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.
Noah pulled his jacket tighter around himself, trying to block out the slight chill in the air, and the rain that was barely beginning to spit. It had been a dreary day, both indoors and outdoors; the emergency room had been unusually busy that evening, and he'd stayed five hours past his shift end time, leaving him to walk home at nearly 2 in the morning.
His apartment wasn't too far from the hospital, so he didn't even own a car anymore, but the rain and the time of night didn't make it a pleasant walk tonight. He was tired, and he desperately needed a drink after a particularly rough end to the night.
A five year old boy, hit by a car. Nothing they could do.
He was nearly home, though. He would settle in, have a few beers, and sleep for the whole five or so hours before he had to be back at the hospital for his next shift.
His plans were halted, though, when two men stepped out of a recessed doorway in front of him. He skidded to a halt, taking a step back when he saw the glint of a knife under the dimming streetlight.
"Wallet, now," one of the men said in a strained, rough voice as the other man circled around behind Noah. Noah put his hands up, slowly, as the one with the knife stepped closer, his movements jerky, uncoordinated. He was high on something.
"Okay, okay," Noah said, trying to keep the guy calm, but the guy wasn't patient. He lashed out, and Noah winced as the blade cut through his sleeve and his skin, and he stumbled, grabbing at his arm.
"Give my your money!" the man snapped, and Noah fumbled for his wallet, not wanting to test the guy any more. With all the healing he could do, he couldn't heal himself, and he couldn't make a run for it with the man's accomplice behind him.
Amber was not human and perhaps never had been human. Sure, she now found herself back in human lands in the human city, after having been in the wilderness for countless months, but that did not change the fact of her humanity. Her pack, perhaps, were human or at least more human than she was. Would her dear sister Aura believe herself to be human? Or the father who had taken her in, Abyss? Of Aura, she thought she knew the answer to be no but of Abyss she wasn't so certain. Even they, however, were more human than she was and she had come to accept that fact. She didn't want to be human anymore; not entirely. She wasn't less than human, she was more, so much more.
In the rain forests of Brazil, Amber had been a creature of daylight. She hunted in the shadows of the trees, camouflaged and never in full light because the foliage hid her her feathered form. In the city it was different; int he city she was forced to be a creature of darkness and, in truth, she preferred to be a creature of darkness. No one in the city could accept the existence of dinosaurs, especially dinosaurs that hunted treasured pets and, perhaps in their fears alone, children. At the very least, she was large enough to hunt children, or even adults for that matter. Humans were slow creatures with dull senses and would make easy prey, but she wasn't so inhuman as to consider them as such. No, that part of her still remained, though it was a distant part of her now.
As a deinonychus Amber moved almost silently, allowing the natural shadows all around her to conceal her from nearby eyes. Her senses were far superior to those of mere humans and it was a relatively simple matter to keep herself hidden from them. Hunting was something she had become very good at and, although her prey in the city as different and the terrain upon which she hunted was different as well, all the skill she acquired still remained. If someone was stupid enough to leave their dog out and unattended, that was their problem and her next meal.
"Wallet, now,"
Amber cocked her head to the side, listening intently. Such distractions weren't something that concerned her in the rain forest nor were they something that even existed to distract her. Now, however? Now she had regained that sense of self that was separate from the predator she now was, that human sense of self. Harmony with all her aspects, that's what she had to strive for, harmony so that she wouldn't lose herself to the predator within again. Which meant listening to such things, and reacting in ways that a natural predator would not react. Because she was anything but a natural predator.
"Give my your money!"
Walking into the light, Amber puffed up her patchy brown feathered and let out a trilling screech, trying to look as large and intimidating as possible which wasn't such a difficult feat with a row of razor sharp teeth and sickle claws that could slice through a jugular with ease. Pitch black alien eyes stared into the eyes of the would-be mugger. Oh, how she wanted him to do something stupid so she could taste his blood on her tongue.
The sound caught all three of them off guard. Noah jerked away from the creature that had moved out of the shadows, managing to trip over his own feet and fall to the pavement in shock. He was quite certain now that the mixture of drinking too much and working too much had finally caused him to lose it, because that was some kind of dinosaur, and those things didn't exactly roam the streets of New York.
The unarmed mugger cursed and started to run- he was the smart one. The one with the knife stared at the creature, his eyes bulging, and he immediately started swinging at the creature with his knife.
