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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Zselyke respected Devon as someone Sveta trusted and she knew him by reputation, but that was all for now. He was still someone she would learn more about in time and hopefully develop a relationship of trust with. For now, knowing Sveta trusted him and knowing they shared a vision was enough.
After everything that happened during the attack on the Mansion, it was nice seeing Sveta grin again. Zselyke clinked her glass with Sveta's when she passed by as an act of solidarity.
Security was a high-priority for a politician with grand aspirations. Sure, president was off the table, but until she got stricter term limits in place in the Senate, she intended to get re-elected as many times as possible. Theatrics, while impractical, could be amusing. "Are you saying I don't get to enjoy a whole skull and crossbones experience in torchlit chambers?"
The robes and cult-vibes were off the table, but they evidently kept codenames in the Inner Echelon. "Well, that does have some charm to it. I know of them; not to say I put much worth in them, but for names, they do suit a theme. Let's see... well, unless you plan on bringing one of these new mystics into the Inner Echelon, I think I'd make a fine Magician." Besides, that would be a terrible codename for an actual magician if the goal was anonymity.
"You're part of the Inner Echelon as well, right? Have you staked claim to a name yet?" She framed his face with her finger and thumb, smirking. "Let me guess; that looks like the jaw of a Ruler. Or maybe the Creator; you did bring us here, correct?"
The image of turning guns into flowers would certainly send a message. Zselyke could make it happen as an illusion, but that would miss the real impact. "Do we really? I should look into hiring a couple. My fundraisers aren't nearly witchy enough."
Of course, Zselyke wasn't there for girl talk to complain about her Republican peers; not primarily, at least. She took a bracing sip of her drink and set it down to offer her hand to the man of the hour.
Zselyke had done her research; not as much as Devon might have pulled up on her, but the man behind Haven was impressive enough to warrant a dossier. He came from money, but Zselyke wouldn't hold that against him; he was using that money to exert influence and she approved of the direction he was pushing. She could be morally against the megarich while acknowledging the system she was stuck in. They had to throw good money at bad money sometimes, and in her opinion, Devon might be good money.
"An honor to finally meet the man behind it all, Mr. Hadden. And it was my pleasure to do my part. Sveta made it easy to help her; she's pretty damn impressive," she assured him, giving her friend a wink. Svetlana had a few rough months under her belt, like she attracted trouble. It was Zselyke's job as her friend to keep her spirits up.
Zselyke knew of the front end of Haven's affairs, working with their humanitarian efforts over the past year. She also knew, to some degree, the movements behind the curtain. Sveta kept her on a need-to-know basis, but it sounded like Devon was ready to pull the curtain back for her entirely. Zselyke was never above working outside the rules to get things done. If that was how Haven worked, she was ready to adjust her boundaries when necessary to see real change.
"I'm sure this sounds naive, but I understand where you're coming from. As one of the unfortunate souls who has seen how the sausage is made in our political system, the barriers to progress are... well, insurmountable by design. Real change isn't something for idealists, and there's only so much you can 'fix from within,' regardless of intent." Her young career had victories, but Zselyke understood she was set up to fail.
"I'm more than willing to lend my hand to a group hellbent on forcing change for the safety of our people. Not just mutants. The Other." Zselyke wasn't a mutant supremacist, and she even kept her powers a secret to the outside world for practicality's sake, but she was a mutant, an immigrant, and a queer woman.
Despite her willingness, Zselyke had to consider the practicality of joining the inner circles of Haven's organization. "I'm hoping you treat this Inner Echelon of yours with the secrecy it deserves, Mr. Hadden. There is a big difference between a Senator supporting a humanitarian organization versus a senator sitting on the board of a shadow council."
Life became hectic after the chaos at the Mansion. There was always a push after any paranormal event for politicians to overreact, and some of Zselyke's colleagues were all too ready to jump to that response. This situation was unique because mutants were not the primary focus for political outrage. Sure, some politicians were trying to spin this as the fault of mutantkind, though the reasoning was flimsy. Some still refused to believe mystics were not just mutants parading around as magicians. Others were unnerved by the concept of magic in their world. Neither party was comfortable with settling on a unified narrative yet, but that would come with time.
