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.
”That would be a correct assumption. ” Sam said. NYPD’s ESU was on full deployment and headed toward the mansion. All off duty officers were being called in to work to help provide safety and security for the rest of the city. An event of that magnitude would bring out all kinds looking to take advantage.
Devon’s first ask was not that bad. Do a patrol. That worked in Sam’s interest. His second request had Sam slightly inclining his head and looking at Tempest like he was asking a genie for more wishes. Sam had a fairly sizable range of discretion per the law, but there were issues that could run contrary to policy.
”Here’s the best I can promise. Any nonviolent, non-felonious acts, I will report and leave you to manage. Beyond that I must step in. If I must make an arrest I will coordinate with y’all before a decision is made to take them from here. I’m required to stop the event, but I have more discretion regarding if I take them in.” Sam finally said as he took the mic and earpiece. ”I’m not here to stir anything up, but I still have rules I have to follow.”
Sveta thanked Sam and Sam nodded to Sveta as he fit the earpiece over his ear.
”I’ll start in the lobby then make my way around. Get a feel for where everyone is and what state they’re in. Figure out where my presence is destabilizing or reassuring.”
It was like the universe had aligned to help this child.
Sam was at Haven because of an attack on the mansion. There was a toddler who passed on powers to others like a curse. Sam had the prototype of the means to lock away mutant powers with him. Sam needed to test the spell and to test the longevity he wanted to test on someone young.
The challenge would be to find a way to be near the child, unnoticed.
”Okay.” Sam nodded his head. ”Then back to the apocalyptic elephant in the city. I know you have private security here, but today you will likely see more than your average threat. Y’all know here better than I do. Where could I be the most use?” Sam looked to Devon, ”You had mentioned being visible, give some formality. Be a deterrence. Anything else? ” Sam looked back to Sveta. ”Should I walk through where people are being helped. A reassurance that the city is also here to help?”
Sam nodded back to the man and closed his hand before withdrawing it, drawing it close to his chest. It was always awkward when you had a handshake rejected. Even if it was understandable.
”You have me at a disadvantage then.” Sam had only heard of the man before him from old news articles from when he built up the very place they were in. Sam recognized the face but the name was eluding him. ”I am happy to help. A fight with a large group of people throwing around spells isn’t exactly what I’m trained for. I felt I could be of better service here. And, as you said, deter those seeking to use the situation for their own gain.”
Sveta offered them drinks. Sam cocked his head, considering. ”Coffee. I have a feeling today will be a long one.”
When an assistant poked her head in, Sam was confused by the spots. However, beyond reminding Sam of Devon Hadden’s name, she peaked his interest in a target.
A mutant. Giving out powers. Even better, a toddler.
”Handing out powers…Today?” Sam narrowed his eyes slightly, ”You have a kid here who hands out powers that could be potentially dangerous?” His tone was one of curiosity and worry, not one of a detective latching onto reasonable suspicion.
Sam was informed that Sveta was up in her office. Sam nodded and waved off the offer to show him there. The path to Sveta’s office had been well trod by Sam. He would have to delay his hunt for a target, but that was fine. All good things came in their due course.
As he approached Sveta’s office, Sam noticed the door was open. More than that he heard speaking. It seemed someone might be in there with Sveta. As he turned and entered the room he saw Sveta with a well dressed man a few inches shorter than Sam was.
Sam nodded to Sveta, ”It looks like all hell broke loose up North. I came to see how I could help here since I heard you were taking people in.” Sam turned to the man who was there with Sveta and extended his hand, ”Howdy. I’m Detective Samuel Travis.”
There was no better opportunity. Chaos had erupted at the mansion and people were pouring into Haven. Sam saw it as his best opportunity to test on as close to a perfect target as he could and get out.
It would be easy to get in and scope out who was there. Sam had the connection with Sveta and the authority and status as an MRC detective.
Sam slid past a crowd of people entering Haven. The air was thick with fear and worry. His eyes scanned across the crowd. No. No one was right. He wanted younger. Could he cure a mutant at a young age and it persist? That was what he needed answered.
That day was the day Sam knew he would make history, he only needed the right target. Perhaps Sveta could be of use. He stopped someone who looked like they were from Haven and asked then, ”I’m detective Samuel Travis, NYPC. Where’s miss Sergeyeva?”
“Think of me what you want. You and I both suffer what we must.” Spectre said, referencing the Melian Dialogue. He then turned to leave. “You’ll be free shortly”
Another man in a balaclava entered the room and approached Sveta with a syringe. “Nighty-night” he said before stabbing Sveta in the shoulder.
