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?
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Max handed her a pistol, and Sveta looked the weapon over with practiced ease. She had never used one like this before, but from his description, it was not a real gun anyway. Paintball bullets she could deal with. It was lighter than she'd expected it to be, but she was sure she'd get used to it fast.
Men in white armor appeared and entered the maze; those were going to be their opponents. Sveta missed the pop culture reference, but the presence of hostile soldiers was nothing new to a mission. She glanced at the map they were given.
>>"In a real mission we would have Intel. So this is what we have to go on."
She nodded, waiting for Max to give her a sign that they could start the mission. She was curious how it was going to go.
>>"Your ready to go?"
Sveta pulled off one of her gloves, and tucked it into her belt. She held the gun in her gloveless hand, and left the other one free, in case she needed to use her powers.
"Ready." she nodded, following Max into the maze "If you need a boost, let me know. Stay close."
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>>“Noel has to work hard to keep her memories, and trust in those around her. She’s pretty awesome for her adaptability considering her power’s impact.”
Memories. So she didn't only mess with them, she also lost some of her own. Sveta shuddered at the thought. She couldn't even imagine what it would be like to not remember what your mother tongue was, or where you came from. Sure, there were things in her past she wanted to forget... but not quite like that.
>>“And I think you both are pretty awesome people. I mean, that helps, right?”
Sveta was starting to see where Tempest was going with this private meeting, although she was still not sure how it would all work out. Putting two women with trust issues and dangerous powers in the same pool?...
"Dat's flattering." she smirked at him, raising her glass.
>>"I'm pretty sure I learned English at least. I do know quite a bit of Finnish still after my last job bodyguarding a little Finnish kid, but without a regular speaking partner I suspect that memory space will be repurposed for something else."
Sveta blinked. So... Noel could also pick up languages if she wanted to, even if just for a little while. That had to be a useful ability... she was starting to see why Devon picked her to be on his Haven team. Sure, he was a nice guy who cared about helping people - but he also had a talent for recognizing talent. Sveta was not naive enough to think it could only be one or the other.
>>"If you were hoping for a practice partner, we wouldn't have to kiss. Indirect works just as well. Uh- unless your power works indirectly too?"
"Indirectly?" Sveta arched an eyebrow, not sure what she meant "I... have an aura, it gives people a buzz, dat's indirect I guess... but for the boosting, we have to touch. If I actually kissed you... you might memory wipe half the city."
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There was a bit of awkwardness in the air between brother and sister, and Sveta could not blame them. If she had found out that she had been having sex loudly and... thoroughly, with her sibling in the next room, she would have felt like sinking into the ground too. At least Nessa seemed to be taking the whole thing in stride.
>>”It’s totally fine. Be comfortable. Do you drink coffee? You two must be tired, right?... Because it’s still early. Not because of… other… nighttime activity things.”
Sveta couldn't help but snort a little, as she chuckled against her better judgment. It was an easily misunderstood question, but Nessa was not wrong. Coffee was definitely welcome, especially around Booker, where she could not rely on her own buzz to keep her awake.
>>”Um, have a seat? You know, before my sister shoves it into her mouth along with the rest of her foot?... So…um…s-sleep well? Are you hungry? We have…food…stuff…”
"I did sleep well." Sveta noted with a straight face as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She was not lying, either. "Food would be nice..." she glanced at Nessa curiously. Might as well start a conversation about something other than the previous night. "So... are you an adapted too?"
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Sveta heard voices in the distance. At first she though they might be bystanders, people expressing their fear or surprise or anger in the distance, safely away from... from what now, again?... But then she realized that the voices she heard were familiar, one worried, and one buggy, and her hazy mind latched on to the situation at hand. She was down, on the ground, with her whole body aching. Someone spoke her name. Sveta groaned and her eyes fluttered open as someone touched the pulse point on her neck.
There was an electric voice in the distance, full of menace and a whole lot of glitches. Sveta's survival instinct was kicking in as she struggled to move, breathe, make a sound. There was... another buzz, too, something stranger and louder. The blonde rolled onto her side and she forced herself to open her eyes and try to focus her vision. She could not give up yet. She had to fight. Agnes was... Agnes was...
