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 Oct 22, 2013 13:31:18 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden considered the question for a moment, and flipped to a page in the book. He wasn't sure when exactly her powers would wear off, but still better safe than sorry right now. He pulled out one of the many pens in his bag, and jotted down in clean and quick writing.
9 years ago. High school, football game. Made us a lovely little bleacher sinkhole. He handed it back to her and gave a sheepish grin. It was something he could laugh about now. At least no one was hurt, the incident was just somewhat embarrassing for him. Once she'd read, he took it back and scrawled again. I could have gone longer without knowing, personally. At least I wanted to be a writer not a singer, right? Jokes didn't always go well on paper.
Amplifying other powers seems like a blessing and a curse. He added, handing it back to her. Seems like there would be mixed reactions. Some people would enjoy the high and want to stick around for the mutation 'buzz'. Others would be scared off by the frightening prospects of what they could do around her.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 12:36:46 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden paused as she asked for the notebook, and glanced down at it. It always felt odd giving someone the small object, although it happened from time to time especially when someone caught him writing. While he was usually quiet and reserved because the problems his voice gave, his notebook was more reflective of who he could have been before his mutation took over.
The first few pages had recent articles, carefully written reports from movies or restaurants. The next few pages had the basics about him scrawled: name, mutation, writer for the paper. The last few pages had notes to himself in a sloppier script. Limits he'd noticed with his powers, thinks he broke on accident, to-dos he should get done. There wasn't anything too personal, it wasn't like a diary, but watching someone read your work was always a nerve testing experience.
He handed it over with a shrug anyway. At this point, she seemed like she was fine hanging out, and he had an ice cream to finish.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 11:57:40 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
As the woman spoke, a lot was explained. Having his powers boosted was definitely not something he was exactly excited over. He knew some people might actually enjoy it, suddenly being stronger or faster or whatever. But suddenly being able to break stuff even more? He wasn't a naturally destructive person. He could have been the stereotypical upper-class writer, living in his bachelor pad with leather furniture and a fish tank. But no, he spoke and the world shattered. There was a joke in there he didn't want to mess with.
He ate more of the ice cream, and flipped to the next page in the notebook, glad he thought to write most of this out for such an occasion as this. Well, he actually was more concerned it'd be the cops interrogating him one day for busting the wrong thing... Blond haired power booster worked though.
Ryden The paper said. Sirens wailed in the distance, a cop car rolling past. Ryden hoped it wouldn't head towards the fast food joint. He really wasn't serious about using the notebook on cops....
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 11:29:10 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Park, ice cream, pretty woman. Still not a good night. Something was clearly wrong with this equation. Oh yeah, the whole talking and breaking shit problem. That seemed to still be there. Nodding and holding the ice cream with one hand, Ryden reached into his bag and dragged out his notebook. It took a little skill to flip through the pages one handed, but past the writing and articles, he found one page with a carefully written word on it.
Resonance.
He held out, wondering if she'd know what it meant. Her thick accent and mention of being a foreigner made that a little questionable. He paused, then flipped to the next page. There was a less than impressive doodle of an opera singer stick figure singing to a wine glass.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 11:01:02 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Getting dragged out of a building by a pretty woman could have been a good thing, or a bad thing. Ryden was pretty sure this time it was the later. Whatever just happened, she knew it was his fault, but she seemed more irritated with the actual eating establishment. And she had his food. The ice cream wobbled unhappily on the tray as they walked. At least he wasn't blowing up dairy now.
There was nothing manly about getting dragged, especially when you were still somewhat frazzled by your recent episode of mutant destruction. Keep your mouth shut... Yeaaaaah like he wasn't aware he should do that at this point. Next time he talked what was going to break. The whole building?!
He snatched the ice cream cone when they reached the sidewalk outside, and tried not to wiggle his hand in the woman's grip. It was only slightly uncomfortable being yanked by your wrist. Almost like getting pulled around by your ear... Once they reached the sidewalk, he gave the woman a 'so what now?' look. His brain buzzed with recent activity, and trying to get a grip on what was going on.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 22, 2013 10:43:42 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden never had someone try to defend him from his own powers before. That was a first. And the blond haired woman was not really someone he would have normally minded being grabbed by. But the suddenness of the action took him off guard, as did the soda starting to stream on the floor.
"What are you--"
Shatter!
On the other end of the restaurant, a pane of glass came downward in a rain of glitter light. People scurried out of the way, some staring at the soda machine, other's staring at the busted pane. Ryden, however, quickly put a hand over his mouth, the normal tingling in the back of his throat turning into the rapid pulse of his own heart beat. There was no reason the window should have broken. It was out of his range.
