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.
Bacchus was complaining, but Isabel made it stop. Lenna flashed a little masked smile Isabel's way as she kicked a guard in the head. He was already on the floor. The kick was just icing. She stepped away from him, crossing her arms. She'd handled her share. Lori was giving her an order now. An order Lenna was all-too-willing to follow. She approached the woman and her posse, and led them right along to the security station.
Along the way, there were a few more guards. A few more bodies on the floor were left in their wake. They made their way to the top of the tower. Lenna forced her way through the door. She cleared it of guards with one shot, two shots, then ushered Lori in with a sweep of her hand.
>> "This was a major part of my job as a Ranger. So I've had practice."
She approved. Lenna idly wondered what else he was trained for. He knew his way around a gun, and he could track people. A thought was brewing in the back of her mind. This man... she might be useful as a member of Slate's organization. If they got her his body back, maybe... Lenna held her chin, pondering that as she followed The Ranger along.
Eventually, the trail ran cold.
Lenna looked to Michael. Damn. Just when they looked like they were on to something.
"... What do you think would be on Lori's list of 'things to do' once she had your body..." Lenna pondered aloud. "Night club, sure, but she's probably done that before... what could she do only as a Man in your body she couldn't do as a woman in her own...?"
There was a long pause, and then Lenna looked to her. "Say, Michael. You still work as a Ranger?" The question came out innocuous, the driving logic behind it, simple. Why was a guy like him, with skills like his, out and about, workless, on the streets of New York... if, in fact, he was jobless? He could certainly be put to better employ.
Was it possible the neighborhood they were in had suddenly moved to another part of the country? Lenna got vibes from the look of the yard that painted a very good picture of the inhabitants. They were the type that were lazy, didn't spend time keeping their vehicles in working order, or keeping their home in shape. That was a type that bred trouble. They didn't usually go by society's norms.
"Nobody answers, huh?" Lenna looked to Aura. "Maybe they're too drunk to hear the knocking?"
As she approached the door, she took expert care not to step on any of the homeowner's mess. The porch was littered with beer cans and broken bottles, old newspapers, and strange furred dolls with beaks. Lenna knocked four times on the door. Nobody answered, but the rap music cut. She looked to Aura, then tried again.
Knock knock.
The door swung open. A man with a pot belly answered the door with a shotgun. He had it slung over his shoulder, and eyed her all official-like. He smelled. He hadn't shaven in ages. It looked like his t-shirt was about ready to fuse to his chest.
"What's dis about?" He said.
Lenna gave him her spiel.
"Hello, I'm selling mutant insurance. Due to the high occurrance of mutant violence in this area, damage to property often occurs. The Sanctuary will pay for all property damage inflicted by mutants on your premis--"
"Mew-taint?" He repeated the word with a tilt of his head. "What would I need Mew-Taint insurance fer? If any of them %^$#@% muties comes sniffin' round here," He took a moment to adjust the heft of his shotgun against his shoulder, and brought up a free hand to make a record-scratching moment against the air. "They ricky-rick rick, ain't gonna be sniffing much longer."
".............. Sir?"
The man sniffed at the air, then blinked at her. "You still here? What was you sellin' again?"
"Mutant insurance. We'll pay for any and all property damage caused my mutants to your home." She replied smoothly.
"You a mutant?"
"My friend and I--" She started. He cut her off with the barrel of his shotgun, pointing it straight at her nose.
"Remember what I said before?"
This man was a trouble case, yes indeed. While some might have found a shotgun barrel to the face intimidating, Lenna found it funny. The idiot had a death wish. Before he knew what was happening, a blur of motion rushed through his field of vision. Lenna had him disarmed and on the floor before he had a chance to pull the trigger. She held the shotgun pointed up away from them at her side. Her other hand was at his throat.
"Listen, you piece of scum. We're offering you a service. You can either take the mutant insurance, or take your home elsewhere. Easy choice, right?"
He squirmed his agreement. Lenna smiled, and released him.
"Good." She stood up, dusting herself off, and handed Aura the shotgun. "In that case, there's some paperwork we need you to fill out. Aura?" She held out her hand.
((OOC: Godmode him signing all the paperwork. Let's get on to the next house. ))
With nary a word, a mutant approached her. Lenna looked the girl over. She seemed like the strong silent type. Strong silent, Lenna reasoned, or stuck in her shell. She hadn't noticed the girl before, but now that she was holding one of Lenna's darts, Lenna took the time to take note of her mannerisms.
She wasn't just quiet. She seemed a bit skittish. If the darting eyes were any indication, the woman liked to know her surroundings. Maybe keep an eye on people?
Meld's memory was so bad she didn't even remember her boss. How sad, not to rememember a face like Lori's. They'd have to refresh her memory in a roundabout (replacing whatever past ones she had with ones they wanted) way.
Lenna looked to Lori, then to Meld as the blond asked her a question. Lenna took a few steps away from Meld, just to bridge the distance a bit more. She stopped at Lori's side, and crossed her arms.
"Where'd you wake up today, before you realized you had no memories? Can you remember that far back?" What did she have for breakfast? They'd need all the important details if they wanted to track the thing that did this down. Lenna was personally hoping for Wheaties... they'd need a champion. She hoped Meld still had her game.
