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.
Booker hit the ground with a satisfying thud. Sveta realized as soon as she did the leg sweep that she was way outside the limits of conventional boxing; still, bringing down someone larger and stronger than herself was a rewarding experience. She bounced back on her feet, looking down at him as he caught his breath.
>>”Huh. I don’t recall being taught that kicks were allowed by my trainer…”
"Sorry. Force of habit." Sveta grinned, which made it doubtful that she was sorry at all. Okay, so maybe she was a little sorry. "I'm... mostly self-taught." she admitted, waiting for him to get back on his feet. Sam would have been proud to know that her instincts kicked (heh) in like that. Even if it was not okay in boxing, it would have saved her a bruise (and possibly a life) in a real fight.
"I'm used to sparring with... less rules."
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Yeah, she was okay. Sure, her pride was bruised, but if one could not handle getting hit, she had no place in the ring in the first place. Sveta shook the frustration off and grinned as they got back into the fight.
This time, it was his turn to be on the offensive. Sveta took a stable stance and pulled her arms close to her body, ready to block the attack whenever it came. Booker threw some jabs at her and she managed to block and dodge, feeling the strength of his hits through her gloves and arms. The guy was not pulling punches. Good. Otherwise, she would have to kick his ass on principle.
The hits came faster now, and she knew he was looking for an opening - but that did not help her with keeping from offering one. Eventually, he shifted and threw a kidney hit. Sveta reacted on instinct; she was familiar with these kinds of attacks, but she was not formally trained in boxing enough to know how to avoid them. So instead, she instinctively dropped lower and swept a leg out, aiming a kick at the back of the guy's calves, hoping to throw him off his feet.
Okay, so not really a boxing move. Sveta was just too good at survival.
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Sveta's tactics seemed to be working. For a while. She was light on her feet, and did not give the guy a break to collect himself. He curled in on himself like an armadillo, attempting to offer the smallest possible surface for attack - and yet, she managed to get a few good hits in, even though he was tough enough not to give her much of a reaction.
And then, all of a sudden, he was on the offensive.
Honestly, Sveta did not expect this kind of speed from a guy his size, and that was a mistake all of her own. The first jab she managed to block, but the second threw her for a loop as she shifted, expecting and attack from the other side; her defenses scrambled, she was hit square in the ribs by the third, air being knocked out of her lungs as she stumbled back against the ropes of the ring. It took her a moment to draw a breath again, and she shook her head, giving Booker an appreciative look.
"Not bad." she noted, getting back on her feet. At least he did not break her face. This time. Sveta bounced back, ignoring the sore ribs, and took on a defensive position.
"Your turn, big guy."
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Sveta laughed, lighter this time. The guy was nothing is not entertaining, in a goofy, big-softie kinda way. He seemed good-natured, despite the ego (which was well founded, she had to admit, in his looks if nothing else). Also, Sveta liked to win, whether it was banter, or an actual fight. And she liked an opponent that knew when he had been burned.
He followed her into the ring, and Sveta rolled her shoulders again, readying herself for a fight.
>>”Whenever you’re ready.”
He was definitely... larger than her. Taller, heavier, more muscular (damn), but that had never bothered Sveta beyond healthy caution. He obviously knew how to box, and was ready for her to make the first move. There was nothing else to do but comply.
The moment he said he was ready, Sveta lunged forward, throwing a rapid series of punches at the guy. Her gloves hit in quick succession, not expecting all of them to land, but hoping that sheer speed would keep him from blocking quite all of them. She bounced on her feet, substituting momentum for size and strength, peppering Booker with punches to keep him off balance.
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>>”Cops? Naaah.W-Who would do something like that?”
He was totally going to call the cops. Sveta didn't really blame him. Junkie Russian blonde at the gym? No one could be expected to deal with that.
>>”Well, thank you for clearing that up.”
"Uh-huh." Sveta nodded with a smirk. He looked... almost surprised, that hitting on him had not been her main goal with the whole conversation. He must have been used to the opposite. Bless his heart. She had other things in mind - workout, mostly, and as they were both ready for it, she thought she might as well ask. It was always more fun, sparring with another person, rather than a bag of sawdust. Or maybe it was just what she was used to.
