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.
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Franklin subconsciously readjusted his new badge and Glock 19 that rested on opposite hips. He had only been a member of the City of New York Police Department for a minutes and this was his first official duty. Meeting with some rich executive who just happened to run the largest mutant charity in the city. This was just one of several such meetings he had to take part in today and he didn't like it. He was a cop not a politician, but apparently this is how things are down here. He just had no idea when he would actually have time to solve crimes as was his real job.
Well if he had to have a meeting, this was probably the nicest place to have one. While it was too fancy for his tastes, the marble lobby was still very impressive. Even the couch he now sat on was made from fine leather that was probably more expensive than his new apartment. He could think of more important things to spend money on than furnishing but then again he saw the reality on the streets, not the distorted view from a penthouse window.
“Mr. Hadden will be down in a moment,” the middle-forties blonde at the front desk said with a smile, approaching with a small wooden tray. She set it down on the table before the sofa. “Some water and your visitor’s badge, Detective Shinnick. Please let me know if I can get you anything further.” She turned a high-heeled shoe away and went back to the large desk along the far wall.
The front entry doors were two sets of pressure-treated glass set in wooden frames and banded in a polished alloy that appeared bronze. The ceiling was high and large pillars supported it while the seating area occupied the area between them. A wall of elevators presumably led to the numerous floors above though there was a hall running in either direction. The other wall had a set of large black doors, carved with a fiery motif closing off the entrance to the Inferno club.
People came and went, often down one hall to the north. Eventually somewhere between five and ten minutes later one of the elevator doors opened and a young man of taller, though lean stature exited. Simple slacks, a gray shirt, and a light black suit jacket adorned him. He smiled as he hurried in his approach.
“Ah, Detective Shinnick?” he asked, a warm tone to his sincere question as he gave a quick nod. Brilliant blue eyes quickly appraised the man before him. “Sorry for the delay. I’m Devon Hadden, very nice to meet you.” He offered his hand for a firm shake; Blaine was a good trainer after all. “Thank you, Ms. Frost,“ he added, giving a wave with the other hand to the receptionist.
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Franklin stood and accepted the offered hand. “Mr Hadden, thank you for agreeing to meet me with me on such short notice.” A quick sense of the man’s emotions revealed only a contained storm of mixed emotions. This man was unlike anything that Franklin had ever felt before. “This is an amazing place you have here. Did this belong to your family before you founded Haven?
“You’re quite welcome,” Devon replied quickly, ever pleased for a good hand shake. It was an old tradition after all… “I never want to turn anyone away and I’m always happy to have a visitor from the MRC. Important we all work together.”
His eyes widened a bit at the question of Haven however. He paled a bit and shook his head quickly, “Oh no… no. I guess I should explain a bit more about Haven,” he nodded then. A rush of guilt ran through him, replaced by a strong sorrow but resolve and a touch of excitement. He was proud, but the sadness lingered as he spoke, “Haven is a charitable organization, 501c3 non profit. I don’t own it. I don’t own the building.” He stopped, glancing up a moment, “Well a part of it.”
He gestured away from the seats and toward the elevators, but as he walked he went to the north hall. “Haven opened little more than a year and a half ago to support volunteers in education and their efforts while connecting those who could contribute through financial or other means. I was graduating and had started a business for psychological treatment, which are the embarrassingly named Hadden’s Havens,” he blushed ever so slightly. They passed a few open doors leading into large conference rooms. One had a group speaking on campaigning for bills they would be helping to inform voters on.
“I’d met quite a few politicians and some investors from our work at Sanctuary and they saw what we were doing at the Havens so they wanted to get more involved, especially financially,” he nodded, the sorrow and a rush of shame flooding him even as he smiled. The sadness was in his eyes as he spoke, “As I had a good inheritance my grandparents opened to me as I neared graduation but I never could have done all this.” He shook his head as they walked on, passing a few rooms clearly set up as classrooms.
“We have an executive team, a board of investors, various high profile donors… And many, many volunteers and fine educators. We only recently opened up the mutant support seminars and training,” he smiled. “I’m particularly proud of that. We’d been doing some at Sanctuary and I’ve got a few programs at the Havens for those having trouble with their mutations or accepting those difficulties, but…”
Devon blinked and grimaced, the embarrassment clear on his face. “I’m sorry, I very much ramble when I get on the topic of Haven. Forgive my excitement. A little ways up ahead Ms. Frost reserved us a smaller room for us to sit and talk.”
