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.
"When it comes to the hands, I honestly don't know what to say. I mean I can see your point, those look like they'd be mighty tough to use for much," Danica said. "How long have you been like this?" As the two of them continued to talk she tried to think of something to help put Tyson's mind at ease. One of the biggest problems for Danica was finding anything about her powers to like. His situation wasn't only interesting, it presented some unique opportunities. On the other hand, Danica wasn't too sure about the kind of reaction it would cause. There were both problems and merits to this.
"Walk with me for a bit if you wouldn't mind," Danica said. "I think it's time we got to work on helping you." There was a lot going through Danica's mind as she tried to mentally organize some sort of means to help Tyson with the obvious litany of problems he was facing. This was one of the more extreme mutations she'd seen, so helping the young man might prove to be quite challenging.
This late at night there wasn't anyone nearby in the park, so it allowed the two of them to move about with relative ease. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Danica finally spoke. "There are two main things I'm considering at the moment. The first being the foremost concern on your mind, if you'd be willing to share it with me. The second is that right now, unless I'm mistaken, you only see the negative in regards to your mutation, however I see some positives, if you're interested in hearing them."
"Hrrrrrrr siiince chaaaangee," growled Tyson, "rrrrr waaatch." He put his whole paw in the damp earth by the bank, and pushed the dirt around with his whole paw. He sketched out a few strait lines, until the clear letter "A" was easily discernable, though overly large since he was doing that with his whole arm. He then shifted slightly to the right and attempted to replicate this using his claws and fingers. This was the frustrating part. His fingers wouldn't respond the way he wanted, his hand wouldn't coordinate the way he wanted. As he clawed out a line, the next didn't connect, or the next, in either direction nor formation, leaving little more then a few crosscutting lines that looked nothing like an "A" . Continued tries yielded similar results, chicken scratches in the dirt that in no way resembled writing. He growled in frustration wiping the failed attempts away with one sweep of his paw.
"Walk with me for a bit if you wouldn't mind, I think it's time we got to work on helping you."
Tyson rose to his feet, wondering how exactly she was going to go about that. It wasn't as if she could magically make him able to write and talk and stop chasing cats. His issue wasn't just one problems, it was a million problems. Still, he listened, taking shorter strides so as not to overtake Danica. The night didn't hinder him at all, even with the darkness encroaching on them, he could see perfectly well in the low light. He considered what Danica said... The foremost concern he had? He wasn't sure what that was, he had so many concerns it was hard to pick out which one he was most concerned about. Then one big one wiped away the others, "Hrrrrrrr huuuuurrrrrrting peeoople," he said, as he recalled the bloodbath he had inadvertently caused when a few anti-mutant thugs had cornered him in an alley. Technically it was self defense, but his instincts had still overtaken him and ended with him mauling three of them before he snapped out of it. Out of everything, that horrified him the most, when he became little more then a feral animal.
Then she mentioned positives. He couldn't really see how being a permanent wolf man who couldn't speak properly, write, or go into public without possibly endangering people could have. But he decided he would hear her out anyway, if nothing else then to get some perspective. "Rrrrrrr ssurrrrrrrre," he said, giving her permission to go into whatever she thought was great about his condition.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
"Okay, first of all, about the hands and talking, I really don't know what I would be able to do about that. I hate to say it, but you'll probably have to learn those skills over again," Danica said. "About hurting people, I have some ideas on that, but first let me tell you some of the advantages to your new form from my humble point of view."
There were a few things to say on this, so Danica took a moment to collect her thoughts. "Okay, first off, it might be a little embarrassing, but if you stripped and then curled up on the floor like a dog, most people would likely think just that, you're a really big dog. They'd be more likely to say and do things around you they wouldn't otherwise. Also, I'm sure you've heard that old saying about smelling fear, you probably can.
Creatures, even humans, give off pheromones indicating their emotional state. Most people just don't have a good enough sense of smell to pick them up. That combined with watching body language, will likely tell you more than what they say. At least about their intentions and if they're lying or not. Then there's the fact you can, no doubt, identify people by scent. When you adjust to your heightened senses, you'll find they can provide a wealth of information you didn't have access to before."
The next part of the conversation would no doubt get interesting, but this was one area that Danica felt like she might be able to do some good. "Okay, now as to what you said about hurting people. I do know something about animal psychology, my mother owned enough of the furry bastards. No offense intended, I'm just not a cat person. If you're going to learn to control your animal instincts, the first thing you have to realize, is that you can't control them.
As strange as that sounds, just hear me out on this. If you take these new instincts, then try to suppress and ignore them, they'll end up exploding. When that happens, someone else might not live to regret it. You probably have an urge to hunt, so you should hunt, just not people. There are plenty of rabbits, squirrels, and deer around, kill'em if you need to.
See, if you feed your instincts rather than deny them, it'll take the edge off how powerful they are. Then you can suppress them. The ideal situation, in my opinion, is controlling them until it's appropriate to let them loose. Does any of this make any sense to you?" Danica said.
