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 10, 2013 13:03:34 GMT -6
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Masque's skin could apparently play it's own tricks. It may not do much physically, but at least it was intimidating enough. The crowd, however, that was gathering seemed none too impressed by the actions. Ryden nodded slowly, catching the words on the skin.
"Yeah, I think now would be a time to bow out before it gets worse..." He whispered. His voice vibrated the trashcan ever so slightly as he shifted towards the edge of the crowd. A few people seemed intent on blocking his path. "We can make this easy..." Someone's necklace gave a warning vibration. The figure quickly side stepped and Ryden took the opportunity to start for the road. Going towards more metal could be bad, but in this situation, he'd rather at least have more amunition.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Dec 3, 2013 14:48:32 GMT -6
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The yelling was somewhat unnecessary, at least from Ryden's point of view. It was a trashcan. It wasn't something that couldn't be replaced with just a little effort. His brow furrowed though, and he glared at the figures, tucking the sketchbook against his side where it was safe. The last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to it or Masque in this confrontation.
"Your behavior is what is a disgrace." A forced pause before the loudly shaking trashcan broke again. "I intend to take care of it. However, if you insist on making an issue...I'll be forced to act." He said coldly. The figures laughed, crossing their arms and staring at him with amusement.
"Yeah, what're you two gonna do?" They challenged.
"Well, they say actions speak louder than words..." He let his voice hone in on the metal phone in one of the speakers pants. "However, I find words work just fine." CRACK!!!! The exploding phone was followed by a very pained scream from the man who was carrying it, as shards of metal dug into his leg. The two figures scrambled backwards, a few more pedestrians suspiciously glancing over, but now keeping their distance. Only then did he risk handing the notebook back to Masque.
"I apologize. Your artwork is quite good." He remarked, and a small crack appeared on the already busted trashcan.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 30, 2013 1:57:26 GMT -6
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden waited politely while Masque collected his art samples, then carefully took the sketchbook given to him. While he couldn't draw, Ryden had an appreciation for artwork. There was something personal to it, like writing, and he wondered if showing someone your sketchbook had the same revealing sensation. Writing was personal, like giving a little piece of yourself to someone else. As sentimental as that sounded, he could only imagine what it was like with a picture.
Accepting the book he flipped through it, and paused to glance at the words on Masque's arms. He smiled back, and started to answer when he noted the young meant taking assessment of the trashcan. He watched them a bit more closely why shifting the sketchbook and his own notebook in his hands. Hands suddenly full, he had no way of communicating in silence.
"Hey! Did one of you do this?" The men asked, facing Ryden and Masque. Ryden quietly held up a hand and gave an apologetic expression. "Apologies." He remarked, and the trashcan vibrated. Their brows furrowed and Ryden hoped they'd just let it go and move away. He felt even more nervous while still holding Masque's sketchbook.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 19, 2013 18:27:30 GMT -6
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden shook his head slightly at Sylar's remark. Not needing money seemed like it would make life a lot easier. Sure, there were trade offs, but working all the time got demanding. Money was one of the staples of daily life. Not needing it, heck, not even really knowing what it looked like sounded nice to him. "You're probably better off. Money's created more problems for me than anything else. It's sort of the bane of existence. Although if you don't really have use of money I suppose stealing would make sense though. Not much in the world you can get without it." He considered.
The conversation itself was almost a little silly. Casually talking about stealing and the concepts probably wasn't the most socially acceptable thing to do. But Ryden had come to accept that was part of being a writer. You talked about things others wouldn't, and you considered ideas regardless of the morals involved. Being a writer, at least in the journalistic sense, often came from asking tough questions. Ryden probably could have been a better reporter if he could actually vocalize all those questions.
As Sylar started talking about music, Ryden gave a somewhat rueful smile. While he still had his sight, he also understood the values of sound. "When you have a mutation like mine you start having an appreciation for things like singing and music. While my hearing is definitely not up to your level, I still feel I've got a certain ear for things. I spend most of my time just listening to conversations I can't safely participate in." He remarked with a shrug.
