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.
The second that plate hit the counter Shane started salivating, which he didn’t even know he could do. The smell overpowered all of the other odors that had filled the air before it’s arrival. Refreshing was probably the best word to describe it’s arrival, though there were several different feeling rushing through his head at that moment, hunger one that was clawing it’s way to the surface.
He grabbed the sandwich into his skinny hands and examined it, noting where the sauce and juices were leaking down the side of the bread. There was a moment of hesitation in his eyes as he looked at it, but then he shrugged, opened his mouth extremely wide so as to fit the entire thing in whole, and then proceeded to gently place the sandwich into the back of his throat. As it disappeared into the dark void of his throat, his mouth began to shrink down around it until it returned to its original size. And that was it, sandwich finished. No chewing, no swallowing. Just dropping it into his belly was all he needed. A small burp escaped his lips, which he apologized for and then finished his beer. Normally.
“For a few reasons.” He began answering the man’s question. “I guess the big one is I like to have an open sky of my head.” He gestured up to the ceiling before he realized that they weren’t actually outside. "But I do also have an issue with taking charity from, people.” The last word rolled off his tongue with a hefty dose of spite. He took look around the room and formed a small smile. “Mutants are a different story though.”
He was beginning to notice he was far more chatty then usual. That was far more then he would usually tell someone he more or less just met. It didn’t really bother him at all though; he just carried on with the conversation.
He was going for the touchdown, dodging everyone that stood between him and the other end of the schoolyard. Sam wasn’t going to let that happen. He dove at Shane from behind, grabbing hold of his leg. As they collapsed, Shane’s shin practically melted through his fingers. “Mu…Mutant!” Sam shouted.
“So…why are you so hungry? Looks to me like you haven’t seen so much as a peanut in days…”
He’d almost forgotten he was hungry. Taking in the new surroundings had given him some much needed distraction, just enough to make his gut forget to grumble. The reminder was all it needed to start moaning again, though, and off it went, competing with the low classic rock that was playing throughout the bar.
“A few days?” He asked, blowing it off as if that were nothing. And to him, it really wasn’t. A few days were a relatively short time for him. His eating habits had become more snake-like as he grew up. One large meal was enough to last him up to a few weeks. He’d kind of fallen into a routine of spaced out big meals rather then regular small meals. His move to the city really threw a wrench into that system though, leaving him with more of a grab what you can attitude.
“Truth be told, my last real meal was probably around the last time I ran into you.” He said, following it up with attempt number two at a larger beer chug. The results were similar to the first.
Blood’s face lead Shane to believe that he wasn’t all too familiar with that kind of diet. “I don’t really eat… normally,” He added in. As vague as it was, it was easier then blabbering on about absorbing animals whole rather then chewing them; it was really more of a need to be seen sort of activity.
His stomach seemed to appreciate the beer though, the grumbling slowing a bit as the liquid settled in on yet another gulp. It was strange to him, but Shane was already starting to find the taste to be improving. A small hiccup escaped his lips as he set his nearly empty glass on the counter.
“Stick with the steak sandwich. It’s the one less likely to give you ebola.”
He really wasn’t prepared to hunt through the menu, and Blood’s recommendation certainly sounded appetizing, apart from the ebola part, that is. He tapped his fingers on the menu as he weighed his options, then finally pushed the laminated paper back towards Rex.
“I suppose I’ll try that then.” He did his best to pass off a look of nonchalant indifference. The few people who were even remotely interested in him weren’t really buying it though. He hunched over on his stool, and turned to look at his companion.
“So, you’re a regular here then, eh?” He asked, taking another miniscule sip of his beer. A quick glance around the room wasn’t feeling like it was sufficient any longer. The hunter in him was starting to slip out, and he really wanted to get a better sense of his surroundings. His gaze drifted from Blood almost as fast as it had moved to him.
The entire bar was filled with people he had a hard time imagining being anywhere else. It was like they were just another part of the building itself. A few were passed out, face down at their tables, but most seemed to be brooding. There were few smiles in the place, and the few there were always seemed to follow some kind of snide remark. The one thing they all had in common was a greasy exterior. There wasn’t a single washed head of hair amongst the crowd. And once again, he felt as though he was part of the gang. He wasn’t entirely sure if he was safe with all of them, but until something presented itself as a threat, he was perfectly happy spending time with this group of people.
He managed to spot a particularly gruff man looking man with a pale completion chug a full glass of beer as if it were nothing. He looked at his nearly full glass and realized he wasn’t doing it right. Taking a deep breath, he leaned his head back and started chugging the beer.