>>”Oh yeah? I thought you said you weren’t hitting on me?”
Sveta gave him a look that said seriously? with one arched eyebrow and a small frown. He was going to run that running joke straight into the ground.
>>”I was kidding…you know? What did you have in mind?”
"Well." she said with a smirk "We both have our boxing gear on, and the ring's about to open up, so I thought we might play Scrabble or something." she deadpanned. Not waiting for his reaction, she turned to climb into the ring, and only looked back once she made sure no one else was going to take it before she did. "Coming?"
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For a moment, Sveta feared that she would have to spell it all out for him. He looked vaguely disturbed, and definitely confused, as he stared at her for long moments after she asked him the question. Did he really not know that he had an aura? Sveta assumed adapteds had to find out, just like mutants, what they were, and they needed chance encounters to do so... but still.
After what felt like hours, but was only a few moments, his eyes finally lit up as the pieces connected. Sveta sighed a small sigh of relief, immediately followed by a surprised blink as he stepped closer and lowered his voice. She was very much not used to having people in her personal bubble without an immediate sense of danger, and she had to remind himself that in this case, the danger was not there. Not from an accidental boosting of powers, anyway. She barely knew the guy after all.
>>”Oooooooooh…you mean my…um…adaptable presence, I take it?”
Adaptable?...
"Thank god you caught up" she smirked, nodding to his question "I was worried dere for a moment that you were going to call the cops or something..."
Now that that was cleared up, she finished putting on the other glove.
"No, I was not hitting on you. And yes, it is your aura. I can't... usually touch people, it's dangerous. I was just surprised when I suddenly felt normal."
It kind of just slipped out. Sveta knew better than to equate 'human' with 'normal', but there was no easy way to describe the sudden lack of a coffee buzz. She shrugged it off the next minute, not willing to dwell on semantics.
"Are you up for a real workout?"
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Oh good. Misunderstanding cleared up, case closed. He must have known how his aura would affect mutants, but since she had no visible mutation, he had no way of telling, until she pointed it out. She imagined adapteds had these kinds of encounters all the time. Some were just jarder to notice than ot...
>>”Svetlana, forgive me if I’m wrong… But…is that some kind of really stretched out, long-way-around way of hitting on moi? You realize we just met, right?”
What. The what.
Sveta stopped laughing in order to stare at the guy, who obviously did not get what was going on after all. Hitting on him? Really?... Okay, so maybe he was used to getting by on looks alone... She looked him over, not sure what to say to the accusation for a few moments before she sighed.
"You don't know what you are, do you." Leave it to Sveta to have to break someone the news about her powers in her downtime... She put on the other glove as he mulled over her question. Hitting on him she was not, but maybe she could still hit him...
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Sveta rolled her eyes again, but chuckled none the less. Okay, so the guy was a flirt. Nothing she had not dealt with before... hell, she had been trained by Sam, and Sam would flirt with a chair if it looked pretty enough. On the other hand, this guy got her name right at the first try, which gave Sveta the suspicion that he was more than meets the eye. Which always surprised her with guys who could have gotten by on looks alone.
His powers, however... Sveta found herself momentarily distracted, and she only looked up when he was standing next to her, looking down with a look that she did not like at all. She had seen that look on people, back when she used to live on the streets.
>>”Are you okay? Are you…like…on something right now? It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. But I have a couple of friends who work at rehab centers. I’m sure they can help you.”
"What?..." she blinked, too surprised at first to grasp what he was referring to. On something?... She looked down at her hand, and finally realized what a strange sight she must have been, stepping into his aura and then instantly spacing out. Good job, Sveta.
She laughed a little, shaking her head.
"Oh, god, no, no" she waved her hand "I'm off something, actually... Do you" she hesitated, not sure what the polite way of asking someone about this was "... do you know, this effect? You have on people?"
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Sveta smirked and rolled her eyes. For once, her work days were actually pretty enjoyable. And relaxing. Haven - or rather, Devon - had a way of making her feel useful without being shot at, used as a battery, or put in mortal danger by anti-mutant fanatics. It was a nice change of pace, and came with a lot less frustration to work out.