"Sometimes the newspaper gets one of the box seats at the theater. If I ever get the chance sit in one I'd let you know. No one would bug you up there. Although the idea of you breaking in is amusing." He was not stealthy enough to try something like that. But he still had a small sense of adventure and could live vicariously through others. Not that Sylar probably considered such a venture being exciting...
"Writing... I do enjoy it, I guess. I don't like having to do the restaurant reviews, because it's hard to order food without breaking a glass or a fork, and that's a bit hard to explain. But the musicals and movies are fun, and I like getting to work at my own pace. It pays, that's also nice. All things considered things could be worse. I'd probably just enjoy writing novels more though." He admitted thoughtfully.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 14, 2013 23:50:35 GMT -6
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The remark about dropping a building on himself caused a rather rueful chuckle from Ryden, and his expression melted into a small grimace. "I've already fallen through bleachers, so dropping a building on myself would be the next step up... I am always nervous my pants will break or something if I get the wrong pair..." He added. Metal exploding in your crotch would really put a damper on your evening.
Then the comment on mugging came so easily for Sylar. Ryden just shrugged. He wasn't judging at this point. "I'm not going to lie, there are times crime has an appeal... I've been broke enough..." That was strange to say, but when your voice could break metal, things like locked doors didn't look so intimidating.
"The musical was nice. And even if you can't watch the danging I think the sound alone is great. I've seen the Lion King a number of times, and the music is always great." Ryden said, not sure if he was making things better or worse. It was hard to tell with Sylar.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 14, 2013 18:53:24 GMT -6
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The purple tone remained in Masque's arm, and Ryden was wondering if that was a small bit of apprehension. He could understand that. He was a little cautious about the idea himself. But he could still see the appreciation in Masque's expression. Maybe he needed the optimistic prospect more than he could weigh in the doubts.
'I hope it is a decent place.' He added somewhat quietly. Then he glanced around, uncertain of what to say. The trashcan was somewhat forgotten finally as he wrote next.
'You said you do art. Do you have anything I could see?' He asked suddenly. Sure, they were still strangers, but it wasn't often Ryden met another mutant that shared his lack of words. Or different use of words....whatever you'd consider it. He felt like there was a connection regardless of how little they knew of each other.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 13, 2013 22:11:24 GMT -6
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It was fairly evident Masque had never heard of the mansion. Not that that was so much of a surprise, Ryden was still fairly unfamiliar with it himself. He read the words come back, a different shade of color which seemed to signal some emotional change in his companion. He wasn't sure what but he knew something had changed a little.
'I think you just go and ask about staying there. My friend didn't mention any type of application process or anything, but she said was fairly certain they wouldn't have a problem with someone being around who broke things with their voice. They must be somewhat lenient if they could handle that sort of damage.' He responded. It took a bit longer to write out the answer this time. He caught the last doubtful statement and nodded thoughtfully.
'It could be worth checking out though. I still need to visit sometime, just to get a better idea of what the place is like.' He added. The paper he was writing on was getting fairly full, and he would need to turn the page soon. Conversations seemed much longer when you had to correspond via text.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 13, 2013 15:17:46 GMT -6
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Masque's body language changed at the question, and Ryden felt bad for asking it. But it gave him an idea at least, and considered it as he read the replies. He scrawled on the paper as the thought took hold.
'Have you considered going to the mansion? There is a place just outside the city that is sort of a haven for mutants. I've had friends who have gone there from time to time, and I've heard good things about it. I prefer living on my own, but if something ever happened with my job, that's the place I'd go to first.' He finished, holding it out. He tried to word it carefully. Last thing he wanted to do was insult Masque with the offer, but something pushed him to take the risk anyway.
A few strangers glanced at the trashcan again. Maybe one day he'd learn to put things back together after he broke them....
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 13, 2013 13:56:40 GMT -6
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Art was not an uncommon practice in New York, but Ryden had been here long enough to know that there was a challenge surviving off it. It certainly wasn't easy making a living off writing, but at least he was doing ok. It was hard to tell whether or not his fellow mutant had the same luck though. Something was telling him the answer leaned closer to 'no'.
He scrawled on the paper and held it back up. 'Hopefully you're having decent luck with that. Writing has done ok for me, although it'd probably do better if I weren't constantly replacing things I break.' He glance sideways at the trashcan, which still awkwardly slumped on it's side. If he were a less honest person he would probably just run whenever something busted, but the guilt always caused him to owe up to the mistakes.
