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.
Svetlana watched the shadow-like copy solidify as her powers boosted the man by touch. Mutant. He had a convenient way of testing her abilities. Damn. She jerked her head away as he touched her face. He didn't need to be that creepy about it.
"It does have limits. I'm not a god. Whatever you think my power can do for you, gotta tell you, boosting's not gonna make you a god either. I suggest Viagra."
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Sveta watched Devon. He thought of her words as compliments, but she meant them. Sveta had been jaded for a long time; Haven was the first place in decades that had given her something to actually believe in. Sometimes it still felt ridiculous that she did. And now Devon was back, looking worn, but all business about fixig things. Again.
Sveta sighed, setting her food aside, and walked around the desk to sit next to him.
"Alright, we'll circle back to that. Eat. No offense, but you look like sh*t." she smiled softly, which was a rare sight. "How are you? Personally?"
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Sveta's eyes narrowed. So, this guy knew about her powers. Damn. That was not unexpected - usually the reason why she got abducted - but she disliked that information leaking anyway, and it had been a while. She had been careful not to tell people anymore. She just hoped this did not mean Haven had a mole.
"Tell you what, you tell me where you got that intel, and I'll tell you what you want to know."
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"Is that an American joke?" Sveta shot back, watching the man warily. The fancy one were always a little unhinged. Much worse than the goods. Her eyes followed his movements, wondering what exactly he was. Mystic? Mutant? Adapted? Mafia? A combination of the above? Damn, the list of her enemies was long.
Sveta sighed, sitting back as much as her bindings allowed her.
"You might be new to this, so I'm gonna tell you how it works. I get kidnapped on average once a year, sometimes more. Mutant extremists, human extremists, whatever, you name it. Eventually I always get out, with or without help. And yes, I have failsafes in place. So. Why don't you cut the sh*** and tell me which brand of idiot you are and what you want from me, and then we can go on our merry way?"
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Sveta rolled her eyes at his compliment. Always a charmer. No wonder Devon was so successful talking money out of people. Haven needed a leader like that; despite her bet efforts, Sveta was not exactly warm and likable. Even though Pippa made her work on her accent.
"SUPER is not a problem for now" he picked up her own bowl of noodles. "Sang has it under control... we can coordinate, or at least stay out of each other's way. She's doing the right thing." For now, anyway. Sveta kept an eye on things.
"The IE... is pretty much me." she admitted with a frown. "I've been pulling a whole lot of weight around her. I'm not complaining" she held up a gloved hand. "It's important work. And I'm good at... some of it. But there are parts I can't do. Mail order bride school never prepped me for running a corporation like this. Go figure." she noted with a smirk. "And I'm not you. No one's you, Devon. If I didn't know what your actual powers are, I'd say it's a power you have... people follow you, not me." The did for a while, but only because she stepped up from the IE. "We'll need new people, and we need to pick them carefully. Lányi's already on the inside track... But we'll need more."
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"Well, Noel technically worked there before us, so she decided to go back... they had some adventures with being de-aged, if that means anything to you. And both are missing some memories. Very conveniently. I asked Jude about it - he runs BlacTac now - but he didn't have anything more enlightening to share." Sveta shrugged. Her - not well advertised - ex running security, that was just insult to injury. "We do need some updates to the IE. But I didn't want to make that decision without you."
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Sveta raised her glass too; hers had more in it than his. She was more than used to it. And this was going to be a long conversation, even the cliffnotes version. It felt like she was about to confess to a whole lot of things.
"Alright, here it goes" she said, taking a drink. "Um... we lost Ranger and Noel to SUPER, and most of the IE have dispersed. On the plus side, I have a working relationship with SUPER... more or less. Sang is trying to keep in on the straight an narrow, and I have someone on the inside making sure she does." So far, so good. Sveta had a frenemy thing going with Sabine. "What else... um. We have the CLASS facility open for mutants, and emergency first responders. I did a whole press conference about it. It's part of a community outreach project you'll hear more about. But. Cliffnotes." Sveta kicked off her heels and took a seat in her chair, trying to keep the timeline in her head straight. "Uh. There was a mafia turf war in the neighborhood, and we were in the middle of it. Quite a few fights... I had to venture on the vigilante side to bash some heads, but it seems like they have accepted our presence now. They crashed some charity auctions and galery openings, but learned that we can hit back harder. Or at least I can." She had not been doing most of that in Haven colors. Sveta took another sip. "Talking about that... turns out, magic is real. Now we have goddamn wizards running around. Some are nicer than others, and some of them are in a straight up damn anti-mutant cult. Upside... there is a guy, calls himself Hercules, that I'm on good terms with. Downside... there is also a wizard detective that caught me doing the vigilante thing, so now we have an arrangement to exchange some information. I'm keeping him at bay, for now." Hopefully. Sveta closed her eyes. What else? "Oh. Also got an arrangement with Senator Lányi. She's a Haven asset angling to be on the IE. She helps us, we help her. She's a mutant, and she is trustworthy. And clever. And actually wants to do the right thing which is rare for a politician." She added with a smirk. "I... guess that's it? I'm sure there's more that I forgot."
