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.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 16, 2017 9:20:31 GMT -6
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Rico seemed the talkative type. Leon wasn't all that used to it, having practically lived in his own head for a long time. Conversation did not come naturally, and he felt at a loss for what to really say. He guessed he could relate a little, since he was having issues getting to sleep, he guessed he would probably go through his own version of cabin fever eventually. "Yeah... I'm not used to soft carpets," he said, completely missing that he had said carpet. To him a hard floor was normal, so he hadn't thought twice, even though it probably sounded strange without context.
He hadn't known the mansion had cameras when Rico mentioned it, but he guessed that was normal, and probably a requirement with a school full of mutants. He personally understood why, if there was an accident... it was a bit relieving that there was someone keeping an eye on him. He didn't know if there were any other poisonous mutants around, but at least this place was prepared. Not that it made him feel any better about himself.
"Sure..." he said when Rico asked him to come with him outside. Some fresh air would probably be nice. Even though the mansion was airy and spacious, it still felt stuffy and enclosing to him. It was going to be some time until he felt comfortable with an actual roof over his head. "Just... keep your distance, my spines are very poisonous," he added in. He wanted to be sure that this guy knew about the danger of being around him so there were no misconceptions. He didn't plan on getting close to anyone while he was here, anyone close to him had either been poisoned or rejected him on his appearance, so there wasn't any benefit for associating with him, just a risk of pain for both parties.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 15, 2017 12:02:13 GMT -6
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Back in his youth, Leon remembered being a very active person. He loved sports, especially playing football. He had played in high school, and would have continued if he could. Then he had sprouted red fur and spines, and that dream died very quickly. It wasn't easy having everything you loved cut out of your life all at once with nothing to fill in, and years on the street left little to aspire or look forward to.
Then he had ended up here. A palace in comparison to hoping to find a cardboard box for the night. Three square meals a day, and some form of safety and security. He should be happy, but honestly, he was still trapped. Not that the institute was trying to keep him anywhere, but he was still trapped in his own body, one that was dangerous, venomous. He still couldn't return to his original sports outlet due to the dangers his quills presented. At least, maybe, he may find a new one here.
The library was equally as impressive as the mansion. Not that he had a lot of examples to go by. The last library he had been in was a school library in high school. Books were everywhere, he doubted there was anyone who could read all of them in their lifetime. Well, he should probably take that back, for all he knew there were some immortal mutants here, or ones who could super memorize or something else equally impressive. Point was there were a lot of books. He walked to the first row he came across, looking over titles. He hadn't done much reading, mainly just newspapers, so he wasn't sure what to look for, really just looking for anything to jump out at him.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 14, 2017 14:09:18 GMT -6
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Leon was caught off guard when someone else rounded a turn and greeted him. He took a visual step back to keep his distance, he didn't want the guy running into him. Only then did he process what was being said and was hit by the strangeness of it before remembering who else went here. He had an enhanced sense of smell himself, though he generally didn't rely on it. Despite all appearances, he wasn't all that animalistic in demeanor or mentality. He was just literally venomous, though his spines were wrapped up by his jacket and bandages around his tail. The most visible ones were at the 'tuft' of his tail, which were hard to wrap properly, but thankfully they were the ones that were not poisonous.
He didn't reach for Rico's hand when offered, not out of disrespect though. He never touched anyone if he could help it, too paranoid about his unwanted spines to get comfortable enough to allow it. Even though his spines were on his back, they were prone to breaking off, and all it took was one. One quill send a person convulsing in pain, and possibly kill them. He could barely live with himself as it was, he was already a monster, but if he killed anyone... he didn't know if he would be able to.
"Um... not long," he said hesitantly. He hadn't been at the mansion especially long, so most of the people he didn't know. "I'm Leon." He wasn't the best conversationalist.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 14, 2017 13:52:11 GMT -6
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"Leon," said he, wondering if it would be worth the risk sticking around for pie. After all the rest of the mansion would eventually wake up and this place would be crawling with people. Fear won out over his desired for freshly baked pastry, and he decided he would just have to hope some was left over afterwards. Well, he would stick around until he heard someone coming, maybe he would luck out and nobody would show up, though he highly doubted it, his luck was generally at the low end of probability.
