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.
That was interesting to Ion. Evelyn knew she was a mutant but an aspect of her power was new. Perhaps if the cause of him being here in the future was his future self becoming young than perhaps her future self had developed the power? William set the thought aside. There was not enough information to support any theories at the moment.
As for reliving memories, that seemed wonderous to William. Perfect recall of events. Not to mention that if the echoes as Evelyn called them were the reason she was studying at such a high level, they could be an incredible boon in careers where observation and recall were paramount. Such as the field that interested him. Law.
As Evelyn answered his questions, William took a seat at the table. No sense having a conversation standing up when seats were so readily available.
Even if Evelyn’s echoes could be wrong, the way it operated was amazing. It was exactly what someone would need to become a real life Sherlock Holmes. A running commentary of observations that they could use to reach deductive conclusions.
”I am envious. That is the kind of ability I wish I had.” William said, his tone conveying his genuine wish to have a power like it. ”I do some kind of electric thing. I am not sure how though.” William held out his hands and tried to will them to do something. Arc electricity or give off the coronal discharge like before. Nothing. He tried again, closing his eyes to concentrate. Again nothing happened.
William shrugged. ”I’ve only been able to make it work a few times.” He slumped into his seat. He was upset with the fact his power wouldn’t turn on when he wanted. It was his and it did its own thing. The lack of control was incredibly frustrating. William didn’t notice the faint purpleish glow emanating from anywhere resembling a corner on his person. Shoulders, ears, elbows, folds on his clothes...
They were not the only people to have the same experience. She was luckier than William was. Waking up in an apartment instead of in an apartment garage. All William knew of himself mostly came from the police while trying to identify him.
The other thing that interested William was the girl talking about her mutation. A mutation that prevents her from forgetting. Though it didn’t help in that particular instance. Before waking up in New York, William had only met a couple mutants. Hell, before waking up in New York he didn’t know that he was a mutant.
”I woke up slumped against a car that I am fairly confident is mine.” William said. ”Didn’t even know I was a mutant until later that day.”
The girl shook his hand…
[Distraction, confusion.]
William straightened up at the sudden voice. He looked around, but no one was there talking to them. He took his hand back and the girl introduced herself as Evelyn. And apologized for the voices in her head. Which William surmised as what he heard.
”That… That is wild.” William was intrigued by the ‘echoes’. Voices in Evelyn’s head that allowed her to not forget things. ”Do they always talk to you? Are they always right or can they be wrong?...” William cut himself off. He didn’t know how polite it was to barrage someone with questions about their mutation. As someone who recently learned they were a mutant he found the whole idea of having an ability fascinating.
After a few moments of waiting, a female voice responded. This surprised William. He was not used to places where people responded to the doorbell remotely. The sergeant took it in stride though.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m Sergeant Bishop with the NYPD. With me is William Faraday, he was down at the station today and he had an incident.” William shied away slightly at the mention of what happened at the police station. “I cannot confirm his identity to try and find his legal guardian. I thought it better to bring him here while we sort everything out. No sense putting a kid in a cell when there is another option, am I right?”
William, visibly uncomfortable, put his hands in his pockets to wait. He had been forthcoming with the sergeant and after hours of back and forth, there was nothing to show for it. The person William claimed to be was in his thirties and owned the car he had been joyriding.
What William did not know was that the fingerprints of William that were taken matched the fingerprints of William Maxwell Faraday that were taken when he was licensed to practice law. That is when the sergeant decided it was time to visit the mansion. He was not Mutant Related Crimes and something strange was happening that the good people at the mansion would be best equipped to address.
Invest in an e-reader? William knew Sony made one, but he had never met anyone who had one or even talked about getting one. Perhaps after fifteen years they had caught on. Good for Sony. ”A lot less unwieldy, that’s for sure.”
William followed the girl toward another area that turned out to be a den. As she spoke he deposited her books onto the table they had stopped at. She was talking about needing to go to the public library after she was done with the present texts. William considered himself pretty bright and studious, a cut above other students… But this child was making him feel like a dullard and a slouch.
The kid then surprised William further by referring to her last adulthood. His eyebrows had shot straight up. From what he had been able to gather he had been an adult at some point and had lost fifteen years. This child had seemingly had the same experience. Albeit she was left a fairly younger than he was.
”Do you remember being an adult?” William asked. If she could remember events from her past adulthood, maybe there was a way he could as well.
