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.
For all it was worth, the man was probably right. Shane certainly wasn’t much of a fighter. All he really had going for him was a pretty good sense of evasion; he wasn’t very easy to land a good blow on. Over all though, he didn’t really have much in the way strength to land a proper blow. That fight night had confirmed it. He was a master of the sneak attack. That was about it.
Still, he didn’t exactly like hearing someone say it. Despite every cell in his brain telling him he really shouldn’t, he found himself standing up, turning to face the man. He naturally tried to shift into a very powerful stance, but his current skinny figure matched with the oversized coat left him looking more fragile then he normally would. And yet there he was, sizing the man up, trying to look tough. It wasn’t until the man’s irritated face was only a couple feet from his that he realized that this wasn’t the best course of action.
He lifted up his tattered hat to show of his face a little more clearly, splitting edges of his mouth out, widening his mouth and creating a few more teeth to go with it. He’d just entered a staring match. He didn’t think he had much of a chance, he kept going along with it.
“Who’s causing trouble?” He asked, sarcastically. He began to look the man up and down again, when the phone caught his eye, the word vegetarian in particular. An eyebrow rose as he returned his gaze to the man’s face. He didn’t strike Shane as the vegetarian type.
Shane tried awkwardly to avoid eye contact with the now irritated man. Unfortunately, both the “look down” and “look the other way” methods proved to be less then effective at convincing him he wasn’t paying any attention to the street. For a moment, he debated playing dead (he’d seen animals try it in the forest before), but figured no one was stupid enough to fall for something that ridiculous. In a bit of a panic, he slowly jerked his head up, his eyes the last to make the transition.
Then he realized where he knew the man. The two had both participated in a tournament of sorts, fighting it out in an underground street fight. Shane hadn’t fared the best that night, but he made it out alive; better the some could claim. His memory didn’t offer him much on a background for the man though. He couldn’t even recall his name.
“You’re the, ugh…” he stuttered, his voice hoarse and deep, “…fight, thing?”
He really should stick with his common practice of just staying quiet. That was just embarrassing, and possibly life threatening. His eyes immediately plummeted south, and he kind of think of what his game plan would be if he managed to piss this guy off enough to warrant a little violence.
He’d been eying the passers by, looking for one alone enough to warrant pulling off into the shadows. He’d gotten used to the idea of sleeping with busy streets below him, but sleeping with footsteps beside him was surprisingly difficult. He wasn’t napping anytime soon, and if he couldn’t sleep, he had nothing to keep himself from thinking about how hungry he was.
Hundreds of people had passed by that night, but there was never really a point where anyone was completely alone, and he simply was too weak to try anything out of his character from his more opportunistic breed of hunting. The current passerby, however, had taken to stopping right in front of him. As he muttered something to himself, Shane decided to take a bit of an extended look at the large man.
His face immediately became recognizable, but he couldn’t place where from the profile. Subconsciously, he began to lean forward, trying to get a better look at the man’s face as he typed away on the cellular phone. His jacket, however, had different plans. Hooked onto a broken pipe beside where He’d been resting, the poorly made jacket let loose a reasonably loud tearing sound for a brief second. A jumpy Shane reacted with an anything but subtle snap back into his original position, unsuccessfully “acting cool.” If he could blush, he certainly would be right then and there.
I’d been a long day. Normally he wouldn’t have ventured into the city in such a public way, but tonight a ground level resting place seemed to do the trick. He was pleased to report that his newly acquired jacket, despite it’s excessive size, was proving itself to be quite warm, which was wonderful, because the cold wind was really starting to make it’s way through the streets, and he was beginning to look like nothing more then skin and bones.
The alley wasn’t anything he was keen on. It was loud and damp, but it did feature a wonderful exhaust fan pumping out warm air that smelled deliciously like french fries. His stomach was grumbling furiously, but he really didn’t have it in him at this point to do much about it. Losing the man that was meant to be his lunch was quite the set back. Generally he tried to avoid people in that capacity, but he really was running low on steam, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Sitting on the ground next to people walking by felt desperate to him.
The most surprising thing to him was the lack of interest people seemed to show someone sitting on the side of the road. He’d been so afraid of being cast out if he wandered into the more populated areas, but instead, it appeared he could just hide in the open; no one had any interest in looking his way. He could get used to that.
His last real meal had been weeks ago, and although he’d managed to keep a reasonably low profile for the most part, the last few hours had proven themselves to be more then his poor metabolism could handle. As soon as he had some sleep in him, he was going to find something to call dinner.
First responders were crawling around the warehouse district. The fire was demanding their attention, but a few police officers managed to catch sight of a few motionless bodies from their cruisers as they rolled onto the scene. It was apparent that all but one had been killed by fire arms, and the possibility that the shooter was the one man still breathing wasn’t being riled out, but the lack of a gun anywhere in sight was certainly putting a roadblock on that theory.
