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.
>> "An honor to finally meet the man behind it all, Mr. Hadden. And it was my pleasure to do my part. Sveta made it easy to help her; she's pretty damn impressive,"
“The honor is mine, and Sveta is amazing,” Devon smiled gently with a glance to her as she poured herself a drink. “Agreed.”
It was troubling to hear the Senator could confirm the real corruption at the heart of the political system, but that was to be expected. Humanity was at the center of it, and people could be corrupted. Organized religion had the same issues. Too many influential and wealthy people, groups, corporations had found their way to make a business of all things including government. He gave a nod at Zselyke’s desire to do more.
Sveta was quick with the concerns of security, and that was understandable. He worried how much it was on her mind. They’d already taken some additional steps and Devon had a couple items in motion that for now he’d keep close to his chest. But there was an idea he had, silly as it might be…
“Yes, life happens quickly sometimes. Sveta, thankfully, has kept things operating even while I was away, a true queen amongst our operations. It is good to be meeting like this,” his blue eyes turned back to Zselyke. “And, I’m glad you already work for change,” Devon nodded once more, “And glad you agree. The Other is a very good way to put those that need help, need someone fighting for them in all the ways that can matter and have influence.”
“As for secrecy, yes. I often worry what backdoor organizations those with the opposite intent have formed,” he canted his head slightly in thought. “However, I have considered perhaps other steps might be taken, especially where increasingly anything is possible…” he frowned in a small way that matched Sveta’s.
“The late 19th century and into the early 20th saw some social clubs formed with the intent of change. Masks, similar robes, voice modulation…” he had to chuckle now. “For now, with we three, I’d rather avoid further theatrics. However, we do model our titles based on the Jungian archetypes. It allows for some anonymity in communication. Svetlana is our Rebel,” Devon smiled. “Are you familiar with them, Senator?”
The brute fell back, thrashing and screaming from the burns but the rage of his failure at taking Rex down was all the more consuming. Bullet fire occasionally hit his shield, which proved a fiery dome of brilliant and burning inspiration over him. A number of items had been spilled out over the table including rolexes and diamond tennis bracelets. There was wads of cash, the occasional ring…
Tempest spotted the hiding nerd, who looked up as the winds amongst the rafters whistled an eerie arrival. They started to move but the force of a gust pushed them back against it as Tempest descended. “Laptop, whatever you’re using, where is it?” he asked in demand.
They screamed, terrified as the mutant with the sunglasses drew a few feet closer. It was eerie to see the winds barely tousling his hair as yet the meanwhile blew with such strength the nerd could not move. The crate creaked under the attention.
“I don’t care what got you here; I’m not going to hurt you,” Tempest said urgently. “Computer. Where?” he asked again, screaming loudly.
“Back- back office-” they screamed in a whimper.
The father’s watch was nowhere upon the table. The bullet fire had become harder upon Rex’s shield, the pistol-bearers having realized where they found the brightness meant Rex was there. The pistol-bearers who’d been the ones to shake down the father… Was one wearing an old watch?
Devon gave a simple nod as Sveta said she was holding up. His eyes stayed on Sveta as he moved to stand before the large windows, his back to the overcast sky and the struggling sunshine that urged through. It was only a few minutes later than one of the upper echelon was guiding the Senator in.
Senator Zselyke Lányi was a woman of mid-height, but presence. Her stature spoke of capability and frequent activity, even if it was not athletic. Fair skinned and hazel eyed, she had a warmth and fair glow about her. Her style was professional but modern. This was a person of practiced precision and charm; Devon had read up on her after Sveta’s mention. If ever there was a politician to invite into the Inner Echelon…
The immediate apology but rush for the scotch brought a smile to Devon’s face and he realized he hadn’t smiled in days. He wrinkled his nose at the mention of the call with the Kentucky senator. Devon had grown irritated with fighting the same policies and having the same conversations over the last decade: gun control, racism, homophobia, climate change, and now ableism and transphobia. This is why Haven had less lawful actions to take…
Sveta spoke up and a quick snicker left Devon’s lips as he then bit at the lower one. He looked to his peer with a very faint grin, but a slight concern in his eyes. She was right after all. His gaze turned back to the Senator as he was introduced and he gave a slight bow of his head.
“A pleasure, Senator. I thank you for your time, your support of Sveta, and your actions elsewhere,” he smiled. “And considering you’re a busy, hardworking individual I won’t waste your time. We not only want to count you amongst the membership of Haven but we want you to be part of the leadership at Haven that’s willing to work at what must be done, not only what we can try to do.” Stepping away from the windows, he gestured down at the floor.
