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.
Gina’s claws tore through the plaster like it was nothing. Dust floated in the air and sprinkled all over the bed and floor like a lame dandruff snowstorm. A deep breath and a hard blow launched everything back up into the air again and out of the way, landing closer to the back corner of the room. Shane lifted his now healed arm up, twisting it around, simply enjoying the fact that he could move it without wincing at all. His arm bubbled and twisted as he tested out his abilities. The cast had made his arm much more difficult to work with before, bottlenecking the flesh he could send to that arm. It felt good to play around with the ability again.
“I gotta say, doc, you know what you’re doing.” Shane said while examining where his wound once was. He finished the though with an unnaturally large smile towards the old man. He wasn’t anywhere near as chipper as he once was, but he kept the smile on as he nodded in response. “Thanks.” Shane hadn’t thanked anyone for a long time, but today seemed to be the day he’d be making up for it.
Gina had started asking the doctor for a ride, and was surprised to hear that she had asked for one for him as well. He started to get up out of the bed, not seeing a point it laying down a moment longer. As his legs swung over the side of the sheets, he opened his mouth to begin to tell them it wasn’t necessary when the doctor cut him off. “Nonsense,” he interrupted, “You’re coming with us. We need to make sure that the healing has been completely successful. Can’t have bones set incorrectly, can you?” He took on the sternest tone Shane had heard come from his mouth since he arrived. He seemed serious enough, though, and there wasn’t anything better for him to do then go along. It’s not like he had any interest in poorly set bones.
Shane grabbed his coat and tossed it on to cover himself up. He’d forgotten he was naked until he’d pulled the sheets off, and for the girl’s sake, figured he should put something on. As the jacket went on, he remembered the hole in the sleeve. He turned his shoulder towards Gina and smirked. “I believe you still owe me a stitch.”
The man hopped up with a certain measure of fluidity that marked him as nothing shy of well rehearsed. The three young people slowed their pace, but didn’t stop their advancement towards the pair at the bench. Shane watched the stranger with equal parts interest and confusion, trying to figure out what he was getting at. So far every action he’d made had seemed rather minimal and always, seemingly, to maintain an image. This, however, seemed to break with both of those constants. At least so far, anyways.
The one boy among the three of them began to take a few steps ahead of the two girls he was with. He tossed a smug smile back at one of the two girls who returned a frustrated and concerned look back in his direction. He started to open his mouth as he approached the man, but never quite got out much more out of his mouth then “so, what kind of a…” before he noticed a third eye on his opposite. Before he’d really had time to react, he’d already received two well-placed punches, and dropped to his knees. The two girls cried out in protest, and Shane leaned forward in his seat, impressed by the display. The boy lunged for the stranger, throwing a haymaker punch that didn’t come close to connecting with anything. The stranger landed a third punch centered in the boys face, knocking him out, collapsing face first to the ground. The two girls were screaming for help, but unwilling to move closer to their friend, and by proxy, his assailant.
Shane wasn’t entirely sure how best to handle the situation. He certainly wasn’t horrified by what he’d seen. Sure, the boy hadn’t asked for it, or provoked them in any way, but nature didn’t really demand a moral code when it came to natural selection. He stood up from the bench and walked up beside his fellow mutant. The two girls looked at him in horror as he approached the motionless body. Removing his hat, he revealed his bizarre face, bringing up their fear and frustration.
“You monsters!” The one girl shouted out, furious and on the verge of tears. Shane wasn’t impressed by the choice of words. If there was anything that he wouldn’t tolerate, it was name calling in relation to his appearance. ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names can never hurt me’ was an expression he’d often heard that seemed to play out in the opposite for him, more often then not. He could take a blow better then most, but he had a pretty fragile ego, and he did not deal with damage to it very well.
He dropped a few inches in height for a moment, very quickly. As if the ground he was standing on opened up all of a sudden and he’d fallen down a shallow hole. His one arm shriveled up into the sleeve of his tattered coat as well. His left arm, however, shot out very quickly, stretching out towards the screaming girl, taking on the appearance of a tentacle, or a whip. It wrapped itself around the girl’s neck as she tried to run away. Squeezing tightly, it began reeling the girl in, dragging her body along the dirt path towards the three men. His height didn’t seem to return, but his shriveled arm began to grow back again, only larger and more claw-like then it had been before.