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Franklin was taken aback by what he was feeling from the younger man. Could he be genuine in what he was saying? “I completely understand Mr. Hadden. It is your mutant outreach that brings me here. Captain Calder wants the MRC to participate more in programs like yours. But before we talk business, let me just say that as a mutant myself I am pleased that young mutants have a place to learn. Not everyone was lucky enough to be born to understanding people like I was.”
Devon smiled gently, echoing much of the thankfulness that ran through his emotions. Within a couple seconds of his quieting the spike of sorrow and other feelings seemed to quell one by one as if each was focused upon, addressed, and put aside. They were gone, no, but they were organized and diminished. In that time, Devon listened to the officer.
The smile grew at the mention of the captain and renewed MRC activity. “That’s great to hear,” the younger man nodded. “About the partnership in the programs and for your personal experience.”
He frowned slightly, a mixture of sympathetic sadness, shame, and even anger rising as he spoke. “It’s extremely unfortunate what some have experienced, have seen and it’s not only mutants. Even still, some here are luckier than those overseas. We’ve done a great deal to assist those seeking asylum, but it’s not easy with our current federal leadership and administration…” He shook his head, took a slow breath, and those emotions went back to their compartments as pride and hope rose.
“We do what we can here. There are amazing people working to better the situation for others all over the country and beyond. Some want to learn how to help, some just want to see how they can financially assist, and some have time they want to give. We encourage education and outreach, but we’re happy to provide a roof for all those individuals to come together. You rest, you learn, you grow, and then you head out of the house to help others. That’s the Haven,” he chuckled.
Devon gestured into the meeting room they neared, a large circular table at its center with maybe eight seats around it. A tray of glasses, water, ice, and even some snacks include wrapped peanut butter crackers and fresh fruit was present on a wallside buffet table. “Please,” he encouraged. “Else I’ll run you all over the building and won’t ever shut up,” he chuckled. He closed the door behind them.
"More water?" he asked, walking to pour himself a glass. "And maybe I should ask more of you instead of rambling on. Tell me more about your experience, learning you were a mutant... Why do you say you were lucky?"
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Franklin took a seat at the table and held a hand up in refusal to the offered drink. “When I first discovered, my parents were very supportive. They did their best to help me learn to not only control my gifts but to use them to help others. They never looked at my like I was a monster, even though they weren't mutants. To them, I was their son who just happened to be born with powers that were meant to be used to better the lives of others. It wasn't until I joined the Chicago PD that I learned that now everyone had it like I did.”
Franklin began to tear up and had to focus on order to prevent his emotions from leaking out. “I witnessed scenes where parents murdered their own children just because of their genetic makeup. I've seen butchers set up clinics to conduct experiments with the intention of removing their murations. Men in power used their position to shield monsters from persecution l, just because their victims were mutants. Cops executed people just because they looked scary to the cowards.”
Franklin ensured he projected his resolve when he spoke his next words. “I have dedicated my life to ensuring that those horrors do not ever happen again.
Devon poured himself a drink, listening as he glanced back when Franklin mentioned his supportive parents. Thankfulness, joy, and even admiration went through him. It softened and he too put those aside as he joined the detective at the table. Even these pleasurable emotions seemed individually addressed and then put aside carefully.
As Frankin’s eyes grew glassy, Devon’s softened. He nodded slowly, frowning slightly at the scenes described. Again that sorrow rose with a mixture of anger and shame but all three were minor compared to the man’s concern, his empathy as mundane as it might have been. Devon nodded slowly as if to affirm he was there listening to the suddenly quite emotional man.
That nod grew to a single, strong one at the final declaration. “I see why you joined the force then,” Devon's smile grew back, his voice quieter in tone then it had been before. “That’s both noble and good of you, especially considering the privilege you had in your youth and development. Not everyone experiences such and is willing to face the ugly side of this world, let alone actively work to change it. I am sorry for what you have seen. I certainly see why the Captain asked you to pay Haven a visit.”
Devon sipped his water then, taking a careful breath. All feelings welling within the young man were one by one addressed though the concern lingered. “Maybe there’s another reason besides aiding Haven’s activities that you’ve come to speak with me?” Devon queried. “It’s really my honor to help discuss anything you need or want to. Confidential of course,” he nodded, smiling gently.
Franklin was having a hard time keeping up with Devon’s emotions. If he wasn't careful, he could become overwhelmed and there was no telling what would happen. It would probably be wisest if he kept the conversation professional. “No, I’m here in a strictly work capacity. We are looking for ways that MRC officers can volunteer in the mutant community. Perhaps even have Haven conduct tolerance training.”