"Hey! You there! You doin' this?" One of the employees jabbed a finger at the woman behind him. Ryden started to open his mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 21, 2013 20:39:47 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Restaurant reviews were one of the easiest tasks for Ryden to accomplish when equipped with the right supplies. A bag full of pens, note-book, wallet in hand and task in mind, it didn't take much to get to the eatery and carefully make his order. With timing and planning, he could usually manage to get through the speaking with only mild resonance of the pens in his bag. Occasionally, one busted, but that's why he always brought extras, and zip-lockbaggies kept the ink from spilling into everything else.
Restaurant reviews worked much better than eating out with actual companions. Orders could be short, to the point, and a typical thank you wasn't going to break his fork. Alone, you could be quite and still polite, and no one seemed to mind. But some days, things didn't quite go as planned.
It started with an order of spaghetti. When trying to order, Ryden's quite voice didn't quite seem to work with his waiter's sensitive hearing. After the third request to 'speak up', Ryden finally obliged, and shattered the waiters belt buckle in the process. Most people could forgive their pen busting, or a broken glass. Few people wanted to have someone around when their pants started exploding. So politely, Ryden was directed out of the restaurant, his one protest only succeeding in breaking the door handle on the way out.
The night continued with a fast food joint. Embarrassed, annoyed and hungry, the sound mutant finally made his way across the street to the local golden arches. Some nights, you just needed something greasy and easy to order. At the podium, Ryden carefully ordered a chicken sandwich, some fries, and an ice cream. Easy enough to start with, but the night seemed doomed to continue downhill. When he went to retrieve his food, he found someone else going for the same order. It was speak up, or loose his dinner.
He probably should have just taken the later.
"Excuse me, I think you have the wrong order."
Craaaaack.....
He tried not to turn around. He was pretty certain soda machines weren't supposed to make noises like that.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 19, 2013 18:42:49 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Sorry... The statement sounded particularly odd from someone who had been snarling and trying to intimidate him moments before. But that wasn't completely unusual between mutants. It wasn't always rare for mentalities to change as soon as people realized they were from the same....species? Team? Whatever they were. The teens words though showed a lot of bitterness about his predicament. Ryden could only partially relate. He still looked mostly human, and as long as he didn't talk, he could usually maintain that illusion. Sylar really got no chance to be human. Although he could talk. That seemed like an advantage to the sound-mutant.
"Most my life is frustrating." Ryden shrugged. "I expect you know what that's like." He tried to be polite while Sylar ate. He respected the need for food, even if it happened to be raw meet. People at venison. This was just slightly on the rare side.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 19, 2013 17:12:18 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden glanced around, the dark light certainly much more complete with the lamp busted. He shrugged slightly and nudged the lamppost in front of him. "Wasn't so dark when it started."CRACK. His powers seemed to be making unnecessary emphasis today. He jabbed a finger over his shoulder where he had been sitting on a rock. From there the lamp light had been reflective enough to work in, and he had started earlier in the evening. He wasn't sure that would be clear though to Sylar. Trying to explain it might be difficult though without getting a killer headache.
"Light was enough before it busted." He shrugged. That was about all he could say without writing it down. And he was getting more certain by watching Sylar's reactions that reading might be out of the question.
>>"Does everything just crack and break around you?"
"Mostly. Metal and glass." He shrugged again, folding his notebook and tucking it into his jacket. "Some of us get tails."And some of us get resonance. He couldn't see the creatures face as he shifted to eat the deer. At least if he ate the animal he wouldn't be eager to get a human. Right?
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 19, 2013 12:10:00 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Sylar was a normal enough sounding name, and Ryden felt himself relax slightly. He watched the bladed tail out of the corner of his eye though, and forced himself not to drop his guard at all. "I'm Ryden." The words ran along the length of the lamp post, and Ryden tried to focus back on the broken pieces of glass. Perhaps it was a bad thing having a conversation this close to the metal. But his range would likely still catch something if he wasn't careful.
"I was writing." Pause. He held up the notepaper, giving it a shake so the pages rustled. The glass on the ground made it's own movement until the vibrations settled and he continued. "Too noisy at home. Less....risky, here." The glass cracked on emphasis. Even chopped to a fragment, the comment was a bit too long. Risky seemed to be a misconception now though. Maybe he wouldn't break anything speaking in a public place, but he seemed to find something dangerous anyway.
