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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Emily was not mad about being shocked by William. It was a nice change of pace from how the police had reacted. Granted he had a more visible display. Had the sergeant not been there it might have been a fairly ugly response.
The sergeant left leaving William alone with Emily. As for being in a strange place with no one around he knew or recognized, his present situation was better than it could have been. Emily gestured to the mansion, "Well, shall we? I can get you settled, I'll show you around a little first and then we just have a bit of paperwork to do and we can get you a room."
William looked at the mansion, then back to Emily. ”Yeah.” He started toward the mansion. Paperwork then a room. Was this some kind of boarding school or did they just have rooms for people like himself who had nowhere else to live at the moment. ”What exactly is this place? A boarding school, a home for wayward kids?”
If it was where William would be staying he felt he should know something about it. Not to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything, but just to have an idea what his new life would entail.
Evelyn took notes. William looked over and saw that in addition to the notes she was drawing charts. He couldn’t read what she was writing from where he was, but he could tell she was writing down much more than just what he was saying. Maybe time stamps? It was like she was a regular scientist over there.
”Since we already have it set up, we may as well test the current. At least you aren’t generating like some dark mater or something we can’t measure. We can fill in the gaps with existing science!”
”That’s for sure. If I did we’d just have to assume I was magic… Until someone finally figured out what dark matter was. Well… In that case I could advance that field of study. Go find the researchers and just… Do dark matter stuff or whatever. No sense dreaming about what he could do if he happened to have dark matter powers. He had electric powers and those he could test.
”Okay. Testing what current I can produce.” William focused on running power through the multimeter. It went in and it naturally flowed back to him through the machine. The current started in milliamps. ”With no effort, 1 milliamps.” William focused on sending more current. ”5… 10... 20… 30… 40… 50 milliamps. I can push harder… 100 milliamps… 200… 300... “ William had started slowly increasing but had wanted to jump to his maximum. When he hit a hair over two-hundred the rate changed. ”I feel like I’m giving my all, letting it out as fast as I can now… but… the numbers keep rising. 450 milliamps. It’s almost like, maybe how much I can output goes up the longer I use it?”
William kept reading off the current until he reached ten amps. At which point the machine sparked. ”Uh that did not look good.” He could feel more power leaving but the machine was fixed at ten amps until it sparked again and a panel launched itself off the back. William let go of the leads he had been holding and the current from his hand stuck with it for a moment longer before he stopped outputting power. ”Uh… I think I broke it. It showed 10 amps before it broke.” William looked at the electrode he had held in his right hand. ”The hot lead looks… It looks like lightning hit it, blackened and bent.”
No longer generating power or letting it out, WIlliam had a corona around himself that did not seem to be fading at any appreciable rate. ”I might need… Specialized equipment to get hard numbers… They keep going up beyond what this can handle. And, well. I broke it anyway.”
The pair made a quick stop in the library to pick up a handful of books on electricity and then they were off to the chemistry classroom. William still barely knew his way around the mansion so he allowed Evelyn to take the lead.
One at the classroom the pair broke up and collected anything that could be used to help test William’s power. New, old, big, and small. They brought out it all. The devices could measure high and low voltage, amperage, etc. Most interestingly, William found a hefty multimeter that could handle a decent range of current and voltage.
Evelyn took out a notebook and pen. Which was good. William was likely to have his hands full so he wouldn’t be able to take notes if he wanted to. ”Good thought. Thanks.” He said to her as he put the last of the devices on the counter.
And Evelyn had a good suggestion of where to start. Get a baseline.
William nodded, ”That’s a good idea.” He turned on the incredibly expensive looking multimeter. It made a soft humming as it turned on and numbers came to life on the front face. It was reading no voltage and no current. ”Okay. It is zeroed out and set to D.C. Taking hold of the… leads? Whatever the sticks are called.” William narrated for Evelyn as he went. Taking hold of the two ends for the multimeter, William made sure he wasn’t generating any power. ”No change. Let me try… Letting something out. Nope, no change there either.”
