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 Nov 11, 2013 19:54:37 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden listened politely to his fellow mutant, and dipped his head slightly acknowledgement of what he was saying. " Staying under the radar seems like a helpful trait when you have a visible mutation." In his own life though, being invisible wasn't something he really tried for anymore. Without being able to talk, he often had more trouble being heard. "I guess I didn't make a choice not to be noticed. People don't pay much attention to someone who doesn't talk." He mused.
At the remark about mugging Ryden laughed, the volume loud enough to carry the extra few feet to where the lamp was. A faint snap let him know it had found something to break. "Getting mugged in this city almost sounds like the lesser of evils. With a city of mutants I'm just glad no one has dropped a building on me or something." He shook his head at the idea.
Sylar seemed to appreciate his thoughts about the park though, which was nice. Then he asked about the article and Ryden glanced down at it. "It's a review of Matilda, the musical. I went to see it a few days ago and am finishing up the writing now. Thankfully we weren't on a tight schedule this time so it gave me some leeway..." Talking about schedules with Sylar felt a little odd. He had a feeling Sylar didn't exactly keep a daybook of what he needed to get done.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 11, 2013 18:55:39 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
After his last adventure to the park, Ryden felt he should be somewhat more careful about his time spent outdoors. Running into another mutant wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but it was a reminder to be aware of his surroundings. With a deadline looming though, he decided heading to the outdoors was a needed distraction. His typed pages in hand, as well as his notebook, he moved out the door to find somewhere quiet to work.
The weather had been nice when he arrived at the park bench. It was metal, so that was a risk, but the rock he sat on last time was being overrun by small school children, so he'd take what he could get. About halfway through the first page, however, the weather took a turn...
...and took his writing with it.
Scrambling after the wayward piece of paper, Ryden watched it drift towards a hooded figure. Reflex took over and caution vanished as he yelled out. "Hey! Grab that!" Out went his voice, drifting and catching onto the nearest metal object. There was the distinct sound of something breaking, even as the figures hood was blown back. Ryden did a small double take as he slowed to a stop, paper fluttering at the guys feet.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 10, 2013 19:27:24 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
The patrons in this little shop were terrible at Marco Polo. After two busted tables, no one was brave enough to play. That was boring. He needed something else to entertain him, and snatched someone's laptop that was sitting in the cafes corner. Turning up the volume, he navigated the browser to Viewtube, and started searching for the proper song.
"Let's try some Karaoke! I'll go first!"
It wasn't long before a melody started playing through the speakers, accompanied by the destructive voice.
"I know that your powers of retention, are as wet as a warthog's backside. But thick as you are,pay attention," CRACK!!! "My words are a matter of pride. It's clear from your vacant expressions, the lights are not all on upstairs. But we're talking kings and successions, even you can't be caught unawares"
He sauntered back towards the stand where the silverware was held and pulled out a few hand fulls of mental to accompany his clever song. A few on the patrons started sneaking towards busted windows, and he growled in his dislike of this idea. As he started into the chorus, he threw one of the pieces of metal at the nearest figure, barely within his rang.
"So prepare for a chance of a lifetime," Pieces of metal went flying and figures ducked for cover. Ryden continued singing and moving closer, tossing more metal with each step.
Children's music never looked quite so frightening.
Their only relief was when a particularly loud chorus of "Be prepared!" Busted the laptop's casing, and cut off the music.
"Well, that's unfortunate... does anyone have an ipod?"
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 9, 2013 13:23:34 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
It was going to be a glorious day.
Ryden could feel it as he sauntered down the streets. The instructions in his mind drove him towards a nearby building, a chilling chuckle rolling from his lips. As he walked, the laughter attached to a nearby car window and send splinters across his surface. The silence was over. He felt like he had been holding his breathe for years, suddenly able to scream.
It was going to be a wonderful day.
This morning had been like any other. Pack his bag, go to work, but the monotony was so boring. Every day it was all the same. Work work work work work. No one had any fun, and nothing ever changed. But then, something happened. A change in mood, a change of personality. Annoyance became anger, and anger shifted towards madness. He moved by unseen puppet strings, but his mission was loose enough to allow a little enjoyment. Destroy! That was the word he heard, and the mutant of resonance was more than happy to oblige.
"What a beautiful morning, what a beautiful day. The sound of chaos looming, and coming straight your way...Knock knock!!!"
His final yell at a buildings store front send the metal door exploding inwards, and patrons scrambled for cover. Casually stepping over the wreckage, he grinned at their fear. "Is nobody going to ask 'whose there?'" He frowned, a window busting to his right. He spun in a circle, holding out his arms as his throat tingled with the vibrations of his powers. The headache forming in his mind didn't matter. This was just so much fun. The shattering. The rattling. His voice could command the attention of so many people. Writing never did this. Writing never made him feel so powerful.
