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.
"If you don't mind me asking, can I ask what your gift is?"
She genuinely seemed interested in his mutation, and he liked that. Despite his desire to stay out of the public eye, he’d never say he was ashamed of who he was. Before he was able to let out a response, though, she was already on top of showing off her own.
The axe she constructed out of the pink glowing light was pretty damn cool. “How solid does that get?” he asked, genuinely intrigued. He realized he hadn’t actually answered the girl’s question, and decided that showing seemed to be a pretty solid way to explain it. His arm twisted and extended out of his jacket sleeve, the mass moving from his other arm. His stretched the clump out in an attempt to fashion an axe similar to the one she’d made.
“It’s pretty far from sharp.” He commented examining it as he polished off little imperfections. “Likely wouldn’t hurt much at all to be hit with it. I try to stick with blunt weapons if I need them." It was true. Regardless of what kind of impressive shapes he managed to form, they were still just limbs essentially, and one this thin would likely cause him more pain then his opponent.
He let his hand collapse in on itself and he turned his attention back to the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aura.” He even managed to let out a smile.
“Don’t just stand there! Unless you want to get caught, of course!”
Blood grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, dragging him out of the bedroom. It only took a few steps for him to cooperate it wasn’t until they were out of the room that he let go. Fortunately for the two of them he seemed to know his way around the house. He led them to the end of the hall where a second staircase waited and the two of them rushed up the stairs as quietly as they could. Then Shane noticed the blood trail.
Fortunately it wasn’t as obvious as footprints would have been, but the drops were certainly visible if you knew they were there. As they rushed up to the third floor, he split his attention between keeping up and figuring out where the source of the drips were, but it wasn’t until they had entered another, smaller bedroom that he found the source. By that point they had already left the trail all the way. Blood closed the door carefully behind them as they entered the room.
“We may have an additional problem.” He said, holding up his jacket to reveal the smear of wet blood dripping from the seam at the bottom. He gestured with his hand the path of a few visible drops leading out to the door. An apologetic look was all he could muster onto his face.
Looking around the room, there weren’t many options left for them. A small closet and a window that lead onto the roof were the only places to go, other then back out into the hallways, but the murmuring of the police below them ruled that out as an option pretty quickly. The window seemed logical to him, so he headed for it, trying to open it as gently as he could.
Between the sound of the knocking downstairs and Blood shouting into his face, Shane found enough noise to wake himself up a bit further; just enough to let him realize how urgent the situation was. There might not be a body any longer, but being the monster covered in the missing person’s blood never looks good, especially with the police. He’d been having far too many run-ins with the cops lately.
“S***,” he said quietly to himself. Then he turned to Blood with a very honest tone, “What do we do?”
The thought that he may have been sod out by Blood had certainly crossed his mind, but since the man was standing right there with him it seemed a little less likely. Coming to terms with the reality of the situation, he immediately wandered over to the bed where his jacket was resting. He quickly through it on, zipping it up and being pleasantly surprised when it fit much better this time around.
KNOCK!! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!
Another round of knocking came, this time much louder and faster then the first. This time, instead of voices calling out, the sound of the still unlocked door being opened creaked through the air.
The girl had spotted him. No surprise there, it’s not as though he’d been very subtle about his stare. He’d assumed the girl was going to snap at him, tell him to mind his own business. He was about to walk off and pretend that nothing had happened when she started speaking.
"Hello, my name is Aura, and yours?"
Not quite what he was expecting. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t pleased though. He hadn’t met much of anyone at the Sanctuary in his brief time spent at the shelter, and a friendly face was certainly something he was pleased to see. He never really went looking for friendship, and he didn’t really need it (as far as he was concerned, anyways) but he certainly wasn’t against it.
“I’m Shane,” he started, stuttering a little. The girl had mentioned she was named for her power, which seemed to be a trend among the few acquaintances he’d met here. He’d picked up a nickname himself over the years and was beginning to think he should start making better use of it. “I go by Shade too, if you prefer.” He added.
“I just moved here myself. Still trying to get a sense of the place.” He felt as though he were lying, possibly to himself as he said that. The word “moved” just sounded incorrect to him. It made it sound so permanent, and that made him uncomfortable. Clearly this place was going to take some getting used to.
