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 11, 2017 20:20:05 GMT -6
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Leon let his breathing settle as Derek backed off, giving him enough room to begin calming down. His back was bleeding a little, and the remaining quills stung, but he was getting himself under control again. When he felt a bit more composed, he got up and began picking up the quills on the ground, gathering them into a pile.
"Even the sides of the quills are dangerous?"
"They're barbed, so they can stick you if you handle them wrong." he said, "If you want to help, see if we have anything to make a fire with, we need to burn these so none get's hurt by them." He wasn't comfortable with Derek attempting to handle his quills, but they did need to dispose of them, and the best way he had was to burn them, which destroyed the toxins. If Derek needed to help with something, making the fire was probably the safest thing.
Leon walked on all fours as he collected quills, his body design allowed him to walk either way, but being close to the ground allowed him to find the quills more easily. He had managed to scatter them about in his haste, something he was regretting now as he had to make a wide circle around the area to try and find each one. A whirling sound then caught his attention, just as another cylinder popped out of the ground just in front of his face. Remembering what happened last time, and still being rather pissed about it, he had no problem reacting this time, lumping at it and grabbing it, and bending it to one side, letting loose a very angry sounding growl before there was the sound of tearing metal and the cylinder snapped off, exposing wiring before coming completely off. "Damn machine," said Leon, throwing the ruined end to the ground before returning to his task.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 11, 2017 20:03:47 GMT -6
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"Yeah, I get that," said Manti proudly as he took the wheel off and slid the new one in place, "Would go professional if I could, but you know, mutant and all. Too good to be fair to everyone else." he gave a wink as he began tightening the bolts on the wheel. Manti was more then confident enough to believe he would be one of the best riders out there, and even though he couldn't actually pursue such a goal, he still knew he was awesome regardless.
When he finished securing the wheel, he easily picked up the bike and carried it over to the line of finished ones. He picked up a rag and wiped away the grease from his paws as he turned his attention to the potential customer. "So completely new to bikes then? If you have any questions just let me know, I know a few good beginners tips." He didn't press, biking was a serious thing to him, and he nothing would kill a persons passion for it more then someone trying to push them into something. If the girl had interest, he had plenty to tell her and suggestions that would get her the best bike for her size and build. However, he wasn't going to force it on her if she wasn't.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 11, 2017 10:16:55 GMT -6
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"Very convenient when most of your friends hang out in bars," said Manti, "Having someone with a clear head comes in handy at the end of the night." Generally he was the designated driver come closing time if someone hadn't paced themselves properly. He didn't really mind that, never being drunk meant he got to enjoy some of the embarrassing displays others went through when they lost there inhibitions, and could break up anything that went overboard. The drinks arrived, a bottle of absinth with a small glass. He poured a cup, which to him was more like a shot glass.
"To good times and new friends," he said as he took his drink and gave cheers. He easily downed the glass, feeling the slight burn of the alcohol followed by the strong taste of anise and herbs.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 11, 2017 9:57:47 GMT -6
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Leon was really unsure of where to proceed. It seemed both women were more interested in this Jupiter person, and now Abyss? Obviously it must be other mutants they knew. He was surprised when, the flowery smelling girl said he had a nice singing voice. He couldn't help but feel she was just humoring him. He was poisonous and ugly, so he couldn't see any compliment directed towards him as truly sincere. She had obviously overheard him, but she was probably just trying to be nice in spite of how bad it must have been. It seemed most of the people here were like this. Everyone was a mutant so they seemed unfazed by anything that they saw. so in spite of his appearance acting like an early warning system to the danger that he presented. Everyone seemed intent on treating him like he wasn't a monster, like he was just normal. It was maddening when his paranoia about accidentally poisoning someone was exacerbated by people who needed a verbal warning to even realize the danger they were in by being around him.
It seemed that the flower girl was uncomfortable about something, so naturally he assumed it was him, and scooted away a little while the dinosaur girl talked to her, unconsciously trying to put distance between them. Maybe he should leave so these two could talk about their friends without something like him getting in the way.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 8, 2017 20:45:43 GMT -6
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"DON'T COME NEAR ME!" yelled Leon, ready to push Derek away if he tried to get any closer. He yanked a particularly deep spine out of his shoulder, accompanied with another growl of pain, "I'M POISON! WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO GET IT THROUGH TO EVERYONE!" Usually Leon was reserved, saying little, but now he was pissed, having been struck in the face and essentially thrown on a bed of barbed nails. Even he had only so much he could take before snapping. "ONE, JUST ONE WILL KILL YOU! DON'T YOU GET IT!" He was tired of people treating him like he was normal, like he wan't some monster, like his spines weren't a big deal.
He tore spine after spine out until he couldn't reach anymore, a sparse circle of spines surrounding him. There were still a few still lodge between his shoulder blades, but enough were out where the pain was less intense. Breathing hard, he sat back, breathing hard and panting, more from emotional stress then physical exertion. A few deep breaths and his heart rate started returning to normal. "You get stuck, and and the venom attacks your nerves and skin cells directly, pure pain. If you don't go into shock immediately, you can't help but scream until you pass out from lack of air. It doesn't stop until your dead." He said, relaying what he knew from experience and what Doc Prof had told him about what his venom did. He could still hear the screams of those he had poisoned when he had first turned.