Noah clutched his injured arm to his chest, frozen in both surprise and fear as he tried to push himself back, away from the two. Okay, I either need to stop drinking, or check myself into the psych ward tomorrow, he thought. The only thing keeping him from thinking this whole thing was a dream was the throbbing, sharp pain in his arm and the warm, slick blood on his other hand from where he'd held pressure on the wound.
The mugger was obviously thinking the same thing, because he wasn't putting any thought at all into this, the way he was wildly swinging a knife at the thing.
Mugger number one began to run, which was probably the smartest decision he could have made. The urge to run after him swept through Amber, although she managed to resist its allure. Running meant prey and she was, in this place and in this age, the ultimate predator. But no, she still had things to do here, human things like saving the man who was getting mugged. Human things because, without adhering to those human things she would once again lose her humanity completely and that was something she didn't want. Or at least, she didn't think she wanted. Without her human side she had no pack and without her pack, what was she?
Mugger number two did something much more interesting as he began swiping at Amber with a pitifully short knife. Well, perhaps if she wore human skin the knife would have seemed much more intimidating, but in the here and now, her claws were nearly as long as his knife and there were far more deadly things in the wild than a stupid human waving a pointy object.
With a high pitched growl, Amber crouched and then pounced, sickle claws extended. Her leap took her many feet into the air, clearly higher than her would be attacker expected. He slashed wildly with his knife, catching her with a grazing cut along her leg. A moment later, she came down again, across his back and neck tackling him to the ground. Her claws dug into his back, drawing numerous trickles of blood. She screeched, raising her head in victory. Were she nothing more than the predator, he would have been her next meal, but she was more than that and her human side reminded her that he was not to be made pray. Instead, his next actions would determine his fate, whether he was permitted to walk away with a few scars or whether a worse fate awaited him.
The mugger screamed, scrambling to get away- as soon as the creature released him, he stumbled to his feet and ran, leaving the knife laying on the pavement. Noah only glanced at him before looking back at the creature, his heart rate definitely about twice its normal rate.
He was injured, sitting on a street in New York, with a very hungry looking dinosaur staring at him. And he was pretty sure by now that it wasn't a dream, either. Of all the ways he thought he would die, being eaten by a dinosaur on a street in the middle of the city had not exactly been on his short list.
He clutched his hand to the cut on his arm, scooting back on the sidewalk, knowing that if this thing was hungry, running wouldn't do any good. Could it smell his blood? Probably. He didn't know what to do.
"Uh...don't eat me..." he said hesitantly, his voice a little strained with both pain and fear.
In the end it seemed as if mugger number two was also more intelligent than he appeared at first glance. All it took for him to realize the pros of fleeing and the cons of staying where he was was a full sized dinosaur jumping on his back and ripping into his flesh. It wouldn't have taken much effort for Amber to keep the mugger right where he was and end his fragile little life, but that would have been allowing the predator to take too much control and she had to remember the fact that, now, she was part human again. So, she let him get to his feet and flee for his life.
The threat now eliminated, Amber turned her attention back to the man she had just saved. He looked, for lack of a better word, rather terrified by the sight of her though she supposed she couldn't really blame him. After all, not only was she a modern day dinosaur, but she had also pounced and nearly killed a man in his defense. In an effort to show that she meant no ill will towards the man, she let out a high pitched chirp, a far cry from her earlier threatening growl.
As the adrenaline started to leave her system, Amber realized that her leg was bleeding from where the man had cut her. Judging by the level of pain and the amount of blood involved, she didn't think it was a serious wound but it was, nevertheless, a wound. In the wild it might have meant drawing bigger predators upon her, but the city was a far cry from the wild. The man she had just saved, in fact, looked to be injured and bleeding as well.
Noah blinked in surprise, just staring for a moment. Had that thing just...chirped at him? It didn't look as vicious anymore, and didn't seem to be making any moves toward him.
So, if the moment was to be believed, a dinosaur had just saved him from two muggers on a random city street.
Yep, definitely checking himself into the psych ward tomorrow, first thing.
He slowly stood up, keeping his hand clutched to the aching cut on his arm. "Okay. So. You're friendly," he said, seeming unsure of his own words, and not daring to take his eyes off the creature. "So, uh...thank you? For saving my life? Oh my god, I'm talking to a dinosaur. I've lost it. I have completely lost it," he said with a nervous laugh before noticing the blood on the tall reptile's leg. He felt like he should offer to heal it, but as psychotic as he thought he was, he wasn't about to reach his hand out when there were teeth that big involved. Not without a lot more bourbon in his system.
