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.
Derrin smiled brightly as he waved the newlyweds goodbye. They had just bought a very nice mini-van in expectation for their baby to be born in a few months, and since the husband was a up and coming lawyer, it had been a very nice (and expensive) car. That meant a big commission for Derrin, which was just the cherry on top of a wonderful Sunday. Derrin hadn't lost a single sale all day, which was impressive even for someone of his outstanding people skills. All in all, Derrin was looking forward to a fat stack of cash at the end of the month.
He still remembered the times when he had to eat moldy bread out of dumpsters, shivering in the cold wearing the skin of some druggy, hiding from both the wind and the world, fearing that his family was just a step behind him waiting to drag him back to that hellhole of a compound hidden in the Arizona deserts. Thinking about it gave him the shivers, even on such a wonderful day as this. Looking at the time, he saw that it was time to leave, and stopped by his bosses office to let her know how it went. She congratulated him and saw him to the door, and then Derrin started the long walk back to his apartment, 13 blocks away.
He could easily have afforded a car, but in New York it was almost faster to walk anyways and he enjoyed the exercise regardless. Though his skin looked to be a muscular man of unusual height, Derrin himself rarely got much exercise besides his daily morning runs and was usually weaker than the average guy. As he walked down the sidewalks in the chilly air, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to the night only a few weeks ago when he had almost been robbed...
Am I really a mutant? He thought to himself, not paying attention to where he was going. I mean, I always thought we were... well.. Different somehow, a different species. Derrin huffed a laugh Superior, da would have said. What a crock of crap. To think, dozens of babies drowned at birth because they didn't have the good fortune to be born a freak like the rest of my psycho family... It was then that Derrin bumped into someone and was shoved. That, combined with his distraction and an inconvienent spot of slick sidewalk combined to make him fall on his rear, landing on a sharp piece of tin can and cutting through both his slacks and his skin.
Dammit! he thought, well, at least it's in an area I can sow up without looking like some Frankenstein monster. Though the skin wouldn't heal, stitching up a tear would keep it from getting worse, and if it was in an area covered by clothes it wasn't too much of a long term problem. Looking up at the person who had bumped him, Derrin could see an enormous musclebound hulk, like you would see in those late-night home gym infomercials.
"Watch where you're going, dumbass." The man said.
Derrin snorted, and stood up slowly, hoping against hope that nobody would see the strange, loose tear in his skin through the cut in his pants. "I'm sorry for walking on the public sidewalks in your city, my lord. If it pleases you, this servant will be on his way." The sarcasm was so thick that you could cut it with a spoon. Evidently, it was thick enough that even the aggressor could hear it.
As the moving masses of New York flowed around them, the Agressor reached out and grabbed Derrin's arm as he brushed past in a crushing grip. "The hell did you say to me, asshole?"
Instead of grabbing the knife that he had hidden in his inner pocket and stabbing the man, or even twisting his thumb to make him release him, Derrin passively put a constant pressure away from the man. "Hey, I'll need at least a dinner and a movie before we do this man. I do have standards." Derrin pretended to look the man up and down for a second, before smirking and saying "Nevermind, actually. 'Fraid I don't go for bulging ignoramuses. Ignoramusi?"
Seeing the throbbing vein on the man's temple, and the slowly clenching fist, Derrin flinched a little. Dammit! Dammit! And today was going so well!
Walking from school to Sanctuary had it's benefits, but sometimes you had your ugly encounters, which was one of the reasosn why Miles always brought his dogs. While he could easily blend among the populace as just another human, his dogs always made him feel safer, and he'd rather people suspect he was a mutant but still keep their distance than catching him on the streets one day without any protection whatsoever.
The dog's muscular anatomy, charcoal black fur and above all, their red glowing eyes, made them look quite scary, specially since Miles tended to keep them unleashed. Still, where the dogs were devoted and fearless, Miles was pretty much human and easy to intimidate.
The moment he saw the larger man grab the smaller one by his arm, the first thought through his head was to walk away. This was not his problem at all, he shouldn't get involved, but he noticed the bullish, short tempered manner the big guy was treating the smaller one and couldn't help but feel empathetic with the victim here. Back before he knew he was a mutant, he may not have done anything but now that he had two vicious looking dogs... Maybe he could get away with a little theatrics?
As he approached the pair and heard the victim call his aggressor something similar to 'ignorant', he relayed a mental command to Astor, his larger dog.
