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.
Situated before them, Vicente really could not believe the sight he beheld. In the midst of the twisted trees and sickly looking waters, down near the bank of this abandoned pathway they walked, Vicente paused as he took in the sight. Pressed against the banks, half sticking in the water and half sticking out, he stared at what looked to be like a very old and sunken paddle boat. The water lapped up against its aged wooden planks while birds could be seen perched against the rotting wood, nipping at whatever termites happened to stick their heads out.
Vicente arched a brow as he turned to look at Reaper. He smirked as he shook his head.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said as he nodded to the paddle boat. “This is where he lives?”
Reaper smirked and shrugged. “What? Did you expect a four star hotel? Come on, he won’t give us much time and he hates to be kept waiting.”
Vicente watched as Reaper trudged ahead. Shaking his head he simply nodded as he shoved their hostage forward. Following closely behind the pair of them made their way to the sunken paddle boat and the only person that could help them…if he chose to give his help…
The rest of the trek to the paddle boat was a dangerous seeming one. Vicente and Reaper, along with their human cargo, arrived at the edge of the back and were immediately assaulted by a variety of insects and could see the lazily swimming bodies of alligators as they drifted by. At first glance it seemed like it was nearly impossible for them to make it inside but as they crept up to it, Vicente peered close and saw something like looked like a rickety, yet slightly newer, metal ladder as it hung from the side. He walked up to, with Reaper and their hostage at his side, and gazed up at it.
Vicente glanced at Reaper and waved for her to take the lead.
“Ladies first.” Reaper smirked but conceded and stepped forward.
She grabbed the first rung and slowly began to heft herself up. Vicente watched, eyes following her curves as he carried herself up to the rim of the boat. Once she was securely up to and he saw her swing her leg over, he waited. She gave them the okay and he quickly followed suit.
Though for most people this task would have proven to be difficult with the bound third wheel, Vicente really was a muscular man. Easily he hefted their tag-along onto his shoulder and began to haul him upwards while he climbed. That is not to say it was easy, but he did carry the man with all his might. When he finally reached the top, he grunted as he hauled their cargo over the rim for Reaper to take care of and quickly rejoined her.
Vicente breathed heavily as he glanced around the paddle boat. He felt as if it would fall apart at any second. The sooner they got out of here, the better.
“Let’s go,”she said and began to lead the way inside.
Vicente followed Reaper into the bowels of the paddle boat, keeping their hostage firmly in hand. As they crept in, he could not take his eyes off the scenery around him. The boat really was just falling away, splinters of wood and plaster crumbled around them, glass from the windows were cracked, old furniture was splintered or upturned, none of it look comfortable. But the most disturbing of all, at least from what Vicente could identify, was the sound of heavy and labored breathing. The assassin had no idea what could be making that sound since there was no way that it sounded human.
But as they crept on, past the moss covered, tilted floorboards, around the vines and disgusting slimes, he quickly discovered exactly what that sound was issuing forth rom.
Reaper was the first to see them. As she led Vicente on, she rounded a corner and spied, on the far side of the ballroom, was a mass of four or five, extremely lumpy, fleshy forms. These… Flesh Golems were of a variety of sizes. Many of them were extremely fat looking, as if they were simply stomachs on spindly legs, while others were extremely thin to the point that only their skeletal structures could be identified. The most disturbing part of it all was that fact that none of them had faces and none of them looked to have any sort of discernable facial features. It was as if each and every single one of their personal identities were wiped away.
Vicente shook his head as she stared at the monstrous creatures. Were they human? Had they had one point been human?
Reaper visibly shuddered as she walked in. Vicente followed…
Reaper’s steps were slow, calculated, as she crept across the ballroom. The fleshy forms at the other end seemed to be an in a torpor of sorts. It was hard to tell whether or not that sound that they heard was them simply breathing or snoring as well. Whatever the case, as they crept in those creatures did not make movement to acknowledge their presence. Instead all they did was remain motionless and continued to sort and snore/breathe.
Vicente hissed as he kept their hostage gripped tightly by the arm. He nodded to Reaper.
“What the hell are those things?” he asked as he reached for his belt and began to pull a knife free.
“Customers, who couldn’t pay,” Reaper muttered in reply.
But it seemed as if her very words had awoken the numerous beasts that lay within the den. Slowly they lumbererd, beginning to move until they all had reached their feet. As they stood, they wavered briefly on their feet before they turned their disgusting frames towards both Vicente and Reaper.
The two assassin’s stopped…this was definitely not good…
Invisible eyes were turned upon them and suddenly, they all paused and, in a unified tone, suddenly cried out…
”Arrrraaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhhhffffffffppppphhhh!!!”
Their bellow voices shook the entire frame of the boat as they all screamed in unison. They then took staggering steeps, the move massive ones shaking the whole boat, as they all charged. These poor souls, these once human creatures, had nothing else on their minds but complete and utter bloodlust.
