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.
Sam heard Svetlana’s comment as he worked the slide on his sidearm. The normal cartridge went sailing off into the diner as one with an ensorcelled bullet was chambered.
”I seem to get that a lot lately.” Sam said as he tucked his sidearm in on his side under his ribs—a classic police close quarters combative pose—and fired.
The bullet struck center-mass on one of the men and nothing happened. Sam turned at his waist and fired on another of the men. Again nothing. Were they not mutants? Sam was confused just long enough to let the first of the men get in grabbing range. The man’s hands grabbing Sam’s shirt and pulling him in brought him back to the there and then.
”Hey, this is a new shirt!” Sam complained as he dug his knee into the man’s groin. The strike seemingly doing less than it should. ”And you’re wearing a cup?” Sam struck up and hit the man in the jaw with the heel of his hand. Other than the man’s head snapping back he seemed otherwise unphased.
”I think you need new friends.” Sam called to Sveltana as he drew his knife and sliced it up the man hitting pants and shirt.
Immediately the man began flailing and in his confusion let Sam free. Sam climbed up and over some chairs to make distance as the one man flailed further before his clothing wrenched him back into a perfect pose for having all his limbs cuffed together. The other men who had moved toward Sam held back a moment in shock.
Of course the hoodlums didn’t follow Sam’s command. That would be too easy.
”Hands over your heads. I will shoot.” Sam added the line about shooting when a few of the many identical men turned to face Sam. ”Last chance. I’m with the NYPD. Hand’s up!.”
The men didn’t care. A few went for Sam the rest moved for Svetlana. Sam silently cursed and gave one last command to stop before he fired.
Nothing. Well, almost nothing. The bullet hit, there was a hole cut in the man’s shirt but he kept walking. He put on a pained expression… and so did his twins. Some weird mutant tomfoolery was at play. More so than just a bunch of duplicates.
Sam knocked a table over in front of himself to buy time while he changed magazines in his pistol. He needed to neutralize the power that was at play. Sam trusted Sveltana could handle herself for a few moments.
There were new runaways hiding at Haven for Sam to use as cover for a meeting with his friendly neighborhood vigilante. This meant that to quietly get information from Svetlana, Sam had to meet her in one of the unwatched corners of New York City.
The arrangement between Sam and Svetlana had proven fruitful. A few arrests had come from it, a few targets for Sam to try the latest iteration of his anti-mutation spell. It was certainly a win for him both personally and professionally.
The need to remain covert led Sam to being less well dressed than normal. Not the worst, but were he to need to stop somewhere after he would loathe being underdressed. However, when needs must he supposed.
That particular night was different than the usual affair. When Sam arrived at the diner, Svetlana was not alone. What’s more, her company looked to be a family of multiple identical brothers. Oh, and they were attacking her.
Sam hurried into the diner, drawing his pistol, and yelled, ”Funs over! On the ground!”
Sam quietly said, ”Ah.” He had gotten the cart before the horse. He nodded and let Svetlana continue.
Svetlana had been a vigilante and at one time an X-man before she found herself in the nice office that the pair of them sat in at Haven. Sam could respect her for doing what she felt was necessary. After all, wasn’t Sam doing the same thing as he worked to perfect a spell to cure mutants.
”I can respect acting in self-defense. Just, maybe be a little more cautious with your extracurriculars. We don’t want some other detective finding out. They might be less… flexible than I am.” Sam, having reached an accord with Svetlana, rose from his chair. ”It has been a something tonight, Svetlana.” Sam walked toward the door and added, ”I imagine we’ll see each other again soon.”
Sam was rather pleased. Svetlana and him were coming to an accord and while he wouldn’t be getting his ideal deal, he was still getting something incredibly useful.
”You would be surprised how few places this city has where you aren’t being observed.” Sam mused. The city was blanketed in security cameras. One Police Plaza could see almost every square inch of street in the city and most commercial interiors had cameras. Hell, many residential spaces were now blanketed by cameras placed by either the building owner or the tenants. ”I know a few unwatched spaces, for any time meeting here won’t suffice.”
