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 Jun 24, 2017 19:56:56 GMT -6
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Leon wasn't sure how to take the... compliment? that Derek made. With no grasp on the nuances of social interaction, he couldn't read Derek to know wither he was being sincere. He curled up a bit, his chin close to his knees as his tail flicked in an agitated manner. "I look like this for a reason," he said, his tone laced with self loathing, "It's a warning, telling everyone they need to stay away, because I'm toxic." It is what he believed, after all, several animal were bright colors to warn others when they were poisonous. He was convinced that that was at least part of the reason his fur was that color. He couldn't take pride in anything he was, everyone could tell him he wasn't a monster, which they generally did, but just saying he wasn't a monster didn't prove it. He could be told he could fly by everyone but that didn't mean he would suddenly sprout wings (a thought he quickly quelled, with his streak of bad luck that could actually happen).
He gave a depressed sigh as he looked into the flames, watching the few remaining motes of green where the quills burned as they went out one by one. "Maybe it would be better if I just ran off into the woods," he thought aloud, "Find some deserted place and disappear." It was a thought, the streets of the city were dangerous, and he was too much of a cowards to simply end his own life. And the mansion had people who constantly were in danger because of him, and kept pushing their luck by getting close to him. Maybe some deserted place was the right place for him. He thought back on the books he had read about the Persian Manticore, which would have put it in arid deserts, a place that one could easily disappear into. If mutants were the reason behind legends, maybe that was why it was from there, a place where other people were not a factor.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 24, 2017 10:29:48 GMT -6
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"Probably a good idea," said Leon, "If you see any stray quills, burn 'em," he said, just in case he had missed any. He didn't want to leave any just laying around for people to step on, or for some unfortunate animal to poison themselves with. His jacket was still off, he would usually put it back on by now, but after all that the fresh air against his back felt good, cool and soothing. If he sat here for a while it should be okay, right. He decided to enjoy it for now, he would put it on when he needed to do something else.
Derek cleared his throat, drawing Leon's attention. He seemed to be staring at him across the fire, but looked away when he noticed. Leon was self conscious about his appearance, he knew how ugly he was, fur the color of blood and piercing, unnaturally blue eyes, shark like teeth and the face of an animal. He was probably making Derek uncomfortable. "Sorry, I know I'm... 'uncomfortable' to be around." he said. Derek had probably been looking forward to this, and he had the misfortune of being paired with him.
Derek seemed a lot like the others here in a way, kinda insistent on trying to get close to him, trying to get past the walls he put up around himself. Leon didn't understand why people here kept doing that when he made it clear he was poison. I went against the better instincts of self preservation, he was a monster, he looked like a monster, why was everyone ignoring that and acting like he was... something else?
Posted by Manticore on Jun 23, 2017 21:11:30 GMT -6
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Leon was no stranger to getting quills pulled out of him. He had attempted to rid himself of his spines once and for all by having Doc Prof literally excise them from the root(which ultimately failed when they grew back), which had taken two hours to accomplish. If Derek thought this the worst pain he had felt he was mistaken. With Derek pulling the last of the quills out from his back, he let out a growl before letting out a sigh of relief.
"how are ya feelin'?"
"Like I have holes in my back," said Leon bluntly. He was grateful to Derek for helping him out, but he was still grumpy from the incident. "You don't need to worry about me, I don't get infections," he said. His immune system handled his own poison, and for all he knew he had poison in his blood that killed off bacteria that attempted to infect him, or his immune system was strong enough to fight it off. He wasn't going to stop Derek from putting anything soothing on his wounds while he had those gloves on, but he knew it wasn't necessary and Derek was under no obligations.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 21, 2017 22:06:16 GMT -6
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Leon stopped momentarily as the dinosaur women shouted after him. "No.... no, you're right...." he said, not able to meet her in the eyes. "I... don't have any right to complain, I... shouldn't even be here." he knew that something like himself had no right to live in a mansion surrounded by people. There were other, better, more deserving people who should have that kind of luxury. What was he? Just some poisonous nobody, someone who only caused others misery. Just some monster who would only cause himself and other pain, wither physical or emotional. Who was he kidding, he didn't belong anywhere, he was just some parasite leeching off the school because he was too much of a chicken to face the streets, or to just do the world a favor and die. He was just in the way, ruining whatever pleasantries the women had been enjoying.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 21, 2017 17:06:16 GMT -6
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Leon didn't say anything. He wasn't saying he was special or better then anyone. Far from it, he view himself as a monster, and things like this merely reinforced that belief. He wasn't socially apt enough to make any type of convincing argument on his own behalf. He wasn't confident enough in himself to believe he could be any better. All he knew is that he hurt people and was completely unlikable as a person, with no redeeming qualities that made him worthy of anything. Both women had friends, family, confidence, and the obvious passion to where they could look down at him, and rightly so. Probably best that way anyway, he knew he wasn't meant to be around people to begin with, even in a school of mutants he didn't really belong. All he was was a nuisance, a waste of space.
