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.
"Haha..." Lenna arched an eyebrow at him. "I think it's less 'thoughts', more what you have a hunger for. I don't think he could wiggle his nose and make an attractive woman appear from thin air." That'd be a strange power. Very strange. "A sandwich sounds far better to me." Lenna smirked.
>>" Well i don't know! ....Anyways sure im hungry. Lets get him to think up food for us."
Tony decided.
And... led the way. Lenna paused, and hung back. "Can you order me something? A hamburger? Cheeseburger? My power is... not so lucky, when it comes to interacting with Cornelius's." No food. Bad luck.
>>"I prefer partner dancin', but if this is all just bouncin' around and gyratin' to the beat I can handle it."
"Gyratin'?" Her laugh was muffled by deep synth music. She moved to the music, shaking her head at him. "I don't think there'll be any of that. Not my kind of dance. I prefer the more relaxed," her arms moved, and she took a step closer, then turned her back to the Ranger. Lenna shimmied down, puling a wipeout sink. "Dance."
"Or maybe more formal. So," She looked over her shoulder, at Michael. "Partner dancin' like square dancin', or partner dancin' like ballroom stuff?"
If the club were green, it would have been hopping like a frog. The club was blue, though. Blue was too cool to hop. Blue chilled, and flowed, like churning eddies of water. People were swept up in the music, and lost to the undertow of emotion. People floated by the kidney-bean-shaped counter, and had personal conversation in the closeness of the rounded booths. The sleek interior and low lighting made every person's features hard to examine. It was just bright enough to make your way around, and see sensual outlines of dancers. To get to know your dance partner's features, you had to get up and close. This was going to be difficult, unless Lori made trouble.
>>"Let's hope she's here."
Lenna reached out and grabbed Lori's body's hand, and pulled Michael towards the dance floor. "If we want to get her to show herself, we may as well become the center of attention. You'd better know how to dance."
Lenna nodded, adopting a smile of determination. "That's good. Then, neither will I."
Lenna got in position, focusing on the desired actions and Hunter's words. Witnessing impermanence sounded like an interesting technique. What it entailed, Lenna wasn't certain yet. Hunter quickly made it clear what she needed to do.
She needed to relax. Lenna let her shoulders slump, tension receding. She changed her breathing to a slow and steady calm.
With each breath, she was told to focus on a sense. A sense of smell, a sense of taste, a sense of hearing... and a sense of emotional existence.
Scent. She smelled her mango shampoo. The faint scent of lemon came from somewhere. Someone must have cleaned the training room recently. She moved on.
Taste. She didn't taste anything. No. That wasn't quite true. She tasted the interior of her mouth, and the backs of her teeth. That was a taste unique to her.
On, to physical sensations. Shoulders. The feeling of her legs against the mat. Her own weight. The strength that came with it. Fingers, touching the palms of her hands as she focused on breathing. They rested on her crossed legs. Her toes, housed within her shoes, curled. Skin against sock against shoe interior. The tongue was pressing up against the top of her foot. There was so much to feel.
And it all changed constantly.
Like sound. Hunter's voice. Her own breathing. The silence of the soundproofed room.
And sight. Darkness. But it wasn't darkness, truly. It was the back of her eyelids. It was skin. And through skin, sometimes light managed to seep. Light, making the blank darkness a strange reddish-orange. And if one stared at the light, the faint impression of the light's shape, a roundness, sometimes lingered in the back of the mind. Even with eyes closed, one could detect a shift in the visible spectrum of light.
Emotions?
Calm. She wasn't rushing this. Even if Lenna wanted the quick way to the solution, she knew there wouldn't be shortcuts, and that she couldn't force enlightenment. She knew she valued the idea of knowledge of one's self. It was paramount. It wouldn't come easily. Sometimes, she forgot how much she wanted that. To know herself. To not be ruled by emotions. Not to feel obligations, not to be weighed down by anything.
Those were her thoughts, now. She focused on that desire. To know. What could she know? What could she learn? And was it true, that knowledge was fleeting. One never truly could 'know'? They could only have a 'good idea'.
((OOC: I'm not sure Lenna would know about the Kabal's head mechanic. She's kind of new, and hasn't met many Order members. If you need anyone to share the detail of a metal man in the park with Slate, though, let me know. Lenna can bring you back into Kabal ranks. She can't do it right here, though. She's under cover. ))
The mechanical man morphed majestically and magically into an automobile. Lenna blinked.
Well, that you don't see every day.
She looked to Aura at the gas question. That was another good thing to think about. She didn't know anything about this car-robot-man's physiology. It'd be a good idea to learn more about him things.
Lenna clapped her hands together. "Pretty cool! As for the music, do you take requests?" The man was a car. He probably had a radio somewhere in there, to tune into the best stations. They could do a lot better than some of the stuff he'd been playing. Lenna donned a smile. "A little Red Hot Chili Peppers goes a long way."
Lenna was a cautious sort. It came from years of people trying to kill you. She checked. Eying the coffee, she decided she'd go with water that day. Water was clear, and coffee... was not. She left the coffee cup on a counter, and took a few sips of water. Then, she set that down.
"Alright, let's finish this," She said evenly. She'd drank spider-coffee today, and been forced to read old national geographics. She wouldn't come to this salon again. The best she could do was finish the haircut. Lenna plopped back down in her chair, putting the magazine away. She leaned back, preparing herself for the comb and scissors.