He watched Abbey as he finished off his food. He wasn't much of a talker, he kept to himself out of necessity, less people got hurt that way. It left him with a atrophied social skills. He used to be social before his mutation kicked in, but now it had been a few years since he had had a real conversation with anyone. He frankly didn't know what he could really talk about that wasn't horribly depressing to think about.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 10, 2017 16:30:05 GMT -6
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Leon grumbled something under his breath, he was too tired of this to try correct a kid who had said he disliked touching others, not that he never did. It was obvious by now that Chase played by his own rules and really wasn't the type to try and reason with. At this point he either got the massage or he would be sorry for it later.
"So, are you gonna tell me your name? Or do I have to make one up for you?"
"Leon," said he flatly, doing his best to keep a little distance between him and Chase as the kid swung his arms about. He didn't know what was going through Chases mind, but it was obvious he was getting some immense satisfaction out of a roll of duct tape he held.
"How old are you anyways? Cuz you're at a school, which makes me think you're a student, 'cuz I know all the grown-ups. But you don't listen! And neither do grown ups! In short, what are you doing here?"
"Twenty one," said Leon to the first question, feeling a bit annoyed by the hyperactivity of youth. Chase was accusing him of not listening, as if he had to take everything the kid said seriously when he was clearly playing games. In annoyed him that Chase clearly didn't get that he wasn't the type who played games anymore. That piece of him had died off a long time ago when his life had fallen apart, and the broken pieces were something that could never be put back together again. "And I'm here because it's either this or the streets, and here is a lot safer then out there." It was short and to the point. It didn't get into any of the nitty gritty of his past, how he had poisoned his high school friends who had turned on him, or the protests that followed. It said nothing of losing his home and his life, of struggling to survive alone. Nothing about having to worry about being attacked for how he looked, or being a danger to anyone that got close to him. He doubted Chase would understand any of it, he was obviously having a happy childhood.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 8, 2017 21:12:02 GMT -6
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Leon could see this kid was determined to do whatever it is he was going to do, and frankly he was tired of being bombarded with it. "Okay... hair color," he said, thinking about the most arbitrary aspect of him that wouldn't cause any harm. He was not too interested in the boys powers, and more concerned with making sure he was okay.
"But only if you come with me!"
Leon let out a sigh of defeat, "Fine," he said, finally giving in. Kid was persistent, he would give him that. "But no horse play. Remember, poison spines."he stressed pointing a thumb at his back. He was going to make sure the kid understood that, to ensure his safety. He didn't like people around him on principle, so this was uncomfortable for him as it was.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 7, 2017 21:13:48 GMT -6
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Leon listened, and the former request made a bit more sense. He wanted something of his to change into him. "Probably not a good idea," he said, "I'm venomous, you may poison yourself if you turn into me." He didn't have any idea how Chase's powers worked, but if they replicated him venom, that would be bad, he didn't want a kid running around with that. It would be asking for trouble. He tightened the bandage around his tail, tying it off once more. It was too bad he had just wasted some of it. Maybe he could find some other use for the strips.
"Maybe we should have the infirmary check it out," he suggested, "Don't want you getting tetanus or something." He didn't know if Chase was open to suggestions, and it was not like he could make him go at all. He didn't want to even try touching him now that he knew it could trigger the shapeshifting powers.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 7, 2017 16:50:31 GMT -6
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Leon approached just in time to see Chase fall out the window. It didn't look too bad, but he could smell a faint scent of blood. Even if he wasn't badly hurt he probably scrapped himself up. He didn't know what had gone on in there, but he knew enough to know there was probably some rusty stuff in there, and tetanus existed.
He approached, looking chase over critically, and saw his scrapped up arms. "You OK?" he asked, though from Chases expression he was probably not interested in talking to him. He wondered if he should do anything at all. It wasn't like he was a doctor or anything, and kids tended to bounce back pretty easily. Still, now that he had come back, he didn't want to be bouncing back and forth either. He sighed, and pulled the end of his tail over, and unwrapped a bit of the bandage from the end. He tended to over wrap his tail so he had a little excess to work with, checking carefully for any spines that may have gotten caught in the material, and pulling only from the area closest to his non poisonous spines, just in case. He used his teeth to cut the bandage, his shark-like teeth cutting easily through and rolled it up into two bundles.