Just to cover all bases he clicked the device to A.C. There was no change. William clicked it back to D.C. ”Nothing on A.C. I am going to try and generate power now.” William set his mind to fill him up with power. The voltage on the multimeter started climbing. Higher and higher. As he approached 50,000 volts the corona formed. ”50 thousand volts… Still going up… 100 thousand volts… 200… 300… 400… 500!” William’s eyes grew wide and his voice cracked as he said, ”One-million… And climbing!” At that point the corona brokedown and electricity began to arc off him. The voltage continued to climb until the machine stopped registering at ten-million volts. It was evident to WIlliam that he could go much, much higher. ”Uh… I think I hit this thing’s limit on voltage… ten-million volts! Try the current or find another higher limit voltmeter?”
The danger room? That sounded both like an excellent place to rest out his power and an odd name for a room in a school. Maybe it was more a room to put dangerous things in and less a room that is dangerous? Needing an adult though removed that room as an option though. The chemistry lab was suggested as a back up. One that they could get into and would have equipment they could use.
”Let’s go! While I want to see the Danger Room, the chem lab will do.” William told himself he was betting a little too excited. He fired back at himself that he had a superpower and there was a way to test its limits. How could he not do it and what could be more exciting!
”Lead the way. I’ll carry these books.” William scooped up Evelyn’s books to carry for her, placing his lone book on top of the stack. There was no sense of her carrying them just to drop them again. Not spilling books everywhere is the soul of expediency. ”You can grab the science books.”
The woman gave William a smile. That plus the way the building looked was reassuring to William. He did not suspect that the sergeant would take him somewhere awful given his demeanor, but you never know for sure until you actually get there and meet the people. William smiled back. It was more of an attempt to be polite and reciprocate the expression.
“There are a couple issues.” The sergeant said as he returned the envelope to his inside jacket pocket. “As I said we couldn’t confirm his identity. He claims to be William Maxwell Faraday, but the only William Maxwell Faraday, born Juneteenth, 1988.” He looked over at the clearly not in his thirties William. “I matched his prints to the prints on file for William Maxwell Faraday, Esquire. The attorney. All the information the kid gave me matches too. Birthday, social, mother’s maiden name. The works.” He shrugged, “We caught him having a joyride in an electric car registered to William Faraday. The car is impounded. I can release it to the mansion if you all confirm his story and give me a call.”
Sergeant Bishop produced a business card and handed it to the woman.
The fingerprint detail was news to William. And the car was amazing… If that was his, that was amazing! He was ecstatic about the idea. So much so that he generated a small charge. Not enough to produce a corona but enough to float his hair a little.
The woman then realized she had not introduced herself. She directed her attention to William and introduced herself as Emily. William shook her hand, a small jolt of electricity passing from him when their hands made contact. ”Sorry!” William said, he thought that it was simply the cold dry air causing the static. ”Nice to meet you, Emily.”
“If you have any other questions you can feel free to call or email me. Otherwise I’ll check up on the kid in a few days.” Sergeant Bishop checked his watch, “For now I’m needed on patrol. Have a good evening.” he tipped his hat to Emily, “Take care kid.” He set his hand on William’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze before he made his way back to his squad car.
The electricity continued to flow in an ever increasing stream. William moved his hand further from the table. The current continued to where he wanted it to. With his arm further away he found that he could send it further away from his hand along the table but still control it.
William looked up at Evelyn when she asked him about it. ”The table is warm… Not so much the electricity itself. It is like it flows out of me with zero resistance. No resistance, no heat waste… It does feel like a lot of power now though.” William closed his hand, cutting off the current. He was worried that it might be dangerous. Its resemblance to lightning was too much. William knew electricity could be dangerous and he did not want to lose control and hurt Evelyn.
”Let’s do that. Find all the books and all the testing equipment!” William jumped to his feet, excited to measure his power. Only then did he realize, ”Where would we find an ammeter?” Other than finding the books he had no idea where to find anything useful in testing his power.
