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.
Lenna waved off his flirtations with a modest laugh. "Oh, stop~" It wasn't bad, though, getting complimented. More men ought to try it (on her, mostly). Being the center of attention in a room? Not the worst thing. Unless you were trying to be discrete, of course, or to not leave an impression.
She wasn't.
"Your outfit is unique. Did you make it yourself?" She turned the complementing back on him with a bemused smile. "Very dashing."
She followed Juka over to the table, and had a seat, setting the purse by her leg under the table. She glanced out the window. It was a nice view.
Then, one of Juka's friends arrived, in similar clothing to that of the redheaded Japanese man. He seemed rather young, but the garish garb made it harder to judge age. He must have been the person Juka said he was setting up. Another woman might have said he was 'cute'.
Lenna smiled, and greeted him.
"I'm Molly," She said. "Beautiful outfit. It's like you're twins~" She clasped her hands joyously.
And laid it on, thick.
When she saw what the guy's supposed date was wearing, Lenna made a judgment call. She'd steal him. Juka could have Andrea. They were practically made for each other.
Lenna nodded to the not-so-green girl as she sat down with them. "Andrea."
A waiter approached them a moment later, and offered menus. He spent his spiel on various drinks and special offers, then made himself scarce. Lenna picked hers up, casually reaching out a foot to nudge Kai's leg surreptitiously under the table. Her eyes were locked on her unfolded menu as she played footsy with the poor thing.
"I think, maybe, the steak? Or maybe the Tortellini alla Panna?" She looked to Juka. "You've eaten here before. Any suggestions?"
Lenna agreed with her 110%. The man deserved everything he got. Talking about how skeezy the scumbag was, however, wouldn't accomplish a thing. Lenna changed the topic with a tilt of the head. Was Lori ready? They had to get Michael's body out of the club before it crashed.
Speak of the devil. He waltzed right in. That seemed to clarify Lori's position. She gave up the fight.
"The Sanctuary," Lenna answered her question. "Mars was worried. He's the reason we tracked you down. By the way, have you seen his brother? He seemed to think maybe, Abyss was with you..."
Cheap blue plastic dented at the faucet hit the side of a stall. Its target shuddered, slumped against the wall. His eyes were trembling. The guy who'd thrown the faucet was Scary, with a capital S, for 'screwball'. He was insane.
"Screw you, pal. I'm getting out of here!"
He brushed past Lenna as he rushed out the door, not even bothering to spare a second glance her way. Lenna turned her head to follow his exit, noting a nose ring, tired eyes, and a nervous gait that spelled out a bit more information than just being spooked. Her focus swung back to Michael's body. She laughed.
"I'm not leaving unless it's with you, pal. We've gone through too much work, and dealt with too many idiots to lose you now. Especially with you being so sloppy, Lori. I mean that guy, really?" She took a few more steps towards the brown-haired man by the sink. Lenna spoke slow, and pointedly, arms crossed. "I guess if it's any consolation, your body's probably frying him right now. Danger, Danger, high voltage..." She shook her head.
On days like today, lurking was the fashion. Nothing much to do, save sit around and watch some mutants play pool. Spying on the Order was always a treat.
Today, it was some flamer versus some blind swordsmen. The game was 61. A fun game, though Lenna'd never played it. Darts and poker were more her suit. Pool had all sorts of crazy mathematics to it. You had to know how to hit the ball, how to spin the ball, and how to sink the ball. Players played all sorts of angles. Lotta numbers. Lenna'd never taken much advanced math. Beyond the good ol' basics, it all confused her. She was lucky she'd never had to balance a check book.
Actually, luck had nothing to do with it. It was more, not paying taxes.
The game had been going swimmingly for everyone. Lenna'd kept back, out of range, up against the wall. Watched the game, real casual-like, arms crossed, attentive. Her money had been on the fire-top. Force of habit. She'd dated a guy with fire abilities, long ago. Old flame.
Blindfold-man had readied a shot. Flame-head had spoken to the little girl near the table, and then... things got murky.
Things got blowed up.
Lenna eyed the little girl with interest, eyebrow arched. Well, damn. Kid her size, that power? With the right influences, she could be useful. She pushed off away from the wall, and padded over to the girl called Kaitlyn. Lenna placed a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder.
