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.
Devon led Elliott out into the hallway. When they had gone a few yards across the foyer toward the library, Devon stopped. Lisa Wilson sat at her desk closer to the golden door but it was fine if she overheard. She seemed to know everything that was going on at Sanctuary.
"Sorry, I figured it was getting a little awkward in there and I don't particularly want to encourage that sort of back and forth at Sanctuary," Devon said with slight frown and a shrug. "All are welcome. As much as I understand wanting to protect a friend, leaving a message or sending someone a note isn't exactly dangerous activity," he chuckled briefly.
"So whether you leave a note for Wanda for Ms. Wilson," he gestured down to her desk, "Or use the library and shoot her an email, that's up to you." And Devon meant it, his faint smile encouraging to the green-skinned mutant. "Then you can indeed stay for dinner and stay longer if you want. We're encouraging both the shelter and community center aspect. I'm a mutant but I don't have an obvious physical manifestation so I won't presume to guess at what you must experience day to day."
"All that aside, I wanted to ask you about this META bot attack. I'd heard about that but haven't yet met one on one with the police department regarding the Odessa attack. I'd like all the details I can before I do so," Devon nodded slowly. "What could you tell me about that? And we can head into the library or my office if you want to talk privately, 'sup to you."
"A church?" Devon asked with a questioning glance, "I heard hospital and that's why the infirmary was well appointed..." He frowned, growing more skeptical and suspicious with every step forward. Maya had a way with phrasing that made him wonder. He hadn't yet asked about her fading or the air pressure oddity when they'd first met.
He was somewhat proud of Sanctuary as they exited the taxi and approached the doors. They were clean and gleaming now. All the landscaping had been tightened up with clean lines, trimmed bushes, and litter picked up. Different residents and volunteers had taken up chores and tasks to change out trash bags and other clean up work. All the lights on the building as well as around the ground were fixed up, cleaned, and with bright new energy efficient bulbs contained within. The windows were washed with screens in case anyone wanted to prop a window open.
"One time someone stole these doors. These aren't original, but I guess they restored them because they're iconic? THe residents at the time blamed the mutant school and tried to take their doors as revenge, I guess?"
"Not sure," Devon muttered. "I hadn't heard about the doors being stolen," he shook his head. Mutant school competition? That didn't sound so bad, sounding more like college fraternity hijinks than anything else. Granted, a shelter needed its doors, well... All were welcome but you didn't want a building to be wide open in the winter. It was a security measure.
He didn't miss the uncomfortable exchange between Lisa and Maya. Favorite healer? Sebastian eh? Devon had no idea what cruel intentions abounded here but it sounded like something had gone very wrong. His blue eyes went back to Maya as she peered up at him. Underground training?
"I have not as they were not relevant until this moment," Lisa said quickly. Devon opened his mouth to speak, wide eyed and surprised. Considering he'd been volunteering and working here some time now this was a bit unnerving. "I am sorry Mr. Hadden but such details were not germane to your efforts here. They were not what was needed for Sanctuary."
"...seems there's a lot I don't know," Devon finally said through thin lips. "I will say, Ms. Wilson has been very helpful with everything I've suggested and everything we've needed for those here. She's given me access, keys, a desk, shown me around though I guess not all the way around," he ended with an awkward chuckle.
"Yes, Mr. Hadden," Lisa nodded. "If Mrs. Csendes wishes to disclose the past, that is her right though it should be noted it was indeed the past and not the future of this establishment. It is certainly not the present that Mr. Hadden is helping establish."
Devon nodded slowly. "Right... This conversation's getting a bit meta. Thank you Ms. Wilson," he smiled softly. "May- Mrs. Csendes and I will grab a bite to eat and talk in my office, then maybe take a walk around or both?" he glanced to Maya again. "Up to you."
It's a good thing Devon wasn't a mind reader as some of Maya's thoughts were terrifying. Instead he was encouraged by her eager agreement of his words and willingness to help. Whatever The History was, it apparently wasn't enough to ruin this opportunity.
