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.
1 pot roast, such as beef chuck, about 3 1/2 to 4 pounds, salt and pepper, 2 tablespoons canola oil or vegetable oil, 1 medium onion, sliced... Lenna's eyes scrolled down the shopping list in her hand. The list was long, on a lined notecard. She was making pot roast for dinner tonight. She'd earned it.
Her eyes rose for a moment, to scan the crowds. Which way was the shopping market again? Her brow creased with uncertainty.
"Hrm..."
Ahead of her, the crowd parted slightly to make way for a woman. Lenna's eyes locked on the flash of metal, Cyber-punk look, and signature tail.
Meld.
She was wandering right towards Lenna. The woman slipped the list away. Maybe Meld had something to tell her. Or, wait. Nope. She didn't stop before she hit the aura. If she'd noticed Lenna, she wouldn't have made such a foolish mistake. Lenna took a few steps back from the woman, and gave her room to regain her motor skills, and get up off the ground.
The secretary directed Lenna right to the training room. She hadn't even needed to ask for him by name. That was noteworthy, but it wasn't incriminating. Lenna smiled and thanked the woman, glancing briefly at the name tag: Ellie.
Thank you, Ellie.
She made her way to the aforementioned room without another word.
As she approached, she could see him training through the glass walls. He looked younger than she'd imagined. She supposed it only made sense. She'd imagined pale white skin and wrinkles, thinning hair, and a batlike face. He was no Nosferatu.
She slipped through the doorway, and announced her presence. "Mr. Antonescu?" She quested. The woman donned an uncertain smile. "I read your flier, and was intrigued."
Vampires, creatures of the night. These pop culture legends had a mythos extending back long into the past. An inability to walk on holy ground, a weakness to sanctified water, an avoidance of garlic... there were so many different takes on these beings it was hard to separate the fact from the fiction. When Lenna had received Noin Mortman's call briefing her on the return of one of these beings of darkness from Slate's past...
She'd blinked, and quickly ducked into an internet search for anything and everything she could find on these shadow-walking demons.
She'd gotten many hits for 'vampire'. From Vlad the Impaler, all the way to Robert Pattinson. This was all very confusing. Did Slate's old rival... glitter? Or was he a man?
Lenna offed her laptop, searching done. She wouldn't find any useful answers surfing the web. She'd just have to confront this fanged fiend face to face... and practice kung fu. Maybe a little tai chi? She'd meditate on that.
What kind of man the old head of the Kabal was, she'd learn... just as soon as she found the right clothes for it. She didn't want to meet Hunter Antonescu in a t-shirt and jeans, if he was everything Slate's secretary said, and more. Lenna raided her closet.
A short time later, she arrived in front of Hunter's place. Dressed in a white flash dance sweatshirt, gray tank top, and slate-colored yoga pants, she was ready to rock. She pulled her hair back, and slid the hair band in place, checking herself in a parked car's rear-view mirror. The car caught her smile, reflecting it back at her. 100 watt.
It was sad, though not for the same reasons Aura was feeling.
The woman had earned it by not following their orders. Apparently, that meant the Order scared puppies too.
Fascinating.
And ate... cats?
Lenna followed at Aura's side, eying her. "Do you really do that? Eat... cats?" Of course, many cultures had strange tastes in food. The Japanese ate basically whatever they could get from the sea. And various cultures ate insects... she wouldn't judge.
>> "The next place, is one that does not currently hold our policy at all, last time i went there no one was home, but their was mail in their mailbox, so im guessing someone lives there"
Aura announced.
>> "Drug gang attacked me in that one"
She bet they didn't survive long after that.
>> "You wnat me to do sell the policy or you want to take this one to?"
"You can handle it," Lenna replied with a light smile. "I'm still the trainee."
It seemed the woman didn't want to play that game anymore. Lenna heard shuffling and disgrunted muttering from within the house. A minute later, a perturbed woman appeared in the doorway. She undid the latch, and opened the door.
Lenna stared impassively at the ticked-off brunette. "Yeah, hey. Mutant insurance?"
"Yup," Lenna replied.
The woman sighed.
A few minutes later, Lenna walked around to the side of the house for Aura. "She's paid up," Lenna noted. "She says 'next time, go easy on the dog...'" Lenna glanced to the dog house, and the freaked-out pooch within.
"Alright, first off." She walked over to Alexandra, and placed the yellow gun in the woman's hand. Lenna tapped the guard over the trigger with her index finger. "Guard. Guarded by guard, trigger."
She went on from there, explaining each and every part of the handgun. The muzzle, the barrel, the grip. Finally, she showed Alexandra the action. The action was important. It contained the hammer, trigger, and cylinder.
Once she was done describing the basic parts, Lenna smiled. "Now, show me how you think you should hold it."
((OOC: The next scene can be Lenna correcting Alexandra's holding of the gun, with thumb and finger placement. After that, we could time skip a little bit Lenna's going to describe to Alexandra the parts of the cartridge - case, bullet or projectile, power, and primer. Then, we can teach her how to load and unload bullets. I'll want to show her for revolvers and semi-automatics.