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Shane was in a dream-like state. He knew what was happening. There was nothing new about the experience. They were always the same. He’d spend a few minutes in this fantasy, and then he’d wake up. Truth be told though, he never really knew how long these experiences lasted. Some tended to go on for hours, others only a few minutes.
They were terrible dreams where he felt as though we was awake the entire time, but trapped inside someone else’s head. Some were almost frighteningly vivid nightmares, while others were peaceful and pleasant dreams. Fortunately for him, this appeared to be the latter.
He found himself surrounded by photos of both people he recognized as well as ones he’d never seen before. They were spread out on the floor, and he appeared to be collecting them up. Presumably they had spilled out onto the floor from a box or album. He never quite got a very good look at any of the faces, but a few were definitely faces he knew. He didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought though. The entire scene started to get lost in a red haze before he realized he was waking up again.
It took him a moment to realize where he was again. Or rather, it took him a minute to grasp the situation fully. The puddle of drying red liquid was the first visual he took in, and it was hard to get past that. He was covered in the blood all along he front side. He propped himself up, slowly this time, and the rest of the room came into focus. He felt fairly confident his dream hadn’t been for very long, but any amount of time was likely too long.
The he heard the footsteps coming up the stairs towards him. He was only half aware of what was going on, still waking up, so he did very little to react to the footsteps. All he could do was hope that they belonged to his ally outside. His face relaxed he saw Blood’s frustrated face rounded the. Shane brought himself to his feet as he entered, surprising himself with his regained height.
“I guess I did it.” He said sleepily, shaking the blood from his hands and brushing it off his chest.
Both of the men’s attention shifted to window when the dim blue and red lights started to shine through the window, lighting the otherwise dark room. The lights were getting brighter every second. This night wasn’t exactly going according to plan.
The Sanctuary was still a very foreign place to Shane. He’d never call himself moved in, but he was starting to get a better sense of the place. Locking himself in with other people was not a course of action he’d ever just jump into under any circumstances. The fact that the people here were all mutants did wonders for his faith in them, but he had a natural sense of skepticism that he likely wouldn’t be shaking any time soon.
For the time being, he preferred to keep to himself and explore. Streets and forests were easy places to get a good lay of the land. All that’s required in places like that is a high vantage point and a decent memory. Here though, where he had a roof over his head and hallways to deal with, he had little choice but to do a little sight seeing.
He’d past a few other residents, a few with outward signs of their mutant status (he preferred it when that was the case), but most didn’t pay him much attention, and he returned the same level of interest. He came across a girl who appeared to be glowing though who caught his interest.
It would probably be fair to call him a mutant fan at this point in his life, getting the kind of giddiness someone would have at the sight of a minor celebrity when he spotted someone with a truly intriguing power. This girl, and the way she formed objects – weapons really – out of the air fell into this category. He watched as the girl formed the weapons in her hands and then let them melt away.
Then he realized he’d been staring, and for a little too long.
His eyes lit up slightly. Hearing he was in the right place was a weight lifted off his shoulders. The girl on the other side of the room didn’t exactly look like a mutant as far as he could tell, but the confidence in her answer brought a little enthusiasm to his demeanor.
“Great! Maybe you can…” he started, taking a few steps towards the woman when he realized something was wrong. He hadn’t noticed while he was standing still, but much of his mass had collected in the lower parts of his figure and he couldn’t move it back up again.
Panic started to set in. This was like nothing he had ever experienced before. To Shane, this was just shy of full paralysis. The constant moving his body went through had become second nature that he was left feeling immobile all of a sudden. His gaze shifted back to the woman, who only seemed mildly interested. He wasn’t quite able to get a fully formed sentence out, but he managed a look that begged the question, “do you know what is happening to me?”
It was such a small thing in the grander scheme, but those few words were enough to alleviate half of his stress surrounding the entire ordeal. An inability to perform (in a sense) was a very likely scenario if Blood had joined them, and despite their friendship in the bar, out here in the cold with a dead body looming few from where they stood, things just felt less… friendly.
“I should be fine on my own.” He said, raising a dismissive hand to the idea of company. He took another look towards the building, following it with a drawn out sigh. Blood didn’t exactly seem excited about this procedure, at least not anymore. He seemed to be a bit anxious being there, and his lack of enthusiasm did little calm Shane down. “Let’s just get this over with,” he thought to himself as he started for the door.
