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.
For one, her mind was awash with possibility. There were so many ways she could approach this, that she really would need as much info as possible to some up with the most effective solution. The large and small of it was that this was going to be dangerous. Why did that excite her? Maybe it was the reality that no matter what she wasn't going to get hurt... Or maybe it was the thought of getting on Devon's good side.
All of it sounded good. "You have my address on record. Send the info my way, and I'll take a look over it. What do you want. Names? Locations? It will take a few days for me to bring anything of use, I think. And, of course, there's the question of payment..." She looked up, clasping her hands and placing them on her knee. Was that a smug smile?
They would have to compensate her for her time, right? And it would have to be under the table. Tax free. Haven had a bit of a seedy underbelly to it, didn't it?
He came up with a master plan, standing here, chewing on the inside of his lip. Oh @#$%, he was adorable wasn't he? @#$%! No crushing. No! Bad L! Besides, he wasn't Devon, after all. He was just a smart, clever Hollywood writer with a sense of honor and a need to say witty and dubiously flirtatious things.
Sniffle. Right, the plan. Wow, what a tropey sort of plan. No one would fall for something like that, right? You'd have to be a complete idio- Oh. Yeah, it was gonna work. "sounds good."
Moments later she was as close to tied up as she could be with the rope they had left after the cutting, laying on the floor looking as dead as she possibly could, which was easy because she didn't actually need to blink or breathe.
A rare, small smile appeared on her face as she listened to him explain his level of fame. "Sounds sort of famous to me." It was worth noting that she didn't do the usual thing people did when they were cut free after being tied up for hours. No testing the wrists, or stretching stiff muscles. All of her concern was for her dress.
It was a loss.
That same sardonic expression appeared on her face again as he praised her ability. "Not too much good, considering it trapped me like this." She referred to herself as a whole. A 12 year old. Forever. She gave a curtsy, however, when he bowed. What a gentleman! "Happy to be free."
Her look went from slightly bored to incredulous when he suggested her leaving without him. "Please, I'm not even in danger, and you'll have better odds with me here. We wait for them to stop, and then we beat them up." She grinned devilishly. "I owe these guys, anyway. Besides." She walked to the side of the bumpy wagon, picking up a discarded baseball bat.
"They were dumb enough to keep the bat they keep clubbing me with back here. I can help. We just... have to get their attention somehow? Get them to stop?"
Well, that just made things a lot more interesting. This woman was asking her to spy... on the mafia? Her?
She looked at the woman for a moment longer, and then leaned back to sit on the guest chair. "Sure, I can do that." She crossed her legs, and stared nonchalantly. In her mind, she was going over possibilities. How was she going to gather information about the mob? She had some ideas. Money would help, but leg work would suffice. And hey, worst case scenario, she got caught and they shot her. Oh well. "I'm guessing you want me to act outside of the Haven name on this... Hence snagging an outsider for it."
She sighed.
"Well, then, tell me everything I need to know."
She wondered if mobsters still made people go swimming with cement shoes. The ocean was cold, so that would probably be annoying.
L paused and smiled again at her explanation. "Why not? Most people do." Not this goodie two shoes, though. Did she seemed offended that the thought that she was a wanna be hero, and not an asshole? Odd.
You know, getting a rise outa this chick really satisfied her. It sorta made her forget she was mad in the first place. She listened, half interested at the explanation of her powers, before snagging a knife from one of the panicking men and poking herself in the eyeball with it sever times as hard as she could. "I'm invulnerable. I was seriously in no danger. I meant it." She spoke coyly, smirking as the girl freaked out a little bit, and walked off.
Moments later she would hear a little voice next to her. "So, you gonna split them? It's a little sad at this point... Though they did earn it." The little Lolita was walking next to her. "That's a pretty neat power you have there. You a hero or something?" She rubbed her nose on a little hanky before neatly depositing it into her purse.
Okay, so she was a hostage, sure. She could concede to that. I mean, the guy was holding her, and she wasn't strong enough to stop him. So sure, hostage.
"One hundred percent, and completely your fault." She smiled smugly as she noticed that she'd gotten under this girl's skin in a big way. "We'll you're a stubborn cow who can't mind her own business so that makes us pretty even!"
She froze in place, however, when the woman lurched forward suddenly, and went through them, shoving the man back, and into the other guy. No, really... INTO him. She looked back and stared in silence, eyes juuust a little bit wide at that.
They were... struck together. "Woah..." The woman was yelling at her, now, and she barely perceived the statement.
"Uh... Couldn't I ask you that?" She walked over to the two guys, prodding at them as they tried to sort themselves out.
"Wow... what'd you do?" She seemed disarmed and far less prickly. Fascinated, even.