Skipping the question of if William was new, the kid stated it as a fact and asked about him already taking classes. The tone indicating less that she was curious if he was and more that she was surprised he was. Such matter of factness from a child was strange.
”Yes, I’m new.” William confirmed, ”And they have already assigned me to classes. I am glad though, I am not sure what I would do otherwise. I’m William, by the way.” William added the introduction at the end as he realized he had never introduced himself and he did not know the child’s name. He held out his hand.
”Sure there is. You would just have to be the District Attorney.” For them, all of those books would be but simplifications most likely.
Instead of a thank you William received a request to place the book back on top of the stack it had just fallen from. William raised an eyebrow at that, shrugged, and went to place the book back on top. He stopped short when he noticed the stack about to lose some more of itself.
William shifted True Crime to his other hand with his own book and reached out to grab the lowest book sliding off the stack. ”Why don’t you let me help you with these.” He lifted the books he had grabbed off the stack. Then quickly brought them to his chest as his wrist did not like him holding them all up in such an awkward way.
Normally William would not be as willing to help a child. He was a teenager and therefore generally above such things, but the kid was over eagerly trying to study rather advanced material. William respected that. Regardless of age, the pursuit of knowledge was commendable.
The mansion was now home as well as school for William. The world had moved on around fifteen years and had left him behind. Everything was different. Technology, the world, his friends and family, everything. That left him with nothing but the mansion.
At the very least he did have his own clothes. No more evidence room leftovers. Khakis and a polo, his normal school affair had been easy enough to scrounge up.
William had not only been assigned a room, he had also been assigned classes. Those classes included required reading. Conveniently, the mansion had a library where he could find all his required texts. Texts which could distract William from the most startling thing that had happened since he had awoken in New York City.
He could create electricity.
As it was, William had little to no control of when and how his power worked. The promise was that he could be taught control. Something William was certainly keen on. So much so that he would uncharacteristically daydream about it. Which led him to almost stumble into a child as he walked.
Noticing the girl with just enough time to stop, William noticed a book fall from the top of her stack. He came to the defense of the book and, holding the lone book he carried in his left hand, just managed to catch the falling book in his right.
”Careful there.” William said before turning the book over to look at it’s title. True Crime. William looked from the book to the child and cocked his head. She had quite the stack and the content was likely all of a similar level. ”Found yourself some light reading?”
The Syndicate continued to run. Ion exercised his influence as the counselor from behind the scenes. He had thought that he had kept his entanglement with the organization hidden from all those with whom he did not have direct dealings.
He was wrong.
In an effort to neutralize the Syndicate, a group within SUPER had outed Ion as a high ranking member and put an operation into action to deal with him. Had they simply arrested him they would have a legal fight on their hands. Even were it to occur in the secretive Mutant Intelligence Surveillance Court or MISC. Killing him could create a violent reaction from Syndicate.
Luckily for SUPER, there was a third option.
Ion was leaving his office and walking to his electric car one afternoon when a murdered out SUV skidded to a stop in front of him. Immediately his power flared to life. The glow of Saint Elmo’s fire reflecting back at him from the shine of the SUV. Electricity arced from finger to finger on his hand. A stall tactic. Look as menacing as possible while while his power was still building in lethality.
The door opened. A man in a suit stepped out. Ion’s power winked out. Before Ion could even work through what had happened, a tranquilizer dart sprouted from his neck. His eyes pupils dilated and he slumped forward into the waiting arms of the adapted.
Over the next couple days, Ion had brief moments of consciousness. None were long enough for him to attempt anything to escape the fate SUPER had planned for him. He was aware of being in some place like a hospital. He had an IV and was wired to monitors. One time a man noticed that Ion was conscious and told him that, “Soon. Very soon you will no longer be a threat to National Security. For now though, rest. You have quite the day tomorrow.”
After that he awoke one last time before there was nothing.
William awoke. Last he remembered he had been in his bed. Now he sat, leaning against a fancy car he had never seen before, in a parking garage. He stood up and looked around him. The other cars had New York license plates. Which was odd. One car having a New York plate would interesting. Every car he saw… That was worrying.
Looking around the parking garage William confirmed that almost every car was from New York. The ones that were not were from other Northeastern states. He walked back toward the electric blue car he had been leaning against when suddenly the door handles protruded and little lights turned on illuminating them.
It was as if the car had chosen him.
William opened the driver side door and sat down in the car. Conveniently he had recently earned his driver license. He looked for how to start the car. There was no ignition to put a key in. There was no button to start it. The car seemed to be running though. Everything inside the car was operating, but he could neither hear nor feel an engine running. William shrugged and then put the car in reverse.