“We’ve many volunteers, teachers, contributors, people of all walks of life within Haven. Still there are others we bring in closer, higher within our trust,” he raised a hand as he reached the far wall and turned to face Sveta and Zselyke. “Here they learn of activities and plans that frankly skirt the law or sometimes go around it. We can’t abide by every sovereign country’s laws, and won’t, and sometimes that means the laws here. Even at home, the people need support and I’m not sure that’s just minority individuals and mutants anymore considering… Frankly, there’s people from Kentucky who need more education than any whoosh call will provide. And that's just a hint of the trouble in our world.”
His lips, full as they were, drew into a line as he gestured now out toward the city, out the windows. “And that’s where the Inner Echelon comes in,” his tone deepend, eyes darkening as a few clouds outside did too. Almost immediately lightning danced within them. “There’s always a storm on the horizon, and we can’t stop every one. But we can fight, whether that be orchestrating the right meetings and investments of our resources, or directly,” Tempest finished the sentence with a gesture.
Thunder boomed as a line of lightning arced from the cloud and teasingly close to the building before spiraling back toward the cloud.
Devon breathed out as his azure blue returned to his eyes, “Long winded I can be, but that’s just part of my gift if you might excuse the dramatics.” He smiled, both charming and dangerous, as his eyes focused upon Zselyke’s. "Where does your heart lye?"
Devon was focusing his thoughts on the tasks at hand. A mindful, practiced approach was good for an individual to find success with what they wanted to achieve, but for Devon it was also important considering the weather was easily influenced by his emotions. Let his anger stray and the storm clouds would gather. Still, he was angry and was annoyed, but he rolled those thoughts into a consideration of what lay ahead rather than let those feelings overwhelm him.
He hoped this Detective Samuel Travis knew his days were numbered. Devon may have been gone some time, but he still had friends here. Even strained associates could agree using abilities on a child without consent was a great crime. Certainly other magic-users would never forgive such. Who could condone such an attack on a child? Let alone, no mutant or magic user would want such done upon them, again without consent. Devon knew well some feared or hated their abilities…
Dressed in solid black - shoes, socks, suit pants, button-down shirt, vest - Devon entered the conference room with a small but evident frown. He glanced not at Sveta first, but through the windows to see the overcast sky, the cloud a hazy gray. Sunshine wanted through but that was unlikely today.
“Good morning,” he said, looking to Sveta. His eyes softened and the frown a bit more evident, concerned. “How are you doing?”
As they quickly floated along to one side, maintaining a perimeter, Tempest clocked the intent stare from Rex. While that look didn’t look positive, it was too late now to take it back. He was going to help this guy with whatever vigilante plan - just reclaiming the watch apparently - he had. The blinding, burning, who knows what might be more extreme than necessary but Devon was going to see how that went.
Gusts whipped around the rafters as Tempest hunched lower. Rex urged him to keep his distance, and it wasn’t certain if he meant from the others or from himself. Either way that was his usual preference anyway. Rex charged in and Tempest at least hoped it would be unexpected considering their last known location was 30’ to the right.
Bullets sizzled that were being fired off randomly as Rex barreled into the fray. The big guy struggled to see, but the pain of his burn urged him on. While the pistol toters fired at where Rex and Devon had been, the oaf felt the heat of Rex coming. They collided with severe blunt force from the oaf and heat from Rex.
Tempest meanwhile dashed up into a gust that caught him, raising him to the rafters. With a literally dark gaze, his focus was set upon the semi-automatic who was still firing wildly up and in the direction they’d been. It was clear his attention was coming back down to the earth so Tempest was intent on fixing that. With a terrific roar, a violent gust rushed into that foul-mouth, flinging him yards away and heavily into a wall. There was a fierce grunt of pain as the gun went skittering across the warehouse’s floor. But that wasn’t Tempest’s primary target…
Devon regretted his side step, but hiding behind Rex wasn’t the right way to approach an annoyingly threatening gang. While guns came down and a charge began the call to close his eyes was adhered to, but he also side stepped behind Rex once more allowing their backs to touch. Devon was trained in a few fighting styles, trained as an operative for Haven’s more secretive missions, and he’d been running them a while. Two people had to work in tandem, anticipate the next step…
By the time Tempest was finding his position, there was more quiet chanting and his eyelids were filled with light, clearly coming from the man behind him. Devon knew to follow the movement’s of Rex’s shoulderblades so when the spellcaster moved, so too did he. There wasn’t time to coordinate together and considering Rex’s attitudes so far today, Devon figured it was best just to follow his lead. The fact Rex had moved to accommodate a blockade against the charging oaf.
