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.
It had been cold last night. The sky had been clear, the moon nearly full, and the threat of frost was possible. Ah but it was too late for that! No, it didn’t even need his nudging. Small clouds blew in from the west and the polar pressure receded back into Canada. The air warmed and the snow nearly gone from a couple weeks ago melted into the morning dew.
A bright and brilliant dawn broke over New York City. It was nearly 60 Fahrenheit today! That’s 15.5 for those outside the States as Devon’s mom had been prone to say. Buds were stretching out from tiny branches and Easter tulips were waking up from their beds. Spring was nearly here and Devon wasn’t about to miss a morning constitutional in the park. He’d been working far too much since Halloween… Again with Halloween.
Devon sighed. He cleaned up quick, threw on a pair athletic jogging pants and a halfzip before hurrying downstairs and out the door. Hazelnut coffee was on the air and the really good cinnamon from the rolls the place up the street sold. The air was clean and crisp, but the warmth after the brief sprinkle predawn gave the warming concrete that familiar childhood aroma. Devon was always afraid to ruin it for people when they wondered what it was.
It was a combination of oils and blooming bacteria, but it was lovely. Coupling that was peaks of sunflower gold and baby blue to the sky. It was a feast for the senses and for him a truly energizing experience. He inhaled deeply of the season as he tred about Central Park.
Devon noted: she didn’t like the rain. He also noted she manipulated the bubble through some sort of telekinetic control. That was interesting. Was she controlling water or bubble like structures? Was it truly a bubble or some sort of energy force?
He formed a wry grin at her displeasure with the weather and chuckled as she pulled actually bubbles from her pocket. A bubble was blown and it remained, despite the pressure of the raindrops upon it. As she asked for his hand an eyebrow arched in question.
“Sure…” he said slowly and took her hand with a gentleman’s softness. Her murmured warning got another short laugh as he awaited seeing what she could accomplish.
Tempest and the Svetlana Sergeyeva could waste little time – or energy – in fighting the fire. More than once he asked for her hand to help gather what little moisture was fleeing into the ground or burnt up into the higher atmosphere. It was so hot but he kept it manageable. Sometimes the air hurt a little to breathe; they took small detours to catch their breath.
It wasn’t only them. They’d partnered with anyone willing to help, especially members of the Haven and the X-Men. It took more time than they’d realized, fighting for the better part of two days. There were people to save and even hints of danger. Had someone set this blaze? Had someone been setting up mutants? Devon had thought, wondered maybe it was something try to blame Cal but he knew Cal was busy elsewhere.
There wasn’t time to worry about such things. He could barely keep his eyes open by the time they returned to base camp. He felt like he was flying with his eyes half closed as he made sure Muse got down safely. They had to walk the last mile or so in. Thankfully Ranger had well control of everything.
Maybe it was an emergency that brought everyone together, but at least they came.
Apologies for the continued slowness. My mom had to get surgery and I've been helping stay with them every other day. Things were more demanding than expected, but things are starting to improve. I hope to get some posting time this weekend. Sorry and thanks!
As Devon dashed over she called out she was fine, but he wanted to be certain considering the numerous students at the school. You never knew when they might be in more trouble than they realized. She wasn’t a native English speaker but that was okay; he could understand.
>> "Is much dry bubble. No get wet"
“Oh good,” he chuckled, nodding. He almost made the joke but it was getting worn out. He’d wait til Frozen 2 came out before using it anymore. His eyes scanned her face for recognition but there was none. The bubble was interesting though. Forcefield maybe?
>> "Can try, make you one?"
“Sure!” he chuckled again, nodding once more. “If you can. What are they made out of? Do you project the energy that makes them or are they real bubbles?” He neared, miming like he might try to pop hers but holding out from doing so.
Sorry for the absence all. I had to step in to a couple things at work while planning for my own project's go live this week. I'll be posting tomorrow!
>> “…there’s a greater chance of finding it and staying safe if we stay together.”
“Indeed woman,” the winged man commented. “You think us transported and trapped, do you?” he frowned. “Then we must bring vengeance upon those who have transgressed against us.”
>> “Seems like there’s a lot of danger going around right now.”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Chaos from fear. Saddening,” he nodded once more. He ignored the screams of the distance, listening instead for approaching dangers. As a shambling wrap of papers – a desiccated corpse? – approached, he knocked the creature aside with his staff. Disgusting magic, necromancy.
