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.
Skyler was taken by Meld’s firey yet inspiring tone. He was new to this scrabble between human and mutants having lived pretty isolated in his earlier life. At this early point in time, the boy’s mind was very bendable, being molded by his fellow mutants around him, all with their own perspective on things. His outlook received by others was not very vast yet, so what ever reached his ears that sounded like a reasonable argument, was probably indeed a good idea. The gargoyle sometimes even foolishly acted upon it. Until Skyler had gotten a broader view of this world, only then could he sculpt his own insight to the world.
Skyler was sold to the idea of this mysterious group as soon as the word “family” left the metal mutant’s mouth. It had been the gem he had been searching for since he was in the orphanage. He wanted to feel like he belonged. He was even more so convinced when Meld pointed out his own defeat, referring to himself as a freak. The boy was ashamed, but this pep talk determined him to take that title off himself. She was right, who was he to take their acid and conceal it?
It also seemed that this group took more action to their natural rights than the X-men who just tried to stay out of humankind’s way and do petty favors for them. Skyler’s ears twitched at the chuckle. “Why would you do that to yourself when you could have fit in with the others?...” he asked, trailing off as they were met with the cops.
Skyler watched only a few heartbeats from the pavement, his green eyes flashed as Meld was hurtling towards the cop, who looked pathetic with his toy gun compared the titanium covered mutant. Off the bat, he knew that Meld’s intention was to kill. There was no time to contemplate what to do. The cop was going to die. The media would tell of two mutants involved at the scene. And the narrow minds of the people would instantly point their fingers at both of them. Skyler pushed himself up and launched himself with all the power in his haunches and flung himself at the cop being speedily approached by Meld.
The gargoyle bombarded into the policeman, pushing him safely out of Meld’s wake. At the same instant, a companion cop saw this and thought winged-creature was attacking his fellow policeman, and fired his gun. The bullet ripped through the membrane of one of his wings, and tore the top of his shoulder off. Skyler collapsed on the ground with a screech. He staggered back up, a cement like layer began to creep over his chest incase another shot was fired. His tail lashed, furiously one hand gripping his wounded shoulder. The gargoyle’s eyes reached Meld’s and there was a new understanding, a new hatred that was beginning to seed itself.
He had only tried to help, and almost gotten killed for it in the process. The boy was corrupted, confused. The police had gotten back to their own feet ready to fire again, a helicopter was being flown overhead keeping the battle in the spotlight.
Skyler’s ivy colored eyes flicked directly into Meld’s eyes. The female was indeed a people person. She picked up his reluctance right away. Her words stung him true, but yet he was strangely enlightened. The gargoyle slightly tilted his head. He couldn’t shake that the girl was the least bit ominous, despite she had some sort of understanding of the world he had yet to the learn. The world was over populated with perspectives, and was only familiar with what had been presented around him; only hearing and telling himself what he wanted to know. He was intrigued by what he did not know. “I-I’m sorry. You’re right, I should have known better,” he blurted out, in apology, hoping that Meld did not take offense to his unwanted gesture.
The gargoyle folded his wings and crossed his arms listening closely to the metal mutant. Her voice seemed restricted from going down a certain road. She wasn’t being too specific, getting a rather broad idea of what this group of mutants Meld spoke of. “So what’s this band of mutants called? How do you guys get through to the public?” he asked a little suspicious what she meant by “fighting for rights”. He was about to ask what kind of rights did they want? But he was afraid to ask too many questions, he put it upon himself to find out on his own as he lived on in the big apple. Small towns were a lot different in terms of how people behaved and the amount of privacy. He was starting to think whoever she was talking about was a group of radicals. Skyler was caught off guard when she mentioned his own conflicts with human kind. “Oh nothing serious. Just making friends was hard is all. I mean, who wants to hang around the freakazoid lizard guy? I don’t blame them,” he laughed, shrugging his bare shoulders. All that mattered was that he had friends like him now.
Skyler was going to zing her with a question now, he had been wanting to ask all along. Maybe this would tell him why she was a radical. There was no polite way to word it. “So you call yourself Meld…who did that to you?” he asked nodding towards her arm bulky with titanium.
