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.
Shane was left standing alone, looking far more awkward then he actually felt. The Doctor’s constant calmness left him in a constant state of skepticism. The first time they met, he seemed different, more open and less judgmental then he did now. At the moment, his smile seemed less genuine and more of a way to conceal his actual feelings. He could have been wrong however. Shane did make a habit of assuming the worst of people, and he was far from skilled at reading people’s expressions. But, he was sure that the doctor’s body language had changed from the moment they left the hospital.
He spent a moment looking down at his feet where the muffin was resting. The floor seems clean enough, he thought to himself before letting a small tentacle of flesh sprout out from the bottom of his pant leg. It reached out, grabbing the muffin and pulling it under the fabric, keeping it safe for later. He maintained eye contact with the doctor while doing so, and the doctor stared right back at him. There was clearly mutual suspicion in the air. The two boys who had been hanging out in the back started to feel like whatever the conversation was going to be about, they didn’t need to be there for it, and took off.
“So,” Shane started, rubbing the back of his head and breaking eye contact first, losing the stand off. “When do you suppose you could check out this arm for me?” he asked. Gina must have been able to sense the tension that had sprung up, seemingly from nowhere, and thought it was better for him to swallow his pride and change the subject to lightening the mood up a bit; a move oddly unlike him.
“How about you two meet me there in 10 minutes?” He answered, still staring directly at Shane, and still smiling wide. “I just have a few things to take care of first, but they shouldn’t take long.” Shane nodded in agreement, looking to Gina for approval, and not seeing any kind of protests.
“Wonderful. “ he responded, finally looking around the room and giving Gina a reassuring look. “I guess I better get going then. Cheers.” He said, raising his coffee mug up towards each of them and tossing them both a complementary nod. He exited quickly, though not in a rush. He was much quicker on his feet then you would expect from a man of his age.
Shane approached Gina, looking back towards the door. “What was that about?” he asked, though partially as a rhetorical question. He lifted up his arm, and watched as the muffin popped out of his skin coming to a rest in an outstretched hand. He popped the entire thing into an oversized mouth, swallowing it whole. He flashed a grin towards Gina, his mouth still comically oversized.
The two of them walked into the cafeteria, and the smell was intoxicating to say the least. Shane hadn’t really smelt that many types of food in one place together for a very long time. He also hadn’t really had too many meals he didn’t hunt for in the past few years either. In actuality, he wasn’t sure if he had much in the way of taste buds anymore. He hadn’t really made much use of them in a while, and most of his meals weren’t ingested through his mouth in the first place. Much like his sense of smell, his sense of taste was slowly beginning to drift away on him.
Aside from the two of them, the place seemed to be fairly deserted. A few stragglers huddled around a table designated for cereal, and a man cleaned up around another table covered in napkins, and other items such as that. Shane spotted a basket of muffins that looked absolutely phenomenal. He looked to Gina for approval, but at that moment she wasn’t paying attention to him, a different basket of delicious most likely catching her eye. Taking a peek around for anyone else that may be looking, Shane slyly grabbed the largest muffin he could spot and took it into hand, giving it a good sniff to savor the moment. He morphed his mouth a little wider then the tiny slit it had been. A few teeth popped out as he prepared to take a large bite when suddenly a voice chimed in from behind him.
“Good morning.” Shane spun around, caught off guard by the sudden addition to the room. Standing by the coffee machine sipping out of a plain mug was the DocProf, smiling his trademark, comforting grin. Shane grumbled a bit, looking down to the ground where his muffin now resided. He enjoyed startling Shane a little too much.
Gina gave his arm a good yank. He wasn’t quite expecting to be led down the hallway arm in arm, and if he hadn’t been wearing sleeves, it’s very likely her tug would have gone as well as pulling on a roll of toilet paper. He followed along behind her, hunched over a bit to compensate for their height difference. The interlocked arms were an effective way to keep tabs on one another among the dense crowds in the hallways, but they certainly didn’t offer him much in the way of a low profile; being dragged around hunched over seemed pretty attention grabbing to him.
