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.
Since his arriving to the big city, Guglin had seen many humans roam the park so he knew very well that the human sitting next to him was not one of the tallest or the biggest, but he was still quite a wonder for Gug, a marvel he could not miss. Although he had to tilt his head in a very uncomfortable position, the little monster stared back, fascinated by the strange details in his face and eyes that possessed strange colors and shapes. Nor could he help but notice the fact that the man, still sitting, was twice his height and could observe him from the heights with ease.
The creature quickly accepted the meat, leaving aside any thought that were not into the lines of devouring. The lighter was left on the floor, while his companion's face lost all magic. His four fingers took the meat up to his small nose without wasting time, where his weak sense of smell confirmed that that food was the source of that delicious aroma. Then he carelessly threw the meat into his mouth, sharp teeth attacked it to change its shape into small irregular pieces. "Tasty." Confirmed the green humanoid as his tongue ran over his teeth to catch any particles of flesh that might remain there.
The man finally presented himself as Sylus, a very strange name that the goblin had never heard in the park. Still, that peculiar word could not catch his attention as much as the plastic package did. So he stared and waited until the man pushed the bag closer to him. While his eight fingers deftly opened the package to take another piece, the man continued talking. The situation reminded him a lot of his human father, who always made him repeat a phrase or word before feeding him... maybe it was the same with all humans.
Once he had his prize, the humanoid replied with a curious tone. "I do." Then he smiled, clearly amused by the strange comparison. "Flesh, not brick." Assured the goblin with his hand extended for the man to watch his green skin.
At the precise moment he stretched his arm, his feet lost their grip turning his body into a devilish little pendulum that tilted out of control when the child attempted to get free. The irregular and unpredictable motion weaken the force of his hand enough that he was about to fall, but thanks to his agility and the experience with trees, the little goblin achieved to grasp his clothes again with the free hand, pulling harder in an attempt to climb higher.
Soon the little mutant started to consider the remote possibility that humans were not made to be climbed. The fact that the child was fiercely defending himself was one of the biggest hints, but the confirmation of his suspicions only came when the cub could not resist his tiny weight and fell hard against the pavement.
The verticality Guglin was fighting disappeared quickly when the world rotated its position, but even now that the child was lying horizontally, the goblin had to grab tightly to his clothes to avoid being thrown away by the boy´s struggle. The boy squirmed as if he had no bone in his thin body without using any kind of defensive technique and not relying on a plan but he did so with such force that achieved to make the green goblin roll to his right.
The fabric that enveloped his body did nothing to stop the impact with the ground, nor to absorb the multiple blows received when he rolled but still Guglin stood once again. It was at that moment the little creature had enough time to feel the pain that extended through his body, where hundreds of sore spots produced by the fall and the fight pulsed at random. Far from being bothered, these uncomfortable feelings only managed to heighten the flavor of the food that he was about to steal.
Standing in front of his enemy, Guglin came to the conclusion that the boy, though inexperienced in battle, had proved a worthy adversary. And that just meant that he needed to overcome him before he could savor that glorious meat that had been converted by some strange magic in a stick.
Still smiling with his peculiar wicked smile, the little goblin began to run. His hands picked up his tunic so his feet could move more freely. Soon his steps became a fierce charge that provided him with the momentum necessary to execute that dangerous wrestling movement. Gug jumped as high as he could and once he was in the air, he extended his limbs forming a deadly star that would fall on the boy. If he had aimed successfully.
The spears of fire the magician used to start the battle disappeared without a trace. Even his skin that should be burned showed no signs of attack. But even so, his recent memories insisted that there had been a battle with fire. So the mental conflict persisted. The only evidence that showed the skills of the fire tamer was in his left hand, where his shattered shield rested unable to help him anymore. Without even giving a second chance to the useless object, he dropped it producing a small cloud of ash that soon mingled with the shadows.
The unique composition of his eyes helped his gaze to penetrate easily into the darkness that bathed everything. Each very small details meet his large yellow eyes that glowed like lanterns so he was able to see as a little cricket escaped from the place, ready to survive one more night, while a small bluish bird landed on more distant tree, his eyes even caught a small rodent that woke to find food. Still, his skillful eyes could not find the owl that hooted in the distance, or the barking dog.
