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.
Fiona watched as Terrance had difficulty coming to her. Narrowing her eyes, she saw that the man was becoming an animal, and like an animal he could barely control himself. Raising an eyebrow, she shot a glance at the man behind the counter before walking closer to Terrance.
"Terrance... Calm down." she said, almost in a whisper, as she placed a hand on his bristly face.
In doing so, she felt another presence within him, an aggressive presence that was intimidating enough to make her gasp. She had never felt such a feeling from Terrance before, and attempting to flood his senses with calm and understanding once again, she concentrated on siphoning the negative energy from the man.
"Terrance... Calm down." she said, almost in a whisper, as she placed a hand on his bristly face.
::She'll do nothin' bu' 'arm ya..jus' like...'ER...:: It whispered, taunting him. Terran closed his eyes, feeling her hand on his face. The monster was convincing. Why would she not betray him like SHE did? But..her voice..why wouldn't she be there to help? His mind quarreled back and forth. There was a sensation of soothing, of a calm ripple rushing into his veins. He breathed softly, before his eyes snapped open again. ::No!:: Without thinking his hand shot out and pushed Fiona towards the bar counter. His grip on her tightened and he opened his jaw, drool hanging from inside. ::Yes...yes....THis is wha' ya wan'!:: It screamed.
Fiona felt the push and tug of emotions through Terrance as he struggled to control himself. Finally feeling the aggression spill over, she sensed what was to happen a split second before it did--not enough to let her move over. With a gasp, she was sent flying backwards into the bar counter, feeling the deep thud of its edge against her back. Before gaining her breath she had his hand clamped over her throat, her breath coming in gasps.
Her raw instincts could tell she was losing oxygen, and the survivalist within her began to take over. Clutching at his hands, she tried to scratch them off, as her psyche flooded his. Rushing him with all the power she had, she fought fiercely to control him, to make him calm down. In her mind, she heard the other voice, the feral beast that controlled him.
"LET ME GO!!" she thundered mentally, her power becoming unstable.
The chanting of the monster coninued in his mind, ::She's weak..nothin'...weak...easy..:: It seemed to go on forever till there was a blast of unnatural power flooding into his brain and his entire system.
[glow=red,2,300]"LET ME GO!!" she thundered mentally, her power becoming unstable. [/glow]
He was knocked back, snarling and collapsing on the floor. His head rammed a wall on the way back and he slumped over. He was motionless. The thoughts stopped coming. The wall he had hit had a blood stain where he hit his head.Which had fel like he did it really hard. He couldn't move. Nothing was regestering. That power. What was it? How did...she...
Fiona felt the refreshing gulp of air flood her windpipe as she saw Terran get knocked backwards. Gasping for air, she looked at his sprawled body. She felt drained, her body never having had to use that much power before.
"I'm sorry," she said, as she dusted herself off, "I think that was your body finally giving in to me with such force that I think you really hurt yourself."
Considering walking over to him, she stopped. She stayed right where she was, waiting for his next move.
[glow=red,2,300]"I'm sorry," she said, as she dusted herself off, "I think that was your body finally giving in to me with such force that I think you really hurt yourself."
Considering walking over to him, she stopped. She stayed right where she was, waiting for his next move. [/glow]
He could hear her speak but he couldn't reply. There was a spurt of blood. It came from Terrance's mouth as he coughed it up. He blinked a couple of times, his vision blurred from the blood dripping down his forehead. He moaned, raising his head weakly and trying to focus on what was going on. He started to get up but there was a stab of seering pain and he shot back down, groaning. His body froze and his eyes widened as another stab of pain came sending him into a spasm. "Gcckh." He gasped, as he heard his ribs snap and move around inside of him. "God....why now.." He gasped, as he writhed. His bones continued their grotesque moving and cracking. Terran's back arched as he let out a yelp of pain. His yell turned into a howl as his face formed a bestial snout and all his teeth sharpened as well. Dark brown-black fur started to sprout on his body, and his changes continued as moaned, and uttered beast-like noises.
Fiona watched in horror as she realized that he wasn't through. Following his every move, she watched as he began to turn into a giant beast, hulking fur and fangs included.
"Oh my God." whispered Fiona, as she powerless to do anything.
Thinking quickly, she leaned over the bar counter and looked for a firearm of any sort, being nowhere as surprised as she should have been to see two teenagers behind the counter. Finding only a small .9 mm Smith and Wesson, she took a hold of it, hoping it wouldn't come to shots.
"Well, don't just stand there." she said to Dakota, waiting to see if he could contribute to anything.