It moved.
After he backed out of the spot he put it in drive. It continued to drive.
”Let’s see what this car can do.” William said as he pulled out of the garage and onto a street. The car was incredibly responsive and he wanted to make the most of it.
It was a few hours later that William found himself sitting in a New York City police station. A motors officer trying to verify Williams identity. William knew he was in trouble and was trying to cooperate with the officer. The officer was none too pleased at William. The officer insisted he was lying because William Maxwell Faraday was in his thirties. William protested, he even provided his birthday to help narrow the search. The officer said it was… 2020? That couldn’t be right, William knew it was 2005 and that he was 16.
The officer and William went back and forth and it wasn’t long before the officer yelled. William flinched back. He then fell off his chair as his body was covered in the purpleish glow of a coronal discharge. William thought he was on fire. He slid across the floor using his hands to propel himself. Several officers stood up and approached.
”Help me!” William said to them. He held out a hand and an arc of electricity shot out and struck one of the officers. A few of the others drew their service pistols. One of them, a sergeant told them to lower their weapons and spoke to Ion.
“Hey kid. It’s alright. No one’s hurting you. This is all you.” The sergeant stepped closer. “Take a deep breath. There you go.”
Focused on the sergeant, William did as he was told. He tried to calm himself and breathed deeply. Slowly the discharge faded away. The sergeant held out a hand to help WIlliam up.
“Novak. I’ll take care of the kid. Get back on patrol.”
William sat with the sergeant for a few hours as he tried to look William up in their database. The sergeant was calm and non accusatory. He told WIlliam that William was a mutant and not to worry. There was somewhere that William could go and he could stay until the whole mess was sorted out.
The sergeant also found a set of clothing that fit William better. The suit he had been wearing was almost the right size. It was as if it was made for him after a couple more years of growing. Jeans, tennis shoes, a band T-shirt, and a jacket.
It was nearly sunset when the police SUV pulled up at the mansion. The sergeant killed the engine and climbed out. William followed his lead and got out of the vehicle.
“This place is good to gifted kids like yourself. You’ll see.” The sergeant said as he waived William to follow him.
The pair of them walked to the front door and the sergeant rang the doorbell.
”You’re welcome.” Ion said, his tone conveying somewhat that thanks was not necessary. He would never do something for a thank you, always with another motive, and so a thank you wasn’t something he often cared about.
There was a pause before Celestina answered the question. To Ion the pause meant she was considering raining legal hell down on her parents. There was no doubt they deserved every bit of it. Eventually Celestina replied, "How about in the middle?"
Ion nodded and clapped his hands together. ”The middle it is.” Ion produced his phone and after a moment of swiping around he began to type into it as he spoke to Celestina. ”Most of their trouble will not affect you. Motions and filings they have to respond to. Headaches and paperwork, at the end you’ll have a single afternoon in court. Assuming they don’t drop it before then.”
After he finished speaking he entered a few more things into his phone before turning it off. He had typed himself a brief synopsis of there conversation and made a few notes to himself of how to proceed.
Keeping him from something important? There was always something important Ion could be doing. A case that he could be working on or something less above board. He was the counselor in the Syndicate afterall. An attorney who truly believed it isn’t what the truth was, it was what the police could prove. ”Not going to law school sounds like a wise decision. There is always something important to be doing, but breaks to have fun and destress are more important.”
As for what she did, Zoe was a zebra trainer. A job that seemed a bit of a misnomer based on her description. ”So… You are more of a zebra wrangler.” The title had the benefit of evoking an image of a cowboy or vaquero breaking, riding, and otherwise working with an animal.As for outside of work, Zoe listed activities that would largely be done at home. Ion idly wondered if Zoe was more of a homebody than a social butterfly. There wasn’t enough information to form a fact-pattern.
Ion stopped himself. He didn’t need to analyze the woman like this was voir dire.
”Quite the creative type.” Ion gave her a smile.
What did he do when he wasn’t lawyering? ”Not much lately. Lawyering has all but consumed my time. Back in law school I hustled pool… It was good for beer money.” Ion thought for a moment before adding, ”I have been playing the grand piano in the lobby at work though. It is an excellent way to clear your head.”
The waiter returned with the wine. Ion thanked him and took the bottle before removing a cork and pouring two glasses.
“Are you ready to order?” Asked the waiter.
