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.
“Sounds good,” Shane responded. He shifted some of his mass back towards his tiny little legs. For a while there (if you weren’t looking at his lower half) he was doing a good job hiding how thin he was. But now that that part of him was being put back to where it rightfully belongs, the weakness started to creep back onto his face. He zipped his coat up to try and conceal his body a bit better.
Blood left a few bucks on the counter for Rex and the two tossed a few passive aggressive jokes back and forth before he and Shane started heading for the door. Jells opened the door for the two of them and the cold air hit him like a punch to the face. He’d forgotten what it was like outside, and suddenly he wasn’t so eager to go back out to the real world.
Jells went for another handshake as they were exiting, but Shane slid his hands into his pockets, quietly saying, “I’m good,” as he walked out the door. He grumbled something to himself as Blood followed behind.
As the wandered down the street, the realization that he was actually going through with this began to sink in. He flipped up the collar of his jacked and pulled his hat low; he really did hate walking among people, especially when he was on his way to a murder scene. He kept reminding himself that despite how strange this was, this man deserved what he got, and there was no reason to feel guilty about benefiting from his misfortune. Still, the curiosity was getting the better of him.
“So, what did this guy do, anyways?” He asked, unsure if he should have.
“Unfortunately I didn’t have the time to…dispose of the body. If you can take care of that for me, money is yours.”
The way he said it really did make it feel like a fairly easy job. He may have said “I left some food out on the table back at the house. It’s yours if you’re willing to head back there and get it.” But at this point, an easy meal was sounding better and better the more they talked about it.
Then he took to thinking how this could be any worse then what he did in the first place. The animals and people he’d eaten had, for the most part just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but it’s not like they had done much to deserve their fate. If he took this route, he might actually be doing a favor for the rest of the city, cleaning up the streets, so to speak.
“That’s it, eh?” He started. “I think I could handle that.” He spoke with a level of confidence that may have been convincing to anyone who couldn’t see his face, which was shriveled and screamed second thoughts.
Really though, what’s the worst that could happen?
Truth be told, the money was the least enticing part of the whole thing. He didn’t exactly like being in any of the types of places or situations where they would be of use to him. In fact, he really hadn’t really held the stuff since he was a kid. Looking at the pile of crinkly bills in front of him, he couldn’t even gauge if that was a sizeable sum, or something to be scoffed at.
Still, there was something that seemed unnatural about the whole thing. He’d never really eaten anything he hadn’t killed before, and he’d had at least one bad experience with doing the deed with others… watching. “First job is a test. You do good, we can talk about giving you a more permanent job later.” Those words were what worried him, the test part in particular. Any kind of pressure was not something he could deal with very well, at least in that category. Eaten had always been a very private part of his life, and not something that he was particularly interested in sharing with rest of the world beyond the knowledge that it does happen.
His stomach growled as he looked at the money. He rubbed it soothingly to try and calm it down. He was really hungry. Perhaps he could get over it just this one time. Who knows, maybe he wouldn’t pass the test and he wouldn’t need to deal with this again after the first time. What could one time hurt?
“OK,” he said looking back up to Blood. “What’s this test going to be then?”
“You seem like you’re a good kid and you have some talent about you. Why not make some money as well as get a full stomach?”
Shane had a fairly large grin on his face. The man had managed to toss a complement, and offer of money and a full stomach all in two short sentences! All of those were things he could get excited about, and he was already in a pretty good mood. To say the least, Shane was interested in hearing more, but the excitement he was feeling was written all over his face.
“Unfortunately there are a lot of bad people in the world and I may be called upon to take care or one or two of them.“
This comment, however, brought him back to reality again, even if it took a second to register. There were definitely worse things he could have said. The fact that he mentioned that the people he dealt with were the “bad” people made the whole comment much easier to deal with, but his skepticism was certainly beginning to grow.
“Sadly it’s just so messy. I think someone like you with your talents could make an excellent name for themselves, and be fed in the process.”
Shane was a little dumbfounded by the words he was hearing. He knew enough about alcohol to know he was getting drunk and that that could be a factor of him not hearing correctly. He knew he was hearing the right words though. He was starting to feel at least a little uncomfortable though. He took a quick glance around the room to make sure no one had decided that now was the time to look up from their drinks.
