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 Artair Hawke on Jun 15, 2017 9:08:44 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Shaking his head and trying very hard not to crack any Disney jokes, he couldn't stop one just slipping through. "Not bad Snow, keep it up and you'll be impressing the boss man in no time." Giving him a sidelong glance, an evil grin forming, "Things like that get you noticed. Most of us need the extra chance to turn heads with Devon around."
For a guy that looked like a run way model, he was pretty dense about his effect on people, at least in Artairs experience. Shaking the thoughts away for now, he paid attention to Dereks explanations, it was important to know what the people watching your back could do after all. "I'm not entirely sure, to be honest. I just, fix the image in my head, push some energy into it and I can just, pull it into reality." Shrugging, he'd never really known how to explain that particular bit of his power. "As for what I can make, think of pretty much any medieval weapon and I can make it. Can even do crossbows, but that takes a lot of energy."
"I might not have a massive range, but they are pretty handy. Most people nowadays have no clue how to fight a guy with a longsword or using a shield. Tends to help in fights." Although it'd help more if he didn't feel the need to play nice with it and try to take people down non lethally.
On a whim he asked another question, "Where you from then? Before coming here, of course?"
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 15, 2017 8:13:35 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
This b----- country and it's obsession with b----- guns would be the death of him. Thanks to it, the police her were jumpy little sods, solving all their problems and calls with one thing, their side arms. The entire place was just a massive powder keg just waiting for the right moron crying about his 'god given rights' to set them all crying about their precious guns. He was tempted, just a little, to slam a shield down in front of him and let them just try to break it. Good sense won out though, thankfully.
Sighing and slowly kneeling, put his hands on the back of his head, he fixed the this Archer lass with a stare. It was loaded with a lot, but mostly it was just anger.
"Well? Might as well get your manhandling over with, after all, you treat people so well in your custody don't you." He really needed to learn to shut his mouth sometimes, but this woman's attitude had royal irked him and he'd get every little dig in he could.
"Or you could call in on of those fancy bots ya got, I'm sure it'll not go mental and just randomly attack people this time. You surely wouldn't keep using them if they, whats the terms, glitched out every now and then. After all, it's only a few mutants, nobody who matters," he finished spitefully.
Laying it on a little thick wasn't he? God he really had to wisen up sometimes and it's not like it was particularly this officers faul,t but with the fight getting his blood up and his, other anger issues, his mouth just kept running.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 15, 2017 7:43:22 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
He could understand her being afraid, given everything that'd happened to her. He was never one to have a problem with fear, unlike most people. By this point, it'd become an old friend to him, just another part of his life.
Giving her a grin at the suggestion, "Aye, I can do Karaoke, but fair warning it been a few years since I last sang, in English anyways." Hell, he might not like singing in English, but there was always a time to challenge that little personal fear. It had nothing to do with how curious he was to hear someone who had sang professionally sounded like and if it was Xavia, he could see it being fun.
Standing with her and stretching his aching joints and muscles, "Come on then lass, lets head back. I've a feeling neither of us has got our heads on right for practice now." He knew he didn't at least, there was no way he'd be able to concentrate on his training now and as much fun as it was to have construct after construct explode in his face, he was done. "And I should probably retrieve my things before I head back home. Won't get far without my wallet or keys."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 15, 2017 7:06:30 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Well, when all this was over, and if he ever saw Miss Mellitus again, he owed the lass a drink. It had not looked easy to catch him, if her strained voice was any indication. Artair owed her right now, least he could do was stick around and help.
Nodding at the the officer, he got the picture. This woman was trouble, scary strong actually if she could lift both of them at once and fling them about like rag dolls. Working together was the only way to deal with this. He just hoped he could fake the woman out enough for his emergency partner to bring her down. If only he could get in range, she'd be easy enough to tag with a hit, but without a distraction, that wasn't going to happen. Jenny would just send him flying.
So of course, the distraction came flying into view but his, hands? OK, this cops power was weird, not that he'd argue with he effective it was, the rat man neatly in her custody and Jenny giving them evil looks from across.
Slamming power into a mental construct and pulling it out, he stood with the one he hated making the most. It was just so unwieldy and pointless, making a crossbow stronger than most. His major problem, it could only shoot thirty feet. So yeah, bit useless without real bolts and surprise surprise, that wasn't something a person tended to carry around in the 21st century. Hopefully his acting was up to snuff.
