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.
You're right, lets keep the gathering in our back pocket for a future date.
In all honestly, as long as I get out of the alleys, I don't really care what else happens. I feel like Shane spends way too much time in dark places. He'll probably be hanging around the Sanctuary and it's surrounding areas. Is it reasonable to get you there? He'll probably latch on to anyone who's clearly a mutant if he can spot them. Or, if you're down for a slightly creepier option, he could always spot her off screen and more or less be stalking/spying on her when the thread begins. Less confined to one place that way, and he does love being sneaky.
Hmm... well he's not quite the run around in the open causing mayhem type of guy (yet, at least), but he is starting to move out into the sun. He's also trying to learn as much about the mutant community in the city as he can (He didn't know there was one until recently), and he's pretty inquisitive. I'm not entirely up to speed on MRO Universe, but would some kind of mutant event/gathering be something that could take place, perhaps a mutant rights rally of some sort, or something of that nature?
Shane was unimpressed. This man was demonstrating a pretty extreme level of confidence, but as of yet, he had done nothing to prove it was warranted. As far as he was concerned, no one should be this cocky, especially around him. He’d established by this point that his relationship with other people was that he scared them off. As much as he always hated that that was the relationship, he had come to accept it. It was his standard. This on the other hand was turning away from standard and becoming highly unusual. He wasn’t impressed, and he wasn’t going to back down.
“So you’re not afraid of the big bad wolf huh?” Shane asked, trying to emulate the smug tone he’d been receiving this entire time. His voice still carried with it the rasp and unpolished quality it did when he had only recently assembled his mouth: the throat needed time to shape up and function properly. He plopped back down on the bench beside the man, completely removing his hat and pulling down his scarf and collar. There weren’t many people around, and by this point and the sun had almost completely set, so it wasn’t very easy to make anyone out. In he sat down and crossed his arms in a very stand offish manner. Looking directly at the squatter, he slowly began to tweak his face to resemble a wolf, his nose elongating into a snout with ears sprouting up. “I’m not going anywhere.” He growled out.
There was a look of pity on the girl’s face. Although he couldn’t say that he was that thrilled to see it, he couldn’t deny that it felt good to see someone who could at least understand what it was like to be him. No one likes pity, but sometimes a little sympathy can go a long way.
However, nothing had grabbed his attention more that night then the mention of a place called “Sanctuary.” He had steered clear of shelters this entire time. They carried with them a mood that, for him, was less desirable then the streets. And of course, there were the people. The ones you couldn’t hide from, and the ones that you don’t usually want to spend time with. At least on the street, if you happened upon someone like that, you could always keep walking, even if that meant walking through them. In a shelter, you were following someone else’s rules, playing on their field. That was a setting that Shane just couldn’t see himself backing. But a shelter designed for mutants? That seemed to be a whole new thing. There was an inherent danger to it that came with putting the same types of people he wanted to avoid in a room together and then throwing in some super powers for good measure. However, if the kind of sympathy Amber was demonstrating was a common trait to everyone at this place, then it couldn’t really be that bad.
“Tell me more about this place.” He asked. He was finally completely relaxed, and his body demonstrated it. His voice had little to no indications of fear or distrust any longer. His posture was far less standoffish as well. If anything, he was leaning in with an interest in what she was saying now. His hand that he had been keeping ready as a weapon was now relaxing as well. All appeared to be calm. He was beginning to trust this girl.
As he looked at Amber, he quickly evaluated his situation. He was reaching a point of no return, if he didn’t leave soon, he might as well embrace the situation. He took his one last deep breath, and then fumbled out the words, “Could you take me there?” He felt that this place was important, and that if nothing else, knowing where it is could only be a benefit to him. But he simply couldn’t ignore the fact that having a bed to sleep on would be one of the most wonderful experiences he’d had in a long time, and if running as a dinosaur could rummage up old memories of his child hood, this possibilities of a bed were endless. Seeing what this place was all about was something that needed to happen.
There were few instances that Shane could truly confess to being caught off guard. He never would have expected a small conversation on a bench to be one of those times. He figured his plan was pretty straightforward; Make a scary face, tell the man to move, maybe growl a bit, watch as the stranger runs off with a stain in his pants. Not today however. Apparently he wound up with the one person in the park with little to no interest in a monster.
The man just sat there, smiling back at him, completely un-phased by what he had assumed would have been a pretty jarring sight. He even managed to throw out a snarky comment on the quality of his teeth. Shane was furious. Or at least he thought he should have been. Confusion really was the only label to put on him at the moment. His shoulders lowered and his posture slumped down a bit. He needed to figure out where to go with this now.