"Hey." Lenna said. "Neat trick. That work on anything else?" She stood behind the girl, smiling. She done blowed up things good.
Next year was definitely later, Lenna noted. But "Only next year? If it were up to me, next century has more of a ring to it. Maybe next aeon?" The creep was going to regret his decision. That was a known fact.
>> "You put Rohypnol in my cup?"
The words were far too loud in the club. That he'd drugged him was now also a known fact.
The glass shattered. Danger went down. ManLori fled towards the bathrooms.
"I'll get her," Lenna muttered. "Do what you will to Mr. Dangerous."
With that, she started walking.
It didn't matter which bathroom she went into. Men's room, women's room, Lenna followed, all the same. She slipped casually and discretely through the crowd, stopped in front of the restrooms, glanced between choices, then entered the one ManLori had chosen as her own.
Poor, poor Michael, Lenna sighed to herself. To see a spectacle like that... his own body was being used against him. Such a bad situation... and men hitting on men? What was wrong with New York?! In the last few days, they'd gone from a woman in a man's body hitting on a women, to a man in a woman's body kissing a woman, all the way full circle to a man hitting on a man (who happened to be a woman). Would the man be displeased when he learned he was hitting on a woman? Was he sleazy enough not to care?
To reiterate a point, Poor Michael, for having to deal with all related thoughts.
>> "If this guy drops a roofie in Lori's drink he'll have done what we needed and we can take care of him outside."
"... Yeah. You want to zap him later?" Lenna added seriously, crossing her arms.
Lenna liked pasta. That was the only reason she'd agreed to go on this 'date'. The redheaded man hadn't actually said 'date' when he'd offered to buy her dinner, but it had heavily been implied. He'd said he 'wanted to get to know her better'. At first, she'd gently turned him down, saying she was busy, but he'd kept on, elaborating on how it was part of his master plan to bring about the eternal happiness of two of his best friends in the world!
Yeah. Lenna hadn't believed that. She'd accepted his offer after the begging, though. If there were other people there, it was less likely he'd try anything suspicious. If he did, there would be witnesses. She could handle herself, even if there weren't, but... the fact that there were made things far easier.
It wasn't like she'd gotten vibes from him that had given her the impression that he was that kind of guy. Far from it, in fact. He'd seemed genuinely friendly and interested in her. He was a nice guy with odd fashion tastes. Juka was sweet.
But this was New York, and she was paranoid. One could hardly trust anyone they met on the street. It wasn't anything personal, just a healthy suspicion.
She'd arrived at the place, a little before the suggested meeting time, dressed in slim-fit black jeans, a short-sleeved black t-shirt, and leather boots. She'd brought her black leather purse with her, an appetite, and her best can of pepper spray.
She waved at the strangely-dressed stranger Juka on her way in, donning a smile. This was going to be fun.
It was Thursday afternoon again. Everyone knew what that meant.
Judo class!
The secretarial army of Mondragon Labs was out in full force. Dressed in yoga pants, sweatpants, or tank tops, these women were judo masters to be reckoned with. Lenna knew. She'd experienced many tush plants, thanks to them.
Today would be like all the other sessions. She'd arrive early, wearing her own gray yoga pants and white tank, greet the nice judo monster ladies, nod to Slate, and train. She'd fall. That was the status quo. Today, however, she thought she'd shake up the schedule, and make conversation with the boss man. Take that, predictability.
"Mr. Swartz," She noted, approaching him, and dropping into a leg stretch. "We should talk."
"Awkward guy in a corner... hrm..." Lenna trailed as she looked around. She crossed her arms impatiently. The club was busy, and the corners were dark enough that it was difficult to see the faces of your company in the many booths. Her eyes passed over a slick-looking Asian in a red leather shirt and his gal pal, flicked past an overweight middle-aged man surrounded by three women far out of his league, and settled on the far corner of the bar.
In the far corner of the bar, there was a man. This man wore a white blazer, with perfectly coifed hair and a dangerous smile. Indeed, every detail of him was dangerous, from the fancy shoes to the slick pants to the rings on his finger. This man was rich. This man was dangerous. This man, from here on out would be referred to as Danger. This man named Danger... was socially awkward. That, too, was dangerous. Every now and then, his glances would stray, nervously, towards the glasses of others. They strayed on women, they strayed on men... and most notably, they locked on the glasses of men.
