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.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 23, 2013 10:03:50 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Whether or not you believe you're a mutant, the world out there is still going to see you the same. You walk the streets, you're one of us. And even if you want to be a Goddess in here, and perhaps you don't want to rob people of their faith, I'm not going to stop you. But don't let yourself get so stuck in this world in here you forget there are very real dangers out there. Even a goddess isn't immune to everything, after all."
Mahadevi was quiet for a while, weighing her options. She could have thrown the girl out, but that would damage the reputation of the sanctuary as a safe haven for... mutants. The Goddess told herself she started the sanctuary and opened her own home and temple because she cared for the struggles of the people gifted by the gods. Then again, some of their abilities rivaled those of the gods.
"You have experienced bad things because you are different." she said finally, looking straight at Evelyn "You have been hurt for being a mutant. You came here for safety, but you are telling me that no one who is gifted is ever safe. So tell me, what hurt you so?..."
The bird-man called Mariusz looked calm and composed, which was a welcome change from the frantic confusion of the people who have previously visited the sanctuary. Mahadevi smiled and poured a glass of wine for herself. Now isn't it just more civilized to discuss the riots of the century over some expensive wine?
>>"The latest attack has sparked riots, of course, it really does make things quite interesting. Even for those not firmly rooted to the ground. There is all manner of flying detritus; cars, buses, even a giraffe liberated from the Central Park Zoo, no doubt."
Mahadevi arched an eyebrow and her lips curled up.
"A giraffe? You don't say." she sat down on her pillows and motioned to him to take a seat as well "So, are you one of the mutants protecting the city?"
She had seen footage of the so-called X-team, in over their collective heads.
"Or are you one of those who are protecting the mutants from the city?..."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 22, 2013 11:09:47 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Not in so many words, no. I am Mariusz Kasparek and I am here to offer my services in protecting the haven you have offered. My own home here in the city has more than adequate protection. As such I offer my services here for the time being, provided they are wanted or needed."
Mahadevi arched an eyebrow as she looked at the man and his weapons. At first glance it all looked almost comical, but she knew better than to judge by a first glance.
"Welcome to the sanctuary, Mariusz" she nodded finally, motioning to him to follow her to the inner sanctum "Your help is appreciated. So far we have not been bothered, but there is about a dozen mutants housed here now, and from what I hear things out there are getting worse. I have security guards outside as you have seen, but they are only human..."
Back in the inner sanctum she poured a glass of wine and handed it to him.
"Since you come well armed, maybe you could tell me some news about what is happening in the city..."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 21, 2013 11:04:37 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"It doesn't matter to me. Not really. But it matters to you, and I think you should address it. I used to deny I was a mutant. My intelligence was easy to just blame on normal human genetics and mutation. But then I got a secondary gift, and that wasn't so easy to deny. Learning to accept what I was has taken time, but then I meet and related to others who were going through things like I was. I mean, I guess being a goddess can be cool and fun, but it would be living in a lie. I couldn't do that."
The Goddess' eyes narrowed and one hand - the hand that had not been there in the dream - clenched into a fist. Now the girl was calling her a liar. That was bordering on blasphemy, and it was on the wrong side of the border.
>>"It's not about the whole concept of other peoples gods, or deny they exist. I don't mind believing in something but I also don't like just sitting and pretending I don't hear what I do. My echoes tell me you're concerned by what you've seen and that you doubt whether you're a goddess. And I feel the need to respond to those echoes."
Well, the echoes were clearly wrong.
"Even if I doubt myself as you say, why would I want to give up being a goddess?" Mahadevi shot back "So I can be a mutant, persecuted on the streets? People believe in me. I owe them to be their goddess. They need me to believe in. Would you rob them of their faith just to make my doubts go away? isn't that selfish?"
Then again, this brave new world everyone talked about often tended to be selfish. Case in point: people ruining their own city for personal vendettas...
Posted by Mahadevi on May 21, 2013 10:59:14 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
132
1
Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
The Goddess was bothered.
She had been, ever since the white haired girl left. Having arguments with someone was all fine and dandy, but then one was left alone with her thoughts and doubts, and that was not fun at all.