”I’ll have the fugu,.” Ion siad to the waiter before turning to Zoe and adding, ”It pairs well with the wine.”
Spare Strike Lanes had terminated an employee, Russ Henderson, and they alleged it was in response to him destroying company property and scaring away patrons. Mr. Henderson claimed it was because he was a mutant and the owners had been looking for an opportunity to terminate him.
Mr. Henderson had retained the services of the firm Ion worked for Ion went down to Spare Strike Lanes to do a little digging. He had requested all documentation regarding Mr. Henderson and security footage of the event in question during discovery. Now he was speaking with employees about the situation to provide perspective.
Ion had spent most of the day outside. The last thing he wanted was management hounding him as he tried to interview employees. This meant he needed to speak with the employees as they made their way outside on break, taking out the trash, or just loafing. He had managed to speak with a few employees before one who was obviously a mutant stepped outside.
Perfect.
”Excuse me, miss. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions about Russ? Ion asked as he approached the robotic looking woman. Her perspective would be worth an order of magnitude more than those of the employees he had spoken to already that day.
It seemed that Laura had been tight lipped to both Ion and Zoe. Which was fair enough, it forced the pair to engage each other instead of just falling on Laura’s brief. ”There are days it seems that is all I am.” Ion said. Being a lawyer could at times be so demanding on your time there wasn’t a moment for anything else. ”All she told me was that you work for a zoo.”
Wine was agreeable, she just asked whether they wanted red or white. ”That depends on what you would like to eat. A white would go better with the seafood and a red best with red meat.” Ion explained, ”Sakura is known for their seafood.” Ion then turned to the waiter and ordered a bottle of a very expensive bottle of white wine. One that he knew paired exceedingly well with fugu.
The waiter turned to Zoe to see if she would like anything else before bowing and leaving. ”Tell me about yourself, Zoe.”
Ion didn’t have to wait long before he saw the hostess leading a blonde woman in white and black to the table. Just above average height for women, cute, she appeared to have an average build but the jacket made that difficult to confirm… He stopped himself from evaluating her. Had he continued he’d likely begin to categorize her like he was in voir dire and she was a prospective juror. Not the best way to interact with a date.
When she reached the table she greeted him and introduced herself. Ion smiled politely back at her and once she had sat extended his hand across the table, ”Nice to meet you, Zoe. Laura has told me next to nothing about you.” he stated in the tone people usually used to exclaim that someone had heard ’all about them.’. Humor was always a safe icebreaker.
Seeing that both parties had arrived at the table, the waiter, a man named Miyazaki, came by to take drink orders. Ion gave the drink menu a quick look before asking Zoe, ”Wine?”
Celestina looked shocked, someone offering professional help for her at no cost was clearly not something she had been expecting. Offering to work for someone pro bono was not something Ion had expected when he went into the diner for lunch, either. ”I’m sure.” Ion answered, smiling. ”I’ve got a soft spot for mutants in trouble.” And he had a quota for pro bono work to meet.
Ion produced one of his business cards. It has the firm’s name, his name, the address, and his direct line. ”Here is my card. My number is on it if you need to reach me.” He passed over the card before, with a gleam in his eye, asking, ”How completely do you want to beat them? Do you just want to win the case and move on or do you want to bury them in litigation so completely they’ll do anything to get back above water? Somewhere in the middle?”
Ion parked his blue Edison Model S along the side of a ritzy, industrial chic Japanese restaurant. Or rather, he pulled up next to a spot and the vehicle parallel parked itself. Sakura had small outdoor section, but as the owners had gentrified a small warehouse it was a large indoor venue.
When he provided his name to the hostess, Ion was walked to a table with an excellent view of a pair of set of Tesla coils that had been set up in a cleared area of the venue. Ion thanked the hostess and took his seat. One must always be courteous to those who can influence your food. He would wait for his date to arrive to order. In the meantime he checked his phone. Work never quit after all.
A fellow attorney had set Ion up on a blind date. A friend of hers, Zoe, was to meet him there. The friend had set it up, all Ion and Zoe had to do was provide their names to the hostess and they would be sat at the same table. No need for pinned flowers or other accessories.This worked well for Ion, he didn’t want to have to pin something to his suit jacket. A green suit with a striped button up underneath. No tie, this wasn’t an event so formal he needed one.
The friend had let Ion choose the venue, as long as it met her approval. Ion had always been a fan of singing Tesla coils, or Thoramins as they were sometimes called. A display of how beautiful electricity could be. From there the friend made the arrangements.