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.
Guglin was a lot smarter than Soot had first taken him for, the little guy may have been uneducated but his mental processes were in fine shape. He absorbed and linked facts rather quickly, linking chains of thought not long after Sylus's first explanation. It would seem that leading the imp down this brief trail of discovery would not be so difficult. He just had to keep the young creature interested and moving at a steady pace.
He rejoiced at Gug's movement of thought. His mind moved as if Sylus was carrying a carrot in front of it. "Precisely Guglin, beyond the stars, past the range of any sense you have, Scora sits watching his creations. He looks over us all, hoping that his plans are falling into place. Scora sets things in motion that can start with a wildfire or the rustling of a rat. I rest easy knowing that his sight is on me, and his power is mine to use. "
Sylus was not sure how to approach this next part. Telling a being of Guglin's limited understanding that it may be a chosen being of the divine was a loaded gun. Scratch that, it was more like a lit cannon fuse. So perhaps it was an issue to be brought up later, but the general topic was of relevant concern.
"I feel that i am only one of many that Scora has chosen to carry on his word and his plan. So i have come to New York City in hopes to meet others like me, anyone else who has met Scora, or is open-minded enough to believe. I am not getting any younger Guglin, and i hope to find someone to carry on my beliefs and feed Scora's flames. If there is anywhere on the planet to begin my search, its in this giant concrete jungle. I've seen many interesting people and powers, but none that have convinced me of their dvine grace. What brought you here? To this small oasis in a sea of metal?"
"I guess we can start this simple. I'd rather not use pronouns for the rest of the time we have to....enjoy each others company. You may call me Sylus. I would like to be able to address you in some similar form. The names you give me do not have to be real, just something for me to know you by. " He turned the blade over in the flames, the metal slowly gaining an orange glow to it. "I guess the honesty of your answers to all my questions remains in your hands. But i tend to trust the human spirit , so i trust that your answers will be given to the best of your ability, and i promise that none of my questions will pry further into your personal life."
Reaching once more into his multiple pockets, Sylus brought forth a small flask filled with whiskey. He took a large swig and set the container on the floor between him and the boy. "Normally I would use that to clean the wound, but it also steadies the nerves. Anything that can kill the adrenaline and let me work with a calm disposition is a useful tool in my book. Take some if it will help you, and then use it to clean the wound yourself. I doubt you want me anywhere near your girlfriend there. Hell, sometimes even I think such things are a bad idea." A strange smile touched his face.
"Its a screwed up world when you start betraying yourself, when the monster in the mirror is just a much more terrifying version of the man you once were." A deep lunacy shone bright on his features. "Stay Gold Ponyboy." Sylus's laughter rang harshly on the walls. Its rhythmn swaying with the light of the fire.
"That bit of advice was free, but now i wish for my payment. What do you know of the construction in this area of the city? Does it remain busy, are there any areas they plan to take down soon? How far does it stretch and where is the current work at?" Sylus waited eagerly for his answers. Even though there were more questions to come.
I am gonna keep this short, I am seconding the nomination for Tses.
Beyond her name that i still have trouble pronouncing, Tses pumps out threads like a group of people are holding her family for hostage and have a 500 post ransom due in three days. ( Tses, I love the enthusiasm, but your work ethic is F-ING NUTS)
These posts may come at machine gun speed, but i never feel like they have been rushed or overlooked. Each of them stays succinct while moving the plotline and providing enough detail to be a truly worthy contribution to those she writes with.
As an added note, she is also quite the useful proofreader if one is looking to improve their writing skills.
Soot raised an eyebrow at the young man's last comment. As far as he was concerned, what had just transpired was the result of the couple's poor choices.
"Look what I did? From what i saw, i was attacked and then responded accordingly. I even granted you mercy by not beating you senseless after our brief bout. Regardless, i have no need to harm you further. I only require information, and if you won't give it to me freely, then perhaps an exchange will do." Sylus began to gather random scraps of cardboard and a couple of pieces of 2x4 from the surrounding area. Arranging them into a structured little pile, he reached into his pocket for his zippo. His fingers met empty air, and he fumbled through the rest of his pockets, coming out with a look of disappointment and a box of matches. He scanned the room for a glint of metal but found nothing.
