The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Sylar knew there was a chance the girl wouldn't back down, wouldn't read the clear message he was sending. He hoped like most people, she'd fear a monster, but mutants were a stubborn bunch of creatures. And Tses seemed to be the type who wanted to scrap with the Boogeyman of Manhattan. She shoved an orb of light into his face, causing Sylar to rear back instinctively as it popped, hitting him with a painful concussive force. His movement backwards meant the girl could escape from beneath him now, as his face reeled from her power.
His brain felt a bit rattled, and his vision blurred into a swirl of signature's as his eye's cells readjusted. Her knee came as well, attempting to aim for his gut, which was usually a good idea. Sylar however, was a sturdy creature, taking little notice of her leg compared to the flashbang he'd taken near his face. "You stupid...." He had intended to knock the girl out, or scare her enough to carry her out of here. But now, oh now he was mad. "I'm going to freaking gut you lady!" He lashed out with his tail, the appendage aimed to bash into Tses, or if she'd moved far away enough, slash the girl's body. Sylar's normal thoughts took a back seat, his anger and instincts taking over. Now Tses had to deal with a creature comprised entirely of knives and enough force to ram them through steel.
The attack both did and didn't work; it worked in the sense her powers had an effect on the teen holding her down, but it failed because she was still trapped by him when his rage erupted. While her fist had been fairly useful against his face, the kick was mostly ignored, and the tail that came flying slammed into her side and took some of her breath with it. In the painful impact she couldn't distinguish how much damage he could do, but the flashing glint of the bladed end to the tail went a warning.
More light condensed in her palms, and she sent two more explosions towards his face, trying to twist her body free before he could retaliate. She was in a dangerously vulnerable position, and her panic was making tactical errors life-threatening. Part of her should be smarter, and should have cared about the consequences. But that other side of her that always won out was too dumb and too proud to admit defeat.
"I said, get off! She snarled back, equally angry yet not nearly as dangerous.
The two of them were sort of flailing in the dark, Sylar dealing with dulled senses and pain while she dealt with the same from him. He had to keep her pinned, if she got up she'd run, and if she ran, she'd be able to toss these explosions at him as she ran. Sylar wanted nothing to do with that scenario. Her hands flared up again, and he brought his arm up go guard his face as she lobbed two more of her personal grenades at his face. He dropped his other claw at her, a blind strike, but a dangerous one. His hands were covered in a thick natural armor, making them harder than human hands, coupled with his supernatural strength and the bladed fingers, any hit from Sylar would hurt.
"Stop struggling woman!" He hollered as her orbs popped, the two explosions stinging his face more, and leaving his ears ringing a bit. Crap, he couldn't keep taking little pops in the face. He had to draw back and hold his face, her attacks proving effective at deterring him. Attacking his face was attacking his senses, even if she wasn't thinking during their fight, this girl had a decent instinct in a fight.
The more Tses squirmed, the more dangerous the situation became. In a blind response to her attack a clawed hand struck out, and grazed her face. The pain and subsequent bleeding were both instantaneous and somewhat crippling. Claws that dug into rocks easily sliced through flesh, and had he hit any lower, the effects would have been gory and gruesome to behold. Regardless, as he darted backwards, one of her hands instantly went to her face in an effort to stop the bleeding. The green light had a dark haze and she had to shut one eye to keep from getting blood in it as she staggered to her feet.
She refused to cry. It hurt, it stung like hell and she had a few choice curse words she gasped instead. She let her free arm glow, but the light flickered and waned as her body focused on the injury. Her hand shook, and she slowly backed away, glaring as little drops hit the ground like water.
Sylar sat for a moment, wishing he could rub his eyes to alleviate some of the throbbing he now felt. When your hands were covered in bladed weapons, rubbing pain away was basically impossible. He hissed loudly, looking to see that Tses had gotten up and begun to shuffle away from him. She was putting up a fight, but down here, in Sylar's world, winning a fight would be much more difficult than a few blows to the face. He hissed again, before speaking to her. "Theres blood in the water..." He growled into the darkness, his nose immediately picking up on the scent of her blood, his inner monster already anticipating the iron-rich taste of it.
He crouched down low to the ground, staring at her, his tail lowered as well, his body seeming to melt into the shadows around him as he retook his stance. "Give up woman...you're leaving this place hurt no matter what...but please don't make me eat you." He threatened, feeling the adrenaline rush as his blood began to boil, his entire body heating up as his inner monster started to stir. Tses had started a fight with Sylar, however it was starting to become a fight with the monster behind the boy's face. He inched forward, his claws clacking softly against the stone, his muscles tensing up prepared to pounce at any time. And his tail rose back up, curling the blade to point right at her form, ready to strike.
