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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Maneuvering through the streets of New York last night had been easy for Miles and his dogs, who took advantage of the shadows and low density population to walk around undisturbed, but it was a totally different experience to do so by day. The streets were packed with commuters and frowned faces, cars and cabs speeding or honking and exchanging insults, smells good and bad were all around him; there were salesmen, doormen, suits and all sorts of people standing around or moving to and fro, with eyes looking at every inch of the street... how was he supposed to do this? How could he possibly expect to go about unnoticed, with two dogs who looked mean enough to eat a xenomorph for breakfast?
He was afraid of calling too much attention to himself. He'd run away from his father and struck out on his own, but by now his old man must have called the cops, probably telling them he was a mutant loose on the city and the dogs weren't friendly. Then, there was the video doing the rounds on the web where he touched a perfectly dead dog and brought it back to... whatever it was he turned the dead into, which meant some people at least might have gotten a good look at his face. Walking about in the open seemed like a terrible idea, but waiting around until dark seemed unbearable. He was hungry to boot, tired from a restless sleep (his first outside a proper bed) and considering petty thievery to feed himself.
He'd given some thought to leaving the dogs behind for a while, fending for himself during the day, then coming back for them at night but he didn't feel comfortable with that idea because he'd be defenseless. What if someone did try something against him? What if someone found the dogs while he was away? What if? What if? What if?
In the end, he decided against it and chose something he knew in his gut was bound to get him in trouble eventually, but still made him feel safest. He would not go out defenseless. Let everyone else feel defenseless instead. He would walk out with both dogs, one on each side, and hope people were smart enough to not get in his way.
He hadn't forgotten why he had made it to New York in the first place. His father had wanted to check him in a hospital or an institution that dealt with his mutation issues, but they had no real clue what they were looking for. They were striking out blind, hoping to fill in the blanks once they had made it here. Miles had already had the time to come up with a bare bones plan of action. He'd find himself a library or a netcafe or someplace with a computer where he could get an idea of where the hell he was, where he could go and if such hospitals or institutions even existed.
Miles plunged into the street as planned and people definitely did not get in his way. Some would stop dead on their tracks and waited for him to pass, others would hide behind whomever was in front of them and then there were those who suddenly remembered they had something to do across the street. He could smell their fear through Tinaker's nose, a scent he wasn't accustomed to and was somewhat displeasing but what he could feel the most were the stares all around him. Both of his dogs were unleashed and Astor's size, all around black skin, muscular build and red, glowing eyes had a way of making people wonder "Is this real?" "What happened to those poor animals?"
He tried to keep a brisk pace, hoping not to cause too much of a conmotion and looking at the signs on both sides of the street. The faster he found what he was looking for, the less attention he'd be calling to himself, but unknown to him, a pair of watchful eyes had already caught sight of him...
The day was new and the weather was warm. Being back home was a good feeling and Syn loved it. She missed her brother, her friends and her city when she had been away. However, all of that was back to her now and she wasn’t letting it go again. Now it was time to get out and see what was new in the city.
Most things had remained the same such as the stores and corporate buildings. Some of the others had changed like the pizza shop where she had met Mettaliar, and helped kidnap him, was now a Chinese restaurant. A smile spread across her ruby lips as she remembered the old days. Yes, it was good to be back.
Taking up a seat on a bench Syn watched the people around her. Most were the typical humans conducting their daily routines, but after several minutes something different caught her emerald eyes. People were moving in a peculiar way just down the street. Whole groups were crossing to the other side of the street where there wasn’t a cross walk. Others seemed to be moving out of the way of something. Then Syn saw the cause of all the commotion.
A young boy with two very abnormal looking dogs at his side were walking through the crowds. It was more like they were cutting a path through the ocean of people. The boy looked somewhat distraught and given the presence of his companions Syn could only assume that either the boy was a mutant or for whatever reason the mutated animals had formed a bond with him. Either way it proved to be of great interest.