The loss of that lighter was like that of an old friend, but in a city like this, the likelihood of him finding it again was slim to none. With a sigh, Sylus struck a few of them and lit some of the kindling, breathing lightly on it to build the flame. The warmth and glow of a fire soon spread outward. As a final addition, he took a knife from the sheath at his waist and laid the blade across flame.
"I have a couple questions that you may be able to answer. Promise to respond to the best of your ability, and i will teach you a more permanent way to fix her wound. Otherwise, i will leave you alone. Though without help, she may end up leaving this place as well." He squatted down and warmed his hands over the fire. Watching as the young man hovered over the girl defensively.
Given our recently established relationship, i would be more than happy to break you out of jail. Hell if you want it to be semi violent i could even get myself caught later as a ploy to break you guys out of prison. (Itd be easier to do if i was already inside) I was thinking i could molotov the restaurant in response., get thwarted, and land in prison.
Plus a series of prison threads would be sweet. We could run that place in days.
The rate at which the young woman had collapsed surprised Soot quite a bit. He did not think his attack had been that brutal, and he had used little enough pressure to allow her to breathe, if painfully. She had thrown up a knee at his midsection, but it landed feebly, ending with her slumping into him like she had been hit with a tranquilizer instead of a charging body.
Sylus caught her briefly in his arms before she fell to the ground. His hands came away sticky and red with blood.
"What the hell...." He uttered to himself, wondering where the wound had come from. No sooner had the thought hit him that she had to have been previously injured, then he was hit by a whole nother entity. The boy, whom Sylus had left aside in his fit of rage, charged him head on. They both hit the floor in a tangle of limbs, one of which had found its way to his chin during the rough housing. The taste of blood filled his mouth, tangy and metallic. He shifted to smoke, rising above the boy and reforming in a standing position.
Sylus spat the blood out of his mouth and spoke once more.
"Can't believe I let some fool get the jump on me." He kicked the boy lightly in his side. "I also cant believe that you and your little friend decided to attack me while one of you is so grievously wounded. Get up! I wont have the two of you dying without good reason to it."
His manner had changed completely, no longer angered but in fact a bit worried. It seemed that these two had attacked him in defense, a reaction to his big entrance. With the facts all lined up, he had no reason to hurt these two, not without a large pyre involved.
Aura had taken his throw with an expert flair. After a brief series of rolls. she had ended upon her feet, crouching like some crazed cougar about to strike. The subtle light that gave away her power ebbed and flowed over her arms, almost as if it were an entity all its own. Aura's simple reply to his psychotic banter contrasted with the cascade of rubble caused by a mere punch of hers.
From this pile of what she apparently considered munitions, Aura selected a large chunk of cement and proceeded to hit it like a line drive down center field.
Sylus stared at the whole scene nonchalantly, watching the incoming projectile like it was a rather boring edition of the six o' clock news. At the last possible moment before impact, a smile broke out on his face and he disappeared, reforming a second later. The stone collided with the wall several feet behind him.
"Strike one Aura, you should know better than to try a single shot like that. You're gonna have to come at me faster, stronger, and smarter than you ever have before. Amp your game up, or you'll strike out without a point on the board."
Sylus sneered as his adrenaline raced. The shot had actually come much closer than he liked. He may be able to become untouchable in the blink of an eye, but he still had to recognize the threat before he could react.
His damaged confidence showed nowhere on his face. No reason to give his newest victim a boost in her morale.
Soot took a tonfa from his belt and flipped it end over end, catching it each time on the main handle as he walked casually towards his opponent. In a sudden movement he stopped on his next catch and hurled his weapon toward her. At the same time he flanked her, reforming at her back and throwing a punch towards her exposed kidneys.
I took less than ten seconds for the young woman to be on her feet, ready for anything unfortunate that might come her way. The boy was only slightly slower, whipping off his jacket and apparently ready for fisticuffs. The look in his eyes was defiant, yet he moved off to the side. Maybe he was lobbying for a better position, using their numbers to their advantage. This was of little matter to Soot, in a hand to hand battle it could be 5v1 and he would never be touched. He ignored the man and focused on the girl. She had reacted first, and had probably been suviving on her own the longest between the two of them. In his mind that made her the most dangerous.