The sirens ended with a last whining coda. Skyler spotted the flashing light reflected in Meld’s bionic eye, watching the pupil shrink as the iris shrunk like a camera lens. The gargoyle whipped around as three police cars screeched forward blocked their way out of the alley. Night turned to day again as a quivering search light burned over them. Skyler shielded his eyes, squinting at the men that burst from their vehicles guns drawn and in position. The mutant tensed hearing the barrels being loaded, eyes wide with terror. What had he done? Did that damned old lady call the police? Unfortunately the deputy had caught Meld in the same net as Skyler and he had to fish her out without getting his men slaughtered again. “Get down on the ground boy!! Get down on the ground now!!” someone hollered. “I didn’t do anythi—” A warning gun shot was fired, sending Skyler hurtling to the ground. His blood was racing through his veins. More directions were ordered. “Aris Callin step away to the wall, and face the wall…now,” said the deputy, his voice holding a new cautious tone. He wanted to deal with this having Meld out of the way. The cops and suspects were all waiting in silence to see how the killer was going to react, all this was new to the gargoyle. Would that woman have made such a commotion if he had been human? All this over petting someone’s dog?
“Likewise, Meld,” said Skyler his earthy eyes met the inhabitable hands—claws of the girl. He took just more than a few uneasy moments to shake her hand, as if debating. The flesh of his palms, skin, veins and everything touched the cold crisp surface of the metallic hand. It felt unnatural, none the less he believed the hand shake to be a sign of friendship. He slid his hand away letting it drop at his side, still feeling the cooler remnants on his finger tips. Just then white light passed from something above lit up her eyes. He blinked when one seemed bionic. What was she? As curious as he was he did not say anything in hopes that her mutation would be revealed later. Had someone done this to her? Or did she do this to herself? He was dying to know.
Didn’t his mum and dad tell him not to talk to strangers? Especially the ones that had blades on their arm and were half metal? Unconsciously he may have been abusing the fact that he was stronger now and had the ability to escape danger in an instant. “Yeah! I really like the place, the other students are really nice and welcoming. I also admire how they encourage us to coexist with people better. It’s a fascinating campus,” the gargoyle drabbled on. When he finished he felt like he had proved whatever that tone of voice had been mocking, but didn’t think much about it otherwise.
“The Sanctuary?...The counselors didn’t mention anything about it. What’s different about the place?” he inquiered, tilting his head to one side, wondering what he hadn’t been informed about. “Heh, yeah, I’m the new kid on the block. I flew in from Seattle,” he stated matter-a-factly. “But I’m not really lost I can always find my way from bird’s eye view. I thought I’d really get to know the place if I walked around in it. So I suppose your just er…on an afternoon stroll?” he asked. In the distance Skyler heard sirens and saw fuzzy red blue and white lights. He assumed it was just another car chase, or stolen purse.
Skyler continued his visual attention heightening when the music finally faded. As night began to fall amongst the puffing chimneys and crooning pigeons, the air seemed to tense. The sun had finally disappeared but its light remained in puddles like blood. The atmosphere was still, as if waiting for someone’s arrival. The distant sounds of honking horns and growling vents distracted his hearing, and clouded his mind from the foot steps. The gargoyle gave his head a shake, wondering why such usual ambience was setting him off. Was it instincts perhaps? He wouldn’t rely entirely on it, the feeling either saved you or got you killed. His suspicions caused him to feel eager to get to where he was going, or even head back to the Academy. Something wasn’t right.
The alley began to widen, making him feel the least bit better knowing he was almost at the end of his detour. His ears perked at the sound of barking, eyes flicking to a door step where a German Sheppard dog barked. Unfazed he grinned at the chained animal and approached it kneeling down and spoke in a high soft voice. “Hey there buddy,” he said, and instantly the dog became submissive and licked at his hocks, and sniffed his hands. The once threatening canine rolled over on his back asking for a belly rub. “You’re very cute, yes you are,” he said stroking the dog behind the ears and down its back. He folded his legs sitting down, and continued to pet and praise the dog, feeling very much relaxed. He laughed as the animal licked his face, and wiped the slobber from his mouth and cheek with the back of his hand. The side door opened next to the garage and out came a person with a food bowl in hand, and screamed in shock as soon as the claws, wings, and tail came into view. The dish dropped with a clatter, the kibble spilling out, and that’s when he noticed the woman hadn’t taken a single look at his face.