Standing up from the bench Syn positioned herself directly in the boy’s path and waited for him to get to her. She stood out, as usual, in her tight red shirt with black skull on the chest with black baggy pants and combat boots. Let's see what we have here she thought.
The woman stood out from the rest of the people on the street not only because of her looks, but because of her attitude. Unlike everyone else who quickly made haste to get out of his way, she seemed to be standing her ground, almost like waiting for him.
She was hot. Not pretty a la Anne Hathaway with an "I'm cute with a heart of gold!" vibe, but hot a la Milla Jovovich in "Resident Evil", ready to kick your ass. Her top left little to the imagination regarding her shape, tight as it was, but her loose pants and boots were probably a crime to beautiful legs everywhere. The black skull, splattered over her chest and her red streaks of hair spoke volumes about what kind of person she was. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if she were into hardcore music or hardcore something else. She did not seem the least bit like people who wanted to blend in but instead, reveled in standing out.
Miles get-up spoke volumes of himself as well. He hadn't changed his faded green t-shirt or blue jeans since yesterday and in fact, he had slept wearing them. His brown hair looked like it was waging war against itself and it had already used nuclear warfare. While he wasn't exactly stinky or overly dirty, a shower and a change of clothes were already due. It was abundantly clear he wasn't from around here, not only because you could tell his backpack was full of clothes but because he had the typical expression of someone who was lost and looking to find his way again.
The teenager reached the young woman and she just waited there. He came to an abrupt stop and his dogs did so as well in synchronized unison but instead of going around her, he opted for a fake warning.
"Careful, lady" he said, putting a hand on each of his dog's backs as if trying to keep them calm. "They may bite."
When the boy and his animal friends stopped in front of Syn she took in a better assessment of the youngster. He definitely looked like he needed to freshen up. Maybe he had run away from his home or wherever he came from. In general he looked rather poorly and a bit pathetic. Some clean clothes, a shower and probably some food would do him wonders.
She noticed the boy looking her over and he seemed to be a little astonished that this dark lady didn’t move away like the poor humans did. Naturally that’s the reaction she was hoping to make and a slight smirk showed briefly. Her expression changed once the boy warned her about his beastly looking dogs. The expression she portrayed now was more of a that wouldn’t be very nice type look. “I see. Do they bite everyone or only those you tell them to?” Pausing for his response she followed up with another question. “Are you lost or are you perhaps seeking something or some place?”
The woman didn't move. In fact, she smirked and asked him a question that practically froze him. How could she know!? How could she possibly...?
Miles took a deep breath as he quickly realized he was overreacting. She couldn't know. She just wanted to know how well trained the dogs were. She was probably the adventurous, daring sort, the kind that showed no fear on the outside but deep down still wanted to make sure the beasts wouldn't do her any harm and why wouldn't she? They were unleashed and even if he had a chain tied to Astor's neck, the big dog could probably fly him like a kite at the slightest sprint.
He didn't like the idea of answering questions to strangers though, specially about the dogs, so he resorted to the very first solution that popped into his head: Blatant lying. Evade, evade, EVADE!
"Neither. Both. Who knows? They're dogs" he answered, hoping the amount of uncertainty would make her reconsider her position. The dogs had never bitten anyone out of anger in their past life or in their new one just yet, though he was absolutely positive that right now they would dance the tango if he so commanded it. Biting someone was just a word away, though it was one he wouldn't give lightly.
She then asked him something that perked up his eyebrows and gave him the lovely opportunity of deviating the conversation away from the dogs. He jumped at the chance, hoping for proper answers.
"As a matter of fact, I am lost" he admitted, patting Astor on his unflinching head, pretending his thrall had some degree of normalcy. "I'm... visiting relatives, but right now I need to get in contact with them. They're expecting me and everything" he lied, just to give the pretense there were people who actually cared for him. "So, you wouldn't know if there's a library or a net cafe nearby? Somewhere I could check a map and maybe find places?" he asked, but as soon as he had, he realized that maybe he could cut down to the chase and get straight to where he wanted.
