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.
Looking around Erik had to contemplate if there was some dark web realtor for bad guys. Seeing the corrugated steel walls and blackout painted windows he had the most incredible sensation of deja vu. Rationally he knew the standard construction was just a byproduct of keeping things cheap. The irrational part of him wouldn't be surprised if, once he freed himself, that everything would exactly identical as one of the other places he had left standing in his warpath. Hiking himself up on the chains that held his hands above his head as quietly as he could momentarily to scratch his nose before letting himself down.
His captors were delaying his plan more then he would have liked. It should have been a simple 'get purposely abducted then break the guy in charges neck after asking pointed questions' sort of plan. Unfortunately his captors had strung him up and left him there. That is the sort of treatment one gets after acting too thoroughly knocked out he supposed.
Someone had been making mutants disappear. Onces with little or no ties. A fact he had noticed after some of the regulars of Sanctuary stopped showing up and he started asking around. The last anyone had heard from them was the fact they had been looking for work. After a long day of fake job searching and slumming it up in crappy neighborhoods and shady alleys someone had Finally bonked him over the head and tossed him in a van. Only to 'wake up' to the rather nondescript room he had been waiting in for some indeterminate amount of time.
Hearing.. something near his door he quickly poked himself in each of his eyes to force a little teary eyed action going on and slumped in a dejected manner, ignoring the irritating nagging in his shoulders and the bite of the handcuffs against his wrists.
Ever since she'd joined Haven, Svetlana had been adopting more of a pacifist stand on violence and vigilantism; she'd even warmed up a little to the MRC and other legal entities that dealt with mutant rights and mutant crime. But still, as far as she was concerned, mutant traffickers could go straight to hell in a hand basket. In pieces, and riddled with bullets.
She had been keeping an eye on some suspicious people for a while now. Mostly in her free time, off the record; if she had some hard evidence, she'd go to Devon and see what Haven could do about taking down the operation, not just the goons. But even so, she could not just stand by and wait for the system to work when someone was literally grabbed off the street in front of her eyes.
It had been too dark in the alley to tell who it was, or why they were being kidnapped, but that didn't really matter either. Svetlana followed, in her usual mask and green-and-black attire, and once she saw the warehouse, she knew this had to be connected to the traffickers; she'd staked out the building before, but with no success. Now, she had a chance to do better. But she'd have to know what the situation was inside before involving the cops.
Climbing the outside of the building, she found a broken window pane to get through, and quietly landed on the scaffolding and shelf systems inside the walls. She could see crates and junks all around, and a fairly large figure suspended from chains. She could also hear voices and the echo of footsteps somewhere on the other side. They were probably working out what to do with their new captive.
Sveta quietly let herself down to the ground, and moved closer to the captive, sticking to the shadows.
"Psst!... Are you awake?..."
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Huh? It took him a full moment to register the fact the door had never actually opened and that he wasn't about to be interrogated. Now.. now Erik was just plain irritated. The entire night had gone completely off script and he wished there was a director to chew out and get things back on track. Grinding his teeth a bit he shoved down some anger as an annoying little tune played in his head. Something about the voice was familiar, but as elusive as a fly on a summer day.
He gave himself a brief moment to scream his head off internally before he drew himself up in the utmost non dejected manner he could given he had to stand a bit on his tippy toes to keep his shoulders from hurting. Finally look upon his would be 'rescuer'. Worst case scenario it was some rookie trying to make a name for him-nope that body shape was all woman. At least she knew how to be quiet if nothing else.
In hushed tones he responded. "Quite. Though if you are some rookie you best get out of here before things get messy." Making sure to convey he was -not- in need of any help and that everything was going according to plan even if a bit.. delayed.
The man had an awfully big mouth for someone chained up in some criminal's den. Sveta huffed as she shifted her position, trying to see how hurt he was, and how secure his chains were.
>>"Quite. Though if you are some rookie you best get out of here before things get messy."
"I'm not a rookie." she frowned, glancing around, listening for sounds. Talking about sounds... the man's voice sounded awfully familiar. Sveta shifted again, to take a better look at his face. "... Erik?!... What the hell?"
There were voices in another part of the warehouse, but for now, none of them seemed to be cling closer. Shocked to see someone Haven-adjacent in this hellhole, Sveta moved closer, trying to see how she could set Erik free.