The two officers were alone with the bodies, calling for back up and paramedics, but waiting for their arrival. The first was with the victims, trying to decipher what he could from the evidence around him. His partner, visibly quite a few years younger, paced the perimeter of the wide alley. They didn’t say much, both putting all their energy into their eyes, looking for anything that might be of assistance. Then the younger officer spotted the wallet.
“Hey, come check this out.” He called out, flipping the wallet open. The driver’s license photo matched the unconscious man. The older cop investigated the contents of the wallet, noting that cash was still present in it. The younger one continued to check out the area around it, looking down the alleyway that the wallet was currently resting in. Something happened to catch his eye, and he began to wander down the alley cautiously, his hand hovering his holster closely.
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The cold shoulder was a bit of a relief. Hearing he’d be cut loose was a bit of a blessing in his mind; at least he was leaving in one piece. Mute began examining her surroundings, presumably to determine what the best route out would be. Up was going to be his direction of choice, and though nothing would surprise him about this stranger, he had little faith she’d be able to scale the walls with the ease he could.
He eyed his surroundings as well, the two of them enjoying a brief moment of silence and skyward glances. Shane stood up again, having caught his breath again. He was rather light on the mass, and wasn’t sure it he’d have enough to reach the lowest ledges, but if he could make it, he’d be able to do the rest without issue.
“So, I assume this is where we part ways then?” he asked, genuinely unsure of where they stood. He’d have pressed the issue further, had a click sound from behind him caught his attention. Spinning around, he discovered a gun aimed directly towards him by a police officer, shouting at him to freeze. This was turning out to be a really pleasant morning.
He wasn’t buying any of it. It was clear she had something to do with the fire, that much was obvious, but he had doubts anyone who covered their face would be that upfront about who they were. She had the gun though, and he was a little deflated compared to optimal levels. That mean her word had all the credibility it needed.
“Well then, Mute, where do we go from here?” he asked. Really, he just wanted to know what she was going to do with him. He’d had every opportunity to deal with him the same way she had everyone else, but yet there he was, slowing her down, likely agitating her, and walking on thin ice.
He collapsed to the floor, partially out of exhaustion, but mostly to relieve some of the excitement and stress from his body. His blobby mass receding in towards the warmth of the oversized jacket. He locked eyes on his company, trying to make sense of the days events to himself.
Then a light turned on somewhere in his head.
“You’re some kind of mutant too, aren’t you?” He asked. The rasp was starting to wear away, but the cold left a little bit of vibration in his voice. Any answer he got would be under heavy skepticism, but there was no harm in pressing the matter. He did prefer people when he learned they had a bit more in common.
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Sitting on the ground, out in the open on display for anyone to see was a wallet at the entrance of the alleyway the two fugitives had escaped into. A breeze managed to flip it open, revealing a photo ID of a man named Harvey. The same man lying on the ground, not 30 feet from where the wallet sat, unconscious (if not worse), but definitely still breathing.
Shane managed to take a small amount of issue with the girl’s sentiment that he was a criminal. He thought about it, a bit, realizing that he was certainly not an innocent, but criminal seemed like a harsh word for someone just doing what needed to be done, especially coming from someone who had just gunned down several men right before his eyes.
He didn’t have long to dwell on the issue though, as the woman was making a break for it and he had no interest hanging around a scene like that any longer then he needed to. He wasn’t sure where the woman was going, but he knew it couldn’t be any worse for him that just waiting around to see how things went. Hell, as far as he knew, hanging around could make him a liability that would need to be dealt with.
The stranger already had a pretty reasonable head start on him, so he took off in full sprint, shifting the bulk of his mass into his then slender legs. He was relatively new to the area, and what he did know, he knew of the roofs, so the way the ally’s worked was as foreign to him as the ones in the city had been when he first arrived.
As the two of them weaved through the various open topped tunnels, the sounds of sirens and yelling began to loose any feeling of direction, but they were also becoming more muffled. This seemed to be as good a time as any to slow down for a minute.
“Okay, Mute. Just who exactly are you and what were you doing back there in the first place?” he shouted towards the girl, his exhaustion very clear in his voice. He immediately regretted the volume of his voice, looking around to make sure there wasn’t anyone around that may have heard, but his question still stood; He wanted to know what was going on, and if sticking around was really a very good idea.
The sleeves of his jacked went beyond the tips of his arms, which often would have been an issue, but in this case, the concealment of his hands meant that an element of surprise was on his side. Beneath the fabric his hands twisted into a crude hook-like claw on one hand and 3 pointed fingers on the other. Timing was everything, so he waited, and listened. The goofy hat he’d taken from the dead man certainly did its job at keeping him warm, but the large earflaps made listening closely quite difficult.
He could tell that were entering into his range, and that they their steps we’re starting to accelerate. The suddenly, he lost them. He couldn’t hear them anymore, like they vanished. A bright light went off in the corner of his eye as he spun around. 3 more laid motionless around the already dead first victim, and a 3rd silently reached out a hand looking for aid. His mouth was moving, but the man didn’t make a peep.
