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.
The hesitancy to give a surname was impossible to miss but Devon didn't press it. Everyone had their own story here and privacy was more important for some than others. That didn't mean Devon didn't wonder what it was but in an open community setting, it was likely even more important for a few individuals. You could find a lot online nowadays with a person's full name. Considering he was representing Sanctuary, Devon wasn't about to hide his last name.
Devon laughed, "I'm glad to hear it! And yes, actually. I would." He handed over the flyer, printed in black save for the half-open golden door at the top, just below the word... "Sanctuary. We're a shelter and community center, open to all but we're open about welcoming mutants. We want everyone to know you can visit any time whether you need a place to stay, a place to talk, or just want to hang out with some like-minded individuals."
He gestured to the first flyer on his stack, "We have regular game nights, food drives, computer lessons, first aid teaching, and offer a free clinic with registered nurses. Some of our staff and volunteers are mutants too," he paused but smiled, "like me. We figure after what happened in Texas we need to be more open and involved in the community for their and our benefit."
Devon had explained the same information many times now, though he was sure not to practice a repeated speech. He tried to keep it new, conversational, lest he sound like a telemarketer. It was a genuine effort and he wanted it to matter. Considering some here truly need a place to stay and a meal, he was happy to try. It was a good opportunity for Devon as well.
Devon nodded, smiling faintly when she said weather manipulation. He was proud of it and what he could do. There was more there deep inside him and his power, he knew there was. With time he was certain he'd unlock some far greater potential. Until then, he was no short straw.
He laughed at her joke but nodded again. At least in a small area he could make it rain less though of course if he kept that up it would assuredly affect the plants in that area. The environment had a balance to its chaos, a natural pattern few recognized but he could literally see.
The nodding continued as she explained her power, but it was hard to hold back she said flying. His eyes widened and brightened at that, though he held his tongue in exclamation. He smiled and chuckled at the flashlight joke. "So I did, and thankful too. I'd say you have a fairly luminous or effervescent personality too."
Devon stood and shook his head, "But flying? I'm quite jealous. I'm working quite hard to master wind control to the point of flight. Catch people falling? No problem. Send someone flying on a gust? Sure. But controlled flight? That's hard to become comfortable with that sort of control so to hear you can fly, well, I'm in awe. All of it really though, quite special. I hope you're proud of that and yet still your work in health care efforts too. I think as people see mutants for all their aspects they'll begin to see the powers less and the person more."
Elliott apparently knew Wanda, whom Devon had met a while ago one day during a large meeting of Sanctuary residents. They'd met again post the attack in Odessa when all had gathered to discuss safety, education programs, night watches, and more. Devon was certain now he hadn't met Elliott before, but it was clear he wasn't human so they were likely in safe company.
Still, he couldn't help but hear E.T. saying the name Elliott slowly in his mind.
"Hi Elliott," Devon replied quickly, his brow a little deep over his blue eyes. "I'm Devon, that's Drew," he pointed across the table while keeping his cards closed in hand. This game wasn't a game for powers but he knew it was hard for mutants to resist playing with them sometimes, and Drew's talent for small telekinetics seemed perfect for cardplay. "I haven't seen her today though, you guys?"
"Nope," said Ted with a gravely tone. Devon picked up on the edge in his voice, though he wasn't sure why.
"Yeah, she's been around," Drew nodded, glancing from Devon to Elliott and then back again. They rested on Elliott with an appraising look. "Why you looking for her?"
Devon was at once proud and humble, eager to celebrate mutants and their power while simultaneously preferring to deter attention to himself. It was the idea of being studied he detested and that was likely more from his psychological problems than his abilities. He loved what he could do but hated the response it could evoke. It's why he avoided people in general, proving an introvert at most times. But here, things were changing for him and in large part that had again to do with mutants and helping them.
Of course, he already knew Juliette was a mutant and in this setting it made discussing such even easier. An amused half grin curled his lips, "Yeah I figured that was next." He nodded and gestured up with both hands raised, "I'm atmokinetic. I control the weather. Sunshine, clouds, wind, rain... And more. I can control it in the local area and I've practiced long and hard to produce singular effects when I want them."
"It's actually really nice to talk about in a venue and feel so open, so proud," Devon nodded again. "We should all have that feeling. And how about you if I might ask? You can produce light in different ways?"
It was a general elective but it was a good one. BIOL-GA 1002 was a 4 credit course detailing genetics, biological systems, and evolution. It was a survey of the various modern biological topics, again namely genetics and evolution but also neurobio and genomics. Tempest thought it would be fascinating.
Yes, it was, but not simple either. He was enjoying the class but the reading was a bit heavier than he'd been prepared for. So many research papers, articles, and even reports that it was getting difficult to keep the theories separate. He was glad at least that the mutant evolution was a major topic. He was certainly interested in that.