"I don't hear any participants, and that is somewhat insulting! Let's try a new one then. Marco!"CRASH!!! The legs gave out on a table. Figures huddled against the wall. In a small corner, someone whispered 'Polo'. Ryden clapped with delight and pranced in a circle.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 4, 2013 21:23:17 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden wasn't sure there was much appealing about branding yourself with a scarlet letter, letter 'Mutant'.... Kinship wasn't worth that. At least, not that he had seen. But the idea was there. He could be mutant enough if he wanted to. Especially once he started talking. Easy to prove, hard to keep secret. For the moment it was probably easier to focus on the later though.
"I was out of town when the riots went down. Was doing an article out of the city, didn't expect to come back and see everything trashed. But I guess it was better not to be involved in it. Someone jumps me and I yell, could break a car door in half..." He remarked with a shrug. "And yeah, I like being in the park. Maybe I don't get much writing done, but not having to worry about what I'll break is nice. Not many other places in this city though that lack glass and metal. You don't realize how much of it is out there until you get stuck with powers like mine." He said, glancing back at the lamp. He should probably pay for that...
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 2, 2013 17:57:53 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden shrugged his shoulders at Sylar's words, and leaned back against the rock. "Honestly, can't say I've found that true, but maybe I'm not mutant enough to really be considered 'kindred'." He wondered what that would be like though. He'd heard of the mutant groups, and seen a few during the riots. But he just never felt 'mutant', not enough to take sides.
He was content. He wouldn't lie about that. His career was fairly stable and he wasn't being hunted like some mutants. Couldn't complain about that. Sylar definitely had that worse. "Guess if being kin means avoiding pitchforks and dodging bullets I can be ok without it though."[/b][/color] And silence. He was pretty doomed to spend time in silence.
"I've read a story a time or two. Maybe not as often considering the other chaos going on in the city. Urban legends don't get as much attention to mutants demolishing things topside." He admitted. He glanced at the kid again. It was a little piece to the puzzle about his life if he was somehow related to the articles. Sewer monster didn't sound like a great job to have.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 2, 2013 10:19:41 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Sylar had a point....People still had a way of bullying and acting out even when mutants were popping up all over the place. You'd think people would be more cautious, something like 'people are more than they appear' would stand out to them. But prejudice and judgmental thoughts didn't vanish just because people started throwing cars.
Sylar compared himself to a wolf, and that was simple enough sounding. Ryden shrugged though. "Wolves don't get bullied. Wolves don't watch people live simple, carefree lives while they fight to survive. Wolves get hunted, but not while they know if they fight back they could win. You have a lot of choices you still make. That's what can set you apart." It was the most he talked in a long time. He was probably talking more than he needed to at this point.
"As for staying hidden, I'm a writer. I write for the newspaper, do freelance projects. Don't need to talk much , and when I have to I've learned how to at least direct what I break, and keep my sentences short. I've broken a few wine glasses, but other than that it's been mostly annoying. Can't make a lot just writing, but it's better than nothing I guess." He glanced around the empty park, which definitely was not the easiest place to write.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Nov 1, 2013 20:07:35 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden managed to hold back his laugh only from practice, but the faint chuckle still slipped from his throat. With nothing around to break though, it wasn't a big problem, but it was probably more polite not to chuckle at Sylar's misfortune. The laugh was more from the irony someone shared an experience. "Who knew school could be so dangerous. One day you're hanging out then the local mutant decides to find their powers... Sometimes I understand why people are skittish about us." It was always hard to admit, but Ryden knew his powers could be dangerous. The wrong word at the wrong time would stop being funny and start being deadly. Now he could chuckle, but one day he might not be. Powers weren't always fun and games.
Ryden shrugged at Sylar's comments. "I think you have at least some level of control, or I would probably be filleted with your deer. Some mutants kill just to kill. I don't feel you're one of them. At least at this point you're not." He shrugged. It was just an observation, he could take it how he wanted to.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 29, 2013 8:36:44 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
A comic shop... It had been a long time since he'd sat and browsed in a comic book store. Last time he tried some guy bumped into him and he apologized, breaking one of the limited edition figurines. He decided to be more careful where he shopped after that. One wrong sound usually didn't cost that much money. "I'd enjoy that." His throat tickled slightly as he paused, and then his slightly embarrassed chuckle at the memory made the busted pen in his bag break once more. "Valuable's make me nervous, not going to lie."Crackkkk.... Pen number two broke. He needed to just bring pieces of metal with him to bust... this could get expensive.
>>"I like to cook."