As she went off with her flyers, Devon spoke to a group of college kids who were allies in the fight, though he had a feeling one was a mutant by the way he spoke. Most seemed willing to check things out. An older man turned him down flat. A younger man took the flyer with his scaled hands but Devon watched it go into the rubbish. Still, Devon kept talking and offering, making a case for Sanctuary.
A couple hours later and dusk was descending on the city. Shadows grew quickly in the city with the sun lost behind the many buildings. It had already gone off to Jersey and there was no coming back from that.
"Yeah, thanks," Devon smiled genuinely in return. "We've tried and even if it only helps one person, right?" He nodded slowly and offered his hand out for the remaining flyers. "Now you still okay with going to Sanctuary? We can have something to eat there and hang out in the office they've given me. Give us a chance to talk about the past and the future."
"You definitely are far more friendly than I'm accustomed to," Devon said with a slow nod and a wide grin. Scott wasn't rude but he was definitely a lot all at once and it was a bit overwhelming for Devon. As much as he was growing comfortable speaking with others or finding himself the focus of attention through work at Sanctuary, the day to day was still difficult. Devon the volunteer, Devon the worker, Devon the student, Devon the mutant... Those were all different.
Devon being Devon, now that was hard.
"Yep new to the city. Liking NYU. Enjoying learning of the city," he slowly nodded. "I'm not surprised you have trouble sitting still. You seem fairly energetic and almost pushy in how friendly you are." Devon knew the type that needed to be liked, that rode on the wave of personal attachment. It was a mania of the more narcissistic or a mechanism of the typically depressed.
"What will you be doing here in New York then? Have a job and a place to stay yet?" Devon asked, honestly concerned. He couldn't not ask. Everyone deserved a roof over their head and a hot meal at dinner.
I've decided Sanctuary's Lisa Wilson is the Varys/The Spider character of our game. She does what's best for Sanctuary and those in it, which is why she's adapted and eagerly helping Tempest.
Devon nodded quite vehemently at Darkshift's comment. They did need to stick together and protecting those who needed it most of all. She represented a stronger armed and stealthier tactic, but certainly necessary in the right situation, or very wrong as the case may be. Meeting the neighbors was important too. He liked Juliette's idea and getting more community involvement too of course. His hand flew over the notebook quickly as he wrote.
"We can do both. Self defense classes are important for anyone, here or elsewhere. Learning to handle yourself in a bad situation, to raise your hand when you need to is good. I've taken some classes in the past," Devon declared, though it'd been more than just a few classes. "I'd get involved in that," he nodded to Darkshift.
"Teaching how to move in a dangerous time like if there's an active shooter we can do too. We can identify different residents and volunteers who can be leaders in these situations and teach them first, then make something more general for guiding the youngers when there's a problem. Darkshift, please do take point on the actual classes. We can organize who knows what already and start there," he nodded.
"As for the patrols, that's great of you. I've reached out to a few groups but I think the watch outside of the Sanctuary is a good idea. We need to know this area is safe and help patrol for problems," Devon sighed. "Let's just not let it go too far. Careful use of powers else they'll be calling us a mutant gang," he rolled his eyes. "Let's make sure only adults are in the watch. Maybe older teenagers as long as they're with an adult, I know they'll be pushing to help, but they should be 16 at least. We'll encourage our neighbors to join too. It's to keep their neighborhood safe, not just us after all. Come up with a time for a first meet and I'll get that info to Ms. Wilson and others."
"Juliette, could you lead the effort on the first aid classes and the community outreach? I'll talk to them about the neighborhood watch and you can check on some social and volunteer events. I'm thinking block party, fund raising, helping clean parks or buildings of graffiti, that sort of thing. We all need to know each other and show these kids that not everyone is a racist, fear-mongering person let alone violent."
Devon inhaled slowly, "So in summary, I'll set up the emergency plans with Ms. Wilson. I'll talk to our neighbors about a neighborhood watch. I'll also contact the police and the city about increase non-bot patrols. We need a single point of contact and become more familiar with one another."
