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.
>>"You know, my return might be for work or it could jus' be for sh*ts and giggles. I don't even know if Olney Industries will take me back..."
He paused. Strange place for a pause. Lenna swung her attention to Aura as the woman invited him to the sanctuary. Lenna nodded. "If you ever need help..." He knew where to turn...
The focus returned to her. Lenna arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "Sorry," She stated. "It isn't anything about you. It's my power. How it works... is it weakens mutant powers around me within a certain range. Bad luck. I can't turn it off." She shook her head. "I don't want to see how it affects a mutant like you. I keep my distance out of courtesy."
For a moment, Lenna wondered if Hunter had some strange measuring power. To figure her range in such a short amount of time took a certain skill many lacked. He had an eye for detail, this Hunter. It didn't faze her, how much he knew. He still thought she was a mutant, after all. She knew more than he did. Still... him figuring her range certainly took some cards from her hand.
"Reduce it... okay." Lenna said.
As far as she knew, it was a worthless endeavor. Lenna put up the act of concentration, all the same. She focused on the mental image, and imagined herself in a wheel of light. As she focused, the wheel spun, each bulb becoming a blur. In her mind, the wheel spun smaller and smaller, until it surrounded her, a hair's breadth from touching her and breaking against her sides.
Beyond the walls of her mind, however, nothing happened. Lenna focused. Nothing changed. Lenna would attempt mastery for as long as Hunter would have her. Whether it worked or not... seemed already set in stone. The range was fixed. It did not shrink. As far as Lenna knew, it did not grow.
Not unless her aura's strength did. It hadn't, yet.
I can offer up an Aurum or a Lenna, depending on what you're interested in. Aurum is a coffee barrista at the Full Circle Book store in New York, and Lenna's a book fanatic and movie buff who weakens mutant powers within a five foot radius around her.
Lenna hasn't met Juka. *Looks to Meld* Maybe we could team up for some Adapted/Bubbleboy hilarity with Kassi?
When she'd asked for a test, Lenna had had a specific plan in mind. Hunter suggested his own method. Basically, they accomplished the same effect. Lenna nodded at the suggestion.
"Alright." She stood, three feet away from him. "Pulling back... Let's see..."
She took a step away.
Another step. She looked at him expectantly. Nothing? Then a few more. She created a space of seven feet, between him and her. "Can you still feel it?" Lenna asked.
Usually, her range was 5 feet. Anything beyond that wouldn't likely be affected by her powers. She expected a 'no'.
Still, some mutants had ranges that cut into her aura. Their ranges would be weakned by simply touching it. He might have been one of those 'dangerous few'.
>> "You know how to do it? Over your weak arm, lower body supported by the strong arm."
Did she know how to pick people up, and flip them like rag dolls? Yes. Yes, she knew. "Got it," Lenna replied, leading the way. Over the weak arm, supporting the lower body with the strong arm? Check. Michael went up, and over, to land back on the dance floor as smoothly as could be.
She grinned at the blond. "Do I know how to do it? You want to try an over-the-back flip?" Just a basic self-defense move, modified, right?
She'd always gotten stuck as the lead dancer with the girls in training. Why should today be any different? Lenna laughed at her. "Very well. But you owe me a dance once we get your body back where you play lead." It was the least she could ask, and it was fair.
She got into place on Lori's body's left, then swung her head to watch him, and listened. Basic step, half-spin, and then... "Got it."
Lori's body reached out to grip her tricep. Lenna led The Ranger, starting out from step one. She followed with the half-spin, the spacing, and the hand-holding. Lather, rinse, repeat. The steps went well, for beginners. As Lenna danced and moved, she decided to take it up a notch. He had said 'spins and stunts', hadn't she? Lenna took Michael into a spin, whipping her out, then back, with slick footwork. Like a yoyo, she swung Michael out again for another spin.
"Ready to go flipsy?" She asked, on the return. A smug smile was plastered to her face.
>>" Sure no problem, Cheeseburger? simple enough. I'll be right back.
Lenna nodded. "Thanks."
Her focus drifted away from Tony as she sat waiting. Lenna's eyes swung to another mutant at a table nearby. He was 6'11", dark-skinned, and had a mohawk. He smiled at her.
An eyebrow arched. "And what can you do?" She commented on the weather.
"Night elf Mohawk," he grinned. She caught a glint of gold in his teeth.
Lenna smiled back. "Cool."
~*~
As Tony's turn came, Cornelius beamed a care-free smile his way. Cornelius was lanky, with dirty blond hair cut short, and a tray in his hand.
"Mhm," Lenna replied silently, with a slight bob of her head. She'd gotten something out of it. Realization. "I'm not sure how to explain it, though. It might not mean the same to you as it does to me..." She feigned uncertainty.
The meditation had been inconclusive. She wasn't certain she could describe what she'd realized to Hunter, but she was certain she didn't want to. "It was worthwhile, though. I think, maybe... we could test something?" Her tone rose in question. She looked at Hunter hopefully.
>> "Good, looks like you've either seen similar dances before or have done a few like this one."
"Old movies," Lenna replied proudly.