"... Agnes?..."
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Everyone seemed to be taking the encounter in stride. Except for Booker, who had apparently teleported out of bed somehow. That was more than stride.
>>”Certainly a pleasure, Svetlana. The bathroom is the first door to your left.”
"Thanks." she nodded, carrying the remaining dose of her dignity with her to the bathroom. She did need to pee, and clean up, before she could handle any more conversation with Booker's suddenly materialized sister. Well, it could have been worse, anyway.
>>”First of all: very nice job.”
Sveta rolled her eyes and chuckled in the safety of the bathroom. The sister's assessment, while a bit questionable on the gender equality front, was definitely flattering. Obviously she couldn't know that it was mostly Svetlana who had fished Booker out of a pool of hot men - not that he had been unwilling. It was not her first one night stand, and probably would not be the last either, but it was one of the rare ones where she did not regret a single instance of the day (or night) before. It felt nice, having that as a memory. Hopefully the morning was not going to ruin the picture.
Sveta eventually re-emerged from the bathroom, having taken a folded (and apparently clean) bathrobe to provide a little more... coverage. Booker was wearing one now too, and there was a scent of coffee in the air.
"I hope it's okay if I borrowed dis" she said, smoothing her bathrobe down "I'll get dressed in a minute..."
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Svetlana froze a distinctly female voice called out from the kitchen. She turned, holding the towel close to her chest, and stared at the young woman for a long moment. It was clear that she was just as surprised to see Sveta as the other way around. Which kinda made sense. Sveta was not called Darren, or likely to be mistaken for anyone who could be called Darren. She also did not expect to see a lady in Booker's apartment... but in retrospect, duh, it would have stood to reason that the guy had a girlfriend. Maybe he was really called Darren?...
>>”Not Darren. You’re different. I mean, not different, just new. I mean, good morning. I’m Vanessa.”
Okay, so she was not Darren, and the girl was not attacking her yet. Sveta nodded slowly, acknowledging the introduction. Before she could say anything, however, Booker skidded into the kitchen, gloriously underdressed.
>> ”Uhhh…hi…Nessa… I…kinda thought you had plans with Kitty last night… Svetlana… This is my sister, Nessa. Nessa… Svetlana…my new...friend...”
Oh. Sister. Good. She could deal with sister. Sveta felt relief wash over her at the same time Booker's aura did. It lasted for about a moment before she realized that she was still only wearing a towel, and probably had hickeys, and probably so did Booker, and the situation was sort of self-explanatory anyway. Sveta blushed a little, not sure how to handle morning-after sister encounters. This was uncharted territory.
"Nice to meet you, Nessa." she nodded finally with a small smile "I'm sorry, I... was looking for the bathroom." It was needed, and also it would give her a few moments to get her head in gear. She was still more than a little sleepy...
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Booker was a snugglebug. Sveta made that observation when she woke up, late in the morning, and found herself safely cocooned inside the warmest hug, courtesy of one hot (and very much naked) librarian. His larger frame fit neatly around hers in a classic big spoon, and as much as Sveta was not one for cheesy moments, she found that this one was... pretty nice, for a morning after.
Okay, so it had been a while. There was Jude, and then there was... pretty much nothing, safe for a few one-nigh-stands here and there, but given that her kissing could accidentally trigger dormant mutations, she had been fairly sparse with those ones too. Booker being quite the catch was one thing... but what did it, in the end, more than the rum and the flirting, was his adapted aura. The complete surety of touching being safe, paired with the sensation of warmth and the lack of the coffee buzz was a magical mixture that made Svetlana throw her usual caution to the wind, and abandon herself to a long night of exploring all the things she had been missing. And Booker had been more than eager to oblige her, even when her explorations of almost-forgotten things had gotten a little out of the ordinary.
It had been a good night. It was, for sure, a one time thing, but that did not mean that Sveta had to hate herself in the morning. It was a fun thing between two mostly sober adults, and if things went well from now on, it could become a really nice memory. But for now, she needed to get to a bathroom.