”Now that we have an agreement, I have to ask, how did the head of Haven get involved in vigilante justice? It’s not doing any more good than Haven could do but has nearly infinite risk.”
Null held a poker face. Svetlana denying his request was irritating. Sam felt he held the cards and that she was in no place to negotiate… except…
While Haven becoming a much easier place to fish for criminals would help his career, working with a vigilante to flush out criminals without all the red tape could work for his other motives. Mutant criminals he could pursue to test his nullification enchantments.
”That... That is a compelling offer. In fact, that’s a better arrangement.” Sam turned his head and thought about it some more. It held so much potential. He might be able to iterate faster on his designs if it panned out well. ”Yes. I’m interested. In exchange for casting a blind eye to your hypothetical extracurricular activities you help me find those who have buried themselves deep in the underworld.”
”Tell me, how do you see this arrangement working? We maintain an appearance of MRC and Haven cooperation, meeting here, as far as anyone knows we’re fighting over the latest young mutant to seek shelter here from the law or some community policing initiative. All the while we’re discussing less licit activities?” Svetlana could attempt to record any such meetings with it being her place of power, but MAD had worked in the cold war, it could work for Sam. Once they started, they either of them reporting the other allowed the other to bring their whole world down in flames.
Svetlana wanted to know what kind of visit it was. Sam tapped a finger on the desk lightly a few times, his hand bouncing up and down with it. After a moment he tapped one last time and pulled his hand back from the desk and leaned back in his chair.
”I should tell you to cease and desist, that this is a warning… But the police can’t be everywhere at once. Having a little help out there is good for the citizens. Perhaps we can come to an arrangement where you can keep up your extracurricular activity. The question is, what do I get out of not arresting you now or in the future were I to come across you in the act?” Sam threw out a possible option, ”Perhaps an easier route to possible criminals attempting to find safe harbor here?”
Weakening a known safe haven for mutants was very appealing to Sam. He would rather bend it than break it. Institutions could serve a purpose. Criminal mutants thinking Haven was safe but it easily handing mutants over to Sam would be an ideal situation to keep their evil powers off the street.
It was pretty clear Svetlana suspected Sam was up to something that previous night when he had reduced her power. Her having had an experience with magic was now leading her to suspect he had used magic, which he had. Point to Svetlana, though Sam wouldn’t let her know she was now on the scoreboard.
”There are other detectives investigating what happened at the charity auction. Some MRC, some more traditional detectives. I’m a detective for MRC, the M doesn’t stand for magic. A vigilante who claims she has powers gets my attention. When it becomes clear that the vigilante is the head of Haven.” Sam shrugged, ”I have to look into it. And advise against further vigilante action. Excuse me, any further hypothetical vigilante action. Sometimes hypothetical vigilantes can catch good people or law enforcement in their hypothetical crossfire.”
Sam nodded as Svetlana told a hypothetical that was not actually hypothetical. Distinctive aura, stops working right during a fight, no adapted around. Leaving mutation, technology, or magic.
Svetlana was fishing for what had happened that night. Why her power stopped working right. Sam wasn’t about to admit to his magic being the cause.
”All sound likely. Though, as I understand it, sometimes mutations just go on the fritz. Often when they are growing. That is always an option. Besides, I don’t think Penn, Teller, or Copperfield could make a mutation stop and they’re the best magic acts I’ve ever seen.” Sam wasn’t sure how widely knowledge of mystics had spread. It was possible Svetlana had met another. It was easy enough for Sam to pretend he didn’t know of nor believe in magic himself.
Sam raised an eyebrow. He didn’t expect Svetlana to just admit to being a vigilante, but he hadn’t expected her to lean into his description as if he was some flea market psychic.
”And tarot cards on the second Tuesday of next week.” Sam said with a small smile. Svetlana was trying to obfuscate from the thing that surrounds her by targeting his words. Sam would lean into it because why not have a little fun while grilling someone.
Svetlana then decided to discuss the issue in hypotheticals. Which was an improvement.
