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 Ryden Delany on Jul 19, 2014 16:31:10 GMT -6
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Ryden considered running for a few seconds before the air chilled and he thought better of it. As much as he hated being interrogated by some stranger, he really didn't want to get frostbite by being dumb. Grumbling, he looked the ice mutant back in the eyes and said "No." The broken light pole quivered, and one of the paramedics paused just long enough to give it a cautious glance. Ryden tried to figure out how to explain himself without making the situation worse. It felt like they were already beyond that though.
"Not all metal explodes like that." As if to verify, a smaller shard of metal snapped in two, a clean break with no flying debris. "While I wasn't opposed to injuring him..." He forced himself to pause as the windows of the ambulance rattled. "I'm not cruel." Yet. This dumb guy was pushing it though.
As the siren's approached, Ryden considered lying about his name if nothing else. The last thing he wanted was this all to float back to the paper and get him in trouble. He had a job, if nothing else, and he didn't want to loose that. "Ryden." He finally said. There was no use starting lies now, not if he wanted this guy to believe him.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Jul 19, 2014 15:40:21 GMT -6
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As Maya introduced herself and spoke her power, Ryden's surprise drifted towards curiosity. He wasn't upset with the silence, but he was, if nothing else, intrigued. In his world, sound was becoming somewhat of a nuisance. Anyone who could control it deserved praise in his book.
"Controlling air... sounds more useful than my power," Ryden remarked. He kept his voice down, and made sure to space his words carefully, and the vibrations shifted from the spoon to the metal napkin holder in the center of the table. It at least had the weight to prevent it from bouncing quite as forcefully, but the metal did seem to sway slightly in an unnatural manner.
"I'm Ryden. Resonance." He shrugged, his expression somewhere between exhausted and bored. He was tired of fighting his powers, and the drain it was causing made even his interest in the other woman's power's lapse for a moment. The conversation made him nervous though. The last thing he wanted was to make anything shatter at their table. Metal had a way of causing injuries when it broke.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Jul 19, 2014 15:17:20 GMT -6
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Ryden felt guilty for not talking. He considered at least saying hi or something polite to his new table mate, but reminded himself that would invite conversation. Conversations were trouble, and he couldn't afford more trouble. He flipped open his notebook, and didn't pay attention as someone asked for a napkin. However, he couldn't quite ignore the sudden silence.
This time, he looked up in surprise. "Did you do that?" He remarked. His voice caused a spoon on the table to give a sudden rattle, but something felt odd about it. When he spoke, he could usually feel objects his voice wanted to attach to, but those objects felt strangely minimal right now.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Jul 19, 2014 12:48:58 GMT -6
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Ryden was considering whether his coffee was cool enough to drink when a voice shattered his concentration. Looking up, he glanced at the woman, then shrugged lightly and motioned to the seat. Maybe it would have been more polite to invite her to sit verbally, but he was fairly certain an exploding coffee cup would counteract that thoughtfulness.
Taking a sip, he tried not to flinch. Apparently, the answer to the coffee question was no.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Jul 18, 2014 23:33:06 GMT -6
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Ryden thought he had the whole being a mutant thing figured out. Or at least, he thought he comfortable with it. But as time wore on, he felt himself resenting his powers, and the problems they created. After being controlled by some super mutants, and then getting caught in the middle of a robbery, combined with his usual property damage, his bank account was suffering, and frankly, his emotions were as well. It didn't matter what he said, it always ended the same. Kaboom, pop, crackle, snap. And grumpy people.
Even his boss was starting to question him at this point. It was hard to explain some of the accidents he was causing, and frankly, he wasn't sure how long he could keep up appearances. His mutation wasn't getting better, and unless he found an adapted assistant or something, he might have to kiss his writing career goodbye.
