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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Autumn had taken far too long to arrive in the north east. Warm days had been blown away by a powerful wind storm disrupting travel and electricity for southern new England. New York had been largely spared but almost immediately the cold settled in. The beautiful array of leaves didn’t last long enough. The fun frolicking of October had passed, seemingly squashed by the cold, clouting darkness of November first.
Day light savings time hadn’t helped. The sun disappeared so quickly now. Shadows raced across streets and swallowed up the alleys in between. Even the lights of the city seemed dimmer than before.
Devon tugged at the strap of his bag, hefting it further up his shoulder before sticking his hands in the pockets of his peacoat. He’d buttoned it nearly to his neck, not for warmth but for the seeming protection of the material. It was a warm layer against the encroaching evening as twilight descended over NYU’s campus. He hurried across a street and across the old, cracked concrete that cut through one of the minor quads with its eerily empty trees and browning grass.
It was hard not to see ghosts in everything now, but nighttime was worse. He’d barely let himself out until recently and even then only during the day. But he’d committed to this and he wasn’t going to go back on his commitments. He had a job to do, people to see, places to visit, agreements to hold up. Besides, the winter was often a busier time and it kept him preoccupied to focus on work.
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"I can just get out here."
"You sure?"
"Yeah." Levi opened the door of the car and started to step out into the crowded streets. "Thanks for the ride!"
The driver started to respond, but the words were drowned out by the New York noise. The freezing weather was something Levi was still struggling to adjust to. He had only been on the east coast for about a month and still needed to pick up some warmer options for his wardrobe. The cold only bothered Levi for a moment before his attention was pulled elsewhere.
Levi looked up at the towering marble arch above him. His head remained arced backwards, staring upwards as he walked through the monument. Then the fountain ahead took his gaze. Despite the weather, people were still hanging out in the park which lied at the center of the many of the NYU campus buildings. Levi stopped at the edge of the fountain and turned around to look at the surrounding area. Depending on how things went, this could potentially be a park he'd frequent in the spring.
A woman nearby was sat on the ground playing guitar. Her case laid out in front of her. Her head hung low, covered by her tawdry hoodie. Only her dark locs that swayed back and forth were visible. The quality of the performance caught Levi by surprise. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a few singles that he still had. After dropping the money off in her case, Levi found a bench nearby and took a seat.
There was supposed to be some conference that evening about student life for mutants or something. A way for mutants to kind of hit the ground running in Manhattan, Levi presumed. He pulled out his phone to look up a map of the campus. The cold was starting to get to him again.
Devon was preoccupied as he walked. His mind had a way of running on, analyzing and over-analyzing. It’s what helped make him good at his job, plan large projects, or even strategize. But it could annoy people and it could make you a bit crazy. When you worried about the visions you’d seen – no, made to see – when overwhelmed with fear on a Halloween night, overanalyzing it all probably wasn’t healthy. It made you miss things, and it certainly wasn’t the state of mind he wanted to be in this evening.
He let out a long breath as he proceeded closer to the fountain at the area’s center. Thankfully someone was playing music outside despite the cold. It made him pause even as he wondered as to Celeste’s condition. Last time he’d been here he’d met and discussed the rift with her. She was a wise young woman with an energy he had to appreciate. Then she’d been hurt but on the flip side, maybe it was good they’d both been there. That was an uplifting though. The four of them, even the ceiling crawler, had ultimately helped. But the people who’d been hurt.
The man sighed, smiled, and knelt down as he fished out his wallet. Mystery played in the darkness of that hoodie, a veil of dark hair further hiding the music’s maker. She was quite good, whomever it was. He initially dropped the fiver outside her case, a bit fidgety still. Devon picked it up and dropped it in the case with a practiced smile before straightening. He needed to sit, rest a moment, and consolidate his thoughts.
Devon was almost at the bench when he realized someone else was sitting there. “Oh, excuse me,” he addressed the man behind the phone. “Mind if I sit?”
Navigating the school's site, Levi's flushed fingers tapped on his phone restlessly. He wasn't sure where he had first read about the conference. Probably on his timeline, but there was surely some information posted here. Maybe he should have considered this before he left the apartment. Ever since he got to New York he had been rushing head first - acting first, thinking later. Maybe it was just the excitement. Or perhaps the fear of getting left behind by his dreams of glory.