"I don't want to be lost here for long, you know? I'm told New York is a very odd place with... strange people who can do weird things and maybe... fix them up as well?"
She could see some hesitation in the boy, and for a moment she thought she caught a glimpse of fear. Knowing she hadn’t made any threats to him gave her the notion that perhaps he was hiding something. Something that, maybe, he didn’t want the general public to know. The boy was becoming more and more interesting.
In response to her query regarding the dogs he gave what Syn deemed a typical response from someone who was scared. They always try to generalize their responses in hopes of shielding their fear. Try to give the idea that perhaps they aren’t as helpless as they appear. Given the look of the dogs that could very well be the case. Syn let that response slide with another smile and focused on his other replies.
The boy’s next responses were iffy at best, and the goth princess would call his bluff. Tilting her head just a little to the right she smiled openly. “You don’t have to lie to me. This is a very big city and I highly doubt your relatives would have you come here without a phone number to contact them or an address so you could just grab a cab and ride there.” She was getting the feeling he really was here on his own with no one and no where to go to.
His questions back to her rang out loudly once he mentioned strange people doing odd things and wanting to find a place that could fix them. Straightening her head back upright she spoke calmly. “You’re talking about mutants aren’t you? Strange people doing weird things? Yes, there are mutants here just as there are in any city. But by the looks of things you’re the one doing weird things at the moment.” She let that sit in his mind for a moment. “Why should someone with extraordinary talents want to fix such a thing? That person should be proud of what they can do and not afraid.”
The woman had called on his lie and Miles quickly started patching the holes of his tale in his head. He was about to tell her he'd lost his cellphone and the address was in it and he hadn't called his relatives yet because... gremlins had destroyed all the payphones, when all of a sudden she mentioned the "M" word.
This was too close. He'd been too obvious and she was on to him. Even worse, she was implying HE was doing weird things as if HE was some kind of mutant, so his natural reaction was to, once again, evade and lie through his teeth. It was difficult to look straight at her face and tell her he was completely normal, even if he looked the part, when a dog with eyes and muscles like the terminator was standing next to him and he had even brought a spare.
He had just opened his mouth to reply with some nonsense and denials when she commented on why someone with extraordinary talents would want to have them fixed. She implied that mutations were something to be proud of instead of afraid. His mind couldn't believe what his ears were hearing. This woman had no clue.
He should have just circled around her and moved on. Let her think whatever she wanted, leave her behind and never see her again, but sometimes Miles had a tendency to stand for his opinions and consequences be damned. If there was something he had learnt in the last few days was that mutation was nothing to be proud of.
"You've no idea what you're talking about" he said, almost in disbelief that she actually meant what he had heard. "Extraordinary talents? Picasso had extraordinary talent. Da Vinci or Beethoven or any other genius had extraordinary talent and they used those talents to do great things, but mutations? There's no talent in it. It just... ruins people's lives and makes them miserable. Would you be proud if you had tentacles instead of arms? If you could kill people with a single stare or... bring them back a hollow shadow of what they were with a touch of your hand?"
At that precise moment, deep in the back of his head, he realized he probably had said something he shouldn't have, but he was too riled up to give a damn. He was starting to raise his voice.
"When a mutation can ruin your life or the lives of others you love, how can you not be afraid? How can you not want to get it fixed and get your life back? And even if your mutation was harmless, people will stop seeing you the same way. You're outside of their circle of trust. You're someone else. You're someTHING else. It'll never be the same unless you get rid of it!"
A sudden spark flickered to life in the boy. She knew she had called him out and now he was on the defensive as well as getting a bit upset. All I had to do was ask the right questions and look what happens she thought to herself.