He couldn't see much with the light gone, his companion more of a silhouette in front of him. He had a feeling the dark wasn't bothering his companion though. He seemed more than skilled enough to continue hunting in the night time.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 18, 2013 10:58:48 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
The predator mutant landed in front of Ryden without much warning he was going to do it. As he stood, something about him acted more...human? There was certainly a change in demeanor, and other than the predatory aspects, something almost seemed young about this guy. The request for trying not to scare each other was a double edged sword.
Sylar could control what he was doing. Ryden on the other hand was mostly breaking things on accident.
"I'll do what I can."[/b][/color] He spoke much more quietly, letting his voice attach to a smaller piece of glass. It vibrated, but he paused before it could shatter. A few breathes and it was still, then he spoke again. "You have a name?" The writer in him cringed a little at his fragmented speech, but it was better than ticking off his companion and getting a tail to the chest. The nearby deer was evidence enough of that.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 16, 2013 16:19:56 GMT -6
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
The monster was unshaken by Ryden's actions. If anything, there seemed to be a bit of curiousity in his action.s He stayed back as the lamppost fell, but somehow Ryden felt he didn't really understand what happened. Maybe he couldn't see the lamppost. He had mentioned sound. That would mean Ryden was giving himself a headache over nothing. He frowned slightly at the creature's assessment of him. He didn't want to admit he was afraid. But standing unarmed with a creature that could kill you in an instant? That seemed like a good reason for it.
"I've seen a lot of people do a lot of things. Predicting someone's actions can be dangerous."
SHATTER!
The lightbulb on the lamppost busted in a verbal exclamation point. The words tingled in the back of his throat.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 14, 2013 14:41:01 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
The hesitation of the monster was enough of a sign of intelligence to keep Ryden talking. It felt relieving, speaking. At least if he died, he could die talking. That seemed like an odd thing to be pleased about. "Looks can be deceiving." The streetlamp was shuddering in protest, and Ryden's head was beginning to pound.
The streetlamp was one of the tallest objects his voice had attached to. It was a short, decorative thing, split into two pieces by a joint of metal. Ryden's voice was resonating with the lower half, the supporting piecing making the whole thing shudder. It moved in an unnatural way, but the creature only commented on the sound. He forced himself to keep talking, waiting for the final crack. "I'm a mutant. And I'm doing more than making noise."
Crack!
A mighty snap brought the lamp toppling over, landing with a thump between the two mutants. Ryden tried not to jump as it narrowly missed his feet. A quick skim of the metal and glass gave him a few options on what he could use next. Light bulb would be dramatic, metal would look more powerful... He watched the creature, deciding to wait until it came closer. It was times like these where he wished he could just control metal. Throwing a streetlamp looked a lot more impressive than just making it fall over.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 12, 2013 15:53:10 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden grew up in the city, and even during the riots he had never seen anything quite as animal as the creature in front of him. The blood had an unreal glint to it in the darkness, and Ryden felt like it was a horror movie gone wrong. Creatures didn't attack things like this in the real world. Things like this didn't happen. But the voice sounded too real as he continue trying to make sense of the situation.
"I'm not a human, so if you know what's good for you you'll stay back!" Ryden remarked, trying to stay calm. His voice made contact with a nearby street lamp, and it let out a groan as the vibrations started to bend it. The noise reverberated in his head, making it difficult to concentrate, but he felt at least the action might intimidate the monster away.
"I was writing. I don't know what you're doing here." The lamp groaned again and started to buckle. He paused, letting his mind and the mental recover. Snapping it in half wouldn't do much as far as defense. But making it bend could at least continue to create a distraction.
Posted by Ryden Delany on Oct 8, 2013 18:01:57 GMT -6
Epsilon Mutant
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Jun 9, 2015 20:42:37 GMT -6
Ryden had seen a number of things in Central Park. He watched fights between street performers, he saw run away dogs, he saw squirrels attached models and he saw car crashes causes by drunk cab drivers. He had not, however, ever seen a deer wander through the city like this. The poor creature looked lost, confused, and grateful to find the rare piece of greenery. Quietly, the man sat and watched the dainty animal munch some grass, taking notes of it as he did.
Then some godaweful creature leapt out of the bushes and attacked it like some twisted Discover channel documentary.
"Holycrap!" The words flew from his mouth before he had a chance to stop them, his mind buzzing as his powers attached to a piece of metal nearby. In all his wisdom, he had managed to bring a metal pen with him. It split in half in his hand, dropping to the ground as he stumbled backwards. "I, you...." The pen split once more, and he tried to stop his heart from racing.
The thing growled at him....
This would have been a good time to be armed, or at least have a can of pepper spray.