"Well lass, looks like the jigs up. Your wee friends all trussed up and ready for a lovely little cell, wouldn't you prefer to come peacefully." Gesturing with the crossbow he had trained on her, "much less blood that way ey." So, true, his acting wasn't great, but he had one hell of a poker face and it probably looked pretty ruthless from the outside. At least, that's what he was going for. Honestly it might just look angry, it was his default after all. "No funny then and if you even try to lift someone up, just remember this could go through a man in armour and his horse." Mostly.
---
The red haired man had the audacity to threaten her. Her of all people. She might not like the name her rat had convinced her to use, but at least she lived up to it. She was Jenny Greenteeth! A man like him, all superstitious and from whatever backwater spoken the rats tongue should be running screaming after seeing her! His look was very fetching now though. Maybe she could get a new pet, all she had to do was break this on.
Yes, thats what she'd do. Once the girl was dealt with and the rat, disposed of, she'd have her fun. "Oh my dear, this is going to be fun."
---
His dear was angry, oh how fun! Now if only he could get out of these horrible gloves, they could easily deal with the two meddlers and leave all happy and content!
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 15, 2017 5:21:36 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Stomach growling at the thought of food, he was glad this place wasn't too expensive. He tried to keep to a pretty decent budget and this bar helped tons when he was too lazy to cook. Cheap, decent meals were always a god send for a student.
"I'd be lying if I said I'm not, but I come here often enough that getting too friendly with the staff might not be a great idea. I like this bar." He'd learned tat lesson as a teenager, don't mess about with the people who serve you food. "But if you can get her number, colour me impressed. Well, that and you'd have signed yourself up for a night out sometime. A wingman like you would definitely turn heads."
Playing the lovely friend of the hot guy had worked for him more than once, especially when the interested parties came to realise said looker was either already attached to another clubber or not that into it. The accent, that was his killer move. Well, that and being able to drop into Gaelic at will. People loved that.
Laughing lightly, "Oh it was less a bad first day and more the mother of all hangovers. A group of us had celebrated a little to much the night before, I may have doled out the scotch and well, those hangovers are killer." He genuinely didn't know how he'd dragged himself out of bed that morning. "Thankfully she'd set the meeting place in a little cafe that did an amazing full English breakfast and plied me with enough grease to keep me going during our talk."
"I can see why people like her though. She's a nice lass," taking on a more joking, "for an English woman." His own prejudices were getting unraveled pretty quick thanks to a few good people he'd met since he'd gotten here.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 14, 2017 13:14:17 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Artair listened carefully as she talked, keeping his face in what he hoped was a concerned expression, while inwardly his anger burned a little stronger. What kind of monster did things like that, hurt people just because they could? He also didn't miss the implication behind her words. He might be unobservant sometimes, or even downright dense, but he wasn't stupid. "Xavia, I...well I don't really know what to say given the situation. How are you in all of this?"
He was a little of balance about exactly how he should act given that, revelation, so he went for the easiest option. Be himself, act normal. "I'm hardly the model of great dating history lass. Don't think I've had a relationship last longer than four months. But at the end of the day, it's just a date. There no promises there, no commitments. It'd just be us, spending some time together and enjoying ourselves." Yeah the situation might be odd, be it's not like he had time to waste in his life and he did genuinely like the woman. He just wasn't sure in what way right now.
"If I'm being frank and candid, I've not got much time to mess about. I'll be very lucky to reach my fifties, so I can afford to not let things people my age worry about affect me. You're a pretty amazing lass, and I'd genuinely like to go out for a meal or a movie with you." At the end of the day, if the date was bad or awkward, they had an answer.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 14, 2017 5:56:14 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
He'd just been thinking that this might, might have not been a bad encounter with the police. Of course he was wrong. Of course the police in this country took one look at the situation and pulled a bloody gun on him rather than actually deescalate the situation. Christ at least the cops back home tried to find out what was going on, before they started cracking heads.
Crossing his arms slowly, he started straight at the officer. "Are you f------ kidding me? I get attacked, intervening in a mugging I might add, and I get the gun pulled on me." Why the hell were they so pig headed, the moment they got some power. "This eejit," indicating down slightly with his head "and his friend, who's legged it that way," another nod behind him this time, "thought it was a good idea to try it on with some poor sod on his way home. I had an issue with that."
"Ask any of the fine witnesses dotted about. Ask how they filmed the entire thing! Without trying to help." It was always this way. Barring one incident with an officer, every single time they acted like jack booted thugs. Every single time his prejudices against them were proven right.
