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.
>>“Thank you. I’ve spent a great deal of effort on my ability, training how to use it and how not to use it. My emotional state is important and control all the more so. So many wish for power, and so many with power wish for control. It’s a conversation I’m having increasingly often. People need help and mutants all the more so. Instead of persecution, they need guidance.”
He had clearly thought things out. Sveta nodded, milling over the things he told her, while she was still holding his hand, allowing her powers to boost his, and watching the storm slowly subside around them. It was spectacular. She wondered if anyone could see them now, and it anyone would have connected the change in the weather to two people on the street, holding hands. She could only imagine what would have happened if Devon lost control.
Devon finally let her hand go.
>>“But no, I can’t stop it completely. We’d been out here for hours trying and I’d at least be exhausted. If we take a few trips around the city, we should be able to safely destabilize it. We’ll get it weaker, let it start breaking up, and most importantly stop spinning over the ocean and move on... I’m sorry to let go abruptly, but I want to maintain control as much as possible. Feeling the storm that easily, I had to remind myself of the purpose and not let it rule me.”
He really was careful with his powers. Sveta respected that. So many people just went in assuming they could maintain control when their powers were boosted - or did not even think about it until they were already in trouble. She was glad she only touched him through her gloves. Triple power might have been to much to begin with.
>>“Can you touch humans without these effects? The personal impact to your life must be harrowing. Thank you for telling me. I do greatly appreciate it. Can I convince you to visit a few more boroughs with me?”
"Sure." she nodded to the latter question "It is no effort to me... My powers work on their own." she did not have to focus to boost him; they merely had to hold hands. She fell into step beside him as they walked. She considered his previous question.
"Humans can feel my aura" she explained "It is like a coffee buzz, you are more alert or... active. But touch does nothing to dem. It's mutants only." she sighed "It is not easy. Accidentally touching someone can be... dangerous. When people find out, dey always want me on a team, and then it turns out I am not good with many mutants around..."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Sveta had seen many people react to her powers in many different ways. Some were more in control than others, and some were completely freaked out. One time, people died. She was not sure what to expect from someone who was controlling the weather... but touching through her gloves was at least not as powerful as skin to skin contact would have been.
The bubble around them swirled larger, before it relaxed back to a comfortable size. Sveta was not swept up in a hurricane or something, which was definitely good. She could see Devon's eyes darken, and his voice sounded full of power too.
>>“It’s certainly a more connected feeling that you’re amplifying in me. I can see the storm much clearer now.”
"Good." Sveta nodded, holding his hand. The boost would only last as long as they were in contact, so she held on as he reached up with his other hand to start clearing up the skies. It was stunning to see his mutant powers affecting the blizzard directly. Sveta felt a pang of pride, since her powers were a part of it too.
>>“You are definitely helping. I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d end up unconscious out here trying to stop this… I’m not scared of that now.”
"You have good control." Sveta noted, talking from experience. Not everyone did. "You think you can stop it completely?..."
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Sveta could tell the man was trouble the moment she turned down the alley. It was one of those rare times she still broke out the crimson vigilante costume; there had been news of disappearances in the neighborhood - and while that was not exactly surprising in this part of town, there was also a distinctly strange quality about them: Instead of the weak, the mysterious kidnapper seemed to go for the strongest. Which just... smelled wrong. Sveta felt personally responsible for this part of town, having patrolled it for over a year, and while she was mostly retired now, given her new ties to Haven, the whole thing was fishy enough to merit a return of Red. None of the disappeared men and women were mutants, as far as she could tell. And none were confirmed dead.
The moment she turned into the alley, he could see the guy, dead ahead. He was not large, or bulky... in fact, he was on the scrawny side, with shaggy pale hair, the kind that said more "psycho" and less "thug." Sveta pulled a gun anyway. The former could be more dangerous.
"Ah, there ya are" the man grinned with a crooked set of teeth "I was wond'rin if ya go the invitation. Guess 'tis true, you gotta work hard for the Muse to appear..."