He wiped the blood from his nose. It was sore from where the disk had hit. "Don't act like I'm someone you can help, I'm a monster, and being around me can kill you." He glared at where the machine had been. What kind of wilderness survival training was this? Last time he checked machines didn't pop out at random in the middle of the woods.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 8, 2017 16:28:00 GMT -6
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Manti heard the newcomer as he picked a new rim off the shelf, "Hey," he called back as he walked back to the bike. "Don't mind me, just working," he said placing it down by the bike and taking a wrench to the bolts on the bent one, "What can I do for ya?" He couldn't smell any of the familiar scents off her that accompanied seasoned riders, so his first impression was she was just here to browse. Of course she could have had a really long bath and it would have washed the scent, but most riders would soon pick up the scent again the next time they rode.
She was young, a bit cute, but Manti had encountered his share of cute women to where it wasn't striking. In fact he somehow seemed to attract women somehow, despite his fearsome appearance, though admittedly a lot of them had turned out to be mutants. Not that there was anything wrong with how he looked, he looked awesome. He wondered if she was just looking for a gift for a friend, or if she was looking for her own.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 7, 2017 19:23:06 GMT -6
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The smell of hot iron and combustion permeated the workshop garage. Manti had come to love the smell over years of devoting himself to bike work. To him the smell was much stronger due to his mutations, so even the cooled cylinders of the exhaust pipes gave off the sweet perfume. Several bikes were parked around the garage, the ones Manti had finished working were lined up in a row, clean, polished and ready for pickup. Manti currently was working on one, changing out bent up rim on one of the wheels. The owner had hit a curb, causing some body damage he was currently repairing.
Business had been good, Manti's presence tended to attract mutant customers, as well as curious wondering eyes. He enjoyed the attention, sometimes giving riding demonstrations with his own bike out front where he would use his strength and agility to pull off stunts that a normal person would find impossible, which in turn attracted more business. Manti was one of the few who loved every aspect of his job.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 7, 2017 18:57:09 GMT -6
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Unfortunately for Leon, despite being for all accounts some sort of cat creature, he was lacking in any sort of evasive maneuvers, having avoided any type of conflict when possible. He had also been looking out for other campers, not booby traps. He saw Derek duck down, and heard him, but had not caught the source of the supposed danger. As such by the time he realized there was something hard was coming his way, it was too late for him to even begin thinking of reacting.
The first disk smacked him in the face, the other two hitting his neck and chest, knocking the large mutant backwards and off balance, falling down on this back with loud thump. The pain Leon was feeling in his face and upper body was suddenly accompanied by a large number of piercing needles sticking into his back. Because he bound his quills down under his cloths, they had a habit of breaking off and sticking into him, and the impact had broken off a number of them and drove them into his flesh. The combination of pain caused him to bellow out, a roaring cry like a lion.
He quickly rolled over,relieving the pressure on the quills sticking in his back, still pawing at his face where the disk had impacted. He felt liquid, and smelt copper, his nose was bleeding, though the blood was barely visible against the crimson of his fur. As his roar died down, he let out a string of pain induced explicatives.
"STAY AWAY!" he yelled at Derek as he all but tore off his jacket, a number of red quills falling out, and the inside of the jacket stained with spots of blood. Leon then began grabbing at the quills sticking into his back, pulling them out one by one, growling loudly as the barbed spines where pulled loose. He was in too much pain to be careful about where he put them, focusing on getting them out. His spine was flexible enough to where he could twist to reach most of them, but even so, some were lodged towards the the center of his back, the hardest place to reach.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 7, 2017 16:07:50 GMT -6
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Manti gave a soft chuckle as Ivy missed her shot, "Careful now," he said teasingly, "You might give the impression that you going easy on me." He wasn't above a bit of flirting. He didn't know if she had missed on purpose or not, but it was fun to tease her regardless. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you liked me or something." He knew most women wouldn't touch him, he was way too intimidating for most to handle, but he knew a few women that may take him up on a date, even if it was just out for a couple beers and a game of pool.
