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 Dec 27, 2013 22:09:39 GMT -6
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The Mansion was actually pretty impressive for being a school for mutant kids. To be honest, Ryden wasn't sure how the thing was still standing. How could you keep a dinning room stocked with kids with super human metabolisms, and wooden railings seemed like a bad idea if you ever came across a fire mutant. Then again, he broke metal. A log cabin would be amazing if he could afford it. A log cabin would look silly in New York though...
As they moved, Cole kept moving faster and faster. Ryden wasn't bothered by the rush though. He was used to people shooing him from place to place. Reporters had to have tough skin. He just nodded as Cole concluded the tour. "You don't have to bother." He remarked. A nearby mirror rattled in it's frame. "I'll just leave an e-mail address or something to get in contact with someone, if that's ok..." He barely cut himself off in time. The bending effect of the glass was both frightening and intriguing at the same time.
"Maybe someone will be in the greeter's office." He mused aloud. A bit too loud. The nail holding up a picture frame next to Cole snapped and it hit the ground with a thud.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 23, 2013 21:26:51 GMT -6
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Cole's warning caught Ryden a little by surprise, but he nodded his head and forced himself not to talk. Sometimes he got a little reckless when he was inside, but the mansion itself was no place to risk breaking something. A sprinkler could be repaired, but shatter a mirror or accidentally break metal, and kids here could get hurt. He was lucky when his powers manifested. The bleachers caving in had almost been comical rather than frightening. But looking back, he knew just how bad it could have been. Metal could shoot fragments when it shattered, leave splinters that tore skin. Those were realities he could never forget, because the moment he did, the moment he could harm someone forever.
Inside, his eyes wandered, taking in the sights. Long hallways stretched to all sides, branching in all directions. It was hard to think a bunch of mutant kids lived here. Ryden could never handle it. He was nervous enough in his apartment, but if someone tried talking to him here, it would take a lot of control not to respond. And as soon as he did...
He poked his head curiously into a few of the side rooms while Cole looked for a 'tour guide'. There was plenty to see at least, even if he couldn't ask many questions.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 22, 2013 21:40:37 GMT -6
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Ryden laughed at Sveta's sarcasm, a trashcan that happened to be close enough buzzing slightly in protest. Returning his focus to the already busted pen he shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "I'm a journalist. I've been called a lot of things. Mutant is not the worst." He smirked. Pen snapped again, smaller pieces, and then the trashcan buzzed. he was pushing it tonight, but it was hard to stop his sentences sometimes when the conversation was nice.
Keeping one eye on the road, he fished for his notebook and a spare pen and held it out. He nodded in agreement as she suggested splitting up. As disappointing is that was at this point in the conversation, he really didn't want to get them into trouble. Well, more trouble then they were in. Images of the destruction he accidentally caused came back to mind. "Who knows, maybe we'll run into each other again sometime. In a less...destructive manner." He flashed a rueful smile.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 22, 2013 14:38:07 GMT -6
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As the cloud of soot appeared Ryden sneezed slightly, trying not to make a face as some of the cloud got in his nose and mouth. He wasn't sure exactly what Cole's powers were, but if he had a guess, he'd have to say it had something to do with all the soot that hung around him. Ryden guessed it would feel like living in a fireplace. At least he had an option of just not talking if he didn't want things to break.
While Ryden disliked his power, the idea of a drug did seem a little overboard, and risky. He shrugged slightly. "Police have collars to suppress powers. Figure a drug might not be far behind..." Especially with adapteds around... that was sort of the unspoken theory in his mind. So long as they wouldn't take powers away from those who enjoyed them, having some way to suppress unwanted abilities didn't seem so aweful. Someone should just get to inventing that already.
Then Cole made a joke and Ryden snorted a laugh, a nearby sprinkler giving a rattle of protest. "Fair point." Ryden agreed.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 22, 2013 12:09:19 GMT -6
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Ryden was surprised Cole had never heard of an adapted, especially considering there was one here in the building. Then again, they were pretty rare, so unless he walked through the field he wouldn't have noticed. "Adapteds cancel mutant powers. They have a field, step in, no powers." Ryden explained. He could feel his voice drift along, catching a sprinkler, a few seconds later catching the door handle up ahead.
The next question almost made Ryden laugh, but considering that was such a dangerous experience, he forced just a smile to appear. "Whispering helps." He admitted with a shrug, putting his hands in his pockets. "Try whispering to a girl in a bar though. Looks creepy." Ryden shrugged in defeat. It wasn't like he expected to ever find a girl at this point in his life.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 20, 2013 22:23:35 GMT -6
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
This kid was clearly one of the more outspoken sorts, but Ryden didn't mind. As a reporter, he had a thick skin and learned long ago not to get offended by what people did. He chuckled, and as they walked they were far enough away his voice didn't catch the metal bars. A pen in his pocket buzzed slightly instead. "It resonates." He explained, uncertain if his companion would know what exactly that meant. It was a school though, so maybe they studied it in science. Hard to tell with the schooling system these days. "Metal, glass. Resonance gives things a certain..." Forced pause. Last thing he wanted was something exploding in his pocket.