"What. The hell are you talking about?" Sveta snapped, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. The ice cube down her spine told her something was terribly wrong.
"Ya're a collector's item, dollface." the man grinned. Stomping his foot, suddenly there were two of him... Sveta's eyes narrowed. Body double? Illusions?... No, the second one was tall and blonde, but not the same face, the same build... her eyes widened with sudden realization. She knew that face. From the missing persons files.
The man stomped again. Another body appeared. Then another one. And another. All tall, bulky, hand-picked from the most threatening thugs on the block. All staring into space with eyes glazed over.
"And ya're gonna raise my collection to a whole new level..."
"Screw you." Sveta swore in Russian, before she aimed the first shot at the creep.
One of the men moved, as if jerked by invisible threads, and stood in front of him. Catching the bullet in his chest, he went down. The creep clicked his tongue, stomped, and another body popped up.
"So cheap. Second grade meat. Pity. Once I got the kiss of inspiration from ya, baby, I'm gonna collect prime, first-grade mutants only... now c'mere and pucker up."
Sveta's stomach turned with disgust. She swore, and put the gun away. The people, from what she could tell, were still alive, just under some kind of mind control... she was not about to shoot a bunch of civilians. Fist fight it was.
All of them came at her at once - none of the Hollywood movie bs of standing in a circle and waiting their turn. Sveta kicked, and punched, and struggled, and when they grabbed a hold of her, she bit and clawed as well - but in the ends, she was outnumbered and overpowered. Feeling like she was caught in the middle of an unrelenting crowd, she heard the creep chuckling as he moved closer, his puppets giving way to him...
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Sveta realized that she must have given a more visible sign to her discomfort about the Sanctuary than she realized - or the man was just unusually perceptive. If he really was a psychologist, that latter option kind of made sense. She did not feel like talking about how the blonde woman stole her blood once upon a time... but at least she was willing to hear him out.
>>“Okay. Thank you for explaining. I’m sorry if I upset you mentioning Sanctuary. I kind of came in after the previous, uhm, occupants?... They’d left. New volunteers and residents we’ve sort of pulled together, cleaned things up, done some neighborhood outreach. It’s a difference place so I’ve been told but I completely understand and respect your hesitation.”
Respect. That was a rare beast these days, especially from men, especially from men who worked at the Sanctuary. Strangely, his polite words made Sveta feel better about trusting him with her powers. There was always the possibility that he was just a very good liar... but after having gone through most of her life assuming the worst about people, Sveta was ready to give this a chance. For the good of the blizzard-torn city.
>>“This is a good place. This is your ability then, you decide to touch me and help as you wish. You need to step back, please do so at your desire. I can always move away too. Please be sure to let me know if you feel anything, get disoriented, or even too cold, okay?”
Sveta nodded. He was careful. Careful with his powers, and careful with hers. He was smart enough not to brush off possibilities of feedback, side effects, or unforseen circumstances. That, in exchange, earned him Sveta's respect. Now that she knew about her aura, that she had tested with Jude and Agnes, she knew that she could cut off a power trip, even if he accidentally went on one. This was as safe as one could get by boosting a mutant in the middle of a blizzard.
>>“This all feels a bit surprising to meet you randomly out here. Decima indeed.”
"We will just have to make de best of it" Sveta noted with a small smile; she reached out and offered a gloved hand to him. "Let's start with double, then. See how it goes. Whenever you are ready."
She would hold his hand as long as he needed, to test out how his powers fared when doubled. It was a start, anyway.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Sveta smiled, giving Agnes a little wave with her gloved hand in lieu of a hug that the girl seemed to want to give, but knew better. It was good to see Agnes again. She had grown up a little, a proper lady now, dressed very elegantly for the occasion. Sveta and Agnes were a dangerous mix together, but the Russian blonde did like the other girl a lot.