The most surprising part, though, was that he didn’t have any kind of immediate aversion to the idea.
“What exactly would you want me to do?” he asked, seeing no harm in trying to get the whole picture. After all, it’s hard to really evaluate that sort of proposition based solely on vague comments alone.
Shane sat in silence for a moment; taking little sips of his beer as he watched Blood change his head back to a human. It really was an impressive feat. It left him feeling quite relieved about his own power though, watching the moment of pain on his face as the last few changes were taking place but hadn’t quite finished. He was quite lucky that there wasn’t any pain involved with his shifting.
His glass was aiming up to the ceiling when Blood finally finished as Shane swallowed the last few drops of his second glass of the night. A tingling feeling was beginning to spread throughout his body and he was feeling quite warm inside. He was feeling quite good. His company flipped over his cup at the bar, and Shane slid his mug over to rest it next to the smaller shot glass. He was only half paying attention to what blood was saying, but a few key words snapped him back from his little haze into reality.
“You know, kid, if you’re still hungry, let me know. Can’t go around all skin and bones, you know?”
His stomach growled with excitement, and audibly at that. There was no denying he could use any meals he could get at this point. Regardless of what he had in mind, it was probably for the best if he at least had a listen to what Blood had to offer.
“I could probably afford to put on a few pounds.” He smiled and looked to his gut, sucking it in slightly. “Why, what did you have in mind?”
The woman entered to room casually with what appeared to be a minimal amount of interest. The look on her face was enough to let Shane know that she probably wasn’t the one usually welcoming guests, but she’d made the effort, and he was grateful.
He took a moment to look at her from across the room, trying to see if there was anything irregular about her that might allow him to confirm that he was, indeed, in a home for mutants. Nothing looked out of place though, not that that really meant anything. He’d worked out by now that you didn’t need to have any outward signs to still have an interesting mutation.
“I’m not entirely sure I’m in the right place…” he started. He’d never liked asking for help, and as time went on the actual act of asking just got harder and harder. And of course, asking it of someone he has never seen before was just an awkward experience. “I’m looking for the Sanctuary.” He manages to force it out before his eyes begin to try to avoid contact with hers.
At least his voice was clear. He’d made the effort to give himself a proper mouth before arriving for a change. Making one on the fly had never yielded very good results when conversation was involved. He started brushing the wrinkles out of his jacket to give him a bit of an excuse for not looking to the woman at the moment as he waited for an answer. He was sure he was in the right place, but if he wasn’t, he didn’t like the idea of being inside a strange building with people he didn’t know.
Shane leaned in a bit. He wasn’t exactly ashamed of his habits, but he didn’t really want everyone else knowing what he did on his own time, at least not that stuff anyways. The two of them hadn’t exactly been keeping a low profile since they came in, and the lion’s head really added another level of the presence in the dim room. In the back of his mind he knew that oddities likely weren’t uncommon in a place like this, after all, the bouncer was a giant slime ball and the bartender had four arms. But even then “I eat people” weren’t exactly the words he was looking forward to splashing all over their eavesdropping ears.
“It’s not really eating.” He whispered before pausing for a moment to think about what the best word would be. “It’s more like absorbing them into my body. The mouth isn’t really necessary at all.“ He closed his mouth up leaving a smooth deadpan face with nothing more then his eye’s to emote with. A slit opened up again shortly thereafter and he started up again, still is whisper.
“I’m not a monster or anything." He was quite firm in his tone. He really wanted that point across. "I don’t just go for people. I usually stick with animals, actually. People just aren’t off the menu either”
He leaned back and looked around the room to see if anyone had been listening in. There wasn’t a single face that seemed remotely interested in what was happening at the counter though, and he relaxed in his seat. It did feel good to discuss things like that sometimes.
The air was getting colder every night, and despite putting up with the worst of it for years in the woods, he was beginning to think that it might be for the best if this time he let his pride take a backseat for a change and search out some kind of help. He’d been living on the streets for months now, crashing in alleys or sleeping in trees in central park. He wasn’t ashamed of those living arrangements at all. He loved having the sky above him, not feeling like he was trapped in a small room. But that was exactly what he feared was waiting for him if he chose to take this path.