He paused then, unsure of how to handle this. He didn't want the kid anywhere near his spines, but didn't know if the kid knew how to bandage his own arms. Finally he placed the two bundles down next to Chase. "You may want to wrap those up." he said. It wasn't much, but at least he could keep them somewhat clean until he could wash them out or something.
Finally, it seemed the kid was getting the message that he didn't want to play whatever game he was playing. And wanting his jacket, which could have any number of stray spines still attached to it, to get into the shed was ludicrous by his understanding. As Chase headed back to the shed, Leon walked a short distance, looking for a place he could sit and try grooming the broken quills out of his tail. He could hear him fuming about him and then shout about clothing donations. Chase didn't get it, it wasn't just about his clothes being his only possession, it was also about the fact that they were dangerous. His quills sometimes got caught in them, and even if he cleaned them, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't miss one. For all he knew, all his broken quills may leech venom into the materials, not something he knew for a fact, but he wasn't willing to risk poisoning the kid for some silly game.
He didn't pay attention to Chase, looking for a secluded spot, that is, until he heard a crash from inside the shed. Damn it, had chase hurt himself? He told himself it wasn't his problem, whatever trouble the kid was getting into wasn't caused by him. Not his responsibility to babysit, he needed to keep clear of it, or trouble was sure to follow.
Crap. He's still just a kid. As much as Leon wanted to just walk away, he couldn't. He knew what it was like to never have help to rely on in an emergency, and if the kid had hurt himself... Geez, why did he have to have a conscience. Reluctantly he started back towards the shed.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 5, 2017 15:00:47 GMT -6
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Leon looked up, a mouth full of toast and eggs, chewed a bit and swallowed, licking remnants from his fingers before speaking. Generally he wasn't the talkative type, but right now, with a belly full of nice warm food, he was in a better mood. "Smelt the cooking, wanted some before rush hour started." he stated, before stuffing another piece of toast with eggs and bacon into his mouth. To be honest he was more then happy to take the lion's share of what was there if he could, if not for potential pie. "When will the pie be ready?" he asked through a full mouth.
As he looked the girl over he started to notice some of the more subtle characteristics she seemed to have. He thought he saw sharp teeth, and some.. discoloration? On the skin of her legs. He didn't exactly know how many different mutation variations there were here, but it was slightly interesting to see someone with some form of physical mutation, even if it were not as drastic as his.
Leon wasn't sure what to do about Chase, it wasn't like he had much experience handling kids, just keeping away from them, and here the rules seemed flipped since being a big scary monster had zero effect. As the kid ran after, he tried altering his course, trying to keep him a few arm lengths away from him, but Chase continued to pester him, eventually blocking his path.
"If you let me borrow something of yours for like... two minutes... I'll leave you alone, okay? It doesn't have to be anything important. Maybe a shoe? Or your wallet? Or a coat? It's really important. I can be really annoying."
"Clearly," said Leon, annoyed now. He didn't have anything but the coat on his back, his pants and bandages, and all of those were important. "Do I look like a guy who has anything to give away?" Anyone could have seen that his clothing was ragged and worn, he had no shoes, and if not for the mansions facilities, he would have been covered in dirt as well. His bandaged tail twitched in agitation, the spines pressing against the inside of the bandages while the tuft of non-poisonous spines on the end clicked together.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 4, 2017 18:20:35 GMT -6
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Leon was caught a bit off guard about how easily the girl took his appearance, but then he reminded himself, mutant house. Yeah, these guys were used to weird stuff, this was just a regular day to them. "... Thanks," he said, not really used to such a 'cheery' reception. He really couldn't remember anyone being all that happy to see him before coming here, it was a bit surreal. He just hoped she wasn't the touchy feely kind, last thing he needed was for someone to try giving him a hug or something and getting poisoned.
He moved over to the plates and began loading it with toast, bacon, and eggs, taking a good portion, before taking a handful of bacon and chomping down on it, his teeth shredding the meat instantly. Oh god, that was good. He had lived on scraps for so long this was decadent in comparison. His manners were somewhat lacking, but at the moment he didn't really care.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 4, 2017 16:12:35 GMT -6
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"I'm twelve years old, and I go to school here."
