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.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 21, 2020 20:45:00 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
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May 25, 2024 21:43:01 GMT -6
Jules
A blur. A complete and utter blur. That was the only word Quin could use to describe the last few months.
First had been the rescue, a man acting like they’d known each other for years...too sincere to be lying. He’d known so much about her too...right down to where she’d lived.
He had taken her home when it was all said and done.
Home. An apartment in New York City. It had been like a surreal dream...sure, I’m Quinn’s wildest dreams she’d thought about picking up and moving somewhere big, somewhere she could make a real difference...
The apartment hadn‘t felt like the kind of place Quin would live though. There were papers everywhere, and take-out containers...and an entire wall covered with push pins and pictures...literal strings connecting one idea to another.
They all led to the place where she’d been found.
The first thing Quin did was take it all down. Anything the police didn’t want for evidence went into the trash. The apartment felt cold and empty after that...much more a place to live rather than a home.
The Detective who had brought her home had filled Quin in on the basics of her life in New York...she’d been a cop...a detective…
For a time.
Things had apparently happened, she’d been wronged and she had quit. Now she worked for a mutant outreach corporation of some kind…
All Quin had been able to do was nod her head numbly. That person, the brave one who went headlong into super dangerous situations….just wasn’t her.
—————
There had been money in Quin’s bank account...more than she would have expected, but something felt wrong about staying in that apartment. It had been like house-sitting for someone who was never coming home.
Apparently this de-aging thing had been a problem for more people than just Quin and she had jumped through all the hoops to get her documents updated and everything squared away.
Apparently she had aged well, because there had been several awkward moments where people had recognized her and she’d had to explain the whole situation. Every time it had happened, Quin had walked away more and more depressed.
She hated her other self. What was so great about her that people were so eager to reconnect? How could she make the same decisions to put herself on the same path?
Her old job had offered her a place to stay and a foot in the door to go back to school. For a time, Quin had considered going home...but her parents hadn’t even known how to handle the phone call where she’d told them. They were old now too and Quin couldn’t handle seeing them like that...not yet.
Classes were over for the day, but the redhead didn’t want to head back to her room yet. She also didn’t want to socialize. Luckily, Haven was a true 21st century building with lots of open work space, so tonight found Quin sitting alone and working in calculus with far too many papers spread around and the most complicated calculator she had ever seen.
”UGH.” she said, leaning back and staring at the ceiling, pencil dangling loosely in her hand as she literally tried to figure out what she was going to do with her life.
The Haven Headquarters was an impressive building, and not one to which Zselyke was a total stranger. When she was running for her most recent re-election bid, she had a meeting with some of Hadden’s political advisors, talking about policies Haven wanted to advocate for and the support they wanted to throw behind her campaign.
Of course, that support was one small part of the grand machine that was Haven, and now the Headquarters held more open doors for the Junior Senator. She could not spend too much of her time in the building; people would accuse her of being in bed with lobbyists, which, yes, fair. Still, she had some time after a meeting and explored some of the facilities Haven was offering to its staff and residents.
That was the unique thing about the Headquarters; it had residents. Zoned for business and residential, a host of offices and facilities were balanced by high-rise apartments for some Haven higher ups, as well as slightly more modest accommodations for some employees, assets, and wards of Haven. Zselyke had a nice apartment of her own, but even she contemplated bugging Sveta about one of those high-floor suites, regardless of what her political opponents might say.
Wandering down a hall, Zselyke noticed a room with the door cracked open. Peeking inside, she was greeted with a open concept workspace. She was sure painstaking time and research was poured into the layout of the space, the ergonomic benefits of the furniture, and the psychological impact of the color palettes. Haven was that kind of organization; no “i” or “t” left undotted or uncrossed, respectively.
Her quiet musing was interrupted when a loud groan made her aware of the one occupant in the space, occupying a work area littered with papers. A young redheaded woman Zselyke did not recognize. ”Is the calculator causing you anguish or is it the papers?” Stepping in past the doorway, she added in her noticeably Hungarian accent, ”Paperwork gets me like that at times.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 28, 2020 6:30:34 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
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895
65
May 25, 2024 21:43:01 GMT -6
Jules
The ceilings in this particular space weren’t very high and as Quin lounges back in her chair she pondered if this was the kind of ceiling a pencil would stick into well. One time in high school she had managed to stick six or seven above everyone’s heads before th teacher had noticed.
The redhead was just about to try when a voice startled her from her thoughts. Quin sat up quickly at the sound, perhaps a bit too quickly to seem completely innocent, and studied the speaker for a moment. The woman was older than Quin and had spoken with an accent that the younger woman couldn’t really place.
