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 drink was accepted, which was a good sign. Bubbles didn't take rejections personally, because this was a business. As cute as a damn button as she was, she was not going to be everyone's type. Still, it might have stung a little if she was so not Svetlana's type that she wouldn't take alcohol from her. "Cheers!" Well, the cheers was in spirit; it was too early in the night for Bubbles to start drinking.
A look crossed Svetlana's face, but before Madi could wonder, she said what was on her mind. So it was her criteria; it was not clarified to her which woman in the party had that stance.
Madison tried to be open-minded. "That's good to hear! I mean, I didn't think Senator Lanyi would bring a bigot here."
Madison looked between the Senator near the stage and Svetlana, who seemed to be here for her friend's benefit. She'd seen that before. "So it's she trying to get you out of your comfort zone? Or is this, like, a spicy date night?" She winked, enhanced by a good 20 minutes worth of carefully applied eye makeup that most men at the club would never notice. "I promise I won't say anything or tease, I'm just heckin' curious."
>>"That's good to hear! I mean, I didn't think Senator Lanyi would bring a bigot here."
"No, she wouldn't" Sveta smirked. Zselyke could be civil when she needed to be, in political circles, but she was not going to invite any conservatives to the woke club any time soon.
>>"So it's she trying to get you out of your comfort zone? Or is this, like, a spicy date night?... I promise I won't say anything or tease, I'm just heckin' curious."
Bubbles, somehow, was still here. Sveta was not sure why, but she decided to go with the flow. The wiskey helped.
"Oh no, no date. I'm into guys. Well... the general concept of men. The ones that are not total a**holes, I guess." she chuckled. She had not met many of those, not since Nate left town. "Yes. Comfort zone. She thought I needed to get out more. Way out, apparently."
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Bubbles would leave the table soon, she told herself. She had dances to provide and money to make. First, she had to feed her curiosity over the businesswoman.
Svetlana's answer took several seconds of confused blinking for Bubbles to process. "Oh, right, straight purple exist!" She giggled, before remembering that could be seen as rude in context. "Sorry, bit of an inside joke, since straight is very much not the default in our lives. But we do have guys, at least, for all our man-loving-girls!" Multi-gender clubs like theirs were uncommon, so she was proud of that.
"But good luck in the hunt! Can't remember the last guy I dated who wasn't an asshole." Not that she was famously lucky with women. "I'll be sure to let you know when my favorite guys are taking the stage," she promised playfully.
Motioning to finally stand, Bubbles curtsied politely, befitting her professional tie. She would disregard how ill-equipped a skirt that short was for a curtsy; not like she wasn't showing off her underthings all night. "Well, the song's winding down so your friend will be back soon, but consider me your Hexes and Hoes ambassador. If you need anything, I'm your girl tonight, Miss Sergeyeva!"
Sveta was not even sure why she told Bubbles that much. Damn, maybe she was too jaded. Was this a "people like to talk to strippers" kinda situation? Who knew? She downed the other shot, wishing Zselyke would come back.
>>"Oh, right, straight purple exist!... Sorry, bit of an inside joke, since straight is very much not the default in our lives. But we do have guys, at least, for all our man-loving-girls! But good luck in the hunt! Can't remember the last guy I dated who wasn't an asshole. I'll be sure to let you know when my favorite guys are taking the stage,"
"Um... thanks." Sveta was not sure the male dancers would cheer her up much either. Not that they weren't hot. Actually, the women were hot too, that was not the problem at all. Sveta could appreciate aesthetics...
>>"Well, the song's winding down so your friend will be back soon, but consider me your Hexes and Hoes ambassador. If you need anything, I'm your girl tonight, Miss Sergeyeva!"
"Thanks, Bubbles." Sveta smiled a little, nodding to the girl. She doubted she would be back. She was much relieved when Zselyke finally found her way back to the booth, probably out of half her campaign budget. Sveta arched an eyebrow at her. "Having fun?"