Tyson did his best to listen to Danica without interrupting, which was easy as far as words were concerned but difficult in what he was feeling. He had figured that his writing and speaking was something nobody but him could fix, that was easier for him to accept because that was a physical problem that he could work on himself. When he first was transformed he couldn't talk at all so he knew he was making some progress there at least.
However the rest of what Danica was saying was a lot harder to sit through, let alone swallow. The very first idea, stripping down and pretending to be a dog at this point was almost insulting, the grimace on his face, if she could even decipher it was enough to show his distaste for the idea. It was just like asking her to strip down and act like a monkey. His first instinct was to yell at her then and there for suggesting it, but he gave her the benefit of the doubt that she was building to something, so kept his cool and did his best not to let his anger get the better of him.
Her pointing out the sensitivity of his sense of smell was a little more acceptable, just enough to help him keep quiet. Currently his sense of smell was too overwhelming for him to deal with, but he had noticed he was able to detect a lot more different scents then before. True he had trouble distinguishing due to the intensity and number, but maybe if he did get used to it he would get better at that. That may be interesting he supposed.
However what Danica finished up with he didn't like at all. She thought he should give into his instincts and hunt and kill things? That was worse then suggesting he strip and act like a dog. She was missing the point that he didn't want to be an animal, and here she was suggesting he be just that, a hunting, killing, naked animal. "Hrrrrrrrrr I'm NOT annnnnn aaaaannnnimmmaaalll rrrrrrrr!" he growled angerly as he felt a hot spot in his chest where hurt and anger boiled. "Rrrrr dooon't waaaant trrrrr kill, don't waaaaant trrrrr huuunt hrrrrrr," he shook his head in frustration, feeling his instincts starting to kick in again, reacting to the sudden rage as if he was under attack, and the urge to take a bite out of Danica made his turn away from her, growling as he fought to squash the reaction. This wasn't what he wanted, this wasn't who he wanted to be...
Growling loudly, he suddenly took off through the trees, putting some distance between him and Danica before he did something he would regret later. He didn't go far, just enough to where he could better attempt to calm down, crouching beneath one of the trees, clutching at his head as he tried to reel in the anger.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
It was obvious to Danica that her suggestions weren't well received. It was somewhat disappointing as she hoped that they might help Tyson, at least to some degree. Rather than walking after him, she let young man blow off some steam. Perhaps a mutant self-help book deal wasn't in her future after all. Once again trying to organize her thoughts, Danica decided to keep it simple this time.
"Okay, maybe the bit about playing a dog was a bit much. My point was for you to think outside the box about this. As to the instincts and hunting, it's up to you. My point is that you're going to have to find a way to come to terms with your new existence, otherwise it'll drive you nuts. If you can find a better way, by all means, go for it.
Now I do know one piece of advice that will help you, and this one I speak from experience on. Take life a day at a time, a problem at a time, because the sheer enormity of it all will drive you nuts otherwise. Don't worry about a week from now, or a month from now. Worry about today, and maybe tomorrow if you're feeling gutsy."
Tyson did his best to keep a lid on things, as much as he hated to admit it, Danica was right about one thing, this was driving him nuts. He had destroyed his room, he'd attacked people, he'd felt like he was losing himself to this, coming closer and closer to being the animal he was trying to avoid becoming. In that respect, he did have to come to some way of dealing with this. He didn't know what though. Saying to think outside the box was one thing, but coming up with an actual working solution was another entirely. From what she had said, he needed someway to let his instincts out, but how could he do that without doing the things that disgusted him? He didn't know enough about what his body wanted outside of eating raw meat and getting worked up over everything around him.
"Hrrrr.... todaaay... hr," he pondered aloud, trying to take in what Danica said. what could he do today? Right now he had been venting anger, then talking, then been angry again. How could he deal with that today? Honestly he was drawing blanks, outside of destroying stuff to burn out his anger, what else could he do? Even that seemed like it only worked for a short while before he was angry again. Then it occurred to him to see how other dealt with that, maybe it would give him a starting point. "hrrr whaaaat do yooou dooo when rrrr yooou get annngrrrrrrry?" he asked, hoping it was something that somehow translated into something he could take advantage of himself.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
"I doubt that would be very helpful, when I get pissed I tend to blow things up. I'm not really good at calm anger management," Danica said. Trying to help Tyson was turning out to be more difficult than Danica realized. For a time she just stared at him, then looked away realizing he probably wouldn't appreciate that very much. Still trying to think of something an idea popped into the back of her mind, but was quickly discarded. However that same idea quickly popped back into her head. It wasn't something Danica had considered before, but in retrospect it could very well help him.
She looked at Tyson again and started to say something, then stopped. This wasn't something she knew how to phrase very well. Subtlety wasn't one of Danica's strong suits, but regardless the idea to make more sense the more she thought about it. Finally giving up on a way to say this carefully, she finally just looked up at Tyson. "There is one thing that helps me calm down, have you considered getting laid?"
