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.
From a mod perspective, it's far easier to make it a small thread than it is to make it site-wide. Site-wide plots work for extended things. For short plots concerning only a choice few characters, one thread, or threads, are better. It's easier to pool interest, and it's easier to accomplish the goal the thread set out to accomplish.
Since this would be for a single day, it wouldn't need to be site-wide. If it's in a single area, it wouldn't need to be all over the city.
If we're going with the idea of a mutant causing this, the mutant would need a believable range.
Good idea for the little sister plot, by the way. That's a neat take, too.
Oh boy. She'd dug herself a hole, hadn't she? Why should she be offended here? Why had she been? Was it really that he hadn't kept in touch?
He was right. The situation had been a strange one. He'd been a she for most of the time she'd known him. His body had also been a she, mentally. She'd flirted with his body, when it was occupied by the mind of another, and spent lots of time with his mind, when it was dealing with problems of its own. She'd kissed him, when he was a her, to stop police from tailing them, and the body she'd kissed was now, effectively, her boss. She worked for the body he had been in.
She respected the mind she'd dealt with, though.
Yeah, it was ridiculous, but she could separate the two. Mind and body, yeah yeah. He was skilled as he was, man, woman, or neither. It took a strong person to earn her respect. A strong mind, a strong will, and good skills. If it had been about the shell, she wouldn't have referred him to Slate once the whole thing had been over. She'd of referred Lori.
She knew exactly how that one would have turned out. Lori had killed Slate, after all. She was one to watch out for. She could also levitate a tank, to slow its fall. Lenna respected Lori, too. It was a whole other kind of respect.
She'd kind of hoped Michael could separate the awkward from the facts, and what he knew about her. Did he respect her, too?
And why was he trying to patch over it with excuses?
Lenna eyed him. "... Alright." She said slowly. "You're forgiven... Just don't let it happen again." She paused, and bowed her head with a small sigh. "It was pretty weird, though. Wasn't it? You, like that, Lori like that. You should know I respected your mind, not your body. I was able to separate the two. That's why you're here, not Lori. If what happened still bothers you..." She looked up at him again, with a hard glare. "Tough. That's how it happened. You can't just make that stuff up. It's in the past, anyways. We should focus on the here and now. So," Lenna looked away towards the cream window curtains, suddenly self-conscious. "Do you want coffee, or what?"
He was competent, made excellent points, and had a Texan accent. Was anyone even keeping track now? That was, like, the fourth reason she'd contacted him. He was good. He was even brave enough to correct her.
Lenna nodded, and agreed. "Excellent points. You obviously know more about this than I do. I haven't had much experience dealing with big art thieves, truth be told." Unless assassinations counted.
And that was the main reason she'd called him. What was the other reason? Oh yeah. She told him. And he told her.
Awkward?
"It shouldn't be awkward." Lenna said. Somehow, she felt a little offended.
"Hi, Kaitlyn." Lenna replied. "You ready to train hard today?" She asked with an understated grin, resting her hands on her hips. "Because I've planned this all out. You're going to like it. It isn't anything too hard, starting out. It'll give you a feel for fighting." She'd give her some practical moves, some practical disciplines, and... well, she wasn't a teacher. She hadn't thought that far. But! She knew it was going to be good, and Kaitlyn would learn something. Of that, she was confident.
She held up a teaching finger and continued, bravely. "Do you know how to use pepper spray?" First question. "Or where to kick people to get them to leave you alone? Where to punch, pinch, hurt? You'll learn that, and so much more today~ But first," Pause, open eyes, actually look at your student. "Have any questions for me?" Do the worst possible thing. Put yourself in a situation where you have to answer for stuff you just might not know.
"The Mona Lisa," Lenna replied casually. "I need your help tracking the thieves down and playing Robin Hood. Two new players to the thieving game stole it away from the Louvre. Now, they're somewhere in New York. Their original plan was to sell it under the table, then they found out... product like that is hard to sell. Fresh from the gallery, it'd be a red flag. I figure they're setting up a safehouse for it with their contacts. They want to drop it like it's hot. We won't let them."
"That's the main reason I called you here today," Lenna restated. She paused, then frowned. "The bonus reason? You never call. What's up with that?" Not even a letter. How lame.
"Nothing much," Lenna replied. "I've gotten by. Probably read every book in the New York public library. Did a few missions. Speaking of," she smiled. "That's why I called you here today." Not that social calls weren't great. "There's something I'd like your help with. Someone took something, and I want to get It back." She paused. "Not quite back, actually. I want to get It. A gift for the boss. You might have heard of the It."