She was eternally grateful to the person at the door before they even told her who it was.
The Goddess met the bird-man in the hallway. She was dressed in all her finery. Looking like nothing could phase her was half the victory.
"Welcome to the sanctuary" she said with a graceful smile and extended a hand (one of many) towards the bird-man. "I am Mahadevi, the goddess of this temple. Do you seek shelter from the riots?"
If he was not directly coming from a fight, he definitely looked like he was prepared for one.
The girl was really determined to prove that she was a mutant, not a goddess. Mahadevi knew that she was right, yet Evelyn's insistence was starting to bother her. She made a point about Kali and rebuilding in the future, and the Goddess winced. There was no coming back from that place, not in the future she had seen.
>>"While the dream may not 'prove' you are only a mutant, sometimes eliminating other possibility leaves you with a solitary option. 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth'."
"Why does that matter to you?" Mahadevi asked, one of her many hands fidgeting with her skirt, a very un-graceful thing to do "I realize that you Americans don't believe in other people's gods, but do you also have to deny their very existence? Why are you so intent on proving that I am a mutant?... By its very definition, belief should defy logic. Why is it important to you to prove a difference between gifted and divine?"
>>"A dream may be a dream, but that particular one was different. It wasn't just a dream. It was a possible future. One I heard we've avoided, but was not as far fetched as it seemed."
Mahadevi looked at the girl once again for a long time without speaking. She could not quite place her attitude. She was not being disrespectful, but she was not being friendly either... she was being... logical. Didn't Akshay tell her highly logical people were supposed to wear pointy ears?...
"I still do not see what point you are trying to make. In one possible future, I was Kali, the goddess of destruction. How does that prove that, as you say, I am a mutant?..."
>>"But I'm right, aren't I? Just because I wasn't in the dream doesn't mean I haven't heard of it. And there was obviously something in it that made you question who you are."
The girl did not lie about her gift. Mahadevi did not need divine powers to see that. She shifted uncomfortably on her pillows and set her glass down, folding two of her arms over her chest.
"A dream is a dream. It was not real. It was an illusion full of temptation and falsehood to confuse people, and it succeeded. That does not prove anything."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 18, 2013 21:27:19 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
132
1
Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Doesn't seem like much to be a goddess if you're still effected by dreams...I don't even dream, so if that bothers you, being a mutant must be more beneficial."
The conversation took such a logical turn that the goddess did not even notice it at first. It took her a few seconds to rewind the point the girl had just made... and the hand that was holding the glass started to shake ever so slightly.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 18, 2013 16:42:19 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
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1
Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"While I'm sure you believe good and well you are a goddess, there is something else my ability lets me do. I'm not just 'intelligent'. I'm also perceptive. The slight crinkle of your brow, the curl of your mouth, the tilt of your head: I read those. And your expression tells me that you have a level of doubt about your status; something made you feel a bit too mortal, perhaps?"
Mahadevi's eyes grew darker under the heavy eyeliner, and she pressed her lips together. The girl was not only ungrateful for the blessing of being in the presence of a goddess, she was also impertinent.
"No god or goddess is exempt from the rules of the universe." she said finally, sipping from her drink "I do not claim to be all-knowing and all-present like the god most people here believe in. I embody the essence of the Shakti, the Goddess, and it manifests through me as it sees fit. In times of peace I am Sarasvati and Parvati, and in times of... war..."
Or in a post-apocalyptic New York fitted with an arena of life and death
>>"You do realize you're a mutant too, don't you? Not a goddess... Your uh, extra arms, as culturally relevant as they may seem, are just genetic."
Mahadevi looked at the girl quietly for a very long time.
On the one hand, she knew for a fact that she was a goddess. Born, raised, worshipped. There was absolutely no question about it. Even suggesting anything less was insolence resulting from ignorance. And she thought this girl was intelligent.
On the other hand... there was the dream. The dream that was definitely not real. The dream in which she was the goddess of the arena, Kali incarnate... yet she could not stop the world from falling apart. Divinity should be able to do that.