His theory was proven true when her arms became covered in a green light. It swirled and danced briefly before coalescing into her hands, and with a simple toss she put the ball into his proverbial court. In most situations, this light show may have seemed like a game to him. An entertainment. But the young lady's actions were that of an attack, something to be feared. So after a brief stare at the liitle bright orb, Sylus looked up......and got blown away. A bright light was followed by the whoosh of displaced air , and it carried with it a large wave of thick black smoke. Soot fought against the gust, his rage giving him extra reserves to draw from. His vaporous form surged up to the ceiling, and then down towards his assailant. Half way through his rush he transformed once again to his physical self, carrying the momentum of his brief flight while adding the solidity to make it potent. The result shoved her against against the wall, Sylus's left hand wrapped around her throat.
His torso shook with anger and his voice dripped with malice as Soot snarled into her ears.
"Do you always greet those you first meet with explosives? Its not a very nice way to welcome someone of my status Try some discretion, or maybe some diplomacy next time. Cuz you never know who may be on the other end of those little firecrackers of yours. They may be stronger than you could ever imagine. They may want to burn you alive and dance in the flames. But what do you know of who i am? How could you ever guess that i have a god on my shoulders? ."
Living from day to day out of the back of a vehicle, with little to no income to survive off of, was a cramped and altogether unpleasant experience for Sylus. But it was not one that he had not faced before. After his brief brush with destruction (and causing quite a bit of his own), it was no longer safe to stay in any one place in Phoenix. Instead he hit the streets, and if the weather turned for the worst, he would shack up in some vacant home or a broken down shack. Anywhere to keep out the wind and rain.
With warm clothing on his back and fire at his fingertips, Sylus survived on what he could find, steal, or work for. In a couple years he had learned more street smarts than in the rest of his entire life.
The knowledge gave him many options, but it didn't make him any younger. He had hoped that his first winter in NYC would be one spent with a place to live. This cold city was supposed to be his new home. So far, it only felt like a maze of malice and metalwork. This city was another animal than Phoenix. Of the same species, but a whole nother environment. Winter here would be an enemy all by itself. With that in mind, Sylus had set out just after noon in search for a place to shack up for the winter. Something that would remain untouched and quiet for the upcoming months.
The sun shone through open patches in the cloudy gray sky, the bleak weather made it easy for Soot to fly in daylight hours. His smoky form blended near perfectly as he raced above the rooftops. This city was big, and it was easiest to survey its regions from above. He had already checked out several sections of the city. Mostly slums that were a bit too dangerous to reside at in the first place. Eventually he had settled onto a rooftop overlooking a block of the city that was mostly under construction. During Winter months work here would be at a minimum, and with several renovations under way, Sylus was bound to stumble into a location that had well built walls and maybe even working plumbing.
It was as good a place as he would ever find to shack up and settle down for at least a few months. Shifting once again to his vaporous self, he descended towards an alleyway cut off from normal traffic. In this form he could see buildings and feel their airflow without ever having to walk them. He could not hear, taste or smell, but these were all possible issues that were easily dealt with. Soot flowed into the first building he saw, an abandoned place that seemed unlikely to have any visitors. Which told of his surprise when the first thing he laid eyes on were a young man and woman who looked like the streets had handed them the worst, and they came out on top.
Sylus could have drifted off right then, ignored the two and gone away. But the two of them had peaked his curiosity. It wouldn't hurt to have a little info on the area, or even someone to look to when shit hit the fan. But still, in the streets one did not go around asking for favors, or showing weakness. He chose a bold and confident approach. Inciting fear and respect.
He made his cloud as wide and voluminous as it could appear for his entrance. It shrank slowly as his body reformed, from head to toe. As soon as Soot could speak, he did. A resounding baritone that attracted the immediate attention of everyone in the room.
"Well well, looks like you two have had a hell of a night. Lets not make it any worse." A twinkle of madness touched his eyes, giving only a small view into how dangerous this man could be when pushed.
Maybe he should have taken into account the fire axe on the wall when he had made his declaration to Scora.
And maybe he shouldn't have chosen to try and confront a man mu younger and more spry than he was.
Hell, maybe he shouldn't of even gotten out of bed this morning.
But all the hindsight in the world wouldn't save him from an axe blade to the skull..
That's what the training was for.
