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.
"Mmm," Lenna nodded understandingly. "Sometimes, it does. Getting beyond it, though. That's the tough part. Rage can be a crutch. You need to learn to walk on your own."
She bent over, pulled a tall beer can from bag, and under-hand tossed it Kaitlyn's way. "Catch. This time, try not to focus on the anger? And tell me, do you have to hold it to make it go pop? Or could we try Target Practice...?"
There was something slightly wistful about the way she said those last two words.
He wanted to play up the vagueness of what he was doing, but that wouldn't fly. She wanted to know. She turned a cold shoulder to him, eying him with a sideways look.
"Another straw on a camel's back, huh? So, one step on your way to some bigger goal? You must do this often, to refer to him like that. Cold, uncaring? You did that because you wanted to mess with him? Ruin him?"
What she was getting from him there wasn't obscured by static. It was stark and clear, even if he was trying to be vague. You don't just plant a gun on someone because you think it'll be a laugh.
Unless he was a sadist? Or a sociopath. But hey, if he suggested it, then why not both?
Lenna smiled a dark smile. "Being a mutant and being a sociopath aren't always mutually exclusive. And the way you talk, your attitude comes off clear as day."
"Oh yeah? You play dumb often, too? You aren't very good at that. But that isn't why I'm here." Lenna said with a small smile. "You see, I'm a bit like a talent scout. I find talented mutants, and scout them out. Hire them out for nice jobs with good pay. It's on the level, too. Scout's honor." She held up a bold thumb with a smirk. Then, she tilted her head, tapping her cheek with her index finger as she talked. She spoke slow, putting extra emphasis on each word.
"Now, what you were doing back there, I'm not entirely certain. You were staring at the sky, and when I got too close, your power wouldn't work quite right, I'm guessing. I might be wrong, but eh. I'll test my luck. Not the worst odds. When I got further away from you, you got back to business and finished the job. You left, and then... well, on the street back there, it looked to me like you planted the weapon. You were certainly quick to notice it, the second after it wound up on the poor man's person. Nice work, there. So, tell me. Morbid curiosity demands I ask, what's up with that?"
He turned his back to her, and left the alley. Lenna followed him with her eyes, casually flicking off a bit of ash. Whatever he was up to, she could see it from where she was standing, by the end of the alley.
Curious. The one glove look wasn't a good one. He didn't pull it off, so why was he wearing that?
The whole scene went down quick, and hard. She couldn't see the microwaves burning the foot of the man's target, nor did she know his ultimate aim. Two men, each doing separate acts, didn't usually draw one to any wild conclusions. They were unrelated events, happening simultaneously, like a good drop-off. Both people played their parts perfectly. Nobody made any mistakes. None were the wiser.
One man lifted his foot to inspect it, like he'd stepped in gum, had a pebble in his shoe... whatever.
The man from the alley came up on him, and did surreptitiously slid something into the man's bag.
Since Lenna was watching with a trained eye, she didn't miss it. The shouting the man did afterwards made things all-too-obvious. Lenna would have rolled her eyes, but she was moving already, out of the alley. The cigarette butt tumbled, end over end, into the trash can.
Really? Planting a gun on a person in broad daylight? What's this guy up to? Just ruining someone's life? What's there to gain?
Chaos, one could say. That was an obvious. People were reacting to the gun in full force. A woman screamed. A baby cried (he'd already been crying). A fat man licked his ice cream cone just a bit too hard, and the ball of delight splattered on pavement.
But what else? What was there to possibly gain? She'd have to ask him... once she finished tailing him.
Lenna didn't pay much attention to the insanity. Her eyes were still trained on the man from before as she walked. He wouldn't escape. He slipped into another alley, and she stepped in just afterwards.
She slid up against the wall again, tapping her foot, arms crossed. She eyed him impatiently. "You do that sort of thing often?" She asked. "What's your game?"
Lenna was not so weak she couldn't control herself. Lori obviously didn't understand the kind of iron will the woman she was dealing with had. Lenna wouldn't give in, nor would she give up. They were going to figure out how to undo the swap. She'd promised, and she didn't back out on promises. She didn't renege on agreements. Michael and her had gotten this far. Nobody had cracked skulls, broken fingers, or disturbing tattoos yet. They could keep it that way.
They could move on.
Lenna crossed her arms, and arched an eyebrow at Michael's body. "If all else fails, we can always find that Full-Null adapted Mars mentioned. Do you know where he is? Maybe, he could undo whatever it is someone did." She hadn't told ManLori what she knew yet. Obviously, there were options here, beyond giving in and rolling over... or bending over, and wiggling one's buttocks, as seemed Lori's usual custom.
>> "Are you not getting this whole get up? The smile and slime and talking to worms in his head thing... I dunno. Maybe the whole package is just too match-y match-y. Maybe you're right."
Lenna laughed, arching an eyebrow. "Right."
But on a more serious note, what was the mission again? She smiled, and let Lori fill the slimy new guy in... with vagueness. Could she vague that up for her?
"Oh yeah," Lenna nodded knowingly. "With the people? Doing the thing?" Meld hadn't rubbed off on her. No, adapteds rubbing Meld would have been a painful process for the both of them. Because after Lenna was done, Meld would probably stab her, friendliness between them, or not. "I gotcha." The project. It was super-important. Super.
Lori explained it all so much clearer to Worms after the lovely bit of evasion they'd done.