There were more of them moving in towards him, some of them looking pretty nervous at the very angry man standing infront of them, most of them probably assuming he was armed.
Well, maybe not the lass, she was well trained and if he was guessing right, a higher rank than the rest of them. She had steel in her, which he'd admire, in any other circumstance.
"I'm not moving until you've identified yourself, given your number and name. Until then I have no reason to believe you're you're nothing more than a thug with a gun." Sure, he might not have anything against her personally, but he wasn't happy about the situation and she was the exact example of why he didn't trust the police.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 14, 2017 5:34:34 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
"Feel free to ask, mate. But I'll expect as many answers from you as I give out." While he wasn't one to generally inquire about people, if he was working with them it was always good to know how they ticked. What made them do what they did.
OK, so Artair was pretty aware how freaky it was for some people when he used his power, after all, he could pull flying weapons out of nothingness. But seeing Derek call down birds and start talking to them was, well down right weird. Passing over the location, he was still giving the birds a curious glance. It didn't look like they were effected in any negative way by Derek's ability, they were just, there.
"It should only take us ten minutes to get there, traffic willing. It's the area around one of parks nearby, mostly at the edges. We'll take a wander around the parks perimeter, see if we spot anything dodgy." He was't holding out much hope they'd find anything, but any information they got was useful, especially if it could be collected and passed on to the right people in Haven.
Opening the door and motioning for Derek to enter, he climbed in after and gave the cabbie the go ahead, him having already been told of their destination. "How long will your, influence over the birds last? And how much info can you normally get from them?"
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 14, 2017 4:30:45 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
His eyebrow went up at that. Not sleeping for so long was rough, but surely it wasn't everything? From his own experience it was usually stress that messed with sleep for that long. Well, that or something much worse. If it continued, she'd probably go to Doc anyway, so there was no point pushing the issue.
Artair really needed to get better at controlling his laughter, especially around Xavia. It was just so odd, the way her mind worked, how she thought. "Lass, you didn't need to beat me up to get a date. All you needed to do was ask." God this woman was interesting and weird and fun. Every interaction so far had been enjoyable, if weirdly prone to injury. "I'd love to know where you got the idea I'm not interest though. I feel like I should have been consulted about it."
Did he want to go on a date with her? She was smart and fun and, yes he had noticed, beautiful. Did her having a kid matter? Looking up at her and tilting his head in thought, he couldn't really come up with a reason why he shouldn't at least go on one date with her. "Xavia, I know it might not be what you're expecting, but if you do want to go on a date with me, I'd be more than happy to. After all," he added jokingly, "I still owe you for the burns."
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 13, 2017 12:22:23 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Seriously, why was it always fights? Could he not go more than three days without walking into some wannabe thugs trying to start something. Worse still, why did he constantly feel the need to jump into them and try to stop them when all that usually happened was cuts, bruises for him and some lovely broken bones for the thugs.
At least this time, someone had call the damn police, rather than just standing there, with a gormless look and their phones out, while he struggled to keep the two baseball bat swinging hooligans at bay. If only they’d gone for smaller weapons this would be easier, but with the extra reach they got, Artair had to stick to a defensive fight, keeping a simple shield and mace combo out and make sure they couldn’t circle around him. Getting flanked and smacked about by bats wouldn’t be fun.
Well, at least the sirens were getting closer, his two friends were annoyingly good at keeping him on his toes and off balance. Good thing one of them lost focus, tried to back off from what Artair assumed were the cops who’d only now turned up. Right when his bat dropped just enough, Artair swung a quick hit with the mace, smashing the guys hand and sending his friend running.
Turning to the footsteps approaching from behind, he scattered the weapons. “Took ya sweet b----- time getting here didn’t you?”
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 13, 2017 11:15:44 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
So, not only was Ambrosia kind and musical and all around awesome, she could breath freaking magic coloured fire! How could one person be so cool? There was no way Cait was letting her get hurt by these bullies, even if she had to reveal her power. Thankfully it did scare the group enough that she could slip out of the guys grip and quickly step back, standing just in front of her friend.
If she could only get to her guitar case, she’d be able to open up its false bottom and get the two knives she had stashed there for emergencies. Being armed right now would really help stop any violence before it started. In theory. “See, there’s people already calling the police and shouting about mutants fighting. You can go now and can’t stop you, won’t know who you are or how to tell the authorities about you.” Sometimes Cait did wish she could be more bad-ass, like Combatant or Impact, able to scare people like this into submission.