"Juliette will set up first aid classes and spear head our community outreach efforts both social and volunteering. Let's start with some CPR and simple first aid. We'll save the intense classes for the older teens and adults."
"Which is where Darkshift will also draw up the patrols both internal to the building and the neighborhood. She can organize some hand to hand and self defense classes, and I'll work with her to get information on who knows what already. We'll identify some residents and volunteers to be 'emergency leads' in a bad situation for the hide and stay quiet, what to do if there's an attack, etc. I'm hoping someone with the city can help us plan a program for the youngest here, but this is an excellent start."
Devon blinked slowly, trying to focus on what needed to be done. "These are great first steps, but before we act on them we're going to have to talk to those sad, scared, and angry downstairs. So let's start by talking about how sad and pissed we are."
"At least, that's how I'm feeling," he added calmly, a breeze stirring the still air of the room.
Devon knew she meant well, but he was suddenly quite nervous. How bad was this history that she couldn't just tell him? Mutant insurance sure sounded like a mob front business. No one had asked him to pressure the florists for money, lest it not rain for weeks. His mind was quickly going to run away from him until he knew what was going on.
She looked back at the flyer and Devon had to assume it was to verify they were all the same. He glanced down as she pointed to it and he nodded. It was what was really happening of that he was certain since he was the one running these programs.
"Yeah..." he drew out the word, still nodding. "I'd appreciate the help. I'd be happy to show you around Sanctuary as I know it anyway." Devon chuckled awkwardly, "I'm not sure what you'd show me that I don't know about but sounds like there's some to tell."
Devon looked down at the flyers and shuffled them in a moment's thought. Perhaps this is why Ms. Wilson was so eager for him to come down when he'd expressed interest and actually had some ideas, let alone a psychology background. Maybe this is why they'd had plenty to do even though the Sanctuary had once had some fairly good set up like the computers in the library and the large infirmary.
"Maya," Devon said as his eyes rose, returning to hers. "I'm not exactly sure what you're referring to, but I appreciate you want to help here and speak with me later. I guarantee to you that we're doing some great things at Sanctuary and it's what we want for those that go there and those that need somewhere to go."
"Then we can talk and get to the bottom of this awkward business."
Tempest not only felt the air flex in and then out around them, but he saw the pressure change in a quite unnatural around, centered clearly around the pale young woman. She coughed and he smiled faintly, awkwardly.
In a large group or open setting he often shut down a little, became somewhat neutral in behavior, and expressed a little less than was probably normal. Devon was usually trying not to get too anxious and maintain a healthy awareness of what was going on around him. In private, especially in a position situation, he became a little friendly and with mutants even more so. Lately with all the new people he was meeting, the different experiences, new jobs, working with Sanctuary he was going through a lot and that could be tiring.
So his facial expressions kind of ran away from him, jumping from concerned, to curious, to confused, to hopeful, to clearly bewildered. Yet still, he smiled there at the end. He was doing this for a good reason after all and trying to help Sanctuary and its kids out.
"I'm-" he swallowed hard, blinking probably a bit too much. "I'm sorry, what? Insurance? Heh," Devon chortled once. "You know, some people have been a bit off put when I spoke to them and I figured it was this meta bot attack I had heard of or maybe just me being so up front about mutant issues. Heck, maybe even scared I was talking about an open shelter for mutants but..."
Devon's head cocked slightly in question. "I've been volunteering and now even working a little for Sanctuary, trying to get things cleaned up and since the Odessa attack, really helping make a safe home for these kids, mutant and non... And some adults too of course. Are you... I'm a little concerned about what you mean 'mutant insurance' is? Serious reputation of what?" It at least ended in question, Devon had tried to clarify but now he was the one after some information.
Get it done tonight? He knew this girl was studios. Good for her. Devon needed that kind of influence.
