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 nodded. "Yeah. You know her. She's kind of our boss. If nothing else, I figure we'll be able to refresh your memory. She knew you better than I did," One would assume. If nothing else, they could make stuff up~
"Hold on a second. I'll call up Lisa to let her know we're nearly there." Lenna said. She reached into a pocket, and produced her cellphone. The Sanctuary was dialed. Lenna got Lisa's voice. She turned to the side, and spoke quietly into the phone. "Yeah. It's me, Lenna. Meld's with me. Can you let Lori know to meet us by the entrance? We're on our way. Should be there soon. I'll explain everything when we arrive. Thanks." She hung up.
Lenna turned back to Meld. She offered a thin smile.
They reached their destination a short while later. The train stopped, the two got off, and Lenna led Meld to the Sanctuary by foot, through crowds. The Sanctuary loomed overhead as they approached it, tall and imposing with its golden doors.
The two entered. Lenna alerted Lisa to their presence.
"She'll be with you shortly," was the secretary's reply.
>>"Permanently. The doors're welded ta the frame. You have ta go in through the windows.
"... Why would you even?" Ugh. That thought gave her a momentary headache. "What good is a door if you can't get in through it...?" It just didn't make sense. Ugh... Lenna shook her head.
"Alright. Is there a way we can get in there without looking stupid? I think I see something..." Maybe the police hadn't seen the TASER under the seat? Maybe they hadn't figured out how to get into the car?
>>"I have met another with a power like yours before... Not to long ago actually."
Surprise played out naturally on the Adapted's face. "You have?" She said. More urgently, with the followup. "Where?"
If this woman had met another Adapted, she'd want to know about it. For a moment, the scenario escaped her. Then, she recovered, and played it off as part of the character. "I want to meet someone like that..." Her voice dropped. "Maybe, they know how to control their mutation a bit better than me..."
The woman apologized, and held out a hand.
>>"I am Andrea.."
Lenna smiled weakly, meeting the handshake. "Molly." She paused, then continued apprehensively. "I was just going, but after this... I feel like I should stick around a bit longer, and explain my power... and maybe you could tell me more about this 'person like me'?" Lenna asked uncertainly.
Meld asked as they walked. Lenna kept up her pace. "I don't. I live in an apartment in the city. It's easier that way. Powers," She added the last word as her sole reason for off-site living. It was a good one.
She brushed through the crowd, and dropped into the subway. Paid the fare, led Meld on. They got on the rattling bullet train, and shot onwards, towards Sanctuary. Lenna sat on the train, a fair distance from Meld. She looked up.
"When we get there, I'm contacting Lori. Maybe she'll be able to help us sort this out."
Cab hit Miata. Well, that's one way to keep them busy... Lenna mentally trailed.
>> "We might only have a few minutes, shall we?"
Lenna ducked under the police tape, and entered the scene. "We shall."
And so, the pair set to playing the role of Sherlock Holmes. They knew what had happened. It was more difficult to piece together how it occurred. Lenna peered through the door of the wrecked wreck, and stuck her hand to feel around. Nothing. She went around to open one of the doors. It wouldn't. Lenna tugged. She looked to female Michael.
Another mutant, affected by her aura. Lenna wore the expression of shock and dismay. This was supposed to be embarrassing for the character she was playing! She had to sell it.
"Omigawd..." Eyes, wide, locked on once-green skin. Lenna frowned at the girl she'd bumped.
The girl beat her to the apology punch.
>>"I...um, sorry again, I got sent in and...I-... I just was not paying enough attention.."
The girl offered her a gloved hand. Lenna took it. She worked her way to her feet, stabilizing herself on the doorway.
"I'm the one who should be sorry..." Lenna said. "My mutation..."
"I'm alright..." She looked to Mr. Antonescu. "Just embarrassed..."
"I'm a friend. We work together," Lenna said. The look on her face showed she was stunned Meld couldn't remember something as simple as that. That was the look she wanted. This was very strange.
Meld's reaction, too, was the right one. They'd best be up front about that, and safe.
>> "I need to find Aura or Abyss."
"I'll take you to them."
>>"I may not have my memory but I can still defend myself."
"And that's good. You always were a fighter. Well then," She turned in the direction of the subway. "Shall we go, then? The sanctuary is this way. Remember, 6 feet."
Their cab hadn't waited. For this one, they caught a bus. The bus was crowded. Lenna took special care to stay near Michael as they made their way to a window seat. She didn't want his electricity frying the bus's engine when her proximity broke. They sat down between a blob with a mohawk and and old lady with short hair and shades.
A half-hour later, they got off in front of the shop. It was cordoned off with crime tape. Lenna crossed her arms, and looked at the sign for the store.
"... Well, that's a heck of a way to go." A perfectly good vehicle rammed into an adult store. Tsk, tsk. "You see any clues?"
Hunter told her much of what she already knew. He was a mutant. He'd lived a long life. How long? This was the part where Lenna had to gasp in appreciation.
"Four centuries? Wow!" She opened her mouth, and let the appreciation fall out. "I'll bet you've got lots of stories to tell." An embarassed laugh. Lenna put a thoughtful finger to her lips, and looked away. "If I had all that time under my belt... hmm..." There was lots she could accomplish, obviously. After an appropriate 'thinking time', she returned her focus to him, sheepishly. "I guess I could get my mutation under control..."
>> "You can help me?" "Do I know you? And I don't know why I can't remember I just can't."