Sulking, he drifted into a coffee shop and fiddled with his notebook. Some days, it wasn't even worth trying to talk. He wrote out his order and held it up to the barista, paid, then found the last open seat to sit, wondering if he should care so much. Other mutants did what they wanted. They caused damage, had fun with it, and it didn't seem as stressful. Maybe being the good guy wasn't the best thing. He picked up a paper and tried to tune out the other patrons as the coffee shop grew more crowded.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Jun 27, 2014 17:41:50 GMT -6
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Ryden considered the ice mutants question, and glanced at the man who was now passed out from blood loss. Rubbing the back of his head. he tried to figure out how to answer as truthfully as possible with as few words as he possibly could. "Sort of." He finally remarked. "Not that exact result, no." He added. He wasn't sure if the man would get his point or not. He had hoped something would happen to the buy, but the amount of bleeding and damage was really out of his control.
The longer Ryden stood there the more he felt like he was under interrogation now. He wasn't a criminal. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. In some ways, he felt irritated by this mans behavior. What did it matter if he injured the guy or not? He was part of the robbery, wasn't her? Isn't it a good thing Ryden did something? This was why Ryden never bothered getting involved in things like this... somehow he always seemed to be the bad guy.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Jun 15, 2014 21:04:01 GMT -6
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Ryden was not the most heroic individual. Sure, he stepped in from time to time if he could help, but he wasn't really the sort of person to stick his neck out for strangers. He also wasn't the sort of person to get involved in conflict like this. He was sort of an accidental hero, it seemed. If he could be considered a hero at all. The man trying to keep control of the situation seemed to doubt it.
As the ice mutant confronted him, Ryden considered the options. Run was high on the list, but the cold brushing past him deterred him some. Frost bite was not something he wanted to experience right now. Reluctantly, he stepped forward, warily glancing at the men who had attempted the robbery. For now they seemed subdoed, but he wasn't above screaming like a pansy if he needed to to get away. At least there was more metal the nearer he got to the ice mutant. He just didn't want to get caught in the crossfire...,
"Yes?" He said quietly. His voice buzzed through the armored van.
Posted by Ryden Delany on May 16, 2014 21:22:45 GMT -6
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Ryden couldn't help the glare that crossed his face as the ice mutant yelled at him. He opened his mouth to argue then shut it again, realizing how pointless and unhelpful it would be at this stage of time.
Call the police.... right... like that would happen.
"Phones." SNAP CRACKLE. "Don't like me." He yelled back. A piece of the armored car vibrated than exploded next to the robber, who backpedaled away in surprise. Then he was encased in ice and that seemed to be the end of it. That was, until the ice started to break.
Muttering to himself, he let his voice sense a different piece of metal inside the ice cocoon. Powers or not, the man still carried some metal weapon on his person. With a few muttered curses, Ryden stepped forward and hollered. "Knock it off!" in an uncreative manner that made his inner novelist cringe. But the cry of surprise was enough to reassure him his voice had done something, and the man buckled slightly in pain.
Posted by Ryden Delany on May 13, 2014 7:13:48 GMT -6
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Ryden didn't usually involve himself in armed robberies, but every once and awhile, you just appeared at the wrong place at the wrong time. With a check to cash after a long week of work, he took a turn towards his bank only to find himself suddenly standing in front of a bank robbery. While he wasn't exactly the heroic type, he wasn't quite chicken enough to just turn and walk the other way. How often did he get to be the hero anyway? Then again, anything he tried to do would probably result in more property damage than he was trying to prevent.
Choices.
Over the yelling and the chaos, some ice mutant appeared and saved him a few choices. Yet Ryden was still standing in the sidewalk, watching the chaos while the other pedestrians ran the other way. Maybe it was time to start running...
Suddenly the light mutant turned his eyes towards Ryden and the sound mutant scrambled out of the way as a stray shot went towards him. He wasn't sure how powerful the blasts would be, but he wasn't ready to test it out. A second blast clipped his shoulder as he moved, and Ryden yet out a yelp of surprise at the stinging sensation. The yelp carried to the light pole he passed under, and there was a snap and a dramatic creaking as it started to fall towards the van.
Posted by Ryden Delany on May 12, 2014 16:57:28 GMT -6
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In New York, a city that was always on the move, it was easy to loose track of time. Ryden found it was moving more quickly than normal lately, and only recently was there a comfortable lull he could relax in. Busy with work, writing, and the general chaos of living in a mutant hub, Ryden found little time to just be by himself. With powers like his, it was even more challenging to get to a quiet place to think, without having to worry about someone walking up to him.