>>”My god, hun, you look so amazing! I didn’t think you would be here either! Decided to crash the party?”
"Crash?" Sveta arched an eyebrow and smiled, sipping some of the expensive champagne "Devon invited me. I am here on all official Haven business. How about you?" she nodded towards the stage "Were you playing? I'm sorry I missed it..."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>“Okay. The reason I ask about the side effects is that I am concerned for any sort of power-boost addiction, weakness afterward, etc."
Sveta blinked. Most people were not this... particular about her powers. They either grabbed on without a question, or ran screaming; not many took the time to figure out how they worked exactly. Not to mention side effects. Sveta felt like she should be wearing a medical warning label.
"I have never been called addictive." she noted with a chuckle.
>>"The other is for your benefit as my ability relates heavily to my emotional state; its very energy affects me and I, it. Would you experience them if you were to help me? I wouldn’t want you hurt or impacted by that sort of feedback as much as I would want to be very careful with such an ability that you have.”
For a moment, Sveta though of Jude. The endless feedback loops they tended to get into that made the wildlife around them go haywire, and required an apartment away from heavily populated areas. Then again, Jude was a mimic. He reflected her own powers back to her. Also, Jude was gone.
"It is just a boost" she shrugged "I don't feel what you feel. Unless you make a storm that blows me away, I'll be right next to you."
He told her about the storm. He seemed to know a lot about it, which made sense, with his abilities. He was still hopped up on her aura, and rambled a litte.
>>“How fate has brought us together in this dangerous situation; I’m sure you can appreciate someone being careful with the repercussions of your ability. I work with many mutants through treatment or training – I’m a psychologist and I volunteer at Sanctuary as the current manager – so I want to be considerate of you and not merely take opportunity.”
Sanctuary was not a good word. Sveta winced, her eyes narrowing, remembering the one time she had ever visited that establishment. He did say volunteer, and he said psychologist... but still, the word was a warning sign in Sveta's mind. He did sound like he wanted to make sure she was not hurt in the process. He was... considerate. It was a puzzle, a guy who actually cared this much, and at the same time was associated with such a dangerous place.
"Touch through clothes is safe." she said finally, with more hesitation in her voice "It goes away when I let go. If I touch you skin to skin... it is stronger, and stays after I let go, for a few minutes. If I get... far enough from you, it disappears."
She was not going to tell him about what happened with the kissing. She had no intention of kissing him.
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
Sveta nodded slowly. The city needed help. Power was out in many places, especially in the poorer neighborhoods, and no one was sure how long the storm was here to stay. If it meant risking that another mutant would find out about her powers... so be it. She had a gun under her coat.
>>“Forgive me for asking but do you know how that would work? I assume you’ve… done this before then. Do you have some sort of metapsionic mutant ability? What kind of side effects are there for you or for me? Or how long does it last?”
Sveta tilted her hear. Leave it to the man to be interested in the minute details of how her powers worked... she was not even sure what metapsionic meant, but she did not like the sound of it. People who took too much interest in Sveta's powers tended to get ideas about keeping her as a pet. Or stealing her blood.
>>“Forgive me, sorry. The ideas are racing through my head; I don’t mean to bombard you with questions.”
Sveta smirked under the scarf covering her face.
"It works by touch. It depends on how much stronger you need to get to do... dis." she nodded upwards, meaning the storm itself "I can double your powers if you hold my hand. As long as you hold on. Or I can... do stronger. But dat needs skin to skin contact."
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>>“It can be. And I’m Devon by the way, Devon Hadden.”
"Svetlana." Sveta answered with a smile, but she did not take the handshake. She was careful about touching people, especially if they were mutants, and this guy definitely was. She did not know enough about his powers to even risk boosting them a little by touching him through gloves. She gave him a small wave, then stuffed her hands back into her pockets.