Homeless shelters weren’t exactly high on his list for exactly those reasons. Shane carried around an excessive amount of distrust when it came to other people. Mutants were a notable exception usually but they weren’t entirely off the list either. He knew right from the get go that he didn’t want to leave himself in a place that was overrun by filthy people that would be judging him. The irony of him judging them so harshly wasn’t lost on him, but he truly felt he was justified in his contempt for the average Joe because of the way he’d been treated by them as a kid. If he could find a place that offered similar comforts but that dealt with mutants that would certainly be the ideal.
The first place that came to mind was the mansion he’d been brought to by Gina a few months earlier. It certainly seemed to fit the bill exactly: all mutants, a roof over his head, food and medical care. What more could he hope for? The idea didn’t linger for long though. He’d left that place on fairly poor terms, and going back would be a painfully uncomfortable experience, and that would be the best-case scenario.
So that was out. The only other name that came to mind was a place referred to as the Sanctuary. He didn’t know too much about it, but the name had come up a few times around the people he’d come across in his few short months, especially at the fight event that he’d participated in. He’d been under the impression that entire event had close ties with this place, and somehow that made it more appealing to him.
He knew enough about its general location to get him within a few blocks of it, and he’d heard enough about their golden doors to recognize it when he finally found the building. He approached the Sanctuary hesitantly, unsure of the protocol surrounding the place. He didn’t want to make a bad impression right off the bat. The door popped open, but only enough to let his head pop in through the crack. He took around the large entranceway to see if anyone was around, but no one seemed to be within his line of sight at that moment. He pulled himself the rest of the way in, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. Clearly there was no welcoming party waiting for him, but he could hear voices echoing from the surrounding rooms.
Blood had just become slightly more intimidating. Wrestling a lion and living to tell the tale would be a feat on it’s own, but winning put it just over the top in the badass category. Rex had shuffled over to their area to clear another set of glasses from the counter and was caught off guard by the lion’s head on the return trip, not noticing as he passed them the first time. His shock almost caused him to drop the glasses, but luckily the mini arms were able to catch it. Shane caught the whole thing, and chuckled to himself. He didn’t laugh like that often. He was really beginning to enjoy himself.
“Alright,” Shane started, taking another sip before he continued. “Well, I’ve figured out I can’t stomach any type of metal. Almost anything else will break down eventually, even if it doesn’t add much to the bulk. But not metal. It just won’t settle and ends ups scratching up my insides.” He paused for effect, making cutting motions across his abdomen. He found it smirk worthy, but he couldn’t really read the cat’s face to tell if Blood had. Probably best to just keep moving along, he thought to himself.
“I’ve found myself coughing up belt buckles and zippers more times then I can count. The little things, like rings or necklaces, they come up fine, but the worst one yet, well it almost killed me.” He leaned in close, as if he didn’t want to anyone to hear this part, despite being fine with anyone who cared enough to eaves drop knowing everything else. “I almost slaughtered my insides when I managed to swallow a knife.”
He leaned back again. Showing off his gut and making a circular motion around the area that he’d managed to pull it out before any real damage had been caused.
“It must have been sheathed when I first swallowed it, because it was a few hours before I started feeling the pain in my chest.” The guy had been a low life, or at least that’s how he looked. The knife justified that theory after the fact, but at the time he had just been waiting alone in an alley, Shane’s ideal hunting ground since he’d arrived in the city. The man was likely a drug dealer of some sort, and it was very likely that Shane had swallowed those up as well. It’s possible that they may have numbed the pain a bit, explaining the delay on his discovery of the offending item, but he never overdosed, so either the man wasn’t holding much, or what he had wasn’t that strong.
He was really having a hard time reading the lion’s expressions. He had no idea if his story lied up to his claims. He didn’t really care either way though. It was fun to share that with someone else. Up until that moment, there wasn’t anyone else who knew about the knife, let alone the difficulty swallowing metal.
Well, that was certainly impressive. Shane sat there sipping his drink moderately uncomfortable as he sat face to face with a lion. Well, a lions face on a man’s body, slightly more unsettling. He just sat there for a moment, admiring the mutation. He hadn’t exactly had the clearest memory of what it had been that the man could do, but this certainly brought it back. Some kind of chimera man, pretty damn terrifying, and seeing him speak like that only made it stranger.