He dragged the girl on top of the boy, not removing the whip from her neck. He looked to his three-eyed friend, seeing if he’d perhaps passed a test. He still didn’t know what the man had been trying to prove. He then turned his attention back to the girl, crouching down so that he was eye level with her. “So, I’m a monster then, eh?” He questioned. The resentment in his tone was unmistakable.
The Adirondack Shade Features: Shane A back-story chronicling one of Shane’s first encounters with humanity in years after running away from home. Also features the story of William Thomas, the man trying to track him down for the sake of a book.
Hungry Shadows Features: Shane, Lucas Monroe A confrontation in an alleyway on one of both of these character’s first nights in the big city. A short and sweet brawl. ***
Finding Order Features: Shane, Amber Shane’s first encounter (that he was aware of) with a mutant. Results in his first steps towards learning about the mutant community in the city. Running through the city in raptor forms and discussion of the Sanctuary ensue. (Incomplete)
Hiding in the Open Features: Shane, Martin Stein Plans to slowly immerse himself in society on a quiet night in the park are cut short when a stranger won’t leave him alone on his bench.
I Have a Little Shadow Features: Shane, Gina, DocProf Simple surveillance turns serious after a near fatal fall. ***
Underground Fight Club Features: Shane, Aura, Vicente, Calley In an attempt to make some cash for the Order, an underground fight club is organized. (Incomplete)
New Ground Features: Shane, Gina, DocProf Follow-up to “I Have a Little Shadow.” Begins the following Morning. DocProf examine Shane’s arm and questions him on his business the previous day.
"Shopping" Features: Shane, Mina Without a jacket and the weather getting colder, Shane heads to a warehouse district to see if he can find a suitable coat, and perhaps a meal. He's unaware that someone else has business in the same part of the city, and he ends up falling right into the middle of it.
Blacked Out Features: Shane, Vicente Shane hasn't eaten in ages and the last few weeks have been quite eventful, leaving him quite skinny and staving. Fortunately he runs into an old friend from the fight club, offering to take him to a bar. ***
Gimme Shelter Features: Shane, Lenna Shane's first steps into the Sanctuary.
The Golden Doors Features: Shane, Aura Aura gives Shane a bit of a tour of the Sanctuary.
*** Indicates the best reads in my humble opinion.
The doctor accepted the handshake enthusiastically. Shane was certainly leaning more towards the “get along” end of the spectrum of his imaginary relationship scale, at least so far. So when the doctor asked Shane for his name, he decided it best to go with his actual one, rather then the alias. Besides, Gina already knew his name, it would look bad if she’d already told him one thing and he told him another.
“Shane,” he responded confidently. He was eager to get this done. It hadn’t really been that long since he’d been injured, but any amount of time is too much when you know that the instant cure is on its way. He felt like he’d waited long enough. Unfortunately though, pleasantries were worth exchanging for the sake of making everyone comfortable with each other. “So, what do I call you then?” Shane asked the old man, still keeping that gentle smile on
“You can call me the DocProf,” he responded with an element of pride to his tone, as if he truly loved to hear that nickname out loud. He smiled yet again, and then began moving towards the side of the bed to get a closer look at his arm. Shane was perhaps a little too eager to have the problem fixed, and excitement led to the poor decision of grabbing for his cast and attempting to remove it. Seconds after he made one rip into the side of the plaster, pain was radiating through his entire body. The doctor had a mildly horrified look on his face as ran the last few steps to the bedside to stop him from pursuing that plan any further.
“Why don’t we wait until you’re patched up before we take that off, okay?” He asked, slightly patronizing, but in a way that he probably deserved. That was pretty stupid, after all. The doctor placed his hand on Shane’s head to ease him back onto the bed and relax, placing his other hand on the arm, just above the cast. He closed his eyes, suddenly becoming very straight faced. A faint yellow glow began to emit from his one hand, creating a warm feeling, not just on the surface of Shane’s arm, but a kind of soothing warmth that quickly spread throughout his entire body.
The DocProf’s face twitched on occasion as he relived the ordeal from Shane’s perspective, zeroing in or specific physical details. He was able to see the bone in his arm snap, and was uncomfortable to discover that the broke bone had indeed pieced the skin, causing the blood loss and an equal portion of the pain he’d experienced. As he arrived at the point of injury in the memory, the glow from his hand began to intensify, increasing the temperature in the room ever so slightly and spreading that same warm feeling into all three of the occupants. That warmth seemed to work as some kind of pain killer in his arm, but it really didn’t offer enough relief as Shane felt his bones being forced together again, rebuilding the structure that was damaged throughout the whole ordeal. He groaned a fair bit, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t tolerate. Compared to the pain he experienced just from touching it, this was almost relaxing.