Vicente growled. He shoved back their hostage and stepped forward with Reaper at his side. He pulled another knife from his belt as he twirled them both expertly and snarled as he glared forward. Reaper pulled a pistol from the back of her jeans and aimed the barrel forward. It was obvious that neither of them were prepared for this fight but they were not going to die here, not by these abominations.
The first of the golems stumbled forward with overly fatty arms as it attempted to seize Vicente by his throat. But the assassin was quick enough to duck away, slip behind the creature and drive the blade of deep into what he assumed would be the spine.
Unfortunately due to the rolls of fatty tissue, Vicente struck nothing of importance. The creature, taking advantage of this opportunity, spun hard and grabbed him by his throat. Vicente gasped, shaking as he felt an imaginable amount of strength squeezing his neck, cutting off his air supply.
He gasped as he flailed, trying, urging himself to breathe again. But as he slashed and cut at the flabby arm, the beast did not so much as twitch in pain. Instead it was only prompted to squeeze tighter. Eyelids fluttering, Vicente looked off to the side to see that Reaper too was struggling against a pair of the golems that had her cornered.
The transformation is always excruciating but Vicente was well used to it by now. By training his body he could make the shifts without have to worry about the pain for too long. He looked past it, focused it and instead made it become incentive to make the shift all that much more faster.
While the creature attempted to squeeze the life from his throat, it would soon discover that the throat it once held onto was quickly changing and growing far different. The neck thickened, grew scaly and began to elongate. Had the creature any intelligent beyond that of an attack dog, it would have recognized that the man it held had changed drastically. Now he sported the head of a thick, vicious looking alligator. One top of this his hands that changed into that of claw-sporting, bear paws.
Thick claws dug into the skin of the attacking arm and, with a hiss, Vicente dragged his claws down, effectively cutting deep into the beast’s arm. A crimson mess was all that greeted his eyes as he felt the beast’s arm release him and fall to the ground.
Vicente sucked in air greedily as he looked up just in time to see several of the attackers had turned to face him. Reaper’s attackers too decided that he was far more important. Even though she managed to put a slug or two into each of their heads, something about those mounds of flesh they carried did not allow the bullets to penetrate far. Kill shots had become little more than flesh wounds.
Turning away from her, they headed directly for the multi-shifted assassin.
Reaper struggled as she remained knelt down, trying to catch her breath. All her attackers had turned away from her and instead focused all their attentions onto Vicente. She sighed as she quickly moved onto her feet and watched as the bear-armed Vicente lashed out and struck whichever of the golems came closest. They knew no fear, nor did they care about pain, all they knew was that they needed to destroy whoever it was that had invaded.
But Reaper knew one way. And she needed to get his attention…
Raising her gun into the air, Reaper sighed as she began to fire into the dark corners, shattering more windows and destroying more of the décor. While the noise and racket drew the golem’s attentions momentarily, it was not just their attention she wanted. It was that of the one person that she knew was watching from the darkness…
“Call them off, Adonis! Call them off right now!!!”
“Hehehe…” a voice echoed out from the shadows. “Heheheheeheheheheheh….”
Reaper and Vicente looked up, shocked and unsure of where the voice was coming from. The golems seemed to know. They were able to tell that much by the way that they all suddenly leapt up and began to cringe in fear. They had good reason to fear as well…
From the shadowy corners across the room, from through the gapping, yet blackened door, a single figure wrapped in robes as dark and black as the night itself. If this meeting were taking place a night, rather than in the middle of the day, no one would have been able to see the man at all. Those would have been lucky people indeed. No one should ever have to look at Adonis in broad daylight. And yet, here Vicente and Reaper stood, the both of them looking on in silence as a man stepped forward.
Dr. Adonis looked p, his face only partially hidden by his hood.
“To whom…may I have the pleasure?” he said with a hissing grin…
Vicente hissed as he glared forward. His sharpened teeth felt as if they were aching to sink into blood. His anger, mixed with his shifting, had made him just slightly more prone to being angry at the creatures that had attacked both him and Reaper. But most irritating was all was the puppet master that was laughing from the corner of the room. He looked like a disheveled, wrinkly old man with the most terrifying yellow eyes that he had ever seen. They were full of such malice and hatred that Vicente could have sworn that he was staring at the devil himself.
Another of the flesh golem’s came near and he snapped his elongated jaws towards it. The golem winced recoiled again unsure of where to turn its attentions anymore. It shied as its master took another step into the room.
Dr. Adonis, as Reaper had called him, chuckled insanely as he stepped forward, his hands hanging down against his chest. He smirked as he looked to Reaper, but his attentions had turned fully onto Vicente, eyeing him up and down as if he were an exhibition of sorts.
“My, my,” he cackled. “How…extraordinary…”
“Adonis…” Reaper started to say.
“Silence you little wench,” he said with a casual laugh.