He squeezed his tail, feeling the sharp tips of the spines against his skin, averting his eyes to the ground as the two women told him how he should feel, how pathetic he was, how he should be better. When they were finished he got up and began walking away. It had been a mistake to come out here. He should have just stayed in his room where he belonged, away from people. All he was was poison.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 20, 2017 22:49:28 GMT -6
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"I'm used to it," said Leon, already aware of how much his quills hurt, as things like this tended to happen often to him, maybe not quite so many at once, but he got stuck with his own quills almost daily because of how he bound them. He didn't know about Cocoa butter, he had never used anything like that, so didn't really know what it was for to begin with. "Don't get too carried away," he added, still not comfortable with Derek being as close as he was to begin with, and not wanting to push his luck. The detangling of the quills in his fur felt little more like getting knots out of his fur, slight tugging and such. He knew from experience the harder part was getting the quills that were stuck in him. The barbs made them hard to pull out, as they tore at the flesh like hooks coming out.
"Okay....ready? One, two, three!"
Leon tried to remain calm so his muscles wouldn't tense up and make it harder for Derek to pull. Still, the feeling the the quills being violently yanked out was enough to make him let out a suppressed pained growl. The spines had expanded slightly from the moisture in his skin after being in for so long, so had come out with minute bits of tissue and blood that clung them. Leon pawed the ground as he grit his teeth, his retractable claws extending in reaction to it as he did his best to keep his cool. If he got too worked up, the rest of his quills would stick up, which would make extracting more dangerous for Derek.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 19, 2017 23:49:31 GMT -6
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Leon looked at Derek, wearing the gloves. He was probably right about what they were used for, he couldn't really think of anything other reason they would be there unless it was by mistake.
"now will you let me help you? I have gloves now. I don't want my partner wounded."
Leon was torn, conflicted by his paranoia about his spines, and the painful stinging in his back. It would have been plain to anyone looking at th emotions playing across his face the conflict between fear and a desire for relief. He was afraid of accidentally poisoning Derek, even if he did have the gloves. It was a fear that had been with him since he became a mutants and almost killed everyone on the football field. IT wasn't something easily let go of. On the other had it did hurt like hell, and would only get worse over time . Finally he gave up.
"Ok.... just, be careful..." he said, wary of the prospect of being touched. He removed his jacket again, sitting down the ground to give Derek the best position without having to reach up. A closer inspection of his back would have revealed the spines that were interlaced in his fur, stiff with barbed quills . Between his shoulder blades, a bundle of quills were embedded, stuck tight as the bards clung to the wound. Leon braced himself, it hurt a lot pulling trying to pull them out, the barbs made it difficult, pulling at the flesh around it. It took Leon a few good yanks to get them out, though admittedly he wasn't always in the best position to really get a strong grip on them despite his strength.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 19, 2017 20:37:14 GMT -6
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Leon lifted the gloves out of the first aid kit so Derek could see them, noting that they were far too small for him. "I guess these are for you?" he said, more questioningly then sure. He put them back and placed the kit to one side, before pulling out some ore of the bag. He set out some rations, water purification tablets, flashlights, and an emergency flare. Standard camp gear.
The spines in his back were still stung. Even though he was immune to his own poison, the barbs still tugged at his skin. He he considered trying to scratch them out with a branch or something, but knew he would more likely just drive them deeper. At least he didn't have to worry about infection, the same immune system that dealt with his own poison prevented it.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 19, 2017 20:13:10 GMT -6
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The flower girls words may as well have fallen on death ears. Comforting words did nothing to relieve Leon's trauma induced paranoia. Leon had poisoned those close to him upon becoming a mutant, and the screams were etched in his psyche. Leon wasn't looking for acceptance, what he looked like was nothing compared to the danger he presented to others. His powers were not about control, they were always on, the poisons spines were always there. He could no more control them anymore then she could stop breathing. Maybe that was inaccurate, he didn't know how her mutation affected that. "I don't get a choice about it," he said, a bit sour at the fact that she seemed to be comparing his quills, quills that would pierce indiscriminately, grew unwanted, and broke off to litter the ground with deadly nails, to poison berries. Unless someone ate them, she was in no danger of accidentally poisoning someone just by nature of occupying the same general area as her.
Compared to the fact that he loathed his very existence, and was in fear every moment of the day he was not locked up in his room, external fears just seemed to pale in comparison. The two's attempt to empathize with him fell short by a large margin.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 19, 2017 18:08:56 GMT -6
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Manti chuckled, glad she was getting his humor. It could have been easy for her to take offense, so he was glad she was easy going and wasn't taking him too seriously. Manti had his fair share of interest from women, he hadn't settled into a real relationship with them, but got along with them well enough to know his appearance wasn't going to get in the way should he decide to go for it. Contrary to what one would assume, Manti was in no way hindered by his appearance, and others seemed to be drawn to that confidence he exuded. He knew Ivy had no real interest in him, they had just met after all, but he could tell she was enjoying herself to some degree, even if it was nothing to do with chemistry.