Then the warmth began to cool down again as the doctor opened his eyes, returning the same smile to his face that had been there the entire time. “That should do it,” he said, motioning towards the cast. “Now we can get that off.” Shane eagerly began tearing at the plaster, while the doctor stole a slightly worried glance towards Gina. He had seen far enough before the injury to know that Shane had been spying on and following her prior to his topple, but he didn’t know any more of the context. He was able to hide his concerns behind that powerful smile of his, but as he watched the two of them struggle with the cast, he couldn’t help but wonder who this “clay man” really was.
Shane woke up rather uncomfortably, to say the least. Although Gina hadn’t hit his arm very hard, she still managed to bump a nerve, or something to that effect. He popped right up from his slumber, wincing and grabbing for his arm. The sudden jolt of jumping up only managed to make the pain a little worse though, and his wince managed to turn into a bit of a growl. After a moment to calm down, he finally opened his eyes to see Gina, who had jumped back a few feet as a reflex. She had the same slightly apologetic look on her face that she seemed to have every time he saw her, but she still managed a smile, which was reassuring.
His gaze shifted to the older man behind her though. He was quite trying to hide himself, but he was definitely wasn’t very anxious to make himself known. There wasn’t anything off putting about the man though. Despite his lurking, he didn’t do a single thing to upset him. If anything, He found himself wanting to know who this man was. He just seemed to have an aura of positive energy surrounding him. Then he started to put the pieces together again.
“So, I’m guessing that would make you the doctor?” Shane wheezed out, still nursing his wound. He puffed himself up again, realizing that he’d started to “deflate” a bit during his nap, though not anywhere near as much as he had been earlier, the last time he woke up. Removing his hand from his other arm, he extended it out the length of the room, opening it up for a handshake. The man was clearly caught of guard, but never really seemed to break his cheerful and peaceful appearance. It was clear to Shane that he was either going to really like this man, or despise him.
He was pleased to see the girl looking a little less uncomfortable. He’d never really expected his jacket to turn into such a conversation piece, but he was pretty relieved that it did; he didn’t really have much else to offer the conversation. “I might just take you up on that,” he smiled at the girl. Conversations really hadn’t been that important to him, but he was enjoying himself, savoring the few words that managed to fill in the quiet of the room.
The tone quickly shifted as a nurse walked into the room, her face buried in a chart. As she entered, her gaze slowly left the pages in front of her and she locked eyes on Shane, freezing quickly. Her eyes darted over to Gina, the look on her face hardly improving. She rebounded rather quickly though, regaining her composure almost as fast as she had lost it. She made one last look at the chart before hesitantly making eye contact with her patient. Shane rolled his eyes ever so slightly.
“So, awake are we?” she asked. Shane made a kind of grunting noise in response. He’d actually forgotten that he and Gina were the odd ones out, since he’d woke up, he hadn’t really seen any other regular old humans at all (not that it had been that long). He liked it, being normal for just a moment. But all it took was one woman to storm in to ruin his fantasy. The nurse managed a little bit of an eye roll herself in response, removing a pen from her pocket, clicking out the tip. “So, you wouldn’t happen to have a name, would ‘cha?” She asked, seemingly trying to be cute.
“You can call me Shade.” He responded, his answer followed by a smirk towards Gina. The nurse was unimpressed. She scribbled something down on the chart before proceeding to the small table in the back of the room. From her pocket she pulled a small bottle of tablets. She spun around on the heel of just one foot, and on display between her fingers she held up a single, dark pill.
“Well Mr… Shade, it’s time for your pain medicine.” Her stare switched to Gina immediately after a brief glance at her watch. “Also, I’m afraid visiting hours are over for the day.” She began walking towards the bed, moving in between the two of them. She dropped the pill into Shane’s hand before turning to begin shooing Gina out the door. Shane’s head tilted to the side slightly as he tried to comprehend how quickly this woman had changed the entire atmosphere so quickly and effortlessly. As Gina’s disappeared from sight, Shane lifted up the pill to look at it. The nurse stood in the doorway tapping her foot impatiently. What harm could one painkiller do? He swallowed the pill, and by the time the sound of the gulp had ended, the nurse was gone and his door was closed. Shane closed his eyes again, figuring there was nothing better to do then sleep.