>>“I can’t stop this storm completely. It’s too large and too strong with three fronts having collided. All the moisture off the ocean, the warm air from down south, the arctic front... I’m sorry. I ramble. Yes, it is difficult. I’ve been monitoring and watching for various phenomena. I can see them.”
So, he was controlling the weather. Sveta had to admit she was fascinated. He also rambled, but she was used to that; the coffee buzz that came with her aura tended to have that effect on people. Some of them got more jittery than others, and some of them... well, just talked a lot.
>>“This is easy, but destabilizing a nor’easter? Hardly. I’m hoping to influence the storm in a few ways over a few areas and then hopefully target a few components to help break it down. It’s going to take some time. I appreciate the company.”
It took Sveta a moment to decide. On the one hand, she had just met the guy, however nice he might seem; on the other, the blizzard really needed to be over. It had already shut the whole city down, and some people might have been in danger.
"What if I could help you?" she ventured after a moment of silence as the wind twirled around them "Make your powers stronger for a little while? To help de city."
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>“Yeah. What gave me away? It’s the coat isn’t it?”
Sveta laughed a little at the question. It was obviously the eyes, and he knew it; he did not seem bothered or ashamed of being labeled as a mutant, so he had to be used to people knowing. Sveta envied him for that a little. She liked to keep her powers hidden, for various reasons.
>>“I’m trying to destabilize the blizzard enough to reduce its severity. I don’t think the city can handle much more let alone the power outage. I hope someone’s figuring that out.”
"Oh." Sveta tilted her head. This man could control... the weather? That was... powerful, even for a mutant. She guessed he had something to do with snow, maybe personal heat, but not... an entire storm system. That was definitely impressive.
>>“If you want to keep looking for anything open, you can walk with me. We might move into areas where the storm is bad, but it won’t take long to reduce it. Probably safer not to be out wandering alone, anyway... While you may be able to take care of yourself, there’s always a chance someone’s out to cause trouble. Or were you thinking of breaking into a closed store?”
"Me? Never." Sveta grinned under the mask. It had been years since she had been a petty thief, and she was not about to start again now, not unless she completely ran out of supplies. She did fall into step next to the man, though, watching him as he walked and talked and at the same time made it look almost effortless to control the weather. Sveta did not notice any changes yet, but if he really was working on reducing the damage, he definitely deserved respect.
"Is it difficult?" she ventured after a few minutes "To try to stop the storm?... Can your powers do it?"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
It was almost amusing for Svetlana to be at such a high-profile event again. These places kept popping back into her life, even though she had no affection for them... Once upon a time she imagined that it would be her life, on the arm of a wealthy husband. She was trained for this sort of thing, and she was damn good at it too, in a long, form-hugging bright red dress and perfect makeup for her newly blonde hair. She was here for a completely different reason now - not as arm candy, not as a spy. For the first time in a long time, Svetlana was doing something useful without holding a gun. It felt strange.
Lifting a glass of champagne from a tray, she surveyed the crowd. Humans and mutants, men, women and other genders, artists and patrons mingled. Devon had invited Svetlana to participate, on Haven't behalf, and she knew that she was not alone in the crowd... which was, following the apparent theme of the evening, strange. She had never been a full part of a team, given the danger of her powers to other mutants, and for the longest time, she worked alone, or under Sam's supervision. But now, just the knowledge that she had... allies out there made her feel like she was in a whole new territory. It was not a bad feeling.
Looking around, Sveta caught a familiar face, and her own lit up in a genuine smile. Weaving her way through the crowd, she caught up to the girl in the black dress.
"Agnes! I did not think I would see you here!"
*italics are spoken in Russian* Thanks to Siren for the sig and avi!
>>“No, actually. I was about to ask you the same thing?... Are you okay? I’m fine…”
The man seemed confused. It made sense, kind of - Sveta did not expect to see anyone out in the blizzard either. She guessed from the eyes that he was a mutant, so together with the coat it stood to reason that he was not freezing like normal people were. Sveta was still curious, and she could tell that he was too.