Still lit up like a purple burning candle, William stopped generating and held his hand over the table again. The current returned, pouring out power into the table. The corona faded quickly as the high voltage necessary for its existence was removed. William smiled. ”That worked.” he said to himself.
The voice responded to Sergeant Bishop. She was inviting them onto the grounds and opening the gate.
“That’ll work just fine ma’am.”
”What is this place?” William asked the sergeant as the gate opened.
“It’s a place for gifted youth like yourself. From time to time people from here help us out. They’re good people.” Sergeant Bishop motioned with his head for William to follow him as he turned to head through the gate onto the grounds.
The surprising thing to William was how much space there was. He had never been to New York CIty, but he had seen pictures and watched tv shows. The city always seemed like a concrete jungle where the only greenery was in Central Park.
As they walked, they saw a purple haired woman in a brown jacket walk out of the building and head their way. The sergeant waved at her as they approached. William saw her but not even the oddness of purple hair distracted him from how impressive the building and the grounds were.
Once they were close enough to not have to yell, the sergeant tipped his hat and said, “Good evening, Ma’am. Hope you guys helping the kid out isn’t an inconvenience.” He pulled an unsealed envelope out of his jacket pocket. "Leaving the kid here lets me lose this report and stay in good conscious."
Throughout the trial run of William’s power, Evelyn was providing a commentary of sorts. The most important comment being her urging him to not panic. And she was right in that it did stop. From there she immediately moved to dissect what his power was. Electrical generation but not storage. Which seemed odd to William.
Eventually, in an attempt to best convey information regarding William’s power to him, Evelyn took his hand.
[Energy gathering, slow discharge. Greater buildup equates to arches, total emptying of electricity. Solution, electric storage and/or device for redirection, control.]
Hearing the echoes was still wild to William. Hearing a commentary on what had just happened from a perspective that clearly had analyzed the situation. He could understand how if it was a constantly running commentary it could be annoying, but in moments like that it was incredible.
As Evelyn continued speaking, the corona continued to fade away. Slowly dimming until it was gone. His sink had emptied.
”I… I have no idea.” William was too new to the power to know if storing the electricity would prevent him from becoming a human tesla coil. ”It is certainly worth trying… Maybe… Maybe the arcing is because I’m generating electricity without releasing it?”
Getting carried away with testing out his power, William again filled his mind sink. The corona returned. This time as he further filled the sink he kept forcing electricity out through his hand. It shot into the table again and again before finally resolving into a continuous stream. ”It feels like it is getting easier to let it out.” He generated more and more electricity until the arcing started again. He kept forcing as much out through his hand as he could. The arcs slowly tapered off as he William was able to release enough charge to slowly offset the amount of charge he was generating.
William smiled. The stream of electricity he was releasing had an appearance of being almost of liquid lightning and gave of a purplish light as it cut through the air to the table. He found that he could control where the electricity contacted the table. He could move it left or right, up or down. The path seemed to be more the arc's own decision. William watched it his eyes reflecting the brilliant light.
”I have not learned much more than I have this power. I have shot things and people with electricity but I have had little to no success doing it intentionally.” The first time being in a police station. What a fun time that was.
Evelyn described how her power seemed to work in a context that was understandable. She then tried to make sense of WIlliam’s power. William not having been a massive science nerd did not know much about how electricity worked. Sure he knew the basics; negative flowed to positive, direct versus alternating current, and that it took the path of least resistance. Beyond that he did not have the faintest clue.
William tended to think of himself as fairly intelligent. Standardized testing and class rankings supported this belief. Next to Evelyn he was beginning to feel like a dullard. As a child she was a fount of knowledge. Which only served to make William even more envious of her power. An incomplete reading of a text and Evelyn was able to come up with a decent way to try and think about how William’s power might work.
