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.
He knew he was having too much fun. The child inside him was clearly holding onto the reins at the moment, but he didn’t care. In his mind he knew that he needed to keep a level head in case this was all some kind of rouse or trap to lure him away. He had no idea who this creature was, what they wanted and what he had to do with it. On any other occasion, we would have had his fight or flight reaction kick in by now, but for some reason he felt safe with the dinosaur. He trusted it, or perhaps connected with it somehow. Either way, he wasn’t acting like himself tonight, and the thrill of the whole thing was definitely the cause.
They continued to run through the shadows, never pausing for anything. Every obstacle was easily avoided or jumped over, and the pace never deviated. In fact, they were so consistent, they even began stepping in rhythm with one another. He was certain that the raptor was holding back though, which he appreciated, as quick as he was in the forms he was used to, this body was far from a perfect representation, and as such, had quite a few limits. Speed was certainly one of them, and pushing himself too hard would only mean that he was going to need to eat again pretty soon.
They had been running for a few minutes now. It seemed like longer, but it couldn’t have been any longer then 10, and all the twists and turns had finally lead him away from any part of the city he had ever seen before. He started looking up and around at the buildings that loomed over his head, trying to sport something that could help him get his bearings. There was nothing though. He was lost, and was now depending on the dinosaur leading him around to guide him back again at some point. He was starting to panic a little bit. The fight of flight reaction in his gut was starting to work it’s way to the surface, and when he realized that the alley that they were currently heading down was in fact a dead end, that panic couldn’t be held back any longer.
It had been a long time since Shane had done this. He couldn’t even remember an actual time, just that as a child he would come here much like he was now. The smells and the sounds of central park brought back all of his favourite memories from his entire life, be them moments like the ones he was thinking of now from his childhood, or other positive elements of his time spent out in Adirondack Park. And yet, despite all of the positive things that his outing this evening reminded him of, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. After all, there was nothing he was less ok with then how he was spending his night; visible in a public place.
Shane had spent his entire adult life hiding in the shadows and avoiding being seen, but in his short time here in “The Big Apple” he was beginning to learn that people like him were not as uncommon as he had once thought. Though that did not give him the confidence to just walk out in the street and act like he owned the place. Baby steps, he’d think to himself. Just get yourself to spend time out in public for now, even if it is just at night.
So that’s what he was doing. Sitting on a bench, trying awkwardly to avoid eye contact with the people passing him on the path. He knew that he looked ridiculous, but he had given himself a goal, and he was going to achieve it. He’d stay there for one full night, or at least until the crowds were gone. In reality, very few people who passed him even paid him any attention, and the ones who did usually only did so in passing, taking him for a homeless person resting on the bench, but as far as he was concerned, every stranger was glaring at him, judging his every move. He pulled his hat down low and flipped his collar up.
He’d dressed up as well, sporting the most pieces of clothing he’d ever worn at the same time. He would rarely wear much in the way of clothing. Usually just sticking with his long jacket. He found he was less capable of utilizing his powers when he was restricted by fabric locking him into one shape. His jacket worked well to cover him up, but was easy enough to toss away when trouble began. Today was about blending in, and naked man with a trench coat in a park probably wasn’t the best way to go about it.
So there he sat, arms crossed and covered up by as many layers of clothes as he could handle wearing before the heat would get to him. It was going to be a long night, he could just tell.
This was a feeling Shane hadn’t had in quite some time: fun. He truly did feel as though he were a kid again, playing make-believe as a dinosaur with one of the neighbors. He wagged his tail in response to the creature, mimicking it as best he could. They say to copy someone is the highest form of flattery, and he hoped that this was true across different species. As he examined the calculated moves of the raptor, he couldn’t help but think to himself that perhaps this felt like playing pretend with a friend because there was a person inside his opposite, just as he was inside this dino-form he had taken on himself. If it was possible for him to change shape, why couldn’t other people as well?