“Red… cap?” Shane forced the words out. It was equal parts genuine question (he really hadn’t understood the comment) as well as the perfect vocalization of his complete confusion. His wide grin shrunk inward from the ends, filling itself in like a liquid spilling into the cracks. A significantly less jagged frown now took its place.
His composure was slowly slipping away, and already all of the chips were in the other man’s corner. Physical action could always be taken, but he’d leave it as a last resort. He still wanted to try and maintain a low profile, plus, this man gave off a level on confidence that left Shane feeling like he’d probably lose that fight. So much for his long, dull evening.
If Shane were to put a single label on his first impression of this Amber girl, genuine would have to be it. She wasn’t hiding anything (except for her face) and was showing no fear as she looked upon him. Refreshing would also be a fitting description of their first official face to face. Although her eyes were hard to read, he could tell she wasn’t looking at him with the fear or anger he had grown accustomed to. As every second passed, his tension slowly faded away. He was relaxing, and doing so while having a conversation with another person. This was a pretty big step for him.
She referenced the run in the few words she responded with, which only continued the calming he was going through. He was still trying his best to hold on to the feeling he had during that run. Memories were hard for him to hold on to, but something about being in that form, or perhaps being with this other mutant helped to knock a few of those memories free. He was already starting to loose them again, the feeling being replaced with the typical post-meal headache he had been waiting for since he’d eaten the dog earlier. Eventually the headache would replace the positive feelings, but until then he was quite content holding on to what he had.
The girl’s words continued to hit Shane hard as she answered his questions. Although she did speak with a bit of a stutter, she kept cool, and as much as he hated to admit it, she controlled the conversation. Interestingly though, he wasn’t intimidated by it at all. In contrast, it was a pleasure to hear another person speak. This conversation already contained more words then any exchange he’d had in years, and it was this sort of thing that he had been hoping for when he decided that it was time for him to leave the woods and come to the city.
Amber continued on about mutants, expressing understanding to his cause. He imagined that she lacked the ability to understand his experiences completely, but she clearly was speaking from her own experiences, and again, they were genuine. The she threw the curveball at him. A question. “Do you have a place to stay?” she asked him, and he truly didn’t know how best to answer.
Once again his survival instincts were kicking in, telling him to be weary, that this girl was not to be trusted. That sort of information wasn’t meant to be handed out lightly, not that he really had any place to go in the first place. And yet, despite his better judgment, he seemed to act as bystander as his mouth responded on it’s own.
“I tend to stick with the streets. Roof tops sometimes.” He’d finally brought his breathing down to a more natural rhythm, and there was almost no rasp to his voice any longer with this response. Although internally he was paranoid and concerned, on the outside he hadn’t felt this good in a long time. The faintest hint of a smile may have even worked its way onto his face.
There was his confirmation. This woman standing in front of him was one in the same with the raptor he’d been running with not moments ago. This was new, to say the least.
Mutants. He’d heard the word before, but only in passing - at least until he moved back to the city. It would make all of the other pieces in his life fit together, using mutant to answer all of his unanswered questions. He’d always assumed he was some kind of monster. A freak. He’d had no one to talk about it with, and no one had ever told him it was a possibility. Perhaps he’d run away before they’d ever had a chance. Regardless of the reasons that things happened the way they did, it didn’t change the fact that it most likely was what he was.
He looked his opposite up and down as he continued to shift back into a human form. Features popped up on his face that weren’t there before. His tail was completely gone. His legs took on a more human shape, with his fingers and toes losing all signs of talons. He was nude, however, so for the sake of the woman in front of him, he left out a few details. His retreat had halted by this point, and he was even inching his way towards the girl - Amber, she said her name was.
So she was a mutant as well. In this form of hers there wasn’t much to give her away, except for her eyes. “Were eyes a give away to mutation?” he wondered to himself, picturing his own lifeless whites. He wasn’t ready to rule out any other possible mutation entirely though, she was covered up from head to toe. It wasn’t impossible that she could be hiding something underneath her robes, a bizarre skin condition for example – scales perhaps. However, regardless of mutant claims, the situation hadn’t really changed much. He was still in a situation he didn’t fully understand, and nothing made him feel more cornered then the unknown.