The door slammed and commotion could be heard inside the living complex. Skyler sighed and picked up the kibble and handed the bowl to the dog, which gratefully began to lap up the food. He realized the dog and himself had something in common. Anyone else that walked down the street would have veered away from “buddy”. They were so quick to judge…The whole illusion of being free from skeptics and fear by being at the X-men academy seemed to break right then and there. Just because he was with others like him, didn’t make the humans see things any differently. Still, he wanted to give the human race a chance. He would only do the same if he were like them? Right?
The male left the dog to his dinner, and continued down the alley now able see the end, brightly marked by the beginning of an intersection. Sound seemed to travel faster than light when titanium feet clashed with the asphalt. Startled silly, he leapt back. Wings slightly spread and claws out stretched, tail lashing. He felt his shoulders relax when he saw that it was just a person. Skyler looked the woman over, light reflected off her in various places. “Er hello there, no need to be so formal,” he said clearing his throat that had been unused for some time. “You really nailed the unexpected part…I was just on my way from the X-men mansion to Central Park. I got kinda turned around. You from there, right?” he announced proudly, while he spoke he noted the heavy plates on her arm, her hands were completely metallic and her feet looked more lethal then four inch high heels. It was something he had definitely not seen before. Skyler quickly moved his gaze back to her eyes, and even something about her orbs seemed…off. “I’m Skyler,” he said hesitantly holding out his hand. The little alarms in his head were blaring again, but ignored it. He tried not to assume like that woman had, knowing how it felt to be on the receiving end. “What's your name iffen you don’t mind me askin’?”
Skyler was on his way to Central Park. But to get there he promised himself to get to know the neighborhood a little better. He picked the way that got him directly to the park, but it wasn’t the prettiest, but decided it was worth exploring and poking around in. The gargoyle walked along the roofs of warehouses, apartments, and hole in the wall joints. He glided over the rather small gaps between each building. The sun was low in the sky and cast a scarlet glow across the skyscrapers and moving cars. Lyrical hums caught the attention of his ears and leapt from the roof top to the dumpsters down below and finally onto the ground. His landing was soft, bending his knees and catching himself on all fours. The gargoyle strode down a little further and came to a window in a brick wall and peeked inside a jazz club. He tail swayed momentarily in entertainment, watching the blurred figures inside the smoky glass. New York was definitely gritty, but he liked its robust and stingy character. He continued on but the alley came to a dead end. There were walls on all sides, and above him were clothes lines. His ears fell knowing this meant he had to back track, take one of the main streets or worse, fly. He hadn’t grown used to turning heads still, but humans seemed to manage. He turned around animalistic eyes focused on their journey ahead. His pace grew even, perhaps slower to listen to the remnants of jazz that played softly through the maze as his braid swung from side to side like a pendulum.
I wanted to get involved in an rp with a darker kind of character, perhaps affiliated with The Order. Skyler is naive to the idea that not all mutants know their place in society, and runs into him/her in attempt for friendship thinking he/she must be with the X-men mansion.
I'm hoping for a little scrabble at the least. Hope this appeals. Probably to be played at the "Streets" thread where Skyler will be the new kid on the block wandering out of bounds.
Skyler caught Shin’s expression change when he mentioned his home town. It wasn’t completely impossible. “Plane tickets are a little expensive,” he said looking flatly at the older mutant. He gave his wings a quiver. “I flew here form Seattle, wasn’t easy but I made it,” he informed the other.
“Yeah we should. HORSE is fun, but I think a little bit of one on one is a little more interesting,” he said drumming his fingers along his jaw, looking challengingly at Shin. His face brightened when Shin mentioned the pool party, a grin parting his lips. “You guys threw a pool party?! Wish I coulda been there. I hope we have another one soon,” he said a little forlorn for having missed the event. It would have been a great way to meet mutants. “Chicks and chow, always a good combination. I don’t think anyone wants to date a dinosaur but, I bet you pick up quite few eh Shinbo?” he laughed.
The gargoyle caught set the keys in one hand and passed it on to his tail and looped it on through the key chain. He jingled the small pieces of metal as he stood, it was a good sound. “Thank you Mr. Shin. No, no it was well worth the small wait,” he said catching the hacky sack again with good timing and set the toy back down on the desk.