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Sveta walked down the hallway, a short walk from the conference room to the elevator and then up to her office, aware of the glances they got from workers they passed. No doubt the news of Hadden's return were all over the building now. Once they entered her office she walked to her desk and called down to order two meals. They had the routine down; with the amount of work she did, she often ate in her office. With that one, she moved to a side table that had various bottles on it. "Drink?" God knew she needed one. She poured some whiskey for herself, and whatever he asked for, before leaning back against her desk. "So... you want the cliffnotes version of what you missed?"
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"I'm gonna keep that option open for later." she returned his smirk, then sighed again. It was... a lot. All of this. And he looked very guilty about leaving her along. "... It's good to see you, Devon. Welcome back."
Maybe things would be different now. Although, given their track record, she doubted it. "We've got a lot to catch up on. Come on. My office has drinks."
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So... he didn't have an explanation. Not a coherent one, really. Prisoner, private projects, finding himself... Sveta didn't doubt that he was telling the truth. The truth was just... not what she'd imagined in the past years. In the end he jus... decided not to check in?
Sveta let out a frustrated huff.
"God, I really wanted to punch you if you ever showed up again" she muttered. "But it would probably be bad for the city..." she glanced outside the window at the snow-covered buildings. "Wait... that was you?"
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Everyone left. They were probably taking bets on what was going to happen next, but Sveta didn't mind. They'd tell them later... whatever the public version of the story was. For now, as the door closed, she walked around the table to take a closer look at Hadden. He looked... worn. And also extremely apologetic.
"Were you kindapped?" It wasn't an accusation. It was a completely possibility, and no one knew it better than her. In the face of an awkward situation, Sveta resorted to practicalities. "Trapped in an alternate dimension? De-aged? Cursed?... Mortally ill? In witness protection?" Those were just the options off the top of her head. She wanted to make sure she had the moral footing before she'd punch him in the nose.
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Out of all the well-funded mutant rights joints in this town, Devon Hadden had to walk into... the one he owned.
For a long, endless moment, Sveta stared at him, frozen. At first, she only registered his presence. It was definitely him, but much different from what he had looked like the last time she'd seen him. Years ago. She suspected she probably looked different too. She had never been one for pencil skirts before.
After the first shock, she registered the small differences. Probably so did everybody else. Sveta became aware of the slight tick-tack motion of heads an eyes in the room, moving between her and him.
Well, wasn't this awkward. Who was supposed to give the orders here? Some of these people had not even been here back before Hadden left.
"Everyone please leave. We'll pick this up later."
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Sveta recognized a kidnapping when she saw one. And she had seen a lot of them. That didn't make her hate them any less, though. At least these guys did not seem efficient enough to be SUPER. That would have just added insult to injury.
She drew her gun and fired, dropping two men before something hit her in the neck. F**ck. What she shot?... Nope, she would be dead if someone shot her in the neck. What the... Her gloved fingers found the dart as her vision began to grow fuzzy around the edges. She forced herself to take some steps but she knew she could not get far.
"Oh, sh***." she muttered in Russian before she collapsed.
****
Sveta blinked slowly as she returned to consciousness. Where was she?... Kidnapped. Right. Must be Tuesday. She was sitting in a chair, tied up. She looked up, trying to focus her vision through the pounding headache.
"Who are you morons?..."
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If Sveta had to choose between another kidnapping and another budget meeting, she would have chosen the former. Sadly, no one gave her that choice. She had recently been kidnapped (again), and now she was in a budget meeting. Worst of both worlds.
Sveta smoothed down her blouse with gloved hands as she did her level best to follow the slides as they were presented. At least she had managed to keep Haven afloat in Devon's absence. It had been a team effort, but at least she managed to work with people she trusted, and educate herself (with lots of hard work) enough to see when things were not on the up and up. As the only active member of the IE, it was a whole lot of overtime. But they were actually helping people. Both on and off the books.
Sveta squared her shoulders, making herself focus on the numbers in front of her. One step at a time.
And then the door opened.
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Detective Travis and Svetlana had kind of a routine now. They would meet in clandestine ways that bordered on noir movies, and exchange bits of information both of them tried to pass off as more significant than they were, while keeping a whole lot of secrets. It... worked, more or less. It was better than the alternative, anyway. This time, Travis seemed more on edge than usual. He had info the police could not use. Sveta did not like the sound of that. But it was information anyway.
>>”Here. The information is on the drive. Straight from One Police Plaza. I could lose my ass giving you this so make good use of it. And for the love of God, don’t plug it into a computer connected to the internet and destroy it when you’re done.”
"I'm not an amateur" Sveta smirked at him. He used magic to shift himself - something she was also getting used to - and left. She paused, letting him shuffle away so that she could leave some time later, in another direction. She strolled slowly in the opposite way, turning the corner of the factory building to head down an alley back towards Haven.
She didn't make it far.
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