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?
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"Yeah, trusting me, sounds great," Devon chuckled awkwardly. "I guess it is good," he added quietly. She was growing more solid and he watched, listened to her carefully. Someone with abilities such as this were dangerous, but he was finding that he trusted her.
Learning she was an X-Man certainly worked in her favor. He didn't recall seeing her at the rally in Times Square but there were many people there. Of course there was the possibility she was lying, but if so, why go through all the trouble of helping him and then showing him down here? Discouraging murder and mayhem were good goals.
"I'm glad to have made a friend then, especially one of the X-Men," Devon said with a touch of cheer entering his tone. He followed in after Maya, noting her explorative curiosity. "I assume then your interaction with the Order was related to your work... I'd heard that someone had been here, this Order, but they were gone and buried. The source of that information warned me but I wanted to do what I could to learn about them. Guess I should have confronted Lisa about it."
He pointed over to the panel that seemed to open, "I'm guessing that controls things but we should likely not mess with it. I might have to ask about how all this works but we need to keep it locked up. Imagine if a kid came down here? Geez. What were they thinking?"
"The Order?" Devon's tone clearly betraying he had no idea who or what they were. He stopped a few yards down the hall and turned around. Ralph Lauren was no model and his turn was more to hear the reveal than to show one off. His brow knit together at the word grave.
He didn't interrupt her. Clearly she knew what she was talking about and it was important. It was disturbing to hear her talk of such things, but as he'd recognized earlier she had experience and maturity that likely came from an unfortunate past. How she knew all of this was perhaps part of that. Was a parent a member? Had sheen been here before? Most importantly, this was a warning of what else might come knocking.
"Thank you, Kirsi," Devon said after a pregnant pause, his voice deliberate and serious. "I'm not affiliated with this organization and I've no knowledge of it, until now. I'll keep aware of it though and look into it. Sanctuary and I are here to help, and it sounds like everyone wants to keep it that way. I'll be careful though as I go." The mirth had left his voice but he still smiled warmly.
There were secrets to uncover. He'd already questioned the depth of the Sanctuary's funding, its large infirmary, the golden doors... Lisa had said it was an old hospital, and maybe it was a long time ago, but she'd not mentioned this. Perhaps she had to be careful too. He'd have to keep his eyes and ears attuned for anything further.
"Let's show you that room and I can give you some time to settle in," he pivoted again, gesturing with one hand to her and the other down the hall. "Then we can head down for some food or to use the library. You're welcome to what you need as long as you need it," he nodded slowly.
Devon's brow knit together in confusion when she laughed, but then she clarified. He figured most New Yorkers has that feeling. Everything was huge and confusing, then suddenly they knew up and down the town. The grid based pattern of streets and labeled boroughs along with the subway stops certainly helped. Devon was getting the hang of it.
"I'd love to get into the lit group, thanks," he smiled and nodded encouragingly. "The movie ones sound good as well, but let's start with one. I read often." He's not sure he had time for more than one society any way. He had some big plans for volunteering his time.
Her dissertation topic quickly changed the subject. It wasn't what he'd expected, even a little creepy but some of those sciences would seem that way. Not many bragged for working on cadavers in a morgue doing autopsies for example. The interest in the affect of mutation on the results further peaked his interest anyway. There was usually an origin at such a path of thinking that followed.
"Wow, hematology? That's different, cool," Devon said with a slow, approving nod and an impressed smirk. "Clearly the genetic marker angle makes sense then. How different DNA sequences would differentiate that and of course then, various mutations. Are you hoping to simply remark on the variance of outcomes or suggest further studies for vaccines and cures?"
This girl was different and now he was wondering just how different.
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Things had changed and things were indeed still changing.
Much of the exterior had been cleaned, fixed, even upgraded where stone or wood needed tending. The interior was brighter, cleaner, and more open. More teenagers dwelt here, a larger portion of the fraction of Sanctuary members who had a home in Sanctuary, and their voices carried through the halls. All were welcome though some were visitors for the community center it had become. Oh plenty were wary, but more came each week. They had crafts, food, good TV, someone to talk to, even friends here.
The programs and training were helping. Interior watches roamed the halls, especially in the evening. They had classes in self defense, first aid, and public speaking. They had community outreach too, trying to help those residents who dared stay here. They fixed park benches and painted over graffiti. In time, Tempest hoped the picture their efforts painted erased all images of something like Odessa happening here.
It's hard to escape the past.
Devon was working in the office he shared with a few volunteers. There were some scheduling matters he was trying to figure out for the following week due to the need for some shared space. He heard the doors and after a moment realized he hadn't heard Lisa's voice greeting the person. That was strange. Had that ever happened in the months he'd been present? She was always around. He stood quietly, moving toward the doorway after a brief darkness passed his eyes before returning the bright blues.