Sveta basked in the warmth as long as she could. Booker had a very cute sleeping face. But eventually, she managed to wiggle out of the hug and slide out of bed, wrapping herself in a towel lying nearby, and, as quietly as her vigilante experience allowed, she tiptoed out of the bedroom, and went in search of the bathroom. And possibly some coffee.
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>>”That’s awesome! If you have her email or something, I’d love to be able to message her and thank her for her help.”
"Sure." Sveta nodded. She had Miss Taylor's work email for emergencies, although she had never really used it. She was sure that the counselor was going to enjoy meeting Booker, especially if he told her how much her internet presence helped him with figuring out who he really was. It was no doubt going to be a nice encounter.
Their drinks arrived, and once Sveta was done explaining what it was like to live with her powers, she was glad she had something alcoholic to sip. Booker looked deep in thought for a moment as he considered her answer, and she hoped she did not offend him.
>>”That sounds like a lot to have to watch out for... Svetlana…may I…shake your hand? You know…with the glove off? If you want to, that is.”
Sveta blinked in surprise. Booker's smile was, once again, both genuine and endearing, and he looked like he had just chanced on the best thing ever. She could not help but smile back, a little bit touched by his considerate offer. She did miss skin to skin contact with people... it had been a long time since she had been that close to anyone she could not hurt with her powers.
Smiling, she set her drink down, and then peeled the glove off her right hand, setting it on the counter next to her glass. She took the handshake then, and she was surprised how a simple thing like that could feel so nice. Booker's hand was warm, and larger than her own, and the moment their skin touched, Sveta was tensed for the reaction, she usually got when her powers were working... but now, it was just a handshake. She probably held it longer than she'd intended to, and after a few moments, she pulled her hand back with a slight blush.
"Sorry."
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>>"Bad things? I know about bad things. Been shooting for sainthood lately, though."
Sveta chuckled at that. Sainthood, indeed. Joining Haven had felt like something like that, a turn from a hot mess of a vigilante life to actually doing something good and even believing in it. But it was reassuring to know that Sveta was not the only one on the team who had a questionable past, related to her abilities. She dangled her feet in the cool water as she listened to Noel's explanation of her powers. >>"I can put a temporary block in your head to make you forget something for a while. Or, I can access your memories like a filing cabinet. So I could pull all of whatever you remember about the last 3 weeks, for example. Or pick out every session from your mixed martial arts training."
Sveta arched an eyebrow, sipping her cocktail.
"Yes. Let's not ever touch." she grinned. Boosting that kind of a power... they would both end up forgetting their own names, or with a mix of memories neither of them wanted to divulge. It was a fascinating power, the way Noel described it, but it definitely did not need a boost.
Devon joined them at the pool, and complimented Noel on her English.
>>"Great? No. My English is fantastic. Max went to private schools and had family invested in his tutelage. Now, so do I."
Sveta blinked.
"English... is not your first language?" she asked, when Noel resurfaced from the pool. As a foreign person herself, she sometimes had trouble picking up on someone's accent... she had not noticed Noel's. Devon's compliment had not been misplaced.
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>>"your power is what I'd classify as a support ability. You make others stronger but it doesn't grant you any boosts or powers yourself. It's amazingly useful and powerful when used in cooperation."
Also, the sky is blue.
Sveta bit back the snarky comment as Max talked about her powers. He was not saying anything that was not true, but he was also not saying anything she did not already know. Sveta assumed he was the kind that liked to think out loud, and process things that way.
>>"What it means though is that in combat or in missions you have to utilize different skills than other mutants. You can make people stronger but it helps little if you get hurt and they have to protect you on missions. It means you have to be smarter, faster, and more agile than everyone else."
"Sounds about right." she nodded, with a light smirk. The guy sounded like Sam, when he was lecturing her about self-defense and the vigilante life. She had done a lot of work alone, helped by guns instead of powers, so she was fairly sure she could hold her own without someone to boost. It just needed a lot of practice, and a certain level of death wish.