“Stay behind me when I start moving, try to scare them again if they look like they charge,” she whispered to Ambrosia, “If I can get to my case we should be fine.” She hoped. If they were angry and stupid enough to attack, she was not looking forward to having to fight them. With how out numbered the two of them were, she’d not be able to pull her punches.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 13, 2017 11:12:31 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
She wasn’t about to say no to some free, police style training especially if it would help her brush up her CQC skills. “I’m not one to say no to such a kind offer and any more self defense training is always a good thing. It’d make my mum happy if anything. She always had me learning some stuff growing up, thinking it’d make me safer. You know how mums are.” Although most it of came from Becca, she was basically another mum anyway, so it wasn’t like she was lying.
Snorting a laugh at the name she’d retaliated with, she had to agree, Rianne had won that encounter. Taking a few more sips of her own drink aswell, she could see why being a police officer could be so draining. Cait was only a part time X-man and it could be rough, she couldn’t imagine doing it as a full time job.
“Days off are always needed,” smiling at her she continued, “and the best way to make new friends!” Making friends was the best activity ever after all, no matter what some grumps kept trying to tell her.
“Got to admit, you’re killing that dress Rianne, can’t help but wish I could wear them after seeing someone pull one of so well” Her actual mum would probably love that too, considering all the fights they had growing up about them. Shopping for prom had been….interesting. “Although it is sometimes hard to beat a woman in uniform.”
Daft free was good and if he kept to that idea, chances are he’d do better than Artair had on his first run. “Can’t ask for more than that mate.” Derek was remarkable honest with his facial expression and general body language, it was pretty refreshing to deal with. It did get exhausting trying to figure out when and how people were lying to you.
“That’s a great idea and feel free to do what you think’s needed while we’re out there. We’re not the military and I’m not your boss, just give me a heads up if you’re doing anything big so I can be prepared. I’ll do the same.” Artair wasn’t one for orders and he didn’t want Derek getting the impression he was giving them. The way he saw it, working together and knowing when to action was more important than just following orders. Free thought was always preferable.
They had everything, so they might as well head out now. “We’ll get a cab there, shouldn’t take too long. If you’ve got any questions for the journey feel free to ask, about Haven or even just me if you're curious,” he added with a smile. Experience had taught him people usually wanted to know something when they met a strange Scot in America.
Leading him out and towards the front of the building, the cab he’d order was already waiting. God working with Haven did have it’s benefits sometimes.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 13, 2017 11:07:02 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
Hearing that he went straight into doctor mode. Making sure she was sitting fine, he quickly check her eyes for any signs of a concussion. “Just look right at me, the bet can wait. Don’t worry about that.” Leading her through the checks, and making sure she wasn’t hurt to badly, it didn’t look like she was going to drop any time soon, thankfully. He didn’t want to be responsible for multiple injuries to the woman. That would be...awkward.
“You should be fine, just stay sat down for a bit. Do have a bottle of water anywhere nearby?” Once she was back on her feet, she was going straight to Doc. Head injuries were serious business, getting her checked over by a properly trained doctor was a priority.
“Sorry about the hard hit, didn’t mean to knock you over that hard.” Albeit, most of his training had been against someone taller than him and a good deal heavier. Maybe he should have taken that into account. “While we’re waiting,” he said sitting on the floor opposite her, “What did want when you won?” There was no getting away from the fact she was better at hand to hand and would have beaten him.
Posted by Artair Hawke on Jun 13, 2017 11:04:43 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
Artair=C6DEFF
Bi as they come
468
211
May 27, 2023 12:28:57 GMT -6
Khzar
That was always the question. “Aye, eventually. At least that’s the plan, I’m hoping to become an emergency surgeon.” With everything thing that had happened to him, there wasn’t really any other option. “With my dad being one and my interactions with such doctors,” shrugging, “just kind of made sense to follow suit.”
Time was running forward, quicker than he’d really expected since he’d started talking to Jack but after checking his phone he nearly swore. He was late in dropping of some supplies for a friend, not to mention the date he’d now also be late for.
“Shame to cut this short, but I’ve got some errands to run and a lovely young lady to meet.” Standing and nodding at Jack, “It’s been a pleasure and cheers for the help, I’ll be sure to be in touch.” Who’d have guessed that stopping for a drink would turn out so profitable?