The tall, darkly featured, and perhaps broodingly handsome but warmly besmiled form of Devon emerged from the door into the hall-like foyer. His gaze went first towards the receptionist's desk and indeed Lisa was not there. It immediately jumped to the woman stepping warily forward, hand on a weapon of some sort with bags behind her. He glanced about quickly a moment more before settling again on the woman. It was a bit hard to focus upon her.
"I'm- I'm sorry," Devon said slowly. Clearly this woman was anxious and his tone remained calm in response. "I've never known Ms. Wilson to not be at her desk. My name is Devon. I don't think we've met. Is there something I can help you with?"
Devon didn't come in through the garage doors. Having already been in the building, he came in through a side door cautiously. He'd heard the tremendous racket that had suddenly echoed within the garage and was more than a little worried at what was going on within. Whatever was going on within sure sounded terrible. Darkness gathered over his eyes as clouds gathered overhead.
Inside the garage was massive and its sublevels had plenty of space for special vehicles; Devon had access to those now. That didn't surprise him now. Seeing the giant roomba and his two smaller brothers was surprising though. The appearance of guns on the larger one's shoulders was a real worry. Devon had no idea they were simply tasers and he had no idea the shorter, dirty young man wasn't in trouble when he rushed forward.
Unfortunately Cheeky did not interpret the quickly dashing form of Devon to be the valorous attempt that it was. As a gust rose around Devon, the taser fire rocketed out of one blaster with a ear grating crackle. It hit young Tempest at the arm as he spun to duck, feeling the paralytic sting move up his arm. But he was no mere human. He'd felt a greater sting before and over the years had grown in his resistance.
That didn't mean it didn't still suck. "Damn it," Tempest swore and flung an arm, sending a rushing gust some 160 km/h strong at the robotic janitor. He could have caused stronger but if these were the automatons that Lisa had mentioned he didn't want to obliterate them just yet. They cleared weren't METAbots.
"Are you okay? Are these yours?" he yelled, turning the solid pools of darkness that were his eyes on Richard.
"However we need to get there," Devon grinned, "The journey is as important as the destination, right?"
He followed her, feeling and seeing the distortions she caused. It was an impressive manipulation she had clearly long practiced with. It certainly gave Devon joy to watch another marvel with their power, but truly so with one he had familiarity with. He had no idea how she'd recognized a door was there in the wall or how she'd open it, but she did. Glancing back, he saw Lisa watching from her desk.
Devon swallowed and followed Sanctuary's Ghost. There was a war room! What kind of wars should a place like this have? None. Still, war might come to them. Look at Odessa. There was a gym. He felt the currents and watched them drift toward Maya. He nodded as she spoke.
They went deeper and then she almost walked into a wall. He was about to ask if she was okay but she kept going, touching at the walls like a child testing their limits. It was curious to watch. How many times had she come down here? How much did she really know about this group?
"Thanks," Devon replied as she moved for him to near the doors. "A training room huh? Okay then," he inhaled deeply. "I have a feeling I'll be able-" he touched at the door, searching for a handle, but it slid open, "to open it."
The room was large though smaller than the Danger Room of X-Men fame, but he didn't know that. It was dusty, unused, but replaced panels and scorch marks spoke of a certain use. A panel nearby opened for input. "Lisa was watching us come down. I think she ensured we could move about freely... I guess we're allowed down here."
"So you weren't..." Devon internally chided himself for speaking slowly but the drama of the moment was leaving him slightly awe struck. "You weren't part of this group, right?"
Yeah there ya go. I'm meaning to have a thread with Devon talking with/meeting a cop but that probably wouldn't be your character.
Devon could certainly run into her in the city if you wish. Devon is finishing his psych degree at NYU. I saw you had Corrine get a minor in it recently. Not sure what avenue that gives us to interact but Devon does run various things out of Sanctuary and volunteers/works there.
Sounds like she needs to visit NYC and see if that's her kind of venue, eh? You could play it off she's there for an interview but she makes a long weekend out of it to see if she wants to stick around?
DevonOfVerona: It's your deal. The only people it's worth sharing with are the ones you really care to know. Most do treat ya differently and it's just a waste of both of your time. Shame that, but also a lot of people don't understand. DevonOfVerona: Heck, I've heard kids in class - collegiate level psychology - that think it's means schizophrenic until the teacher points out how wrong they are.
Then Devon wondered if he knew where Montauk was. Maybe he was new to New York or a hard city dweller that never ventured out onto the Island. It was quite a drive anyway.
DevonOfVerona: Montauk. Far eastern long island. I'm figuring go out to the beach. It's easy to find solitude out there. Can chill and relax. Maybe start a little beach fire and listen to the waves. Easy place to lose yourself.
Devon had used his Friday night to do homework and then a little reading to relax before falling asleep in bed, book across his chest. He awoke to a fair sky and set off for a job before heading to Sanctuary. He had some work he could do there while he handled a few items but mostly he was looking forward to a little interpersonal interaction. At least a couple people had asked to start having some private discussions with him, mostly about their place in the world. Devon knew that feeling.