Devon winced at the pain he heard. That sounded like a burn. “The Lord bestows favor and honor,” he said quietly, thinking of what Rex was likely both doing and witnessing. He’d fought enough fires, even lit a few with a lightning call, to know that sound. No wonder this guy was jaded.
Rex moved slightly forward and Devon backed up along with him. It would be very clear Devon was accustomed to pairs, probably dancing but definitely strategic encounters such as well, what this was supposed to be.
The three toting guns screamed loudly from the blinding light. Someone yelled mutant, but Devon was sure now that wasn’t what he was experiencing. Of course, they weren’t wrong either. He’d put himself next to rex again considering the eye of the hurricane would be safest for both of them. This light meant he couldn’t look behind him but as he opened his eyes, shaded with dark sunglasses to hide the darkness that had gathered over the azure he could get a better sense of his surroundings.
A breeze wove over the two and began to circle them, quickly whipping into a wild series of currents, gusting outward. Would it turn away bullets? No. But his weather eye could watch for disturbances to the currents and hopefully he’d aid their movement. If nothing else…
Thunder boomed above and a gust of wind rushed out from the eye. It rocked through the burning oaf and the three gunmen. The oaf stumbled to a knee and then fell over while one of the pistol bearers went sailing across the room. The semi-automatic was firing, but at an upward angle from the wind's interference and the other pistol bearer was simply backing up, covering his eyes. He didn’t shoot. Still, the bullet fire was alarming.
“Would you rather have 6 more years or only 6 more seconds?” Tempest called loudly before adding a quiet snippet to Rex, “Hold on.” His words were punctuated with another boom of thunder before urging a gust to rush into the eye, spiral around their feet and legs, and carry them some 10 yards to the side, strafing away from where they’d been. They were off the ground some five feet before being gently brought back down.
The gun-bearers had closed their eyes and pointed in the direction of the two, steeling themselves against the winds now running chaotically through the space. Of course, they wouldn’t touch Rex unless Devon wanted them to. The burnt man was resign to his feet and screaming in a mix of agony and pain.
Devon gave Sam a nod as his assumption was confirmed. The detective had a less than stellar reaction to his request, however. It at least spoke to Devon that Sam thought he was being tricked into something, or had to question the ultimate result. Either someone used to being suspicious or someone accustomed to interesting deals. The specificity of his response was interesting but got a nod from the weather warlock.
The Texas at least seemed to understand the intent of Devon’s request, and that was good enough. “Thank you,” he said as Sam put the earpiece on. Another nod was given Sveta of her planning and running operations. If they hadn’t put a few others into the C-suite, she would’ve been the perfect COO. But well, that was a full time job and Sveta’s presence was beyond that. She was a board member effectively.
Also part of the secret vigilante group doing whatever it took for the good of mutantkind. And others. Yes, others too.
Devon gestured to Sam as Sveta headed out the door. “Thank you both for all your help,” he called while withdrawing his phone to check for any security notifications or messages. Technology in your own building had many benefits after all like coordinating communication and locations.
“Animals too, hm,” he muttered as they departed for the next tasks.
Rex looked tense, angry. His attitude earlier had spoken volumes of where his head was at - and that was his demons were his alone to battle. Devon had been there. Lonely loners tended to not have much hope, felt they had to do everything on their own. It was a trust issue and one of disappointment. There was fear, there was depression…
But you had to make do, find a way. It seemed Rex was doing that with subtlety and stealth. They crept carefully through the entry area and Devon, very accustomed to this practice and also light on his feet, followed along with vigilant support. If nothing else, he wanted to be sure Rex was safe. They were just here for a watch, but Devon knew this was also something a bit more.
Then Rex picked up a chair, grinned with what Devon assumed was the first ounce of joy of Rex’s day, and barged into the back warehouse area while throwing the chair across the room.
So much for subtlety and stealth.
Devon kind of liked it though. Rex had come out of the kitchen early, made a non-violent declaration, and encouraged other choices. Well here now were those ramifications. He wasn’t quite sure what the muttering, smoldering man had up his sleeve but after the whispered message that somehow found his ear, Devon knew it was not likely a mutation. He also liked the clear declaration of need.