"Not what I'm referring to," said Leon, "Keep clear, these spines are poisonous." He wanted to make sure that the kid knew exactly what the danger was. Even if the kid was not making a move towards him, he was still nervous enough to want his jacket back on. He passed over the Chase's comment of having teeth like a friend of his, instead scooping up his jacket like a bag, and dumping the contents into the fire bin, using the brush to remove any stragglers. The quills hissed as the fire consumed them, the flames turning a sickly green around them as the toxins burned, and the smell of burning flesh wafted into the air, sticking in Leon's nose so that he couldn't smell anything else. He was used to it, but it still stank like hell.
He pulled his jacket back on carefully, so his spines didn't stick through as they bond them in place. He took note that apparently the shed was not a place he would be able to do this in future. He still needed to do his tail, but that seemed a bad idea with Chase playing, what was it? Secret base or something.
"Hey, how tall are you?"
He looked back at Chase, wondering if it warranted answering. "Don't you have friends to hang out with or something?" he asked, starting to walk away. He wasn't the type to entertain kids, maybe when he was younger, but definitely not now when any kid of horseplay carried a risk.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 3, 2017 20:36:51 GMT -6
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As Leon groomed himself, he was intently focused on his work, trying not to accidentally stick himself with a stray quill. Honestly, it like having a million razor sharp splinters knotting themselves in his fur. Even so, he thought he heard something as he was pulled through an especially bad bundle, but thought it must be his imagination. After all, he had come all the way out here because it seemed so secluded, the only person who had any business here would be a grounds keeper. He should have probably known better, after all, his luck was so bad he should have expected things wouldn't be that easy.
"Oh! Sorry! I didn't expect anyone else to be over here,"
Leon froze for a second before turning, looking at his 'guest' with unnaturally cyan eyes. The shape of his face made emotions hard to gauge, but the spines on his back rose with the sudden anxiety he felt. It was only a kid, even so that only made it all the worse. His gaze went to the pile of quills on his jacket, paranoid that one may have found its way off, but the ground seemed clear. It didn't make him feel any better, as dangerous as his venom was it would probably kill a kid outright. He turned his gaze back to the kid, trying to look serious, his brow low over his eyes as he spoke, several rows of sharp shark-like teeth visible to the keen eyed.
"You shouldn't be here kid, it's not safe." he said, trying to stay as calm as he could even though his heart rate was up. He wanted his jacket back on, but he couldn't just pull it on without scattering the pile of quills, which would just make this place a venom minefield. He kept his eyes on the kid, watching for any sudden movements towards him. He didn't look afraid. He wasn't surprised, these place was full of mutants, but that just made the situation more dangerous for him. Kids weren't like adults, if they weren't scared of something, even if it were as horrible looking as him, they were prone to unpredictability, like petting the dog that might bite them.
Posted by Manticore on Mar 3, 2017 16:38:03 GMT -6
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It wasn't often you would see Leon outside without a jacket on. Not that it bothered him at all, his fur kept him warm enough, but his general paranoia about his spikes meant he would sooner walk on hot coals then be without a jacket to keep his spines wrapped up tight. However, even Leon had needs, and this one was one that he had fallen into habit in order to minimize the chances of any accidents.
Leon sat by a steel barrel behind the shed. At the bottom was a pile of ashes, remnants of past fires. Leon imagined they probably used it in winter to burn loose sticks and used the ashes as fertilizer for the gardens. Right now the top blazed with a pile of wood and sticks. He had another use for it. He twisted back a little, a thick stiff brush in one hand and ran it through the fur and quills on his back, a small shower of broken spine tips getting dragged out and falling into a small pile that had accumulated on top of his jacket, which he had placed on the ground behind him to catch the falling toxic waste. He had to do this every so often, because his spines were usually bound, they tended to break off in his fur and get caught, and if he didn't groom them out at some point they may find there way onto the floor where some unsuspecting person may pick it up or step on it. That would not be a good day for them.
He felt a prick as one of the spines scratched his skin under his fur. Fortunately he was immune to his own poison, else he would have much more to worry about then just how he looked. That was another thing this helped prevent, even if he was immune to his own venom, it still hurt when they got lodged in his back, and were hard to remove, even his flexibility had it's limits, and his paws didn't make it any easier to pull them out.