“I have to eat whatever I shift into.”
And suddenly the entire thing becomes much more impressive with a few quick words. He ate a lion? He’d dealt with bears and wolves before, but never big cats. He’d suspected that there may have been cougars in his forest, but he’d never encountered any, and none ever challenged his right to a kill. The wolves were a different story though, causing problems for him on a fairly regular basis. He’d taken quite a few down, but usually it was easier to just stay above them in the tree line then battle it out. From what he knew of lions they didn’t operate that differently from the wolves, however they’re certainly much larger then any dog he’d ever encountered.
“Well…” he started, realizing he hadn’t said much since the transformation had begun. “I certainly can’t claim that one. How did you get it? Did you actually go to Africa?” He was quite intrigued by the image of this man wrestling a lion into submission before killing it. In his head he just assumed that a gun was the weapon of choice, but the image wasn’t going to be shaked anytime soon.
“My list will probably far less impressive now.” He took another full sized sip from his mug, starting to feel more comfortable with the giant, toothed mouth inches from his face. “I mean, I was just going to name off some of the strange things the people were wearing at the time.”
“I said I’d treat you for being a good fighter, and so I am.”
Shane’s attention snapped back to Rex as he took his glass away. He was fairly eager to get another mug filled, even though he wasn’t completely sold on the actual quality of the stuff. He was starting to clue in that this was probably the alcohol taking over, but he really didn’t mind; he was enjoying himself, and he didn’t get to do that too often. He watched with reserved excitement as the glass filled under the tap and he couldn’t help but think how he was definitely going to be an alcoholic by the time he left this place.
“Trust me, I’m sure I could beat you in the ‘weirdest-thing-I’ve-eaten’ discussion. My mutation depends on it too.”
The last bit hung in the air for a moment. He’d never really thought about how Blood, much less anyone else’s mutations would function. If memory served, he was some kind of animal shifter, but the details were quite foggy. If eating was indeed a part of it though, he still couldn’t get his head around what that part would be. Does he simply mean he has the urge to hunt, similar to himself, or is there something else.
“You don’t say?” He responded, the intrigue audible in his voice. “Let’s hear your best one then? I’d imagine the contents of this guy could top anything floating in yours.” He patted his stomach, moving some mass from various other parts to the gut to make it a little larger. The effect was probably lost beneath his jacket though, despite being unzipped, it still covered him almost completely.
He hoped that hearing the sorts of things he ate would help him paint some kind of picture of what kind of power he was dealing with. He certainly didn’t want to discover this man was partial to devouring other mutants after all. Rex approached and casually slide Shane the mug, now full to the brim. He eager grabbed it up and downed another choking gulp.
Definitely going to be an alcoholic by the time he leaves.
“How’s the stomach? Satisfied yet? You must have a strong one to handle Rex’s cooking…”
He didn’t have many worries about the digestion of the sandwich. If he could handle the raw meat his diet usually consisted of, cooked stuff - regardless of how poorly it may have been done – shouldn’t be any kind of an issue. The familiar bubbling of his gut began to kick in though as the mass was slowly assimilated into his own. It wasn’t much, no more then he would gain from a small rodent, but it was refreshing nonetheless. The newly added flesh slide it’s way up to his hands, and his shifted some of the bulk in his feet to the forearms in much the same way (if he was sitting, there wasn’t any need to waste it on dangling limbs). From the right angle, he would have looked like two kids on each other’s shoulders under his giant coat.
His much sturdier looking hands patted his torso, and he smirked a little. “I wouldn’t worry about me. I’ve got an iron stomach.” He leaned in a bit and lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “Hell, you wouldn’t believe some of the things I’ve eaten.” He chuckled a little bit, patting him lightly on the back. He turned back to the bar and mimicked Blood’s glass tap signifying he interest in a refill. Then it hit him that this wasn’t an open bar, and he was being treated.
“You don’t mind, do you?” He said, rotating the glass towards his company. His eyes expanded ever so slightly in a puppy dog fashion.
Very cool character