Devon gently took her hand and shook it firmly but not harshly. There was an odd mix of strong but not rudely hard when shaking a woman's hand. Granted, he'd met plenty of women who could crush his hand. Devon wasn't the strongest bloke on the block after all. "Thanks Serena, yeah it's been a challenge to jump into class but it's worth it."
He grinned at her accent and trailing question before nodding. "Yeah, the idea of genetics is personally important to me." His blue eyes glanced back and forth as he hunkered down, grinning, as if divulging an epic secret. "You see," he whispered, "I'm a mutant." Quiet laughter left his lips but he continued with a jovial tone, "Honestly, not sure I would have said that openly a year ago and I'm sure some still wouldn't but I'm pretty proud. I think we have to be else people will never really come to embrace such among even their own families."
"I'm just wondering if Doctor Yamadal is. I'm wondering how accepting he is of mutants. I'm hoping he's fairly positive about the whole thing considering his career and academic specialties but you never know," Devon explained. "My outline is about the nature of a species to genetically mutate and evolve with lasting change due to survivability. I'm trying to keep it scientific and note the environmental stimulus, not that we know if it's really growth hormones or cell phone signals triggering it as much in people. Still, my paper will likely remark on evolution in favorable ways and I'd prefer not to remove that kind of persuasive undertone."
He sighed, "Sorry I'm running on... I enjoy talking but I don't do enough interacting. I'm also probably a little tired."
Devon grimaced, realizing he was clearly coming off a bit like a fanboy at a comic convention. "Sorry, I can get a bit out of sorts when excited and I tend to favor words, sometimes too much, too many," he laughed. "You're energetic, literally. But really, I meant you're effervescent due to your enthusiasm for helping volunteer here. I really appreciate it and I'm sure many will."
"Maybe I'm overestimating, but anyone showing the dedication you have and especially considering you're already in a health care profession, I don't think I am. About the flying? Well you'll have to show me," he laughed again. Devon leaned against the wall and held his arms up again in a shrug, "I'm not so sure you'd say what I can do is better, but one day I hope so. My efforts are very important to me."
"I think they should be to all of us. It's definitely the ultimate goal personally, be proud of yourself and your abilities. We tell kids that all the time. Why should it be different for mutants?" Devon's brow narrowed as he smiled. "While at the same time we also show everything else we are, whom we are. They always say it's easy to hate a word but hard to not accept a person. I think we can achieve that here, but it's not going to be easy. We need effervescent people to help."
He chuckled and winked a blue orb. "How about we finish this tour and get you officially on board?"
"Anticipating a long night?" Devon asked the woman as their professor headed out the door. The woman was a honeyed blonde with eyes that reminded him of the sky. He didn't know her name but she was usually quite attentive in class, not like some of the others busily browsing the internet on tablets or fielding text messages. Did people forget they were paying for this? Well maybe some of them weren't; maybe their parents were.
Devon sighed again. He should have tried to meet a few people sooner but that was never his forte. "I am. I jumped into these classes a bit late and I'm trying to field everything up as I've got summer classes too. Problem is," he threw his backpack over his shoulder, "I'm not a bio guy. I'm using this for my gen ed."
He rolled his eyes, shook his head, and chuckled uncomfortably. "Sorry, I'm Devon."
Devon quirked a brow. That was interesting and the second time he'd heard open mention of the event. He was happy to get what information he could before having his one on one meeting with the police representative about the META bots.
Drew shrugged, "She might be back tonight. I could tell her you came by if you want." He glanced back at his cards and smirked, "Maybe you could leave a number for her this time?"
Devon stared back at Drew. Clearly there was a story here he didn't know if Drew was being this cagey and even sort of sarcastic. Glancing over at Ted, Devon could see he was a little amused at the whole interaction.
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Devon asked cheerfully. "All are welcome. If you want we could leave a message for Wanda at the front desk or her email?"
"And leave your number," Drew said again with a sigh but a grin.
Devon chuckled, "And that apparently. Mind if I show you over to the computers in the library? I'd like to ask you something too." He looked to the players, "Excuse me gentlemen. Count me out zero or whatever." He stood and gestured out the door.