Despite herself, the grumpy little girl of a woman found herself smiling back at Akshay's comment and grin. She then turned beat red and looked away when she called him beautiful. My gosh, he was really coming on strong! She turned away for a second to hide the blushing and sniffled. Immediately she smacked her head hard into the metal walling of the van when they went over a bump and swerved, and turned back totally unharmed.
"Ahem, thank you." Sniffle. It looked like he was pretty absorbed in being freed, so maybe he missed some of that? Anyway!
She nodded, her eyes widening a bit. "Wow, so, you're sort of famous, then?" She turned to the side to give him access to the knots, and tilted her head a bit as he announced he was a mutant. Wow, what were the odds? He then summoned a word from thin air. A sharp knife.
"Wow... That is... Really useful. So, you can make the word and control it's properties with adjectives? Neat." Sniffle. "Don't worry about cutting me. I'm completely invulnerable in every way." She nodded, and even moved into the knife as he began to cut to give him more leverage.
"EllaLouise Gartner. Honestly, I'm gonna say this was the highlight of my day." There was a sudden loosening sensation as her bonds gave way. Soon she was completely free, and standing before him, poking at the new cuts in the side of her dress with a flat expression on her face. Sad day. She liked her little blue dress. It seemed like every time these tools kidnapped her she lost another one. Oh well.
"So... The last time I opened the back door and dove out while it was moving. I was with a girl I could cover with my body. You are... uhm... Bigger than me, so I don't think that would work. Do you have a solution?"
L's face turned beet red when the woman took the knife from the man somehow, and tossed it over her shoulder. With a huff, she marched past the woman and down the alley, grabbing up the knife by the blade, and marching back, stomping her feet as much as possible.
The litter girl then shoved the handle of the blade into the man who was down a knife, and turned back to the other woman. "Look. WE," the we being her, and the two men, "Have this handled, okay? That's what's going on here."
This was silly, right? Like, a little too silly. Clearly, this woman had something about her that would stop her from being in danger, hence grabbing the knife right from the bumbling man. L, obviously, wasn't in any danger as well. There was no reason to argue anymore!
But... Well... It was the PRINCIPAL of the situation, right? This woman needed to know that she, and her fellow goodie two shoes types, needed to mind their own business sometimes!
And then the small nose grabbed her. Uh oh, her only weakness! Grappling! She frowned and looked back at him, and then back at herothot. "I'm perfectly safe. I. Am. Perfectly. Safe."
She was safe. I mean, sure, he had control of her, but what was he gonna do? Nothing could harm her. At all. "You know, though, It's totally your fault I'm a hostage now. I was too busy arguing with you. Thanks."
They were, what, playing leap frog, now? What the @#$^ was even happening here?! This was too much.
Then the word came out. The K word.
"Kid?!" Jesus was steam coming out of her ears? "Don't call me that again, you hag! I am NOT in danger. You, however, are going to get yourself mugged if you don't. Just. GO!"
Nope. See, they were mugging her now.
She stepped around again, waving away big nose as he waved his knife, which may have connected with her a little. She ignored it, and turned her back on him, putting a finger in Juniper's face. "Now you LISTEN! I will not have you treating me like a child, ESPECIALLY in this sort of situation! Now you've just earned it at this point. Give the mean man your wallet and run off to safety, THOT!" That Hero Over There
Her fists clenched as the woman gave her some lip in response to the danger statement. "Well, Obviously, but I figured I might spell it out in case you were slow."
The woman stated that the men might not know how to use knives, and, no shit, one of them exclaimed very britishly. Oi? Who that @#$% said oi on this side of the pond? Wait, was this girl... yes she was. She was scooting PAST the muggers to get in front of her. L clenched her teeth, gloved hands rocking a bit as her arms locked.
Bigger?! What the @#$% did that have to do with anything.
She stood in front of the smaller girl, who was turning red with rage at this point. What. an. Ass.
I mean, yeah, it being in front of her, it was worthy of jealousy, but no! Her! She was the booty! Ass. She was the ass.
"Ahem." She reached a gloved hand up to touch an elbow that wasn't honestly too much higher than her own, and walked around the woman daintily. "Mrs. I don't think you understand. You could honestly get hurt here. I think you should be the one running. We wouldn't want you to get a scratch on that pretty face, right?" She patted the elbow condescendingly as the men looked at each other again.
This was weird, right? Were the fighting over who was going to get mugged?
Where the @#$^ was that ice cream vendor?! She'd been looking for that asshole for an HOUR now! She had a coupon for free Ice Cream, and she was currently poor and NEEDED A @#$%ING FIX. Momma wanted some creamy goodness, Goddammit, because life was hard and the answer was calo-fuckin-ries. At least she had a job prospect now. Her mansion was still getting paid for, but her own spending money had been cut off, that meant coupons were gold IF you could find the cart they belonged to.
