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.
Character's full name: Sylus Ivander Kade Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Soot Gender: Male Age: 37 Date of Birth: June 30, 1973 Nationality/ Ethnicity: Caucasian Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Chandler, Arizona Current Dwelling: The back of a stolen 2003 Mazda Tribute
Appearance
Hair color and style: Short black hair Eyes: Grey Height: 5’ 11” Weight: 193 lbs Build: Medium build Visible mutation: none Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: burn scars on both hands (more on palms than the tops), Tattoo of medieval dragon winding down and around right arm ends with open mouth right above burn scars. Left wrist has tattoo of blazing bonfire with smoke rising up and around arm. Last tattoo across upper back and shoulders of a date written in embers surrounded in smoke. 6/ 17/2010 Other Features: N/A
Everyday clothing style: Khaki cargo shorts with ashes stained on them. Black tennis shoes . Variety of t shirts. Uniform: not yet affiliated so no uniform. Sleepwear: Black pajama pants. T shirt Miscellaneous clothing. Silver ring on right ring finger. Variety of lighters and matches on his person.
Character
Personality: Casual and sarcastic during everyday life. When speaking about religion and during his ritual arsons he is fanatic and bold. Hobbies/ Interests: Arson. Smoking cigars. Card games. Burning ants with a magnifying glass. Driving. Job or part time job and description: Arsonist. Done the old fashion way: gasoline and matches. Religious zealot Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Afraid of divine retribution from his god Scora who tends the forge of life. Special talents: Breaking and entering. shrapnel and incendiary explosive making, Did HS and College wrestling plus a small stint of aikido training. Good at card games: especially euchre.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Would be seen by the outside world as evil or sadistic. Considers himself the agent of an ancient god of fire.
Mutations
Mutation description:: Can turn into a cloud of smoke at will. This cloud is equal in proportion to the mass of his body. Can only sustain this form for 5 to 8 min. The longer he stays as a cloud the more it will tax him mentally. This exhaustion comes physically when he returns to a solid form. Soot also converts anything that is on his person into smoke as well. Thus his clothing, keys, matches and lighters all stay with him when he goes into smoke form. This does not apply to any other living creature or anything bigger than a baseball bat. Note: Soot cannot create smoke beyond the mass of his own body. He also cannot create smoke at all in solid form.
Strengths: Makes him hard to hit or capture. Weaknesses: no offense in smoke form just lots of evasion and escape routes.
Secondary mutation description: Can control the movement of smoke around him while he is in both solid and gaseous form. This allows him a form of flight when he puffs into smoke and allows for the smoke to make a human sillhouette.
Strengths: allows for a form of flight.. Can make interesting smoke rings and shapes when he smokes cigars. Weaknesses: no offensive capabilities
Fighting Style
Explanation: Grapple and control the situation. Use leverage and opponent against himself in the form of throws and painful holds. If all else fails Soot carries a can of spray deodorant on him at all times so he can use it and a lighter as a makeshift flamethrower. Plan B is to burn the enemy and the area around him, then rise away with the rest of the smoke.
Pros for fighting style: Good at close quarters combat. Mutant ability makes him naturally hard to hit.
Cons for fighting style: No long range capabilities unless he steals a gun.
Faction Allegiance Currently unaffiliated, may be convinced to join some cause or another. As long as there is plenty of opportunity to scorch people alive.
History Of Your Character: Sylus Ivander Kade was born on a hot arid day in June. In a lonely clinic in the desert in a small town of Arizona. An uncomplicated birth even given the “unsatisfactory conditions” of the clinic. His mother’s words. Her plans of a safe clean birth in a high tech hospital in a big city were ruined by the overheating of the engine in their beat up rusting truck. Perhaps it was meant to be, for the arid desert of his birth would become not only the happiest place in Sylus’s childhood, but also the terrain of his rebirth.
Sylus, or as his childhood friends called him, “Kade” loved the desert surrounding his home and school. It was perfect for tag or riding bikes. And at night the stars and moon illuminated his whole town. Revealing the wonder of the universe above him. Each night he would sneak to the top of their town house and gaze upward. Wondering what the future held. During weekends and on colder nights, Sylus would sit with his father and look to the sky. The light from his father’s home-made chimenea dancing on the walls of the stone fence surrounding their backyard. On these nights his father would tell stories and sing songs to his children.
Kade’s fascination with fire began there, around that stone chimney and it only grew. During his early teen years he was caught several times with his friends burning away small brush fires in the desert or playing with fireworks and homemade explosives. To his mother, Kade was a troublesome child until H igh School. She gave him countless lectures on the possibilities of wildfires and the danger of playing with fireworks. Beyond these she would joke around the situation calling him “her little pyro.”
When High School came around, Sylus’s pyromania did not decrease, his urges were not abated. They simply became more controlled as he became smarter. His burning went from fires and explosives to smoking. At age 17 he was smoking cigarettes at least twice a day, and played with his lighter all day, even in class. While this went unnoticed by his mother and neglected by his father, a heavy smoker, his wrestling coach would have nothing of it. He would constantly scorn Sylus about his “ugly habit” and how it would “affect his prominent career as a wrestler.” Prominent was the wrong word. Talented yet lazy would have been better. Still, no one could complain about the results. His HS career carried him into college. Where the smoking, wrestling, and pyromania continued, while mixed in with the rest of the partying, schoolwork, and womanizing that had to be done. After a short 5 years Kade graduated with a degree in construction management.
He exited college and went to Phoenix, gaining work experience and muscle as he built for a construction company. His calloused hands were leathery and rough, toned and toughened by the everyday labor. This “grunt work” as he called it. Continued for 3 more years until, with hard work and American Spirit, he had the money, influence, experience, and skill to start his own company. Things were looking up for Sylus, no more so than when he met the girl of his dreams.