The dinosaur began to gesture with its head and arms in a way that implied it wanted Shane to follow. Unsure of what the proper response was, he took a step forward and began nodding his head a few times, exaggerated to make sure the action came across. He truly did feel like a kid again. The raptor responded excitedly with approving gestures and chirps before turning around and heading off into the dark of the night.
Shane took a deep breath. He usually wasn’t one to blindly follow someone else into an area he didn’t know much about, but for some reason he trusted this raptor, and he couldn’t help but admit that it felt good to shift into a form other then his human and blobby forms that had become his two standards. Going out for a run in a new form sounded pretty nice to him. Taking one last deep breath, Shane took off after the other dinosaur, letting out another failed attempt at a chirp.
Well, it was clear that this was not the monster from the movies. He was pretty confident that if it had been, he would have been food (or it would have at least attempted to eat him, he wasn’t anywhere near as defenseless as he was little more then an hour ago). But this creature certainly wasn’t interested in eating him. It actually seemed to be trying to communicate, though Shane kept telling himself that was ridiculous. But still, the arm motions being made by the dino were quite deliberate looking, and as far as he could tell, it seemed to be maintaining eye contact. That is when Shane finally managed to get in good look at its eyes. Black. Quite the opposite of his own, he thought to himself. This creature was becoming more and more peculiar by them second.
Feeling as though he ought to embrace the situation, Shane sized up his opposite, then gave himself a quick once over with his eyes. The two of them probably had a similar mass overall. He could tell that all of the bubbling and ripples on his back and completely ceased – the dog was 100% a part of him now, and he was anxious to put his new addition to the test.
He’d always loved dinosaurs when he was a kid. His father had bought him all the toys, and he’d seen every animated film with dinosaurs in them. At one point he used to imagine himself as one, roaming the countryside in search of his prey. It was time that he pulled that young imagination out from retirement.
His body collapsed in on itself, making a bit of a ball form on the ground. It all happened so fast that he could only hope that the dinosaur wasn’t startled or threatened. However, just as quickly as he was down, he was right back up again. A long, pointed snout and a very long tail sprouted out first followed by two very powerful legs as the lifted what chunk of the mass remained off of the ground. Finally two three fingered arms worked their way out, stretching out, seeming almost sentient themselves.
And that was that. He was a fully formed raptor. Not quite as large as his opposite, but sizable all the same. Locking his white eyes on the creature’s black ones, he attempted to replicate the chirping of the dinosaur, without much success. At this point there was no going back, so he certainly hoped that he hadn’t offended the creature.
It had been a few minutes since he had launched his attack and eaten the mutt, and by now the dog was almost finished syncing with the rest of his body. Most of the bubbling had slowed down except for a few occasional rumbles, and he was feeling the best he had in the last few days. And yet, all Shane could think about was how he seemed to live in a world of peaks and valleys. If things were starting to look up, something was bound to pull him back down again. He managed to pull himself up onto his feet and began looking for the clothes he’d tossed off the rooftop prior to the attack. Throwing on his jacket, his attention was stolen by a high-pitched chirping sound.
And there it was, his valley. On the one hand, he’d eaten, and was managing to relax a little bit, but of course, balancing things out was some kind of bird making a racket obviously somewhere near by. The noise didn’t sound very familiar to him, which was surprising. He had become pretty good at picking out bird species by their calls. And of course, none of this accounted for the fact that this bird was out in the middle of the night, in the middle of a downpour. The chirp was incredibly high pitched, and remarkably irritating to listen to. It became clear to Shane that the only way to make the best of this was to make this a three-meal day.