On the other hand (the Goddess had a lot of hands)... she did not like that tone of voice.
"It is understandable that you are confused" she said finally with a gracious smile she usually reserved for foreign diplomats "This land does not exactly abound in gods. It is not your fault that you cannot see the line between divine and merely superhuman. My... gifts must look very similar to those of the mutants, in your eyes."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 17, 2013 16:16:51 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
132
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Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"I have a gift, but frankly I don't think it's lack of visibility has put me in a rough spot with the humans and the mutants... I am... Intelligent. Which is hard to demonstrate on cue, so running is typically more advisable."
Mahadevi tilted her head slightly as she listened. The girl was off balance somehow, probably still shaken from being chased, but she held herself with dignity, and her answer proved her claim: she seemed intelligent. Another great gift of the gods, and another person persecuted for it.
>>"What is your opinion on mutants?"
The goddess smiled.
"They are people with great gifts, blessed by the gods. But I notice that many people in this country don't appreciate them for what they are. Being chosen by the divine should be celebrated, not frowned upon."
She sipped from her own drink, contemplating.
"Your intelligence, for example. As the embodiment of Sarasvatí, Goddess of Knowledge, I see it as a special gift. But many people have never been taught by divinities like me to see it like that. They lake the respect, and the devotion."
Posted by Mahadevi on May 17, 2013 15:53:26 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
132
1
Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Mostly running... Bumped into a few people who didn't seem to have my best interest in mind. I heard you were offering a form of sanctuary here and I figured I'd take my chances over the alternative... My name is Evelyn."
She looked exhausted and confused. Poor girl. Mahadevi motioned with one of her free hands for her to come closer, and offered a cushion one step below hers to sit on.
"Welcome to the temple, Evelyn" she said, handing her the glass of water "I am happy you made your way here. it is no place out there for many, especially young women. What I have seen so far is... barbaric."
Most of this country was, but she had never expected such outright violence, not in one of the world's most cosmopolitan cities.
Posted by Mahadevi on May 17, 2013 15:25:30 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
132
1
Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
>>"Do you have a kitchen? Water? I..."
"Bring her to me" Mahadevi ordered from the door of the inner sanctum, then, not even waiting to see if they followed her orders (they always did) she turned and walked back to her pillows.
The inner sanctum was just what it sounded like: a place of worship with paintings on the walls, and elevated place for the Goddess herself, and the heavy scent of incense hanging in the air. Mahadevi gracefully sat down on the pillows and two of her arms extended to fill a glass with water from the bedside (throneside?) table.
"Come closer, child" she said in the smooth voice of divinity "You are safe here. What brought you to my temple?"
Posted by Mahadevi on May 17, 2013 14:20:34 GMT -6
Delta Mutant
132
1
Feb 26, 2015 17:11:45 GMT -6
Running a sanctuary for persecuted mutants - as the Americans tended to call those blessed by the gods with special gifts (Mahadevi hated the sound of the word) - proved to be increasingly boring.
The Goddess sat back on her pillows. There were refugees in the building, but they mostly kept to the rooms reserved for them. None of them were really devoted, and only a precious few ventured to visit Mahadevi in the inner sanctum to personally thank her for her help. One could say they were ungrateful. But the Mother of All does not do charity for grateful words.
Also, the Mother of All was bored.
One of her many hands lifted a glass to her red lips, and she sipped some of her cocktail. She was aware that the city outside the temple walls was in turmoil. She had a tv. But it felt unreal and far away, and she still could not quite wrap her head around why or how it started.
Finally she stood with a sigh and stepped down from her pillows with grace. Walking towards the temple's main entrance she heard the murmur of the city outside. As she got closer she also heard voices, and then one of the security guards came hurrying in.
"There is a young lady outside, Mahadevi" he reported "She appears to be pursued."
"Did she ask for sanctuary?"
"She did not say much, your grace."
"Bring her in."
The guard returned to the gates and waved to Evelyn to come in, while the others were busy staring down the pursuers. Mahadevi wondered for a moment how long poses of threat would hold up the peace in her temple.
Then again, who in their right mind would attack a goddess?...