“What do you want from me?” he asked. “And what do you know about Mutants?” His voice was much smoother this time around, something he wanted to make sure of. There was un-easiness to her voice that lead him to believe he could control the conversation, if nothing else. The fingers on his right hand began to rotate between a melded and separated state, readying themselves in case a whip became necessary in the near future. You could never be too careful.
Some stranger had taken it upon themselves to up the ante for his little experiment that night. With a significant lack of interest in Shane’s claim to the bench, he confidently plopped himself down right beside the dark shape-shifter. He was livid, but managed to keep himself from jumping up or over reacting right off the bat. This intruder may only be sitting down for a brief moment, perhaps to tie his shoe or catch his breath. He decided it best to give it a minute and see if the problem would resolve itself.
He propped himself up in his seat. He was aware he might have appeared as though he were sleeping on the bench, which could have thrown him into this pickle in the first place. If that were the case, perhaps sitting up would help him move along quicker. He was pretty sure most people didn’t have much interest in sitting with a homeless person. He couldn’t look past anything that would help to remove this intruder quicker. Shane was a pretty territorial person by nature, and invasions of personal space were something he simply couldn’t bring himself to tolerate.
He waited. And waited. And waited. The man just sat there with a smug smile on his face. Shane continued to sneak glances in out of the corner of his eye, watching him intently. The man never once acknowledged Shane’s presence. He quickly began to realize that he wasn’t really that mad before. NOW he was mad. He had a short temper, and it was ready to burst. He had lost interest in keeping his low profile any longer. By this point, as little time as it had actually been, it had become a matter of pride for him. He had claimed this bench as his own, and now he needed to defend it.
He turned to face the man beside him, staring directly at him. The man continued to have no interest what so ever. Shane lifted up his hat and pulled down his collar, revealing his face. The man continued to ignore him. Shane could feel the slip of a mouth of his ripping open and expanding, opening to a grin that quite literally ran from ear to ear, jagged and filled with simulated teeth. His bubbling throat managed to slide out the word “Move” calmly, yet with a hint of anger he had no interest in hiding. If this didn’t scare him of, He’d just have to eat the man.
Things were starting to piece themselves together now, but in a pretty strange way. After a few moments of waiting suspiciously in the alley without any incident, it was clear to him that this was not the plan of someone who intended to ambush him. However, the raptor was acting quite bizarre, by his standards anyways. It had begun motioning with it’s hands again, appearing to try and communicate once again with some confusing brand of sign language. Shane was disappointed to admit that it clearly was useless to try. He just wasn’t getting it.
The creature then wandered behind a dumpster, as if to go into hiding from him. He hand no issues with the dino camping out for a few minutes. He wasn’t in any kind of rush at the moment. If anything, he could use the break to catch his breath again, the run had been quite the exercise, and long bouts of physical exertion tended to have rather negative effects on him. Plopping down onto the ground, realized he didn’t quite know how to sit in this body, but wanted to do his best to maintain it for as long as he could, ideally as long as he was going to be with this new acquaintance of his.
Struggling to find a comfortable place to rest his tail, he could hear a bizarre collection of sounds coming from behind the dumpster, some of which were the same chirps that the raptor had made earlier that he had done his best to emulate. He wasn’t too keen on getting right back up again after finally getting comfortable on his stack of newspapers, but he reluctantly stood up again an began wandering towards the resting place of his comrade. He was skeptical still, keeping himself ready to pounce if he needed to, sticking with the shadows as best he could. Just before he could poke his head around the corner, out stepped a woman from the very place the raptor should be.
Startled and concerned, both equally for himself as his missing companion, Shane began growling and snarling, showing off his mock teeth as much as he could while he backed up towards the opening in the alley behind him. Searching for another way out, his eyes were scanning his surroundings, keeping her in his peripherals the entire time.
Continuing to retreat slowly, he began to shift back to a more human form. A mouth was something he was going to need. His posture began to straighten out and his face began to flatten as he could feel the mass from his tail flooding into his arms, filling them with strength. His slit of a mouth opened up wide, toothless, but still fuctional.
“Who are you?” he managed to force out, his voice hoarse and crackly, as was often the case with his fist few words. It was at this point that he finally looked directly into the eyes of the woman in front of them, realizing that they were the same empty black he had seen on the raptor earlier. The wheels in his head were turning, but he had never met another mutant before, at least not one he was aware of, so he wasn’t entirely sure how to react.
“I…” he more gasped out then really spoke before stopping himself. He wasn’t sure what to think, so he did the only thing he knew how to do; he stayed on the defensive.