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As fate was often cruel Erik went from almost death inducing boredom to being entirely too alert. Little miss huffy pants actually appeared to know who he was. Quickly he ran down his mental options. One, kill her, and everyone else in this place besides the hostages. Two, let her free him and listen to her gloat then kill her. Three, find out her identity to be on even blackmailing field then the both of them do what they probably set out to do. All other variations were unfeasible or fantastical. The first two would involve too much guilt for killing another vigilante. Three it was.
"You seem to have me at a disadvantage. Who might you be?" Keeping his voice low enough to hear, but loud enough to take a moment to break the little bones in his thumbs before his legs snapped out to wrap around mystery woman. His hands slipped free from the handcuffs a split second behind that. He hoped he caught her off guard and she wouldn't get away in time otherwise he was about to feel concrete meeting the back of his head.. again. Otherwise he would be in a prime, if awkward, position to rip her mask off. Which was what exactly he intended to do. Curiosity killed the cat, but regenerative powers and satisfaction would revive it.
>>"You seem to have me at a disadvantage. Who might you be?"
Of course. The stupid mask. Superhero masks were more of a joke in many cases, really; you could recognize people you knew well simply by voice. Erik and Sveta had only met a couple of times, however, it was not a surprise that he didn't guess. She moved closer, opening her mouth to respond...
... and then he jumped her.
How the hell did he get out of the handcuffs?!, Sveta wondered for a split second as Erik's legs wrapped around her. She reacted on instinct; once he let go of the handcuffs, his considerable weight was on her, and he was reaching for her face. Sveta dropped, along with him, twisting to the side to bring both of them down onto the ground, trying to gain the upper hand.
"Erik, what the hell?" she reiterated with an angry hiss. They were both going to get caught if they continued like this. "It's me! Muse!"
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Two very important details came cruising into his head as they tussled in their muted fashion or perhaps it was just when he felt his side hit the cold hard concrete. The woman very obviously knew him and she expected him to know her as well. She also liked to ask him what the hell was going on even if he really didn't want to answer! After a hesitating moment of struggle he stopped actively trying to wrestle with her and moved to slowly extract himself from her frame. Did he know a muse? The voice was somewhat familiar especially in the raised semi irritated tone that clearly betrayed she was displeased with someone.
Once free of her he quickly regained his footing with a little roll then begrudgingly extended a hand to help her up. If she had intended to screw him over somehow she could have yelled, instead she kept her cool. That was also telling in a way. "To answer your previous question of what the hell? I am here because some people from Sanctuary went missing. These people are human or at least mutant traffickers." Pausing to feel out her reaction on that just incase she didn't know anything beyond 'Bad guys are here.' Quiet for a moment before continuing. "If your not interested in a bloodbath and a potential for aggressive information gathering I really would leave now." Even if his tone was quiet there was no trace of doubt or remorse in his voice even if he had all but admitted he was ready to torture someone to get what he wanted.
Erik did not seem very convinced, but at least he let go. Sveta huffed as she was helped up, dusting herself off. They were wasting precious time here, and risking discovery. Apparently her mask worked a lot better than one would have thought. Maybe comics were not that ridiculous after all.
>>"To answer your previous question of what the hell? I am here because some people from Sanctuary went missing. These people are human or at least mutant traffickers."
"I suspected dat much" she noted, lifting the mask with one had just to make sure Erik realized who she was "I have been keeping an eye on them, and saw you get snatched."
>>"If your not interested in a bloodbath and a potential for aggressive information gathering I really would leave now."
"Please. I have been in this business a lot longer than you." saying that felt like it would make her hair turn instantly grey, but Sveta was telling the truth. She looked around, tilting her head as she listened for sounds. "What's the plan?"
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Huh.. It really was Sveta. He wasn't sure he had ever heard the name Muse before and passed it off as her 'hero' name. The mask made him feel horribly under dressed and he found himself missing his own outfit. One worked with what he had. In this case it appeared to be an office working turned vigilante? Well if she was in it as long as she alluded too she couldn't be that terrible at it or she would have ended up maimed or dead. His response to her was one general large shrug. She probably knew who he worked for and what they did so it really didn't need to be argued. This was closer to his day job then he would ever admit to anyone, especially his girlfriend.