”Let me try that.” Ion closed his eyes and attempted to follow Evelyn’s advice. He envisioned a sink with water running. The water was his power, the sink himself. He envisioned the sink filling to the brim. The corona discharge grew faintly in size and brightness. He imagined turning the faucet on more. The discharge grew more. ”I think it is working! I can feel the electricity flowing.”
Holding his hand above the table, William imagined splashing the water out of the sink. Electricity arced between his hand and the table. He imagined opening the faucet up all the way.
WIlliam’s eyes shot open as he felt his body give way to the power that was building inside of him. It was completely unable to contain the charge that had built within him. The corona discharge was gone. In its place arcs of electricity fired off from his body. Many fired off toward the ground, others arced to nearby objects that could behave as a conduit to the ground such as the table.
”Whoa!” William exclaimed and imagined shutting off the water. The arcing didn’t stop. ”It isn’t stopping!” He could feel that he was not generating any more electricity. The flow out of him did not cease.
Although… I was slowing.
The arcing reduced in frequency and the corona returned. Noticing this, William was visibly relieved. He was not prepared to become a walking tesla coil. ”Okay. It’s stopping… I guess once I generate it, it has to go somewhere?”
That was interesting to Ion. Evelyn knew she was a mutant but an aspect of her power was new. Perhaps if the cause of him being here in the future was his future self becoming young than perhaps her future self had developed the power? William set the thought aside. There was not enough information to support any theories at the moment.
As for reliving memories, that seemed wonderous to William. Perfect recall of events. Not to mention that if the echoes as Evelyn called them were the reason she was studying at such a high level, they could be an incredible boon in careers where observation and recall were paramount. Such as the field that interested him. Law.
As Evelyn answered his questions, William took a seat at the table. No sense having a conversation standing up when seats were so readily available.
Even if Evelyn’s echoes could be wrong, the way it operated was amazing. It was exactly what someone would need to become a real life Sherlock Holmes. A running commentary of observations that they could use to reach deductive conclusions.
”I am envious. That is the kind of ability I wish I had.” William said, his tone conveying his genuine wish to have a power like it. ”I do some kind of electric thing. I am not sure how though.” William held out his hands and tried to will them to do something. Arc electricity or give off the coronal discharge like before. Nothing. He tried again, closing his eyes to concentrate. Again nothing happened.
William shrugged. ”I’ve only been able to make it work a few times.” He slumped into his seat. He was upset with the fact his power wouldn’t turn on when he wanted. It was his and it did its own thing. The lack of control was incredibly frustrating. William didn’t notice the faint purpleish glow emanating from anywhere resembling a corner on his person. Shoulders, ears, elbows, folds on his clothes...
They were not the only people to have the same experience. She was luckier than William was. Waking up in an apartment instead of in an apartment garage. All William knew of himself mostly came from the police while trying to identify him.
The other thing that interested William was the girl talking about her mutation. A mutation that prevents her from forgetting. Though it didn’t help in that particular instance. Before waking up in New York, William had only met a couple mutants. Hell, before waking up in New York he didn’t know that he was a mutant.
”I woke up slumped against a car that I am fairly confident is mine.” William said. ”Didn’t even know I was a mutant until later that day.”
The girl shook his hand…
[Distraction, confusion.]
William straightened up at the sudden voice. He looked around, but no one was there talking to them. He took his hand back and the girl introduced herself as Evelyn. And apologized for the voices in her head. Which William surmised as what he heard.
”That… That is wild.” William was intrigued by the ‘echoes’. Voices in Evelyn’s head that allowed her to not forget things. ”Do they always talk to you? Are they always right or can they be wrong?...” William cut himself off. He didn’t know how polite it was to barrage someone with questions about their mutation. As someone who recently learned they were a mutant he found the whole idea of having an ability fascinating.
After a few moments of waiting, a female voice responded. This surprised William. He was not used to places where people responded to the doorbell remotely. The sergeant took it in stride though.