The voice echoes off the walls in a haunting way, and Tses felt an unnatural crawling sensation along her spine as goosebumps started to form. She was never afraid of the dark, or monsters or things that lurked under the bed. When you didn't have a home, safety was hard to come by. But this was a different fear that she struggled with, and brought back back memories. The walls felt too close, the darkness too pronounced. The blood was sticky on her hand as the hiss echoed around her.
She needed air. She needed air now.
She felt like she couldn't breathe as the panic attack started settling in. She tried to keep composure, but her pulse was starting to race. She couldn't show weakness. She couldn't show fear. But her body was refusing to listen to her mind now.
Don't make me eat you...
That didn't even matter, didn't even register. The monster seemed like a secondary danger now as claustrophobia settled in. She sank back into the wall, hands shaking slightly with effort. "Just stay....back." She remarked, voice less an aggressive display of power, more a self-defense growl of fear.
This rancid sewer might not seem like much to many of the people who walked above it every day, but this was a monster's world. A labyrinth of tunnels twisting about, each filled with decay and darkness, home to the refuse of man. However Sylar had taken advantage of every aspect of this world, the network of tunnels creating a perfect hunting ground for the creature of darkness he was slowly transforming into. And now the elements began to close in on Tses. For Sylar, the enveloping darkness and closeness of the walls was like the warm embrace of the only family he had left.
He crept forward, each step sounding off a soft echo in the tunnels, closer and closer, time stretching slow as he neared Tses. Sylar's monstrous form could observe every little trigger as it fired deep in her body, the blood pumping, heating up her temperature as her blood began to boil. He could hear the fast paced breathing, signalling fear and panic. He could smell the sweat, the pheromones leaking from her very pores. All of it pointed to one thing, the girl before him had lost her nerve, had reverted to the most primordial thing man knew, fear of the unknown, fear of death.
However, Sylar didn't realize these reactions were in lieu of claustrophobia, and that his presence was the secondary factor next to the sheer fear of being crushed by the walls around the girl. He grinned a bit, the motion lost in the darkness, his tail close enough to strike out and injure Tses in dozens of ways. His thoughts were muddled, being shifted away by a stronger force deep inside. The monster had woken, and the boy could barely hold it back, desperate to stay awake as his body merged with the dark and became a true horror. "I can smell your fear..." He whispered to her, his voice growing darker and more twisted by the moment. Her display fell deaf on Sylar's senses, his body knowing her fighting spirit had dwindled. " I can see it girl...the sweat drip down your skin. I can see the blood boil in your veins."
He was close enough that even without her unnatural ability to produce light, that she'd be able to see his features in this dim darkness, a sinister look on his bruised face. "You're terrified of it...of me?" His voice sounded saddened and forlorn for a brief moment, but then he became a blur as he dashed forward, his clawed hand reaching for her throat...
The voice rattled through the panic, and she glanced at the approaching monster. It was like blood in the water, a scent to the shark, and he was picking up on it. She glared, hissing at him, lights on her arm flaring on his blind eyes. "I'm not afraid...of you." She snarled, but her voice had a falter to it, a weakness that was sapping her energy like an illness. She had to calm down, had to stop panicking...
Need to get out of here... The voice in her head was screaming. Instincts were trying to point out the more immediate danger though. The claws clattered off the rocks, and she backed a few more steps, trying to form an energy orb in her fist. The energy wouldn't gather. The light around her just kept glowing as her panic tried it's best to chase away the darkness. She tried, tried to will the energy to fight back...
Then the figure lunged and she could only throw her arm up to protect herself, tumbling backwards into the rocks.
It seemed until the end that this woman would fight back, even when she'd lost much of her strength. In a better state of mind, Sylar might have respected such strong spirit, his own being so weak at times. But right now, at this moment, all he could see was her weakening form. He had dashed towards her, claws reaching for her throat, a dangerous situation to be in, but instead his body reacted to her movements, his powerful claw grasping ahold of her wrist as she tried to protect her self.
He gripped her wrist tightly, showing just how much stronger he was physically, lifting Tses's arm upwards, pulling her form upwards and pressing it back against the wall she'd backed into. Sylar didn't care that the force of his grip might wrestle her limb clean from it's socket, or that his clawed grip would cut her flesh, all he wanted was to feel his prey locked within his grasp. She said she wasn't afraid of him? She should be, because right now, Sylar felt terrified of himself and what he might do. "You should be." He told her with a sinister glee. She couldn't run from him now, couldn't escape whatever attack he through, the beast within screamed for a fatal blow, but Sylar still wasn't a killer, still didn't want to know what it meant to murder.
His tail, seemingly with a life of it's own slithered towards Tses, the cool blade pressing against the girl's belly. One good thrust, thats all it would take, to end the life of another mutant, of a human being. His body wanted to bathe in the bloodlust, to finally know how it felt, that thing his instincts crave. But instead Sylar bit his lip, clearing his thoughts as he spun around, throwing Tses against the opposing wall like a rag doll and screaming into the empty tunnel around them.