Most days he wore a nice button down, usually black or grey, and black slacks as he was either running to the new station for work or volunteering over at Sanctuary. He kept jeans and a t-shirt in his locker there in case he had to do some dirtier work. At least he cut a professional look while in class that he hoped would garner some respect from his teachers.
As the class began to filter out with Dr. Yamadal cleaning off the black board, Devon sighed as he stood. The worry over getting the first research paper down was plain on his face. It was due next week as the Doctor had reminded the class. He had an outline but no idea how good it was. It would have helped if he knew if Yamadal was pro mutant or not.
It was yet another rally. More and more people were holding memorial, peace, and well to put it bluntly mutant rallies. Sure, some were for children or survivors or prevention of violence, but this was one about mutants. Specifically it was about coming out to meet your fellow mutant community. Some were assuredly humans whether volunteering or allies, but the idea was for mutants to know one another, to foster community, and limit isolation.
It was one of the few Tempest thought worthwhile.
He navigated tables on self-help, actualization, and 'stop the violence' while moving through throngs of the obvious and the not-so. More than once he stopped to talk to a group about Sanctuary whether about volunteering or encouraging visits for those who needed assistance. He passed out pamphlets and his email with sanctuary for groups and individuals alike to check out or reach out for information.
For the first time he was picking up on some hesitation. Devon wasn't aware Sanctuary had a reputation for anything besides mutant activity, so that's what he chalked it up to. He understood some would be hesitant to go where there were known to be mutants. A few almost seemed pitying as he explained the help Sanctuary could provide. They must have been comparing it to the shelter in Odessa. He had no idea what order of magnitude of trouble some attributed to the place. There was the META bot attack but that had been a while ago...
Yet Devon heard of a couple more violent incidents. How many of these bots had glitched? How much of this was gossip? It was hard to factor out the rumors so he hoped he'd be able to speak to a police representative about this soon. He was waiting on a call back.
A young brunette woman, quite becoming and likely in her mid to late 20's, stuck out from the crowd with her paler features. Devon smiled as he approached, making clear the stack of flyers in his hand. "Good afternoon, I'm Devon Hadden. Enjoying the meet and greet?"
The Rec Room may once have been large but it had quite a few pieces of furniture now. A few sofas, a number of tables, and quite a few chairs for lounging and games were scattered around the room. There were two TVs for video games with the donated systems, though neither a PS4 or an XBone were found between them. Of course two large pool tables, two foosball tables, and a number of shelves containing boards games and other supplies filled the rest. There was moving space around the tables but there wasn't much else.
Of course it was presently filled with quite a few mutants. Some were playing pitch, a few were playing mario kart on the Wii, two were playing pool, while others bounced from game to game including foosball. Devon was at the pitch table with Davey, Drew the Screw, and Ted. He didn't know them or the others in the room well, but he'd met each in time. Davey was human but good friends with Drew, who had minor telekinetic abilities, mostly good with small items like screws and nails. Devon had asked him to help with some repairs around Sanctuary. Ted meanwhile had some sort of terran based ability; Devon had never seen it.
No one seemed to mind that Devon was more volunteer than resident, but by now he figured most had heard he was a mutant too. Sometimes he enjoyed hanging out with some games too after all. He was here more and more lately, thankfully getting a small stipend too so he didn't have to push as hard with the temp work. He enjoyed working at the news station for now when he didn't have school work.
His eyes did noticeably raise from the game when the red-eyed, green-skinned man came in. He had two large antennae that came up from his forehead. Of course the simple shirt and jeans made it all so normal. Devon was pretty certain he hadn't met this guy before, though he did momentarily think of the green-skinned Rachael.
Those he was playing with as well as the others around the Rec Room all took notice as well, glancing up and over at the one some knew to be-
"Elliott," came the thick-skinned though somewhat scrawny Rocky. "Where ya been?" he said half-concerned half-playfully.
Devon didn't know how to respond to her compliment. He was not used to such sentiments and honestly, he wasn't sure how much he deserved it yet. Did he feel better helping here? Yes. Was he getting something out of it too? Absolutely. He spent far too long wallowing in his own self pity and working toward his own betterment, forgetting his very career path was about helping others. He smiled a bit reluctantly; it seemed the best response.
He watched her explore the area a bit further, opening cabinets and drawers, inspecting equipment and the medical cabinet. He'd have to get her the key to the infirmary and to the cabinet. She seemed highly qualified if Ms. Lawson was to believed and he highly doubted she had time for silliness or even white lies.
When she sat down and looked back upon him, his brow lifted and he inhaled, watching the movement of the air as if that could settled his nerves. For the first time in a while he felt he was being appraised though Lawson had certainly made him feel similarly. He avoided people regularly in a social aspect, but here it was a job of sorts. Her question wasn't out of nowhere though, so he was a bit relieved.
