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.
Walking back to Sanctuary didn’t take very long as they were only a few blocks from the magnificent structure. By the time they had reached the great golden doors Syn’s influence was wearing off. She tried to make sure he would be under his own thought power once they had reached their destination. Now it was time to let the boy see what Sanctuary had to offer and make his own choice as to whether or not he would want to stay.
Taking a glance at Miles as they walked up to the golden doors Syn wanted to see the boy’s expression. She had a feeling what he was about to see would blow his mind both from the outside of her beloved home as well as within. “This is Sanctuary my dear Miles. All I ask is that you keep an open mind to what all I’m about to show you.” She waited for his response before deciding to open a whole new world to him.
Miles was expecting a homeless shelter. A small building with dirty walls, shaggy looking folks here and there, no air conditioning or many commodities... he certainly wasn't expecting a huge, big ass building with shiny, golden doors. His mouth dropped.
He had been hesitant on his way over. For some reason he felt his initial behavior towards Syn had reverted back to his more cautious, less trusting of strangers persona. And what the hell had been wrong with him back there? 'Call me Inches?' Really? No one outside his family called him that and they only did it to tease him or as a joke. Oh, and why, why, WHY did he have to mention the pants!?
Luckily for him, Syn had taken it all in stride and stuck to calling him Miles, as he had already realized his first impression of her had been completely off the mark. Her name and looks may be those of a rock star, but she spoke kind of like an english lit major or something. She also had views he still didn't agree with, but he'd given her the benefit of the doubt, for where else could he go? Better with the stranger who wanted to help than on his own and if she tried anything funny, she'd have to deal with the dogs first.
Every single word she had said had been true, though. There WAS a sanctuary for mutants, as incredible as that was for him to grasp. His eyes wandered, looking at all the walls and windows as she encouraged him to keep an open mind.
"Are you sure you've got the right address?" he asked. "We could've taken a wrong turn somewhere. This place is huge!"
She didn't open the doors right away, since he hadn't agreed to the "open mind" compromise. He'd never been the close minded sort before, so it wasn't difficult for him to give her a polite nod.
Mile’s expression was just what Syn had hoped it would be. For a moment she almost could have sworn his eyes nearly popped out from his head. With a slight laugh she answered his question. “Yes, I’m positive this is the place. There’s no mistaking it for any other building.”
Noting his nod to being open minded Syn opened one of the doors and ushered Miles inside. She gave time for him to either bring along his guardians or to leave them outside. Once inside Syn allowed Miles to walk as fast or slow as he wished, but she hoped he would take in all the sites and be left with an awe factor through the roof.
Syn guided the boy through every common area of Sanctuary starting with the foyer and all its polished marble to the recreation room with all it’s possibilities for entertainment. They moved on to the gymnasium, library, infirmary, living quarters and ended in the dining area. Everywhere they went other mutants were abound. Some older, some younger but all of different looks, backgrounds and talents. “Would you like to try some of the food? They’ll make anything you want or you can pick from items already prepared.” She was now appealing to his hungered appearance of course.
Amber stood at a window, staring out and down at the morning world. Once again she was back in the world of humans, forced to take on human form. Human form; something that shouldn't feel so unnatural to her and yet somehow did. It was the form she was born in but it was no longer the form she felt most comfortable in, with its dull senses, weak muscles and lack of any natural weaponry. All humans suffered from those maladies, but she had the added disadvantage of pale albino skin that all but prevented her from going outside in the bright daylight hours.
Amber couldn't have said how long she had been staring out the window; hours for certain. She had returned from hunting just as dawn was beginning to break and had been there ever since. She dearly missed the freedom of being able to wander wherever she would, no matter what time of day, but it wasn't easy to remain inconspicuous as a dinosaur in the middle of a big city in the middle of the day. So instead, she remained by the window, staring out at the world she would have to wait until nightfall to rejoin.
Still, there were some advantages to rediscovering that human part of herself. She could speak again and read and write. Then there was her family, the only pack she had ever known and the ones she cherished the most in her life. If for no other reason, they made her return worth it. Perhaps, with their help, she might even be able to achieve a certain balance between her two selves; human and predator alike, living in harmony. Perhaps. Or maybe that was too much to hope for.