The girl began to apologize for their current location. As genuine as she seemed, it still felt like a way to fill the silence that had consumed the small room they were in. Shane didn’t really mind the silence; it’s what he’d grown used to. Expecting there to be sound will eventually make you loose your mind if you find yourself in a situation where conversation simply isn’t an option. He never wanted to turn into the kind of person who spoke to himself when no one was around, so instead he taught himself to embrace the quiet. It was almost meditation, but not quite; there was never any form of enlightenment as a result of it. Staying calm and at peace was a pretty important part of his life. If he didn’t do that, he’d burn through his flesh much quicker.
Of course, the noise of this city made relaxing almost impossible any more. His stress levels reached new levels every day, and despite the relatively short amount of time he’d spent there, he could say with conviction that he’d never felt unhealthier in his entire life. Today, of course, was the cherry on top. Nothing could make you feel worse when you’re already sick then breaking an arm. Despite his day dreaming though, he did manage to shift his focus to Gina as she continued to discuss the mansion.
The prospect of staying at the mansion didn’t sound that great. He’d lost track of his own age, but he was positive he was old enough that fitting into a school wouldn’t be ideal, and rather awkward at best. He didn’t really know how well he’d be able to handle children, either. Running around, making noise. Perhaps no worse then the streets, but at least the streets tend to ignore you. Children, on the other hand, aim right for you with their racket.
“We’ll see.” Shane replied to the potential offer. There wasn’t much believability to the answer though; his face had “not likely” written all over it. He was interested in seeing the place though, and in learning some more about it. Stretching his arm out long enough that it started to look like a snake with a hand for a head, he grabbed for his jacket from across the room on the chair it had been residing on after the girl had motioned towards. He reeled the jacket back in and plopped it n his lap, grabbing the sleeve to examine it.
“Well, that’s definitely not ideal.” He said, returning back to the more friendly tone he’d used earlier in the conversation. He held up the sleeve to show the girl, despite the fact that he knew she already knew what it looked like. It wasn’t bad at all, really. Just one long tear down the sleeve. He let another smile onto his face, his mouth unintentionally widening a little bit. “But at least it matches.” He laughed, pointing to another hole running down the back of the jacket, nearly the same size. The jacket had seen better days, but Shane had never witnessed any of them. The only reason he even kept it around was the fact that the collar was nice and tall, ideal for covering his face if he needed to. He smiled again at the girl, hoping to himself that that had lightened the mood enough.
He’d caught Shane’s interest, though perhaps more so then he’d intended. He knew about both of these places, and as best as he could tell, he knew some shady details about both of them. It threw him off to hear him say something like that though. A school and a place named Sanctuary didn’t really strike him as a kind of places that would harbor shadowy secrets. Of course, that could just be his naivety taking point on his understanding of this entire situation. He certainly could never describe himself as knowledgeable of the city and how it worked. Hell, he barely had the insight to make appropriate guesses as to the way things played out among the various people and communities. All he had were the little clues he’d picked up along the way as he tried to put the puzzle together without knowing what it was meant to look like.
“What’s so bad about them?” Shane asked. Any degree of superiority he may have had in his tone was completely gone. He was trying to be as inviting to talk to as he could possibly be, which was not an easy task for him. “From what I’ve heard, they seem like pretty good places to be.” He continued to listen for an answer, but his eyes darted to a group of three you people walking towards them from down the path. They were laughing amongst each other loudly, the moon now rising out from behind them above the tree line, making their shadows long. It seemed to be fairly full, illuminating the park quite well with little help from the disappointingly dim lamps along the path. He pulled his collar up again and slouched in his seat as he turned his attention back to the stranger. There wasn’t any need for anyone else to see what he looked like tonight. As far as he was concerned, one was more then enough, especially since he turned out to be a mutant himself.
Every time the man spoke, Shane felt like he was learning something that he didn’t quite have all the pieces to make sense of, just yet. It was like he had missed a vital step in the recipe that was this conversation earlier on, and nothing was quite adding up the way it should from that point onwards. The man responded to his question with an answer that lead him to believe that he was, indeed, a mutant of some kind, despite his normal human appearance, It was crushing his understanding he had about mutants, even if those facts he held true were all based on assumptions and hearsay.
But then he threw another curveball Shane’s way. Lifting the piece of black cloth from his head he revealed a third eye living firmly in the middle of his forehead. It took quite a bit to shock Shane when it came a person’s appearance, but he was certainly taken back by this turn of events. Shane’s empty whites locked onto his third. He was mesmerized by it, until it began to change.