"Oh," his lips curled into a small grin, his voice betraying that relief. "I looked up some good volunteer opportunities online. Figured I could get involved before I got too busy with school and the temp job they found me at this news station wasn't going to start for a week. I looked up mutant charities and here I am."
"I am one, after all," Devon admitted. "And I thought hey, you want to help people? There's your chance. I like that it's not just about being a mutant as well. It's 'who needs help' and 'hey we acknowledge mutants exist and need help too,' he explained, voice deepening around the select phrases as if quoting some corporate executive or politician.
"Great," Devon said in response to her offer to talk to some at the hospital. "Any who want to help certainly can."
He listened quietly to her background, born far away but growing up down south. She'd done a fair amount of traveling going to school in Ohio and now coming here. It seemed easier for those who'd already traveled/moved a distance to pick up and move again. He'd barely spent time outside of the northeast except for a few vacations and short trips.
"Same here actually. I moved a few months ago and while I was waiting for my first job, decided I need to put my time to better use so I came here," he glanced around. "It really does feel like longer and I think you're right," he nodded. "It's the city. It was a lot to handle at first, but once you learn the schedules and the general layout of the city..." He shrugged and smiled, "Now it's like exploring will uncover new places to check out. It sounds like you've been far more a traveler and explorer than I though. I envy that. Must have given you some interesting experiences and I bet a certain wisdom of the people."
He paused though glanced around as if trying to find the right words before continuing. "I need or needed more of that. Still do I guess. Sanctuary, my temp jobs... I meet lots of different people and I think that's good. It's going to make me better at my career and hopefully be able to help others more."
"I was using the collective 'we'," Devon explained, his brow crossing a bit in bewildered amusement at the west coast surfer. He got the sudden impression anything he offered was about to get taken and possibly taken for granted, if not taken advantage of. There was a vague, blurry line between free loader and free floater and right now it was lost in the flotsam at the rocky point of the beach.
"I guess I don't know too many here in the city yet, but I know some. No big parties or anything yet," he shrugged, "But the summer's just getting started. I typically tend to the singular hobbies anyway." He glanced around, "Which I'm guessing come to the beach to hang out alone on my day off betrays."
He chuckled a moment, "I'm going to school at NYU but I work a lot of part-time work, temp job stuff. I also volunteer a lot, even pulling in a small stipend from them now for all my time. Guess volunteering pays off more than I thought it would."
Devon looked out over the ocean a moment, sighing and laughing. "I feel like I'm supposed to offer you something or something with the way you keep smiling at me." He looked back, dark brow narrowed over his sky blue eyes. "What are you after? ...besides water? I'm sure I can point you to some snowboarding this winter, sure."
Devon was struggling to follow Memo's line of thought. He was a bit stream of consciousness but seemed to struggle to remember the details. Perhaps he had a mental condition or a power that allowed him to get information too quickly or store too much. Suffice to say, Devon was pretty sure he'd found Dory.
"Sorry to hear that," he said quickly upon learning the man had lost his jobs before selling his belongings. "I'm sorry, I can't remember. Did you give me your name or are you purposely trying to lose me in the fast talk?" he said grinning and glancing over to Rachel.
"All the general things a home needs help with, we need here. Cooking, cleaning, repairs, errands, all of it. The library - how they ever really built one up - needs tending, as do the computers if either of you have some technical skill. The kitchen could use extra hands. I would love some extra help cleaning."
Whichever you prefer! Am I right that if they talk too long that Devon will get off balance/vertigo?
Considering Devon is also bipolar (manic depressive) they could have lots to talk about. Is Kai seeing a psychologist? Perhaps he and Devon see the same one? Or Kai could come by Sanctuary looking for some assistance and be referred to talk to Devon. Devon won't be able to prescribe meds or anything, but he's working on his degree and can "counsel" for now. He's running groups like "mutants not so anonymous" and the like at Sanctuary.
Otherwise, we should have the two run into each other at random and then learn both are bipolar. Could be very good for them and future stories to have that bond there.
I'm certainly concerned they can't talk for long without Devon passing out so we may need to be creative. We could even say they meet online through some forum and chat via email, text, etc.
If we do the online-meet thing, we should have it be brief or skip it ahead, so we can move to a bigger thread idea.
Looking to get Tempest into other threads. Tempest is building up Sanctuary while also starting to feel dismayed by the assistance of the gov't, NYPD, and X-Men due to Texas. He's not a "kill all humans" type but he's not exactly on the peace, love, and harmony ship either. I've got long term motivations for him and possibly one day, a Faction, but that's for the future.
This could include:
Tempest working at a temp job (business admin, dental office worker, construction, etc.) and running into someone
run in at the mall
OMG anti-mutant METAbots
what's going on at Sanctuary
x-men/gov't/police rep inquiring about Sanctuary
NYU run in as Tempest is taking classes there
plots that promote Tempest working with mutants outside of an organization