The speaker was striking in the way that so many women gained when they had their lives together and a sense of purpose and it took Quin a moment to gather her thoughts before she could answer.
”Both...actually. It’s calculus...” Pausing a moment and frowning down at the work in front of her, Quin shrugged s bit, ”According to my college transcripts i passed the first time with flying colors...but I just can’t see how that’s possible with as much trouble as I’m having.”
Haven was such an interesting blend of people. There were business-minded individuals like the founder, (wherever he ran off to,) political assets, organizational fixtures. The group had plenty of age and experience and knowledge.
It also had youth and potential. The room was being used by a pretty young redhead, (who was definitely way too young for Zselyke to entertain thoughts of,) doing her best to focus on very boring homework. She could be a runaway taken in; they were literally a haven, after all. Zselyke also wondered if she was part of Haven’s effort to bring up young talent to further its future.
The disappointed explanation shed more light than Zselyke could have hoped for. She passed the first time. Implying this was a re-do at a very young age. She smiled warmly, walking toward the other side of this young woman’s table. ”Ah, you’re one of the age-displaced. I’m sorry to hear that.” She felt the plight of these people whose lives were upended. She also felt frustrated that there were enough voices arguing about “misusing tax-payer dollars” and “pulling themselves up by their bootstraps” that she struggled to pass as much legislative support for them as she wanted.
”Well, a transcript shows you results. It doesn’t show you effort. Maybe your past self hit this wall too, but you were too stubborn and clever a young woman to let it stop you,” she proposed, leaning on the back of a chair. ”Or maybe any host of things have changed your perspective now and you realize how dull calculus is.” So said the political science major.
”My name is Zselyke,” She tried to introduce herself clearly, because Americans struggled with her name. At least she was not spelling it. ”What might you be studying that you’re going to need calculus, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 20, 2020 8:13:28 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
[color=buttercup]
895
65
May 25, 2024 21:43:01 GMT -6
Jules
In spite of the fact she’d made the allusion herself, Quin felt herself involuntarily stiffen a bit as the other woman pointed out her status as one of the age-replaced. It was such a bureaucratic term that felt dehumanizing at best and...gross at worst. It wasn’t the woman’s fault though, the redhead supposed.
Her feelings continued to move in a more sympathetic direction as the older woman attempted to give Quin perspective on the situation.
A brief smile crossed Quin’s features, she’d had a pretty good study group of friends when she’d been in school back home...but they were probably all married now and well into careers that didn’t need calculus.
Why did everything have to come back to a life she didn’t remember having?
”Pre-law.” she answered a little off-handedly. ”I don’t even need calculus…and I ended up being a cop…”
The woman had introduced herself, Quin realized as she tried to sort through more things in her head.
”I’m sorry, I’m being rude…” she said with a contrite little smile, ”I’m Quin. Quin Archer. It’s nice to meet you Zselyke.” she said, doing her very best to parrot the woman’s name back correctly.
The de-aging epidemic was a touchy subject, particularly with those whose lives were displaced by it. Zselyke tried to picture how she would feel in their shoes, waking up, potentially in a different country in a position of power and a career she never imagined for herself. So much to live up to, so many life choices to question. The feeling that she was suddenly set back and had to catch up with the world around her.
Hopefully, Haven could help with that. Not everyone had that opportunity, but this frustrated young redhead did.
"You don't need it, but you took it both times." Zselyke smiled warmly, gesturing toward the seat as a request to sit and join her. "Sounds like either an overachiever or a masochist. Sadly, I'd be more likely to help with your law work than math. At least that has overlap with Poli-Sci." Zselyke knew people like that; taking classes they did not need to prove they could. Maybe Quin had something to prove.
As far as Americans went, for a first attempt, Quin did well to repeat her name. The effort was appreciated. "Nice to meet you, Quin. And you're not rude, you're pre-occupied. I'm debatable rude, interrupting your studying," she joked. Zselyke was a firm believer in not apologizing when something did not warrant it. She considered it a habit worth breaking.
Zselyke folded her arms and crossed one leg over the other, leaning in curiously. "So assuming I care more about what this Quin ends up being than some cop Quin I didn't know..." and she did, because that last Quin was not the one she was meeting, and based on Quin's tone, she had some thoughts on her older self. "Law is a big field. Any particular paths a young woman like yourself has an eye on?" You have new opportunities and a fresh start; what do you do with it?
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2020 7:36:47 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
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895
65
May 25, 2024 21:43:01 GMT -6
Jules
Quin had to chuckle a little when Zselyke pointed out that only an overachiever or a masochist would take calculus if they didn’t have too.