The added stress on the horizon meant it was time to commit to her partnership with Svetlana and Haven. Her friend was on the same page, setting up an important meeting. Evidently, the original founder of Haven was back in the city. They were going to meet in a confidential room in Haven's Headquarters
She cleared her schedule for the meeting, but her early morning leading up to the appointment was still a full slate. By the time she had her private car drive her to the tall building housing Haven's facilities, she was on her second coffee and her color had dimmed. Not enough to be obvious, but she looked run down and her pinstriped blue pants and blazer were muted.
Someone Hadden clearly trusted escorted her to this "inner sanctum." Zselyke opened the door, finding she was the last to arrive. Fair enough; as far as she knew, Svetlana and Hadden probably lived on-site. "Good morning. Sorry if I kept you waiting." Zselyke also noticed the table of drinks in the corner and quickly made herself at home, pouring herself a glass of scotch. "Don't mind me; I have a Whoosh Call with 'The Recognized Gentleman from Kentucky' scheduled this afternoon, so I'm mentally preparing for a conservative grifter's opinions on New York liberal gun control."
Zselyke knew Sveta had plenty of time to find someone. The blonde was a decade younger than her, and despite her wild and promiscuous ways over the years, Zselyke was confident she would settle down with someone if it ever felt like the right time. Life was long and there were no deadlines.
Everyone had a different sexual awakening, with some going through multiple. Zselyke knew better than to encourage Sveta to read into things with her sexual awakening, especially when it came in the form of a stripper co-ed.
It would be easier to show restraint if Sveta did not keep stringing her along with juicy reveals. Zselyke tried to say something immediately, but Sveta was wise enough to cut her off with a clarification. It did nothing to slow Zselyke down, of course. The reasoning was sound and practical, just like Sveta, and as a Havenite, Zselyke saw the appeal of learning more about these witches running around. Was Bubbles in the minority with her pro-mutant feelings? With luck, she could shed light on something unknown.
She was apparently good at that. "Look at you making my silly nonsense night productive somehow! It does sound like a good opportunity. Be sure to treat her well to get her comfortable and ready to... talk magic." Zselyke popped up floating candles around their space in the private car, setting the mood. "Maybe a nice dinner reservation. Improve mutant-magician relations. And who knows, maybe she's in the market for a sugar mommy," she could not resist tacking on at the end, snorting and laughing at the proposal. Not that she disapproved by any means, but the idea that Sveta could stumble into a sugar baby before Zselyke was cosmic comedy.
Nothing was changing about Svetlana, but the world around her had a chance to open up now. Zselyke remembered that; looking around and suddenly seeing the things her brain was conditioned to ignore. She wondered how that would change the way Sveta saw people, and maybe Zselyke would get a pan panic text some day soon because a woman winked at Sveta the right way. However she handled coming out, Zselyke was glad she could be the friend in Sveta's corner when she had questions and concerns.
"This just means your plate might be open to more people, is all. Maybe if we widen the menu, you'll have a better chance of finding someone, man, woman, or otherwise, who doesn't suck," she pointed out. Women were not inherently better than men as partners (she reminded herself constantly,) but dating women meant more opportunities to be good. An unfortunate percentage of men had some toxic baggage when dealing with women, so with any luck, seeing the different ways women approached her would help Sveta pick up warning signs in either gender. Zselyke just wanted her to meet someone who deserved her.
Zseylke grinned, remembering Sveta's activities of the night. "Maybe they'll just fall into your lap. It seems like you like it when they do that, right?" she teased. "It's a shame you couldn't get more info about these witches between dances."
Zselyke was lucky the downsides to overusing her powers were minimal compared to some mutants. Touching Sveta could burn down a city or put a neighborhood in a coma, so exhausting all her biochromatic breath and being left color-drained was harmless. Sure, she could not touch her friend in public, but that was what private cars and privacy screens were for, right?
