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.
>> "I...If only we could ask the dead the questions that rage within us. Like you, I will never be able to ask the questions i would most want to. Questions im not sure i even like asking myself. " Aura said.
Lenna nodded. ”Yes. It is not easy.” They were on the same page. Similar pasts and similar struggles.
Lenna felt strange about Cortez. Conflicted. Closure would have been nice. Even if all she did was shout.
Aura decided to share her information, and brought up several good points.
Lenna agreed. ”Yes. Talking helps.” She had learned that, during her time at the mansion and with Ty. With Megan. With Cold Steel and with Skye.
Then, Aura said something Lenna was ill-prepared for. Jealousy, of her? If her situation? What was this? An eyebrow arched.
She fell silent, thoughtful.
To feel the souls... the weight. Aura had not vocalized the part about being deaged but still having blood on your hands, from another life. It was good she had not. Lenna likely would have reacted poorly to such suggestions. Still, she could empathize with the woman. To feel such weight, she did not even want to imagine. She WAS lucky. And Aura—
Aura spoke more. They were getting very deep now, and Lenna was used to the shallows. She was working on being able to go deeper, but — raised as she had been, soul searching was still hard.
She opened her mouth, then shut it. Not sure what to say.
Aura jotted down information, and Lenna took it. She looked at it. Then, she looked to the woman while pocketing the paper.
”I do not know much about what you said. About the choice to prevent suffering, or any of that. But— I do know about growing up in a community of people taught to think only of the battlefield, only of targets and takedowns. And— if you think you are helping people doing what you do, do what makes you feel happy? Do what makes you feel... useful, I guess? And—“
Lenna looked at Aura, tried to meet her eyes, all embarrassed-like. She brought her arms out and just held them there awkwardly, like she were waiting for something.
”I am sorry this is awkward. Us child soldiers likely do not get to talk much... about feelings. But my friends have taught me, uh. Can I give you a hug?”
Words to set it up, they kind of eluded her. But talking helped. And hugs? She supposed they were okay, sometimes! Just... not suddenly and without warning. And she had to be in the right mindset, or else she’d want to leave and ignore feelings and he mad or grouchy, and and and— she honestly didn’t want to think about any of that. To her it seemed as if Aura could use a hug. She would make the offer, embarrassing as it might seem. Damn it.
Why would she have a business card? She was not a business woman. She worked fast food.
And he really missed the cue, had he not... interesting. With the look. Him? No? Okay. She wrote him off as one who misses social cues and lumped him in with herself.
She shrugged at the question. ”I have many classes and many free periods. Should I truly worry which is which? But. Eh.” She made a face. ”biology and general science. I just do not see the point...”
“What are YOU skipping?” she asked.
Truthfully, Lenna was not much interested in skipping the classes. Not unless she was behind and needed to study on her own. But those classes...
The woman, whoever she was, was not blind. Caught up in her emotions, yes, but not blind. Or stupid. When Lenna told her to stop, she stopped. Maybe a second slower than another may have, yes. But she stopped.
Her hand halted, hovered by Lenna’s cheek. Her eyes searched the young girl’s, uncertainty in them. Who was this girl she had once known? What had become of her? Other than the age factor, a thing she had already easily explained. Lost years. Lost memories. But what had she done to lead her to be this... violent?
The other girl stood, talked, threatened. My oh my, but she had made a mess of this.
She sniffed. Stepped back. Brushed her tears away with the back of one hand. Her bearing shifted from uncertainty and a self conscious hunch, to something proud.
Lenna relaxed a little, the moment the woman moved away. Just a little. Her grip on the broken glass remained strong. Her hand trembled, slightly. But it was ready. She flicked her eyes to the hand holding the broken glass aloft. The glass that had nearly been mashed into the woman’s cheek. And, she let it be lowered to the table.
The tablecloth was stained red by her hand. It had caught a few drops of her blood. Broken glass is indiscriminate of who it cuts. Perhaps she, herself, needed to do a better job of discriminating. The fact she had been so close to violence... It disheartened Lenna. Scared her, a little. She wished she were more beyond those old habits. But what do they say of old habits and dying? Ah yes. They die hard.
Lenna had no wish to die that day. What would he, would be. Violence, included.
Megan asked if she wished to go. Lenna watched the woman and said she did not yet know. What the woman said next would determine...
“My apologies,” the woman said, voice tight. “I grew carried away and lost myself. It is just that you look exactly as your mother did when she was your age.” Left unsaid were the words ‘rainbow clothing notwithstanding.