Amber spotted the pair of individuals walking towards Sanctuary as soon as they came into sight of the window. That, in and of itself, was not so unusual. What was unusual were two two dogs following the pair. There was something off about them, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. She stood there, waiting for them to enter, as that seemed to be their destination. Only when they had officially entered did Amber remove herself from her window perch and go in search of them. There was something about those dogs that she had to see for herself.
The young mutant entered the building followed by his dogs, who simply refused to leave his side unless commanded and Miles was too enthralled to worry about the possibility of freaking people out with their presence. He was introduced to something that DID NOT ressemble a shelter at all. In fact, the only thing missing were the bell boys. From his point of view, everything was over the top and far surpassed his expectations. They had every possible accomodation available, including pool tables, a pinball machine and OH MY GOD! Foosball! He loved spinning those little guys nonsensically and smacking the ball out of the table.
He sported a gleeful smile all the way through the different rooms and areas. These guys were set! They could train, read, live and eat at their leisure and a part of his brain still wondered what was the catch? Maybe there were some rich mutants out there who could crap gold or some such and they forked the bill, but his mind wasn't in a hurry to wonder about those details. He was absorbing it all in until he saw his first, non-normal looking mutant.
This was probably the part Syn meant about keeping an open mind. He'd read about this, he'd heard about this and his skin could turn black under very special circumstances, but catching a glimpse of his very first 'out of the ordinary' looking mutant was a humbling experience. He hated his own mutation and thought it was some kind of genetic curse which Syn was adamant to exalt into something to be proud of, but looking at some of the Sanctuary residents made him glad his mutation was not a 24 hour deal. He wore a concerned expression at first but then realized he shouldn't, reminding himself that was the very same expression his own father had when they figured out Miles was a mutant. He had hated that look with a burning passion and he figured the other mutants would hate it as well. They were not sick, maimed or crippled. There was nothing to be concerned about. They were mutants, just like he was and they were now his kin.
When Syn offered to take him to catch his first meal of the day, his mouth watered. "Oh, definitely!" he answered, gesturing to his dogs to follow as well, even though they wouldn't be having anything. He had noticed the dogs no longer cared for food and had tagged it as something to look into at some point.
As they walked towards the dining room, a veiled girl appeared at the end of the hallway and she seemed to be heading their way. At first, she looked like she was wearing a porcelain mask but as she got closer, he noticed the white of the mask was her skin and what he thought were holes, were actually her eyes.
As Syn had hoped the boy’s expressions spoke volumes towards his amazement. Seeing all that Sanctuary had to offer as well as many of the various mutant residents Miles appeared to be in shock. Syn didn’t think he had ever experienced anything like this before. When they came across a mutant with a very visible physical mutation she made sure to judge Mile’s reaction to the sight. With a smile she could tell he was rethinking his whole situation of being a mutant.
Letting out a soft chuckle as Miles responded to going to eat Syn nodded in acceptance. “They are very good cooks and make some amazing dishes. I’m sure you’ll find many things very tasty and you don’t have to worry about what time to come eat. It’s open all day and all night so any late night cravings can easily be satisfied.”
Walking Miles to the get some food in his stomach he asked her one of many possible questions he must’ve had. This question was directed towards a figure moving in their direction. Syn looked at the person he was indicating. She had never seen this person before, but then there were many she still wasn’t familiar with. “No, I’m afraid I don’t know who it is. There are many who live here and new arrivals come daily so learning who everyone is takes some time to do.”
When the figure was close enough Syn could see the person was completely covered in a type of wrap. Only a portion of the face was visible and what a face it was. Milky white skin with the black eyes like marbles made for a striking image. Syn spoke up to the covered figure in a calm and welcoming tone. “You have very beautiful eyes like pools of onyx.”
There was something about those dogs that Amber found compelled to investigate further. The fact that he was there, in Sanctuary, meant that he had to be a mutant which also served to explain the odd quality the dogs following him seemed to have. The question then became, what was it about them that drew her to them? It wasn't something she could put her finger on, at least not from a distance. Up close, however, and she might be able to figure it out.
As the pair of mutants and the dogs approached her, Amber remained silently watching. Words. They were, perhaps, something she should use. Once, she wouldn't have hesitated to use them, despite the nervous stutter that had plagued her most of her life. Now, words didn't come so naturally because words were not part of The Predator that she was. Words were a part of that human side of her and she hadn't yet regained her sense of peace with it, nor her sense of balance.
"Syn? Do you know who that is?"