>> “Oh, excuse me,”
Levi looked up as a man approached him from the performer. A handsome fellow with blue eyes that gleamed with grace and tolerance, but veiled some kind of pain. They felt familiar, but Levi was sure he had never met this man before. Not someone easy to forget.
>> “Mind if I sit?”
The man spoke again, and Levi realized he was staring. "No, not at all." Levi slid over a bit to give the gentleman more room. Levi took a momentary break from his phone and looked back at the guitarist. She had started to sing. A floating melody with a tinge of hoarseness probably acquired from the hours of the cold.
The blonde was his age and seemingly distracted, else otherwise annoyed at the interruption. This was New York; strangers didn’t really interact much in the day to day. You dodged one another on the metro or the street like you dodged a stray cat or a lamp post. Objects in your way. It was a strange phenomenon that Devon wasn’t very accustomed to. He talked to almost everyone he met after all.
>> "No, not at all."
“Thank you,” Devon softly smiled, nodded, and then sat, pulling his bag around to sit in his lap. The woman – at least Devon presumed it was a woman – began to sing, quite haunting in her tone but the melody was light. The cold had touched her voice, drawing the moisture from the air and straining her lungs but not impossibly so. Or perhaps she’d smoken heavily in previous years. It didn’t seem to rob her of breath control. She was good.
Devon leaned back to enjoy the song: a tale of fearful but necessary change. His lips pursed slightly, eyes narrowed as he listened. Lately, everything made him reflect on things.
>> "Pretty amazing, right?"
“Yes,” Devon nodded, glancing at his side. “She’s really too good to be out here,” he grinned. “But I’m glad she is. Makes waiting far easier. Nice to find some peace of mind in the hustle of all this.” His eyes went upward at looming concrete structures and dwindling light in the sky. Night was falling. “It’s what New York City’s all about I guess.”
That much was true. Hopefully just a way for her to pass time and make something of the evening. She deserved a proper audience at the very least, and a proper venue.
>>"But I'm glad she is. Makes waiting far easier. Nice to find some peace of mind in the hustle of all this."
Come to think of it, Levi hadn't had a chance to stop and just listen to this city before now. Caught up in the noise, he missed the moments of brilliance like this woman.
>>"It's what New York City's all about I guess."
"Sharing yourself." Maybe Levi was more focused on his inner dialogue than listening to the man, but that's what he got out of it. That's why he came. San Diego was fine. it was a home, and the people weren't harsh. Something about it just felt limiting.
Levi turned his phone face down and rested it in his lap. "I'm Levi," Levi smiled and turned to look at the dapper individual seated next to him. "You go here?"
Not exactly what Devon had meant, but he nodded just the same. Devon’s brow knit together slightly as he considered the words. Maybe sharing yourself was the right expression for those inclined to liberal arts, though Devon did spend much of himself in volunteering or working with others. Maybe that was the right term after all. In New York City you didn’t have much privacy and there were always many people around you, but just how close did they get? How much of yourself did you truly share? Certainly not with strangers, though the earlier thought Devon had had regarding pedestrians came to mind again. >> "I'm Levi. You go here?"
“I’m Devon,” he offered a hand in greeting while keeping his voice quieter than normal considering the performance nearby, “And I do. Well I graduated last spring but I’m still fairly involved. And you?” Devon didn’t ask if he was new. So many students at NYU and with the varied buildings, space… You could share the school for four years and still never meet until after graduation.
Levi quickly accepted the handshake. Devon's hands didn't seem to be phased by the frigid air like his own, and almost warmed Levi's momentarily.
>> "And I do. Well, I graduated last spring but I'm still fairly involved. And you?"
"Oh, nice. I'm transferring from San Diego University... supposed to start next semester. Still kinda figuring out what I want to do next." He had always been slightly jealous of people who seemed to have everything figured out. Almost four years out of high school, and he probably still had a couple to go before he had a degree in hand.
"I actually just came to get a feel for the campus today. Going to a conference soon on student life and getting started at NYU... in the..." Levi reached back for his phone to check again.
"The Kimmel Center." Levi looked out and around, "And I have no idea where that is."
Devon gave a nod as the guy returned his handshake and explained his new start.
“Ah welcome then,” Devon smiled as Levi continued. He was a California transplant but had moved only recently if he wasn’t already attending classes. That was interesting. Was it a sudden need, a sudden want, or maybe a change in venue was in order? Seemed odd to move right before the holidays and change schools at the same time. Maybe Devon was thinking about it too much, or so he told himself. There was a time he didn’t have a schedule at all, let alone a home so a little wanderlust was fine.