Then there was a burst of red.
Silent again, but the man had definitely been shot, presumably for the 2nd time now. Shane didn’t know what was going on, but he could see the woman from earlier advancing on him, gun drawn and looking angry. She motioned to him, implying that she wanted him to follow her, which, given the present situation, seemed like a reasonable alternative to being shot.
“Who are you?” he manage to force out of a half formed mouth, the words sludging together and lacking much in the way of separation. His hands stayed in their current form, flinching involuntarily, and frequently. He was facing her, and keeping his calm, but between the girl with the gun, the 5 bodies, the giant cloud of smoke and the Approaching sirens, he wasn’t fooling anyone.
His head tilted to the side. He was suspicious, but more curious then anything else. It didn’t appear as though she meant any harm, or had any interest in interfering with him at all, but her attire did anything but give off an innocent vibe, especially with the air rather think with black smoke. The mention of the police almost seemed to summon them, though. The sound of sirens were already beginning to slip the symphony of irritating distractions punching into the back of his skull.
She was right, of course; he needed to deal with the man sooner rather then later. He’d never eaten out in the open with people watching before, at least not anyone he knew about. An audience might just prove to be a little more then he was comfortable with. He let himself melt down over his victim, keeping the better part of his human torso intact, eyes staying locked on the woman across from him. He spread himself out enough to encase the man under him, and could feel the tingling throughout his body that was typical before he began the absorption process.
He couldn’t do it though, not with her right there. He’d come to accept the whole process as who he was, but introducing a new party made him feel quite monstrous. He hung his head down in shame, equal parts being give to the actual act and the fact that he couldn’t carry it out.
Sliding off of the body, he became aware of footsteps coming towards them. A group of workers were moving rather quickly towards them, concealed visibly in the heavy smoke, but their yelling was become quite pronounced through the other noise. Shane quickly reformed to a human shape again, grabbing up the jacket of the fallen man and tossing his hat on over his head, both items far too large for him. The shadowy figures of four men emerged from the thick smoke into the more open courtyard.
“Hey man! What are you doing just standing there?” one yelled to Shane as he came into view. He stayed quite still, not making a peep, tossing a gaze back in the girl’s direction.
“S@!t,” the man said again, noticing the motionless man on the ground beside him. The four of them quickly began to move in towards him, but he stayed still. He had no idea what to do next.
We could go back in time and just turn that old fight club thread into a strictly Shade/Vicente Thread if nothing else. Or pretend that is actually finished and do a follow up. Technically they have met, even though they've yet to actually engage in conversation, there's no point in ignoring that.
I'd be interested in doing a thread with either Agnes or Vicente (Vicente might be a better match, but Agnes is my favourite ) I'm finally actually starting to climb out of my slump, so I'm down for anything.
The man was struggling to get his lighter to start. The clicking was erratic, audibly showing signs of frustration. He examined it, discovering a distinct lack of fluid in it. He shook it next to his ear, confirming that his eyes weren’t fooling him, but minimal sloshing sound was a sure indicator that he was running on empty. Frustrating him further was a now quite prominent smell of burning wood.
Satisfied that his craving was going to be left unfulfilled, he began to wander towards what be assumed was the source of the smell, head leaning back the entire trip. He only got a few feet before he could see the smoke pouring out from building next door. His gaze traveled up to the sky and the thick black clouds chocked up the air. His also happened to drift just high enough to spot another black mass out of the corner of his eye.
Lunging at the distracted man, Shane hit the larger fellow hard in the face with the bulk of his body, knocking him to the ground. He was quick to encase the man’s head in his mass with the intention being suffocation. He didn’t offer much in the way of resistance though, possibly already knocked out from the initial collision; it was rare for him to do much hunting on paved surfaces. He took the time to examine what the man had been interested in.
The faint sounds of various workers frantically trying to understand what was going on could be heard over the main bulk of machine noise. He couldn’t make out much more beyond the smoke though. It looked as though a reasonably large fire had started in one of the nearby buildings, but he hadn’t heard much in the way of a commotion or fire alarms.
Then he spotted her. Someone had managed to keep herself hidden away. He was certain she hadn’t been there long, but it didn’t change the fact that she was watching him now, and he had no interest in having her ring any bells bringing anyone else his way; he still needed to make use of his latest haul. Sensing that he was done with the man for the moment, he slowly began assembling limbs from his blobby mass of a body, starting with a head, eyes aimed directly at the mystery woman. He didn’t particularly want to make this a violent interaction (he was a bit on the small side at the moment), but he might as well prepare to defend his kill zone. A strong, cool breeze blew through the courtyard, tossing some of the smoke into their direction, while sending a massive shiver down Shane’s back. He wanted that coat if nothing else.
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