The man at least appeared to understand that Amber had saved is life and, even better, was not about to eat him. That was good. What was not so good was the fact that, in present form, she was lacking in vocal chords and a mouth capable of forming actual words, which made it rather difficult to communicate with the man she had just saved.
"Okay. So. You're friendly,"
A nod and a chirp of affirmation.
"So, uh...thank you? For saving my life? Oh my god, I'm talking to a dinosaur. I've lost it. I have completely lost it,"
A shake of the head and a series of chittering chirps that might have almost been taken for laughter. Not that she really blamed the man; after all, it wasn't' as if real live dinosaurs were a common sight in the big city.
Amber raised a clawed arm and held up one finger, trying to indicate that she would be back in a moment. At least she had something that resembled arms and hands, which allowed for a basic sort of mimed communication. Once she was reasonably certain he got the idea, she limped behind a nearby building and began the short, but horrifically painful task of shifting back in her human form. As bones changed position, muscles shrunk and rearranged themselves and feathers and scales got absorbed back into pale human skin, she grimaced with the pain wracking her body. She was used to it by now, however, and less than a minute later she was left as a pale, naked human girl.
Amber remained behind the building. The idea that the naked form was somehow shameful or embarrassing was a very human idea and something that she had left behind in the rain forests of Brazil. However, she knew that her nakedness might bother others even if it no longer bothered herself. "The dinosaur was a mutant and I am she. I am now left without clothing." Words. She was getting used to using words again. Blood dripped from the gash in her leg.
Noah got the message, though he wasn't sure he'd interpreted it correctly- but after the various chirps and the gesture, he stayed put, shifting his weight uncomfortably and wondering what exactly he was waiting on. He heard an odd sound from the alleyway, and he resisted the urge to look and see what was going on.
But when the voice called out, he was glad he'd stayed put. A mutant; that explained a lot, actually. He edged toward the corner, but didn't step around it, letting her have her privacy as he painfully took off his jacket. It was rather big on him, and judging that the voice sounded fairly young, he hoped it would cover her up well enough.
He held the jacket out past the corner of the building. Sure, it had a slice out of the sleeve and a bit of blood on it, but it would have to do for now. "Here," he said softly. "Put this on, you'll get soaked out here. Are you alright?" he added, hearing the edge of pain in her voice.
Sarah was walking down some nameless street with nothing to do. Raining was pouring down her, but her long coat was covering her white shirt so she didn't mind. She wasn't sure why she was. She just was. She turned the corner of one building and spotted what looked like a dinosaur...
She stopped dead. Then suddenly the dinosaur started to shift. It's body seemed to be shrinking. It was oddly disturbing and Sarah winced at how painful it must have been. Her mind instantly realized that the woman, who was what the dinosaur changed into, was a mutant. Another realization, the woman was naked.
Made sense actually. As the human body shifted, the clothes would rip in shreds. When the woman was done, Sarah started to move towards the woman.
>>"The dinosaur was a mutant and I am she. I am now left without clothing."
The woman's body was pale, that much Sarah would allow her eyes to see. However a quick glance across the woman's body had Sarah seeing a large amount of blood on her leg. The brunette strode closer to the pale woman. Her nakedness was startling, but understandable.
'Sounds like she's talking to someone.'[/color] After the thought floated, a jacket appeared around the side of the building the woman was closest to. Sarah stopped close ten feet from the pale woman.
>>"Here. Put this on, you'll get soaked out here. Are you alright?"
Sarah smiled. That voice was distinctly male, as was the jacket. Sarah wondered if she should say anything. Instead, she took off her jacket and white shirt. Once her shirt was off, her cream bra was showing, though not for long as she slid her coat back on. She ripped her shirt into strips before looking at the woman, avoiding looking at anything other than her face.
"Want me to wrap that? The rain's washing the blood, but it can still get infected." Sarah knew she wasn't going to touch the woman without permission, but she also knew she'd let the woman do it herself if need be.
Shifting from one form to another was never a pleasant experience for Amber. It was pain like she had never before experienced and hoped never to experience anything worse. Still, the pain was always short lived and if it came to a choice between having to deal with the agony of shifting and not being able to shift at all, she'd choose the former every single time. She was the predator and the predator was her and without that, she didn't know where or who she'd be anymore.