”The first time I took it because ‘it couldn’t hurt’ and a friend of mine wanted someone she knew in her class. I took it this time because it’s what I took last time…”
Frankly, when it had come time to register for classes Quin had panicked. Haven had provided all sorts of counseling and emotional support through the whole process and they’d spent what seemed like hours telling all of them that this was a chance for a new start...that they could be anyone or anything they wanted to be.
Quin hadn’t known what she wanted to do, or what she wanted to be. The registration person had seemed a bit disappointed when she simply signed up for the same classes her transcript showed.
Realizing she was staring at the other woman and hadn’t said anything for a while, Quin started a bit and ran a hand through her hair. Zselyke had said she wasn’t being rude, but Quin couldn’t think of another name for what she was doing.
The last comment from the other woman made Quin frown thoughtfully before shrugging a little bit.
”Growing up I wanted to go into environmental law...but I just can’t get excited about it. I have absolutely no idea why my other self ever wanted to be a cop, but that’s the last thing I’m interested in doing.” Just thinking about the job or her old apartment brought back memories of a cold fenced paddock where she’d been kept with so many others...it still made her shudder.
”I want to help people though. People who can’t, or don’t know how to help themselves.”
The words came almost unbidden, and weren’t something that Quin thought she would have said before this conversation. It was a bit of a revelation and for the first time in..since she could remember. Quin felt a little seed of excitement ignite in her belly.
It was not easy carving a new path for yourself amidst the pressure of expectations. Parents were bad enough without dealing with your own legacy. If Zselyke was meant to do her part to help Haven grow, in a small way, helping Quin work past her own expectations fit the bill. She could relate to that initial motivation; making an educational decision based on staying close to someone. "I went to college in America because I was smitten, so jumping into a Calculus class doesn't seem like much of a stretch."
At her core, it sounded like Quin was motivated to help. The old her was a cop, (hopefully a just one,) and before her de-aging, she wanted to protect the world. She was not motivated by money or fame or status, all of which were draws for some students of law. It was an idealist's answer, and while Zselyke was too jaded and experienced to be a true idealist, she remembered what that was like once upon a time. "I think I understand where you're coming from. I was aimless early in my college years-- that's what happens when your choice to chase a girl to another country goes wrong." It was funny to think now how that impulsive decision and the equally impulsive decision for that girlfriend to cheat on her set her down this path.
"Still, I got my feet under me, I found the causes I was passionate about. That desire to help people got me to where I am now. Well, that, a ton of work, and a knack for public speaking." Passion was just one tool in a politician's arsenal.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jan 9, 2021 20:52:17 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
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May 25, 2024 21:43:01 GMT -6
Jules
Zselyke seemed to get it...even if the older woman's motivations had been different. Somehow it made Quin feel better and she found herself thinking, not for the first time, that if someone as put together as Zselyke had made mistakes and lacked a sense of direction at one point...maybe things weren't as hopeless as they sometimes seemed.
The law still drew Quin light a moth to flame. It was the most practical way to actually make a difference and help people. Law enforcement however produced and almost visceral reaction. It wasn't something she'd ever be able to do. It definitely warranted more thought and consideration.
"What were you passionate about?" Quin asked, curious how the rest of the story played out.
If college Zselyke could see her future self giving life advice, she would have called bullshit. Those formative years were a messy point in her life. It took her longer than her peers to find direction, and her decision making was questionable at best. (With how she got roped into joining Haven, maybe some things did not change as much as she assumed.)
The circumstances were different, but Zselyke felt kinship with a young woman looking for a purpose and feeling lost along the way.
Quin’s question was existential, whether or not she intended it that way. When Zselyke thought about her passions, some related to her job, but her work was not her passion. ”That’s evolved a lot, honestly.” The politician rested her hands behind her head, thinking back to college.
She smirked. ”After things with that girl I was smitten with tanked tremendously, I drifted for a bit. I finally decided to be passionate about life. I just wanted to focus on experiences. That led to getting passionate about people. Knowing people,” she clarified. Passions and people could go different directions, and while they did in college, she wanted to stay productive. ”Understanding how people lived and what they loved. The way life was less fair for some.”
That was what led her into student government and law. ”That’s basically when I started picking fights. Racial rights, queer rights, mutant rights. I got hooked on being a person who fought to make things better.” Zselyke laughed, realizing she was monologuing. How typical. ”But in the interest of not talking your ear off with a speech, add almost two decades and you end up with a Junior Senator. Who still picks fights, of course.” Legal fights. Mostly.