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.
When The Ranger's body's face appeared briefly in the doorway, Lenna set her beer bottle down on the floor.
>>"I guess shes up...."
"Yeah..."
CRASH
Lenna sighed, and held her forehead. Even drugged, Lori was a nuisance. The Ranger was on his her-feet, so Lenna got up too. She supposed they should go check on him-her,together... especially if water was involved. They didn't want Lori's body getting zapped by lousy planning. Lenna left her beer where it lay, hoping idly no Order Toddlers scampered by to steal it. She entered the bathroom after Lori's body.
Lenna stood behind The Ranger, waiting for an answer. "Make sure you steer clear of the water," She added silently. "When we get in there, I'll take point to shut it off."
"You want to get them?" Lenna asked him. "Just a simple beer ought to be enough. Nothing too strong."
He was right. One of them needed to stay around and keep watch. Staying sober was also a thing one of them ought to do. She'd said he needed a drink, and that stayed true. If anyone was to be designated 'sober', it ought to be her. A single beer wouldn't make her hazy. She could handle one drink. Michael... probably needed more than one, but she'd leave that decision to him.
He could choose when he went and got them, and hey. Even the act of going to get something might help clear his feminine head.
"I'm not going to tell you how," Lenna replied, looking him in the eye. She spoke with a hint of disbelief, like she couldn't believe he was taking it this way. "You have an imagination. It doesn't take much to make it worse. You slept with a woman, though. At least, your body did. And you slept with yourself. That isn't the world's worst thing. If we had to break this down philosophically, you saw yourself through the eyes of another... in a very narcissistic way, as you said. Sex isn't some huge thing. You got off lucky. Lori didn't kill you, or get your body killed. Don't try and play 'wounded puppy' about sleeping with someone. I won't forgive you."
She took a swig of her water bottle, and sighed to herself. "We need a drink. You, especially. Something to take your mind off what's happened. What we need to do now is focus on what we're going to do."
Lenna gave a one-shouldered shrug. Eh. Wasn't important. The next thing he said was more important, by far. He... had been a virgin. Now, it was Lenna's turn to arch an eyebrow. "Really?" Lenna squinted at him. She was usually pretty good at calling a lie or a bluff. This... this didn't seem like something one would lie about. A man would usually lie about lying around. So, he'd been a virgin? With how he presented himself?
Wow.
Her hand rested on Michael's shoulder as she leaned forward to pat her. "There, there." She said in her most consoling tone. She shook her head. "It could have been worse..."
"Geez," Lenna frowned, crossing her arms. "No wonder you were messed up..." She paused. That... hadn't come out right. Lenna shook her head. "I mean, these things happen... I guess? Er... It wasn't your fault? Lori's body just reacted, and... hey, you can't blame it for reacting to something good-looking." Had she just called him good-looking? She was really bad at this 'making people feel better' thing, wasn't she? "What's that philosophical idea, again?" She was grasping at straws. Didn't Existentialism have something about experiencing life through the eyes of another, through the Other? Where when you looked on someone, then saw how they saw you...? That wasn't a good example. Dang.
It seemed that was enough of a promise to get her to follow. Lenna took them out of the rec room, on a roundabout path to the training room she'd discovered on-site. She'd asked around. It seemed like this place had a similar setup to the one used by every other faction. Fancy room, cool toys.
They swung by the cafeteria on the way to the training area, and talked some practice materials out of Cornelius. She left the cafeteria, a couple trash bags full of soda cans in-hand.
A few minutes later, they stopped in the room. Lenna looked around. The room was decent-sized, but...
Smaller than Slate's...
Lenna dropped the bags onto the floor with a clang. She reached in, and picked one up, setting it ahead of Kaitlyn a short ways away. Lenna stepped out of range, to stand behind the young lady.
"You can try that. Oh yeah. Something to note. My mutant power weakens other mutant powers, so any control issues you had earlier could probably be attributed to that. Anyways, give it your best shot. You'll probably do better this time, with me out of the way."