>> "I actually just came to get a feel for the campus today. Going to a conference soon on student life and getting started at NYU... in the..."
Devon chuckled briefly. Wanderlust after all. Didn’t know quite where he was going, did he?
>> "And I have no idea where that is."
“I do,” Devon nodded. “A good app will lead you about right, but you’d probably be on the wrong street and wrong side of the building. I’m headed there too anyway, so I can show you.” He stood slowly, glancing appreciatively over to the person still playing, still singing. He adjusted his bag to the side and slid the shoulder strap slightly before leading off.
“It’s good you’re checking out the campus. I’m sure you’ll find a lot of opportunity here. Many programs and offerings outside of class, let alone the rest of the city.”
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>> "I do... I'm headed there too anyway, so I can show you."
Well, that certainly worked out. He wouldn't have to wander around aimlessly, and he got to follow around a cute tour guide. Devon stood and looked over at the woman playing, and Levi's gaze followed suit. Levi stood and slid his phone into his jean pocket. After a brief moment, the two continued on past the fountain and towards the street. Levi tucked his hands into the ends of his sweater and crossed his arms as they walked. >>"It's good you're checking out the campus. I'm sure you'll find a lot of opportunity here. Many programs and offerings outside of class, let alone the rest of the city."
That was nice to hear. He wanted to be involved here. It's not that he wasn't back home. He had always had several extracurriculars, but looking back it always felt distant.
"Yeah, I want to find my place to help I guess," Levi ran his hand through his hair and quickly rested it back into his elbow. "So, what'd you study while you were here?"
Devon was proud of his accomplishments and proud he’d managed to get his life back in order, attend school, and then graduate. However, he knew and was even proof of the adage some whispered and mocked: psychologists wanted to figure themselves out. That’s right; he did. Not everyone appreciated a psychologist’s presence. They didn’t want to be studied and analyzed. It felt like an invasion to some. Devon knew if he were an empath or a telepath he’d have been able to read people with greater skill, but that didn’t always help the person. Sometimes they didn’t understand why they were angry or how to resolve their struggles. That’s where a psychologists came in, someone who’d studied behavior, had knowledge of various disorders, recognized problems and helped offer solutions.
Of course, Devon had ultimately needed the help of a psychiatrist: someone who could take it a step further and prescribe medication. While he still struggled with some internalized disdain for a focus on the disease and less on the person, he still appreciated what his psychiatrist helped him accomplish. It wasn’t all Devon that had gotten him to this point…
“Well that’s what my degree is in anyone,” Devon grinned. “And do you have an intended major?” he asked as a brow arched upwards in question. “By the sound of it some sampling of what NYU and the city have to offer might help you refine your interests. I’ve known some who changed three times while here. I know someone else who couldn’t choose and so decided on two majors. It happens.”
The blue eyed guide glanced back toward the fountain; he found his ears straining to hear the plucking melodies of the performer. There seemed something more to it. Sometimes music did seem like magic the way it reached into you. Maybe he was just sensitive after everything last month.
“If not a major,” Devon glanced back. “Maybe a few possible interests?”
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>> "Psychology."
A half-grin crept across Levi's face. His introductory psych class was one of his favorites when he was in San Diego. It was the individualistic focus of what fascinated him the most - sociology. The ever-changing social structures that affect everyday life all start there.
>> "And do you have an intended major?"
The man's question quickly ended Levi's momentary smile. He was constantly changing and rethinking that very thing, and it was a factor in his decision to take the fall semester off and relocate. He wanted to help people; to push for progressive social change. There were several paths to consider in that field. Levi thought about how sometimes he would imagine being interviewed about various social issues and how he would answer them on talk shows or political roundtables. How he might present a TED talk about mutant rights, toxic masculinity... hell, anything really. He just loved the idea of sharing his ideas and educating people. Unfortunately by the time most of these ideas flashed through Levi's mind, he would quickly check his own ego. People probably wouldn't want to hear any of that anyways.
>> "If not a major, maybe a few possible interests?"
Levi looked up from watching his own footsteps and noticed Devon glance back behind them. Levi's head followed and he took in one last view of the square as they approached the street crossing. Turning back, he briefly made eye contact with the man before averting his gaze. "Yeah, I'm still working on the major side of things," Levi reached up to scratch the back of his head. "Psych was interesting. I wanna focus on society and politics, though. Like I really enjoy cultural studies and diversity classes. Creating social change, and really being aware of how our systems affect different communities."