He dipped his head in greeting as they exchanged names. 'Nice to meet you. I'm not keeping you from anything, am I?' He jotted down. It was times like these he wondered if learning sign language would benefit at all. Without a translator it seemed silly because so few people learned to speak sign language. Maybe some day he's make enough to afford one.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 13, 2013 10:38:06 GMT -6
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The next question took some writing to answer it. He scrawled it out on the paper quickly before holding it back so the stranger could read. It felt odd, almost like holding up a diary to be examined. Then again, his writing had always felt that way.
'Grew up in Ireland until I was 11, been here since then though. I write for the newspaper, so maybe that just forces me to interact a little.' HE shrugged in emphasis once he felt the stranger had read it, then flipped a few pages and held the book back out.
'My name is Ryden'. He added. It seemed like a good addition to the conversation.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 12, 2013 0:50:01 GMT -6
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden considered her suggestion, and shrugged his shoulders slightly. It probably couldn't hurt to visit the place, but doubted he'd have any long term interest in it. Living alone had it's appeals. "Not sure I do well in groups." He chuckled, pausing partway through the sentence to avoid further damage.
"Cancel's powers...Has an appeal though." He added. He'd couldn't imagine sitting and talking without busting everything around him. That was a rare experience here in the city and he always felt like he was sitting in a mine field. He didn't know if anyone could really help him control his powers at this point. The only way of regulating them seemed to be in just being careful how and where he talked.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 12, 2013 0:44:41 GMT -6
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Explaining himself seemed to be a smart risk, as Masque pulled off a glove and pulled back his sleeve. The skin was clearly pale white, although Ryden couldn't readily identify what coated it. The lettering was a unique trick though. Ryden was almost a bit envious.
He flipped to another piece of paper and scrawled on it. If he didn't have to talk, he much preferred writing to avoid the headache. 'I've met a few. The city is full of us so you might have without even knowing it. Are you new here?' His handwriting was clean for a guy, but being legible was somewhat necessary with his power.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 11, 2013 20:50:03 GMT -6
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden was admittedly surprised when the stranger started pulling out cue cards. While he'd had plenty of conversations in writing, it was usually himself who was the scribe and the other individual the reader. Glancing at the trashcan he nodded his head and flipped through a few pages in his notebook. Turning it towards the man there was a poor sketch of an opera singer and a wine glass, and clear writing.
'My voice breaks things.' It summarized. It was a lot safer than trying to explain everything to the stranger. Besides, after the glance he got at the figure he was fairly certain he had crossed paths with another mutant. Usually, conversations were fairly safe to engage in he found.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 11, 2013 20:26:53 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
The paper stopped, caught by the other mutant, but not without the unfortunate destruction of a nearby trashcan. Opps. Well, it wasn't like he didn't already owe money to the park, he's just have to tack that onto his bill. If things kept up he was going to be a starving writer. Maybe he just needed to learn to sneak away from destruction. If no one knew, they couldn't bill him...
The stranger...didn't say anything, oddly, which was something Ryden was particularly observant of. People who didn't talk were rare, especially when object broke around them. With a soft "Thank you" That vibrated the broken metal he took his paper, and glanced at the mans gloved hands and shadowed face.
"Wind came out of nowhere..." He remarked, and flinched as the trashcan cracked. Yeah, like he could have a casual conversation anywhere...
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 11, 2013 20:05:58 GMT -6
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Ryden was not exactly the most battle ready minion. Sure, he could easily destroy things and cause chaos with just a few well placed words. But once things got physical, he lost some of his leverage. That was why the wayward shifter was such an unfortunate thing to encounter...
Even if she decided to attack him as a giant rubber hot dog.
"I asked for an ipod, not a dog accessory!" Ryden remarked after picking himself off the ground and dusting off his clothes. Taking the distraction, several of the patrons bolted for the door even as a nearby window finished breaking. A few of them sported injuries from the flying metal, but all things considered they were mostly emotionally rattled. Ryden threw a fork at the shifter.
"Think fast." He said in a bored voice as the metal exploded.