Hopefully, nothing would go wrong this time around.
It seemed her friendly shoulder tap had brought a very different end than the one she'd wanted to come about. Now, Tyranny was cursing under her breath, and generally ticked off.
Let's try that again...
"I hear strawberry waffles are good," Lenna announced conversationally, to no one in particular. "Though, I'm more of a red hot chili pepper fan?"
Yes. That was casual, and decipherable. "Tyranny?"
It was the future already. It had been the future for the past few years. People needed to think outside the box when it came to mixed media. The days of libraries filled soley with books were in the past. These days, if you were stuck inside your little blue boxes, you couldn't see the world beyond that was so much larger... and filled with Red Hot Chili Peppers CDs.
Yeah. Lenna was a fan. Red Hot Chili Peppers, Metalica, heavy German synth music, Radiohead, classical... she had an ear for good music, whatever it was. She'd even heard some Mars Volta in a hip little coffee cafe. Now that had been unique music. The New York Public library had an awful lot to offer when it came to things... literature, magazines, movies, and music. Today, her poison was to be taken aurally. She'd come for listening material.
She hit the racks.
Let's see here... Stadium Arcadium, One Hot Minute, Blood Sugar Sex Magik, By the Way... Tyranny.
Her eyes rose as she came to the Tyranny section. The section Tyrannys were in. Fully comprised of women named Tyranny she hadn't seen in forever. Lenna coughed, and tapped the woman on the shoulder.
Casually, she turned away, skipping her finger down the lines of CDs as if nothing had even happened.
My, but somebody had suddenly gained an extra clip to their speech. Lenna wondered what had gone through Michael to bring the added energy about.
He went with option three, the 'Do-nothing' approach. Lenna was fine with that. It was better to hold their cards. Giving away their hand so early in the game, and doing risky things, wouldn't help them any. They didn't want to attract any more police interest than they already had. Lenna stepped away from the wall.
"In that case, let's return to the apartment, and wait." She started walking, down the hall, and out the front entrance.
They boarded a city bus, and rode it back to her place. They would wait.
Lenna nodded. "Yup, indeed." She stood, and moved away from the computers. As she moved further away from them, through the security door, and out into the hall, the protection of her aura fizzled. The images on the screen grew a little unfocused. All it would take was a little push from Michael to shove them over the edge.
Lenna leaned up against the wall, placing a foot against it, arms crossed. She waited.
As The Ranger came out, Lenna glanced his/her way. "So, we either try and follow a dead trail and guess a lot, bust into places, and break a lot of laws, or do something entirely unrelated. Got a preference?"
How did her powers feel... A tough question, right off the bat. "They don't," She replied, a bit downcast. "They're always active... like some kind of 'aura', extending around me. I can't sense when others enter or exit it. I can't feel it at all... is that a problem?"
She hoped not. It'd be awkward if the training ended right then, and there.
Lenna glanced up from her reading. "Maybe." She laughed lightly, still dead serious. "I was actually going to ask you to turn your music down. Kind of hard to read on a peaceful afternoon in Central Park when Central Park isn't peaceful... but," She slid a bookmark from her pocket into place in the book, and snapped it shut. The book-hand lowered to her side. "I think I'll stick around for a bit. You're certainly more interesting than some books... that's a compliment, by the way." Lenna smiled. "My name's Lenna." If Aura's comment hadn't made that clear, her's made it obvious.
She glanced towards Aura. And clothing... "It's nice." She said. If a bit strange...
Aura asked what the other mutant could do, and Lenna looked to him expectantly. She was curious as well. A mutant as shiny and unique as him had to have one interesting power.
Option One: A wild goose chase. They'd run off in the hopes of finding signs left by the people they were tracking. Signs that happened to be a day old.
Option Two: They break into as many places as they needed, and use the security camera footage from each to aid in their search.
There was a third option. The security guard wandering through the doorway to investigate had seen to that.
"Hey, what's all this, then?" He interrupted.
Lenna turned, to eye the balmy idiot who'd stumbled into their conference. Lenna looked expectantly to the Ranger. She was closer.
Lenna hazarded a guess. "Your defeat?"
That was Michael's cue to punch faces. They'd fry the computer, and take their leave.
"True, but..." Lenna paused. This wasn't quite like tracking a wild animal. They couldn't simply judge from the trampling of brush, footsteps, and traces left behind, where the two had gone. This was New York. It was wide, and varied. With the hotel, they'd at least had an idea of what Lori was thinking. With this unknown woman, there was another variable. She was a wildcard. They couldn't easily predict where she would have led Abyss and Lori. "Would we just walk in that direction, and hope they left some trail of destruction?" Lenna asked with a frown. "Now that there's a third person in the equation, things become more complicated. We can't easily predict the actions of a mind we don't know..."
>> "Yeah, are there any other cameras? Some places have cameras on the sides of the building showin' the walk way out front. If there's one it could show how long they hung out on this street, if they got a cab in the nearby area, or what have you."
"Way ahead of you," Lenna said, bringing up the footage in question. On screen, Abyss and ManLori moved. They lingered, dripping, one in trunks, one in street clothes. And then, a strange brown-haired woman appeared in front of the two. Words were exchanged. Eyes... did something freaky. More words, then the woman with the brown hair started leading. They followed. Why they followed was unclear. There was a general direction, though. They could use that.
Lenna looked to Michael. "Know the brunette?" She lingered by the computer a bit longer, trying to figure things out.
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