Levi, shut up. Shut up. You literally sound like the people you roll your eyes at in class when they're pretending to know what they're talking about but they're just rambling about nothing.
To stop himself from rambling on, Levi took a breath. "I just want to make things better, but I'm not sure how yet."
Devon noted the half-grin that died on Levi’s lips. Training and the ability to read body language aside, that was pretty obvious. Clearly Levi was feeling a little lost or even guilty for not having a major planned. Devon wasn’t too surprised; most people found their calling in college. Only reason Devon had an idea before coming into it was because of the challenges he’d had and then he threw himself into psychology.
>> "Yeah, I'm still working on the major side of things,"
“Takes time,” Devon said simply as Levi continued. He nodded easily since he agreed Psychology was an interesting subject. The old adage of understanding yourself rang quite true with Devon. But the talk of sociology and politics made his grin spread all the wider, lines curving around his eye for the genuine quality of it all. Seemed like all the activists were coming to NYU now. That was great for the school and for the city. Devon nodded a few more times at mention of their systems but raised an eyebrow in question too.
>> "I just want to make things better, but I'm not sure how yet."
Devon chuckled a little as they neared. “I think that’s pretty standard but a good place to start from. I was the same way when I started here,” he nodded once more as the Kimmel Center came into view as they rounded a corner of their path. “I’d encourage you to get settled, make sure you’ve got your classes in order, and then look for where you want to and can spend your time and energy. A lot of places will be happy to have your enthusiasm. It took me longer than I wanted but that’s how I got involved volunteering with Sanctuary, a homeless shelter and community center.
“But tell me more about this systems impact,” his arched eyebrow popped up again as his grin melted into a warm smile. He shrugged his shoulders a little, “That’s not really something I heard about. Do you mean like home loan difficulties, school systems funded by property tax difficulties, election structures…?” Devon’s question trailed off as he sought the depth of this guy’s curiosity. Wait til he told Celeste she has a fellow new undergrad with socio-political cares!
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>>"It took me longer than I wanted but that's how I got involved volunteering with Sanctuary, a homeless shelter and community center."
Sanctuary. The name sounded familiar to Levi. It was mentioned in the post about the conference... or maybe he heard about it at work. He couldn't remember exactly.
>>"But tell me more about this systems impact... Do you mean like home loan difficulties, school systems funded by property tax difficulties, election structures...?"
Levi let out a barely audible laugh to himself. "Well, our presidential election structure is ridiculously outdated. It may as well go hand in hand with our justice system with how flawed it is. I mean we practically set up the people at the bottom of our economy to fall into crime, and then expect them to defend themselves in court with overburdened public defenders. Minorities end up with ridiculously biased sentences, and then we tell them 'Oh yeah, by the way, you can't vote anymore.' Just for smoking - nonviolent offenses. It's just--"
He stopped himself to breathe and because he realized he was ranting again. Talking politics with strangers was almost always a dumb choice, yet he managed to do it consistently.
"It just... needs a lot of work." Levi took a closer look at the building ahead as they neared the entrance of the Kimmel Center. He was eager to listen to the speakers that evening, and finding some warmth wouldn't hurt too much either.
Devon has asked to hear more from Levi’s perspective and he got it. Someone wasn’t happy with the election; who was after all of this? He and Haven had numerous problems with the federal government’s activities, the White House in particular. They were going backwards, not forwards and not only mutants were in the crosshairs. The election structure and justice system both needed to advance.
Comments on economy and criminal activity were common, but to consider really the system and the process through it showed consideration you might not get from an otherwise eloquent white male. A consideration for the minority groups, the targeted, the struggling was great to hear. Devon frowned, nodding, and understanding too well the frustration. That frustration often led to the need to do something more…
>> "It just... needs a lot of work."
“I agree completely and yes, it does,” Devon nodded and then chuckled. “But there’s hope when people like you recognize it and continue to work toward that change. The energy and the focus to strive for better. That’s why we’re here, right?” he gestured up to the building. He was still grinning after the laughter had left his throat; it was hard not too after witnessing the fervor in Levi’s ranting.
The lobby of the building was busy with activity, voices crescendoing in excitement and eager energy not unlike the sounds Devon had just heard. “I’ve got to use the facilities before things begin so I’ll catch up with you after. Otherwise, it was very nice to meet you,” Devon smiled, offering his hand for another handshake as other guests hurried inside.