There were a few startled jumps, primarily the nonbinary individual who’d spoken of the computer and one of the two who’d been with Lorenzo. The big guy, the other ruffian who’d handled the Father, and the gun-toting foul mouth sneered. Hand guns were drawn fast while the big guy threw back the chair he was on.
“Oy, it’s the big talkers,” the strong man laughed. “All these watches are going to elsewhere,” he gestured to the fancy watches on the table that they’d poured out from their bags.
“Yeah **** face, maybe ya shoulda stayed in the kitchen!” the gun-toter from earlier warned.
“You were followed?” the computer nerd - well maybe but it’s easy to assign archetypes this way - asked with annoyance.
Outside, thunder boomed from a small distance overhead. “I’m sorry but that’s six seconds,” Devon frowned, shaking his head as he took a side step from Rex to put him but a few paces away.
The big guy charged with a roar toward Rex. The nonbinary nerd raced for an area behind some larger boxes. The gun-toter was aiming a semi-automatic at Rex while his partners in crime pointed pistols at Devon.
It was hard to blame a toddler for learning and developing their personality. Give them a gift that evoked power and literally brought differences to others, and you couldn’t fault them much of anything. A catalyst created change and mutants were accelerated catalysts.
Devon gave a nod at the word of the mutant kids in the building. There were many. Many had no home or at least home didn’t feel that way. Some had well-intentioned parents. Some were here while the Mansion dealt with catastrophe. It gave Devon a thought on the future, but that was for tomorrow. Today was about keeping everyone safe.
Sam was running down the job aloud. Devon nodded on the private security and slowed such movement at the threat presented. Risks were part of the job, part of the life, but limiting them here was key. This was a place of learning and support, of celebration and of self. It was good the detective recognized the needs of the moment, including that visibility.
“I assume not many other officers are on the way that aren’t already here?” Devon asked, expecting most to be out facilitating crowd control, hysterics, helping people flee dangerous areas… “It's a good idea to do a patrol of sorts. The reassurance is welcome. Some here have not had positive experiences with the NYPD or other police. I’ve seen both good and bad in this city, and abroad. It’s important to remember the individual makes their choice. It’s not the badge or the gun that is inherently a problem.”
Devon nodded, “Also I’d ask if you do find anything amiss that isn’t outright violence you report it to us, so we can handle or have a discussion as necessary. We want it to be Haven’s policies followed and not seen as some cop just butting in as it were.” The blue-eyed young man grabbed a headset off the side table and handed it over to Sam. It fit easily over one ear with a small device you clipped to your collar. “We use these to stay in communication for those that don’t have access through their phones.”
The detective didn’t appear to know him, and that suited Devon fine. He’d been gone a while, mostly doing discrete activities with the very rare pop up for a Haven public relations gig internationally. Saying he was focusing on his personal business while new C-level leadership took on the public running of Haven made that easy.
Devon gave a nod at Sveta’s word; they were on extremely high alert. He politely shook his head at her ask of drinks. He wanted to keep a clear head in case stormy skies were required. Considering the chaos to the north, somehow a storm felt like a safe haven. He gave a small, understanding frown and nod at SAm’s words: today was already long.
Clara came in, possibly ill? But no, it was just Iris’ abilities manifesting in a new way. She probably was thinking polka dots because of a cartoon? Ya never knew how random genes would get activated, but Devon nodded eagerly. He was glad a doctor had taken a look.
Sam seemed worried. If you’d ever watched the Incredibles and seen the baby you might be concerned too, though Devon was always more concerned of Iris’s abilities manifesting young and people not understanding. People had expressed fear of his abilities but he couldn't share them. Muse had had her share of people kidnapping her, using her, exploiting her and hers was about amplification. He never wanted to be one of those exploiting Muse and wanted to ensure her safety, autonomy. The same was true for Iris. Someone was bound to want her help to gain abilities...
“It’s more of an isolated concern than it is danger,” Devon said with a slight shake of his head. But Iris wasn’t his child and he wasn’t close to Mirror, so he turned to Sveta for perspective before speaking further.
Devon registered Rex’s frown at the mention of magic. Well, that was it then. It wasn’t a mutant whispering power. It was magic, which meant anything was likely possible. A vigilante man of the church wasn’t so bad, but zealotry could be a problem. What was so bad with that calendar? At least it seemed he had the best of intentions, and considering Devon knew so little of the man other than what the parishioners had said of his helping… There was something else there, but clearly no one had wanted to mention it. It was no wonder they’d speak of the good in an emergency, of the man willing to speak up to the thugs who’d broken in.