>>“I’m sorry, I’m just really surprised to see anyone out here in this. You must like the snow!”
Sveta scoffed, sinking her gloved hands into her coat pockets.
"I am used to it. I'm Russian. I came out to take a look. See if there's food." she said with a shrug, then decided to go the direct route, hoping to satisfy her curiosity before she froze in place. The weather conditions did not allow for a lot of chit-chat "You're a mutant, are you?..." she blinked, a thought occurring to her as she glanced around at his obvious nonchalance at the flying snow "... do you have snow powers or something?"
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Not that she had not seen snow before. Or cold. Or blizzards. She was Russian, for god's sake, she had seen a lot worse, and she had had a lot less at the time to keep her warm... and yet, having transformed into a genuine new yorker in the past years, she found that the relentless winds and snow in the past two days were making her snappy. Not that she had anyone to snap at.
Svetlana had spent the past several months mostly as a recluse. She had a new apartment, tiny and often forgotten, and a new vigilante uniform, less obvious than the crimson red one had been. She still had her guns, and she still went out occasionally to help people and patrol the streets - but given recent events, not nearly as much as she used to.
And yet, she was out today, trudging along in the snow in warm, fur-lined boots, and wearing a green coat with the hood pulled over her head. She needed to get out of the apartment that felt more like a cave now, and even if it meant swallowing snowflakes and not feeling her nose, she cherished the outside. New York was uncharacteristically empty, most parked cars disappearing under heaps of snow. She hoped she might find a food place open. She was tired of microwaving frozen goods.
She noticed the figure in the black coat down the street. He seemed as lonely as she was, and yet not nearly as cold. Curiosity piqued, Svetlana veered off her intended walking path to get a closer look at the man; she was still several steps away when she noticed his all-black eyes, and the way he seemed to be... listening, or looking for something. Tucking her scarf up over her nose, Sveta walked the last few steps, genuinely curious now.
"Hello." she spoke, Russian accent barely audible, but definitely there "Are you looking for help?"
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He was cute, but very bright, was he. Sveta placed a hand on her chest.
"Svet-la-na."
>>"Do you know any othzer language? Only Russian?"
"Some English" she said, with a heavy accent. She had only paid half attention at school, and only went to school half the time anyway, so her English vocabulary was pitiful. But still better than his Russian, apparently. Snob.
He started to change into more fitting clothes, turning away from her; Sveta rolled her eyes and did the same, putting on jeans and a shirt that more or less fit. She folded the dress and picked up the shoes, looking at the guy.
"This... your place?"
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Sveta could hear the boy's voice and she poked her head out of the kitchen. She couldn't tell what he was saying, but she assumed he was looking for her.
"Here" she said once she saw him, a little louder than a whisper, and waved at him. He was carrying a bundle of clothes. So, the sagging dress was not entirely intentional. He didn't look like that suit was designed for him either. What the hell were they thinking?...
She decided the kitchen was as good a place as any. She might as well eat something good while here.
"My name is Svetlana" she tried, pointing at herself "What's yours?"
And why the hell are we here?
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The kid was adorable. Not her type - too young and too... uh, nerdy?... - but cute in his slightly confused way as he agreed to the dress situation. Sveta was not even sure how she got into the dress in the first place. The day was kind of a blur in her mind.
>>"Ok. Wait. Here."
She waited as he darted off, came back, gave her a once over, and darted off again. Svetlana chuckled and walked over to what seemed like a kitchen. A large kitchen. How many people lived in this place?... She rummaged around the cupboards, but couldn't find anything that was even remotely liquor-like. Oh well. Plopping down into a kitchen chair, she waited for the knight in shining armor to return.
Did he find her somewhere? Was she drugged by someone else? The boy didn't look like he would drug her and then behave like he was. But then how did she end up in this mansion?...
Not like she minded it. Usually the only way for her to get into one was breaking in or squatting. She'd take it at face value, as long as the guy tried no funny business.
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