“Yes, ma’am. I’m Sergeant Bishop with the NYPD. With me is William Faraday, he was down at the station today and he had an incident.” William shied away slightly at the mention of what happened at the police station. “I cannot confirm his identity to try and find his legal guardian. I thought it better to bring him here while we sort everything out. No sense putting a kid in a cell when there is another option, am I right?”
William, visibly uncomfortable, put his hands in his pockets to wait. He had been forthcoming with the sergeant and after hours of back and forth, there was nothing to show for it. The person William claimed to be was in his thirties and owned the car he had been joyriding.
What William did not know was that the fingerprints of William that were taken matched the fingerprints of William Maxwell Faraday that were taken when he was licensed to practice law. That is when the sergeant decided it was time to visit the mansion. He was not Mutant Related Crimes and something strange was happening that the good people at the mansion would be best equipped to address.
Invest in an e-reader? William knew Sony made one, but he had never met anyone who had one or even talked about getting one. Perhaps after fifteen years they had caught on. Good for Sony. ”A lot less unwieldy, that’s for sure.”
William followed the girl toward another area that turned out to be a den. As she spoke he deposited her books onto the table they had stopped at. She was talking about needing to go to the public library after she was done with the present texts. William considered himself pretty bright and studious, a cut above other students… But this child was making him feel like a dullard and a slouch.
The kid then surprised William further by referring to her last adulthood. His eyebrows had shot straight up. From what he had been able to gather he had been an adult at some point and had lost fifteen years. This child had seemingly had the same experience. Albeit she was left a fairly younger than he was.
”Do you remember being an adult?” William asked. If she could remember events from her past adulthood, maybe there was a way he could as well.
Skipping the question of if William was new, the kid stated it as a fact and asked about him already taking classes. The tone indicating less that she was curious if he was and more that she was surprised he was. Such matter of factness from a child was strange.
”Yes, I’m new.” William confirmed, ”And they have already assigned me to classes. I am glad though, I am not sure what I would do otherwise. I’m William, by the way.” William added the introduction at the end as he realized he had never introduced himself and he did not know the child’s name. He held out his hand.
”Sure there is. You would just have to be the District Attorney.” For them, all of those books would be but simplifications most likely.
Instead of a thank you William received a request to place the book back on top of the stack it had just fallen from. William raised an eyebrow at that, shrugged, and went to place the book back on top. He stopped short when he noticed the stack about to lose some more of itself.
William shifted True Crime to his other hand with his own book and reached out to grab the lowest book sliding off the stack. ”Why don’t you let me help you with these.” He lifted the books he had grabbed off the stack. Then quickly brought them to his chest as his wrist did not like him holding them all up in such an awkward way.
Normally William would not be as willing to help a child. He was a teenager and therefore generally above such things, but the kid was over eagerly trying to study rather advanced material. William respected that. Regardless of age, the pursuit of knowledge was commendable.
The mansion was now home as well as school for William. The world had moved on around fifteen years and had left him behind. Everything was different. Technology, the world, his friends and family, everything. That left him with nothing but the mansion.
At the very least he did have his own clothes. No more evidence room leftovers. Khakis and a polo, his normal school affair had been easy enough to scrounge up.
William had not only been assigned a room, he had also been assigned classes. Those classes included required reading. Conveniently, the mansion had a library where he could find all his required texts. Texts which could distract William from the most startling thing that had happened since he had awoken in New York City.
He could create electricity.
As it was, William had little to no control of when and how his power worked. The promise was that he could be taught control. Something William was certainly keen on. So much so that he would uncharacteristically daydream about it. Which led him to almost stumble into a child as he walked.
Noticing the girl with just enough time to stop, William noticed a book fall from the top of her stack. He came to the defense of the book and, holding the lone book he carried in his left hand, just managed to catch the falling book in his right.
”Careful there.” William said before turning the book over to look at it’s title. True Crime. William looked from the book to the child and cocked his head. She had quite the stack and the content was likely all of a similar level. ”Found yourself some light reading?”
