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.
Clearly he had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. The aesthetic of the bar was quite nice. He hadn’t been to many before, but this was the first one that hadn’t left him feeling dirty just from being inside it. Unfortunately he couldn’t say the same of its patrons. The robots had taken on the form of leather-clad bikers. He’d see worse looking thugs before, but it was a rare occurrence that he encountered one that carried a sword with him. More to the point, he’d never actually encountered a sword before (at least not in someone’s hands as they advanced on him).
He tossed his oversized jacket to the ground beside him, leaving him naked as the thugs approached him. Aura popped up beside him wielding her own blade, leaving him feeling inadequate. He was really starting to feel a little unprepared for this fight.
As soon as the jacket had left his body, his skin started to warp itself free of it’s human shape, becoming more blobish and far less defined. One arm disappeared into the mass while the other extended out from his body in a flail shape. As his ally engaged one of the bikers to her side, the other swordsmen charged towards him. In reflex he slid to the right to dodge the downward strike of the sword, then swung his flail into the back of the head of the drone, sending it toppling forward. He took a moment to realize he was already starting to enjoy himself before noticing that a second of the bikers was already advancing towards him.
Shane sat back and scratched his head in amazement as he watched the room change from location to location before his eyes. He’d never seen anything quite like it, and he was stunned by how convincing the images were. Aura had commented that they were just illusions, but it was hard to believe that while faced with something so impressive. Lost in a bit of a daze, he started to wander out into the very familiar looking rooftop setting, looking out onto the horizon trying to determine where in the city he was actually located.
He was only half listening to her as she started talking about safety and dangers. One sentence did cut through the distractions though.
“Do you care to try it out?“
Shane turned around and the two of them shared a smile. He nodded in her direction. “I’d like that.” He answered. He turned back around to meet eyes with the emotionless dummy as he stood still on the fire escape across from him. He was excited, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but ask himself what he was getting himself into.
The two of them entered a large room filled with various items he’d imagined were standard fare in a gym environment. He’d never really experienced a gym before, and truth be told he didn’t really know if this counted as one. At the far end was some kind of robots, or at least some kind of humanoid shaped machines. They sat motionless, staring at them with their blank faces. Shane was moderately intimidated by the clunkers.
>>"The computer can replicate locations and people to fight”
Aura wandered over to some kind of control panel and began typing in commands without much of a second thought. Experience pays off in circumstances like that. With a final click of the panel, one of the machines at the end of the room popped to life and changed in appearance to a rough looking, leather clad thug. Shane flinched for a moment, he didn’t like being caught off guard like that, but once he realized the biker wasn’t approaching them, he calmed down. From the distance they were the disguise was seamless. He was impressed.
He took a moment to examine it, the biker’s eyes very real, but still emotionless. Then he remembered what else Aura had said.
The girl started leading them towards what he could only assume was the training area they were discussing. As the two of them made their way through the hallways, the tour guide art of Aura’s personality seemed to be melting away and the conversation slipped more to a more relaxed conversation.
>> "Can I ask how your normally fight? Do you feel pain? Have blood?"
He had to think about his answer for a moment. “I don’t really have much of a technique.” He admitted with a hint of disappointment in his tone. “But I do feel pain, and I definitely bleed.” He could remember a few occasions when he’d had fleshed ripped from him. He was lucky it seemed that the growth in size he experienced when he ate also lead to a burst in healing effects as well. If that wasn’t the case, he was pretty sure he’d be dead by now from some of his injuries.
“Really, I would say it comes down to how big I am at the time…” He trailed off, realizing why the girl had been a little familiar to him when he’d first seen her. “Actually, really the last time I’ve fought with anyone was at an underground fight club.” Although he didn’t have many fond memories of that night, he certainly did seem to run into people from that arena more often then he would have thought.
Shane stopped to think about that for a minute. He supposed that he’d been doing that for a while when he first managed to escape into the woods, but once he’d found his rhythm there wasn’t much need for him to push himself any further. And despite being thrust into a new environment, he really hadn’t needed to push himself too far out of his comfort zone since he’d arrived in the city. Perhaps he was falling a bit behind on taking care of himself.