They moved through the crowds past doors to a cafeteria. The kids were all pouring out, so he assumed that breakfast was ending. The sound of both their chatter and the pounding of their feet created quite the wall of sound, making communication between any two people quickly devolve into a friendly shouting match. The smell wafting up from the kitchen was pretty good, but the two of them kept moving, if for no other reason then the fact that moving perpendicular to the other children could only end badly. Gina had mentioned that they would be seeing the sights along the way, but so far it seemed that this miniature stampede would be the guide for the foreseeable future.
Fortunately, once they reached the bottom of a squeaky set of stairs the crowd seemed to disperse in all-different directions. Gina began to continue on with the rest of them, but Shane held firm, and motioned to her to move to the side of the hallway. “I think it might be worth waiting for it to calm down a bit for a minute.” He said, smiling wide and extending a hand out over the heads of the little monsters, pointing to all of them at once.
He took a look around at halls that faced him now. They looked a fair bit classier then the dorms upstairs, presumably from less frequent trampling. He looked back to Gina, tapping her foot, looking as though she was anxious to get going. “So…” he started, unsure exactly what to ask. “Where are we exactly, right now?” He nodded towards the nearest door to them. He hadn’t come down here last night, mainly just exploring the uppermost floors. He rubbed his forehead while he waited to hear her response. He had a bit of a headache – perhaps to much yelling for one day.
Shane wasn’t really quite sure what to make of the man’s parting words. Some kind of riddle, perhaps? He’d never actually learned his name, and the fact that Shane had seen the man do quite a fair bit, but still didn’t seem to understand him was both shocking and frustrating to him. He hadn’t set out that night to make a friend, so he wasn’t bothered that he hadn’t. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure why he was so irritated. As he stood there, he contemplated following the man, but was reminded of more pressing issues when one of the girls began to make a few groaning noises.
He took a few steps back, looking at the pile of motionless bodies piled up on the path. He’d killed before. He’d kill again. This time was different though. In every other instance, he’d hunted for the sake of survival. This was more of a senseless attack. Then he realized that it didn’t need to be that way. On any other occasion, just one of them would be enough to satisfy him, but there was a bit of an event that was coming up in the next few days, and packing on a few extra pounds might not be such a terrible thing for him to do.
Standing up, he cracked his knuckles and stretched wide. He took off his jacket and shirt and made his way towards the pile. The girl he had wrangled was the only one that seemed to be conscious, though her expression was empty. Shane formed his arm back into a whip again, looking around at the three young people, wondering where to start.
Subtlety was something Shane took a great deal of pride in. He always tried to maintain a very low profile, assuming he even ventured out into the public eye in the first place. He was a fan of the shadows, and most of all, he hated being the focus of other people’s attention. Tonight though, he was reluctantly breaking with this mindset. Each step he took seemed to hit him and everyone around him with a low rumble and minor vibrations. He was certain that to everyone else around that couldn’t see him coming, the scene must have been playing out like the tyrannosaurus Rex scene from Jurassic Park.
The bouncer at the entrance carried out his job with the minimal amount of enjoyment he could manage. He patted down the man at the door unenthusiastically, keeping an eye on his magazine sitting open on his chair. Taking the man’s money, his lazy eyes looked up towards the end of the alleyway where Shane was coming around the corner, a heavy thud attached to every slow step.
In order to make the entrance fee, he’d needed to resort to petty theft and looting. He’d managed to get it all, with even a little bit of change, but unfortunately, his three victims didn’t make it through the ordeal. The casualties weren’t entirely his fault. There had been a stranger in the park that had dealt with the first two, and the man’s prompt exit shortly afterward simply left them lying there. He hadn’t really seen any way that he could make things worse for them once they were already dead, so looting didn’t seem like anything to think twice about. Of course, once he spent a little bit of time with the motionless bodies, then more he realized it had been a while since he’d last “eaten,” and lying before him could only really be described as a feast in his books. Taking the three of them into his body, he quickly began to grow larger and faster the he was used to. His body bubbled up and overflowed with new flesh, pouring out of his back like a baking soda volcano. When he was finally able to move again, he came out to somewhere in the area of three times his normal size; which brings us to tonight.
