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.
”If he’s smart he’ll try and run. I don’t take him as the smart kind.” Sam said, hoping Fenrear would try something. It would present an opportunity to arrest all three brothers at once. Fenrear’s power wasn’t flashy enough to make a good test subject for his spells… Maybe the key?
”I wouldn’t be so sure. When MRC calls in an officer involved, backup tends to move with purpose.” And almost as if on cue, the sound of distant sirens could be heard echoing off the buildings.
What brought Sam there? That was an easy question, ”Police response is laughably slow here. I often bebop around in plainclothes through the underserved areas. Sometimes I’m on scene immediately to help. Like today. How about yourself? Didn’t have a cookout today?” Sam brought up a classic cop on firefighter rib.
”Good to know..” Sam said. He wasn’t particularly religious, especially since he now worked with magic and the Abrahamic religions that dominated America tended to have a problem with that.
When Rex identified himself,his running into the burning building made sense to Sam. Firefighter. As much as police ragged on firefighters for having cookouts and sleepovers all the time, they would risk everything by running into a blaze. While it wasn’t running toward gunfire, it was a close second. ”Lucky you were here, Rex.”
According to Rex, Fenrear had started the fires with Molotov cocktails. Classy. ”He might be slightly off his game. Both his brothers are down for the count. Looks like their mutations went on the fritz.”
Sam looked between where he had left Razorback and Kodiak. ”If he’s smart he’ll try to pick up his brothers and get out of dodge.” then looking back to Rex he added, "I called in after I managed Kodiak. We should have red and blue backup here soon."
The man who had left the first burning building had done his due diligence on the second burning building already. If there was no indication that someone was inside, there was no sense in risking either of their lives to go into the burning home. As the man had said, all they could do was pray.
”Hope the big guy is listening.” It wasn’t said as a challenge, rather a genuine hope that if the big man upstairs was there he would hear and no one would be in the building.
With two of the berserker boys managed and at least one person spared from a fire, Sam pulled out his phone to begin on site coordination with the incoming emergency services. Beyond the fires, there were the two downed mutants and a horrific amount of damage with an unknown number of injured civilians.
The other man asked where Fenrear was.
Sam turned the microphone of his phone away from his face, ”Lost sight of him when I was apprehending Kodiak. He… Might try to help his brothers out.” Sam cast his eyes toward where he had dealt with Razorback and Kodiak. Sam spoke into his phone again asking for ESU and to block off a few blocks to prevent Fenrear from evading capture.
”I’m Detective Sam Travis. Good job saving that woman.”
Sam arrived at the first burning building he had seen and saw a little girl crying. The door was open. Sam took a few deep breaths to prepare himself to run in if he needed to. He had a duty to help people when he could, but he had no magic that could help him here.
The girl was crying and talking about her mom. Sam looked from her to the building and took hold of a key. He committed to going in but as soon as he took a step toward the doorway a man about his height stepped out with a woman.
“Mommy!” the child cried.
Sam quickly looked over the woman. She looked a little worse for wear, but not so bad she needed him to use his key. She was fine. There was a fire at the other building. Sam turned to look at it. No one was outside.
”Anyone left that building?” Sam asked and indicated the other building where a fire was growing.
Sam shot to his feet and pointed his pistol at Kodiak who was noticeably smaller. ”On the ground, hands behind your head!”
Kodiak didn’t get the memo that the fight was over. Even with reduced strength he thought he could take Sam. He threw a punch at Sam. Sam dodged it.
”On the ground!” Sam yelled as he dodged another hit from Kodiak.
After abiding a couple more strikes, Sam decided it wasn’t worth fighting while he had his pistol out. Using his support hand he drew out a knife and slashed it across Kodiak’s pelt. Immediately it began flailing on Kodiak. The movement forced him to the ground and kept his arms moving as he no longer had the strength to resist the fur controlling his movement.
Sam returned the knife to its scabbard and turned to look for Fenrear. ”One to go.” He didn’t see Fenrear but the fire in the building was growing. Black smoke was billowing out of the open door of one.
It took Sam only a moment to decide. The two most destructive members of the Berserker Boys have been managed. The risk to civilians was now from the fire. Sam pulled out his cell phone and called for fire services as he ran toward the burning buildings.
Ready with two more anti-mutation rounds, Sam moved. He quickly got away from the path the now flying car was taking. Kodiak had launched a car down the street in the direction Razorback had been heading. There were two targets left, but Kodiak was the clear net target. From what he remembered, Fenrear just healed. Sure he could still be dangerous, but no more so than any human.
The problem was that Fenrear was moving quickly and weaponizing cars. This kept them between Sam and Fenrear, making a clear shot almost impossible. Saw scanned the area quickly. He didn’t want to move to get a better angle on Kodiak and find Fenrear ready with some more mundane but no less deadly weapon.