He only got about a quarter of the way through it before he chocked and started coughing up a storm. Who said fitting in was easy?
Slapping him in the back, Blood had knocked Shane into the counter, where he barely managed to stand on his feet. The bar stool he had crashed into appeared to be locked off to the ground, not budging on contact, but further examination would indicate that it was simply stuck to the floor due to a mixture of any number of sticky substances. Popping a smile onto his face, he looked up at the bartender, Rex, as the man slid him a menu.
“What’ll be, tough guy?” He asked, surprised by Blood’s comment about Shane’s combat prowess. Shane sifted through the menu to try and find the drinks section while Rex’s eyes moved back and forth between Blood and his feeble figure.
He wasn’t really very good at reading. He could do it just fine. He’d finished grade school before he ran off to the woods, so he was a competent reader. It was the speed that he could do it at that was embarrassing for him. He hadn’t had much of a chance to practice the last few years, and didn’t have many opportunities to practice now. He could feel the impatience of the bartender’s stare as he flipped the few pages, so his gaze moved upwards to the bottles and taps around him. He looked around for anything that jumped out at him as a possible contender for a good drink. Along the taps, he spotted an image of a deer. “Sure” he thought, “why not?”
“I’ll try this one,” he said, leaning over in his seat and pointing towards the taps. Rex didn’t seem as though he understood which one, but moved towards the tap. Shane stretched his arm out longer so he could point to the exact brand. Rex eyed him suspiciously before turning his gaze back to Blood.
“You haven’t brought me a minor, have you?” He asked, a chuckle following the question. Something about the man made him think he wouldn’t take issue to serving minors anyways.
Rex slide him a glass of the beer, turning his attention back to Blood again, waiting for his order. Shane took a small sip of his drink giving it a taste. He wasn’t a fan, but when he realized everyone was at least partially looking to see his reaction, he feigned a smile, raising the glass and miming cheers. He then went back to the menu. He could really go for some meat.
They had arrived at a door that did very little to notify passers by that anything more then a closet resided behind it. A dim neon sign hung above the rotten door, intending to read “Splicer” but had burnt out a few letters, leaving only “lice” visible from a distance. To call it a hole in the wall would be reasonable, were it not sealed up so tightly. No windows were visible and the door certainly didn’t let in any light. The space under the door was likely the only source of airflow this place could be receiving. Shane went along with it though. That was just the sort of mood he was in.
A bill slipped under the door triggered a slit to open up with a voice to accompany it. The two men exchanged “pleasantries” before being allowed to enter. The man behind the slit turned out to be a man like none he’d seen before. Shane actually took quite a liking to him immediately; the two of them had very similar body types, despite the colour differences. It was hard for him not to immediately find a connection with the man’s appearance. A hand was extended with a greeting as he looked for confirmation Shane was indeed a mutant. “A stupid question” he though to himself, but he’d certainly accept the handshake, at least until Blood blocked the exchange.
“Don’t touch him, He’s fairly acidic.” He warned. The green man grinned a smile of veiled disappointment. “Always taking my fun away.”
Shane was mildly irritated by the foiled attempt at injury, but he shrugged it off once he realized his companion in this strange place had already moved on. The place itself had quite the atmosphere. It was clear from a quick glance around that this was a place for mutants to meet. Only a small percentage of them seemed to be visibly mutated, but he could assume that a good chunk of them would still fall into the mutant category.
The two most off putting things were the smell and the darkness. Shane was used to dark, but he had grown accustomed to the moon, or even just stars above him. This was just dingy and artificial. And the smell was of a few too many spills lining the floor (perhaps a few coming from people instead of bottles?). Despite the fact that this certainly wasn’t the local family restaurant, there was something homey about the place to him. He felt comfortable.
“Right.” He said, turning to Blood, slightly confused about how the bar scene worked, “How do we do this?”
Shane followed the man who seemed to have quite a bit of enthusiasm for the whole thing all of a sudden. Something about the idea of buying him a drink had really brought a smile to his face. He wasn’t complaining though. He’d only just realized as they began heading towards the bar that he really didn’t have any money on him at all, a problem when your plan is to buy dinner. He wasn’t really sure how to bring that subject up into conversation, but this sudden change in his attitude seemed to make that entire issue just slip away.
He walked cautiously down the sidewalk, trying to keep up with his new friend. Although he seemed to be experiencing a strange lack of fear of the things that would normally leave him suspicious, he still found the prospect of walking around people on their level to be a difficult one to grasp. His hat was pulled low again covering his face and he tried to avoid eye contact with everyone that they passed. Even though he wasn’t looking at any of them, he could imagine all of their faces staring.