It wasn't until the last vestiges of pain fled from her skin that Amber realized a woman was watching her. She growled, low in her throat, unable to halt the sound before catching herself. She was human now and humans didn't growl. Humans especially didn't growl when there was no threat aside from a pair of curious eyes which hadn't made the least offensive move towards her.
"Here, Put this on, you'll get soaked out here. Are you alright?"
Without taking her eyes off of the woman, Amber reached out and accepted the offered jacket. If the woman was a creature of the wild, she might have identified Amber's stare as a challenge of dominance. But of course she wasn't a creature of the wild and, for the moment at least, neither was Amber. Putting the jacket around herself, she finally lowered her eyes.
"Want me to wrap that? The rain's washing the blood, but it can still get infected."
Amber watched carefully as the woman took off her own shirt and began ripping it into strips, barely noticing the fact that the other woman was intentionally avoiding looking at the normally private areas of her own body. "Thank you. I would." Humans. Baffling with their sense of modesty and preoccupation with trivial things, but also filled with a kindness not found in the natural world. She even managed a smile towards the woman, though the smile might have come across a touch more predatory than she might have intended. Human form or not, the Predator was who she was now and she would never be free of it.
Noah blinked as he heard another voice, waited a few moments, then stepped around the corner. There was another girl here now; what were all these teenage girls doing wondering the streets at night? And turning into dinosaurs, for that matter?
The girl wearing his coat was pale as a sheet of paper, her eyes pitch black, and it unnerved Noah a little. He nodded to the newcomer, then fixed his eyes back on the girl- and the blood on her leg.
"Hey, I'm a doctor," he said softly. "Mind if I have a look? Might be able to help out with that," he continued, gesturing toward her injured leg. His own arm was throbbing with pain, but he could fix that later with a gauze wrap and a bottle of vodka. He wanted to make sure she was okay, first. She'd saved his life, after all.
Before Sarah could start working on bandaging the other woman's leg, another person appeared. She realized that it must have been who the pale woman had been speaking with.
>>"Hey, I'm a doctor. Mind if I have a look? Might be able to help out with that."
The wet brunette moved away a little. She knew enough about injuries that she could help if he needed. Though, she knew her knowledge was really only good in the forest.
"I'd ask what happened," Sarah looked up at the female, "but I think I know a little bit. Is there any other injury?"
Something told her that the two were on the same side of what ever happened. She hoped they had been the victims, but she wasn't sure.
While Amber did not believe her wound to be serious, she nevertheless knew a doctor could assist. There was always the risk of infection or poison on the knife, even if the wound didn't appear very deep. In the wild, the option for medical attention wasn't there and she had been forced to heal herself from a number of minor scratches, bites and cuts, but she didn't have to do that now. Another advantage, perhaps, of relearning what it was to be human and to live amongst humans.
"You may look," Amber agreed. She limped closer and showed him the cut on her leg. Trust was an important thing when injured, especially trust of one who called himself a doctor. She had saved his life so he hopefully wouldn't have any motivation to try anything and humans didn't typically prey upon the weak for food, no matter how hungry they happened to be. Nor did this human appear particularly hungry, anyway.
"I'd ask what happened, but I think I know a little bit. Is there any other injury?"
"The doctor was attacked. I saved him. Now we're both injured. I am not injured beyond what you see." Amber noted the points, one by one, for the woman. She could make her own conclusions from there.
"What she said," Noah said as the pale girl explained what happened. He knelt down beside her, studying the cut carefully. It wasn't too deep, but probably painful, and bleeding a lot. "Hold still for one second, okay?" he told her, gently pressing the palm of one hand over the wound.
He braced himself on the leg he knew wouldn't be affected, and then he set to concentrating- only moments later he felt the sudden jolt of pain through his own leg, and he winced, closing his eyes to keep his concentration. The pain started out intense but slowly, bit by bit, it faded; once it was almost entirely gone, he lifted his hand and let out a deep sigh, feeling weak and woozy from the effort.
Where the cut on her leg had been, there now only remained a faint scar, the wound entirely healed. He waited a few moments before standing up, expecting the dizziness that came along with healing.
"There, you'll be fine," he said, his voice softer, weaker than before. "Do you need some more clothes, or a place to rest? My apartment is only a block away..."
He made a point of never inviting people to his home, but this was a bit of a unique situation; he owed her his life, really. He just hoped she could ignore the empty beer cans and vodka bottles if she took him up on it.