“My... mother?” Lenna asked.
“My name is Liandra Kadick,” the woman said. “And I am your aunt.”
Many things had been expected, but that? That had not been one of them.
Lenna had told Megan many things. Not five minute ago, she had said that she had no family. This and that? Yeah. They did not, how do you say, jive? What Megan knew about Lenna, well, it was brief and also a lot. Lenna had spoken of the plot, the former Lenna who had deaged. She had told Megan of a her who had worked for the redhead, Ty, years prior. And she had explained about SUPER and her supposed relationship with them. And that had all been in one conversation. Since then, she had expounded on a lot of the gray areas. Like her conversation with a girl named Aura and another Earth. So...
Yeah. There was a lot to unpack for the both of them in the revelation that this woman, this Earth’s woman, thought she was Lenna’s aunt. When this Lenna she was speaking to? As far as she knew, she was from another place with other stuff. Original Lenna was, apparently, Null. Or a Null. Probably both since she wasn’t around to cause them any trouble in the here and now. This all combined to make Lenna very, very confused.
Lenna looked at her, and spoke, Colombian accent thick. ”I am very, very confused. Are we even from the same planet?”
In the midst of her confusion, she felt oddly proud of herself! Planets were one of the many things she had recently studied. And stars! They were some of the many things Cortez had never trained them in or taught them about. The solar system. ‘Who needs to know about how the earth moves around the sun when you can learn fifteen ways to kill someone with your finger!’ he might have said.
The woman, clearly missing the context of the planet comment, nodded. She got it. “It’s a lot to take in.” She said. “If you’d like, we can take my limo to my mansion, and we can speak about this further. I am so glad I found you, Lena.” She smiled. “I’ve been searching for so long.”
Lenna looked to Megan, a rare look of utter loss on her face. The look said “help!”
>>"Probably. Nobody knows for sure what happened but he's dead now, so..."
So he was dead. “Like my adopted father.” Lenna said. ”No real loss. The world is probably better for their absence~.” Her voice was not bitter. This was a mere statement of fact, rattled off smooth as silk.
Lenna had spoken to Megan about her past, in pieces. As bout how she was an orphan. Parents killed by pirates. Left with no family in the world. About being adopted into a strange extended sort of family in Colombia. An all-girls school, sure. Though one with a penchant for teaching violence. Moreso than useful things. And about her adopted father, Cortez. The drug lord. About him being dead now.
She shrugged too. And moved on without giving the whole topic a second thought. There were other things to speak of such as sucking boys.
Megan greatly appreciated her joke. Lenna allowed the hint of a pleased smile to tug at the corner of her mouth.
Perhaps he did fear reprisal. Or perhaps he was ashamed. He should have been. Should be. Lenna loathed betrayed trusts. Especially from people she cared about. Off if she had wounded his pride, maybe he would learn from it, and gain some consistency in order to maintain future promises.
The fact she thought of future promises likely meant she would ultimately forgive him, this time. But still, he had damaged the relationship. With his flakiness. His unwholesome flakiness.
She smiled a cat’s smile at the thought of Megan assisting her in tracking him down. A hunting cat’s smile. Such an image.
”I thank you for the offer,” Lenna stated. ”But I think, with my particular set of skills, I could find him on my own. I do have a particular set of skills, do I not?” Smile, amused smile. ”Skills he would not much like. That would make me a nightmare~ Heh. If he does it again, maybe I will just assassinate his a—“
“Lena!” A woman’s voice cut her off. Before she could drop the third ass in a sentence.
“-ss.” The air escaped, all the same.
A woman. An unfamiliar woman. Had rushed up to their table. Interrupting food time. Who was this woman? And why was she calling her Lena. The pronunciation was all wrong. She was in her 50s or 60s, with a short bob of brown and gray hair and a face that had smile lines at the mouth and eyes.
Her jacket was long and gray, her cardigan, black. Diamond stud earrings were pinpricks off light in her ears, and they looked real. She looked to Lenna, then eyed Megan. Her eyes were blue-green. There would be something about that, something. Notable. Familiar.
”Who are you,” Lenna said brusquely. ”Why are you using that name? I do not know your face.”
The woman began to cry. “So much like her. I just knew. I’ve been looking. I hired someone— just like—“
She reached up to touch lenna’s face...
Lenna’s hand snapped up. There was a shattering sound. And suddenly, she held Megan’s broken glass in her hand.
”Stop!” A single tear rolled down Lenna’s cheek. Though possibly, probably, it could have also been a far flung drop of Megan’s water tea. Lenna was not really the crying type.