Growl and look really mean at the bigger guy, but don't attack him
Astor suddenly stopped his walking and looked at the muscular man with his red, glowing eyes while baring his teeth and giving a menacing, deep guttural growl. Miles pretended to be concerned with the sudden scene.
"Oh, wait... Cerberus... what are you doing? Leave the man alone!" he said, while commanding the dog mentally to continue doing what he was doing. "Cerberus! You're a bad, bad dog! Don't you dare hurt the man like you did those other four guys last time!"
He pretended to hold the dog meekly and it was obvious the dog could easily escape the boy's grip.
"Gosh, he's so angry, I'm sorry..." Miles apologized with zero sincerity behind his words. "You wouldn't happen to carry dog treats with you, would you?" the boy asked the big man, expecting a denial for an answer. "Could you go get some, please? If you want to... you know... keep your arm?"
It was just as Derrin saw the man pulling back his arm for was certainly going to be a very painful punch that he heard a growling noise coming from behind him. When he saw that the man holding him had paled and slackened his grip a bit, he used the opportunity to yank his arm free and back up a few paces, turning to see what was going on behind him. What he saw surprised him, because it seemed like there was a kid there trying futiley to call back a massive charcoal black dog with glowing red eyes. It almost looked like some sort of Hellhound or something, really, and it was staring and growling right at the man.
"Oh, wait... Cerberus... what are you doing? Leave the man alone! Cerberus! You're a bad, bad dog! Don't you dare hurt the man like you did those other four guys last time!"
Derrin looked to see the boy holding the dog back weakly, and had to hold in a snicker as he realized that the dog (read: bear) could easily escape the boys hold and that the boy didn't seem to care. Most people would be mortified at being basically rescued by someone probably thirty or forty years younger than them, but Derrin was just grateful and amused. The lack of sincerity in the kid's tone just cemented Derrin's idea.
"Gosh, he's so angry, I'm sorry... "You wouldn't happen to carry dog treats with you, would you? Could you go get some, please? If you want to... you know... keep your arm?"
The man nodded frantically and ran off. You could say he ran off with his tail between his legs. Derrin thought with a mental chuckle, before approaching the dog and holding out his hand for a sniff. Now that I think about it I probably smell really weird. Like, two people on top of eachother maybe? Or maybe since I've been wearing this skin pretty constantly for a couple of years it just smells like me.
Out loud, he said "Thanks for that, kid. I'm not exactly what you would call a fighter." He shrugged a little as he started to pet Cerberus. "Is your dog a mutant? Can they even have dog mutants? Well, I mean I've never seen a dog like him before, and he seems rather large for his type of breed... Although that's not saying much considering I never saw a hellhound before so I wouldnt know.... I'm Walter, by the way."
The big guy's reaction was quite predictable. It was pretty much the same one any sane person would have had in a similar situation, but the victim's reaction however, was not. Instead of the typical fear you'd expect a normal person to have towards a glowing eyed dog, he actually asked Miles if the dog was a mutant... and then petted the hellhound.
Wha-aa-aat?
He grinned at this. Was it that the guy was more scared of the big guy than he was of the dog? Was he a really BIG fan of dogs? Maybe he was related to Cesar Milan and he was about to go all SHH! on Astor if he misbehaved. Maybe this guy was really pro-mutant and was excited to be close to one, even if it was a dog. Or maybe... hmm...
"I'm Miles and you're welcome" he responded out of courtesy as he patted his dog. The animal did sniff at the hand that petted him, but the boy's senses were not linked to his dog's at the moment, so if there was anything weird with Walter's scent, he never found out. "As to the hellhound being a mutant... that depends. Would you be scared if he was?"
This was a bit of a 'probing' question as it were. Mutant / human relations were a bit tense at the moment and Miles was just being more careful with whom he told and whom he didn't. Walter's disposition towards a hellhound mutant dog however, gave the teenager a good vibe... and a bit of a suspicion as well.
(OOC: Hey Miles sorry for the day. I worked a buttton the past few days but im good now. Also just a note, in his current skin Derrin only looks like late 20's early 30's. Doesn't change my reply at all just an fyi)
"I'm Miles and you're welcome. As to the hellhound being a mutant... that depends. Would you be scared if he was?"