Danger's eyes locked on Ranger's body.
Lenna caught this, and choked. Danger grinned that dangerous smile, and got up from his seat to walk across the bar. Lenna jabbed Lori's body in the side, and pointed. "Danger," She muttered. "I think he want to do our job for us..."
And what a job he'd apparently do. He lost his shirt, somewhere along the way. Like a master magician, he'd never reveal the trick. It simply was, then it wasn't. Lenna slapped her forehead.
>> "Assuming she doesn't turn, I'll zap her and we carry her out."
"In a public place? That'll draw attention," Lenna replied. Michael was apparently not proficient when it came to abductions of dashing young men. That was probably a good thing, on an average day. Here and now, it wasn't so great. "Shame we didn't do something clever, you know? Like plan ahead? Knock him out with a well-placed rag or pill? Yeah." They could really use some roofies, right up in here. "Maybe we could get those from someone?" Lenna glanced around. "Don't they give those things out like candy?"
Lenna took another thoughtful sip of her cappuccino as he took the compliments like a man who took to nice things proudly. It actually was a nice dress, she noticed, though it might have looked a bit more in place on a woman. ... Unless the fabulous redhead was a woman? The jury was still out.
"What's the designer," She asked casually. "I don't know much about fashion, but it does look good."
>>"That's interesting gal, it must make your social life somewhat difficult at times though, right? You do a lot of work with mutants?"
"Occasionally." Lenna smiled, and nodded to Aura. "Though, usually I don't stick around mutants that closely. I like to let them do what they do. It's usually pretty cool."
She didn't elaborate further. This man wasn't Order. He didn't think their 'ideologies' mixed. Part of her wondered what sorts of ideologies a big silver car had. Going fast? Playing loud music? Getting lots of women to ride in him?
She quashed the question, and found a new one.
"So. Car form. Think we could go for a ride? I only weaken. I'm curious to see how that'd work on a car-man like you." She smiled an innocent smile. She was curious. Couldn't a girl be curious about how her powers interacted with other peoples' powers? What was the worst that could go wrong?
"Just to repeat that," the Goth barista behind the counter eyed the woman ahead of Lenna. "You want one small cup of coffee, black like your soul, a single glazed donut, and a receipt."
The middle-aged petit blond woman nodded. "Yes, thank you."
"Okay," The barista shrugged. She got the woman's order ready, rung her up, and moved on to the next, far-better-dressed, customer. Coffee-brown ankle-length skirts, jean jacket, black turtleneck sweater underneath? The woman had taste.
Lenna placed her order. One cappuccino. That was it.
As she slid into her table a minute and a half later, she spared a glance towards the other people in the coffee shop. There was a brownhaired woman, a man with a coarse beard, round face, and even-rounder glasses, and a... what did one even call that? Lenna smiled at it. She/he seemed friendly enough, spare the makeup and the long red hair. Look, the person was even smiling!
Lenna sipped her cappuccino, and didn't comment.
"Nice ribbons."
Okay. Maybe a little comment wouldn't hurt. Besides, they were a pretty shade of... black.
She'd given him one move, and... he'd raised her another. And raised her, over his 'her' back, and back onto the floor. She went with it, up and over. She landed safely on the other side. Lenna turned, and eyed the blond.
"Very good. I was going to flip you, but... that certainly worked." A smirk. Lenna glanced around the room as she moved into place for the next one... and caught sight of something of more pressing concern. "Your body, my 12-o-clock," She said. "Dancing can wait. Let's bag her/him."
As the hairdresser cut, Lenna relaxed, and caught up on her sleep.
Finally, she was done. Lenna opened her eyes. "Looks good," She replied. "Thanks."
It was short enough, the right color, and just what she wanted. The hairdresser had done an excellent job.
A good thing, too, because that whole coffee thing? It had given her a negative opinion of the place. Maybe, just maybe, she'd reassess the situation once she left.
They wrapped up the hair appointment, Lenna paid, and left.