"One up on me." Ryden smiled slightly. "My cooking is comparative to my art." Busted pen was already busted. "I've never visited."[/b][/color] Curiosity slipped into his voice, but there was hesitation as well. He liked being on his own. A school sounded so...elementary. Had he still been in high school, sure. But now he was an established writer, living on his own, making the most of things. It seemed like an odd place to be ad an adult.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 29, 2013 8:29:58 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden was starting to wish having powers dealing with sound gave him better hearing. The way Sylar snuck up was creepy at best, and he jumped slightly as the voice appeared behind him. "It is very inconvenient. Send a bleacher of my high school peers to the ground when I was in school. Breaking lights is mellow compared to that." He grimaced, but shrugged again. At least on the rock he wasn't breaking things needlessly. Maybe that's what he needed. To find some rock to live on where there was nothing for his voice to break.
He glanced back at the kid, the harsh silhouette of his features obscured, but glints of his scales and tail reflecting back. Ryden got the point. He watched the guy carve up the deer after all. He knew what type of behavior went along with that appearance. 'Fun' wasn't exactly a word to describe that lifestyle. Powerful, maybe. But not fun. "As unappealing as your powers may seem to some, I'd have to say there is probably some blessing in the fact they reside with you verses someone else. I have no idea what someone would do with that type of dicing power if they had a beef with the world..." Ryden mused quietly.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 17:31:03 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Cat, not relevant. Good to know. Ryden considered the question, and how best to work his answer. "Broadway, movies." Pause, pausing was important. "I'm a sucker for comic books." He smiled and motioned towards the notebook. "Not much of an artist myself." The spring from the broken pen gave a light ping from his bag. He wasn't sure how much he could break of that poor pen, but he was certainly testing it at this point.
"What about you?" He didn't know much about Sveta besides the basics about her powers. She seemed more complicated than just a mutant though.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 15:27:40 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden was somewhat glad for the dim lighting. Watching someone butcher an animal wasn't something he found appetizing in the least. He glanced out at the streets, watching the cars go past instead. They were nothing but shadows back here, and he could only imagine the morbid sight this would be otherwise.
"I break things with my voice." A nearby piece of glass gave a firm twitch in emphasis, barely holding it's form this time. He chuckled slightly and it shattered. "Although explode is a close description."Crackkkk. It was going to be a long night it seemed. His headache continued to grow.
Scooting back towards where he had been sitting before, Ryden sank down onto the rock further away from the lamp post. At least here he should be out of range now, and maybe the breaking would subside a bit.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 15:14:25 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden rarely got to discuss his powers with someone, but it was interesting gauging the reactions. As Sveta started talking about the children's book though, Ryden felt his curiosity flicker. "Haven't read it." That sounded rude, but hopefully she knew much more would have broken something. He could already feel his pen tingling in his hand.
"I've been writing more than I read lately."cracckkkkk... Too much. He glanced down at the busted pen and fished around in his bag for a zip-lock baggie to put it in. Plastic pens would probably be cheaper, but he liked at least having some control over what was most likely to break. Pens could be replaced. Benches, pant zippers, computers, those were things you were more careful about.
"Cat?" He tilted his head, uncertain what relevance the cat had to the conversation. Maybe she had a cat. He didn't have any pets, but that was because it was too hard to keep an animal around with things constantly breaking.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 14:15:18 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Russia. Ryden had never visited Russia, although now that she said it he could associate the accent with the country. When she returned the question he smiled, and wrote Ireland on the paper.
Talking was always a risky venture, whether or not someone amplified his powers. But at least when he glanced around the only thing that seemed likely to break would be his pens and possibly the bench. He made sure to maintain focus on his pen just in case.
"Volume, sentence length." His throat tingled, but nothing exploded quite like before. Good sign. "I learn to talk dumb." He smiled slightly and then wagged the notebook. When all else failed, he at least had that.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 13:54:11 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Handshake gone wrong... Ryden was not surprised considering just the small glimpses at her powers he had seen. He wouldn't be surprised if she left a string of chaotic situations behind her. At least he only had his own powers to worry about.
>>"Sometimes it is useful."
He could see that. If she was in a pinch and with the right mutant, it would be useful to be able to give them an upper hand. Not that that would really work with Ryden. His powers didn't necessarily care what they broke. He could direct it a bit but unless he was fighting someone on a bridge of a glass building his voice wasn't going to tilt the cards in his favor easily.
>>"Some tried to steal my blood to make their powers stronger."
Ryden shook his head, scrawling on the paper. That's a little morbid. I generally like my blood staying on the inside. He pushed past the mental images and glanced up to see if the cops were still around. Didn't look like it. He got to finish the ice cream, that was nice.
So where'd you come from? I would try to pinpoint the accent but everyone has one to me. His writing certainly didn't give away his Irish heritage, and he never talked enough for someone to catch the faint traces of it in his speech.