The man's rapid footsteps rang in Sylus's ears as the axe descended. Soot's body reacted without thought. Pausing a moment for timing, Sylus took a step and slid underneath the effective range of the axe. He took the weight of the blow on his right shoulder, the blunt shaft of the axe perpendicular to his body. Then, lifting both of his arms up between the man's, he pressed outward, relieving the man of both his grip and his weapon. The axe toppled off Sylus's shoulder, clattering to the ground below.
With the immediate danger gone, Sylus's hands whipped around in a quick circle, giving a light double palm to the man's chest. The shove rocked him back a step or two, leaving a foot or so between the two of them. Taking advantage of this newly acquired space, Sylus turned turned his body so that his left foot was at his back, centering his balance and making a smaller target. A soon as his weight was on his back foot, he lashed out with his front. The attack went low, aiming for the man's leg and hoping to use the momentum from the shove to land him on his ass.
The whole thing was one fluid movement, ending with Sylus's open hands raising to chest level, ready for anything that may be coming his way.
The air in the small basement hallway slowly filled with smoke. The deadly fumes raked at Sylus's eyes and lungs, causing him to cough and his eyes to water. Whether by fist or fire, this fight would not last long.
This one is an intro or back cover to the Novel I am currently working on. As of now the novel has no title.
But if i had to give this next passage one it would be this
The Safest Prison of All:
When you look into the eyes of a man, one should see more than pupil and iris, than wrinkles and red veins. Hidden beyond the physical limitations of your sight there lies a wealth of information that is still fully detectable by the view of your soul. Through a brief glance one should see specks of hopes and dreams, of hardship and despair, a kaleidoscope view of their life in general. This view, constantly confusing and twisting, shows no specifics, not one true fact. But still, through the eyes you learn the essence of a man, what he truly is and what he ever will be.
The eyes of the resident in room nine held little to view. They were grey and hollow, devoid of life. Not a single emotion or word came from this thoughtless, robotic body. It is hard to call such a thing a man but in truth that’s what it was. Here was a man who lived everyday the same way, a routine of awful simplicity and silence. Day after day, Mr. Oroveski was hand fed his pills with his meals. He was talked to gently by his nurses, most of whom had given up on any thought of a recovery, and the others remained hopeful only through pure blind faith.
Mr. Oroveski’s waking world was white. His clothes were white, his sheets and pillows. The paint on the walls were white, the pills were white, hell even a majority of the staff was white. The colors of the mental ward were as blank and dull as his mind. When they were done and had fed him, bathed him, whispered slowly into his ears, let him bask in his white world, they all took the path of a modern parent when they no longer know what to do to entertain a child. At least thrice a day, some caregiver or another would wheel this man in front of a television or next to a radio, in hopes that this would provide some solace to someone in such a frightening condition. After all, what does one say to a person who cannot, or in fact will not, respond? For in reality, it was not the pills that made this patient near catatonic, but the patient himself. Beyond the balancing medications, through the lifeless eyes of Dimitri Oroveski, lay the man himself. Dimitri was trapped beyond normal recognition, and not by the locked doors of this institution, but within the massive vault of his own mind.
This changed at night, at least for him. As soon as the lights went out in room nine, and its resident’s mind finally succumbed to inevitable sleep, he went from one hell to another. From a world of eternal nothingness to dreams filled with bright colorful images and information that was too painful to bear. It is from this nocturnal world that the true story begins. While not a thing changed that night according to the graveyard workers at Tragare Mental Hospital, in the carefully constructed prison of Ed’s psyche a revolution was about to take place and a journey was set to unfold. Without a witness in the waking world, a war would soon begin.
Just wanted to put up some of my other writings for you guys to read.
These are from multiple works and ideas ive had over time.
Please comment and criticize as you feel.
I will not get offended and am really trying to improve.
The First is an opening to a series i am planning on writing one day.