Fire.
One of the houses had the orange glow of a fire. ”Not good.” Sam said with a curse. He saw someone but before he could yell at the man to call 911 for the fire, the man took off running toward the building. That was some bravery.
”This might suck.” Sam said to himself as he decided on his course of action. Distance was the enemy. He needed to get closer to Kodiak. Get in close and behind him. Sam didn’t want to kill Kodiak so reducing his power while the man was holding a car over his head was the last resort.
”Hey, Ursa minor! Yeah, you. Tantrum time’s over!” Sam yelled at Kodiak trying to draw his attention before he threw another car at someone. ”If you can’t play nice with your mutation, I’ll just have to take it away.” Sam slid feet first under a tossed car and fired at Kodiak from a few yards away.
Three mutants terrorizing the city, three test subjects for his spells. Sam did a tactical reload to swap out the magazine in his service pistol with one that led with a pair of magical bullets. He worked the action. A nonmagical round was ejected as one of the magical anti-mutation cartridges was loaded into the chamber.
First order of business was Razorback. The boar was doing hellacious damage and was slowly catching up to his target. Sam stopped and fired a round at Razorback. It was a miss. Sam fired again, this time a hit.
Razorback stumbled when he was hit by the bullet, the spell taking effect. It wasn’t a full nullification but the mutation was reverting back. Razorback stumbled and rolled across the ground as he turned back into a mostly human lump of auto-trampled garbage.
”And stay down!” Sam said as he went for another reload. He had two more magazines with the first pair of bullets being ensorcelled. Hopefully he could hit the other two with only one.”Alright, who’s next?”
What part of the story did Sam know? There was no reason to withhold information from Svetlana. Legally any exculpatory evidence he had would need to be turned over to the defense in a prosecution so it worked well to just give all evidence to the prosecution. Protected against an overturn on appeal. This early in the process, it could result in Max or a witness changing their story, but the crime scene and the body told their own story and they were more valuable.
”Eyewitnesses said max held Mr. Franklin against a wall as they spoke. At some point a spike extended from Max into Mr. Franklin. Max then withdrew the spike and fled the scene. There is CCTV footage that corroborates the statements.” Sam produced an autopsy report, ”There was no there sign of a struggle and it does not appear Mr. Franklin was using some kind of power nor was he on any mind or body altering substances at the time of death.”
A lawyer. Of course Svetlana would insist on a lawyer being present. Sam didn’t view that as a problem, only an inconvenience. He understood the rationale, the US legal system being inspired by Blackstone’s Formulation, and viewed it as a positive. It did however make his duty harder.
”That’s fine.” Sam had hoped to talk to the kid at Haven before arresting him. A noncustodial interrogation. No Miranda necessary. An attorney present nixed any advantage Sam had in the interrogation by not Mirandizing Max. ”The kid should be a little scared. Someone is dead and it looks like his spike’s did the deed. That said… I can play nice with the kid. I can stick with homicide.” In addition to murder, homicide included jutified and negligent killings. ”It’s semantics, I know, but the counsel will know and can help him understand the difference.”
Sam took the tea with a , ”Thank you.” and then used the sugar to turn his tea into the syrup he was so used to from back home. He took the offered seat and sipped at his tea. Sickeningly sweet, as God intended.
Svetlana didn’t immediately demand he return with a warrant. That was a good start. Hopefully they could build a good working relationship. That would make things much easier in the future. Haven had mutants, it was an inevitability that mutant powers would force a deadly situation. From the outside it seemed Haven was good at helping prevent those situations, but eventually the odds are against you.
”My working theory from what I have is that it was some kind of an intimidation tactic or mugging gone wrong. That falls under the felony murder rule. Second degree murder.” Sam took a sip of his tea and waved a hand. ”Murder, homicide, manslaugher. They all mean the same thing. Someone is dead and someone else killed them. I’m just trying to find out what happened. My best theory rightnow is felony murder. If that’s wrong, help me find out what really happened. You have the kid here. Let me talk to him, get his story.”
Sam didn’t see any problem in working with Svetlana. To him there was only one outcome and it would mean getting a dangerous mutation off the street.
Character Name: Null Play-by: Tom Ellis Type of Graphic: All of the above. Desired Text: Have fun with it, Zek. You do good work. Additional Details: He's a detective who wears nice suits when not needing to be super undercover. He has a very "love the sinner hate the sin" relationship with mutants. He wants to use his magic to remove mutations. His magic is based on engraving the spell into objects and then activating them. Guns, bullets, knives, keys. Those are his canvases for magic.
Ms. Sergeyeva did not shake Sam’s hand. Sam smoothly withdrew his offered hand.That was fine. People often had their reasons. With mutants, Sam assumed it might be for his own protection. Miss Sergeyeva then withdrew to her desk and decided to make Sam’s job harder.