Devon gave a quick single nod as the detective turned him down. Still the gentle smile remained on his face as Franklin went on. It grew to a grin by the end of the suggestion offered.
“Not long ago now but I guess over 2 year ago things were pretty strained. I had to beg for a meeting with the police on the topic of Sanctuary-“ Devon paused, eyebrow arching. “Are you familiar with Sanctuary? Forgive me Detective I’m not sure how new you are to the city.”
Franklin made sure to project a sincerity that he knew wasn't true. “The MRC has a new captain that truly cares about the mutant community.” It was much easier to project the true sincerity that he felt as he spoke his next words. “I feel the best way to protect my community is to ensure that they can trust the police. That way when the few evil ones among us act out, they'll have no problem turning to the police to apprehend them. Both the mutants and the police must learn to change how they view each other. It is the only way to prevent violence.”
Franklin let out a sheepish grin and his lighter mood seeped out. “To be perfectly honest,” he paused and looked at his watch. “I have been in New York for a total of three hours.”
Devon nodded slowly; he’d heard things from his police and political connections but he’d go along to see if they could get along. His eyes widened a bit at the comments that followed however. Surprise crept through Devon’s feelings. There was a little interest and admiration as well. It wasn’t a strong feeling, but it was there and Devon didn’t compartmentalize them away. He clearly liked what he heard on Franklin’s views.
He too grinned as the grin that spread across the detective’s face. It became a sudden laugh at the Detective’s admission. “Three hours,” Devon smiled, nodding, “Oh okay then… well I appreciate you coming here so quickly on your tour of the city.”
“As for Sanctuary, it was traditionally a homeless shelter. It’s in Brooklyn, South Slope area. For years it had a tenuous relationship with the city, known more for dangerous elements than a positive presence. It had a large mutant residency due to the frequency of mutants being kicked out of their homes or unable to find jobs,” Devon explained with a frown. “A resistance group that had some violent membership also lived there. Don’t think I agree with their violence but they also were helpful in the dismantling of the concentration camps overseas and saving a number of young mutants. However, things have changed.”
Devon smiled with pride and joy in his heart, “We had been changing things at Sanctuary. The Order was gone. Previous members visited once and a while but to make sure people there were safe, not to cause a problem. More and more young minors and those in need were coming in. Not only that but there were dangerous gangs trying to control the area. We wanted to help protect the community that was starting to trust us, so we reached out and eventually got an officer to visit and become a liason. Officer Cafas Johnson, also an X-Man. He helped stop one of those gang members on his first visit and it became clear – I think – we were on the up and up.”
“I can give you more detail, but I’m going to try and summarize the rest. After the terrorist anti-mutant bombing at the shelter in Odessa Texas we made it a point to get very involved in the community and with the city,” the young man frowned and that touch of anger rose and was pushed away as he took a slow breath. “We had a block party and invited everyone. We got new donors, new volunteers, and made sure it was clear: Sanctuary was to help those in need. It was difficult, it took time, but it happened for everyone.”
Devon nodded slightly, “To bring it back to your goal: It’d be a great place for a few officers to donate their time, though in civilian clothing. Haven now primarily funds Sanctuary with other generous donors, and we promote a number of programs with them. So I’m sure we could figure something out.”
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Franklin had never heard of Sanctuary and made a mental note to visit there as soon as possible. Surprisingly Haven appeared to be just that, a haven for his people. He had expected this to be a scam, a group pretending to care about mutants as a guise to exploit them. He needed to investigate further but he wanted to do what he can to ensure it could continue its good work.
Franklin projected a wave of indisputable trustworthiness at Devon as he smiled warmly. “I would need a personal tour of Sanctuary but I see no problem with having plain clothes officers volunteering.” He doubled up on the trustworthiness and spoke again. “I would love to volunteer myself, what can I do around here to help my people?”
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.
Franklin made a mental note to review personnel files when he got back to the precinct. While it didn't have the actual power to determine who could volunteer, he could at least advice the Captain on who would be the best candidates. It could possibly do irreparable damage if a bigoted officer was allowed near mutants in need. Franklin respected no open Devon was and go he seemed to care about the people in his charge. “I truly understand, the uniform has been given a bad rap by the failings of its own system. 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.”
Franklin smiled warmly and stood before gesturing towards the door, “We can leave whenever you are ready. I have no other meetings today, so I am all yours.”