Ascension:
I wake to the pop and crackle of flames. The heat grows on my skin. I open my eyes and the world begins to spin. My first sight is a sky of endless black. I turn more and i see a camp fire underneath me. The pain comes next. The steel rod screwed into my spine aches everytime i hang towards the fire. The flames lick lightly at my flesh. My body roasts like a pig on a spit. I scream and nothing answers back but the hiss beneath me. I turn from the starless night and notice coals writhing in the flames. More screams fill my ears. They are not stones but serpents made of stone. Living from the magma pulsing along their scales they coil and strike at random. The first hits me in the cheek, its crystal fangs tearing a chunk from my flesh. Next my thigh and wrist. Their bites burn upon contact as the spit drops another inch closer to the flames. The venom of the serpents cause my blood to boil and my body to swell at an alarming rate. As the torture continues i burn inside and out. The only thing i can hear is the flames and my own dwindling screams. All i can taste is the metal flavor of blood in my mouth.
I scream until i my throat dries from the heat. All i want is an end.
Guess thats the worst thing about hell. There is no reprieve. You cannot pass out. You can not sleep. All that greets you at the end of one torment is just a new flavor of pain. Its a buffet of all you can take agony. And they never run out of new dishes for you to try. They attack mind body and spirit. Not a single particle of your being goes untouched. In the end i was burned, beaten, eaten, and more. And out of the pieces of a shattered soul they crafted a new me.
f***ed up that i chose this place?
But its a choice i would make again and again. For the road paved with good intentions can go both ways.
Heaven is a one way ticket.
This is the story of a Demon gone good. Of a man chosen for paradise who chooses punishment. It will start on earth and goes to hell and back again. It tests the limits of a stubborn attitude and free will. Above all it shows the power of a mortal and the meaning of sacrifice.
The smell of alcohol permeated the air of the dimly lit basement, its odor almost unbearable around the thick wooden beam that would be the starting point of Sylus's newest sacrificial fire. He breathed in the damp air, enjoying briefly the calm before the firestorm. His pyroclastic mind drank in every second. A part of Sylus really relished his destructive habit.
The control over each life in his hands.
The utter satisfaction of laying waste to those weaker than him.
The adrenaline rush from each bloodcurdling scream that reached his ears.
The dark, cold, insanity driven portion of his soul shivered in ecstacy everytime he held this moment in his hands.
"So here I stand on the brink of destruction. I lay aside emotion for my dedication, remove my conscience and replace it with loyalty. Scora, your need is great, but so is my will. I await your command, a match eagerly waiting to be struck in your fingers." A zippo flicked nervously in Soot's hand, each sharp clink of its top echoing distinctly in the room. " Your fires lie low, and without fuel may fail. I hope with this gift i may press the bellows of your great forge and fan the flames. Use the souls gathered here. Harvest each one carefully, and with their energy start the cycle anew. From the tragedy about to unfold, please create beauty. Create lives and events that change this world. Do not let my sins be a futile effort. " Bright orange fire leaped from the rim of the metal lighter as Sylus lifted it skyward.
"I raise my torch to you. To destruction and creation. To the Forge of Life. I know that as the smoke rises here, so will the blistering heat of your home. So, to both the afterlife and this humble human realm, i say, let it burn."
The body that held the fate of the bar's occupants in its hands slowly fell away as the lighter slowly fell to the earth. Searing flame engulfed the beam, its spit and crackle mixing with a whoosh of displaced air that propelled an early cloud of smoke towards the stairwell.
Sylus reformed, turning back to view the growing pillar of fire. Grabbing three extra bottles of liquor, he stuffed a rag hastily down the trio of cocktails. Lighting two and pocketing the third, his body dissolved once more as he ascended the stairs towards the victims above.
I am currently thinking about spreading Soot's screwed up religious practices in the AoS plot thread and then hopefully in main thread.
My basic idea is for Soot to have a "vision" (really just a hallucination/dream) after a nasty fight in Roach's Pit. This vision causes him to go off around the wasteland searching for followers who will help prepare for Scora's Reformation (Religious mumbo jumbo that can be explaine din depth later) I only plan on having a couple of followers in AoS and they dont even technically need to be real players. This is basically to set up my plans for Soot in the present day plot.
I hope that the AoS dream will cause Soot to start planning for the future as soon as possible. This means actively searching for followers in the seedy underbelly of the city. This group i would like some partners in crime if possible.
Another reason I am looking to start some threads like this is to expand Soot's list of allies (and possibly enemies).
So if anyone is interested at all in any possibe part of this idea please pipe in below
Also any comments questions or suggestions
Eagerly waitng your response,
Sylus Ivander Kade
P.S. by followes i mean followers of Scora not of Soot.