>> “I’m Leia,”
“Well met, Leia,” he smiled, brilliant and dazzling but unnatural in the sharp beauty of his features. They were haunted, dark, and lonely. “I am-“ he paused, unknowing. Maleficent was a name he knew but it was not right. That was a woman he knew of. A sister to him? Another side of him? He sought inside his thoughts and heart. He was nature, both kind and cruel. He was shadowed, but he had known the light. He was a friend to fey, but a brooding danger as well. Was he friend or fiend, he was not sure.
“Something is wrong. I am unsure of my name,” he frowned as they pushed for the exit. With a wafting free hand, a gust of wind blew fallen debris from the door. Pumpkins and hay bales? Harvest time it seemed. “I am Maleficent, but not. I am Tempeficent but that too is wrong.” His brow knit together in confusion.
It’s not something often discussed and maybe that’s partially because people don’t like to talk about mental health. Some people know psychiatrists and psychologist also see someone to speak in general terms of how they’re feeling. Devon of course saw someone for his own needs, but working with troubled youth, criminals, the abused… It helped to talk out what you were thinking or feeling without giving away any client details. Also, sometimes you had a long day after working hard and you simply needed a small break, a moment to yourself. You could enjoy a book, meditate, go for a swim, or even take a walk in the rain…
Devon, well, the rain never bothered him anyway.
After a few sessions at the mansion, after a long night previously with an eighteen-year-old who’d been found hurt and brought to the hospital and soon Sanctuary, after a long week he’d stowed his briefcase in his car, stripped off his light suit coat, and took to the grounds of the school. It was beautiful. He loved Central Park but here at the northern part of Manhattan there were some lovely areas too. The mansion controlled one such area.
The holidays were always a hard time. Devon tried not to dwell on that, considering others had it far worse than him. He had to remind himself of his fancy home, no worries of food, people called him for help now… But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be lonely, right? Miss his family? Struggle every time he talked to his grandparents, even if they were supportive? He knew he was simultaneously connected to many and yet held apart. The retrospection of it all was ridiculous – he knew – and he didn’t want to sound a martyr either.
Letting the rain come down, wash away the silly blues, and get a little physical activity in always helped.
“What the-“ Devon muttered, his head suddenly jerking in the direction of that faintly iridescent bubble rolling over the far hill with a girl inside. Water dripped from the heavy black locks plastered on his forehead as he hurried over. Maybe she was fine. Maybe it was a runaway bubble.
“Hello!” he called, waving both hands. “You alright in there?” he half-smiled, half-winced as an eyebrow shot up.
And he wondered how good of one was he really going to be? How much helping people with themselves was he really doing versus helping connect people? Help them spend money? Help them feel better in what way? He wanted to do so much, be there and involved, and… It was like this forest fire.
You couldn’t do everything. Heck, Devon couldn’t even do his one task alone. Thankfully, there was Sveta. Devon smiled as she smirked at him.
>> "I trust you, but if I kissed you, you'd still obliterate the mountainside. Some boundaries I just have to live with."
“Oh? I-“ stammered suddenly, turning his attention back on the flames that were dwindling with the rain.
>> "... Not that that was an actual example."
“Right,” Devon laughed but nodded. Embarrassment was still clear in his tone even if the flush of his cheeks wasn’t purely from the flames’ heat, “I wish I could help with those boundaries. Maybe you’ll find an Adapted individual one day whom you’ll like and it won’t be of issue?” His query held the air only a moment, “I have considered the levels of your abilities and how I should be prepared to work with you in that case. In a dire circumstance a kiss might be our sudden, last plan or resort. Maybe it happens on accident?”
He shrugged as he inhaled and then exhaled, a focused gust clearing the debris ahead of them. His eyebrows shot up as he slammed down on the gust, ending it forcefully and then they eased as the rain gathered once more. He breathed slowly. “You help me see more than I ever have, and I mean that not just because of your ability. Anyone who truly works and talks with you knows what I mean. You give perspective, you inspire our thoughts, and you certainly inspire action,” he nodded.
“You bring connection to the earth that I dreamt of when I lived… outside,” his voice caught momentarily, “Yes, outside for a time. When I was homeless and just trying to get away. I eventually spent more time studying the clouds, the air currents… I got some perspective and some rudimentary control. But I longed for a better connection, better understanding. It’s like seeing the ocean or swimming in it. How do you learn not to drown? You learn to swim, how to hold your breath, to respect it and your connection to it.”
Devon smiled as he let go of her hand only to slowly move as if to embrace her with one arm, a side hug as it were. The other arm went out, the hand shifting as he slowly turned it in a circle. “We should fly over now, if I may hold your hand from around. It’ll be easier to lift us initially,” he explained, waiting for her to accept his hand before moving his arm closer to her.