[glow=red,2,300]"Oh my God." whispered Fiona, as she powerless to do anything. [/glow]
::Ya 'ave nothin' lef'...you will le' me IN!!:: It shouted in his pyche. Terrance was no longer Terrance. He had been sucked into the voice allowing it to take over. Terrance was now the monster.
It rose, the rippings of Terrance's clothes slid to the floor. It stood there whimpering at first, giving the impression it was harmless. Then the monster roared, drool dripping from it's massive jaw. ::Flesh...:: The rest was incoherrant rambles of hunger. It leaped towards a horrified woman in the corner who was crying and trying to keep out of the way. The blonde haired lady screamed when she saw the large monster running towards her, jaw snapping and snarling. Terrance was lost in his hunger and overwhelmed by the power of the monster.
Which is about the time Calley stopped thinking calmly to himself, Hey, another shifter. That's cool, and decided that he was suicidal. Which was stupid on two counts: 1) he wasn't suicidal. Really, he wasn't. And 2) if he was suicidal, than he'd already promised himself his dying efforts would go to futilely spiting the Scary Boss Man by forcing him to dry clean his apartment walls.
Additionally, he wasn't the hero type. He was more the "ignore that bullet shot and go back to sleep" type. But Terran was freaking him out, the woman didn't seem like she was in a hurry to repeat that toss-the-werewolf-into-the-wall trick of hers, and he'd been starting on his forth beer about the time this had all started. So...
So Calley shifted. Since he was getting a bit drunk, he shifted to cat--it was what he knew. Since he wasn't suicidal--really, he wasn't--his body took that order and skewed it a little. He thought Well there goes those clothes, and Stupid bell, and then it was like a bad scene from a horror movie. Fiona had best look behind her, 'cause there was a tiger perched on the counter top. A freaking huge Bengal tiger. With a collar. With a bell.
Stupid collar, he thought to himself, jumping clear over Fiona's head to tackle the wolfman. A wiser thought would have been: Thank God this body has just about the same connections as a house cat, 'cause otherwise I'd be screwed. He'd never learned to use a body this quickly. Miraculously, all his legs seemed connected to the right neurons. But why be thankful for that, when he could be letting his mind get distracted by the cute tinking of that stupid bell? Genius.
Seriously, Dakota, he thought, you can help out any time. The guy was probably doing something cool-sounding but really annoying, like "assessing their powers" or "picking his nose".
Calley really wasn't the heroic type. If the wolfman didn't tear him to shreds, he was just as likely to follow this tackle with an escape out the door as he was to keep fighting for the random woman he'd just met. Nope, that was a lie. He was already thinking way more about the door than the woman.
"Isabel," she said simply to the collared kid who sputtered about with several different titles, giving an amused smile at his reaction. He seemed to be coughing up more beer than he was actually ingesting. Isabel herself was having a much easier time with her red wine, already having experience with such an alcoholic beverage before as well as remaining able to keep her cough reflex from acting up when she swallowed it down. She was only paying mild attention to the conversations being held, making a mental note of everyone's name as they offered introductions. At the mention of mutants, however, her full attention was on Mr. Dakota 'Parasite' Crane, again quirking a brow and then rolling her eyes as he caused the bartender to go unconscious. Man, did that kid like to flaunt himself or what? Ah well, at least that meant free drinks for everyone until the tender came to.
Well, wasn't this Terran fellow just a ray of sunshine? Apparently the free drinks prospect of the deal had never occurred to him. Humph, males. They always had to end up starting a fight over the littlest things, especially when alcohol was involved. "You idiots. Haven't you ever heard the expression 'there's no use crying over spilled milk'?" she interjected before she felt a tug on her hand and was led behind the counter by the collared kid, Calley. Politely, she declined his offer of the bar's popcorn and instead shuffled through a few bottles, pulling out a Bacardi. Ha, take that Mr. Parasite! Popping the cap, she took a swig of the vodka and leaned against the back counter of the bar, watching the newest arrival strut her stuff, that little claming wave easily taking its effect as she simply relaxed.