She paused to let him catch up, and ask any questions he needed to ask.
The door opened inwards, revealing Lenna in blue jeans and a black long-sleeved turtleneck. "Michael," She nodded. "Come on in." Lenna stepped out of the way, giving him room to enter. Once he was in, she closed the door.
He looked to be in good shape, same as the last time she'd seen him. No notable scars stood out. "Taking care of yourself, I see," She made smalltalk, leading him down the entry hall, to the living room area. She sat down on one of the chairs, facing a coffee table and the couch. "How've you been?"
It was a simple plan. She, and a friend, would track down the sneak-thieves, get back what should have been their own property a long time ago, and bring it home. Not to its old home, mind you, but to its new home, and its new owner.
There was one snag, though; Lenna needed an accomplice.
There weren't many people the woman trusted with the mission. Most of her acquaintances at the moment happened to work for the wrong team. Her Kabal affiliates (for the most part) lacked the necessary tracking skills, tactical knowledge, and presence of mind to help her. The one man she wanted for the job, she had not seen in ages. She'd change that.
It took a bit of time to contact him. The wait had been worth it. She'd finally tracked the man down. She'd called him up, told him she wanted to see him, gave her the address (though, he knew it already), and set the date. She'd invited him to her apartment.
The situation, she'd brief him on once he arrived.
How old was the girl now? Nine? Ten? Lenna considered. Not old enough for live rounds, not old enough to learn to kill. Lori would have her neck if she taught Kaitlyn anything grisly. That narrowed down the options. Lenna reasoned, she could teach Kaitlyn self-defense. She could teach Kaitlyn how to escape from bad men. Gun safety could come later.
With that decision settled, she had no trouble setting up the lesson plan.
Two days later, the lesson was set. Kaitlyn had been contacted, told to dress for exercise. Lenna had told her they were going to do some training. She'd cleared the plan with Lori. She'd dressed for it herself, in a white tank top and yoga pants. She'd arrived on time.
Now, all she had to do was wait for Kaitlyn. It was nearly time for the class.
It was long overdue. She'd told Henrietta she'd train her to fight, yet it still hadn't happened. With all the time she had to do something so simple, nope, she hadn't managed it. Not even a little training had occurred. It seemed she had a problem with procrastination.
No matter, though. Lenna had finally gotten around to it. She'd called up Henrietta and arranged a date. They'd be training in the Mondragon labs training area today. She'd made arrangements for the facilities and everything.
Her lesson plan was simple. She'd do what she did for Kaitlyn. She'd teach Henrietta to kick people in the shins and run. Basic combat training was the plan of the day. She'd teach Henrietta to use her brains to escape dangerous situations, rather than her fists. Fists could only dent so much. A strong mind could move mountains.
Lenna stood in the doorway, eying him. He didn't seem pleased to see her. Tarin seemed the exact antithesis of pleased, in fact. He looked like someone had kicked his puppy. For a second, she almost turned around. Maybe he didn't need the bottle of wine. Maybe she'd keep it all to herself, even though she had more than enough. He might not have needed her 'extra'. She'd just wanted to be a nice neighbor, and share it with Tarin and Lee. They were nice people, after all. She'd never really met a perfect couple before. Those things actually existed outside of movies? It was a stunning revelation.
The fact he invited her in changed her mind. Lenna shrugged it off, slipping into the apartment.
"Are you alright, Tarin? You look like you've seen a ghost..." He didn't. The man obviously didn't look spooked. She thought it was funny, though, and what amused Lenna got said, regardless of whether it made sense or not.
She set the wine bottle down on the coffee table, then paused. Her eyes rose to focus on the pink elephant in the room. In his big white coat, he certainly stood out. Lenna eyed him.
She didn't know what it was about movies that got her. Maybe it was the escape? Movies painted stories up on the silver screen; there was something magical about it. Maybe it was the way actors were, or the way thing seemed simpler, yet sometimes, so complicated. Maybe it was the mythic characters that won her over? Characters like Shane, Rick Blaine, and J.J. Gittes stood out alongside Harry Callahan. Maybe it was that?
Who knew? Whatever it was, Lenna liked it. She liked movies. She'd read about the Irish film festival in the paper, and decided to go. It was as simple as that.
Judging from the way the crowd was lined up, she figured she was in for a good show.