The wizard broke his concentration easily, taking his mind away from the wonders of nature and drawing his attention to him. His yellow eyes jumped from the plants and trees to the human that even sitting was taller than him. From the same place, Guglin carefully observed the strange creature and all his details. His skin tone was full of light, while his odd hands had five fingers. As if that were not enough, his eyes were also very strange with three different colors. Although he had seen many of them, they always managed to fascinate the little green man.
Despite his movements were slow and soothing, the tension soon grew inside his green body to face the possible threat. The last time the magician had introduced his hands in his pockets, he had produced a huge animal of fire, and so this time every muscle of his body was prepared for the worst. Fortunately the new object was not fire but radiated an elegant aroma that cleared all his doubts.
The small humanoid was so determined to taste that new human food that he immediately forgot all his doubts and fears, to advance with confidence to sit in the place of honor next to his host. Once there, he pronounced his name in a distinctive sharp voice. "Guglin." Then, he gave the pyromancer a beautiful smile that showed all his dangerous teeth.
When he stood to hit the child, Gug transformed the piece of cloth which hid him into something alive. The long sleeves were lifted in an instant like weird tentacles while his body gained mass. One arm moved directly toward the hand of the enemy, making that particular five finger extremity to move away, while the other sleeve was elevated to his face to accommodate his hood in an attempt to avoid the lethal sunlight. Now that he was standing, as tall as he was, his faithful light armor achieved to emphasize his body enough to show that inside resided a minimally human creature. A round head stuffed the cowl, while a thin chest with two arms tried to fill a space too big for them.
Since the hood covered his eyes, Guglin could not see much of anything. The objects had become shadows against a background full of light that filtered through the fabric while the sounds had suffered a considerable reduction. Still, with his ears pressed to his face by the weight of his helmet, the creature managed to hear the irrelevant question of the child and immediately after, perhaps as punishment for his silence, he received a kick. The blow was so weak that the little goblin almost laughed aloud but he managed to control the feeling in time, changing what would have been a raucous laugh into a growl of disapproval.
Tired of being deprived of his most important sense, the little monster raised his hood revealing his rare eyes made of liquid gold. The bright mineral was stained with red for a moment when the light changed, to return to its natural color moments later.
His strange yellow eyes found his goal at the exact moment when the boy gave it a savage bite that he should have executed. Knowing that the more he waits, the less food he would obtain, the little mutant ran the few steps that separated them and jumped toward his knees, clutching tightly to his clothes. His arms were still trapped in the sleeves of his armor, so all the interactions of his fingers were intercepted by the cloth, which acted as a protective shield and also as a restraining force. But still he achieved to catch the child's clothing with enough force to hug his legs like an ugly bald koala. Releasing one hand, he attempted to reach the hot dog, but it was not enough. He had to climb higher.
Even when something solid had stopped his spinning, Gug was still feeling his head bouncing wildly, as if he was still immersed in the diabolical swirl. Still when he managed to gather all his courage, he stood again, just to fall heavily on his knees unable to overcome the dizziness. Inside her long armor it was so dark that it was almost impossible to guess where was supposed to be the sky or the ground, so after a second failed attempt, the little beast stopped trying to stay kneeling in his armor.
When he was still trying to find the flaw in his plan, the green humanoid came to the conclusion that at some point between his silent stalking and the well executed offensive maneuver, the human child had detected him and had counter attacked without mercy. Somehow his great hunting skills had failed, since he was the one laying on the floor.
Since inside his stronghold he was protected from the evil rays of the sun, the little mutant could lay there for hours. Or at least until he could regain his spacial ability to walk again properly. But a strange hand was willing to ruin his plans of laziness. The small humanoid found someone trying to steal his only protection from the sun, so he executed a quick slap to the intruder hand with his own extremity still hidden in the middle of the sleeve. At the same time, he grabbed the hood with the other, to avoid his helm from being removed.
When the temperature of his artificial skin reached an optimal level, the defense system disabled itself to start the complicated process again. This time in reverse. The thousands molecular reactions were carried out in different parts of his body simultaneously and soon transformed what once had been a synthetic alloy into skin, bones and organs. That pulse of life expanded from the darkest corners of his body into his most external organ. The last part to become organic was his skin, and in that moment, his mind came back again.
While in the real world his body had been an object for about half an hour, in his mind he had not spent a single second in that form. Alarmed by the scorching heat over his hand, Guglin quickly attracted his extremity toward his body in a protective gesture. He still held the remains of his shield, a strange set of thin tubes that formed an aberrant spider. The fabric that protected him from the sun and that united those thin legs, were absolutely gone.
The actual sensation of his hand soon won over the memory, so the false sense of pain soon disappeared. One by one his senses began to wake up, and soon he found the memories that claimed he was fighting a man able to manipulate fire. But the serpent of fire was not there.
The only clue that the time had not remained static while he had not paid attention to it, was in the darkness. Everything was covered by a thin layer of obscurity that was only opposed by the distant lights of the buildings surrounding the park. Still, with his eyes, each object looked clearer than under daylight.
Then he saw his enemy, and bared his teeth in a dangerous smile to show his discomfort. His body prepared itself to jump over his enemy before he could produce more fire. But the man's attitude was so calm that it even achieved to tame the little monster. So he closed his mouth and stared with full yellow eyes.
This beautiful and agile creature loves to hunt at night, steal shiny objects and food, as well as to annoy humans with tricks and jokes. Among his favorite activities we can find destruction of private property and to steals goods from restaurants and fast food locals.
He is also a full time activist that loves to free dogs from their leashes and punish humans that litter the park.
Robbery? Meaningless destruction? Excessively dangerous task for little rewards? Exploration? Cosplay? Social interactions? I am up for all these things and more, just let your character´s name and idea.
The thick bushes that were hiding him were as impenetrable to the eye as the machine had been for his claws minutes ago, since the boy who became his prey passed right in front of him without even noticing the hoodie mobile fortress. A moment later, the small humanoid went through the bush pushing the weak branches with his powerful arms blazing a path where once had been a solid wall of branches. And once he was in the other side, Guglin began to follow the child. The task that for any other biped creature would have been extremely easy for the little humanoid was becoming quite a challenge, since the clothes he was wearing were too large and threatened to trip him at every turn.
His feet moved unsure as if he was walking on a thin thread hanging over a cliff. The mutant advanced slowly, putting one foot before the other with great care and attention until he succeeded in reaching a reasonable speed and stability. Whenever he was about to fall, he began a comic dance in which he used his hands as counterweights until he could regain the balance.
Like the first time he had ventured out of the shadows to bite the machine, many people in the park were staring at him. Those who were closer could see his round head with yellow eyes peering under the hood while the more distant observers wondered what was inside of the hoodie.
He soon found himself walking alongside the human cub that was immersed in his human problems and did not seem to notice the presence of the green creature. Despite his weak sense of smell, once he was close enough, it was almost impossible to ignore the scent that extended from the human´s hands. It was the scent of glory mixed with the thrill of the hunt, and the taste of blood in his mouth after a very intense fight. It was all the scents he loved. For a moment he forgot that he was wrapped in clothes, and tried to run for the loot. Sadly he did not even managed to take a second step, he tripped on the clothes that were long as a dress. The world began to spin until all forms were mixed into one. The land exchanged places with the sky several times while he was unable to stop the momentum. His body rolled until he finally hit something solid. The boy.
His body language said all that his voice did not dare to reveal. His ears fell to the sides of his head as if to hide from a deafening noise, while his lips remained twisted in a grimace of discontent. His whole body feared the great fire that was causing all that smoke, but though his eyes searched, she could not find anything. The only red was in the sunset sky that relentless advanced into the night. It was at that moment, when the alarm in his head stopped ringing that he was able to reason again. There was no fire. Only smoke. And although it was not possible, he knew he was going to find the source of that ghostly apparition.