>>"I'm not much of a fighter. My specialty is mobility and speed, and I'm sneaky. So my idea is to work on that... I'll stock the room with guards and security cameras and common traps. We make our way to the ball and retrieve it and bring it back here to win. Sound good to you?"
Sveta watched the scenery change, and had to admit it was impressively close to how the DR worked at the Mansion. The DR was voice commanded, though, and did not have a handy phone app. She nodded as she saw the maze rise up. The idea was simple enough, yet challenging enough for the two of them.
"Sounds good. If I am support, den you call the shots."
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>>”Senator Packwood! This is behavior unbefitting of a government official! Cease and desist before action is required!”
"GO F**** YOURSELF" Sveta retorted, pulling out another wire. Some sparks singed her satin gloves, but she was too angry to care. It must have looked insane, the unarmed blonde dressed for a party and attacking a METAbot, but looks were really the least of her problems right about now. As long as she was keeping the machine occupied, it was not attacking Agnes.
There was a moment of stillness as one wire came loose, and Sveta took a breath. Did she managed to shut...?
>>”Assassination attempt in progress! Assassination attempt in progress!!”
The bot came back to life with a vengeance, and twisted violently, swatting it Sveta. She had loosened her grip for a split second, thinking she had won - and now she regretted is as the bot's claw tore her free. She felt a shock of pain as the overcharged cuffs touched her, then she was slammed against a nearby concrete wall, her head bouncing hard enough to make her black out for a few moments, as she slumped to the ground.
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Sveta ordered Rum Sour and tacos. She trusted Booker's judgment - and even if drink and food both turned out awful, she had someone else to blame for it. The bartender was very friendly, and for once, Sveta reveled in the fact that she did not have to wonder if she was maybe a mutant or not. Their two seats were close enough that she was safely within Booker's aura.
>>”Friend of mine in college was a, you know, mutant. He could charge things with energy and make them explode. Or so I heard because he was never able to do so around me. Anyways, one night at a party, he got a little too drunk and he just lost control. Everything started exploding, lot of people got hurt…except for me.”
Sveta nodded sympathetically. Mutants, especially teens and young adults, losing control of their abilities was nothing new - and she had been present to many such events. It had to be terrifying, witnessing something like that. She also noted the hint of guilt in Booker's voice when he talked about getting away, due to his powers. She could tell he was not fond of the memory.
>>”Anyways, I knew I was different from that point on. Couldn’t put my finger on it until I watched an AMA with this woman, a Miss Gemma Taylor. Apparently she was just like me. It was to put the dots together.”
"I know her." Sveta nodded with a small smile "I used to live at the school where she works." For a short while, anyway. But apparently she was not the only one who learned about adapteds from Gemma Taylor.
>>”I have a question, though. Your abilities seem…interesting to have to live with…..if you don’t mind my asking, do you find it…different good or different bad being around me? I mean, I’m already a distraction given how hideous I am, but I mean ability wise, of course.”
Sveta chuckled at the question, and how innocent it was. Sure, she did not give him a lot of information on her powers, or how they could be very dangerous; still, out of all things, him asking this specifically, amused her.
"Different good." she admitted "Without someone like you around... I am always keeping an eye out, to make sure I don't bump into anyone, or accidentally touch." she held up a gloved hand "My powers are... stronger with touch. So I am always alert, and I don't touch people unless I am sure they are not a mutant... and even den, sometimes it turns out dey didn't know..."
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The guy blushed when she mentioned kissing, and Sveta chuckled at him. Sure, making out with a hot blonde had power in itself, but with her abilities, it usually did not end up being all that they expected it to be. Not to mention people got hurt. At least Max seemed like he was really here to train, and not to flirt. That was a plus.
>>"That's fair. Though can't say theoretically I'm not interested to hear what it could do. The fact that the multiplier factor increases so much just between clothed and skin to skin contact is impressive enough. I'm sure you know that already but that's a damn powerful ability you have."
"Yeah, I'm aware." Sveta nodded, more serious this time. She was dangerous, to say the least, and valuable to all kinds of parties she did not want to get involved with. Haven kept her safe, and respected her boundaries. That was the main reason she joined them. It was Max's turn to explain his powers.