No, she was not here today to punch things out of anger. But Haven or no Haven, Sveta was proud of her skills, and she did not want to get rusty in any of them.
The guy gave her a little wave with his boxing glove, and Sveta chuckled as she put on her own.
>>“Booker. I mean, my name. It’s Booker.”
"Svetlana" she nodded, in a way of introduction. Hand shakes were out of the question, of course, but that did not mean she could not be polite. Even with the gloves on, contact would...
... contact would what, now?
Sveta blinked in surprise as she picked the other glove off the bench. She was standing fairly close to the guy, not enough to be overly personal or uncomfortable, but still... she noticed a sudden change, a kind of radio silence that took over from her usual background buzz. A stillness she had not felt for a long time, but instantly recognized.
"... huh." she arched an eyebrow at the guy. Sure, adapteds had no reason to come with tags or warnings, but they were so rare, she had only ever run into one. Other than... this guy. Sveta held up her free hand and wiggled her fingers. She had almost forgotten what it felt like to be... normal. "Neat."
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>> ”I just kind of feel like I found a place with them. The X-Men were great, don’t get me wrong. They provided me a home when I didn’t think I would ever have one. An education that should have been denied to me. I’m eternally thankful for all that but…I dunno…I guess I want to do more and Haven just fits that description, you know?”
"Yes." Sveta nodded with a smile. She felt very similarly to Agnes' description. The Mansion had given her sanctuary, but it was never really home; she was too dangerous to be around for most mutant kids, or even the team. Sam had been kind to her (even a bit closer than kind, occasionally), and trained her well, but in the end, she was a vigilante on the payroll. Haven was... simpler, somehow, but it also felt more fitting to her. Agnes probably felt the same. Sveta was glad she had a friend in her new home.
They walked down the street and past a M.E.T.A.but muttering to itself. Sveta saw Agnes shudder.
>>”Ugh! Those things always creep me out. Still can’t believe they’re all over the city like that.”
"Detect dis" Sveta frowned, flipping off the bot as they walked along. They were not breaking any laws, walking down the street like this, going for dinner. Sveta hated the bots too. They were just... wrong.
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>>”That obvious? Damn. And here I thought I was hiding it so well.”
Sveta chuckled too. There was a mischievous glint in the man's eyes, both a telling sign and maybe a warning, but he seemed a happy-go-lucky type of person, even with the frustrations from work. And he was not making any lewd comments or cheesy pick-up lines. Yet.
"If you were trying to hide it, you'd be at home." she shot back, continuing her stretching routine.
>>”New to the neighborhood? I come here often enough. I definitely would have remembered you.”
"I switch gyms a lot" she shrugged, rolling her shoulders "I heard about dis one but never visited before. I thought, maybe it's worth a try." she smirked, and nodded towards the bag that had been thoroughly beaten up by the guy just minutes ago "They have things to punch."
And guys to look at. Sveta did not usually engage in this latter activity, but she was also not immune to eye candy, especially when it wanted to have a conversation.
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>>"I like this augmented tempo stuff, but a straight waltz would be preferable."
Sveta chuckled, tapping her foot to the music. She was not here to dance, not unless asked and not unless it was useful for charming someone; she had to be careful anyway, lest she run into someone who had mutant powers without knowing about them.
"Is dat how you work the crowd, then?" she chuckled at Max. He was cute enough that most ladies would not have refused a dance...
>>"I know the feeling. I had a chance run in with Devon when I was going through a rough time. Dudes an angel, sure the halos supported by horns but who doesn't love a little edge on a man."
It seemed to be the common story with Haven. Devon running into someone, recognizing their potential, and offering them a place where they could be both safe and useful. Sure, Sveta was not naive enough to imagine that he was not getting anything out of it... but so far, the price was one she was willing to pay. She smirked at Max's comment. >>"What kind of power were you talking about?"
He was quiet as he asked, but she could tell he was curious. She tugged at the edge of her gloves. Devon knew, and Haven had a right to know too.