Derrin chuckled and shrugged. "Kid, I've seen weirder stuff than a mutated demonic dog, and he seems nice enough when someone's not getting assaulted." Derrin took a closer look at Miles and realized he had seen him before. "Hey, you go to school around here or something? I think I've seen you on this stretch of New York before."
Derrin didn't really mind how much the kid told him, he was just making conversation and entertaining himself for a bit. Derrin didn't really do much aside from work and his running. Although hold on a second, Derrin thought, I've never heard of a mutant animal of any type! The kid's probably the mutant! Maybe that's why he's so defensive about the whole thing...
((ooc: Ooops! Kept thinking he looked in his 50's, so I've modified my previous posts. By the way, it's Christmas, so no worries about delays, I don't really mind those anyways.))
The teenager grinned. Astor rarely ever got called 'nice' specially after being called 'mutated' and 'demonic', so he found humor in Walter's view of things.
"Actually, he's not mutated or demonic, he's... uh..." Miles hesitated. He usually didn't like giving out explanations regarding his dog's undeath and tried to keep that little bit a secret. Then again, he'd told Syn when he met her, then Kealey when he met her as well. Then Amber, Mama T, Aadi, Calley, Dein, Aurion, Alma, Ty and lately Shade, which was a mistake. Derrin would actually make... the eleventh person who'd know if he told him. Way to keep a secret, Miles...
"...He's kinda special" he said, suspecting that a person who'd actually seen weirder stuff than mutated demonic dogs was not as 'normal' as he might appear at first glance. Maybe the man was also cautious as to whom he told as well. "Or more like... I'm kinda "special"" he added, making quotation marks with his fingers and letting Walter guess what he meant.
"As a matter of fact, I do. I go to Xavier's school for the Gifted" he answered, when asked if he walked to school this way. Looking again at Walter's face, he tried to tell if he saw any familiarity in it. "And I think I... yes, I think I..." he paused for effect as he squinted his eyes, studying Walter's face. "I think I... don't know you from Adam. Do you work here?" he asked, pointing at the pizza place they were standing in front of.
"Actually, he's not mutated or demonic, he's... uh... He's kinda special. Or more like... I'm kinda "special""
Derrin almost laughed at the hesitation in the kid's voice. After my lack of fear to that crazy demonic beast all but attacking someone he think's I care if he's a mutant or whatever? Derrin was actually rather confused about what actually defined a 'mutant'. Because of his isolated upbringing he had missed a lot of education that someone normally got, and though he made up for a lot of it through life experiences, biology was not one of them. I heard on the television that it was something to do with Jeans? Although I don't get what pants have to do with it.
"Ah, I get your meaning, kid. Well no fear, your secret is safe with me." Derrin said, jokingly giving a two fingered salute. And really, who would he tell? His sofa?
"As a matter of fact, I do. I go to Xavier's school for the Gifted. And I think I... yes, I think I... I think I... don't know you from Adam. Do you work here?"
When Miles gestured to the pizza shop they were standing in front of Derrin had to laugh. Ha! I'd make more money begging than working at a place like that! When he finished laughing, he shook his head. "Sorry, no I don't. I work as a car salesman, you know the lot down the road a bit? I walk home nearly every day, and I like to people watch. I make it a game to try to guess what they're thinking."
Walter said Miles' secret was safe with him and that helped the teenager feel a bit of trust on the man. He was a car salesman, so any hopes of getting free pizza suddenly evaporated. He also said he liked to 'people watch' and Miles figured, hey, I have dogs with glowing eyes, surely someone must remember those whenever I walked past their place of work.
"Huh. I guess it's not that hard to figure out what I'm thinking. Half of the time, it's just boobs" he joked, "The rest of the time, it's gonna be music, movies or videogames."
And the occasional worry that being a mutant could get him in trouble. After the video of Gina getting beaten by police, Miles had been wary of whom he encountered or talked to, specially if they looked pretty normal. While Miles had his suspicions that Walter might be a mutant himself, he didn't push it forward. If he wanted to come out at some point he would, but there was also the possibility that he was just a guy who wasn't biased against mutants. There were plenty of those around.
As he was talking with Walter, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the man they had scared off was now talking to a police officer further down the street. Surely his unleashed, red eyed dogs were being mentioned in the most negative light possible?
"Let's move along. I'm afraid my hero dog is being reported as not-so-heroic. Do you know your way around here?"