”Tea. Thank you. And lots of sugar. You can take the man out of Texas but you can’t take Texas out of the man.” Sam said and then set the file he had brought with him on the desk and pulled out a crime scene photo. ”Max is the primary suspect in the murder of this man, Gary Franklin. He was a member of a gang in a neighborhood close to Max’s.”
Sam wasn’t sure if it was gang violence or anti human violence or what. All he knew was that Max was likely the murderer. The dirtbag had used his mutant power and driven a spike through someone killing them. ”This is more of a courtesy. I could get a warrant and come in making demands. I’m asking for your cooperation… Your help in finding justice for Mr. Franklin.”
Haven had a good reputation if not a perfect record. They took people in and helped them. Sometimes the person needing help was actually responsible for someone’s death. That was what brought Sam to Haven. One of their latest stray mutants had killed someone and run. This meant he needed to meet with Svetlana to get her to release the kid to Sam.
Sam arrived at Haven and after announcing himself and stating his business while flashing his badge he had to wait to be sent up to meet with Svetlana. That was fine. Sam understood having to wait for large organizations. It wasn’t like there was any evidence at risk so there was not much he could do if he wanted to just head straight in anyway.
Surprisingly, Sam didn't have to wait very long before he was sent in to meet with Svetlana. He had not dressed specifically to meet with a higher up at Haven that day but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dressed nice. When he wasn’t working the street, Sam tended to dress professionally. Not in his police uniform but a suit. A suit plus a badge projected a particular kind of power.
When Sam stepped through the door he was greeted by the blonde woman who ran the place. She seemed to stagger mid sentence. Sam wrote it off as if she was expecting someone else. He was new to MRC afterall. Likely a different detective went by to settle issues.
”Howdy, I’m Detective Samuel Travis. Nice to meet you.” Sam held out his hand to shake hers then noticed the gloves on her hands. Mutant, germaphobe, fashion statement?
”I’m here about a new kid Haven took in.” Sam opened a file he had with him and produced a picture, ”Max “the Spike-Man.”
The vigilante was saying a lot that clearly she thought was meaningful. It might even be convincing were it not for one fact. Whomever she told, she would have to admit to the vigilantism to them, this would color their opinion of her enough to sow doubt. The thought of her saying it to try to get out of trouble would always be a nagging question.
However she did want to make a report. That was fair enough. ”Sure. Whatever you say. Now lets see that ID.” Sam made a ‘hand it over’ gesture with one hand
With the situation having been successfully deescalated, Sam was not prepared for when the woman shoved Timmy. Sam only just managed to keep Timmy and himself from busting it on the concrete.
”Hey! Stop!... Shit.” Sam shouted after the woman as she ran and jumped for the fence. Sam all but dropped Timmy onto his chest on the ground and set off after the woman. She had a sizable lead. She had a mutation, but it was already restrained. Sam didn’t go for his gun. He wanted to close the gap and use his knife to restrain her bodily.
”Running only makes you more tired when you ride downtown!”
Sam wasn’t a beat cop and he didn’t go out on patrol, but that didn’t mean he didn’t find himself walking around through poorer sections of the city in his official capacity as an officer. He didn’t wear an NYPD uniform, but he likely still stood out. Plaid button down and tie with blue jeans wasn’t exactly the norm in that particular part of the city. As a detective, and one who frequently worked undercover, Sam worked with a lot of latitude with respect to his attire.
Often Sam would find reasons to be in high crime areas while not needing to be there. Places where police response was often a little longer. This provided two benefits; the first was the locals received a more immediate police presence, the second was that he could handle mutants before other officers arrived. This provided him the chance to test his latest iteration on his spell to restrain a mutant’s power.
Sam was leaning against a building eating some chinese from one of their very distinctive takeout boxes when a small hell broke loose.
The Berserker Boys. Sam had heard about them and even seen their photos down at One Police Plaza. They weren’t FBI’s most wanted nor were they going to find their faces on the DIA’s playing cards. They were a NYC home grown nuisance. Rap sheet including assault, terroristic threats, criminal mischief, destruction of public property, grand larceny, and jaywalking. They were mutants who used their powers to hurt people. There was nothing redeeming about them.
Clearly the asphalt and sidewalk had offended the three men. They were doing their damndest to trash it. They were breaking it, spilling trash cans on it, and throwing everything at and into it. That… or the tall man in the business suit that kept running from them had offended them. He was ducking, dodging, and weaving like he was an athlete in his youth. Razorback was big and could move fast, but he couldn’t corner well.
”Freeze, NYPD!” Sam ran toward the chase. One hand was fishing out his badge that hung from his neck, the other was pulling his shirt out of his pants in the front and drawing his duty pistol.
Bringing in the Berserker Boys would look good on his record. They were also three prime targets for his spells.