The classic ones always had the best song and dance. Swing dancing was one of the things she'd always been fascinated by. She'd never gotten a chance to try it with a real partner, though. Only other girls in the training camps... and they thought she was weird for wanting to practice strange American dances.
The Ranger demonstrated the dance, and Lenna paid close attention. There was leg-kicking, leg crossing, leaning, and arm movement.
>> "That little bit I'm doin' with my feet, that is the basic step that you do while spinnin' around with your partner."
Lenna nodded. "So, like this."
She started the dance, leaning to the right and snapping her fingers at Michael. Then, she started moving. Lenna almost glided across the dance floor past The Ranger, glancing over her shoulder, then doing the fancy footwork. She leaned forwards, kicking legs and swinging arms back and forth as she moved to the right, across the dance floor, then did the jig, turned into the spin, squared her arms, and did a pirouette. Lenna did a little jump, a little samba, and stomped down, hands held up in that same jazz-hands flair. It wasn't quite what Michael had shown her. She'd given it her own twist. Lenna smirked at him. She may just have done the Man's equivalent of the dance there just now.
An eye crept open. Lenna looked at Hunter. They'd been sitting and meditating for an awful long while, now, and he hadn't given her much more to go on than his own directing requests. She'd done that. Was there something else?
There she went, being slightly impatient again. But that was okay. Inquiring minds wanted to know, what next?
"Oh, excellent," Lenna replied. He'd found her station, and he'd transformed back into a bit machine man. That really was a fascinating trick. She idly wondered if his car form would work, even in her aura. She hoped so. Hopes only went so far, though.
Lenna glanced to Aura as she answered the vehicle-man's question, and chimed in with her own answer. "Nothing much. Just work. What about you?" She hadn't seen the big thing around. Then again, she hadn't been around New York much. Had he heard of the Sanctuary? How long had he been around?
"Just a bit more teaching..." Lenna replied. "You need to know how the gun is loaded, and all that good stuff."
She spent the next several minutes explaining everything else Alexandra needed to know: Gun loading procedure, parts of the cartridge, and the best way to carry. She left gun cleaning procedures for later. Every now and then, she'd stop and quiz Alexandra on all the things she'd taught her. Finally, when she thought Alexandra understood all the important details, Lenna decided they could move on to practicing.
Lenna ordered the computer to set up a simple shooting range with silhouette targets outlining the various points on the human body one could shoot. Lenna ordered up Alexandra a semi-automatic training pistol and earphones. She demonstrated a proper shooting stance, then asked Alexandra to try it herself.
In her previous life, she'd been like a fire, burning. Whatever she touched usually went up in flames. Her relationships, her business arrangements... her life. She had gambled, and she had killed. She'd held her own perfection and moral status above everyone elses.
She had talked big talk, speaking as if she knew the world. She'd spoken of enlightenment, of mythic cowboys. Of how people earned the death she brought. It was justified, she'd reasoned.
She'd thought she was free from it. Her acts didn't reflect back on her. She'd thought that... but as she sat there, focusing on herself, she slowly reazlized something... that was a lie.
She was a hypocrite.
No.
She'd been a hypocrite. Fighting for her own values, but with her morality for hire, she'd gunned, and she'd run. She'd punished killers for killing, but maybe... she'd enjoyed the act of punishing them a bit, herself.
Was there some sort of blood lust she had? Some sort of compulsion to kill? To bring about violence? Was she still that person?
Lenna's lips drew thin as she focused on that. Images of Romania came to mind. Gunfire... grinning... watching her own good work come undone by Slate's hand. She hadn't needed to kill, yet she'd done just that.
They had deserved it, the guards. That much was true.
She hadn't needed to bring it to them. She wasn't perfect.
She didn't always have to be right. Morally speaking, was there a true right or wrong? Was she the same person that did that, now? After all she'd been through working for him? Working for Slate?
Was she a product of her own making... or could she put that behind her? Was she that same person?
No.
She took another breath. She wasn't. She didn't have to be ruled by her emotions. Simple as that.
The realization might have been freeing to some. To others, it might have been limiting. Lenna didn't know where she fell. This wasn't a major catharsis. All she knew was that people changed. People changed... and people relapsed. Working for the Kabal while working for the Order, she walked a fine line between the two. Did it matter if she was a hypocrite? No. And did it matter if she was imperfect? She could make mistakes. Sure. All she had to do was control herself, and do the best she could do.
Square dancing, two-stepping, swing, waltz, and tango. My, but he had a selection. It reminded her of old movies. Lenna cracked a smile. "Impressive resume. One has to love the classics." She'd grown up with those golden oldies. They hearkened back to a simpler time. Friday nights with the soldier girls. Movie night. Michael busted moves straight out of the old swing dancing craze... or maybe, it was something new. Either way, it blew her mind.
Lenna laughed. For being in the wrong body, he could still dance.
"You want to try and teach me that?" Lenna asked. "Here, let me try... let's see... like this... and like this... like so," She mimicked the moves. It wasn't perfect. She stumbled here or there. She got the gist though, striking a pose at the end, with her hands held up jazz-hand style. "Hmm? Not entirely ungraceful." Or was the word disgraceful? Who cared?