As he walked through those golden doors, Lisa Wilson looked up with a barely present smile, "Good morning, Mr. Hadden."
"Good morning, Ms. Wilsdon," Devon replied with a wide smile though there was some sarcasm in the salutation. She wouldn't get over the formal names. "How are ya?"
"I'm well, thank you," she nodded. "I wished to inform you that there is a volunteer present whom you have not yet met. He is located in the vehicle bay, sub garage. He is putting together some things, robotic in nature, that you may wish to discuss."
"Ah," Devon said, stopping in his tracks and nodding knowingly. The vehicle bay was but one aspect of Sanctuary he'd learned of recently through Ghost's intervention. There was a lot Sanctuary had to offer these kids and homeless and mutant volunteers than he'd realized. "Robotic? Yeah that sounds interesting..." And possibly dangerous. No need to start a META bot versus bot war outside but he'd judge what was going on after he talked to the volunteer. Always nice to see others volunteering. "Thank you, Ms. Wilson."
"You're welcome, of course."
And down Devon went first to the garage and then to the sub level vehicle bay. He'd heard various volunteers made use of certain spaces, though Lisa had sequestered some areas due to what she called 'changes in personnel.' Devon assumed that meant how the order of things had changed around here...
Devon/Tempest turns 21 on 7/23, which is also the last day of the plot phase we're in.
I was considering a thread of him going out for his birthday and/or a series of threads of him interacting with certain people on his birthday. I'd like it to either be a REALLY good or REALLY bad day, depending who wants to be involved and why. I guess we could have threads that are either/or so it can be a rough day for him emotionally.
You might already know Tempest or you might not. Devon isn't the type to throw himself a party so I definitely need to get other characters involved to encourage events. Some ideas could include:
Devon realizing some friends already know one another (perhaps through other friends)
run in at school
fight or "day/low key" party at Sanctuary for him (I'm sort of assuming Lisa would not allow it not to be known
Devon shopping for some new clothes/at mall buying himself a gift with money send by his grandparents
going to a bar/club (he's turning 21 after all)
META bot fight! (hey you're out on the town on your birthday? well you're under arrest for being a mutant)
Memo started talking about mutation and lethal dangers, and Tempest got a little concerned. Sure he was a musician but had he just promised himself into dangers? Some sort of invulnerability mutation perhaps could explain that.
"Are there many others here? Mutants without anywhere to go?" Rachel asked.
Devon snapped back to reality, turning to Rachel. "Yes, let's keep the dangers to those with training or at least some sort of adult response. But yes, we have many here. Many mutants, some humans. We're all in this together. Some need a home, some need food, some just need a place to come once and a while. We can be all of that here."
"No no no! I mean I'm offering because it won't kill me. Or it might, but I won't stay dead. Really. I forget about dying pretty much as soon as it happens, so I don't die. Really." Memo added.
"Well that doesn't make much sense, but we'll have to talk about that more," Devon laughed. "I'll go with it for now." He followed them in, shutting the door behind them. He offered a hand to help Memo up, even keeping that arm out in offer to help carry anything. "Here I can take some of that."
"I'll have rooms prepared, Mr. Hadden," Ms. Wilson spoke up, suddenly standing before her desk.
"Thanks," Devon grinned.
Sanctuary needed all the help it could get and Devon wanted it to help all that wanted it.
DevonOfVerona: Well that's good to know. Some people say things looking for help, some for attention, and some just want to say things. Important to know when to just let people talk. I hate when people overreact. Suddenly you can't express yourself because everything is an emergency? No thanks. DevonOfVerona: I don't get exhausted physically. Usually I get tired of dealing with people. I get so annoyed or down about whatever's happening, I can't be bothered. DevonOfVerona: Usually I stay in and read, or I go hike and read. I like going somewhere private and doing my own thing. Of course people think you're sad or upset and when you say you want to be alone, they freak out.
All the time. Devon typed quickly. He was starting to get an idea for a topic for his homework.
DevonOfVerona: I've been anticipating a trip out to Montauk. I might actually go out tonight.
"Thanks," Devon grinned, running a hand along his temple, through his dark hair and to rub the back of his neck. "It's been a journey and clearly there's plenty more for me to learn," he chuckled into a sigh again. "It is nice to hear someone who clearly knows a thing or two about the City, and knows the darker side of whatever Sanctuary use to be, show faith in what I'm doing. That you want to help," he paused and again opened his arms in a wide embracing fashion, "in whatever way you can is even better. We all need help here and there, especially those here."
"So the pressure is that part of your power then?" Tempest asked, turning his head slightly as his voice turned a little playful. "If you don't mind my asking now. I'm certainly willing to show you mine later if you'd like a demonstration, but I'd rather not indoors if..." He stopped, brow furrowing. "Does the Sanctuary have like a practice room or something for whatever they used to do? You did mention underground training facilities, correct?"
"Maybe we head down while you continue and then we can really see what's down there?" Devon suggested.