Despite this being new territory for Sveta, she was receptive. Zselyke was not an authority on sexuality, but she did her fair share of studying queer theory in her free time. When you lived in an over-politicized space with ignorant opinions constantly mouthing off, it was important to be as informed and educated as humanly possible. No one would say she was misrepresenting her community.
For Sveta, she considered what she was learning tonight alongside what she learned along the way. Sexuality did not need labels, but for someone learning herself, there was comfort in identity. "Well, this might not be the be-all-end-all of what you are, and self-discovery never really ends, yada yada, but... let's see." Zselyke sat up straighter, wanting to treat this with seriousness it deserved. "I was inclined to say you could be bisexual because your attraction to men and women comes from different places, but... I don't think that's right. I get the impression you just find specific things attractive in different individuals, not genders." And demisexuality did not, at least initially, sound right because Bubbles was a stranger and there was some kind of draw there.
Taking a deep biochromatic breath that her body immediately metabolized, the colors in the car changed to bright pinks, yellows, and blues. That felt right. "If you're asking me, I think you could be pansexual. Attracted to people as individuals, not as genders. It's not exactly uncommon for pansexuals not to recognize attractions when the person happens to be female if you've grown up with compulsive heterosexuality as the default. Which," given her history as a trained mail-order bride for men, "you did." Most people did, honestly, but Sveta's case was uniquely defined by men.
As the last of the color drained from Zselyke and Sveta, the flowers around them bloomed in the shades and colors of various pride colors. Zselyke was excited, sexed-up, and had a lot of gay on the brain, so with relaxed inhibitions, the outside reflected her inside.
According to Sveta, the dancer got less than straight impressions from her blonde friend. Bubbles had an interesting perspective on the situation, to be sure, but she could be reading into the situation due to her worldview and the sexual space she existed in.
"At least for me, the way genders affect me sexually is different," she admitted regarding Sveta trying to remember a lap dance from a man. "There are ways I'm attracted to women that I wouldn't find sexy in a man or a non-binary partner. It's weird and it's not a one-to-one translation. And I'm not saying that's going on with you." Zselyke did not want to be presumptuous and push a sexual awakening on Sveta.
She did not want to discourage her either. "I'm just saying sexuality is different for everyone and there's no harm in learning small parts along the way. Maybe this is just a small part of yours, whatever that may be?" She could be queer, or she could like the way a woman's body looked dancing in her lap as an exception to her straight rule. It was up to Sveta if that was something worth exploring or elaborating on.
Zselyke was ready to counter Sveta's quick jump to denial when she caught something in the way Sveta hesitated. She was not going to forget that; that was a silver bullet to keep in her pocket until she needed it.
Resting her head on Sveta's shoulder and enjoying her descent into monochromatic baseline, Zselyke delicately approached the topic, because she did not want to push too hard and get Sveta to backtrack into comfortable heteronormativity. "A straight woman can certainly appreciate the aesthetic of a gorgeous woman, but... well, how did the dance make you feel? Was it nothing but chaste, straight thoughts while that hot young woman 'touched' you with her dance? Or...?"
Zselyke nodded with an overly serious, contemplative face. It was interesting, vital information to know Mutants could not be Mystics. It sounded like another potential line for people to end up divided along, and Haven would have to deal with that. So would politicians. "Hmm, yes. No Mystic Mutants. Fascinating. We'll have to learn more about this in the morning."
And then a smirk cracked and Zselyke wrapped herself around Sveta's arm, letting color drain out of her and fill the back of her vehicle with illusionary curtains and sparkling stars hanging in the air. "So my straight-laced, straight-up straight bestie got her first lapdance. On her lap and everything." It was easy to assume when Sveta admitted to significant touching. Zselyke still remembered the flushed look Sveta returned to the table with after the pole dance, and there was a similar redness after her time in the room. "You must've been a very good client to get a kiss on the cheek for your patronage. So? Any takeaways from your night with Bubbles?"
Zselyke arched an eyebrow. Sveta had thrown her off with talk of magic, because it was undeniably the most important thing she discovered during her strip club excursion. It was also something they could discuss more when they were sober and in a mindset to do something with that information.