His head was pounding as he slowly worked his way towards the entrance. This much mass was much more difficult to maintain then his normal amount, and it was having a heavy mental toll on him. For the sake of appearances, he was in his human form, but it had been adjusted. He was taller, and with an enormous gut hanging over his waistband, looking quite similar to a muffin top. Aside from the pants, his ripped jacket was the only other article of clothing he had on. Nothing else would fit, which was fine; he hadn’t planned to keep any of it on once the fighting began. Clothes just hindered his power. Regardless of everything else though, all you could think when you laid eyes on him was “big.” He hoped that that would be an advantage for him.
His breathing was fairly labored as he approached the door, the other man now in the building. The bouncer looked him up and down, only moderately more interested then he had been before, but his gaze still hovered around the resting place of his magazine. Shane tossed him a brown paper bag filled with the entrance fee and the man proceeded to pat him down. His head was killing him, and was really feeling like he needed to sit down. This bouncer’s pace was far from satisfactory.
Character name: Shane Marksmith (Shade) Current affiliation: None Faction interest: Order What do you need to do next to join?: Everything. He's still never been to the Sanctuary.
“I just want to get out of this room,” Shane confessed, though there wasn’t any kind of tone to his voice. He stated as a simple fact; he wanted to go out and explore. The previous day had been more then enough lounging then he would have preferred (despite the fact that he had a perfectly reasonable excuse). Right now though, he wanted to see the school. Despite the fact that he’d done a little recon the night before, all he really knew was the layout, but he didn’t know what resided behind many of the doors he past. Getting a little bit of a tour seemed like a useful way for him to spend his time today. That, and meeting up with the Docprof to confirm that his arm was in as great a condition as it felt would certainly be a load off of his mind.
He motioned towards the door with his head. “I vote we try and find the doc, first and foremost.” He began walking towards the door rather eagerly with a slight hint of a bounce in his step. He continued to look down at his arm, flexing and stretching it, testing it out to prove to himself that it was as good as it seemed. The anticipation of getting a final verdict was killing him.
He stepped out into the hall, unsure of where to go exactly. Finding the infirmary was one of his main goals on his little mission, but he’d been unsuccessful in the hunt, so now he just waiting for Gina to show him the way. The hallway was filled with the sound of younger children running around, laughing with one another. He found himself yet again baffled by how few appeared to have no visible signs of mutation whatsoever.
A few concerned looking boys came bolting past them, shouting the name Tommy over and over again. They didn’t pay him much attention. He liked that. “Is it always this crazy around here?” he asked. He was obviously feeling a bit of excitement himself, but he wasn’t sure if he was catching the infectiousness of the other children’s laughter, or if it was simply his anticipation.
The winged ball of energy burst into his room, only to be greeted by his rather unexciting form seated on the bed on the opposite side of the room. His appearance was anything other then uninterested though. He flashed his newest - and possibly only – friend an unnaturally large smile as he slowly slid himself to the floor, leaving the mattress behind. He stretched himself out, spreading his limbs out several additional feet longer then they normally rested. His entire body was like one giant muscle, so keeping it loose was fairly important to him. Feeling adequately stretched, he popped down to a more normal human size and shape, extending a small wave in her direction.
“Slept like a baby.” He answered Gina, yawning at the thought of a good night sleep. His mouth opened wide and offset itself to his right as he let out the long, droning yawn. He was fairly tired, and he wasn’t doing a good job hiding it. He then realized that he was standing in front of her naked, again. He didn’t have much to be ashamed of, his form was what he made it out to be, which most of the time was just a blobby mass of black goo, but for the young girl’s sake, he figured it would be best if he covered up. Tossing on the few scraps of ratty clothing he had lying around the room, he came across his jacket, remembering why Gina was there in the first place.