They can practice the safe carry methods, and a good stance for aiming and shooting. Fun stuff.))
Lenna was already moving as he gave her his answer. She filed it under 'interesting talking points' for later.
So he'd been beaten by an Adapted. A male one. She idly wondered if it was the one Mars had told her about. Maybe it was one unknown to the members of the Sanctuary... If Bacchus had more to say about the man, it might be useful information. If she could track him down, that was even better. The Kabal could use more people like her... especially when they were able to keep Prince Charming in his place.
These thoughts all occurred later, of course. For the moment, Lenna busied herself with taking down guards. Her eyes drifted to Isabel as Lenna pressed a guard's head into the wall. The woman had a blade coming out of her hand that worked near her aura. Fascinating.
She gave Isabel plenty of space to fight in, that thought spent. Lenna moved down the hallway a bit, to put Isabel out of her range. She wouldn't want any bone accidents happening, now would she? Well. Except for the ones that needed to happen when she swung a guard or two stumbling across the hallway into Isabel's shooting range.
"Here's another!" She shouted. Then, to Lori. "Can we make sure to stop by the security station to wipe the tapes some time in that escape plan of yours?"
Lenna was thankful. Henrietta had made the smart choice. Not everyone in her same situation would have done that. She'd known many that would go out fighting... pointlessly. So many pointless and avoidable demises... she bowed her head and waited.
It'd all be over soon enough for Henrietta. She just had to keep doing what the nice and not-so-nice people told her to.
She'd give her blood, then hopefully... hopefully, they'd set her free. Maybe some time soon, Lenna would take Henrietta out for coffee to make up for this, and maybe the kidnapping misadventures would come up. Maybe she'd want to get a jump start on that physical training Lenna had promised her?
Aaaand before Lenna could show the guy just how serious they were, the one true man in the room did it for her. And boy, did she ever.
Lenna watched, and tried not to smirk. Operation 'not-smirk' failed, but the man's comment wiped the look from her face. That didn't help. They'd have to burn daylight before his suggestion served a use to them. She shook her head, and looked to the door.
"Guess we come back later, then. Let's go for a walk until then," she said, walking towards the door. As she walked, she looked to the Ranger. "Gotta say, though. You were good. Next stop, crash site of your car then?"
There was something to be said for hitting three consecutive bull's eyes in a friendly game of darts. That something that it was less than hitting three consecutive triple-20s. Ton 80.
Lenna bowed for the mutants in the rec room. "Thank you, boys. I'll be here all night."
A short mutant with pink hair muttered something under his breath, and turned away from her. A forked tongue flicked out of a lizard-man's mouth. "Thish ish ridiculoush..." He grumbled.
A three-fingered blue man reached up to high-five him (A high-three, in his case). "I concur. Let us leave her to her darts."
The two exited the recreation room in a huff, leaving a wave of conspiratorial whispers in their wake.
"She's gotta have some sort of marksmanship ability..."
"Or luck manipulation!"
"Maybe magnets?"
Lenna sighed. "I can hear you all, you know. Trust me. I'm just that good."
Her comment sent a ripple through the crowd of mutants. Some shook their head, tired of losing. They were done with it. They left. Others turned their attention to other options, like foozball, or ping pong. Of the large group of mutants that had been in the room, there were maybe five left.
"Typical," Lenna shook her head as she pulled the darts from the board. You topped one or two bulky mutants in a friendly game of darts, scored the highest possible score every time, and showed no signs of weakness, and all the cowards left the room. Wasn't the game supposed to be for fun?
Winning was fun, though, and someone always had to lose.
A spider. There'd been a spider... in her coffee... wriggling.
Gross.
Miss Muffet would sue. Lenna would not. She'd be thoroughly peeved, though. Look at her, resting a hand on her hip, frowning, complaining. "Why was there a spider in my..." Being cut off by the spiders coming to the rescue of their fallen friend.
What exactly the heck was going on here?
>> "How odd."
The woman said, in a tone that seemed to Lenna thoroughly humorless.
>> "Well... shall we cut that hair of your now?"
"... can I get a glass of water first?" Lenna hoped. She didn't want to think about spider-mouth any longer than she had to. No sir.
The night club was silent during the day. It wasn't open yet. Perfect. They weren't looking to club yet. They were looking for information. Lenna paid the cabbie, and stepped out of the cab. She gestured for Michael to follow.
Silently, they entered the establishment. It was done up in light blues, that'd probably look better under dance lights. Lenna looked around for someone to talk to. Eventually, she found a bouncer.
"Hey," She caught his attention with a gesture. He came over to loom over them. "We're looking for someone who might have come here last night. Brown hair, brown eyes, good-looking. Texas accent? You see anyone by that description?"
The bouncer screwed up his eyes, and looked at the two women. "Maybe. I needs a refresha. Maybe one 'o you two gals could help?"