”Good work. Now put her out and we can leave.”
“You're going to keep your word?”
”Yes. Consider everything I have on your gang deleted and forgotten.” Sam turned to leave. He left a folder on the table in the room. Spectre picked it up as Sam left.
The police arrived, responding to an anonymous call. ESU SWAT agents kicked in the door and cleared the building. When they found the room with Sveta they called a medic who held smelling salts under her nose to wake her up.
“Don’t worry Ma’am, we’ll get you free.” One of the officers said as he worked a key in the handcuffs and another officer worked to undo the other bindings.
’Remember to punch him in the nose.’ Spectre thought to himself as he took the hit to the face as he brought his hands up to grab Sveta’s head. The impact hurt but thankfully was slowed by his ethereal copies.
Spectre placed his lips on Sveta’s.
A moment later, Spectre let go of Sveta and moved away. Then more copies appeared. Several at a time. Soon the room was filling with copies that appeared almost real. Only a close look at them could see that they weren’t wholly corporial.
“This is amazing!” Spectre exclaimed. “My power. My copies!” Spectre turned to the camera and grinned.
Sam’s mouth opened, aghast at what he had just seen. ”That’s- That’s too much.” Sam’s hand closed into a fist. ”I never imagined it was this bad.”
Turning back to Sveta, Spectre clapped his hands once and said, “Well. Had you told me, I never would have believed it was this…. Glorious. Now, how long will it last? Seconds, minutes, days? No, that seems too long. If you won’t say I guess I can just wait and find out.” Spectre put his gloves back on, “You have no idea how much of a headache you just spared me from.”
Spectre cocked his head and made a long sound indicating his disbelief. “No. I don’t think that’s true. Rather, I think that’s true but you're not telling me everything.”
The ethereal copies moved in around Sveta and placed their hands on her head. They didn’t hold the head in place but provided a resistance like her head was held by a highly viscous material. A strong resistance that allowed a slow movement through it.
“Let’s try fairy tale rules.” Spectre placed his hands on Sveta’s arms and leaned in for a kiss.
“Oh. Feisty.” Spectre laughed. “I don’t want to be some god. I just want to run my own corner of paradise and leave my mark on the world.”
Sam walked around in front of Sveta and rested his head on a fist. “There has to be more. Is it time with contact? Type of contact? Please, just tell me what I want and you can leave. Holding you doesn’t help me. The information is what serves me.”
“Now now. I can’t go revealing my sources. Where’s the mystery in that?” Spectre said as his ethereal copy held its hands behind its back and leaned in close to look at Sveta. “So I guess I have to do this the harder way.”
Spectre used an ungloved hand and reached from behind Sveta to touch her face.
“Oh! Well this is interesting.” Spectre said as the ethereal copy became more solid in appearance. At the same time a pair of copies of the ethereal Spectre formed. “Is there more? Is this the limit? Please, tell me there is more.”
Spectre gave Sveta a disappointed look. It was an excellent joke. Maybe the woman just didn’t answer her cell phone enough. When Sveta decided to try and explain how it would all go down, Spectre gave a dismissive hand wave.
“Hey, hey, hey. Svetlana, do you mind if I call you Svetlana- Actually, who am I kidding. I don’t care. All I want… Is to learn about you. And here’s the best part. You don’t have to do a thing!” Spectre gave Sveta a thumbs up. “No need for you to lift a finger, and it is better if you don’t.”
”Just hurry up with it.” Sam muttered. He wasn’t worried about anyone finding and attempting to rescue Sveta, but the longer this took, the longer he was there.
“Let me start with a statement then a question.” Spectre stood behind Sveta and put his hands on the chair. An ethereal copy of him walked around in front of her. “You increase mutant powers. The question is, by how much? Just tell me how it all works and we can let you go now.”
Sam had told the crew to wear soft armor. He knew that Sveta would be armed. The men who decided not to wear any, they could have nice scars to remind them to listen to their betters. If they survived that was.
Once Sveta was down for the count, the gang quickly moved her into one of their vans and bound her hands and feet as well as gagging her and putting a sack on her head. Overkill is underrated.
An hour later one of the gang members set a metal chair in an empty room with one door in and a few cameras in the corners. Another man slumped the unconscious Sveta onto the chair before the pair added to her bindings by handcuffing her arms and legs to the chair. Once she was secured they removed the sack and gag.
When Sveta woke up, one of the two men in the room cracked the door and yelled, “She’s up.” The other man pulled his balaclava all the way down with a sigh and muttered, “I guess dinner is over.” as he wrapped up the burrito he had been eating.