He rounded the corner and lined up a shot, glancing the side of another solid into a side pocket. By now his hands were feeling a little cramped from the billiard stick. He really should look into getting a custom one made. "Any interesting cases?" he asked, inquiring after her job, "Must be difficult, mutants and all making it unpredictable." Manti wasn't the type too assume guilt or innocence at a glance, for him actions spoke louder then what a person was, so being a mutant didn't automatically equal innocent even if he was one himself. He could see he didn't have a clear shot, so he instead aimed at one of the striped balls sitting near a whole, and hit it, making it roll away and make the shot more difficult. Manti also wasn't one to pull his punches.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 6, 2017 21:27:53 GMT -6
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Leon gave an uncomfortable sounding sigh as Derek noted his 'handsome' appearance. He knew how monstrous he looked, so the comment felt like it was mocking him. Though he supposed in the end he deserved it. He wasn't human anymore, he didn't deserve any luxuries that had been handed to him in the past few months. Derek was lucky that his mutation was something so minor, something that could allow him to easily pass as normal. Why was it that some mutants were so unaffected while his life was destroyed by it? He didn't have any answers,
"I'm strong I guess, and poisonous," he said, though he wasn't really sure about what he could do, having never really explored his abilities to their fullest as he was too preoccupied with keeping his quills under wraps. All he really knew about was what was visually apparent or what he experienced on a daily basis, so he was in the most part in the dark. He supposed he would learn a little more on this trip, but he wasn't planning on making it a priority.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 5, 2017 19:50:40 GMT -6
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"Actually the Manticore is Persian in origin." said Leon absently. He didn't have much to do with his time, so had started reading books. He wasn't exactly a study math type so he tried finding something interesting. The nickname the staff had given him because of his appearance had lead him to find out exactly what a Manticore was. Lion with the face of a man, rows of teeth, a scorpions tail, which left no trace of it's victims, presumably eating them bones, clothes and all. Yeah, a perfect name for a monster like him.
The banter didn't bother Leon, it was probably better then complete silence, at least he knew he wasn't making Derek any more uncomfortable then he could be walking with a monster a few feet behind him. Despite himself he was curious now that Derek had mentioned it. "What do you do?" he asked, though the tone implied that answering was not compulsory. He usually regretted asking what other mutants could do, mostly due to the fact that he envied the lucky ones who got to look normal or turn off their powers whenever they wanted. Still, it was interesting to some degree.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 5, 2017 17:32:15 GMT -6
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Leon started following Derek at a short distance, keeping at least three paces behind as Derek began talking again. So he had been warned before had of his quills. At least the school were taking the precautions that they should when sending a student to their potential deaths. He knew it was necessary, but it still made him feel bad at some level, as the school knew he couldn't be trusted. Ultimately he would agree with their decision, but it still hurt.
"It doesn't matter if I'm a 'bad guy'" responded Leon to Derek's attempt to convince him that he wasn't a monster, "I'm dangerous to be around, nothing's going to change that." It was a fate he was more or less resigned to. Relaxing wasn't an option, he had to make sure he didn't shed any quills for people to step on, and be on the look out for other 'campers' who may inadvertently run into him while trekking the woods. The woods were not a safe place with him in it.
"A small town," said Leon when asked about his past, "I don't really want to talk about it." He didn't want to revisit the old memories of a home he had lost, people he had hurt and almost killed. If there was a worse conversational companion then him he didn't know, he just knew that Derek wouldn't find him bearing his feelings anytime soon.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 4, 2017 22:32:38 GMT -6
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Leon looked at the bag, finding the zipper. Small objects were harder to manipulate with his big paws, but he manageed, and began ruffling through the contents of the bag. Canteen, rations, compass, rope... There, a folded map. He pulled it out, carefully so he didint rip it apart. "Here," he said, handing it over. He didn't trust himself not to rip it apart, between his strength and claws it was almost garenteed. He wasn't sure what he could do that he wouldn't ruin somehow. He guessed he was just along for the ride as a reluctant fifth wheel. Derek was unlucky to have been stuck with him as a partner. Someone who was a liability, a danger... A monster. The best he could do is just get out of Derek's way before he got him hurt.
"I'm poisonous, so you need to stay away from me." He said, getting the warning out early in case he didn't know. He got to his feet, ready to follow Derek, he didn't want to be walking in front of anyone, if someone walked into him, it was almost a death sentence
Posted by Manticore on Jun 4, 2017 22:12:29 GMT -6
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Manti hasn't met a telepath before, and is probably too confident to be blackmailed, though Margo is free to try. PM me if your interested in the red fireball.
Posted by Manticore on Jun 4, 2017 16:33:05 GMT -6
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Leon listened as instructions were told. He could hear it just fine from his spot, part of his mutation. Basically a camping trip. Greaaaat...
He wished he was normal so he could enjoy this, but really this was just begging for tragedy when someone inevitably got too close to him. Maybe he should have had his quills pulled again before coming, though it would have made little difference since they grew back so quickly. By the time they got there they would have grown back.
Then someone approached him. He supposed it was his 'partner'. He pulled himself back a little reflexively as, what was his name, Derek? As Derek got near. Anyone who had been around him knew he was borderline phobic of any physical contact due to his poison., so he didn't offer a hand or anything as Derek greeted him with the usual 'cheeriness' that everyone here seemed to have towards him in spite of the obvious danger that should have been triggering some form self preservation. By now he should have expected it, but he still hoped someone would show some common sense when it came to something so obviously dangerous.
"Um.... thanks," said Leon, carefully taking his pack from Derek, avoiding any physical contact as he took it by the opposite strap. "Leon," he responded to the introduction. Leon wasn't social. He was probably a bit better after a lot of prodding from various people trying to get him out into the open, but it still left much to be desired.