Syn. She knew that name; how could she not? Although Amber had never met the older woman before, Abyss had told her of Syn. Syn was Abyss' sister and because Abyss was her father by adoption, that made Syn her aunt. Syn, therefore, was pack and pack was what mattered most. Pack mattered more than the curious dogs and, if only temporarily, she transferred her attention from the dogs to her mysterious aunt, trying to take in everything about her.
"I know who you are," Amber spoke in a quiet and calm voice, black eyes never leaving Syn. The boy and his dogs could wait a short while. They weren't going anywhere. "You are the sister of Abyss. Abyss is my adoptive father. You are pack." The words held a calm and self assured quality and she waited for her long lost aunt's reaction.
“You have very beautiful eyes like pools of onyx.”
Amber nodded her affirmation of the compliment and removed her face veil. Inside it really wasn't needed and she wanted her aunt to know her face as well as her eyes. Then there was the curious boy and his curious dogs. Them she would have to investigate further.
As they approached the veiled mutant, Syn acknowledged not knowing who she was, but the girl was quick to point out their relation and for once, Miles learnt something about Syn instead of the other way around. Turns out his host had a brother by the name of Abyss, of all things, and the girl was her adoptive niece.
Syn greeted her with a compliment that forced him to look at those eyes. They say the eyes are the mirrors of the soul but in this girl's case, those mirrors were completely broken. They were two black pitfalls of darkness that seemed to suck you deep into her own father's namesake. 'Pools of onyx' was a beautiful way of describing those things and the girl simply nodded at that and removed the veil off her face, revealing her chalk white nose and lips.
Miles' dogs had a slight reaction to her presence, which was actually uncommon of them. Astor raised his head and stayed alert, a sign that Miles usually associated with challenge and defiance while Tinaker lowered his and took a more passive stance, as if knowing she was no threat at all. Maybe the smaller dog knew something the bigger dog didn't or vice versa. He had no way of knowing himself, since their minds were a complete blank to him even if he could share their senses if he so wished.
"I'm Miles" he said, even if no one had asked, as his mind raced to find a compliment to give just like Syn had done so masterfully, but he drew a blank. The girl was veiled from head to toe and had not even given them her name, so what else could he compliment her on? Nice burka? That's a lovely shade of white on your lips? Everything he thought did not sound like a compliment at all, even if she had good looks if you saw past her eyes and complexion.
The teenager opted for awkward silence as he darted his eyes towards Syn, a proven expert in the ways of the word. Surely they had some catching up to do.
A voice came from the covered figure and it was a feminine voice. Syn had initially suspected as much judging from the way the figure moved as the three of them closed the distance to each other. She wasn’t expecting the figure to already know who she was however. Even more of a surprise was the fact that, at some point in time, her brother had adopted this female. That must be how she knows me she thought. Pack? Must find out more about this one.
Syn nodded and smiled to the female then watched as she uncovered her face from her wrapping. “You look like a porcelain doll my dear, a thing of beauty, but I’m afraid I don’t know your name.” She hoped her hint would prompt the girl to give her name in response. There seemed to be a bit of an animalistic mindset from what Syn could tell, but the girl spoke clearly enough.
Little Miles also made an attempt to speak with this pale girl by introducing himself. That made Syn smile as the boy was actually trying to talk to a fellow mutant even if she was a stranger to them both. His tone had a hint that he wanted to say more but for some reason he couldn’t or just didn’t.
Amber didn't notice any awkwardness coming from Miles. Even before her time in the rain forests of Brazil when her humanity was all but lost, she hadn't been the greatest at divining the subtleties of human interaction. Now those subtleties seemed largely irrelevant and therefore not worth the effort it would have taken to try and understand them.
Amber wasn't certain how to react to the compliment regarding her appearance so she didn't react at all. It was only after being prompted for her name did she realize that she hadn't given it. Words. Human words and human names. Once her name would have been second nature, to give it and thus give herself an identity. Now, however, she had to remind herself where she was and who she was amongst. She was no longer the Predator, at least not entirely. Not anymore.
"My name is Amber." Once the requisite introductions were completed, she turned her attention the the curious dogs, completely ignoring, once again, the mutant boy who owned them. There was something about them, something puzzling and puzzlingly familiar. She studied them carefully, feeling almost as if she should shift and thereby meet them as equals. It was with that thought that she finally realized why they intrigued her so much.