”No, you did not. I hope you put spiders in his ears.” Lenna “joked.” Haha. Because a more violent former version of her would have suggested far better. Or far worse, from the right perspective.
Lenna was aware of Megan’s food propensities. They had done sushi last time. But sometimes it is nice to feel normal, and going places with a friend is about as normal as one can get. So she knew about the smuggled ham. Lenna did not judge.
She ate a bite of her own sandwich. A club.
Megan asked if she wished to speak of it, and Lenna nodded. Whether Megan construed that as her wishing Megan to hunt down and web the boy or not was entirely up to Megan’s fine interpretation. Lenna did not elaborate.
Lenna did speak, though.
”I wanted to go on a date with him. Set one up. He has now cancelled on me three times. I am, how do you say it? Peesed off!” Her Spanish accent grew heavy on the words ‘pissed off.’
Conspiratorially, Lenna leaned forward, cellular phone in hand.
She brought up her texts logs. She was much more literate at such things now. Lenna showed Megan.
”I have texted him what I told him was a picture of him when I saw him out when he should have been with me or on his own. Doing what he said he had to cancel our date in order to do.”
Without the glimmer of humor, Lenna showed Megan the picture. She was always bad at jokes so yes, this was to be humorous. Conveying that took effort Lenna did not always give. Megan was most likely used to Lenna’s brand of subtlety by now.
The picture was of a shelf in a convenience store. It was in the candy aisle. Clearly centered, there was a Cadbury brand candy bar confection called a Flake.
”He has not yet replied.” Lenna stated, somewhat smugly.
She was sitting at an outside table at a nice little New York cafe with one of her best friends. They each had sandwiches and refreshing beverages. It was one of their weekly lunches. And she felt chatty.
Megan was one of the first people she had met when she had deaged. She had helped rescue her from a fire. Or Megan had helped rescue her from a fire. It was entirely possible Lenna had been the cause of said fire. The whole thing had been pretty hazy. But they had escaped together, hung out while trying to figure the age thing out, and ultimately become friends! And friends talked about all sorts of things. Hence, boys suck.
Did she elaborate on the subject? No. She simply stared at Megan for a reaction.
As they sat there, people passed by in the background. One woman shot the younger of the two women a confused look. Might even have been a disapproving look. Due to the outfit that looked like a rainbow unicorn had a barf attack all over. But it might have been for some other reason than that.
So what if Lenna wore orange sneakers with yellow laces, and a pair of black denim jeans, white socks, a red sriracha sauce t-shirt with a rooster on the chest and Asian script, and a green Carhart hoodie inherited from a friend that only had minimal bullet holes and stab wounds to give it that worn in / distressed look. Oh, and a blue scarf. A sky blue scarf.
>> ”Carrick?” he asked as she gestured to him. ”Well ya don’t speak it very well at least.”
Did not speak it well. Ha ha, he was toying with her. She got this. Clearly one not well versed in giant bird man screeches would have difficulty being fluent in it. It was not as if it were French or Spanish.
Lenna rolled her eyes a little, but not without good humor. She could take the jokes. Yes she realized some of the time, her seriousness towards herself and her appearances bordered on ego.
>> ”If you were trying to get me attention,” he said. ”Yer supposed to use less inflection. Less insulting.”
”Guess I have to screech more often.” She said quietly. Teasing. ”To learn.”
He roared again. Very loud, point blank. She rubbed at an ear.
>> ”Also ya need to project it if yer gonna scare off any threats… you are?”
”Contemplating selling hearing protection, such as they have at shooting ranges. For when people are near you.” She said wryly. Then opted for a smile, something she was working on, to let him know she was simply making a smal joke at his expense, all in good fun. Rather than being the, how do you say it, bitch?
It was an effort to put expression on her face some days. Too much time in the camp of literal child assassins where they took themselves too seriously most of the time.
”But if you were asking for a name, my name is Lenna. I am... sort of new here. Or at least, a month or two fresh? Exploring. Looking for the... interesting.” She had seen him giving her the once over. She returned the favor with a quick up-down assessment of her own. He seemed interesting. ”It is nice to meet you, Carrick.” Her accent flavored his name, with a Spanish flair.
”I am fine,” Lenna said, as she took the hand and got to her feet.
”I must practice,” She agreed.
A person unable to control themselves was a danger to herself, and others. Even in non combat situations.
Lenna wished control. She wanted to master herself, even if she was not to use her talents in life threatening situations. At the very least, she wished to be able to nudge things in her favor when it came down to it.