Alright, now things were staring top get out of hand. First that Fiona woman is tossing people around like a sack of potatoes, Mr. Sunshine goes all grr argh rawr and now Calley has shifted into a big ass tiger. So much for a quiet evening at a bar. Well, since everyone else was playing the mutant card, Isabel figured it couldn't do much more harm if she joined in. Settling down the Bacardi bottle she climbed up and over the top of the bar, a long sword-like spine of bone growing from the palm of her right hand as she followed the tiger's path and quickly made her way over to big and fuzzy Terran, placing herself between him and the woman he was after. She wasn't about to get blamed for a murder or tagged as an accomplice if it wasn't her fault. Holding out her weaponized arm, the blade nearly doubling it's length, she stared right at the werewolf, showing nothing but determined irritation. "Back off," she said, the only warning the was willing to give the guy.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
[glow=red,2,300]Holding out her weaponized arm, the blade nearly doubling it's length, she stared right at the werewolf, showing nothing but determined irritation. "Back off," she said, the only warning the was willing to give the guy. [/glow]
The monster stopped in its tracks, seeming as for once amused by the little girl in it's path. It's eyes showed a hint of laughter. As it's brow arched up, it appeared it was enjoying itself. Not only for the thrill of the kill. But TO kill. When it killed, it deepened it's hunger for bloodlust. And how good it would taste for a nice large gulp of flesh tenderized with blood. . ::Cute..Fer a meat sack...:: It taunted, as it tilted it's head. It snarrled a glutteral snarl, the noise coming deep within it's throat. ::Wan'ed tha' lovely li'lle thing o'er there.....bu' ya will do jus' fine...::
The fur on the monster stood on end as it opened it's mouth and it lifted onto it's back legs, causing it to tower over the girl even more. ::I wonder wha' ya taste like...:: It mused, apparently bored with his surrounding of the blonde haired woman. ::Af'ter 'er....I wan' Mr. Parasite...then..Kitty ca'..:: When this thought had flittered in it's mind, it charged towards Isabel, non-caring about her weapon. At this point it had no thought against pain, just satifying its hunger.
Okay, so the dramatic lunge had missed. Three and a quarter bottles hadn't done much to make adjusting to a new form easier. Hadn't helped his eye-paw coordination much, either. But he was pretty sure he had it figured out now. Yeah. But since wolfie's attention was so nicely distracted... Calley impolitely began to show himself the door.
Then reality caught up with him. Wolfie was distracted by what now? Calley's large muzzle swung back around, an unhappy rumble starting up in his chest. You do not mess with my prettiest meal ticket, Mister.
Issie seemed to be guarding the newcomer--Fiona, was it? All right, then. He was still sober enough to think that getting between the wolf man and his Isabel wasn't the best idea. Pretty unnecessary, too--he had an almost religious faith in the girl who had killed police like they were mice. But if Issie wanted the new woman guarded, then guarded she would be. He put himself between Big Bad Snarly and the Lady, giving a nod and a flip of his tail to the girl in the green bow. I've got it covered. Kick ass, Issie.
Teeth, claws and one hell of a lot of fur all coming her way, and fast too, like some big fuzzy train. Isabel had expected as much. It wasn't everyday that a werewolf simply headed to a person's threats. They wouldn't exactly be those big bad bloodthirsty beasties of legend if they did, now would they? She only cast a brief glance at the big tiger as he decided to back her up, an action she appreciated greatly. It wasn't everyday someone would watch your back when you're dealing with big furry mutants.
So as to avoid those big pointy teeth and claws from sinking any dangerous depth into her flesh, a layer of bone armor was formed beneath her skin, its density hardening until it could be likened to the hardness of steel. Ducking down and to the right, she jabbed at the werewolf with her weapon, lodging the tip in between two of his ribs as she did her best to keep her balance. With a sort of taunting grin she gave a little twist of her arm, aiming to break those ribs the sword had come in contact with. Isabel wasn't exactly the most considerate girl around when it came to another person's well being in a fight, especially when that person is trying to eat you.
I’m just a well-adjusted gal who likes to leave a serious amount of mayhem in her wake.
OOC: Sorry for not replying for so long. I went to bed
IC: Dakota saw that big monster attacking Isabel. He started to rapidly absorb energy from the beast. The beast would start to almost fall down. He would feel totally exhausted. Dakota then looked to Fiona. "Nice to meet ya. The name's Dakota "Parasite" Crane." With all the energy he had from the faultering/exhausted beast, Dakota started to mold the energy in the air around the beast. The beast was suddenly thrown onto the ground due to gravity being dramatically increased. The beast could barely move.
Fiona stood with the currently useless gun in her hand watching the others use their particular abilities to tame the beast. Shaking her head, she tossed the gun aside, knowing that she could never shoot at Terrance no matter how much she tried. She tried to clear her mind of her friend attacking her long enough to concentrate, but it was almost useless; all she could picture was his face mixed into hatred and aggression, and all of it pointed towards her.
Around her however, there was the combined efforts of the tiger, the girl, and Dakota--all a tremendous force. But she could still read his emotions... She was still tied to him, and she could feel he was only rising in anger. Intertwining herself into the beast's psyche, she tried to reach into his mind deep enough to find Terrance, and maybe restore a bit of control to him.
'Terrance, I know you can hear me. Control him!' she called mentally, her mind beginning to really grasp control of reaching into a psyche.