"I enhance mutant powers by touch." she admitted quietly, holding up her hand "Hence the gloves."
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sveta struggles as she was dragged forward, almost within reach of the puppermaster now. The situation was ten kinds of messed up. The guy was disgusting to begin with, and the whole forced-kiss scenario made Sveta's stomach turn; but even worse than that, if he did manage to amplify his own powers and absorb her, he would have an endless supply of power to collect people and wreak havoc on the city. Sveta swore loudly in Russian, making the puppets work for every inch forward, but even she could tell that it was a losing fight, and that her ally was not going to make it in time to intervene.
Except, he didn't need to.
Sveta's body jerked forward as the puppets froze. She could feel the tension in the hands holding her as one will took over another - and then she was being moved away, a lot faster as she had been moved forward, until she was against the brick wall of the alley, with a wall of bodies between her and the (former) puppetmaster.
Well, at least the mimic was a fast learner...
"NO!" the guy yelled again, turning to the winged man who stole his powers, and blindly throwing fists and kicks at him, seething with rage. Sveta shook the last hands off of herself, and considered running for it. Her being in the alley was a recipe for disaster... and yet, she was not quite done yet.
This time, using a gun was totally fair game.
The bullet hit the puppetmaster in the knee, and he crumpled to the ground, still yelling. The puppets didn't move. Sveta was now standing in-between them, looking down at the jerk on the ground.
"Give up." she growled, gun still in one hand, and phone in the other "Let's call the MRC, shall we?..."
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>>”Hi hun. Nah I haven’t been waiting long. I’m ok. Just…drama.”
Sveta could tell that whatever the drama was, it was bothering Agnes more than she let on. But the night was young yet, and it was probably a good idea to get a few drinks in before they got down to talking about the heavy stuff. The Russian girl smiled and nodded, walking along in the silent agreement that they would ignore the drama for now.
>>”Shall we?... How about you? Staying out of trouble for a change?”
"I always stay out of trouble" Sveta smirked "But sometimes it still finds me."
It was true. She had never been one to look for trouble... not since she discovered her powers, anyway. Being a vigilante, well, that was dangerous, but trouble was not the goal of the endeavor...
"Haven is different, though" she added. Agnes knew exactly how the organization worked, and it was just one more thing they could share "I feel... more grounded, dan I ever was with the X-men. It's just... I feel like it is safer, with my powers." she shrugged "How about you?"
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Svetlana went out of her way to not fall into any recognizable patterns. It was a survival technique; changing where she shopped, where she ate, and where she worked out made sure she was harder to track down, follow, or anticipate. Technically, she could have just worked out at one of Haven's fine establishments for wellness and self-improvement, but she still enjoyed the anonymity of visiting random gyms around the city, checking out how they looked, what equipment they had, and mostly, who went there to work out. It was a holdover from her days as a vigilante.
Today, she ventured into the All-American Eagle Gym, a place that was famous for how seriously its clientele took working out - and also for the boxing ring and equipment included in their setup. Svetlana was not a trained boxer, as much as a self-trained bare knuckle fighter, but it was always good to spar with random strangers, and measure her skills earned in her line of work (and from some training with Sam) against their experience.
The blonde woman walked into the gym with a determined stride. She had had experiences before with dudes who did not appreciate a woman in their space, or quite the opposite, spent their time leering at her and making lewd comments. The best defense against that was to look like she knew what she was doing, and take no bullshit from anyone. Sveta was dressed in loose boxing shorts and a red tank top; a little on the nose, maybe, but just bold enough to be a warning. Her hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail, and she dropped her backpack on the bench before she set to wrapping her hands. There were some bags free, but the ring was taken. No matter; she was here to get a good workout. Sparring was merely a plus.
As she worked on the wrappings, she watched the guy nearby go to town on one of the bags. He was quite pleasant to look at; Sveta appreciated the view as much as the next gal, and smirked as she watched not only his looks, but also his moves. He knew what he was doing, but every once in a while his frustration slipped.
"Rough day at work?" she ventured, once she was done with her preparations, pulling an arm across her chest to loosen up her shoulders. The guy looked like he really needed to punch something. Repeatedly.
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