“Do you have any sort of sparring area set up for that purpose?” he asked. He really wasn’t much of a fighter. The few situations he’d found himself in recently that involved any sort of conflict hadn’t exactly gone well for him, and if they did an element of surprise or fear was likely a contributing factor. He could certainly use a bit of practice. Strengthening his mutation would only be a bonus.
“Congrats. You just got away with being an accessory to murder”
In all the panicking and running around, he’d lost track of why he was in the house in the first place. He’d completely forgotten about the body and the bar, and everything. Adrenaline could have some striking effects, it would seem. It was all he could do to scratch the back of his head and make sense of his night.
“Thanks, I guess.” He mumbled. There was something that still didn’t quite sit right about his scavenging act. Perhaps he had more honour then liked to believe.
Despite the fact that they weren’t completely out of the woods just yet, he couldn’t help be feel secure where he was. It was rare for him to find comfort under a roof, preferring to have a sky over his head. But this time, with all those people out there looking for him, a little shelter seemed like just the thing he needed. He stood in the doorway, jacket pulled up high to cover his face, debating heading out into the cool night air.
Well, that certainly wasn’t the vote of confidence he’d hoped for. It seemed as though nothing had happened though, which just made the experience even more surreal. He took look at his hands, just to confirm to himself that he was in one piece and that nothing abnormal (for him anyways) was going on. Under different circumstances, a shot to his ego like the crying comment would have stung a little bit more, but at the moment he didn’t really seem to be processing things normally.
>> "Do you still want the tour...?"
She asked with a tone of indifference. That was what he’d come for, was it not? And if it wasn’t going to kill him to close to her, but rather make him weak, then there were far worse ways for him to get a lay of the land in this environment. He nodded his head.
As soon as Shane’s eyes landed on the door he was already headed straight for it. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to waste any more time. Fortunately it seemed as though the noise they’d made was being registered as officer related noise to all the people doing the searching. No one really seemed to be heading their way as far as he could tell, not that he was really giving them more the occasional glance.
He grabbed the handle and pulled it open. Staring back at Blood, he shot him a look of impatience. He probably didn’t have the right to feel that way after all this, but he was never one for rushing head first into a place he didn’t know, an activity that he assumed his ally was more experienced in. He stood at the doorway, waiting to be shown where to go next.
Shane watched as the man leaped to the neighbouring building’s roof. However, as graceful as the jump was, his large body still landed with a large thud. Fortunately, as quick glance around to the surrounding streets revealed, he didn’t seem to register as anything major to the surrounding officers. Only one or two flashlights seemed to aim in their general area, and neither aimed high enough to spot the fugitives.
He felt quite confident that he wouldn’t be able to make the same jump. Staying low on the roof, he could see that Blood was expecting him to follow, but an alternative route was going to be needed. His tree was actually looking like a viable alternative. It at least placed him closer to the other side where he might be able to pull off a jump. He made another move for the tree, immediately feeling a sense of protection when he felt the bark on his skin. He lingered on the branches for a few moments, debating leaving or not. He could feel Blood’s impatience from where he was, despite never actually taking a glance in his direction.
Finally he started climbing the tree to earn a bit more of a vantage point. He managed to come across a large, long branch extending out in the direction of the roof. He carefully maneuvered himself out onto the barely sturdy twig where he managed to get close enough to extend a limb out to grab the building.
Releasing from the tree was far less graceful.
The thin branch snapped back to attention as his weight was released from it, creating a rustling noise comparable in volume to Blood’s landing. His own thud was marginally softer, enough so that he was far more concerned with the tree then the roof. His eyes quickly found Blood’s and he quickly rushed over to him.
“We should probably get moving.” He spat out, looking around at the dancing beams of light that surrounded them.