Considering that Tyson had literally gone on a warpath on his room when he had gotten the news, knowing that Danica also lost it made him feel somewhat better. "Hrrrrrr destrrrrroyed rrrrrrooom," he said, she had probably heard about that, after all, the students had been crowding the door and talking about it since it happened. They probably didn't know he could hear them all, and that their speculations about the 'crazy wolf guy' did nothing to improve his attitude towards the situation. He'd be surprised if she hadn't already been informed about how he had almost thrown on of the faculty members through his door. Well, he had missed somewhat and the door hadn't broken, but that was what was going around the dorm.
Danica seemed to be giving him a few looks. He wasn't sure how to take that yet, she had said she thought he looked cool, but he was still self conscious about how he looked now. Then she asked something he hadn't been expecting. "There is one thing that helps me calm down, have you considered getting laid?" It caught him completely off guard, for a moment he was completely silent as he processed the question. He hadn't even come to terms with his own face, he couldn't even imagine anyone wanting to... have him. Not even if he were paying. "hrrrrrrrr sseeerrrrriously?" he asked in disbelief, unable to imagine exactly how she thought that that was something that would be an option for him. Even if it was, he had claws that would slice someone to ribbons and he didn't even know if his body was even built for those type of activities anymore, not that he trusted his touchy instincts to test it out anyway.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
“Yeah, seriously. I know that might seem like it's somewhat out of the blue, but it could help. I know that in men after the fact, it lowers testosterone and aggression. Not to mention it's a great stress reliever,” Danica said. Despite her attempts to help things didn't appear to be going well and the little woman was basically out of ideas beyond this. There was one last thing that came to mind, but she'd prefer to save that for the very last. There were a few other questions she had in mind as well, to see where things were going in general, but she was curious to hear Tyson's response to this.
“So tell me, do you plan to stay at the mansion? It seems like the best course of action under the circumstances. There really aren't many places out there that people like us can go for safety,” Danica said. “By the way, I say people like us, because I may look human on the outside, but even I'm a risk in public... because I can't always control my powers. You're... not the only one who's killed people... I've let my own fear and anger lead me to make some damn stupid choices.” That last statement struck home in more ways than one. There were a few people that Danica felt deserved what they got, and others that she well knew didn't. There was a considerable sense of guilt on her part, and it was something she tried not to think about very much.
It seemed Danica didn't see the inherent danger in him trying to make out with someone. "Hrrrrr baaad ideaaa," he growled, and placed a hand on the bark of the tree next to him, pulling his hands down. Despite not applying much pressure, it carved clear gouges out of the wood, leaving the clear impression that even if he was careful, whoever was on the receiving end would have a bad time indeed. She had a point that it may help to relieve stress, but it wasn't a practical option for him at this point. Even relieving himself would result in some nasty self inflicted wounds, which would be painful regardless of his healing rate.
"hrrrrrr noot muccch choooice," he responded when asked if he planned to stay at the mansion. He couldn't go home, and it was obvious that he would be unable to get a place in the city, and wouldn't be safe there anyway. The mansion was the only place he could stay, and probably the only place equipped to handle something like him.
"hrrr kiiiillliiing suuckss," he said, in agreement to Danica. He didn't mention that the animal part of him had liked the taste of human blood. It probably couldn't differentiate humans from the animals it wanted to hunt. At best, he was a murderer, at worse a canibal.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Danica thought about what Tyson said for a moment, then realized he was probably right. With the claw trying to make out with someone probably would have resulted in a visit to the emergency room and a lot of uncomfortable questions. The problem now was that she was fresh out of ideas on how to help. There was only one of suggestion that might help the situation, but it probably wasn't one that he would be too excited to hear about. “Well, to be honest about the only thing I can think of now is asking someone at the mansion if they know of a way to help you. I'm fresh out of ideas.”
Standing there briefly she smiled, then extended a hand putting some real effort into cutting loose with a blast of kinetic energy. Like an arc of orange electricity it cut through the air and struck a tree a short distance away from them. The impact resulted in a large explosion of wood chunks, then the tree gave a large groan, cracked, and fell over into their path. Having buckled under its own weight from the sudden loss of mass Danica just looked down at it with a smirk on her face. “On the other hand if you really do want to chew the scenery, I'm all for that.”
With Danica's words, he got the impression he was a bit hopeless at the moment. Not that he was disagreeing, he thought his situation was hopeless too. She had given him some things to think about, but when it really came down to it, he was still trapped in the body of an animal, and he just couldn't see much future in that. So he didn't really say anything about it, just looked blankly at the scenery.
When Danica launched her powers, he jumped a little as an involuntary reaction. In the aftermath his line of thinking went to the fact that she probably didn't have anything to fear from him if he did lose control. He would likely be put out of commission pretty quickly with the bazooka she apparently had at her fingertips. Surprisingly this made him feel a bit better. At least someone could take him out if he got out of hand.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf