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.
I think you are all overthinking this. There can easily be ways to contact the outside world from the neighboring island. Satellite phones, radio, internet, etc.
Or a mutant npc with long range communication abilities.
So after a brief consideration of the possibilities, and deep insight into the reasons each were brought up, My nomination has dropped down to one.
Drumroll Please!!
I have chosen to nominate Guglin for July Mutant of the Month.
I have dredged up a couple reasons for this, but one stands out more than any other. Guglin is good people. He has consistently been a kind soul to me OOC, answering many questions, chatting in cbox, being one of the first to thread with me, and generally being a watchful Obi Wan in this screwy world we call MRO.
I believe he looks at each situation with a mix of passion, logic, and down to earth attitude. This makes him not only a wise MRO sage, but also just a cool friend to talk or debate with.
IC Guglin holds an innocence that makes me smile. His sense of wonder and excitement at each bit of the world around him creates an interesting contradiction with his devilish appearance. At the same time, his innocence is offset by a mischievous need for good food and shiny objects.
All in all, this little green character creates an interesting dichotomy that should delight those who read his tales.
For your viewing pleasure
Pursuit in the park (patting my own back a bit but w/e)
The wrenching and shattering of glass doors was the first sensation to remove Soot from his fanatic focus. He rose slowly from his prayer and turned as another loud smash came from a wall nearby. Once again his holy rite had been ruined. It was becoming harder and harder to work without interruption in this bustling city. It even seemed at times that Scora, or perhaps the universe itself, was set against him. Yet with each disturbance that came his way, he repeatedly came out on top. With Scora at his back, Sylus felt this time would be no different.
He quickly assessed the new situation, and though he was delighted to find that the intruders were not there to heroically save the sacrifices strewn around the room, the apparent power and fierce look of determination on their faces did little to reassure him of their intentions. A scowl crossed his face as he first examined the two individuals who had somehow managed to burst through a cinder block wall. They were both young males, an inch one way or the other from six feet. Sylus was amazed that they could accomplish such a feat of strength given their scrawny build. He was even more shocked that these two would be working together. One seemed to be the epitome of high class, even going so far as to wear a fancy hat. The other could have blended in with any crowd in NYC.
The inconsistencies between those two men were nothing when Sylus turned his gaze upon the creature that accompanied them. He was no longer surprised that the heavy glass front doors were ripped off their hinges. Nor was he very interested in the two humans he had first viewed.
7 foot scaled monstrosities have that effect.
The monster had claws like a Komodo dragon, teeth like a bull shark, and the striping of an exotic fish. These all fit in oddly with a scruffy bit of hair around its chin. Its long tail was aquatic in nature, and seemed as strong as each of its muscle laden limbs. The monster was ripped, as he supposed all monsters should be, and the unpleasant expression on its face fit the whole appearance. It stalked through flame and smoke as if it was strolling along a beach on a summer day. The overblown entrance, along with the menacing visage, would have had a huge intimidation factor, if not for the man that was supposed to be intimidated.
Sylus changed his brief scowl into a humored grin. Even with all the physical dangers strewn around the room, it meant little to a man who could flow like water through the air.
"Gentlemen," He nodded to the two humans crawling through the hole in the wall, and with a sweep of his gaze from top to bottom, he finally addressed the giant lizard in the room. "........Zilla."
"I hope you did not come to stop my...." Soot chuckled to himself. "...religious practices. Last time I checked that was still a freedom in this country. If that is the case.... I will have to strongly object."
The kick connected , but seemed to have done less damage than he had hoped. Kade had seen the young woman fight before, and he knew she had as much capacity for deflection as he had for evasion. Aura's abilities made her a versatile fighter, a living, breathing, armory. This fight would surely keep him on his toes. Aura could constantly change her weapon, and thus her fighting style, in mere seconds. Whereas he would be stuck with what he had chosen unless he zoomed back to the wall.
Kade had no intentions of doing so. It would not be wise to turn his back to this brutal huntress.
"Been awhile since someone tried a kick" She said from the pit floor. Soot chuckled to himself. After enough time in the pit, one got used to the witty banter, and casual insults that were really half the battle for him. He saw them as psychological strikes into the confidence of the opponent, while he boosted his own. It was a silent battle that played out behind the scenes of each slash and jab that the opponents exchanged.
As he stalked closer to his victim, Soot saw the pink light around the woman shift. He went back to his martial arts training, and instead of watching her arms move, he kept focused on her torso and shoulders. He knew that when her center of mass moved, so would her hands. In a flash she raised, one hand above her head, the curve of some type of blade materializing above her hands. At the same time, her opposite shoulder twitched, and with a flick of his vision, Soot saw a separate attack coming in low.
She was dual wielding.
The lower hit connected with his abdomen, and Kade moved with it, robbing the blow of most of its power while avoiding the blade at the same time. The wind was knocked from his lungs as his feet skidded backwards through the dirt. He ended up in a squatted position, his hands resting on the ground in front of him. He spat with contempt onto the floor as a fierce competitive smile broke out across his face.
"Guess I'm just old fashioned that way. But I'm still spry enough to wreck a youngin like you."
Tendrils of smoke curled up from the floor to form around Kade's hands in anticipation of his next attack. With a thrust, he threw the cloud towards her face, and moved in for another strike.
He stayed in physical form as he rushed her. His right hand went down to his belt and he pulled the first of his tonfas out. Soot settled the length of the weapon down his forearm, leaving a bit of blunt instrument extending past his hand. With a twist of his body, he slid sideways, giving her less of an area to aim at. With this done he made a jab towards her torso extending his right arm fully, and leaving his left flank open to attack.
Sylus chuckled at Guglin's next question. The ignorance of it gave him an inkling of the creature's possible age, and though the little green man's stature and demeanor already gave him an air of youth, it was his verbage that showed the span of his years.
"There are many mountains Guglin, more than you can imagine. So i may know of your mountain but you would have to tell me more about it." Sylus could not keep the eagerness from his voice. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. The more he conversed with the martian, the more he wished to know about him.
Many questions flew through his mind.
Where was Guglin from? How did he grew up? Had Scora ever spoken with him? Did he have a divine task as well?
Sylus decided to sate his interest slowly, and on Guglin's next comment, he got the perfect opening to move the topic of discussion.
"You are like I." The impish mutant had said with wonder and recognition in his eyes.
With a broad smile and glee in his eyes, Sylus began to do the one thing he loved just as much as burning things. He preached.
"Yes Guglin, we are both alike. Two kindred spirits that stand more advanced than those around us. But to be truthful, the whole world is connected in its own way. Each piece, everything you see around you, living or dead, was made by Scora. We are his creations, and as such we owe him our gratitude. I, however, also give him my servitude. Scora is my one and only god, I am his prophet." Soot had no problem revealing this much. Even if Guglin had no holy mission, no part in Scora's plan. There was little that the monster could do to ruin Sylus's ritualistic works. And to gain trust, one had to give a little first. Such is the way of the world
The sound of smashing glass reached Sylus's ears like the bang of a starting gun. He glanced briefly into the main room, analyzing the distraction Scora had set for him.
The woman with which he had been talking to at the bar now lay in a daze behind it. The readied stocks of liquor and vodka lay beneath her, their volatile fuel dripping steadily onto the floor. Across from Chelsey stood several men who were obviously there for combat.Their anger and overconfidence leaked into the air along with the alcohol on their breath. The fight was obviously one-sided, and it would seem that the young woman was about to be the victim of a vicious beating.
On another day, at another time, Sylus may have assisted her, but the weight of a divine task was set upon his shoulders. Besides, everyone within these forsaken walls was about to become the victims of a tragic fire. There was no point in saving someone who would be dead soon anyway.
Chelsey did not get to rest from the first attack for long, as her attackers soon wrenched her from her current position and back in front of the bar. The focus in the room moved as swiftly as her body did, and it led everyone's eyes away from the waiting stairs into the basement. This was Sylus's chance.
He moved slowly but deliberately towards the waiting bar, not wanting to draw attention away from the brawl. The commotion kept anyone from confronting him as he went down into the area marked "employees only" beneath the bar. The basement was large, and stored all kinds of goods for the waiting customeres upstairs. Sylus passed boxes of beer and pretzels, cleaning equipment, and finally reached his destination.....the main support beam for the floor above him.
The thick beam loomed before him as Sylus searched for the last necessary component for his plans. After a brief look, he came back to the beam with several boxes of hard alcohol in his arms. These he set nearby, and, without hesitation, he ripped open the first box. With a flourish, he picked up and poured out the first two bottles around the beam. This arduous work continued for several minutes, and as he worked, Soot began to pray, nay to preach, to the open air around him.
His voice rang softly through the basement, muffled by the commotion above him.
"Destruction breeds Creation, and it is Scora's Forge that creates this cycle of life. With each body burned, a new soul kindles the fires of the Forge. Scora's cycle is harsh and tragic, but necessary. As his prophet, it is my burden to carry out the cycle, replenishing life by creating death. This is my purpose, a tool for a god, and I treat it with the highest reverence. Today I bring the divine fires to this desolate altar. With many sacrifices in mind, i ready the pyre. Let the sacred ritual begin."
Sylus would have sympathized with his next batch of victims, if he cared at all about the physical body. More than half of the current inhabitants of the small clinic that he had chosen were already physically broken in some way or another. The remainder was a ragtag group of janitorial and medical staff that had recieved the misfortune of working the graveyard shift. The former ignored him as he slipped under the chained back door and began to walk among them, noting each bedridden patient as they were categorized into his improvised plan. The latter remained oblivious until he hefted an oxygen tank onto his shoulder and headed for the front door.
The first to confront him was a dimwitted janitor with a mop in hand, the bucket of dirty water left off to the side near the wall.
"Sir, what are you doing here? You can't leave with that!"
Sylus chose to respong with force instead of voice, and the man received only a blunt impact to the side of his head for all of his effort. The janitor slumped silently to the ground, his breathe rising and falling slowly. The reaction from anyone able to move was immediate. There was a rush of mob mentality and movement as a small crowd moved toward him. Their somewhat incoherent yells crowded the passage towards the exit as easily as their bodies did, and yet Soot remained in place, a look that said 'do not mess with me' plastered across his face. The next person to reach an arms length of him was met with a hard shove, and then was knocked over by the thrown tank. They fell back into the crowd, taking a couple of other innocents with them.
The mini mob stared back at him, stunned by the efficiency and speed at which two of their peers were brought to the ground. Their next reaction was expected: they came at him in force. Yet instead of running into a single man, they stumbled into a dense patch of noxious air. At the first breath of pulling Soot's smoky self into their lungs, the group began to cough, tears streaming from their eyes. The smart ones hit the floor, trying to get under the sudden patch of smoke, Sylus id not let them. He forced bits of his voluminous self down their collective throats, and just before they ran out of oxygen. Just before succumbing to a painful death by Soot inhalation. He extracted himself from their bodies.
It was an odd sensation for everyone involved.
Soon he stood above them as they hacked and drew in fresh air, weary from their battle for oxygen. Ironically, he lifted the substance they so longed for onto his shoulder, contained in a cold steel cylinder. With it, he put every one of them out of their misery and into dreamland.
When no one rose to stop him, Sylus walked around the room, ignoring the looks of horror on those still awake but helpless around him. As he walked he counted. Not bodies, but souls. For many of the bodies in this building were like his, maimed, broken, or tainted in one form or another. Yet his soul, even smudged by the madness within, still burned as brightly as the day Scora made him. So did theirs.
He turned the knobs on every oxygen tank in the room just slightly, leaking bits of vital oxygen into the air. Once that was complete, a set of movable beds were locked in place, occupants and all, in front of the main doors. The doors he locked as well. With the calm look of a man who had done this many times before, Sylus grabbed sheets and cloth, plus any flammable liquids he could find, and piled it all onto a section of the floor. He moved and locked the remaining beds around this makeshift pyre.
With a flourish, Soot pulled a cheap zippo from the pocket of his shorts. The lid clicked as he opened and closed it, lightly flicking the flint each time.
"And now you're all gonna burn." He said with a mad grin. The zippo was lit one last time and thrown carelessly over the ring of victims and onto the waiting fuel.
Screams soon drifted out of the building along with a large column of smoke. Soot stood within the building that he chose, the ember he had made, and prayed to a god that had chosen him.
"This gift I give to you."A gift that Scora would thankfully receive, for nothing pleased the desolate god more than the souls of the scorched.
Aura's entrance was, to Soot, ferocious, overblown, and a complete waste of good beef. After mutilating a perfectly healthy cow with a deathstrike from above, and showering him with bits of dirt and animal blood, she greeted the pitmaster in her own sadistic fashion. Kade had seen the woman fight many times upon this dirt floor. Her abillty made her resourceful during battle, and she had a confidence that exuded from every pore. This was no doubt one of the more ingenious molds that Scora had laid down upon the forge, a haunting combination of beauty and brutality. This is what excited Kade more than anything about this upcoming competition of skill and will, Scora had given him a test worthy of his prowess.
It would almost be a pity for him to ruin such a construct of Creation. Yet Kade had little say in the matter, he was in a situation that he could not escape. This lack of choice had little to due with the group of men pointing various firearms at him. They were insignificant and posed little threat to his smoky self. It was divine intervention that held him in place.
"BEGIN!" The insect yelled over the arena, its bloodlust adding a distinct canter to its voice.
Kade reacted immediately to the cockroach's command, but instead of rushing his enemy, he calmly turned his back to her and strode over to the opposite wall. He perused the weapons secured to the walls of the pit as if he was deciding what type of poptart to get at the grcoery store. His voice carried over the din of the crowd as he took down a baseball bat, gave it a steady swing, and replaced it.
"Hmmmmmmm What shall I break you with today Aura? There are so many choices." Finally Soot picked up a pair of police tonfas and gave them an experimental twirl. The solid grips felt good beneath his destroyed skin. "Ahhh these will do." Satisfied, he threaded the two weapons into his belt, where they would remain secure until he needed them. With his back still turned to her, Soot gave a brief sigh.......then blurred across the room in a smoky trail.
He reformed to the left of her and five or so feet of the ground, his right leg swinging in a savage kick aimed right for her waiting cranium.
The martian was clearly proud of its uniquely colored skin in this world of humans, it offered up its arm as a comparison saying simply. "Flesh, not brick." Sylus was relieved, the extra terrestrial did speak, though it had no idea about the more subtle sections of speech. Scora only knew how this thing would react to something like sarcasm.
Sylus plucked another stick of jerky from the bag and chewed thoughtfully as he listened to the symphony of the city and park around him. It may take awhile to befriend this tiny forest dwelller, and maybe even longer to get his lighter back, but there was plenty of time, and luckily, plenty of jerky. He had a feeling that if there was anyway to gain the trust of Guglin, it was probably through its stomach.
This theory was supported by the appetite with which Guglin devoured the jerky. He treated every piece as if it was a treasure to him, enjoying each bite with satisfied noises. The simplicity and instancy of this creature amazed Sylus. There were few left in this world who could be completely satisfied with the little things.
"Is this" Sylus made an all encompassing gesture to the dense foliage around them. "Your home Guglin? Do you live here?" It was a good assumption that it was, considering not only the little imp's attire, but his demeanor as well. One does not live on the street for long and keep a carefree attitude. It had a way of hardening one's soul into a perversion of its orignal form. Yet Guglin still had the light of a pure soul, untainted by the cruelty of the world.
Soot heard the roar of the crowd and grinned, the old glint of madness in his eyes had turned into a full on shine in the aftermath of The Great Destruction. The harsh world of the Age of Sebastian had turned him into a hardened survivalist, and as his resolve grew in this apocalyptic wasteland, so did his insanity. After wandering the ruins of NYC and discerning Scora's plan for this desecrated world, Soot arrived at the Pit. Here, he continued to feed his god souls in preparation for the creation that was soon to come.
Soot fought as a gladiator in this forsaken fortress of stone and steel. He was easily the oldest one that the Lord of this realm had allowed into the ring. Yet Kade the Divine Blaze still conquered his opponents, beating them mercilessly until they were ready for the pyre. With each win, Roach arranged for Soot's broken victim to be burned and sent to Scora. This added one more soul to an ever growing list that he didn't even try to count anymore.
Though the spotlight above flooded most of the pit floor, flickering bits of torch light in the stands and high above the ground gave the whole scene a slightly eerie, primeval look. Dark black smoke poured from each torch, their smell leaking into every crevice of the arena. As the crowd cheered, the smoke from every torch in the room seemingly decided to work together and defy physics as it descended towards the door in the blue corner of the pit.
The smoke coalesced to cover the entire doorframe, obscuring the passage beyond. The tension was palpable in the air, as the crowd waited for the entrance of the first combatant in tonight's main event. Soot let that tension and suspense grow until the spectators could barely stand it until, with an explosion of movement, the dense cloud burst outward where it hovered near center stage.
In the middle of that pitch dark smog, a body began to form, and as it did, the excess smoke drifted to the ground, covering the bloody field in a dark grey mist. Kade stood, in all his scorched glory, feet shoulder width apart, with smoke wisping around his open hands. He gazed up at the crowd with a look of mixed determination and joy on his face, until his eyes rested upon the insect in the fancy clothing.
"Thank you, Pitmaster, for your glorious introduction and the privilege of fighting such a worthy opponent. Scora looks down upon your domain with much delight." His gaze fell down to the the red entrance across from him.
"And I know that he looks over me today as well, for in every battle I have ever been in, the will of a god has kept me alive."
"You chose me to be your prophet, and I have been a willing tool used by your hands." Sylus continued his prayer, looking down at his own massacred hands. " When my own sacrifice was not enough, I sent you more. Still, you will not return Katherine to me. Scora.....you forged me as i am. You know I will not stop, and maybe thats your plan. Maybe I am meant to be used again and again, forever fanning the Flames of Creation." A look of sorrow and regret flashed over his features. "I will burn this whole city down if that is what you require........ So please...."
Sylus's gaze raised to the sky, a single match flared to life in his hands. It's solitary flame reflected in the shine of his eyes, the tears that scarred his soul appearing in the faint light.
"Remake the woman I love."
The request was met with the rush of displaced air as the pile of soaked cloth went up in flames. The light from the growing fire danced across the walls of the basement as Soot wiped his eyes. A look of sheer determination replaced the sorrow.
Scora was a harsh god, and only extreme effort brought reward. It was time to make with the death and destruction.