Amber turned her attention directly to Miles, black eyes boring into his own brown ones. "Your dogs. They do not move like normal dogs. They do not breathe like normal dogs. They are not alive." There was no question in her voice for, now that she realized what she was looking for, the answer was obvious. A long time ago she hadn't realized that her own forms were anything but natural dinosaurs, but she knew differently now. Her own forms were walking corpses, just as these dogs were and, in an odd way, that made them kin as well.
Miles scratched the back of his head as he thought over his situation. He didn't expect it to happen this way. His dogs' nature was something Miles tried to keep on the quiet side and let people guess it out. They almost never jumped to the "They're dead" conclusion. People were more fond of the "They're possessed" or the "They're demonic" conclusions and Miles preferred them to be wrong than to be right, but this girl had hit the nail on the head on her first try.
Amber was obviously not the talkative sort and it would be no wonder if people didn't want to talk back to her. Those eyes could shut anyone up and they were now focused on him, demanding truths he wasn't willing to just blurt out. His first instinct was to lie but that had worked oh so beautifully on Syn he didn't even bother. He didn't want to explain his dog's procedence to anyone just yet, because he felt he'd be giving them an enormous piece of leverage over him. If they thought the dogs came from Hell or The Void, then fine, good luck trying to find demon dogs over there and send me a postcard, but if they knew he could raise them from the dead and all it took was a large dose of anguish and sorrow... well, he could see the wrong sort of folks trying to exploit that.
He still hadn't known Syn for long, but so far, the woman had come through on every single word she'd said. She hadn't lied, where he had done so repeatedly. She'd been nothing but welcoming and courteous and he had started to feel damn lucky he had found her on the street. So maybe it was time to give them a little truth. Maybe it was time to open up a bit and see where the flow would take him.
So, right. The truth...
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What the hell was the truth anyway?
As far as he knew, both dogs had died and he had brought them back to life. To LIFE. They didn't eat or drink or sleep, but they were not rotting or hungry for brains. He had sealed all their wounds, fixed all their bones, removed all their diseases and infused them with powerful muscles and life from his hot, charcoal black hands.
Didn't he?
"I honestly have no clue" Miles admitted after noticing his silence was getting too long. "I think they're... dead, but on some aspects, it's like they're not. Maybe there is something else in there. I haven't figured out what that is yet, I still have hope that there's not just an empty void in them..." he said as he stared at the girl's own empty voids "...but I am not sure. It's still too soon."
Maybe he was holding on to false hope. Maybe it was just his mind playing cruel tricks on him, keeping him in denial, making him think his dark horrors were not so dark nor so horrific. Miles took both hands to his head, grabbing his already messed up hair, then addressed Syn without looking at her.
"Promise me we'll keep this between us? People don't react too well to undead dogs".
Amber clearly wasn’t one for words. Her statements were quick and to the point. Not such a bad quality except when trying to learn more about someone claiming to be Syn’s adopted niece. This was something she would have to have a talk with her brother about.
The girl did have a good sense regarding Mile’s dogs however. Syn had figured the beasts were just mutated by Miles. She had never guessed they weren’t alive, but then she had been focusing more on Miles than his four-legged companions. Things just keep becoming more and more interesting she thought.
Looking at Miles Syn smiled and spoke in her usual calm tone, but she added a touch of a giggle to make it a little more light hearted. “Seems Amber has figured your secret out.” She didn’t want the boy to freak out and flee so she gave a light pat on his shoulder to let him know everything was ok.
Miles explained, as best he could, what happens when he uses his power on dead creatures and it was quite a fascinating explanation.Something else inside his beasts? Perhaps a portion of whatever power that drives the boy’s mutation becomes imparted into the creatures. That could explain his control over them as they perhaps are just an extension of himself except it’s in another form. Syn smiled again and nodded at Miles’ request. “I won’t say a word until you’re ready for others to know. Let’s just say they’re possessed and leave it at that. Sound good?”
It was fascinating the story Miles told about his dogs. Dead and yet not dead, kind of like she was when she shifted. No heart beat, no breath passing through their lungs, and yet they still moved and walked. Despite the apparent lack of breathing, closer examination suggested that they could still smell, just as she could still smell even when she wasn't human. Whatever he filled them with, could it be related to whatever it was that allowed her to take on her not quite living forms? Perhaps one day he might allow her further study, if he decided to stay.