She was a short woman, 5’5” or 5’4” at most. With brunette hair and a brilliant laugh. Her Irish Catholic roots showed through her gentle nature. A brilliant cook and excellent listener, Katherine was the perfect woman for Sylus. She worked part time as a substitute English teacher, and whenever she wasn’t busy, her nose was in a novel. Sylus loved this about her, and when they moved into small house together, with silver engagement rings on both their fingers, He built a small pottery chimenea. He put it right in the corner of their rock fenced backyard. So he could tell stories to her and his eventual children.
This happiness and success would not last. On June 17 2010 Sylus sat and told Katherine a story around the chiminea. He smoked a cigar and they held each other and wondered about what the future held for them as they stared at the starlit sky. She went to bed early. He let her go with a soft ”love you.” And as he stared at the stars he thought that they held no mystery for him, that he truly had no real hardships ahead of him. Sylus sat and tended the fire, and a smile touched face. All was right in his world.
Yet as we learn the hard way, life has a way of kicking you in the teeth. Sylus had left only embers in the chimenea that night. But heavy wind soon swept them out the open front and into the underbrush. Which soon caught fire, and in the arid desert that was his home, Sylus’s house started burning. On a walk, smoking a stogie, he saw the smoke at the other end of the street, the flickering, dancing light of his childhood now danced around the block, emitted by the growing blaze that now held his fiance within. His cigar hit concrete within seconds, just after the first slap of his bare feet hitting at a dead sprint. Rushing past the on looking neighbors, Sylus kicked down the front door and ran up the stairs. The light and heat around him was intense as he ran up the smoldering stairs. The fire was burning through the house rapidly, and minor flames licked his skin. He emerged into their bedroom. Pushing through the smoke and coughing his lungs out he crouched low. Looking through the smog he saw Katherine passed out and trapped under a burning support beam.
He had lifted these beams before, many times in his work. And as he grasped the flaming obstruction he lifted with all his might. He screamed as his hands burned. Still, the beam soon hit the floor. Grabbing his unconscious fiance he turned towards the door and found himself surrounded by fire. With no easy escape in sight, Sylus sank to his knees. Weeping into the hair of the woman he loved Sylus Ivander Kade watched the fire for what he thought was the last time. The crackling around him still seemed comforting Broken by the sound of sirens that were too late to save anyone. As the floor beneath him began to crumble. Sylus said I love you one last time to his wife. The floor broke, yet as she cascaded into darkness below, Kade began to rise. One with the wind, he moved beyond his own house and later collapsed in the desert. Exhausted, he cried himself to sleep.
His dreams that night had nothing but flames and smoke. It all surrounded a giant man working a forge fed by the souls of those who burned. These souls then breeded new creations. Fueling the next generation of life. This man said “ I am Scora, he who tends the forge of life. Know this my son: destruction breeds creation, and for life to resume the old must be burned away. Go when you awake, feed my forge, and all that you wish will be yours.” (Note: Scora is not a real god, he is simply a dream that Soot converts into his own religious delusions. In all likelihood he will never see or hear Scora again)
When he awoke, Sylus Ivander Kade had dry eyes. The sacrifice he went through on the worst night of his life suddenly showed a new more grand purpose. His love was gone and this loss bred a hint of madness in his grey eyes. Standing, he stared at the sun, the great fire in the sky. Vowing to light the fire for his new god, Soot stood and once again became one with the wind.
Roleplay: If you first looked at his methods, Soot would be the world’s dumbest arsonist. He began by pouring gasoline at the front door and all other entrances, Continuing by bathing the first floor room by room until he reached the stairs. He walked up the stairs at a slow pour, his shoes making a squish sound of the new wet carpet. Half high off the petroleum fumes, he would continue with the upper floors, soaking every inch of every room but the master bedroom. It was in this room that he would tie up the occupants of the home with ropes and gags. Then, singing one of the songs his father sung to him, he would splash gas in a circle around the bed, light a book of matches, and let it drop unto the waiting trail of fuel. Then he would wait with those he brought to the door of Scora’s Forge.
Tonight it was an elderly couple. They wept and screamed against the gags as they heard splashing and movement downstairs. They looked into each other’s eyes the same way that Sylus had looked down at his wife. The sharp smell of gas hit their noses as they heard footsteps on the stairs. In time with those steps came a cheery folk song about the promised land. He came into the room in khakis and a smile on his face. With no shirt on they could see the burn marks on his body and every tattoo. Soot finished his work in the bedroom and threw the empty can in a corner. Sitting at the end of the bed he sat and stared at the room around him, glancing at the couple tied up behind him. Their eyes were wide and afraid. He sighed and reached for a side pocket in his shorts. Taking out a book of matches, he lit the whole thing, watching it burn for a second. The couple screamed through the gags. He sighed and with a flick of his wrist set alight the carpet. The flame spread along the path of the fuel. It spread quickly. Surrounding the bed in flames. Once again the crackle and spit of a large fire greeted Sylus. He smiled, even though dark memories touched his thoughts. Thoughts of burned hands and the smell of scorched flesh. Of firelight dancing across every wall. Of a woman he loved, and hoped to one day see again. He spoke aloud.
“ Destruction breeds creation. You are only the next bit of fuel in the forge of life. I know you do not understand, but please, rejoice. Your souls will bring on the next generation. You have lived a life full of energy and enjoyment. Your souls will soon feed the fires of creation. Through Scora you will be reborn.”
He took out their gags. “ I give you the same mercy I was given.”
“The time to say goodbye.”
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Welcome! I hope you enjoy yourself here, and I look forward to roleplaying with you at some time. I'm sure my heroic character would have some rather interesting reactions to your burning personality, pun intended.