It was even more difficult when all the good hiding places were taken.
As Ryden walked towards a more secluded area, he slowed slightly and blinked as a voice carried to where he was standing. The words themselves were what caught his attention and made him pause and watch the person who was reciting. Had he been a more vocal person, he would have perhaps offered a scrap of paper or something else more polite. As it was, he probably just looked odd just standing and listening, debating whether to keep walking.
Posted by Ryden Delany on May 6, 2014 12:56:52 GMT -6
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So, I am finally getting free from the craziness of school, and I am looking for some new threads with Ryden. Ryden doesn't talk much, when he does, things break. I had a few threads but they sort of died so I would really like to get some new ones so he can stay active.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Feb 1, 2014 22:29:17 GMT -6
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Ryden shook Masque's hand, then held up a finger for a second, reaching for his wallet. Pulling out a business card, he held it out to the other mutant, and gave a quick smile. I hope we meet again. He scrawled sloppily on his notebook, then nodded towards the door. He didn't want to push things and endanger them both, but it did feel odd having such a quick but eventful meeting. Could he consider this stranger a friend? An acquaintance? A kindred spirit? Whatever they were, he did hope there would be a chance to meet again.
Stepping out onto the sidewalk, he plotted a course for home. With any luck, there wouldn't be any further excitement today.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Jan 9, 2014 11:46:15 GMT -6
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Ryden was subconsciously having some of the same thoughts his companion was. Sign language would be quicker than writing everything out, and the more people he met that didn't talk, the more useful it felt. He always avoided learning because to him it felt like a waste of time, at least at first. He thought he could eventually control his mutation so it didn't spark up everytime he talked. Then he thought he could just space his words right and control himself so things didn't break. But day by day, his powers just got stronger, and he was learning to be more careful with his voice. He wasn't mute, but that might have been a better blessing. He was destructive and selfish with his voice.
Glancing at the words Masque wrote, Ryden nodded and put his hands in his pockets, glancing out the door as well. then he wrote on his own paper. You should send some stuff to me sometime at the paper. We have an art section and we appreciate helping freelance artists. Might be less hastel than the store? Ryden suggested. He glanced outside at the last note and nodded.
Seems like it could be safe...We really should learn sign language... He added as an after thought, thinking out loud.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 29, 2013 13:55:45 GMT -6
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Ryden nodded in agreement with Masque's suggestion, and he glanced out the door for a second before looking around the shop some more. There were plenty of trinkets to browse through, although most of them had some cheesy 'I heart New York' logo on them or a picture of the city's skyline. Not that Ryden didn't like New York, but the things he loved about it weren't necessarily the things that drew tourists here. Sometimes, it was just the smaller things. A coffee shop, a bakery, an Irish Pub. The cultures in the city and how they mingled attracted him here. That wasn't visible in this shop.
Your artwork was quite good, by the way. I didn't get much time to tell you before... His writing trailed off in his notebook. He couldn't draw to save his life, but he could still appreciate good work. Have you tried selling any work in a shop or something? Sometimes you can get better prices that way... Galleries are sort of snobbish but a lot of the coffee shops are pretty cool about letting people sell their stuff. He added in the line below it.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 29, 2013 13:10:47 GMT -6
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Somewhere in the chaos, Ryden and Masque managed to get away. Across the street, into one of the crowded tourist trap shops, and the noise from outside faded. Ryden breathed a slight sigh of relief and dropped the hood of his jacket, fishing for his notebook. Thankfully he had kept a hold of that even in the chaos.
Well, that was more excitement then I ever want to have again in one day. He wrote in the corner of the paper. The shop owner lounged on his chair, snoozing casually while they 'browsed'. Ryden scanned the room, looking for a back door just in case they'd need one. He wasn't the criminal sort, but he did a few stories on crimes before, and he at least knew how criminals thought. The ones who didn't get caught thought ahead. He should have taken more notes. If he was cursed to destroy things with his voice, at least he needed to know how to get away when it happened.