"Elasticity." He nodded his head towards the building and gave a shrug. "Heard there was an adapted here." He glanced back at the gate and sighed. "Figured might be time to... get a better grip on this." New York was a city of metal and glass. He couldn't spend his whole life walking on eggshells. Or maybe he had to... but he wanted to at least see if there were better options.
He glanced around the grounds. If nothing else, there was a decent amount of greenery around here. It wouldn't be a bad place to spend some time if he needed to stretch his voice without shattering things. That was why he was here though: options. He needed to see what there was.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 20, 2013 19:08:24 GMT -6
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Shaking hands through the busted hole in the fence had the same sensation to Ryden that talking over the dead dear had when he was with Sylar. Something about this odd situations made his brain hurt a little if he thought too much about them, so it was better to just got with the flow. "Nice to meet you..." He said with a slight smile. His eyes followed the soot again, and his curiousity lingered.
The suggestion to come inside was a welcomed one, and Ryden answered by wiggling through the gate. He laughed, and the metal buzzed behind him, and he glanced nervously back at the control box. "I can pay for that..." He murmured, hoping he wouldn't get thrown back out the front door as soon as the owners realized what he did.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 19, 2013 12:43:23 GMT -6
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Ryden was still grumbling at the fence, the vibration of his voice in the metal sending tingles through his hand as the quiet sound threatened to cause more damage. He couldn't even visit the school without breaking something, and was ready to leave when a voice addressed him. He looked up and spotted the younger kid and gave a somewhat rueful smile.
"Just a technical difficulty." He answered, a bar on the gate giving a visible wobble, nearly joining it's broken companion until he cut the sentence off. No need to damage more. He looked at the soot covered kid, and glanced at the broken call box. He wondered if he'd have to pay for that too.
"Not new, just visiting." Pause....pauuuussseeee. The vibrations vanished and he continued. "Or, trying to..." He looked at the broken box, then the gate. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "I'm Ryden, I live in the city." CRACK! Well, at this rate he was just going to end up breaking into the place.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 17, 2013 21:44:35 GMT -6
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Ryden had heard about the Mansion on and off for a few years, but he never took the time to visit the estate. As an adult, he thought it was silly to go to a 'school', but with recent events, he was more inclined to at least investigate the place. He thought he had a handle on his powers, but then things happened and he had to question it again. Light posts breaking, guns exploding... Cell phones busting... It was harder and harder to pay for the things he destroyed, and he wondered if it was careless to avoid looking for other options.
So, here he was, outside the metal gates, the Taxi-cab already pulling away. He would have called ahead, but cell phones and he didn't exactly get along. So now he was standing facing his old nemesis.
Metal.
He just couldn't get a break, could he?
Pushing the button, he waited for the buzzer to ping someone on the other side. "Yes?" A voice answered, and Ryden took a deep breath, trying to space out his words.
"Hi, my name is Ryden, I was hoping--"
CRACK!
The speaker gave a audible crack, and Ryden's hand hit his face in frustration. Of course the intercom had metal inside it. He let his head hit the gate as he groaned. "Just going to be one of those days..." He muttered. One of the bars snapped in response.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 16, 2013 19:12:46 GMT -6
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The questions lingered in the back of Ryden's mind, sparked by the conversation with the sewer mutant. While their conversation was drawing to a close, he doubted the conversation itself would die away so fast. He was pretty human for a mutant, but he wasn't sure he was quite mutant enough to surrender his human habits. He thought money was silly, but still desired it. He thought hiding was silly, but he still hated being considered a freak. There were creature comforts ever mutant had to consider when choosing what steps to take in life, and he was still clinging to some of his. He wanted to write, and he wanted to visit stores, enjoy the freedoms he had. But were they really freedoms?
He could feel the weight of silence on him, feel the pressure on his shoulders. I hope you never have to know what the other side is like... The younger mutant said. Ryden felt himself wishing the same with one half of his mind, but another half found himself wishing the other. Was there a relief in that release? Was there an escape in just embracing that power? There was a lure in the thought of showing people just how strong he could be, see what he could do. He let the thoughts pass away though, pushing aside that temptation.
Enjoy the normal days..."I will do my best. Yet I always feel like normal is just one slip away from being out of my grasp." He gave a slight smile to whisk away the darkness that brewed in their conversation, and tipped his head at the dark mutant. "This chat has been a rare pleasure." He said, then quietly moved into the darkness. He didn't need to say anything to know that next time the two crossed paths, fate could deal very different cards.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 15, 2013 11:19:18 GMT -6
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Ryden momentarily wondered about these other 'friends' Sylar mentioned. What sorts of companions would the sewer monster keep? He didn't seem particularly evil, but appearances could be very deceiving. Although in this case, he wondered if appearances were really showing what lurked beneath the surface. Was Sylar really a monster, and just behaving now because he'd had a meal? It was a question lurking in the sound mutants mind as he shrugged to the monster. "To each their own. I've seen far too many lives ruined over money, I hope I never let it sway me so much it takes over my life like that. It's funny, in a way. Money really has no value other than what value people agree it has. It represents so called 'gold' the country has stored away, but people hold onto the actual bills like they're made of gold. And why is gold so valuable really? It's just a rock... Money has always been just a little bit silly to me that way."