He was still trying to find a "logical" explanation for that situation when he noticed that the cloud was still advancing towards him, it was moving as if it knew what to do, as if it has a conscious of its own. It was impossible. His face was now dominated by a perpetual expression of bewilderment. What was that? What wanted that thing? Then, as if the smoke cloud heard his silent questions, it began to take shape and solidify to form a man. The same man from before.
The man's voice brought him an order that his body refused to obey, even when he repeated the request through his own electrical impulses, his muscles refused to move. His very body was condemning him. Guglin could only observe. The man was very close to him, but limited himself to produce two strange objects from their deep pockets.
The objects that appeared to be extremely harmless were combined in a smooth motion that was almost magical to form a long snake of fire that propelled toward him with his big mouth open while hissing with fury. Without time to react, the little green creature instinctively lifted the umbrella, trying to protect his body from the fierce animal of multiple colors.
The fire tore his shield of plastic with strong jaws, opening holes to skillfully introduce his warm tongue to transforms the colored cloth into ashes. The fire walked like an animal through the thin filaments that had once contained the fabric, devouring everything in its path with a voracious hunger. The flames spread to the handle of the object, and before Guglin could get rid of that dangerous element, his hand was licked by a tongue of fire.
The heat absorbed by that small piece of skin burned quickly spreading the heat to every cell of his body, activating an accelerated carbonization process that transformed her small body into a statue. Every tissue in his body, from skin to bones lost their initial molecular structure to reform skillfully as carbon fiber. Even the electrical impulses traveling at his neurons and nerves were frozen, like the blood in his veins.
From what before had been a living creature, nothing remained aside from its shape, the rest had been replaced by an artificial material that was completely dead. His right hand still clutching tightly the little device he had stolen, while his left hand held the skeleton of an umbrella as a shield. The features of his face were frozen in a mixture of surprise and fear that represented the last moment of awareness.
Large yellow eyes stared back at the very moment the man started to run behind him, his silhouetted against a sky full of orange and red. The colors of fire. The colors of the sun. He also managed to see the bottle he barely touched, now it was lying on the floor, partially broken and spilling its contents onto the ground, contaminating the earth with chemical substances. His long ears caught exactly the same scene but in a much more aural way. Crystal splitting against a solid surface, the sound of approaching footsteps that accelerated with every step, the man´s voice filled with fury. All these curses casted silently or aloud did not matter at all, in fact these words just made him smile once more.
When he entered the forest, the creature still wore the grim smile of satisfaction on his lips like a strange battle banner, or maybe a coat of arms that mocked the human´s bad luck and glorified his piracy. The umbrella danced and jumped in a strange dance while the goblin moving into the bushes, his left shoulder was beginning to ache from the constant blows he was receiving by the handle of the umbrella, and his right hand with the pain of the small metal device nailing with emphasis on his skin, but still, the worst pain was in his chest. The slightly cold air from dusk stabbed his lungs from the inside while the whips of branches on his bare chest hurt him on the outside.
Even with all those little annoyances trying to reduce his speed, the goblin knew the forest well enough. His feet dodged rocks and hidden roots with great skill, while his eyes quickly found the best paths between the trees. He was about to reach another road, when he slowed down to listen. Thousands of sounds came to him from his surroundings. One more time the small animals played their natural music, but among all these sounds he could not hear anything else. Since he was not receiving any sounds from his rival, the creature stopped completely, turning on his heel to face in the opposite direction. There was no man behind him, nothing but a big cloud of smoke. Gray as stone with black veins of pure hatred. His big eyes grew even bigger as his brain came to the same logical conclusion as his instinct. Where there is smoke there is... "Fire?"
While hiding in the bushes under a large tree, the green creature watched with great interest as a human "feeder" assembled his machine to make food. The object was a simple metal box, but from its inside came an aroma that he recognized immediately. Meat sticks.That was one of the few human foods that made him interested enough in learning the human language. And although he could remember its taste and aroma perfectly, he could not remember when was the last time he had eaten one. At that time a memory of a human feeding him appeared in his mind, but it was quickly replaced by another image, and then another, until nothing was left from the initial picture. His memories were a confusing swirl, so he put them aside and continued with his observation.