The claws sliced through the flesh on her arm, then the forceful grip yanked her up by the arm and trapped the hand against the wall. Defend yourself! Her mind screamed, but her breathe was gone, the blood catching on her neck, her clothes, and now running down towards her shoulder. Pain flashed beneath the surface in waves, but she couldn't register it properly as the shock settled in. The sinister voice echoed in her mind, the satisfaction in what was happening from the creature all too evident.
There was a sensation of fear, for once, directed at the real danger.
She balled her hand into a fist, ready to throw a punch, when the blade pressed against her. She froze, knowing the movement would cut her open if she dared trying anything, battle instincts struggling to recalculate. Before she could think of a new defense, she was thrown, slamming into the rocks with a painful smash. A bone snapped, the fire of a broken rib crippling her even more, and she caught herself with her hands seconds before her face hit the floor. Pained, raged, the energy finally formed in one of her fists, and she held it, glaring into the darkness and struggling to stand. "I swear....you try to take one bit of me, I'll see how tough your insides are." She threatened, trying to back away. She limped with pain, feeling light headed as the blood ran from her injured figure.
Daylight....daylight wasn't too far away, the exit she was looking for in the corner of her eye. She had to make it....She just knew she couldn't outrun the creature. Maybe, she could at least deter the attack.
Sylar's senses picked up on every little event as it transpired, the superhuman nature of his physical abilities allowed him to see the world at an entirely different level. Even as he tried to refocus his thoughts, his ears picked up on the girl smacking against the wall, the snap of a bone, the release of more blood as she was injured, and the status of her body as time went on. He turned to look at her, a drop of blood rolling down his lip.
He stared at her, observing her, wondering what she'd do now. Perhaps the pain had cleared her feelings as well, the girl seemed to catch a second wind as she rose up and threatened him once more in self defense. Sylar knew however, she was already exhausted, weakened, and now very injured. She was inching away from him, her movements so slow she might as well be standing still compared to Sylar's monstrous speed. He spoke, his tone a little more human now, but calm and without mercy.
"Tougher than yours girl, stronger than you, faster than you too" He explained, knowing that at just the right moment, he could knock her prone, disable her, and fling her from his world with no clue of just exactly where he was down here. "Can you make it out of here without turning your back...can you climb a ladder with a broken rib?" He pointed out every disadvantage she had, catching his breath, tensing his body, preparing. "Do you really think you can escape me now, when I've already drawn blood?" Sylar wondered how long she could keep moving, let alone stay conscious. One good hit, to her gut or her head could probably knock her out.
He just had to get close enough to land it without her blowing one of his limbs off. The earlier explosions hadn't been very powerful, but had hurt pretty bad. Now that she was actually afraid, perhaps her power might get stronger, never count a mutant out simply because of injury. Sometimes they didn't follow any natural logic. Wait for the moment of weakness, close the distance, trip the girl, land the blow. Sylar could see the end of this, what would Tses do now?
The monster was still confident, watching her, waiting for the right chance to move. If she threw the explosive, he could dodge and it would be over. But she could only hold it for about a minute before it would explode in her face. She could let it go, rely on the burst of energy for her to back into the ladder, but he was right assuming her broken rib would make such a feat nearly impossible. Still, she snarled back, like an injured feline bristling it's fur to make herself bigger.
"I can do more than you think I can. I've lived on the streets my whole life. I know how to fight through an injury." She crept backwards more, counting down in her head. 30, 29, 28,27... The rung was almost in reach, she just had to get there. He was watching, studying for something only he knew. She was bleeding slowly, steadily, light on her arm flickering...
Her hand touched metal, she threw the orb and moved to climb. It was her last shot.
Fingers slick with blood, bandages soaked by it, she slipped and fell to the ground, sealing her fate.
Sylar was a predator, and in actuallity predator's were cowardly creatures who only picked fights they knew they could win. And with her rib broken, and her confidence shaken no matter how loud she barked, Sylar's instincts said he could win this fight. This was prey within his grasp. It was hard to wait so long, a minute stretched on for what felt like an hour, as the girl inched her way towards a ladder. She was attempting to escape, and Sylar simply wanted to evict her from his home. An odd event, where they both wanted the same thing, but in vastly different ways.
She spit an envenomed threat towards him, but he held his spot. Wait for it, human beings has an issue with patience, but when you were transforming into an alien predator, you learned a predator's patience. There was always a moment to strike, let it come to you. The girl tossed her little orb of light towards him, his eyes observing a small trail of heat as it neared him, and as she tossed it, Sylar darted to the right of the tunnel, bolting fowards after her. He threw up his right arm, guarding his face as he passed the moment of explosion. He felt the force hit his arm, smashing his arm back against his face, bruising his cheek further, as well as the tissue beneath the armor.