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Zselyke was certain she had caught a dose of perfume and glitter from all the attention Demi paid her. She was absolutely find with bills tucked in her waistband. She was apparently fine with contact, too, given how much of it she showed the Senator.
This place was the best. Ten outta ten.
On her way back to the table, she saw the dancer in yellow making an exit, piquing her curiosity. She spotted a shot left on the table and downed it without questioning it. Whiskey, maybe with an apple bourbon twist. She was going to leave legendary reviews on this place. "Yes and sorry! Didn't mean to be gone long, but I sort of picked up a one-song job as a replacement stripper pole."
Watching the yellow dancer walking away, appreciating the view, Zselyke had to ask. "I guess I'm not the only one who got a woman's attention tonight. Did she try convincing you to buy a dance?" She really didn't want to make her friend feel awkward, but she was also sad to have missed an interaction like that.
Zselyke looked very happy. She was generally an easy-going friend, but she was definitely in her element in this place.
>>"Yes and sorry! Didn't mean to be gone long, but I sort of picked up a one-song job as a replacement stripper pole."
Sveta chuckled. She could see hints of glitter on the senator's face. No one was gonna complain tonight. Sveta suspected that Zselyke had seen Bubbles exit the booth.
>>"I guess I'm not the only one who got a woman's attention tonight. Did she try convincing you to buy a dance?"
"Actually, she was... respecting my boundaries." Sveta grinned "Or maybe she still thought I was a bigot, dunno. She promised to send some male dancers to the poor straight woman, though." she chuckled. "I'm not sure how I feel about that. How about you? Who's your next dancer?"
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Staff did not fail to disappoint. Considering how touch that played a contentious role in Svetlana's life, it was reassuring to know the dancers would be respectful and not freaked her out.
The bigot part was mostly concerning. "I'm sure she doesn't think that. Sorry, I didn't want to ruin tonight for you with the stress of possibly blowing the place up." Maybe being vague here was a poor plan. "If there's any confusion, I'll say I have a mutations that's weird around other mutants." Zselyke wouldn't out a friend, but she was fine outting herself to a coven of strippers.
Taking her seat, Zselyke drew her finger from her neck to the bottom of her chest, creating an illusionary tie like the yellow dancer's, but in an emerald shade of green. "I promise I won't leave you to go skirt, er, thong chasing. I'm content with a little sitting, drinking and talking with occasional stage ogling. Also, you might need to convince me after a few drinks that it is not a good idea to take a turn on stage. Because I will think it's brilliant-- based on past experience." At least she had pole dancing classes under her belt.
Zselyke looked a little sheepish. She had really gone out of her way to drag Sveta out of her snail shell and help her have a good time. It was not her fault having a good time was kind of difficult for her.
>>"I'm sure she doesn't think that. Sorry, I didn't want to ruin tonight for you with the stress of possibly blowing the place up. If there's any confusion, I'll say I have a mutations that's weird around other mutants."
"I think that ship has sailed" Sveta smiled "But I appreciate it." Hald the club had already seen her all over the dancer, anyway. She would just have to own up to being weird about touching mutants.
>>"I promise I won't leave you to go skirt, er, thong chasing. I'm content with a little sitting, drinking and talking with occasional stage ogling. Also, you might need to convince me after a few drinks that it is not a good idea to take a turn on stage. Because I will think it's brilliant-- based on past experience."
Sveta tilted her head, giving Zselyke a look as she waved at a passing waiter for more drinks.
"You have been up there before? Senator, every time I think you can't get any more outrageous..."
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Some mutation secrets were harder to hide than others, and Sveta's put her in a precarious position. Most people she would ever meet were not mutants. It was hard to get a census for a species of people who were constantly (and rightfully) concerned about abuse by the government, but as mutant numbers grew, it was still likely nineteen of every twenty people Sveta met would be human. The Twentieth person might be human. But at any given time, there was a not-insignificant chance she'd bump into a mutant if she was not careful and not lucky, and that could cause a proper mess.
It felt like things would be easier for her if her mutation was known publicly, or at least her reasons for being cautious of other mutants. It was amazing how much restraint and control Sveta exhibited to keep people around her safe, and she kept it to herself, along with the stress that choice caused.
Tonight, they would put aside the worry that someone would question her aversion. The dancers were informed, they were welcoming, and they both knew there was not a bigoted bone in Sveta's body.
The chance to progress the conversation arrived alongside a new round of drinks in the form of Zselyke's spicy past. The Senator grinned. "Well, I wasn't a Senator at the time-- not that it'd stop me, I promise you." There was still a possibility she'd find her way onto the stage later in the evening, so she did not want to rule it out. "After I moved here for freshman year and the girl I had been smitten by decided to spoil a good thing, I hit schoolwork hard and bottled up a lot. My friends dragged me out to a club like this but less cool."
The next round of drinks arrived to the table; whiskey sours. (Off in the distance, the dancer in yellow winked to Sveta when she raised her glass before disappearing backstage to prepare for her stage set.) Zselyke thought nothing of it, sipping her drink and continuing. "I was so pent up, but a few drinks and the attention of sweet, scantily clad women did a lot to unwind me. And one thing led to another and I was unbuttoning my top with my hand on a pole. It's eye-opening to step out of your comfort zone like that sometimes." She chuckled, taking a big sip, before adding, "If I wasn't convinced my parents would have personally brought me back to Hungary, I would've picked it up for some pocket money." Once she decided politics was part of her path, Zselyke ruled out a stripping side job; America was not that accepting back then.
Sveta tried to picture Zselyke on the stage with the dancers, and found that it was not difficult at all.
>>"Well, I wasn't a Senator at the time-- not that it'd stop me, I promise you. After I moved here for freshman year and the girl I had been smitten by decided to spoil a good thing, I hit schoolwork hard and bottled up a lot. My friends dragged me out to a club like this but less cool."
Oh, so it had not been this club specifically. And she had not been a senator back then. That was a little easier to believe, although Sveta had a growing suspicion that being a senator was not going to stop Zselyke from doing it again. Especially if the drinks kept coming.
Bubbles winked at her from the back. Sveta smiled. The girl was nice, even if she was barking up the wrong tree.
>>"I was so pent up, but a few drinks and the attention of sweet, scantily clad women did a lot to unwind me. And one thing led to another and I was unbuttoning my top with my hand on a pole. It's eye-opening to step out of your comfort zone like that sometimes. If I wasn't convinced my parents would have personally brought me back to Hungary, I would've picked it up for some pocket money."
Sveta chuckled, sipping her drink. She was developing a nice buzz on top of her natural aura.
"Somehow, I believe you" she grinned. It was strange, how different Zselyke's view was on this whole stripping thing. And how much difference the setting made. "Did I ever tell you how I ended up here in America?"
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Everyone viewed the world differently based on who they were and the life experiences they had under their belt. Zselyke, for all the obstacles she had overcome, had a better life than many people. She was an immigrant, but her parents had the financial standing to send her to America and help her through college. Being white, European, and pretty also came with their own privilege.
What kind of politician would she be if she ignored the life experiences and world views of others? Well, she'd be like most of her colleagues, but the goal was always to be better than them.
Relaxing back into her seat and watching a ripped young man tear away his pants, her attention was still on Sveta. She wanted to appreciate the show, but she returned to her friend as she always did. "You haven't. Did you also get lured here by love? By a guy?" Zselyke's experience had been with a girl who had tugged her heartstrings overseas, but she figured she could adjust for Sveta's experiences.
There was a male dancer on stage now. Sveta watched him, amused. He was definitely hot, aesthetically speaking, but the tearaway clothes were a bit much. She never quite saw the allure in those.
>>"You haven't. Did you also get lured here by love? By a guy?"
She turned her attention back to Zselyke and her well-meaning question. She couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head.
"Well... you could say that." she drank some more, this story needed it. But if she could be honest with anyone without fear, it was the senator. Ironically enough. "I came here for an arranged marriage. I was nineteen." She let that sink in before she continued. "I ran away from home with my sister when I was a teenager, because my mother was an ***hole and she dated ***holes. We got picked up by a woman who was... a matchmaker. She trained young girls and decked them out and shipped them overseas to marry rich men." She was not really angry at any of that. At the time, it had been her decision. "So, she trained me too. How to be good wife material, with a dash of escort. You know. Sexy, entertaining, fashionable... trophy wife, I guess. At least some of it was useful." She grinned, flipping her hair. She kept the knowledge that worked.
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It was hard to vie for attention in a strip club, what with the lighting, the music, and the dancers putting skin on display. That made it all the more impressive when Sveta dropped a bombshell so unexpected, Zselyke forgot she was in the VIP section of a strip club.
An arranged marriage sounded like a nightmare for Zselyke, who was notorious for dissenting to anyone telling her what to do. The circumstances leading up to that were upsetting, with Sveta and her sister dealing with abuse from a parent and the men she let into their lives. Sveta had never mentioned her sister until now, and it made sense why she would keep her sister close to the chest. It was good to know they escaped, but where would kids like that go?
To someone else who could exploit them. Zselyke sipped her drink, trying not to let her empathy come across as pity, because it was not. Sveta made impossible choices for herself and her sister. She smiled back when Sveta grinned, but that story was a lot to process. She wondered how much processing Sveta had done about her own past. "Suddenly, 'cheated on by my high school girlfriend' feels like a tepid origin story," she joked. "Well, while I won't pretend you didn't nail the sexy lessons, it must have been hard learning about sexuality and bodily autonomy through that lens; a utility to offer to men. No wonder you had apprehensions about a place like this."
Exhaling, Zselyke had to tackle the other bombshell in Sveta's story. "So your sister... is she safe? Did she get matched, too?"
Sveta could tell that Zselyke was more stunned about her story than she'd expected. She kept it a secret for a reason, but some of her best friends knew, and sometimes she forgot that to an outsider from a whole different background it did sound like a pretty dark time.
>> "Suddenly, 'cheated on by my high school girlfriend' feels like a tepid origin story... Well, while I won't pretend you didn't nail the sexy lessons, it must have been hard learning about sexuality and bodily autonomy through that lens; a utility to offer to men. No wonder you had apprehensions about a place like this."
Now it was Sveta's turn to blink in surprise. She had... never quite thought about it like that. It was something she needed to do at the time. Having been a teenager did not really figure into it. Would she be... different, about her body, if she had been raised differently?
>>"So your sister... is she safe? Did she get matched, too?"
"Still in Russia" she shook her head "I send her money so she doesn't have to. I have thought about bringing her here, but... the timing was never right." Between being a vigilante, and then Haven CEO, and now with magic... "I didn't get married, in the end. It turned out the guy didn't even know about it, it was his mother's plan. And... he was a mutant. That's how I ended up at Xavier's. And found out I made other kids' powers go haywire. So, the wedding was off. Can't say I got any luckier after that." she noted with a smirk.
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It was a relief to know Sveta's sister was safe. Money was not everything in life, but in the world they lived in, it was, unfortunately, the difference between living comfortably and choosing between exploitation or starvation. Sveta was finally in a position in life where she had real money, and she was using that to protect her sister. That was so very like her. "It's fair. New York can be hectic. Still, I'm glad she's got her big sister keeping her safe. I'd love to meet her one day." They were hoping to make New York a better place for everyone, so maybe they could find a room for her in the Haven HQ eventually.
There were overbearing mothers, and then there was a mother who bought a mail-order bride for her son without telling him. Awful. Zselyke left questions of Sveta's first interactions with her mutant fiancé to her imagination, knowing things with Sveta's powers could get messy. "Oh, I don't know. Your luck's turned around quite a bit; pillar of the mutant community, influential, CEO, and now you have an amazing partner in crime," Zselyke joked.
Draining her glass, Zselyke nonchalantly added, "Unless you mean your luck with men. That sounds like it's been properly shite from what you've told me."