Following up the stairs, Devon gave a nod that they were almost wherever they needed to be. Just how did he know? Maybe Rex had recognized them, but the call out back at the function hadn’t seemed personal. Coming here however? Very personal. A watch very important to the Father had been taken. Devon respected that. He gave another nod about the ask.
The stairs were a small stone set to a pair of double doors. Perhaps decades ago this warehouse storefront had been quaint for the time with colored brick and a nice sign. The brick was broken, dirty and the sign long ripped off. A ramp a few hundred feet down the street led to a large pull door, clearly a loading area. Maybe stone masonry or lumber had been sold here.
It didn’t sound like anyone was just beyond the doors. Opening them - each took a door - found the foyer had a stained sofa clearly rescued from the streets and a small circular table with mismatched chairs. Maybe someone sometimes took a break in here, but it was dirty and a little stale. More important were the voices coming from the open door to the right. The door to the left was closed.
“It was a good take-” came the voice of one of the two who’d stood with Father Lorenzo.
“Can trust the stupidity of people giving to the ****ing church,” laughed the gun-toter who’d guarded the door to the kids and who’d pointed it at Rex and then Devon.
“I already cashed the checks,” said another, voice androgynous.
“When? We only got here fifteen minutes ago!”
“With my computer. Online. Geez,” they replied.
“Better than expected, shoulda smashed a mouthy one,” the big guy sneered. There was a sound of a moving chair and then rustling material. Bags maybe. "Get countin'! We gotta pawn this shit too."
Devon had remained silent in the foyer as they listened, proceeding toward the door. He gestured to Rex who wished to ask nicely for the watch. Of course, Tempest didn’t expect the ask-nicely to work, nor for Rex to accept an answer of no. As he followed after Rex, darkness swam into his blue eyes currently hidden by his sunglasses.
Devon gave a single nod as Sveta spoke the name. He recalled hearing of the officer and magic-user. Neutrality was a funny consideration, not that Devon was going to say that aloud. He didn’t believe in it, and an officer of the law could not be neutral. Ultimately he answered to the police and the government. Considering his experience at Sanctuary long before Haven had even been a dream, well… His experiences with so-called law enforcement had not been pleasant. “Of course,” he said simply with a faint smile.
The well-dressed, slightly shorter man pivoted as the older, slight taller man entered. Devon winced a little to hear of the unfolding dangers up north, but nodded to hear the man wanted to help.
“Good to meet you, Detective,” Devon said with a smile as he leaned forward with a slight bow of his head. One hand rested atop his cane and the other rubbed at the scar of the first. “Apologies,” he glanced down to it, tone sounding sincere.
“Miss Sergeyeva has told me of your assistance and capabilities. Your help is appreciated, these people - all of them - need it,” there was a slight sigh. “Your presence at the entrance and lobby would be good to help give a formality to the activities here, and hopefully a deterrent to anyone who’d try to make an opportunity of the chaos.”
A slow series of nods follow, “Haven’s long support from local and federal government, as well as the police and emergency services, will offer at least some peace of mind to those seeking refuge here.”
Devon very slowly and every so slightly turned his head and blue eyes to the hand upon his shoulder. HIs brow was knit with confusion, a far more complicated and heavy cover than the white linens he was wearing. As the young guy pulled his hand back, Devon’s eyes went with it and back to him.
The puzzled expression that answered his question made him worry but glad. Perhaps his mutant power protected him. The blank staring made him wonder. Devon gave a slight shroud about the stop quick question.
Then the guy walked toward the roof’s edge and winked, while introducing his name. Eisen was a name he hadn’t heard before. “I’m Devon,” he introduced himself in return. "Nice to meet you, Eisen." He merely smiled as Eisen started to walk off the building. He wasn’t so concerned with the kid falling now.
“It’s not on people right?” he asked, recognizing his arms and hands had moved easily, as has his eyelids and chest. It’d be rather rough not to be able to breathe. “Or do you have really finite control?”
Devon noted the flinch and the furrowed brow. The frown was by no means a surprise. The gruff questioning was a bit amusing, but Devon kept any smile from his face or his tone.
“I’d hope that was obvious,” he replied. “Whether mutant or magic, best to be vigilant as a team rather than a single vigilante,” he expressed further. “You called the heat down upon yourself rather quickly back there, and I respect the why. I endeavor to help. What’s your plan?”