Perhaps he wasn’t as concealed as he’d prided himself on not too long ago. He silently slid down the tree from his high perch reluctantly, careful to make sure not to cause any notable movement in the branches. He wasn’t thrilled with the idea of exposing himself at this point. He’d already convinced himself that the “hiding out until morning” plan was a solid one. He was actually surprised to hear Blood making any kind of calls to him at all, he’d imagined Blood would want them to be a quiet as possible. He slipped out onto the rooftop and, staying as low to the ground as he could manage, approached Blood.
“So, what’s the plan from here then?” He whispered, his head close to Blood’s. He had a sneaking suspicion that there wasn’t one.
“Well, there were certain visual cues that helped me figure it out.” He answered with a bit of a smirk, moving an arm crossed in front of his chest up and down to show off his body and it’s distinctive colour. “Playing football in middle school really set it off though. A certain stretchiness to the body when being tackled was a bit of a heads up of what was to come.” He could remember those games pretty well. Most of the early signs managed to go unnoticed, getting lost in a pile of colliding bodies. He wasn’t even sure if he was imagining it himself. It wasn’t until another boy had pointed it out (quite vocally) that he knew it was actually happening. Everything kind of snowballed from that point on.
As the girl stood there in a pink ice cream cone costume, he tried to back track the conversation a bit; one of the things she had mentioned had caught his attention.
“How do you go about strengthening a mutation?” he asked. He’d never really thought about the possibility of a power getting more… powerful, especially in her case. His seemed did vary, but eating didn’t really qualify. In fact, really it was more like he was getting fat and then swinging it at people, quite the opposite of strengthening. But her power was an intangible collection of light around her, how could you make that stronger?
The excitement level of the street seemed to be dying down rather quickly. A few officers had taken off to the surrounding areas, presumably to look for any signs of an escape. They seemed to be all over the surrounding streets, and from where he sat, perched up high in the brush, their body language indicated that they didn’t really expect to find anything. Still, they wandered about waving their flashlights around and stirring the neighbors.
He’d given up on Blood. He could tell that whatever happened in the house, the police were satisfied knowing that it was over. As far as he was concerned, staying put until daylight or the emptying of the street was really his only option. No one was going to look up there for him, and even if they did no one would see him, at least not with the cover of darkness. He needed to move on by morning though. He wouldn’t stand out, but he certainly would be noticeable if someone was looking for him.
Then he saw it. Movement from the window he’d climbed through himself. He stayed as calm and still as he could, but there was definite concern on his face as he watched the dark figure climb to the roof. Once his feet were planted on the shingles it became clear that this man wasn’t a cop, which could mean only one thing: Blood.
Shane had no idea how the man had escaped the house without setting off any kind of concern from the officers, but he could always find out later. For now, he needed to get a signal to Blood that he was up in the tree. He had no interest in moving from his location though, and making any kind of sound wasn’t an option either.
Perhaps hoping Blood would be able to see him was his best option.
The woman was saying something, but he really wasn’t listening. He was quickly realizing that perhaps he’d had a bit of an over reaction, but one he still felt was justified. As he started feeling around his legs he started to realize that they’d taken on solidity that he hadn’t felt since he was a child. The muscles were all defined now and his limbs were decidedly… normal. He was far from immobile, but having his body revert back to this state wasn’t anything like riding a bike.
The woman was starting to back off. He’d only made out a few of the words she’d said – something about mutants and humans – but it seemed pretty clear by her lack of shock with his condition that this wasn’t the first time this sort of thing had happened around her. He was finally starting to find his balance when all of a sudden the familiar feeling of malleability returned to his legs, and then to the rest of his body. He stumbled slightly, but a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he moved some of the mass in his arms back and forth to make sure everything was back in order.
The strangest part of the whole experience had been that once he’d realized what was going on, he actually kind of liked it. Perhaps on some level, despite his resentment of humans, he still had some desire to be normal. He took a look at the girl, waiting for a response to a question he only half heard. The look was some mixture of envy and contempt. But despite all the emotions that were registering on the outside, only one was really going on in his head: curiosity. “Is it safe? What you just did to me?”