The porch creaked as he took his first steps onto the property. In retrospect, it likely wasn’t very loud, but everything felt very quiet at that point, and the little creak seemed to be like an air horn cutting through the silence. He walked on his toes the last few steps to the door, which thankfully opened without making much of a sound.
The house was eerily normal looking. Nothing seemed out of place, and just looking around offered no information that anything heinous had taken place here. He lingered in the front hallway for a moment, looking around at the pictures of the man and what he could only assume was his family. He could see into the living room from where he stood, and could tell that this man was well off by the impressive collection of furniture just within view through the doorway.
His attention shifted back to the stars though. He’d never known this much about a victim of his before, and he had no interest in starting a trend today. He climbed the carpeted stairs up the second floor as Blood had instructed. When he reached the top, he began to get the vibe that he wasn’t getting downstairs; that something had taken place in the house. There was an odor that he wasn’t extremely familiar with, at least not in that kind of intensity. The smell of blood. As he turned the corner that lead into the bedroom of gunrunner the smell and visual collided and overpowered him causing him to stumble a little bit.
The man was hardly recognizable when compared to the pictures he’d seen hanging downstairs. He was hardly in one piece, and him and everything around him was coated in red. The nose had had on his face sucked back in, shutting down his sense of smell, something he had no interest in making use of right now. The sandwich from earlier was having a hard time staying down, and any help he could give it was a bonus.
He tried to avoid eye contact with the man as he approached it. His head was angled up towards the door and his eyes were still open, staring right at him. Shane took a walk around him, circling to the backside. He took his jacket off and tossed it on the bed, and then with a loud gulp, he spread himself out over the body as best he could. He hardly had the mass to cover the man who hadn’t seemed so large while he was lying there motionless. He did manage to cover the body fully, though.
The familiar feelings of a large kill started to creep back in. the tingling throughout his body as the flesh of the two of them started to merge and absorb into his own. He hadn’t allowed himself to shrink to this level in a very long time, at least not since he’d been good enough to hunt, and the drastic change in body mass was almost painful. The change has a very literal sobering feeling as well, as the alcohol in his system no longer occupies very much at all.
The whole process takes a few minutes to complete, close to 6 or 7, but it get’s easier the longer it goes on. When he finally stops, he’s left lying there on the floor in the same place the gunrunner had been only minutes earlier. He was at least twice his size when he walked into the house, but much to his disgust, he’s lying naked in a pool of blood, and he’s soaked in it.
When he realizes this, he starts to get up quickly and escape from the puddle, but the sudden change in height makes him woozy and he tumbles down again a few feet from where he started. Then he starts to remember his occasional tendency to pass out after a kill. He hadn’t done it for a while, but if anything would set it off, it would be a drastic weight shift like this one.
He starts to crawl a few feet towards the door, but he can feel his eyes getting heavy and his movements start to slow.
Shane nodded, satisfied with the answer. The whole thing was starting to become more and more like the movies, which got him a little excited. This whole evening had taken on an extra layer of surreal now that the mob was involved. 5 minutes ago, he didn’t even know that such a thing existed in this city, and now he was indirectly working for them! What was he getting himself into?
They walked for a few minutes, mostly in silence. It was Shane’s fault that there wasn’t more of a conversation. His face was buried in his jacket, reluctant to come out and his mind was racing trying to imagine what this scene would look like when they arrived. He’d never admit it to anyone, but the sight of blood made him a little uncomfortable. He’d learned out to suffocate his prey long ago, and since he could just swallow them whole, it was a rare event for him to need to draw blood during a confrontation. His companion on the other hand, he had donned the name Blood. He had a hard time imagining that they would share a similar belief system.
It hadn’t been a very long walk at all when their pace began to slow down. The red brick was not far away, and the sight of it started to make him a little antsy. His walking started to become a little wobbly (though to be fair, this could have been a result of the alcohol) and all that was going through his head was “if you have any second thoughts, now’s the time.” He didn’t though.
He quickly regained his composure, looking up the house as the took their last few steps up towards it. “This is the place, I take it?” he asked.