He subconsciously backed away from the man a few inches on the bench as his eyes seemed to take on a monochromatic state, each eye it’s own colour. The entire event seemed to happen way faster then he could comprehend, because before he really knew what the man was doing, or if it was dangerous for him to still be there, it was over. His eyes were normal again, and Shane was left feeling confused. It was beginning to become a trend that he really wasn’t a fan of. Regardless of what had happened though, it seemed fairly clear that this man was a mutant, and that meant that they were on the same side, right?
“So, you are a mutant then.” Shane confirmed aloud. He was anxious to make allies in this city, and from the impression this man kept giving him, if nothing else he wasn’t someone to have as an enemy. This could be a chance to learn a bit about the community, and he intended to cash in on it. He remembered back to not too long ago when he first met Amber, and the Sanctuary she had talked about. Maybe he had more information to offer in respect to that.
“You seem to know a bit a Xavier’s.” He started, choosing his tone carefully to almost make his words seem like a challenge. “Have you ever heard of the Sanctuary then?” If he didn’t end up knowing anything, it wouldn’t really matter, The important thing to do tonight was keep this stranger on his good side.
So, a healer. Shane couldn’t really hide his relief to hear that news. He could tell from the itchiness of his cast that it would never last. He never left his arms in one place for long, or rather, in one shape, and being restricted to what his powers could do and how much he was able to swing that arm around simply wouldn’t do. This healing mutant had better get there soon, he doubted it would take long before his anxiousness turned into impatience.
The winged girl started unhooking the restraints that were holding him to the bed. She explained that they were there for the purpose of keeping him in a human shape while the doctors had done their jobs. He gave the girl a bit of an apologetic look; watching someone more or less melting couldn’t be an easy thing to witness. At least he was back in form now, though, and aside from this cast, feeling like he could take on the whole world. The velcro ripped at an unpleasantly loud volume again, and again, and again. It was a small price to pay for some freedom from the restraints, but a nuisance nonetheless. Shane’s mouth slowly started to shrink again, forming a clear frown of discomfort. His head was pounding now. He wasn’t sure if had been prior to the Velcro or not, but it certainly was now. Fortunately he was free again. As Gina pulled the last strap off of him, he raised a tired hand to his forehead and rubbed it in the centre.
He closed his eyes and tried to remember the events of the day as best he could. He’d always had a pretty bad memory, and under the circumstances, he didn’t really expect this memory to shine through very well at all, but there he went, going through the events of the day from the fall onwards. The details were foggy, but he had the gist of it until the cab had show up. The last thing he really remembered was hearing Gina’s name. Then it hit him that he’d probably never actually returned the favor. He wasn’t usually in the mood to share anything about himself, but it seemed like such a minor thing to put out there in return for the help this girl was continuing to give.
“Shane.” He said. Still faintly, but far less broken and coarse then earlier. Gina, who had returned to sitting down across from him next to the bedside table, turned to look at him with a measure of confusion. She obviously had no idea what he was talking about, if she had even caught the name. His frown corrected itself back into a more welcoming expression, and he looked right at her. ‘My name.” he moved his hand from his forehead and pointed to his chest. “My name is Shane.”
Two words jumped out at Shane, grabbing hold and not letting go. “Our Kind.” Could this man sitting next to him be a mutant as well? He’d been implying he knew a fair bit about them in the short time they’d been conversing. Things weren’t quite adding up though. He hadn’t had many encounters with other mutants, but they few he had had still been obviously mutants. Amber had the eyes. Gina and himself had their entire appearance. But this man, as far as he could tell, was just that. A man. Nothing unique or special going on. Nothing to mark him as an outcast from society. Nothing that should give him the right to claim to be a part of this club he’d been born in to. Shane had never been proud to be the way he was, but he wasn’t about to let some Joe Schmoe claim he was on the level with him.
“What do you mean, ‘Our Kind,’ exactly?” He looked the man up and down, scanning for something he may have missed. There was clear frustration in his voice again. The confidence he’d lost only moments ago was flowing back to him, which was really what he needed. This was supposed to be his night. He resented the fact that some stranger was able to get this much of a rise out of him. But perhaps what was getting to him the most (although he was unaware it was the case) was the idea that there could be a mutant who could have the benefits of being a mutant without the pain of rejection that seemed to be so common among the few others he’d met with recently.