“So…” Shane asked, looking down on his feet, “How far of a walk is this place anyways?” The walk was something he couldn’t wait to be finished with.
Once again, the pigment of his skin saved him the additional embarrassment of blushing. His stomach obviously made an impression on the man. Between the comments on his weight and his obviously frustrated belly he’d painted a pretty strong image of a starving homeless man, and surprisingly for a man going by the name blood, he seemed to have some sympathy for him.
“Care for a loser’s beverage?” the man asked him. “Great bar around the corner that serves food too.” His stomach beamed at the sound of those words, grumbling again. He crossed his arms over his gut to try and muffle the noises.
The idea of an outing like the one he described was extremely foreign to Shane. He hadn’t had a meal that had been prepared for him since he was a child still living at home. Hell, he couldn’t even remember that last time he needed to chew a meal before he consumed it. And on top of that, this outing would require him to go indoors where regular, judgmental humans would be surrounding him. By this point though, he wasn’t thinking the way he normally would. His caution had been slipping away bit by bit as the pounds keep falling off, and he found himself to just kind of keep going along for the ride.
“That sounds like a great idea.” He managed to fumble out. His voice had finally found it’s balance, and the rasp had mostly vanished. Despite the fact that he wasn’t over thinking the plans, he was running through them in his head, and another detail popped into his head that he felt compelled to say out loud. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever actually had a drink before.”
Mute just took off. And a minute earlier, that would have been wonderful news. Now, however, he was alone with a corpse lying next to him, and a police officer at that. He just stood there, staring around looking for any kind of sign as to what he was meant to do. The thought o making up for his lost meal earlier certainly crossed his mind. He was starving, and the two of them were alone.
Or at least they were. The words “freeze” rang out from behind the dumpster again, this time in a different pitch. The shocked and furious police officer had his weapon drawn and had it aimed right for him. For a moment, Shane wasn’t even very worried. By this point, the pattern of angry man shows up, silent bullets enter their body had been established, and on some level he was waiting for it to happen again. Mute, however, was long gone by this point, or perhaps watching the whole event with a smile.
Unsure how to handle the situation, he panicked. The bulk of his body collapsed and he looked as though he’d fallen into a hole. The clump of body mass launched out as quickly as it condensed, tripping the officer and knocking him to the ground. As he hit the pavement, and shot was fired by mistake into the air, hitting something metallic based on the sound it made. Before he had a chance to do anything else with it, Shane went for the gun, knocking it out of the man’s hands and tossing it as far as he could into the alley.
Taking a more humanoid form, he took off down the alley in the opposite direction. Adrenaline that had been missing before was present now, and allowed him to move down the alley without even realizing how tired he was. Looking back never even crossed his mind.
Blood? That’s what he was going with? If he’d known they were going with stage names, he’d have rethought his decision to drop his real one. He hated handing out his identity to the wrong people, but he’d thought this would have been a worthwhile opportunity to do so. It appeared as though this was going to stay a least a little formal, though, so he decided that the “old friends” routine probably wasn’t going to work out that well.
The man’s firm grip squeezed his hand cautiously. As he shook it, he seemed to eye the hand with suspicion before asking “You alright? I remember you being a little…bulkier the last I saw you.” And he was right. The fight was the last big meal he’d had, and it was quite possibly the biggest he’d ever been. Compared to then, he looked like a raison.
He rubbed the back of his head. “Ya… I’ve kind of lost some weight.” He quickly pulled his hand back out of the shake and proceeded to hide it inside his oversized sleeve. “And that was more of a one-time look that anything, really.”
Shane’s stomach began to growl quite loudly as his eyes drifted back to the small screen in the man’s other hands, still displaying images of vegetarian meals. He really was quite hungry.
Shane could feel the tension just melt away from him. Sure, there was no guarantee that he wasn’t going to get beat down as a result of this confrontation, but unless there were some hurt feelings from that night that he didn’t know about, his chances were looking up finally. An audible sigh of relief escaped his wide maw as he shoulders drooped.
“That’d be it.” He nodded, extending a thin finger towards the stranger, and then switching it to a thumbs up. Another problem had presented itself to him now, though; he’d just instigated a conversation. His relaxed posture began to stiffen up again and the awkward glances around began to make re-appearances. At a loss for words, he spewed out the first thing that could come to mind.
“So… long time no see, huh?” He shrugged his shoulders. It was the best he could do. He pulled his cap down again to cover his face out of embarrassment. "The name's Shane," He added, his hand hesitating before extending for a shake.