"I don't know, seems with the crazy stuff going on, knowing a bit about the stuff going on seems more advantageous." Said Manti, interested in what was going on in the city that he didn't know about. Having info never hurt, especially in these times. He examined the placement of the remaining balls, two remained on each side, then the 8. They were coming down to the line, and his cramped paws were making it difficult. He took aim at what should have been an easy shot, but the pole slipped in his hand again, and he missed the white ball completely. He lifted the pole and cracked his fingers and knuckles to try and work the cramp out, then lined up the shot again, this time hitting it into the corner. One more to go, his not so steady paws tried aiming for the last one, but while he hit the white ball, it rolled passed the other, bouncing towards the center of the table.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 18, 2017 18:43:54 GMT -6
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"My line of thought exactly," chuckled Manti as the elf dragon practically said his thoughts word for word. Seemed like they had a lot in common, at least in some mentality. It seemed she was enjoying this as much as he was, which made for some entertaining conversation. He knew a few of his friends would have been worn out at this point, so it was nice to find someone who could keep pace.
Manti laughed at the thought of his own embarrassing moment, "Turns out, I have a spot for catnip," he said, still snorting a little, "I would call it ironic, but I don't think that fits the definition," he added in jest. Irony tended to confuse him as far as it's proper use, though he was pretty sure that the fact that he looked like a feline species and was affected by catnip in a similar fashion meant it wasn't irony.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 16, 2017 22:34:23 GMT -6
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Leon hadn't camped since his transformation and had a lot of bad memories in between then and now. He supposed it should have been common sense to check all the supplies. He opened the bag again, pulling out the contents. Canteen, rope, compass, he had seen those before. What else? He pulled out a white box marked with a red x. "First aid kit," he said, opening it to check it's content. Bandages, antiseptic ointment... wait, what's this? There was a metallic glint of something underneath the bandages. "Huh..?" he said aloud, a bit confused, before pulling out the object. It looked like some sort of gloves, but the fibers felt metallic. What was this doing in here, even he could see they were not part of a normal first aid kit.
Unknown to Leon, the emergency first aid kits supplied had been personalized for the teams. Several mutants had medical needs that clashed with the norm, or mutations that made treating them hazardous. In case of emergencies the students would need to be able to help one another in any case, so it would be imperative to include small additions that would offset any 'inconveniences'.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 16, 2017 19:19:10 GMT -6
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Leon was thoroughly confused at this point, clones were a thing now? He guessed that shouldn't come as a surprise. He had seen a giant dragon here so clones wouldn't be much stranger. The two women seemed to have gotten into a conversation about this 'Jupiter' character, to where he felt he could likely slip away. He decided to take the opportunity, and slowly moved to get to his feet, not wanting to draw attention by a quick retreat.
"You don't need to leave," said the dinosaur women, and Leon froze, dropping back into his seat, a bit disappointed that his attempt had failed. "I... I'm not safe to be around," he said, not sure what he had to say to convince them of the truth of the matter. He had told her that before right? Had she understood him when she was a dinosaur? Either way he still felt as if he had no right to be there. The only thing he seemed to be serving was a reminder of someone else they liked. It wasn't like they liked him, they were just trying to be nice, like everyone here seemed to be, though he felt it was mostly out of pity.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 13, 2017 21:45:49 GMT -6
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After gathering as many quills as he could find, Leon threw the pile into the fire, which gave off a sicking hiss. The quills gave off the rancid smell of burnt hair as the fire licked at them, turning a putrid green color as the toxins were drawn out and consumed. Though used to it, Leon hated the smell, which burnt his nose and clouded it. He grabbed his Jacket and sat down next to the fire, picking out any remaining quills and tossing them into the fire one by one.
"You can have the tent," said Leon, his tone voicing the frustration he was still feeling about this incident. He already knew it was out of the question, for the same reasons that he never slept in the bed at the institute. He quills would stick into the materials, not to mention that it would put Derek's life in danger as well. He held up his jacket to check for any more quills before putting it back on, wincing as it slid across the bundle of quills still embedded between his shoulder blades. It was going to be a long trip with those there. He wished Doc Prof was here, he had the right equipment and training to remove quills without poisoning himself. "What else do we have?" he asked, wanting to take note of some of their supplies, if nothing else then to divert his attention off of the discomfort he was in.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 12, 2017 17:56:28 GMT -6
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"As responsible as miniature elf dragons get that is" teased Manti. As far as he had seen, mutants generally had this 'one of a kind' deal going on for most of them, which meant they set a standard for whatever it was they happened to be. So he was simultaneously the most responsible and most wreak-less 'Manticore' in the world, at least until some other mutant manifested the exact same powers, which seemed unlikely at best.
He poured himself another shot of absinth, "Oh don't worry, my friends have managed to find a way to get back at me for being able to remember everything they do under the influence," he chuckled thinking of his own unique variation of inebriation caused by catnip.