She sounded like a kid who'd lost her way. This was bad. Her previous fears had been confirmed. "Meld, my name is Lenna." She put her hand to her chest as she spoke, a 'me' gesture. "I'm not sure why you can't remember, but I can help." She wasn't sure what she could do to help her regain her memory, but she could help. "I know where the Sanctuary is. If you follow me... we can figure things out from there. But you have to be careful." She met Meld's eyes gravely. "I'm a mutant. I have an aura of about 6 feet wherein mutant abilties weaken. That's why your arms and legs stopped working before... I can't turn it off. I'm sorry."
It was over before it had really begun. Lenna opened her eyes and looked at him. He was reassuring her. She was still a novice in his eyes, but that would change with practice.
Well, she supposed, might as well go to the next session. Eventually, she might learn something.
Lenna offered a genuine smile. He didn't seem as bad as the secretary had stated. He offered a hand, and she took it, pulling herself up onto her feet. Then, he asked an interesting question.
It was one Lenna rarely answered honestly. These days, it was more strategic to keep her cards secret. "That's... one of the things I wanted to find my center for." She replied. She played embarassed well. She'd had practice. "... Are you?"
"Well, if you need to find the sanctuary, I can help you," She replied, with a hint of confusion. "What can't you remember?" And why was she acting strange. If she had suddenly been hit with a case of amnesia, this could be bad. A woman with abilities like Meld, disoriented on the streets of New York. They needed to get her to the sanctuary, and fast.
Lenna followed and listened. It sounded like the average deal. She nodded at the important things, with the occasional 'mhmm' of understanding. She smiled. "7. Got it." Tuesday and Thursday. Okay.
They reached the meditation room. He sat. She sat, adopting the same stance, palms up, eyes closed. Stalled her mental critic, focused on his instructions.
And then, blackboards.
>> “I want you to think of a question to which you want answers."
And orders. The toughest part of meditation. Taking it seriously. She cleared her mind as best she could, and focused on the question: Why am I here?
That was the first question. It instantly got answered. She wanted answers. She wanted to know who this Hunter was here, and now, in contrast to the man he'd been in the past.
Why?
For Slate. Because he'd enjoy the information. Because she valued his pay, and because he'd ordered it. Because it was more interesting than sitting around with all her wealth. Because it was something to do...
She wanted answers. She wanted action. She wanted instant results. She didn't want to wait.
She was impatient. Impatience... That wasn't a good trait in a spy. She wrote it on the blackboard, 'Why am I impatient?', then instantly struck the thought through with a solid black line, and rewrote 'Why am I here?'
Ah, but she'd already answered that. He was already several lines of thought past that, on another plane.
Why was she getting so worked up about this? Lenna took a deep meditative breath, on that thought.
She imagined Slate's face on the blackboard, pleased with himself for his magical ride. She imagined what he'd put her through, all the tough choices she'd had to make. He'd turned her on her own boss, though she would have turned either way. And according to the short history Noin Mortman had given her, he'd turned on Mr. Antonescu in much the same way. They'd both seen an opportunity. They'd both taken it. In both scenarios, loyalty commands were involved.
She'd pressed Noin on that issue. The answer had been important. How had Slate maintained control of the organization so easily in Hunter's absence. Noin hadn't been evasive. She'd made it quite clear. They'd been given the choice to be loyal, or walk away. Lenna hadn't been given much choice.
He'd controlled her, and stolen her loyalties.
Yet, she willingly followed him, even after that.
Why?
This question, too, was written down in her mind. Why was she still loyal to him after all the things he'd done?
She meditated on it. Why, indeed.
Because he saved me... Lenna realized. But that was easy, and out of order. She'd saved him first... only after nearly getting him killed, but whatever. Because he gave me a choice. And the answer had been obvious after her soul-searching in Paris. She needed the work.
More than the work, she had needed direction. Working for him had been one option, a step in getting that direction. Maybe a bit of excitement, too. Action. And maybe she could change the world...
She remembered that conversation with the boy who could control gravity. He'd wanted to help everyone. She'd told him he could help the world. Remembered her conversation with The Ranger, remembered recruiting him, too. And Meld. She'd worked so hard to impress Slate before she'd ever even applied. Yet, she hadn't seen those people she recruited since then, Meld excluded. She wondered what had become of those friends... she'd seen how much protection individual members of the Kabal got, even while on missions. Alexandra had gotten sent to an internment camp. Henrietta had been kidnapped (by her).
She was kidnapping allies now, and shaking down people for protection money with an anti-human organization. And she was human. What did that say about her life's direction now?
She voiced that question to the blackboard. The blackboard said it meant she was playing the role of a spy pretty good.
And there was her answer.
Well , there you go , then. She told herself. Exercise a bit of patience, and doors open up. And if you didn't have that patience, make the door.
But that hadn't been her question at all, had it?
No.
Well, darn.
Lenna was... not so good at meditation, it turned out.
"Meditation techniques," Lenna replied, faking a bolstering of resolve. "I've always been interested in that sort of thing. Yoga, pilates. I've tried them. This sounded new, so I was interested. I want to find my center." She noted sincerely.
All this new-age exercise/relaxation had its own mindset, its own philosophy. If nothing else, she could learn a few new calming tricks. Her temper always had been quick to flare.
As far as martial arts training went, she had it covered. The secretaries at Mondragon were skilled at sending her straight to the floor. She was slowly learning to avoid such a fate.
Yes, meditation would be fine. Learning the current philosophies of one Hunter Antonescu would be even finer.