“As for the tour, I can do that on my own time. Helps me remember if I find it myself. But first I want to see my room and then wanna go out and toss the ball around? I’m going to check out my base!” he said excitedly striding out the door, waving a hand if Shin wished to follow. He went up a flight of stairs and counted down the room numbers until he got to his door. Twenty-five was inscribed in silver numbers on the wood. He flicked the keys into his fingers and into the knob and gave it a turn. It gave a satisfying click and he stepped in. “I have my own room!” he said walking in head on a swivel. There his own desk, book shelf, dresser and bed. He flopped face down on the mattress. “I’m home,” he said nuzzling the clean smelling pillow. It was heaven compared to the cramped orphanage. He had his little moment of victory and slid off the bed, and walked past Shin. “Remind me to tip you one of these days,” he said waiting in the hall for their next walk-about. “So where’s the exit to the courts?”
“Oooh enlightening, yet makes sense," commented the gargoyle. “You have your own office? You must be special, pretty nifty Shinbo,” he chuckled, a curled grin on his features. Getting along with Shin was rather easy. It was so different from being with someone from the public. He was here for a reason and everyone knew that, as they were too. It was a relaxed exchange of words, and was treated like he was a human.
Skyler sat down as instructed, smiling as the glass-manipulator spun around in his chair. The gargoyle copied spinning around three times before putting his clawed foot on the leg of the chair and came to an abrupt stop. “Trippy pen,” he said eyes looking over the knick knacks that were spread across the desk. He spied a hacky-sack and gently picked the stitched ball into his palm careful not to pierce the colorful pattern with his claws.
When Shin declared he was ready to start, Skyler tossed him the hacky-sack. “Well wouldn’t you like to know, Sherlock,” he said tapping his chin in thought. “Okay so…My favorite flavor of ice-cream is chocolate, I like rock music annnnd I can lick my elbow,” he said half heartedly and demonstrated his unique skill. “Pretty cool huh?”
The gargoyle lashed his tail, a reluctant look on his face wondering if Shin was really asking for a background check. “I grew up in Seattle and when I was six there was a chemical spill in the house. My dad was a mad scientist, so that explains it…and then I went an orphanage, tried school, but all the while I was er….changing, didn’t make many friends after that started happening. So, then I ran—flew away here,” confessed the younger male, breezing through his life story. He really didn’t like looking back at his life, and gaping at how much time had been wasted and alone he was after the accident. He just wanted to focus on making things better in the present. “Glad I came the basketball courts and pool look awesome,” he said peeking over the Asian’s shoulder where the window was. “We done here?” he asked opening his hand for Shin to toss him the ball.
“Only a few months eh? We can be freshies together!...Except the fact that you’re a little old,” he mused to Shin. Skyler noticed the dangerously swaying pile of pillows and blankets, and smiled nervously at the girl under it all. It was quite a feat to watch. He winced a little for her, almost tempted to offer help, but it was important that he talked to the shard-manipulator.
“Oh umm…about three years. I got a lot more than just facial hair when I hit puberty,” he said cheesily, flicking his tail at himself for the blunt response. “Control…well it’s not like I go monster on anybody. It’s just silly things like forgetting to tuck in your tail when bend over, or not to slap people in the face with these things,” he said sticking his thumb out to what lay just below his shoulder blades. “And sometimes or don’t realize my own strength or size...but I’m defiantly not reckle—“ the last of the boy’s sentence got blown away as a yellow trail whizzed down the hall and turned, causing his braid to turn vertically into the hair, and ears to almost flap in the draft. Then soon after a strange sensation of stillness engulfed them for a few startling moments.
Skyler’s eye brows lifted then lay flat as the girl managed to save her stack of sheets and pillows. “Good save there,” he said grinning at the goth. “You guys need a hall monitor…or a hall cop,” he laughed.
The gargoyle turned to Shin and nodded. “Yeah, that or the person just has no manners,” he said.
