to grips with their own weakness. It's completely unmanly." She plopped down on the couch next to Shin, and rested her arms confidently behind her head, leaning back.
"You don't want to stop being a man, do you Tarin? It'd be a waste of a perfectly fine Texan accent. Can't have that. We can't have you giving up the ghost before you've wrangled up the cowpoke that stole your woman either, Haus." She closed her eyes. "You've done what you can. Now it's time you had help."
Nothing. No notable reactions, other than a nod. Well, okay then. She'd just get him coffee, then. They didn't have to discuss anything other than business.
Hmph.
Ranger asked her a question, and she looked at him. "The names they go by are Jordan and Aliyah. Aside from that," She shook her head. "We need to do some digging. Powers, appearance, contacts, I don't know. I called up you as soon as I got wind of what had gone down. Right now, it's just you and me searching them out. I haven't told the Boss. It's supposed to be a surprise. Anyways." With that, Lenna rose, pushing off the chair. "Black?"
She headed to the kitchen to prepare the Ranger's drink.
The bartender eyed the dimming with veiled worry, but kept his focus glued to the customers as best he could.
Damned lighting... He'd paid the electric bill... did the lamps need replacement bulbs already?
He set down his rag in a safe place, and nodded politely to the ladies. He may have even cracked the faintest manly bartender equivalent of a smile. Lori pulled Lenna close, and that said something to him. He didn't voice what it said.
They were both blonds. One had her hair cut short in some sort of style he didn't know the name of. He wanted to call it after some masculine name. Fred, George, Bob? It wasn't quite a Bob, though. He wasn't well-versed enough in hair literature to name anything beyond the confines of a bowl. The blond with short hair was cute. She wore a black long-sleeve over a white tank top, brown steel-toed boots, and dark-blue jeans.
"Gimme a Rum and Coke," the blond ordered. She turned to her friend. "One of these days, I've got to take you to a classier joint. You know, they make a rum cocktail with edible gold leaves?" She laughed. "Can you imagine? They call it an an Aurum. I want me an Aurum..." She trailed. "Sounds yummy."
Footsteps moved across carpet. A hand pulled back, slap rang out. Lenna stood in front of Tarin, glowering. She reached out, and grabbed him by the shirt collar. "You sound like you've given up," She sneered. In the back of her mind, there was an electric pulse. Yeah, this was pissing her off. "Put away the drink. Stop feeling sorry about yourself. Deal with it. Don't say drinking and feeling sorry for yourself is the only way you can."
Was she usually this rough? No. But she was getting rougher. First, with Nathan and his ditching of responsibilities, and now with Tarin, a guy she respected? Yeah, the men in her life needed to shape up and stop feeling sorry for themselves. She'd have to help.
"Charming..." Here she was, bringing Tarin and Lee a gift, and she had to deal with a whiny Asian dragon... AND Tarin was grumpy. Why was he so grumpy?
Meh.
Terrible host, he was. Would not party with again. She writ him off in her mental notepad.
The terrible host tried to explain away his terribleness... or at least, the presence of Shin. Same thing, really. Lenna gave a one-shoulder shrug. He asked her to move, and her neck started hurting. Annoyance pangs, oh how she hated them. They made her a grouch.
Damn chip.
Maybe, she'd sit closer to Shin? Snuggle the Asian to blind, scaly death?
No. She respected Tarin just enough to oblige. She found a seat out of Shin's way.
"Talk," she stated simply. If he had explanations, he should have explained.