Turning the corner of the dumpster he had been behind, he looked up for the source of the noise. Much to his surprise however, the second time the noise came, it came from ground level. Shane’s gaze shifted to a dark corner of the alley where it appeared that some kind of large animal was standing. He started to inch his way closer to it to see what kind of creature it was when a bolt of lighting cut through the air, illuminating the alleyway as well as it’s two inhabitants. Though the light was brief, Shane was confident that what he saw standing in front of him was a full size dinosaur. Nervously he backed off from the creature who’s silhouette implied it was looking directly at him. Clearly the malnourishment has had some side effects that don’t go away very quickly was all he could think to himself. Slowing walking backwards, all the while rubbing his pale eyes, he failed to notice the small pile of his clothing he had tossed from above, he tripped and fell backward. This was not the situation he wanted to be in while facing off against a dinosaur.
Things were far from ideal. It seemed as though the rain hadn’t stopped pouring down for the last few days. It wasn’t the water that bothered him though. He “had” hated it, and eventually he probably would hate it again, but right now it was incredibly soothing on his burnt flesh. It was the lighting that had him on edge. If being electrocuted had changed anything in him, it was bringing out jumpiness in him that he didn’t know was possible. Every flash of light in the night sky received a nervous glance. Perhaps sitting on the rooftops was not the best choice, but being spotted was too much of a risk at the moment, and Shane had always found comfort in a high vantage point.
Most of the burns were healing. Cycling in new flesh always seemed to move the healthiest skin to the surface, but in his weakened state he hadn’t been able to hunt the normal large game he had come accustomed to. Small rodents and birds kept him alive, but they didn’t rebuild his strength, which was something he was going to need when he struck back against the man who had done this to him in the first place. His last meal – a dirty pigeon stupid enough to wander up to him – was a few hours ago, and he was craving something new. His body was tingling pain all over with anticipation. It was more of a painful sensation then he was used to, it had been years since he’d managed to let himself shrivel up to the point he was at now.
That’s when he heard the barking from below him. Things were beginning to look up. Dogs seemed to be becoming the go-to meal for him lately, which he didn’t have much of an issue with. Although he hated to admit it, humans offered a level of growth unlike any other animal he’d ever consumed, but for some reason dogs seemed to come in to his top 5 list. He simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity for a dog hunt.
Uninterested in elegance tonight, Shane grabbed a large rock he had been keeping up on the rooftop with him. Peeking down into the street, he could see the dog – a mangy mutt without any kind of collar – rummaging through the trash at the opening of the alley. He moved the rock to the edge of the roof above the dog as best he could, then he lifted it above his head. Taking a deep breath, he tossed the rock dog at the dog, hearing the loud crash of it striking the cement. He quickly followed it down himself.
He hadn’t killed the dog, but he had wounded it quite badly. He was quick to latch on to it. He wrapped his body around the dog’s head, squeezing the mutt tightly, constricting it like a snake. After a moment, he could feel the dog’s breathing stop entirely. He quickly moved the animal’s body deeper into the alley behind a dumpster where he engulfed the entire animal in his body. Getting the sensations of anticipation, he began to take the dog into himself. His back bubbled and vibrated as it visibly grew in size. He sighed a breath of relief as a large portion of the burnt skin went out with the old, making room for the new.
He leaned against the wall of the alley to collect his thoughts while he waited for the new flesh to finish melding with the old. He had very little control of it until then, but that was fine, all he wanted to do was sit tight and relax until then.
Martin/Amber/Shane sounds like it could be an interesting combo. I guess you guys can just give me a shout here or PM when you've freed up a bit? It'll give me time to think of something fun to do in the thread.
Haha, I guess I really should decide on how he would react. I guess the most logical thing to happen (as far as I'm concerned) would be for him to lose control of his body, and the majority of it would turn into fat (if he's big, he's be pretty fat, if he's small, he'd look anorexic).
Either way, he'd probably be in rough shape.
And Amber, give me a shout when you're freed up, I love to write with you.
So I'm thinking I will probably he having Shane join up with one of these two organizations eventually, but meeting members of them is probably a pretty important first step.
Anybody feel like bumping into a big gray blob some time in the near future?