Pausing a moment to listen around with her before he spoke. "When they brought me in I didn't hear anyone so anyone else they are holding must be deeper in, probably down a floor where they can't be heard. Priority One is locating and freeing the hostages even if we have to smash in some faces to get it done. Priority Two is figuring out what organization these people work for and where their main base of operations is. If we have to clean house along the way that is just a bonus." What followed was what could charitably be called a grin in the same way a wolf smiled before it ate.
"I figure we sweep the building on our way down until we find what we are looking for or everyone is eliminated. I will take point." The manner he said it meant there was no room for debate in his mind at least. He could survive a case of projectile induced lead poisoning far easier then whatever her private office worker butt could.
Putting words to action he moved for the door and tested it quietly. With a shake of his head as he noted it wasn't locked before slipping it slightly open to peer both as he could into the gloom. From what he could tell they were one of a cluster of rooms, probably offices at one point. The rest of what he could see was rather open and he figured it could have been anything at point until whatever company moved their operation overseas. Now it was just a scattering of garbage and leftovers from before squatters had been forcibly removed or captured by the buildings current controllers. With a signal indicating he didn't see anyone he let the door slip open enough to slip out quietly and keep watch until she followed him out. No stairs or elevator was immediately visible to Erik. Everything always had to be difficult.
She could see the recognition on Erik's face as he finally put a person to the name. It was amusing. There was a time when most of the people who knew her would have readily accepted that she was a vigilante; the fact that it was a revelation to Erik meant that she had been maintaining a less violent stable job long enough. Go figure.
>>"When they brought me in I didn't hear anyone so anyone else they are holding must be deeper in, probably down a floor where they can't be heard. Priority One is locating and freeing the hostages even if we have to smash in some faces to get it done. Priority Two is figuring out what organization these people work for and where their main base of operations is. If we have to clean house along the way that is just a bonus."
He had thought this through well enough. Even more so, he was enjoying it. Sveta was not sure how she felt about that, but there was no love lost between her and mutant traffickers (or human traffickers, for that matter), so she was not going to argue the finer points. The plan seemed solid enough, especially now that there were two of them.
>>"I figure we sweep the building on our way down until we find what we are looking for or everyone is eliminated. I will take point."
Sveta nodded. She was not going to argue that the bulky guy should go first. Her powers were not cut out for combat, but she had training. And a gun. And a knife. But she was not going to use those unless she needed to.
Erik found a door and they moved through, trying to see a way to go deeper underground to find the hostages. She had done this before, but usually with mutants whose powers were helpful in search and rescue. It was unlikely that a building like this would have built-in secret doors or passages. These were not that kinda people. Sveta looked around, noting some large filing cabinets by the wall.
"Can you move those?"
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The revelation that Sveta did vigilante work of her own on occasion left Erik with mixed feelings. He always maintained some hope that eventually he would get tired of trying to solve everyone else's problem and focus on himself. To see someone who was exceptionally successful by any standard still doing vigilante work tossed that idea right out the window. The siren's call to do.. something as the world seemed to burn itself to the ground was strong to those it felt it apparently. That certainly didn't bode well for his budding relationship!
Sveta pointed out the file cabinets by the wall and mentally kicked himself back on task. The rest of the furnishings were gone for the most part so why leave perfectly good file cabinets? Quietly as a cat he made his way over and after a moment of paranoid looking about to make sure the coast was clear. Positioning himself he made to give them a good shove. What happened instead was a ripple of pops down the length of his spine as it gave first. It took a second for the zip of pops back down saying it had fixed itself.
"Well that is curious. Wonder if there is a button or latch somewhere... or booby traps." This just got way more interesting and by extension fun! Running his hands along the back and giving a tug.. they were very, very secure for some reason. "Just in case this whole thing blows up.. best get a ways away." Waiting for her to move to a survivable distance for any explosion that wouldn't obliterate the building before he checked the drawers. After the going through the first column with no success he was beginning to think someone had just been excessively paranoid about a file cabinet crushing someone he discovered something. Hidden in the second drawer was nothing more than a button and some wires leading from it. Either it would blow up or it didn't. Without consulting his compatriot he just pushed it and stepped back.