She sighed as she turned into a dark alley to head toward 3rd, the last place she hadn't checked in this entire square mile of the city. What? It wasn't like she got sore feet. Half way through the dark alley she spotted the cart, and her doll eyes widened with hopeful joy. The expression flattened, however, when two dumb @#$%s with ugly mugs and sharp knives walked out of the darkness. One had a little knife, and a big nose. The other had a giant knife and a nose that was just a little too small. That was interesting.
She stared blankly at them as they approached. Maybe. Just maybe. If she stared blankly for long enough they would leave? She didn't need to blink, so... That could be unnerving. Honestly, it wasn't like she was concerned. What were they going to do, stab her to death? Good luck with that one. She sniffled and stared, blinking in surprise as big nose was hit by something wet.
Oh, Ice Cream! Wait.
A girl was walking up. L's eyes widened. Oh no. Someone was going to try and save her. Jesus, what was with this #@$in city?! Couldn't people leave well enough alone? Worse, this girl looked... Normal. Maybe a bit basic. Like she liked Pumkin spice lattes during fall, and peppermint mochas during winter kinda basic. Eyebrows were on fleek, though.
ANYWAY, she was putting herself in danger for the wrooooong reasons, so as the man chimed in with a "The @#$% do you think you're doing?!" She found herself mirroring the sentiment.
"Hey, look, I get it, being a good Samaritan and all, but these guys could be dangerous, sweety, are you sure you should be making them mad?" Kids these days.
You know, things were actually going pretty well, considering how terrible things were going. Sure, she was getting kidnapped for the third time in a year, but she was meeting new people, right? Silver linings.
Their Team work was working to a reasonable extent. She'd settled her head into his lap facing up to get a better angle on the rope, and was finally making progress when he started talking. Hmm... He was the type to fill empty air, huh? She didn't mind. She didn't get to talk to too many people, and his relatively quick acceptance of her age had earned him plenty of brownie points. She tugged sharply a few times, and blinked as he finished his question, his upside down head looming over her from their awkward position.
Was he... Flirting? That almost sounded like a pick up line. She sniffled. "Would... You believe this is a regular thing for me? I come from money, and I fit in most potato sacks." she shrugged and dug in again. Her eyebrows perked up as she tugged once and a loop came undone, loosening his hands enough to where he might be able to get them loose.
"What are you doing here, then? They don't grab just anybody."
Her eyes narrowed a bit at the maybe. Oh, boy, this lady was toying with her emotions a bit, wasn't she? Fingers landed on the desk, drumming against it a few times until the woman spoke again.
Executive committee? That was a thing? L tilted her head a bit, letting her palm fall flat on the desk instead on in the impatient drumming position. They were short staffed. Stuff was going on here, and this woman was calling in the cavalry, so to speak.
Interesting.
She stood there, considering the offer for a moment. What did she see herself doing if she didn't opt to try this out, and maybe work for Haven if it went well?
Well, she had planned a tea party with Mr.Cuddles, Mrs. Johanas, and Officer Squishy face when she'd gotten home, so if that wasn't a sad representation of what her life was without something real to occupy her time, she didn't know what was.
"Alright. I'll bite. What do you need me to do? I'm not exactly built for heavy lifting, so it must be something specific to my... situation, right?"
Stiff, sardonic eyes softened into a mild surprise as the woman spoke. Work with Haven?
"You are offering me a job?" She looked up toward the ceiling for a moment, blinking a few times. She had... never worked before. I mean, she did stuff like forum moderation and Spamazon online work, but... Work for a place. Work for Devon? She turned a little red, but quickly reverted, looking to Svetlana. Work for her?
She gave the woman an appraising look once more. "What would such a position entail?" Did they need help in the mail room? Counting donations? Did they need a small paper weight?
Why would Haven.... Be interested in her? Almost as important.
"And... Who are you?" Was she in charge now? Had she always been here, or was she a new addition? Spending several months moping in her mansion had left her a little behind the times.
Her arms were still crossed, a sort of social armor that allowed her incredible defense in situations like this, in which she was walking in with a lot less information than this... Svetlana. For starters, she had no idea why she was here, and this woman... definitely did. She took a couple steps forward after the mention of her deviepie, and placed her hands on her hips instead, looking the woman up and down...
Honest assessment? She was pretty. She was busy. She was very serious. What was going on here? Her teeth suddenly gritted audibly as Sveta mentioned her appearance. With a huff, she stated plainly. "Obviously. I'm sure I'm older than you are, unless you are younger than you look. But that's not really important, now, is it?" She walked closer, stopping right in front of the desk, and leaning in.
"Why am I here, Svetlana Sergeyeva?" She matched the woman's serious tone, eyes cutting toward the woman like flying daggers. She was doing something Devon meant to do? What was that, then?