He was going to have a pounding headache all through the night and possibly the following few days after this. He kept his sprint though, his lungs sucking putrid oxygen from the sewer air to fuel his rush. It took his eyes a moment to make sense of the heat after another of Tses's little flashbangs, but he could see her slip and lose her grip, dropping to the ground. Sylar was on her in a moment, but instead of striking the girl down, he reached down and grasped the girl's throat, lifting her up off the ground. "You're a tough one girl, but these aren't your streets." He told her sternly, pinching on her throat. Sylar just wanted to pass out, to give up.
"This is my world." He glared at her, his face clearly visible to her now, his hair somewhat slicked back from sweat and effort, the scraggly red mane revealing a boy's face, infected with his mutation. "Time to sleep now..." He whispered, his tail curling up and rising to where she could see it, light relecting off the blade. However, Sylar had no intention of impaling Tses, instead he pulled back his left hand, clenching it into a fist and aiming to punch the girl in the gut. He hoped he wouldn't crack any more bones, but the loss of the air in her lungs would hopefully neuter any fight left in her.
The contact of ground to skin felt like Tses had been thrown, pain stinging through every injury in her body. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe, winded and stunned. The claws on her throat took away whatever air was left, and tears pricked her eyes finally, running down her still bleeding face. Her head was spinning, her pulse racing, blood flowing faster down her arm and accelerating the rate of blood loss.
Run... There was nowhere left to run.
Fight... There was no way left to fight.
Surrender... She would never, ever surrender.
She kept her chin up, tried her best to stay brave, and accepted the fate that awaited her. The voice broke through the pain and she stared at him, pain and finally fear settling in her expression. The claws cut her skin, like a small bite on her flesh. The fight was over.
She had lost.
The fist hit her gut, her last breathe of oxygen forced out with a pained cry, then everything spun... she couldn't breathe, she couldn't get away, couldn't fight. But at least, as the darkness took her, she knew she wouldn't feel the pain. She had fought. In her mind, nothing else mattered.
Sylar held the girl up by her throat, unable to truly see her expression, or read the emotions in her eyes. He could however, see the weakness in her as she finally lost the fight. He felt his fist smack into her gut, a powerful thud, but not a fatal blow. He didn't want to kill her, he didn't want to kill any mutant. But he couldn't have her stumbling into his lair and getting curious like certain other women he knew. "You're way too feisty, I'd be scared of you at your best." He referred to her, lowering the bleeding unconscious Tses down to the ground and propping her against the wall of the tunnel.
She'd made it all the way to a ladder, which sort of made things simpler for Sylar. He could just carry her out of her, dump her in an alley and be done with it. But he'd banged her up pretty bad, the human boy inside felt a bit guilty about this. But he didn't really know much about treating anything, or any doctors. He bent down, letting his eyes read every aspect of the thermals her body gave off. He couldn't see like a regular person, but blood was warm, and when a person bled, that warmth leaked from the wound, before sputtering out as it cooled to match the air around it.
He took off his shirt, though dirty and damp from sweat, it was the only cloth he had. He wiped the blood from where he could find it, letting his mind wander as he tried to figure out what to do with her. Then he realized, he could just drop her off at a hospital or something. But she was a mutant...maybe a hospital might be bad for her. Sylar didn't trust regular people, and this girl had picked a fight the first chance she had. Maybe a place more appropriate for mutants. He could just take her to the Mansion, that place was almost aggressive in how kind it was to mutant kind.
"Well, I know where to take you...now how to get you there." Sylar sat for a moment, wondering if he could make it carrying the girl to the Mansion. He wasn't even sure where he was, in the confusion of the whole fight he'd let his mind wander, missing out on the usual cues he made use of for direction. He reached down and picked Tses up, cradling her in his arms for a moment. " Mutant girls are way too much work." He jumped a bit off the ground, latching onto a rung of the ladder, climbing upwards towards the surface.
A quick punch of his left claw and the manhole popped off like the cap of an champagne bottle, revealing the soft daylight of the world above. Sylar couldn't see the sun, nor it's rays of warming light, but he could feel them. The warmth of morning air, and the smell of day time. "Crap." He said aloud, it was morning, meaning he stook out like a sore thumb. He gripped the girls form, and escaped from his dark world to sneak through hers. His form stuck easily to the side of a building as he climbed upwards, to get a better view of the area and pick up on the smells mixed with the wind.
The mansion was some distance away, nothing he couldn't cover quickly at full speed but he was stuck carrying this injured girl. And sprinting along and jumping nimbly from building to building would probably be bad for a broken rip and whatever other injury's she has. He did however, proceed to cover some of the distance between them and the mansion. Sylar could still jog pretty well holding her, and the jumps were fine as long as he had a good hold of her. However should she wake up as he traversed the city, this trip was going to be alot worse.