Touch brought her back, because she understood Svetlana's powers. A soft touch muffled by her glove would result in a mild power-boost, so it did not sound like that was what happened between Sveta and this Mystic. "You know. Interesting. Musta been nice, having someone to safely touch. Out of curiosity, what kind of touch are we talking, Svetlana. Were you doing some good Christian hand-holding during your magical story time, or...?
It was hard to believe Sveta followed a dancer into a private room and nothing happened. Even if they just talked, there was something there to ask about. Conversations between strangers could devolve to small talk, but Sveta wasn't a small talk person. The last time they had a chat as (relative) strangers, they broke into a musical number and Zselyke was drafted into a shadow organization of mutants. She could only imagine what the bubbly dancer spoke with her friend about.
Her imagination did not come up with 'magic' as an answer. Zselyke blinked. "Okay, magic? Like, she showed you magic." If Sveta the Skeptic was saying it, Bubbles did not just pay lip service and claim to be magic. Sveta would have needed proof. They had heard rumors of magical goings-on in New York, but Haven was still investigating with other solutions in mind. Magic sounded farfetched, even in a world with mutants. "I didn't expect this to be a fact-finding mission. So did you just get a magic show in the room? And how are we a hundred-percent sure she's not just a mutant claiming to be magic? She wouldn't be the first." The line between a mutant power and magic was thin.
Zselyke rarely used a divider in her vehicles unless she had business to attend to that required a degree of confidentiality. This was not business, but it definitely called for privacy.
The way things started made sense for Sveta. Zselyke had questions, but she was going to play things patiently. "Ever the hero, Sveta," she joked. It was lucky of Bubbles that Sveta was the person to come around in her time of need. "Okay, so you help her escape to lay low. And then you had a nice, uncomplicated heart-to-heart with a twenty-year-old dancer. I'd love to know where a chit chat like that led." Zselyke was not making a value judgment on the dancer, but she wanted to know what common ground two women from very different walks of life found in a VIP room at a strip club.
It was mildly frustrating developing a friendship with a person Zselyke couldn't touch freely. It was not that she desperately needed to show physical affection, but rather, that her dramatic exit would carry so much more weight if she could drag Sveta out by her hand.
Zselyke took a moment to thank the manager on her way out and compliment the show and the stellar service. This would not be the Senator's last trip to Hexes and Hoes.
But with the formalities out of the way and their car pulling up for them, Zselyke finally replied to Sveta's deflection. "I don't know what your definition of big stories entails. What I know is I watched my good straight friend exit a private room with a very touchy, very hot co-ed. If that's not a springboard for some girl talk, nothing is, Sveta."
Madison beamed, grabbing her necktie before she forgot and left Svetlana to depart so a souvenir. She did have a different one in mind, though. Nice to meet you, Svetlana." At the risk of overwhelming her client of the night a little more, she pecked Svetlana on the cheek and dismissed herself to freshen up backstage.
In the least creepy way humanly possible, Zselyke watch Svetlana and her dancer speak in the distance before parting ways. The dancer, much to Zselyke's surprise, departed after giving her friend a kiss on the cheek.
Svetlana jumped right to making assumptions about Zselyke's dance. Nice try. "We always knew I was going to have a good time. I like women, I like bodies, and I like a nice ass shaking in my lap. We don't have to talk about that."
Getting to her feet, Zselyke left payment for the evening and a generous tip on the table. Handing Svetlana her bag, she stated, in the clearest diction she had after a big of drinking, "What we ARE going to do is call it a night and have a chat about your night, which I'm suddenly very curious about."
Zselyke was feeling good. Turns out when you bring together two women with colorful dating histories, the drinking game you create is next level. When her dancer, Karma, returned to the table, Sveta gave her the go ahead to procure a dance.
Zselyke had to remember not to kiss her cheek for it. "Thank you!" she replied in her okay-est Russian. "When I return, we can head home and so much heart to heart, you don't even know." And with that, she let the dancer lead her by the hand to a private room.