Lenna released his hand. She took the snowball he had offered her, with a polite thanks. Pressed it to where it was needed.
”Maybe I will be able to give things more of my focus if I work at it. Maybe I can get this field of vision thing under control, as well. All I ever see is orange... up until I focus to move something in my favor. It is odd.” She frowned.
Made picking out clothing difficult. As well as several other things.
”Perhaps we can practice focus some time. In the movies they sit under freezing waterfalls to master inner peace. Does the mansion grounds have any freezing falls?” She joked, wryly.
Another roar? Oh, and there the beastie was flying overhead. This amused Lenna.
‘I could be in danger,’ she thought glibly.
‘No. Not me.’ She followed up. The mansion was mostly safe. There had been that boy with the hedge maze, and also that one who had objected to her carrying around her katana, but— he had changed his tune rapidly. People knew better than to challenge her now. She did not like bullies.
The flying boy landed in front of her, and said something about his mother and what she had said about her?
Lenna’s brow crept up a hair. Was he teasing her or had she actually said something offensive in whatever roar dialect this mutant utilized?
She tapped her foot impatiently, once, twice, then cupped her hands around her mouth and leaned into another roar. Quite loud. Point blank.
Afterwards, she appraised him for his reaction. Mildly, she added ”I said that. I apologize if I offended. I do not usually speak —“ with one hand, Lenna gestured at, well, at all of him.
Had he wanted the last roar? Maybe she had one-upped him. Lenna was terribly bad about doing that. It had been a running thing with Ty.
To Lenna, the snow seemed strange. It was not something that she got much of in Cartagena, Colombia. December was not all that cold. What they got was humidity and rain. If it ever snowed, it was a rarity. And she could not remember it happening at all. At least, not where she stayed: apparently there was sometimes snow in mountains. But she did not count this.
Was snow so shocking because she had never seen it? No. She had watched the movies, seen snow. Some of the girls even liked that old one with the Bing Crosby man, where the entire premise was getting a little snow on Christmas!
No, it was shocking because Lenna did not like the cold. She was heavily dressed for the weather and she did not like it. Big navy blue parka, red knitted cap, dark orange gloves, blue jeans, and navy winter boots were all things she wore. And people at the mansion had insisted the colors were all proper and matched. Her red and black and white patterned scarf rounded out the look, and she knew in her heart it was the most garish thing about the whole ensemble, but a tiny bit of mismatching was fine once in a while if it was cute.
It was cold. She hated the cold. But she wanted to move, to get out, stop studying and walk. Clear her head.
Her head got a whole lot clearer when she heard the roar. She looked up. And up, and up. There was a flying boy.
She cupped her hands around her mouth and roared right back at him. Because why not?
New powers were interesting. New powers, she could understand. Bring it on.
He brought it. As he came in, she focused. Focused on trying to narrow the field of her vision to one point, to try and draw the orange away into one area while the rest of the world returned to normal. And... there was something there. Some force, but... Lenna was not ready for it. She hurriedly backed away from that, whatever that was.
Since she was focused on trying to unleash her power, Lenna was not focused on Sam or any of his cool moves. He got her with the entire combination, and cracked her on the jaw for good measure. The woman landed on her ass.
”oof.” she grunted. Rubbed at her chin.
”Maybe. I need to work up to big pushes and things. Felt like there was all this pressure. In the back of my mind. But— and now, I have The Headache.” She groaned, eyebrows knitting little Vs on her forehead.
It was as as if she had imbibed copious amounts of frozen dessert in an extremely small amount of time.
Her kick hit well enough. He complimented it. Coughed. She had put him off balance, for a moment at the very least.
Sam again gave her credit where credit was due. Lenna did not smile, though she did twitch the corner of her mouth slightly as she skittered back and away from him and his guarding his face.
”A lucky hit. As I said, I cannot control my power... I think it boosted my speed slightly. So yes, I too am glad we live in the same building. You are a fine training partner... and I need all the training in mutations I can get.”
She racked her mind for ways she could further utilize this strange gift. If she could boost herself... if she could slow him... as she had with other people, before. What really would be nice would be to fling things, or else levitate... but no such luck.
Lenna dropped into a guarded stance, open enough to be ready for anything. Feet spread for excellent balance. One hand was extended towards him. She wagged the fingers of one hand, in a “come on” gesture.
If he came at she, she planned to try snd focus. Try snd use her power to focus... and shift whatever attack he threw off balance. So she could potentially slip in and take advantage of his bad luck.