“I believe this is for you,” he said with a smirk, holding up the jacket and tossing it her way. His clothes really stood out in the bedroom. They were all worn out and sun-bleached, lacking any real colour. This in contrast with the brightly coloured room made him stand out in a like a sore (discoloured) thumb. He knew that was the case, but buying anything new was never really an option for him. He rarely spent time in bright places anyways.
As he finished tossing on his few layers of clothing he eyed Gina curiously. “So, what on the agenda for today?” he asked, curious what else he needed to stick around for beyond the patchwork that she’d offered. It wasn’t that he was ungrateful for the hospitality, but something about a roof over his head made him a little uneasy. It made him feel as though he was being caged. He wasn’t a fan of that feeling.
The sun was rising, finally. Shane had been up the entire night, knowing full well that he wasn’t going to be able to get a moment of rest in this place. At the moment he was sitting on his bed, enjoying its comfort. He certainly hadn’t missed the increasing amount of time he’d been spending on beds as of late, but he still found them oddly uncomfortable, from an emotional standpoint anyways. He didn’t take gifts well. He had always preferred to earn what he had. These beds though, they were all charity, something he couldn’t stand the taste of…
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It had been late by the time they finally got to the school, or at the very least the sun had set by that point. Dark skies was all that really stuck out for him. He was a little relieved of that though. He always preferred the cover of darkness when exploring new terrain. The Doctor and Gina had shown him to his room in the guest portion of the sleeping area, exchanging pleasantries before disappearing down the hallways to their respective homes. He just sat there, flexing his arm over and over again for at least an hour, playing around with it to see if it really was as good as new. He couldn’t find any fault in it.
Occasionally a stranger would wander past the door; they’d peer in, but only in passing. It was a good feeling, not seeing the tinge of disgust that he was accustomed to. He was still adjusting to their appearance though. He was astonished how many of them had nothing that marked them as mutants. The few he’d met all had something that gave them away, even if they hid it. Gina and he wore their mutations on the outside. There was the stranger in the park who hid another eye under a covering. Amber had her eyes branding her for life. But many of these mutants (at least he assumed they all were) had next to nothing to show for their gifts and curses. Even the DocProf appeared to be completely human as far as Shane could tell. Clearly it was going to be more difficult to identify mutants then he’d expected.
Eventually he could see lights go out in the halls as the noise level of the building slowly dropped to nothing. This was his signal that exploration time had begun. He removed his clothes and made for the door. The only reason he ever work those rags was to help him blend in. In reality, wearing pants just limited what he could do with his powers. Plus he was far better at blending in with his surroundings when he was spared the noise and colour of clothing. He slithered through the hallways, keeping an eye out for other people, making sure to avoid detection.
In his hand he carried the scrap of paper with the room number Gina had scribbled down for him. He figured he might as well start checking out that area. Staying low, to the shadows and along the walls, he slowly made his way down the mess of identical doors, watching the numbers as they rose, alternating back and forth between the left and right sides of the passage. Eventually he was upon the door on the paper. He went open the door to peek inside, but a bumped table made enough noise behind him to draw his complete attention.
A young boy stood in front of him. He was visibly concerned, and quite nervous. Shane eyed the boy with curiosity, slinking his way towards the surprise guest. He gripped a glass of water tightly, shaking in his concerned hands off to his side. A few drops splashing out on occasion. At the moment Shane wasn’t very human like in appearance, but he made no attempt to switch back in order to calm the child. “So, what’s your name?” he whispered, his voice maintaining its common rasp…
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Morning was here now, though. He remained seated on his bed, head down, playing through the night’s events, trying to paint himself a mental blueprint of the building. A knock at the door grabbed his attention, breaking his concentration. He looked to the opening door to see a familiar face.