>>"I create fields of augmented gravity. By touching someone or something I can throw a field of gravity around them, like plastic wrap, and manipulate the strength and direction of it. I can hold continues use for about three minutes at a time."
Sveta nodded. That was an interesting ability, and definitely worth testing in a controlled environment... she had no idea if her powers would boost time, weight, or other factors. Better safe than sorry. It was good to start with something small. The guy pulled out a baseball.
>>"Do you have any kind of training in self defense?"
Sveta smirked at the innocent question.
"You could say dat, yes." she nodded "What do you have in mind?"
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Sveta watched in horror as the scene unfolded in front of her eyes. Agnes opened her wings and tried to get away; Sveta hoped that she would. She did not want to see her friend get hurt, and she would rather take on the buggy bot by herself than having to worry about Agnes... ... but the escape ended as fast as it began. A claw caught one of Agnes' thin wings and tore it off, earning a horrible scream from the girl that made Svetlana see red in shock and anger.
"AGNES!"
How dare that ugly, racist pile of junk hurt someone like that?!
Too late, the META turned back towards Sveta, who prepared to defend herself... but the bot did not attack.
>>”Scanning… Senator Packwood… Fear not. Mutant will be subdued and taken in for attempted assassination... MUTANT! You are under a-A-AR-a-RRest for an attempt to assassinate a government official.”
Sveta's jaw dropped at the unbelievable f***-up of it all. The bot way beyong glitchy. It was downright insane. Where were the cops when they were supposed to be supervising this thing?!
The bot advanced on Agnes, who was still lying on the ground, curled up in agony. Sveta knew one thing: She could not let the bot get to her. It would kill her, and Sveta was not about to lose a friend. Or let people watch a mutant girl be killed by a murder machine just because she had wings.
Screaming a string of Russian profanities, Sveta lunged at the bot again. This time, she knew that hits and kicks were not going to cut it. Instead, she grabbed hold of the META's shoulders and pulled herself up, straddling the metallic body as she tried to tear vital parts - optical sensors, wires, anything movable - out of it with her bare hands.
"LEAVE... MY FRIEND... ALONE... YOU PIECE OF S***!"
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Devon seemed excited to have both of them as guests. Sveta had learned by now that he was genuine about these things; many other wealthy men would have had some ulterior motive for inviting two hot women to their private penthouse for a pool party, but Devon was the odd one out that actually wanted them to have drinks and be friends. It was one of the things that made Sveta feel at ease around him.
>>“Noel, Svetlana. Svetlana, Noel. You both actually have abilities triggered by touch so I figured this would be okay, especially as I figured a little privacy for hang time was good,”
"Oh. Nice to meet you." Sveta nodded to Noel. Powers triggered by touch? They definitely had something in common then... Sveta made a mental note to keep her distance in the pool. It was just the two of them, but until she knew that the other woman could do, she was going to play it safe. She was starting to realize why Devon did not invite more people to this party.
>>"I can touch. So long as we're not making out, we should be fine on my end of things. I do memories and lies so I'll try not to be the killjoy. It's nice to meet you, Svetlana, and nice to finally straight talk, Hadden."
"Oh, we are definitely not making out." Sveta said a little too hastily, then realized it might have come off wrong "I mean... not dat, because of you. Me kissing people... does bad things."
Devon was excusing himself from the encounter, which was probably for the better, given that both women were stumbling over their words.
>>“...And you passed the bar. Right of the door. It’s pretty well stocked, and I’ve picked up a bit more whiskey and scotch but there’s rum and vodka and juices…”
>>"I'm not sure what I like, but I'm more itching to splash around in the pretty colors. Do you mind if I hop in instead?"
"Thank you" Sveta smiled at their host. It was a real smile, a rare thing from her. She appreciated the thought he had put into inviting them, and the distance he offered with it. Sveta walked over to the bar to make herself a drink (little umbrella and all), before returning to the pool to dangle her feet into the water as she sipped the sweet-smelling cocktail. She watched Noel splash around.
"So... you work with memories?"
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