With surprising grace and quiet the file cabinets slid away to reveal a freight elevator. "Hmm.. I am not really enjoying the implications of a secret door." Speaking and motioning for Sveta the coast was clear. Seeing no alternative he stepped inside. "Shall we?"
Erik tried to move the cabinets, but they refused to budge. He was a decent sized guy, and even without powers Sveta was sure he would have at least tilted the cabinets... which meant they were reinforced somehow. They were probably on the right track. Which also meant it was the wrong one. The deeper one dug into lairs like this, the more dangerous they got...
>>"Well that is curious. Wonder if there is a button or latch somewhere... or booby traps. Just in case this whole thing blows up.. best get a ways away."
"I don't think dey are smart enough for multiple use booby traps." Sveta mused, but stepped back anyway, just in case. Whoever used this door had to be able to get in and out repeatedly. Then again, she had been wrong before.
The button was pushed - Erik really was into the whole brave hero thing - and now they had a way down.
>>"Hmm.. I am not really enjoying the implications of a secret door. Shall we?"
Sveta nodded, and got into the elevator with him. There were only two buttons; one would take them down, and the other back up. Down was the only way to go.
"So... did we ever talk about using my powers with yours?" Sveta ventured, checking her gun in the holster as the elevator began to move.
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"That is fair, but it never hurts to be thorough. If I had a secret base I would put a couple of false exits designed to turn curious people into fine little giblets." Which was what any sane person should be expecting when pressing random buttons in unknown locations in his opinion. It was also an experience Erik figured he could survive if horribly painfully.
Once they were present in the elevator he bumped the button to go down and half expected an evil mastermind to begin talking about their evil plan as they descended. His experience with secret bases being effectively nil unless they were hidden in a desert somewhere. Instead they received a reasonably quiet sounding elevator. So far it was the most maintained item in the building.
Talk about combining powers made him scrape the far parts of his brain until he came up with an answer. "Uh I don't think so? You are a booster right? Not sure if I would just heal faster or turn into a 30ft. monster." The gravity of his tone disabused any notion it was a joke.
As the elevator slid to a stop he pressed himself up against the side. The doors opened and no one appeared. With a quick glance he looked at her and shrugged. It appeared these people relying solely n stealth for this entrance. Then he saw the cages.. hardly fit for animals let alone people. Rows of them in varying states of occupancy. All placed on pallets for ease of transportation. Erik gestured up above. Walkways had been fitted to the space and a smattering of guards with guns and batons paced around.
"Don't suppose you could call in any sort of quiet cavalry? If they know they are breached they could start shooting hostages. Any grand ideas besides try and find a way to free these people without getting yourselves killed?"
>>"Uh I don't think so? You are a booster right? Not sure if I would just heal faster or turn into a 30ft. monster."
"As long as we know what we're dealing with" Sveta smirked. "I boost more when it's skin to skin contact. And you might need dat fast healing at some point."
They both stepped aside as the doors opened, but no shooting happened right away. Sveta peered out along with Erik, noting the walkways above and the guns on the guards. Damn.
>>"Don't suppose you could call in any sort of quiet cavalry? If they know they are breached they could start shooting hostages. Any grand ideas besides try and find a way to free these people without getting yourselves killed?"
"I guess 30ft monster is out of the question?" Sveta whispered back, chewing on her lip "We could find a way up there and fight them on their level or we need some kind of a... plan."
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Erik wasn't sure he needed to heal faster then he already did. He may have understated his powers a bit when they rescued him from Russia his paranoia wouldn't allow him to do any less. That level of power though would be scary.. and draining. Still it was a good option to have on the table and he filed it away under very useful information given their current predicament.
He really didn't like the people with guns. They were definitely meant to discourage escape attempts or violent outbursts. Carefully he poked his head out looking for more 'bully boy' types of guards. Non-lethal would probably be his first option if he ran the place and with the risk in an operation like this he doubted 'breakage of goods' was high on the acceptability list.
"I wish I could promise that right this second." He whispered back and thought intently. Eventually he voiced his opinion."Still think our best bet is to find the guy in charge and get some answers. We could even probably hold him hostage to get all these people released. If something goes bad on the way I could always pretend to be an escaped prisoner and draw them away while you continue." He offered looking at her in her crime fighting outfit. Waiting to hear what she thought. He was after all her 'junior.' The thought made him smirk some.