The breeze around them spun outward but another spun counter. It kept the rain from turning horizontal much. He wanted to avoid crosswinds. But oh that warmth and the conflicting currents – easier to see with help – gave lift and urged them up into the air with slowly stronger gusts from beneath. His control ensured she felt no buffeting, no pressure, no loss of breath, and certainly no temperature impact. Juliette had helped him train to fly…
“My friends have lifted me up. Through my connection to them, I am more. And you are certainly even more than most,” Devon grinned and then chuckled. “Mountains better watch out! Forest fires too!” he shouted and then shot up suddenly, stretches of vast red and orange flame below them. He pushed and the temperatures cooled as the rain surged down. “We won’t let it win… but it is even more terrifying from this vantage point,” he nodded.
>> “I truly understand, the uniform has been given a bad rap by the failings of its own system.
Devon nodded slowly, holding a comment on his tongue.
>> “…The MRC is here to change that by helping mutants, not persecute them. We will do whatever it takes to make mutants feel safe. All officers will be volunteers on their own time, but they will still be armed. While we want mutants to feel safe, we can't put officers lives at risk.”
“Of course not,” Devon agreed though his tone was firm as he added, “Though even those with concealed carry permits and allowance must be careful at all times.” A complicated feeling both offended and agreeably disheartened ran through the young man, presumably complicated enough that it lingered as Franklin continued.
>> “We can leave whenever you are ready. I have no other meetings today, so I am all yours.”
Franklin stood, taking the initiative that Devon had put forth. Devon quickly typed something on his phone as he stood and pushed his chair in. “Great,” he smiled gently, “I’m glad you care enough to check it out. If there’s no problem we can drive over, but if you have to take your car that’s fine too.” He started walking, heading out the door and back down the hall.
“I wanted to say. Symbols have power and a uniform is a symbol of an organization. It’s unfortunate that sometimes they are perverted. The swastika once meant good fortune to all who saw it,” Devon explained. “Though perhaps you know that. The Nazis merely took it for their own use. Anyway, I see the police as a group of people dedicated to the laws and protection of our society. Of course, like any group: it’s made of people and people are fallible, have their own issues, etc. What matters it they try and clearly the MRC is an excellent example of wanting to help, to be engaged.”
Devon’s eyes brightened as did his smile. “I’m glad to hear it. It’s certainly okay for officers in uniform to visit too. I simply want it to be people who happen to be officers volunteering and not there are assigned officers at Sanctuary all the time. I’m also not saying that I want the officers to hide whom they are either. I’m sure you can understand children especially can sometimes be intimidated. I think mutants in general can,” he nodded. “It’s good to know there are mutant officers like yourself, Officer Johnson, Officer Cervantes, et cetera.”
“As far as that personal tour and what you can do to help…” Devon drew his lips together and to the side as his eyes narrowed. He pulled out his cell phone quickly and with a few taps, he was scrolling. “If you’ve the time for a trip across the bridge we could go right now. We can talk volunteer opportunities and you can see the community house for yourself as well as why it’s also a shelter.”
He grinned anew and turned his head up and at a side so his chin was directed up and out, as if he was ready to stand and be on their way.
There was a loud crashing sound in the lobby as a number of bottles fell and smashed to the floor. Tempeficent glanced in that direction before his frown deepened. He wrinkled his nose at the fluttering confusion of the beastie nearby. She eventually answered him but not with very much detail.
>> "Oh, I simply do not know! Only a moment ago I went down the rabbit hole, and I seem to have landed in this dark place! Strange, though... I seem to remember... A... doll..."
“I see no dolls,” Tempeficent said curtly. The thing wanted to play with toys.
>> "Whatever should I do?!"
“That is your decision, not mine,” he replied, glancing to the woman who had grabbed him. “Perhaps she will handle you,” but he didn’t wait to hear her response. She seemed stunned by the chaos.
>> “It is not quite your time…”
Tempeficent laughed, “Indeed. And I shall not let it come to be so here amongst these mortals.” He wrinkled his nose again and looked away from the warring, ranting, running people of the floor and the raised stage. Some were climbing up into the lights.
He turned and strode into the lobby, the bars flipped over and the fresh air of the outside flooding in through two large open doors. There were screams in the darkness but also wild laughter and the howls of wolves. He smiled, and continued forward. “Come if you must, beastie,” he said, unsure as to why.