"I will not tell a soul. I am a shifter into unliving dinosaurs; therefore I believe we have something in common." The words were meant to put the boy at ease as even Amber could see his obvious discomfort at her line of questioning. Perhaps if he understood why she had come to the conclusion she had, he might not be so discomforted by her. "I do not believe others would be able to realize what your dogs are anyway." Because so few others had direct knowledge of what it meant to be unliving.
Syn, it seemed, had far more of a gift for words than Amber herself did and, if she didn't know any better, she'd say that her words did more to ease the boy than Amber's own. She nodded in agreement. She wondered what her long lost aunt's powers were, though wasn't certain this was the correct time to ask. She was still relearning and re-remembering the human social niceties. She certainly looked a lot different than Abyss and his brothers.
The words from both girls made Miles feel relieved, that is, as relieved as you can get from preferring to call your dogs 'possessed' over 'undead' and from learning you are talking to a girl who claims she can turn into unliving dinosaurs.
This was all so new to him. Just a few weeks ago he was comparing Dead Island zombies vs. Left 4 Dead ones with his friends and today he was comparing undead abilities with a fellow mutant. Still, the fact that both girls actually took his revelations as par for the course, patted him on the shoulder deciding to support him and keep things on the quiet side made him feel immensely at ease. They didn't judge Miles like his father had done or suggested to kill his dogs. They accepted him, like one of their own.
"That does sound good..." he told Syn regarding her suggestion "...and I thank you. Thank you both. Let's hope you're right, Amber. I'll even try to make them act less... undead-y".
Their attitude towards him made him want to open up some more, if only to feel like he was bonding with someone. There was a strange side effect to being a mutant. You knew you were a special, out of the ordinary kind of person and at some point, you even want to show off a bit, but you hide it from your peers for fear of being ostracized. Well, he was among his real peers now and if he was going to stay, it seemed only fair to him to trust them a little and tell them what sort of other things he could do.
"Check this out" he said as he turned towards his dogs and gave them a command aloud, if only for the girls benefit.
"Wag your tails"
The tails of boths dogs started to move in unison, like windshield wipers on high speed. They were the only things moving though, the rest of their bodies were still as stone.
"I can't make them act like real dogs, but at least they'll obey any order I give them. Tail wagging should be a bit of an improvement. Oh, and there's also this..." he said as he now covered his eyes.
Tinaker raised his head a little and Miles eyes, nose and ears simply stopped receiving sensory input as his mind was now connected to the smaller dog's senses. Luckily, neither of the girls was wearing a skirt. That would have been awkward.
"I can see what my dogs can see. I can hear what they hear and... smell what they smell".
The world of scent is so different from a dog's perspective than it is from a human. He couldn't tell anything strange from either of the girls when he was in his own senses, but Tinaker's nose could tell so much. Amber was... sick or something. Her scent was tinged with a trace that did not smell healthy at all, and Syn... it was odd. There was a very faint, particular aroma on her, like a perfume that had worn off long ago. A very uncommon scent indeed.
Miles removed his hand from his eyes, turned back around and faced both of them. Revealing to Amber what he had smelled seemed like an intrusion to her privacy, so he thought it might be best to breach the subject in a more subtle manner later on. She'd told them she could turn into unliving dinosaurs already and he'd told them what he could do with his dogs...
"So Syn..." he asked in a very innocent manner. "What's your mutation?"
Smiling to Amber as she also agreed to keep Miles’ ability a secret hopefully help reassure the boy further. He truly had an intriguing talent. So too it would seem did Amber. “Unliving dinosaurs you say. That is quite a feat my dear.” Syn smiled genuinely at Amber as the dark princess wondered if perhaps the girl was unliving as well.
Before she could think on the subject further Miles expressed his gratitude. He then offered to show a trick, or at least Syn guessed it was a trick to show his ability to command his dogs. Watching the beasts’ tails move in unison was still a little odd. They almost looked robotic if anything. “Miles my dear, you might want to try making their tails move at alternate intervals. Both moving at the same time in the same directions isn’t natural.”
The eager boy then showed another talent he had. He informed the ladies that he could take in the senses of his dogs. “So in other words you can remote yourself to them and use them like spies. That’s a very useful ability I’m sure.” Lightly patting the boy’s shoulder again Syn nodded. She was then asked what her special talent was. “Myself? I’m just sweet and people like me.” She gave him a cheeky smile.