She flicked a butt. The cigarette flipped, end over end towards the cement. A booted foot ground down on it. Lenna finally noticed the guy in the alley with her, as she tapped out another stick. He looked like a space case, eyes to the skies, with a frown, like something about those clouds stunk.
It was New York, though. Something about the clouds did.
Lenna lit up another, and smoked it, silently regarding him. She watched surreptitiously, acting like her focus was still on the act of smoking. She only spared glances his way when she let out smoke, or tapped off ash. After a few minutes of 'sky-guy viewing', Lenna decided she'd had enough.
Curiosity got the best of her.
"The sky do something to you?" She addressed open air. "You've been staring at it for the past few minutes like it did something bad to your family, and you want revenge."
As Michael responded to her questions, he seemed a bit... off. Her voice was slightly hesitant, like something was making him uncomfortable. Lenna wondered what.
She merely nodded at his suggestion. They'd have to check with Lori. That was the first step. They'd compare stories, and figure out what each side had in common, outside of a big fat battle. She was as curious as either of them as to what caused the changes of heart, mind, and body. It had to be something mutation-related... didn't it? She wasn't sure if human science could bring about this level of nonsense.
The Ranger's elusive answer to her request for clarification made Lenna raise an eyebrow. From her body language, it was probably pretty embarrassing, whatever that 'impossible narcissism' was. Narcissism was defined as 'self-love', wasn't it...? Wait...
"You didn't?" Lenna said with a nervous laugh. Her voice oozed disbelief. He couldn't have? She couldn't have? Them? Together? Lenna searched Lori's body's face. "... Did you?"
"Mutant Brawl?" Lenna eyed him with a hint of confusion and a hint of disbelief. "Not sure what you're talking about... I only came into the city within the last few months. No idea what's going on on the streets... If it was a big fight, though, it's doubtful you and her'd be the only ones affected, don't you think?" She shook her head. "That many people, you'd be bound to attract attention if you just started shooting people up with some sort of power-swapping drug or mutant power... what was the timeframe for that 'muffin' thing, again? Drugged food would be a heck of a lot easier to conceal than attacks during a brawl."
Lenna paused, then arched an eyebrow at the blond. "And what do you mean 'out of hand'?"
"I think I'm on the fence here, Delilah," A bleached blond teenager drawled as the bus bumped along. She fidgeted with her cellphone as she spoke, eyes flicking up to her short-haired brunette girlfriend. They were both dressed preppy, but their make-up had Goth undertones.
"Pick a side," Her friend smirked at her. "Eddy, or Jakob."
"I dunno," She gave a one-shouldered shrug. "They're both dreamy. Honestly, I dun get it. Why can't I have both?"
Her friend sucked in a hiss of air, and dismissed the question with a laugh. "You're terrible! You can't have two boyfriends!"
"Not even if they don't mind it? I think Jakob..."
"No way! Eddy'd never approve of that. He's just too..."
Lenna stared out the window, tuning the drone of conversation out. She didn't understand teenage girls these days. They were juggling multiple boyfriends now? Really? ... Though, she'd never had a real boyfriend. What did she know? Maybe they weren't all as possessive and fearsome as the Johnathon of her past? Or maybe...
"But Edward's immortal! He'd be with you forever, and just as hot!" The brunette enthused.
Lenna's mental gears ground to a halt. She stared at the two teenagers. Immortal?
"Yeah, but werewolves!" The blond retorted.
Werewolves....?!
Lenna slapped her face and sighed. Were they talking about fictional characters now, or was the blond two-timing an immortal and a werewolf? She didn't even want to think about what that would entail. Her hand moved up to pull the line, and signal the driver the next block was her stop. Yeah, she had to get off the bus. These girls... she didn't want to deal with dumb people anymore.
Stupid teenage girls...