It quickly became apparent that Michael was a much better problem sleuth than Lenna could hope to be. He must have been part bloodhound. Or maybe he'd simply had more experience tracking people down than her. In her days as a hit-girl, she'd done it plenty. In those cases, the victims had been high-profile. It had been easy. This wasn't. She'd never gone hunting, and learned to sniff out clues.
When the Ranger started barking, and pointing to each and every sign, Lenna looked. She nodded. She followed, appreciatively.
Did she know anything about gorgons... no. "I haven't heard about them," Lenna replied. Her education had been in practical topics, such as reading, writing, foreign languages, and self defense. Anything beyond the basic realms of her training, she'd had to discover herself. If Andrea had asked about classic American movies, or brought up philosophy, she'd have been able to contribute to the discussion. Cowboys and super heroes, sure... but fairytales...
Of fairytales, she had no inkling.
"What's a gorgon?"
She didn't feel dumb for not knowing. It just hadn't been in the cards.
Lenna didn't answer that question. Lori had arrived. What a delightful diversion. "Hey," she said, giving Lori a two-finger salute. "Meld here lost her memory. I found her walking the streets, unsure... I thought we could figure out who or what caused it, and do something to fix it. If someone does this to one of our own..." She gravely shook her head.
Lenna turned to look towards the metal-armed mutant, remembering her. "Meld, this is Lori. The boss."
"Maybe he wasn't in the right mind to know how..." Lenna trailed. Or maybe he wasn't alive anymore... she didn't know many who could survive a crash like that. Lenna paused. That was a bad thought. She hoped it wasn't what had happened. She took another quick glance around the scene for anything else of note. There wasn't much. The police might have taken it all away.
"Anything else you see that'd point us in a direction?" She really wasn't a detective. The best she could do was guess.
Human meat? Yikes. Lenna made a note never to give Aura any reason to eat her. This girl had a rather unique perspective on humanity, that was certain.
And a way with words, judging from how she handled the sell. Lenna watched intently, taking mental notes from the pro in action. She followed Aura into the living room, smiling all the while.
The man looked over the paperwork.
"I see," he replied. "Interesting. Where do I sign?"
~*~
A short while later, the two walked out the door, one sell richer. Lenna looked to Aura. "I'll handle the next one. Where to?"
"Almost like Mars in full Red mode," Lenna finished, narrowing her eyes at the dent. She held her chin. "Hrm... seem to remember him making a big deal about one of his brothers not picking up when he called them the other day... think maybe one found you?"
If so, why hadn't Mars called them about it? You'd think they'd be right on top of that. Strange.
>> "Um... it was around where I live... the school for Mutants." "I do not think you would want to meet him however. A friend and I found him robbing a house..."
Robbing a house... well, yeah. One couldn't assume all Adapteds were on the straight and narrow like her. Heh. Lenna listened to Andrea's account with a look of innocent interest. This really was interesting. It was good to hear there were more of her popping up. And near the mansion, too. She'd have to look into that some time... or at least, tell Slate.
And it seemed this one, too, had a stronger aura than her. Lenna donned a surprised look when the girl told her she thought Lenna had more control than the one she'd met. Lenna bit her lip.
"Hmm..." She trailed. "That'd be nice... if only I could make it go away." Her eyes dropped. "Weakening other mutants... sometimes, it's hard on them. I can't go near some people without affecting their lives..."
Angst, drama, Adapteds. She kept up the act for a moment, then moved on with a hint of embarassment for speaking too much.
>> "It is a pleasure to meet you though, Molly."
"Likewise," She looked up.
Mr. Antonescu suggested they enter the meditation room, and Lenna agreed. She took a few steps back, and made room for Andrea to enter. "What is your power, Miss Andrea? If I may ask...?"
Now came the part where they took her home, yes? Lenna nodded to the panther man, and turned to face down the hallway. She started walking, left the rest to him.
Meet you in the van, She thought.
Things had gone smoothly. Smoothly enough they could set Henrietta free. She sat down in the driver's seat, and waited. When the time came, she drove them off to the drop point.
This had been a long day. It'd be an even longer night.
((OOC: Whoever wants to can describe the drop. Feel free to godmode the candy van where ever you'd like.))
>> "It's what stock cars use t' do back when they had doors. It's safer at high speeds t' insure they cain't open."
But this wasn't a stock car, was it? Lenna inwardly shrugged the thought off. It didn't matter. All that mattered... was getting the door open so they could get a clue as to where that crazy body had gone. This brought her to her next question...
Her reply had... not been what she'd expected. The Ranger slid right into the window, as easy as Southern flags and apple pie. Lenna blinked, and mentally refrained from uttering the comment 'men'.
>> "I believe this was yours."
"Mhm," Lenna pocketed it. "So, someone must have used this... wonder if that had any bearing on whether or not the car crashed?"
Her eyes dropped to the jerky wrapper, then swung to the interior of the shop. A bloody polka dotted brassiere sat all alone on the floor a ways in.
"It looks like it hit something before the window," She noted, pointing out the dent in the front bumper. "That'd usually be less prominent, if all they hit was glass. Looks almost..." She paused. It almost looked Mars-sized. "Hmm..."