A person passed distantly, closer to the road, oblivious to the two mutants talking in the dark. Ryden didn't have Sylar's enhanced senses to guide him, but he could still notice things other people missed. He had good eyesight for a human, good hearing. And when you were quiet, people rarely gave you another look allowing you to watch much easier. "You assume that, but you'd be surprised what sorts of physical mutants still maintain daily lives around here. Sure, you get problems sometimes, but it all depends on your attitude. One of the people running for mayor not too long ago was part bird. There are well known mutants in other political positions as well, I think part of it is deciding for yourself what you want to be. Regardless, maybe you could listen from one of the maintenance areas or something...As for books, there are always books on tape..." He cut himself short, realizing he was probably being far too philosophical right now. Maybe he was just hoping for the hope that things would be better in the end. Sylar looked monsterous, but every mutant had the chance to be monsterous.
You seem awfully normal for a mutie Ryden. The creature said. Ryden shrugged, and leaned back on his hands. "Maybe. But put me in the right spot, I could look awful monstrous as well. We live in a city built on glass and metal. Bridges, skyscrapers, door locks... If I got tired of silence, what sorts of damage could I cause? Bust an axle on a moving vehicle, could cause a car wreck. Bust the right supports on a building... send it crashing into the ocean. New York isn't held together by much. Subway systems, planes, bank volts... held together by metal. Sometimes I don't think it's how someone looks, but what they do that creates the monsters in this world." Ryden stood and brushed off his jeans, collecting his notebook and glancing at the sky. It was too dark to pinpoint the time, but it was late, and probably about time he headed in for the night.
"Apologies for talking your ear off. Admittedly, I don't get many chances to voice what I'm thinking. I probably took advantage of your patience more than I should have." He flashed a slight smile, then shifted a few feed closer towards the road.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 14, 2013 18:59:27 GMT -6
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The dog toy made no move to retaliate when the fork went her way, and Ryden found himself loosing interest in her. Rolling his eyes, he moved towards the cash register on the other end of the store, humming as he went.
"Any dolt with half a brain, can see that humankind has gone insane..." The register snapped in half, the drawer exposed in the twisted metal. Fishing out a few bills, he looked at them with boredom, glancing back around the room. Most of the humans had escaped now. He might have to find someone else to sing to.. Stuffing the bills in his pocket, he moved in the direction of the door, ignoring the rubber shifter once more.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 10, 2013 15:03:21 GMT -6
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Ryden chuckled slightly, the pen in the bag moving almost like it laughed as well. "Don't worry, I understand." He remarked. He glanced back at the store and shook his head once more. "I would be lying if I said that wasn't the first time my powers got me into trouble...It won't be the last either." He frowned slightly at the thought. With a voice that destroyed things, he knew the choice was either stay silence or cause destruction. Staying silent wasn't as easy as it seemed though.
As he watched, the cops from the store had started to drift outside, and concern flickered across his face as they started scanning the area. Sometimes, being a mutant brought ethical choices up he never expected to face in the past. When he broke things as a kid, he was always told to owe up to it. But he didn't want to get arrested over some silly broken windows. They hadn't spotted the two mutants yet, but his mind was driving an itch in him to get out of there before they could properly identify him.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 10, 2013 14:55:12 GMT -6
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Ryden stayed calm, but inwardly he was worried. He wasn't a fighter, and while he didn't want to concern his fellow mutant, they were in a sticky situation. Irritating humans, especially after the riots, was a dangerous adventure. Ryden kept his head down most of the time, but he was learning sometimes that just wasn't enough.
He should have kept his mouth shut.... literally. Now he just had to hold his ground and hoped it ended well.
When they reached the sidewalk, part of the crowd had dissipated, but the two men who initially confronted them were speaking with two more thugs. Just what they needed... As the figures approached, Ryden stepped forward, trying to think of something to say. Words were ammo... at least in his world. "Hey, you two think you can just cause trouble in the city because you're mutants do you?" Ryden saw the flash of metal as the man reached back for his gun. He did the first thing he could think of.
He started singing. Loudly. "We're going down, down In an earlier round...And sugar, we're going down swinging."
BOOM!!!
Ok, so maybe it wasn't the best song for the occasion, but belted out it had the desired effect as the chamber of the gun snapped, the bullet went off and there was more yelling in fear, anger, and pain. Ryden waved Masque to keep walking down the sidewalk and hurried after him, tucking the hood of his jacket up over his head. He pointed across the street at a nearby shop they could duck into, and carefully weaved through traffic to get away from the chaos.