Soon to observe was not enough, so bored of waiting, Guglin resorted to more aggressive tactics. Using a hoodie too big for him that covered almost all his body he achieved to get close enough despite the sun. And when the human was not watching, he attacked the box fiercely but the shiny surface was immune to his bites . Even his powerful claws were useless against the impervious machine.
Finally, he tried to exchange an object as humans were doing. Despite the "feeder" looked at him with great interest, and even smiled when he saw him completely covered by that strange piece of clothing, he refused to accept his stones, leaves and bright wrappers in exchange for the food. Defeated, he returned to his lair.
With his yellow eyes, he continued observing from the shadows, still protected by the armor of cloth that enveloped him completely and abated his movement capability. He focused on the machine and its operator, but despite that his concentration was absolute, his leer failed to blow up either of them. Disappointed for not having his mother´s abilities, he began to observe again. Without glaring this time. Even when his stomach growled trying to distract him, he managed to concentrate enough to find a human child with one of these meat sticks. At first glance there was nothing special about that human puppy, but Guglin found something interesting in him. He was the first child without an adult nearby and although he was taller than him, he also seemed small enough to become his prey. The idea caused a huge smile on his face that left exposed his dangerously sharp teeth.
The wet earth ceded easily when his strong arms pushed at it. Almost without effort he succeeded at opening a jagged hole for his small body to left the cozy den. He stood still on the side of the entrance that was hidden by vegetation, and let out a long yawn that revealed all his teeth. Small but deadly, just like him. When the green humanoid finally managed to close his mouth after the involuntary process, he introduced one of his arms back underground, where he found a huge colorful umbrella. Once he was protected under the colossal shadow, the green creature began his usual walk.
The trees of that small natural island absorbed most of the punishment from the sun, providing a refreshing shade to the paths beneath them. Still, these giant creatures could not fight the flames all alone, so a few sun rays still extended their little fingers trying to catch him. With the stolen umbrella the evil sun rays were repelled easily, probably because that strange object was built with some sort of magical cloth that was beyond his comprehension. Whatever it was, it gave him the ability to enjoy the scenery without worries.
Each new road seemed emptier than the previous one. There were no human left for him to scare, or dogs that needed to be released, not even young children to disturb. The forest had become a desert. Knowing that he would not find anything to do until the sun hid, the little monster began to walk back to his cave. To his surprise, he discovered a side road that he had not visited before, and in it, he found something even more wonderful. An object. The strange device produced a small compact flash as bright as the sun that mesmerized him. He wanted that thing but unfortunately the object was not alone; there was a human with it.
The little device sang again with its golden voice and produced another flash that asked him to... no, that commanded him to grab it. In reply to that touching request, Guglin nodded heroically. Then prepared all his muscles while waiting for the adrenaline to oxygenate his lithe body. A moment later he began to run. He ran frantically until he reached his goal, where he stopped for enough time to take the lighter (pushing the bottle in the process). Just a few seconds. No more, no less. Then, cnce the brightness was in his hands, he accelerated to get away quickly from the scene.
Several witnesses reported a small green creature lurking around the area of Central Park. Many claimed that the creature is extremely aggressive and despite its short stature it is a treat that need to be eradicated. Some of the witnesses even claimed that it have mesmerizing psychic abilities. So far these reports had been dismissed as an urban legend but a recent amateur photographer captured a clear image of the specimen which clearly shows its characteristics. The picture is already circulating around many blogs and sites on the Internet. The image shows a green humanoid with round bald head. Its distinctive features are its pointy hears and big yellow eyes.
While some insists that it is an alien life form, the most conservative claims that the creature's appearance coincides with a new species of primate found by Professor Matthew Harlow in the Appalachian Mountains. Unfortunately, the professor died in a tragic accident in which the creature escaped. Despite the quick response of the authorities, the creature´s current location is unknown.
Can it be a visitor from another planet? Or simply a new species waiting to be discovered?
Thanks Jorge!
Thanks Jorge!