”I guess it depends.” Sam leaned back and put a finger on his chin. Putting on more of a show of thinking than he actually was. ”There are legal allowances a viginate could operate in. Defense of a third party for example. The few allowances made for a citizen's arrest. So it depends more on the actions of the vigilante in this hypothetical.” Then as an afterthought he added, ”If only the handcuffs were magic. I’ve already had someone melt through a pair.”
Of course Svetlana wouldn’t just admit to her being a vigilante. Sam knew Svetlana was smarter than that but why not start with the easy route? Sam sighed softly.
”Not tonight. On other nights. I recognize that aura you seem to have. I felt it that night in an alley, I felt it when I came to your office before, and I feel it now. It is rather distinctive. ”
Sam leaned forward, ”There can’t be two crime fighting blondes that make people around them feel like they just had coffee in the city.”
Sam nodded, ”Yes, I heard about the ambush at the gallery.” He then waved a hand dismissively, ”Go ahead. I’ll wait.” Sam decided he would wait until she was ready to talk before bringing up exactly what he was talking about.
While Sam waited for Svetlana to change, he checked his email on his phone. The emails never stopped. It was as if there was a mutant conspiracy to flood MRC with near useless emails to bury the important ones.
When Svetlana returned Sam said, ”I was actually more interested in what you get up to camped out on fire escapes… picking fights in alleys. With me as I try to make arrests.”
The idea when speeding in a car is that you may be faster than the officer but you aren’t faster than the radio. It held true for other things. When the call came out about a certain blonde CEO opening a can of whoop-ass, Sam put two and two together and came up with vigilante.
Sam didn’t have any proof. All he had was circumstantial, but his gut told him it was worth a shot. He jumped in his car and drove to Haven. He wanted to make it there before Svetlana could make it back, herself.
A flash of his badge to the front desk and ordered them to not say anything. From there he went to Svetlana’s office and took a seat in her chair. Sam felt almost giddy. It wasn’t often as a detective he got to confront the powerful like that.
A smile crossed Sam’s face when he heard someone at the door. When Svetlana stepped in, Sam stood.
”Good evening.” Sam said, ”Certainly, take your time. Get some coffee… We might be here while.”
Sam moved around the desk to give Svetlana her own chair. The power play of sitting in her chair had been made. Sam took a seat and pulled out a small notebook and a pen. ”Let’s talk about your extracurricular activities. Head of Haven, punching criminals is an odd image.”
”Yes. You and a lawyer.” Sam corrected. It was an inconvenience but at least helped maintain Justice was pursued. Blackstone’s formulation was the bedrock of American criminal justice, providing protections to the accused was beneficial… If annoying.
The second request was one Samdid not like, but it wasn’t worth fighting. He wanted to be able to more easily rattle Max to have him slip and say something he didn’t intend to. Sam kept his professional smile and nodded, ”And y’all speaking with him first is fine. I trust you would cooperate if he confessed and him having a level head going into it should move it along smoother.”
”That said, if we could do this today that would be preferred. Sadly this isn’t the only case on my desk.” Sam said in a relaxed tone. If it wasn’t done that day he would likely come back with a warrant. That said he was willing to wait a reasonable amount of time that day.
Sam put a professional smile on his face and ignored the devil on his shoulder telling him to make a joke. One did not say ‘Maybe later’ in response to ‘fuck me’ on the job. That was how someone got busted back to patrol or outright fired. ”Now you see why I called it a murder. It looks bad. The video is damning but maybe there’s something that wasn’t seen. Something Max knows that could help his case.” Sam doubted it, but leaving Svetlana with an idea of how helping Sam helped Max might make her more agreeable.
Make working with her that day and in future days that much easier.
”Ain’t New York great.” Humans, mutants, adapteds, mystics. New York had it all. One day, through Sam’s efforts, hopefully that list would be one shorter. ”Always something new under its sun.”
Sam took a long sip of his tea before circling back around, ”You’ve seen what I have on Max. You know how damning it looks. Will you help me find justice for Mr. Franklin? All I’m asking for right now is the chance to talk to Max. You can be present if you would like.”