Never judge a book by its cover. Vicente should have learned this lesson by now but apparently the assassin was too busy showing off his muscles and trying to be terrifying to actually take any heed in it. He charged with everything that he had, snapping his jaws and readying his massive bear claws. But as he came within striking distance of Adonis, the old man suddenly got a twinkle in his eye as his mouth twisted into that of a most sadistic and twisted grin…
“Stupid boy…”
Slowly his arm raised, hand held upward, and flicked his wrist.
His creatures, the golems, shrieked in terror at the sight that gesture and cowered all the more because of it…
As Vicente came closer, he barely noticed Adonis’ gesture…but he sure felt it. Suddenly he found himself grinding to a halt, his body completely frozen in place. There was no cold, no quick drying cement he stood in, nothing like that. Instead all he found himself completely at a standing still, as if he were no longer in control of his own body. He gasped as he tried to move, but all he could do was blink as Adonis took a step towards him.
Adonis cackled.
“Sooo…interesting…” he muttered as he crept closer. “Such a…living Chimera. Suffice it to say, I have tried my own experiments at achieving such a feat…” he turned as he grinned to his golems. “all have turned out to be failures…”
“W-What…are you doing…?”
Adonis strolled around Vicente, inspecting him up and down. “You see, you are not the only one with certain…talents…”
Upon saying this he twisted his wrist again. Vicente screamed in an amount of pain that he never thought was imaginable….
Reaper held out her hand, wanting to stop this madness but she knew of Adonis’ reputation. He was an insane bastard who took every sadistic pleasure in torturing his victims, especially if he found them interesting. If she tried to intervene, he would only take a personal offense to that and would not even allow them a chance to say their piece. The whole trip would have been for naught and they would be suffering just as much as those golems who cringed and cried in the corner of the room.
But still, as she stood there, she watched as Vicente cried out, gasping in pain and struggling to make any movement on his own accord. Of course Adonis allowed none of this.
Reaper took a few, careful steps forward as she watched.
Adonis was holding up a single hand in front of Vicente’s chest. In horror she watched as Vicente’s very skin began to crawl, undulate and bubble as it tried to rip away from his body and merge with that gnarled, open palm. The huge mound of flesh that was attempting to rip away caused Vicente such incredible pain that his shifts began to return to human form.
The bones cracked and reshaped as flesh replaced scales and fur. Before long all Reaper could see was Vicente’s hurt and suffering face. His mouth gapped in pain, his eyes wincing as they remained tightly closed…it was complete an utter pain that he was in.
She had to help him. But Adonis…he…he was just too interested…
His watched the transformation take place and his eyes could not help but be impressed at the side of his. His searching, yellowed eyes scanned Vicente’s face, eyeing the spots where he witnessed the transformation be the most prominent. It was as if he were looking at an insect inside of a glass, eyeing it, spying it, and waiting everything since one of its movements for the most significant of changes. Vicente was little more than an experiment for him, a lab animal for him to look over and scrutinize until he was tired of him.
“The individual changes, the melding of human and animal flesh…” he laughed as he twirled his fingers. More skin bubbled and attempted to split away from Vicente’s body. “…simply beautiful.”
“Aaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
Vicente gasped as his body involuntarily twitched from the amount of pain that he was being subjected to. He would have liked nothing more than the rip the man’s face clean off his skull but his brain was overloading with such agony that he really didn’t know how to process anything other than screaming. His body was quickly becoming exhausted as every nerve ending was firing and he did not dare look down to see what the man was doing to his skin. He could feel every inch of it but he dared no look for fear of completely losing his composure.
At the moment…he sincerely wanted to cry.
“Hehehehe….you sing so beautifully…” Adonis said as he raised his other hand, ready to continue the chorus…
“Adonis?” Reaper’s voice suddenly, softly asked from off to the side. “Please…”
Adonis turned and hissed at Reaper.
“You dare?” He asked his once jovial face now twisting in the very darkness itself…
Invisible hands released Vicente and the assassin crumbled to the ground with an exhausted sigh. He struggled as his entire body felt like it was on fire, especially his chest. He dared to brush his hands where he had felt Adonis’ power take place. His skin was all smooth and settled where it was, but it burned as if the brands of Hell itself had been placed against his skin. He shuddered as he tried to keep from vomiting at the thought of what he had just been through.
Adonis…he was gifted too? This was…this was absolutely insane. For the longest time Vicente thought that he was one of only a select few, but suddenly he was running into so many of them. First Reaper, then Terra, and now Adonis? It was utterly insane! The gods had shined their blessing upon all of them and yet so many of them spit in the face of his deities. Sacrilegious, all of it.
But as he weakly opened his eyes, he could see across the room the cowering shapes of the flesh golems who were still cringing in fear. No wonder they did so. If they had to go through what Adonis did him throughout their entire bodies, and done in a more permanent manner, he simply could not imagine the pain, both physically and psychologically…
The man was a monster…and he was crazy…
But the worst part of it was that he had turned his attentions onto Reaper now. He advanced on her, his teeth bared and his hands gnarled and clawed as he crept…
“N-No…” was all he could weakly muttered, unable to sit up from his hands and knees…