“We’re-” the first man began before the door opened again and a third man in a suit and a black and white oni mask stepped in, cutting him off with a simple
“Enough.” Which was followed by, “Leave.”
Sam stood in a room with several monitors on the wall. He could see Sveta from several angles and hear everything that was said. He watched as the leader of the gang shut the door behind his men and then turned to Sveta.
“Welcome Svetlana. So sorry to bother you but we’ve been trying to reach you about your car’s extended warranty.” The gang leader took off his driving gloves and stowed them in a pocket. “My name is Spectre, I’m your quality satisfaction specialist. Are you comfortable there?”
"Always one for the theatrics" Sam said as he shook his head.
The gang Sam had recruited took their positions. One was on overwatch, his task was to spot and direct the others where to go to hit their target. When the overwatch saw their target move into an alley he radioed and the gang sprang into action.
Vans slid into place blocking off both ends of the alley and several large men wearing balaclavas stepped out. They advanced on their target quickly. They’d heard the woman they were after was good at self defense but it didn’t matter. Going hands-on was the distraction. Force the woman into engaging with them and then tranquilizer dart from above.
While they were a gang, military strategy not being their strong suit, they had 25 to life riding on this working out.
They moved towards the woman with a semi-coordinated strike. All they had to do was make her hold still or be predictable. So they grabbed at her. Large, hands and small.
Working with Svetlana was beneficial to Sam, but Svetlana was also a roadblock. Svetlana was in an excellent position to provide Sam with information and had her as a lynchpin for Haven. Yet Sam lacked enough information to truly work her.
The main thing Sam needed to understand was her power. There was something intangible to it that Sam felt he would use to his advantage if he could understand it. To that end Sam sought out an aceision user. While Sam could use his somation magic to puzzle out Svetlana’s power like a researcher in the field, an aceision mystic could do the magic equivalent of Googling her power.
Finding the mystic took time, then building trust took longer. Finally, after months, Sam had struck a bargain where he would exchange services with the fellow mystic. Everyone wanted the services of a somatist to address some perceived imperfection.
The aceisist ritual worked and it laid out the general form and function of Svetlana’s power. However, it fell short of providing the limits. How powerful could Svetlana make a mutant. Better said, how much of a threat to everyone could she make someone’s power.
Svetlana’s power existed to add fuel to the fire of the curse of mutation. She actively worsened people as they were near her.
Sam maintained his arrangement with Svetlana and they continued to meet. THey exchanged information and Sam made arrests of dangerous mutants and was even able to test his spells on a few. See how his experimentation was going along. All the while he was coordinating with a gang of mutants.
The gang were rolled up by Sam and he was holding the threat of prosecution over them. All they had to do was pick up and hold a certain person who would be at a specific place for a predetermined amount of time and he would make the evidence and case against them disappear.
Easy.
When everything was arranged, Sam arraigned a meeting with Svetlana. They needed to meet near an abandoned factory. Sam said he was going to discuss sensitive information with her. Information she would want to help other mutants but he couldn’t be overheard telling her. Even being in Haven wasn’t safe.
”Here.” Sam handed a manilla envelope to Svetlana. It bulged where a thin NVMe external drive sat. ”The information is on the drive. Straight from One Police Plaza. I could lose my ass giving you this so make good use of it. And for the love of God, don’t plug it into a computer connected to the internet and destroy it when you’re done.”
Sam had given her the quick and dirty on a few mutants who he felt were being framed by another mutant that was being politically protected. Sam’s hands were tied but Svetlana could apply pressure with Haven and as her vigilante self.
”I have to go.” Sam placed a key to his chest and it passed through his chest. He turned it and with a flash of light he turned from his normal self to a scruff looking man in his 50s. One who had lived a hard life and been in the sun too much.
“Hey Sam, think your partner will grill something for you after the race?”
“...Or maybe he’ll just nap through it. You can lug the dead weight right, Tex?”
The other police were in rare form. Giving Sam encouragement and all the love knowing he was to be saddled with a firefighter. Their culinary brothers in arms who love sleepovers.
When the number ‘77’ was called, Sam looked around for which firefighter he was to be competing with. It wasn’t hard to notice who it was. Firefighter in question was preceded by catcalls. It was when Sam’s race partner broke through the crowd that Sam saw who it was.
Of all the firefighters in the city, it was one Sam had worked with to handle a trio of mutants.
”Howdy, Rex. Funny runnin’ into you again here.” Sam looked around at the police and firefighters who had both found common ground in jeering their unlucky comrades. ”Ready to win?”