She shaded her eyes from the luminosity of his abilities. Very bright. Very interesting. Mutant powers always were.
Unfortunately, the electricity did not do much to the first branch he attempted to affect. Had little effect. She supposed it was like in nature, how earth tended to ground current... or something. Maybe he simply needed time.
Time, Lenna gave him.
The arc grew.
The bush got hit. Caught fire.
A sound escaped lenna. A little pleased “ah.” A sound of culmination.
She followed his lead. ”Yes,” She agreed. ”I can almost hear his baby wail now at being defeated.”
She could not. They were too far away from him to actually hear his growling scream of rage. But someone walking the mansion grounds near him shot the boy a worried look.
As she went through, her eyes fell on more hedge, and paths in three different directions. A fork. This would take a while. She stood, looking around. ”He has not yet closed off this area. What do you think? Burn more, or just try and find out way out in the usual manner? Also.” the girl glanced back at the hedge. The one on fire. ”Will that go out, or do we need to extinguish it?”
Or was it a brief flash and burning, that went away the moment he had arc welded the branches apart, and was she stupid? No matter.
Lenna picked a direction at random, hand resting on the right side of the hedge wall as she walked a few steps down the far right path.
And grab, he did. Shifting his weight. Dropping his knife. He got her in a choke hold. And he smirked.
And he mocked.
No, she was not up for talking. Her teeth were gritted so close together, she had to exercise care she did not break a tooth.
He threw her, and hell yes. She was up to stop the fall. If she’d been able to control her fall, Lenna would have preferred a roll. Rolls require forward momentum, though, and her fall was more down. So, she did a slapping break fall instead.
As she came down, she put her forearms in front of her, with her palms facing away from her head. Made a sort of triangle with her body, with hands close together and elbows wider apart. She turned her head, to protect it, and when she struck the ground, Lenna only made contact with her forearms, hands, and her feet.
Of course, the result of the whole thing was that she’d had to drop both her weapons as she fell. Let go, let them drop. But then, that was better than an uncontrolled fall and the sudden impact directly following it...
Lenna shifted her weight and sort of rolled on her side and back, tucked in like a burrito in a quick move meant to put distance between her and the man. Should he attempt to strike while she was down, she had moved. Then, she caught her roll and pushed off, back to her feet.
Lenna dropped into a forward stance, with her arms held before her. Almost a wrestler’s stance. And she laughed.
”Ha! Not bad at all. I confess. You may have more experience with grappling than I do.” She said.
She would have to make certain that he got no more excuses to do things such as that again.
Her eyes darted to one of her knives, and colors shifted in her vision. The knife twitched the barest fraction of an inch, but... it did not move more than that. Orange flooded back into her world. The one only she saw.
Was she ashamed admitting a weak point in her training? No. Only fools made excuses for weak points. And only fools neglected to address their shortcomings. Maybe she was a little angry. He had thrown her. And that would not pass unremarked. But! Accounts could be balanced, debts paid.
Lenna ran at him. Arm raised to throw a punch at his jaw. At the last moment, she switched tactics, fist dropping and right light swinging out in a kick aimed at his side. As she did so, her mind unconsciously pushed upon her. The kick moved a hair faster than what Sam might have expected. A telekinesis-driven attack.
Perhaps it would be worthwhile to speak of mutations with this Aura girl some time. The woman seemed to have knowledge. Maybe even a love of mutations, as a whole.
Practice was always good. She had lost to the ice man. Maybe she was rusty. Practice against aura could be fun. Something she had a feeling the woman might echo, if she heard of it. Lenna listened as Aura spoke of her own experiences.
A sister. Colombia. The mansion. The sanctuary. Lenna nodded, graciously. She knew of the mansion, of course. Not that it could employ her. And what would she do? She had heard of the sanctuary through her Cowboy. Many thoughts.
Haven, she had heard very little of. Save for the fact it had parties.
The last thing aura said actually made Lenna frown. An odd thing, to frown over Cortez. ”I believe he is dead. Which is fine. But it makes closure such as that difficult to come by.”
Was it even her Cortez? All this talk of many Lennas. Lennas with different faces and strengths. Almost as if they came from different worlds. That might have been the only thing SUPER could have helped her with. Information on her other selves. But that was not a topic for Aura.
”I will keep what you have said in mind. I would love your contact information, but if you wish distance from SUPER... I will not put your number in my cellphone. I sort of stole it off an unconscious asshole from their organization, and he has been too scared to reclaim it.” She smiled thinly at that.