This day was getting better and better, and speaking of the day Syn assessed the area. Most people seemed to be avoiding the pair and giving them a rather wide berth as they tried to continue their daily commutes. That wasn’t so much of a concern to Syn. No, what she was gauging was the air. There was a slight breeze but it wasn’t constant. Instead it waved through more like small waves on the shore of a lake, and it wasn’t always from the same direction. Deciding the wind was a minimal factor Syn began to flood the area with her power. She didn’t care if any humans were affected as her main target was the now agitated boy.
While playing as if she didn’t have an immediate answer to the boy she gave her influence time to saturate the area and begin its affect. Looking right into the boy’s eyes she stated in a firm yet even tone. “Calm yourself and listen to me.” She waited for a moment to see if her influence had taken hold at all before continuing. “Mutations only ruin lives if you let it or if you can’t control it. Those who embrace what they can do don’t live in fear. In fact they feel more empowered and capable than these mundane humans. Those humans who shun you were never truly your friends. You belong with those who understand you and what you’re going through. We can help you learn more about your special talents and grow and do great things.”
The people around them were wise to keep their distance. Some had even stopped walking and stood several feet away from the couple, muttering with each other, while others took a risk and squeezed through the sides of the sidewalk, moving on with their lives. To their eyes, they were simply a young woman and a teenager talking, with a pair of dangerously looking dogs by the boy's side. None of them could see the invisible cloud of chemicals floating out of the woman's body, making it's way to the nostrils of the boy as she said her words to him. Everyone was oblivious to what was going on...
... everyone except the dogs.
To a human, the world is composed mostly of light and color, with sounds and smells all around supporting the influx of information into the brain, but to a dog, the world is made of black and white and it is scents and sounds what really makes the core of their perception. Where a man only saw a woman talking to a boy, to the dogs it was as if the woman's body had just gone up in smoke.
It was a strange scent, neither pleasing nor disturbing to them and it's composition was the right mix of particles designed to trigger specific brain functions on an entirely different species. Not even Miles knew what sort of brain rewiring his thralls had gone through upon rebirth so neither the scent nor her words had any particular meaning or effect on them, but it's appearance had been sudden and unexpected, so the dog's protective instincts kicked in.
Tinaker growled and bared his teeth as soon as the woman was done talking. He kept his head low and stepped forward as the black fur on his back raised. Astor immediately followed suit, pushing himself between the woman and the boy, his head raised high in defiance. His eyes glowed a fierce crimson red, burning deeply into emerald ones as his maw opened and let loose a loud bark. It was deep, guttural and chilling to the bone, the kind one would expect from a far larger beast. His tongue and the inside of his mouth were as black as he was and spittle flew off his snout. He took another step towards the woman as he was about to...
"Calm down."
The teenager's voice was flat and neutral, but it was as if he had flicked the "off" switch on the dog's aggression. Their mouths closed shut, hiding their teeth. They both backtracked their steps to their previous positions by the sides of the young mutant, the red glow on their eyes grew dimmer as they stared straight ahead, no longer giving a care in the world to the scent, the woman or the crowd.
Miles stare was glazed over and distant, even though he was looking straight at her. His initial excitement all but vanished and a much calmer lad stood in his place. He gave no apologies, no excuses or pretenses about his dog's behavior as his mind seemed to be studying her previous words.
Once Syn’s power had begun to cover the area two unexpected events occurred. The first was the dogs’ reaction as they moved into a more aggressive posture and began threatening the female. Her influence paired with her command should’ve subdued the animals, but for some reason it didn’t. Instead the second unexpected event occurred and the boy commanded the beasts to calm down. Very interesting! Deep down Syn was actually grateful that her power worked on the boy and alternately the dogs through the boy’s own command as she wasn’t looking forward to being mauled. It was almost like a pair of puppets having their strings pulled by their puppet master, and yet, the puppet master just had strings attached to him.