And second-in-command? She hadn't been expecting to rise up to that rank so quickly. Nice. Until she could find a suitable replacement, though. Ah well. At least she'd gained Lori's trust enough for that level, even if it'd been temporary.
Did she know them? She'd seen one of them die... and the other one, naked. Yeah. Lenna knew Tarin and Lee. Even though she really didn't know them much at all.
Lenna nodded slightly. "Mhm." Had they seen her, though? That was the question of the day. "One of them controls spirits... and fuses with unicorns... which Slate rides... and the other one... dunno. Keep close," She added, smiling at Sveta. She probably hadn't needed to remind her. The girl was good about sticking near. Lenna couldn't help but remind her, though. There was no need for the poor Russian girl to fuse with Tarin accidentally, and become some sort of magical beast.
>>"Lenna!"
The guy called 'Tarin' called out. Yup, they'd seen her. Lenna gave a slight wave. "They're good people," she said quietly to Sveta, then louder. "Hey!" to Tarin and Lee.
>> "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Lee asked. "Taking Sveta here to see fireworks," Lenna replied. "Trust you're out doing the same? It's been a while."
From the way Lori was acting, it was hard to tell she wasn't a baby. Whining as she was, and moaning, groaning, complaining? Smiling pervertedly? Okay. Maybe that one wasn't as 'baby' as it could have been. Sheesh. Roofies really brought out the worst in people.
Lenna didn't say a word, though. Telling a baby they were acting like a baby accomplished nothing. Instead, she balled up the wet towel, and dumped it into the laundry bin by the door.
Luckily for Lenna, she entirely missed that wrist flick. She wouldn't have been able to take Michael's body seriously anymore if she'd seen it.
A bloody Mary? No way she'd get that. Coffee and lots of water, that's what she needed. And spare pants. Wet pants just didn't look good on a man. Neither did wet dog and carpet smell.
Lori asked what they wanted, the Ranger said her part, and Lenna added hers.
"I want this body swap undone. Once you're sober enough to live, we can plan our next move. Until then... let's keep this simple. Clothes and recovery."
Lenna almost looked disappointed... disappointed in Lori for being so careless, of course. If she was showering in her dry clothes, then... they'd be wet. They'd need new clothes for Ranger's body... and someone would have to get those.
Lenna pondered this as she stepped into the bathroom, cut the water, and swept any spillage up with a dry towel.
"Are you able to walk?" She asked in an exasperated tone. "Or do I need to carry you back to bed?"
A glance back to Michael. "We'll need to get her some clean him-clothes to wear, once we dry her off."
He hadn't done anything yet, but Lenna suspected he would. A guy standing that still for that long, staring at the sky in some secluded alleyway? It was shifty. He had to be up to something. She was a betting gal, and she'd bet on that. What it was, she didn't know yet, but in this situation, if she wanted to find out, the best course of action... was inaction.
Lenna didn't move from her spot. She stood silently, and waited, smoking her cigarette and staring at the sky.
If nothing else, this whole thing had taken her mind off stupid American teenage girls.
"Nope," Lenna said succinctly. "I'm out of range." Her brows narrowed curiously. "Do you... do you need anger to activate your mutation? Or danger proximity? Should I throw something at you? Scout's honor, I won't aim to hurt." She held up crossed fingers.
The girl really didn't have much control over her power, did she? Well, that was what friends were for! And what irony, a mutant being taught power controls by a human. It certainly wasn't lost on the Adapted.
Lenna smiled at Kaitlyn, and said emphatically "Try again."
Lenna smiled right back, and shook her head jokingly. "I dunno, Lori. I think he's a little too crunchy to be cute..." And slimy. And fried? And... putting her off her doughnut. Lenna let the pastry sit, while coffee took center stage. He couldn't put her off coffee, could he?
He asked her a question, and Lenna swung that smile over to Lori. "Boss?"
>>"Well if we're having a spin let's take advantage of the tarmac, yeah?"
"Sounds fine," Lenna replied with a smile.
Lenna followed, but she gave him plenty of room. She certainly didn't want any messy situations. "Nope," She shook her head. "We don't want any of those. I'll keep back when you transform. Let me know when you're ready."
She cradled her book under her arm as she walked. Today's visit to the park was certainly shaping up into something interesting.
>>"No, just thinking. Which was hard enough without your smoke filling the air."
Oh, he was rude. If he had a problem with her smoking, he could always leave, couldn't he? It wasn't as if the place had a 'no smoking' sign to tap. There weren't any regulations.
There was something strange about him... earlier, when he'd been focused, the alley had been a bit bogged by the sound of radio static. A dull, low crackle of snow. But now, while he was speaking, there seemed to be less of it.
Whatever it was, it wasn't yet apparent whether it was coincidence or connected.
He asked her about her day. Lenna let out a puff of smoke, and shrugged.
"Eh." Nothing worth talking about. A shrug, and a few steps away would suffice. "I'll leave you to your 'thinking'. Don't think too hard, now. You'll hurt yourself." She leaned up against a wall, a couple body lengths up the alley, taking him out of her range. Her eyes drifted curiously back to the man as he focused on whatever it was he was doing.
"Hopefully, enough," Lenna said, smiling darkly. "And they never learn. They always make the same mistake," She turned, and walked out the door, voice carrying over her shoulder. "They mess with the wrong people."
The two made their way back to the candy van. Mercury was done playing, it seemed. He was waiting for them in the front seat. Lenna sat down in the driver's seat, and waited.
"Hopefully, Bane and Isabel don't make us wait too long..."