The bus stopped, and Lenna got off. Her left hand slipped into the pocket of her leather jacket for a packet of cigarettes, and her right played with the lighter, flicking the cap up and down. She slipped into an alley, and leaned up against the brick wall, without sparing a glance towards the alley's other occupants. She didn't notice the man standing 4 feet away from her, focused on some heavy task, no. Her focus was on losing focus. Lenna lit up the end of her cancer stick, and took a drag. She let out a breath of smoke and annoyance, let the foul mix hover in front of her in the air of the alley.
Lenna watched the demonstration, still smiling. The girl's power cracked the ball. In her presence, too. That was pretty powerful. She thought she was better with it when it was on accident, though? Lenna shook her head. "You did great. I think you could do it even better with practice. Have you considered practicing?"
She looked at the girl expectantly. "Because I could help you practice?"
When they got out of the crowded area, she could explain her 'power' better. Until then... all she could do was lead the girl along.
"Well then, let's grab our coats." Lenna agreed. A walk was good. Fireworks, good. The best location would be some place within walking distance, with a smaller crowd. Lenna went through the various possible locations as they got ready to leave.
A few minutes later, Lenna walked out the door with Svetlana. She wore a light denim jacket over her black shirt and slim blue jeans. She locked up her apartment on their way out. They rode the elevator to street level, then started strolling.
It was a nice walk. The crowds weren't too thick around the apartment building that day. Most were out partying for the 4th of July, celebrating their independence with a thorough dependence on fireworks and beer. Lenna and Svetlana made their way to the little park Lenna knew about, walking in silence, or making smalltalk.
Finally, they reached it.
Lenna and Sveta slipped past Tarin and Lee on their walk. Lenna didn't even notice them, until a minute later, and several paces away. She glanced over her shoulder and stared at their backs. "Hmm..."
The Sanctuary residents were really nice. Ask one dashing young mutant man to get you your dinner, and with the appropriate smile, the right wink, and they'd oblige. Today's target had been a black mutant in gold jewelry with a mohawk. She'd met him before, and he was nice. He'd brought her coffee and a jelly doughnut. It hadn't quite been what she'd wanted, but... oh well~
"Thank you, Trevar." She smiled, waving the doughnut in a napkin at him. He waved off her thanks with a discrete smile. Taking a bite of the baked good, she turned away from him, just in time to catch sight of Lori pat a man on the head, and see him tumble. It looked like he'd gotten a shock out of that. Lenna smiled, and walked her meal over to the table. She slid in next to Lori with a small nod.
"So, who's your friend?" She asked, taking a casual sip of coffee. She knew, of course, that she was to meet Lori and a new recruit for some reason. She didn't know his name yet. Lenna focused on her doughnut while someone answered.
Her eyes drifted to Lori's tray. Jelly... Someone had made a mess.
Lenna swung around the corner of the doorway to pop her head back into the guest room of her apartment. The bed was made, clean and tidy with cream sheets. A woman sat on the bed reading a magazine. Lenna smiled at the Russian. "Need anything?" She asked her. "If there's anything I can get you...?" She trailed.
She was a babysitter today. Her job was to keep the girl happy and safe, at Sebastian's request.
Sebastian had introduced her to this woman, Svetlana. Her nickname was 'Muse'. Apparently, her power had to do with inspiration. The unicorn-man had explained to her a little something about the woman's power, and of how important it was to keep that inspiration bottled, but Lenna wasn't sure she could contain every last bit of it. Even with her aura in effect, the 'area of effect' power still had her buzzed (hence the smiling). It was the Fourth of July, and the city was bouncing with activity. That didn't help calm the ebullient bubbling that was affecting her like a shot of caffeine.
It was getting close to night, now. There'd be fireworks on the television soon (not that Lenna had cable). They'd spent the day watching old cowboy movies, and classics with Humphrey Bogart. She didn't want to admit it, but she was getting a little stir-crazy. Lenna wanted to get out. So, she tried for obvious. "Anything at all? Anywhere you'd like to go...? Maybe fireworks...?"