“I see the truth in you now. You’re an interesting one to be certain.” Giving an expression that can only be explained as I have you now Syn looked over the boy and his now calm again dogs. “I come from a place where many mutants live and work together. We help one another and learn to grow and control our talents better. It’s a place called Sanctuary and its here in this very city. Everything is provided for you should you need it. Food, clothes, a place to stay and clean up, a place to relax or meet new people who understand how you feel. You would be most welcome there though it would help if I knew your name.”
There was something about this woman Miles simply couldn't place. She was alluring and mystical, her words were so convincing and he didn't know why. Every word she said felt so logical and natural, so much so that nothing felt out of place. Kind of like when you're having a dream and all of a sudden you grow a second head and you don't mind because you think it makes perfect sense.
The teenager was already vulnerable to suggestion even before he had bumped into her. He was hungry, alone and lost in a strange city. Even though he normally had a responsible, tactical thinking head on his shoulders, prone to evading and keeping his personal dilemmas to himself, he was secretely desperate for a helping hand. To have his already fragile state of mind bombarded with pheromones was overkill and it had completely crumbled his defenses. Any feelings of doubt or caution had been completely washed away and he felt an excessive yet undeserving sense of trust on the woman.
She came from a place called 'Sanctuary'. As in 'sanctity'. As in 'saints'. Her description made it sound excatly like the sort of place Miles was looking for and never once did he bother to ask what was the catch. Everything would simply be provided and nothing would be expected of him. He'd have caring friends who helped each other and felt proud of their mutations and their deeds. He had wanted to be a doctor to help people and now in Sanctuary, he'd learn to use the very same mutation he hated for good (if there was any good to be had from ressurrecting people into monsters). All she asked in return was his name.
"I'm Miles" he said, his brain already settled on the sweet nectar of her undetectable scent and glad she was asking him the question. "My family calls me 'Inches' because of my size and my name. It's a pun. You can call me Inches if you want. I'm really, really interested in visiting this 'Sanctuary' you mentioned..."
He couldn't help thinking of her as some kind of BFF, friends 4evah, I-scratch-your-back-and you-scratch-mine sort of person. He could tell her anything and she would never judge him or scold him. Just as her pheromones had destroyed his sense of caution, it had also annihilated his inhibitions, politeness and sense of tact.
"You look hot, by the way" he said, as if he were talking to someone he'd known since forever. "That shirt looks awesome on you, it really makes your figure stand out" he added as he kept looking at her from head to toe. "But not your pants. Your pants look awful."
Syn could see her influence had completely taken hold over the boy. He was, as she commanded, calm and much more relaxed. She didn’t intend on keeping him subdued as she wanted him to open his own eyes to the possibilities that awaited him. The main reason she assaulted him with her will was because his temper was starting to show, and as mentioned before, Syn wasn’t looking forward to being mauled at this point.
“Nice to meet you Miles; my name is Syn and I would be delighted to take you to Sanctuary and show you around. Once there you’ll see you’re not so different. I’m certain you’ll meet someone there who can relate to your situation.” Smiling again at the boy she gestured for him to walk with her towards their destination.
His comments regarding her looks made her smile again and even let out a slight laugh. “You’re very kind Miles. I’m sorry my pants don’t meet with your approval, but they’re comfortable and I like them. You on the other hand could use some freshening up and clean clothes. Then I’m sure the handsome man you are will shine through.”
Miles obeyed, for what else could he do, his friend had requested him to go with her and he would oblige. Her name was Syn. He thought it was either a pseudonym or just plain foreign, mostly because he couldn't picture an american mother knowingly naming her baby daughter "sin". He was about to bluntly point that out when she suddenly complimented him.
He beamed. He blushed. The lady was not only hot, she had a way with words too! She was quite observant as well, since Miles was in desperate need of a close encounter with a bar of soap, clothes and all. He lowered his head and raised his shoulders with an impish smile drawing on his face but said nothing. His thralls were standing still, waiting for their master's next command, ready to follow him anywhere.
And all he did was follow her. Like a good little lapdog.