Skyler subconsciously felt his eyes flicker back to the beanbag with glass strewn about and then at the curtains that flapped inward slightly from the cool night breeze. He bit his lip with the slight nauseating feeling of fault. “I’ll be more careful next time. Hope whoever lives here won’t hold a grudge,” he said voice taking a small downfall in volume, ears seemingly weighted by his misfortune to someone else.
His gaze met Shin’s milky white face, attention turned on high as he began to reveal his power. It was his first day here—surrounded by other people like him, doors to many rooms, and activities that went on at the Xavier sister mansion. It was to be expected he might be somewhat curious, or worked about his surroundings. He was a pioneer to this new world. There seemed to be a atmosphere empty of hostility or fear of being unique. It was truly a privilege to be here. It was no wonder why he nearly dropped out of high school, Freshman year. He was constantly being picked on after he developed his mutation. His idiot best friend, Mike, couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it. Skyler was stupid enough to tell him, he wanted somebody close to know other than his stranger dad. It was comforting, to not hide something alone—that is until you were the laughing stock during lunch. The gargoyle-boy could recollect what it was like to be on the bottom of the food chain like it was yesterday. For a moment he locked eye contact with Shin, trying to pick up a trace, a hint, of history in the ebony ovals before him. Perhaps there might be an underlying connection between them. Already he knew, they were going to be good companions. Really, it had been a long while since he talked to somebody he would see the next day. To him life was had isolated him from the strength of the pack, naturally he needed one to survive. He was not a lone wolf, and life alone had been agonizing. Eureka! He had little doubt this was to be his new home.
Skyler shook his head, his thoughts had meandered somewhere in just a few moments. There was so much on his mind right now. The younger boy watched in awe as the triangular pieces of glass formed, and was put together like a pyramid puzzle. He grinned at the demonstration. His head turned to follow the movement of shards, and eyebrows lifted in surprise as they pulsated into a bright pink hue, the florescent light of the room reflecting a soft glow from the fragments. “Bravo, that was awesome! That was so cool,” he chuckled, thrilled like a kid during the holiday season. He straightened up tail lashing in a whimsical manner. “If I do get in trouble for the window, I could just blame you. Man, it’s like having an older brother again,” he laughed. “Kidding…”
As he followed Shin through the hall, he straightened his face, time for business now people. Again, still, he was presented another opportunity and a big one. The only answer was yes. “Well sign me up. Studentarize me cap’. I can’t believe it… you have no idea how much this means to me. Ugh, I wish I had come here a year ago,” he replied. “So how long have you been here?”
Woah he's a rather...blunt and witty character and not exactly cuddly either. Well, I'd rather not have to meet him myself but-- hey Hull should be a blast. x3
“Touché. Oh then you must have not known that he got a hair transplant and a tan. See? I even have the guns,” he said lifting his arm and kissing his bicep in a musing manner. He gulped seeing him lift the communicator from his shirt. He felt like a criminal the way that the male eyed him with eyes like pins and needles. He sheepishly grinned, waiting not sure what to do with his hands.
“Thanks dude. Owe you one. No worries, it’s only fair. Break it you build it,” he said with a shrug. He wasn’t the disagreeable kind. He wasn’t raised to whine and complain. “Poor Bud, hope he likes fresh air. Nah, I’ve been here for like two minutes…” he said blown away by the invitation, jaw dropping. This was well worth the long flight. His doubt of acceptance was brushed away, and a feeling of relief overcame him. The gargoyle let out a pleasant sigh. He hadn’t been expecting to sleep here tonight. But hey—he didn’t mind. “I’d sleep out in the barn I you wanted me too…besides furniture and I don’t mix well, neither does the bed spread,” he said taking out his clawed hand but then deftly pulled it away and plopped the end of his tail in Shin’s hand, he shook his easily maneuverable tail. “Good to meetcha Knee- I mean Shin. Wow not bad, not bad. I’ve already got a chaperone. Sweet, think I could get used to this,” he said sliding his appendage away, then swaying contently. “Oh shucks, been working on it actually. I quite think I opened with a ‘bang’, don’t you think Shin?” he said striding towards the door patting his new friend’s shoulder.
“So I guess I should start with the dust pan and the broom, huh?” he asked indicating he wanted to know what he should do next. As they walked, Skyler felt a question wriggle its way to his mind. “So—what’s your power?” he asked slinking down onto all fours as the pace was slow.
