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.
"It just...I kind of feel...out of place in here." Shade said truthfully. He wasn't sure if it were the bright colors or the undergarments hanging from the ceiling or the hint of girlie fragrance that permeated from the room. The only thing he knew was that he would definitely prefer the rec room to this as a spot to spend an hour or two as a the mutant tattooist did her work on the large piece that was to spread across his shoulder and midsection.
"Is it okay if we move to the Rec Room? It's not going to throw off your vibe or anything?" The shadow mutant asked. She was the artist and some artists had a problem finding 'inspiration' outside of their work space. Hopefully, the redhead was not one of the those artists.
Shade rolled to avoid the ball of energy shot in his direction, only to land directly on top of the woman assailant. She must have tried to avoid by rolling to the side as the falling mutant fell onto her back. It was a rather awkward position for both of them. Shade had his arm twisted up behind the womna's head, and she had her arm pinned into the ground.
"Apology? You were the one who shot him!" Shade snapped back as the light began to glow again. He knew she must be trying to blast him again. Franctic to avoid another concussion from the blast, Shade tried to slide his pinned hand out from behind her head. As she struggled to move beneath him, it shifted slightly and the shadow stalker was able to free it, but he lost his blade in the process. Now focusing on the glowing hand of the female assaillant, Shade maneuever to try and avoid the line of fire. He tried to wrap an arm into her elbow crook so he took aim the hand in a safe direction, away from him.
"Alright, sounds good." Shade replied as the young woman returned to her previously forgotten meal. As Alli finished her meal, Shade managed to eat a few more bites, but by the time, the redhead was finished, the cafeteria food had eliminated the shadow mutant's appetite although more than half of his meal had not been eaten yet. Tossing the remaining food in the trash, the night stalker followed the bubbly ink mutant through the halls of the Sanctuary to her dwelling place.
Stepping inside Allison's room, Shade could immediately tell a girl inhabited it. They were literally clothes everywhere. On the floor, on her bed, stuffed under her bed...was that a bra hanging from the ceiling fan? Shade quickly diverted his eyeless gaze from the sight as the young woman pushed a chair in his direction.
"I'm Shade." The shadow mutant replied to the unasked question.
"Are we doing this here...?" He asked, questionably as she pulled out several large jars of ink from the depths of her closet. Shade could only guess how many more clothes were crammed inside of that abyss. the jars of ink mysteriously floated across her room and settled upon the only open space available on her desk. The rest of the desk was covered in women's magazines and tools to battle her hair with in the morning. Attached to the mirror and walls of the room were many pictures of ink drawings that Shade assumed were either inspirations or original drawings down by the ink master herself.
"Those are very good." The shadow mutant commented motioning with his head to a couple of drawings pinned to the mirror.
Shade's gaze followed the vixen in the white dress as she bowed and gracefully walked towards the liquor cabinet. The way she moved made it almost appear as if she were floating. Mr. Murdoch sure knew had to pick them. The shadow mutant wondered for a moment how much a woman like that would cost to enterain, probably more than Shade would ever see (well besides the time he had raided Fort Knox with the other Order members). As she busied herself with the drinks, Shade and the news tycoon silently made their way to their respected seats.
Taking his place in one of the plush leather chairs in front of the desk, the night stalker immediately kicked back and placed his heavy boots on top of the CEO's mahogany desk. It was a little inappropriate in the work place, but Shade needed to how Mr. Murdoch just how weak he was and how little Shade thought of any his high rank in human standards. Humans were weak and pathetic compared to mutants. Any of them who thought differently were quickly proven wrong, as evident by so many examples.
"Mr. Murdoch, I am here to represent an underground mutant organization which I'm sure you are all too familiar with." Shade began. He was surprised how casual the business executive was acting over the entire situation. It was very brave of the human. Stupid! But brave.
"Aw! Thank you, honey!" Shade commented, sarcastically as he flashed the black haired beauty an evil grin. Leaning forward slightly, the hooded mutant snagged the lowball glass from the top of the glass and swirled the sweet liquor for a moment as the escort took her position next to her employer. Taking a slip of the dark liquid, Shade savored the taste for a moment before returning his attention to the greying haired man.
"As you might have guessed, we have been watching your program and are very happy with all the publicity you provide us for free. Our only concern is we do not wish to take the credit of other...proactive mutants." Shade said, picking his words carefully in describing his fellow brethren that chose to rebel against the human oppression.
"So can we agree upon only linking our organization to crimes actually worthy of our merit? We are not mindless killers, Mr. Murdoch. We enjoy law and order as much as you do. We just differ on who should be ruling." Shade said before taking another sip of the intoxicating drink.
"That's no problem." Shade replied instantly in response to the time issue. "I have nothing to do during the day. I tend to spend more of my time at night. Whenever is good for you is good for me."
Her next statement gave the shadow mutant a slight pause. Was she thinking that he wanted to get the tattoo here...in the dining hall? Or was she trying to avoid the situation all together? It just seemed a rather random statement to say. Maybe, she was just a little didsy. Whatever it was, Shade just pushed through it.\
"That's fine. I can meet you later somewhere. Wherever you would like. Just name the time and place." Shade said, looking to the teenager to see if she had anymore concerns.
"Good." Shade said simply, not turning from the television in response to Miles's reconfirmation that he did not want to turn the shadow mutant into a zombie. For a moment, the night crawler wondered how it would feel to be a zombie. Would he remember any of his memories? Would he even know if he was a zombie? would he be trapped in his own head unable to stop doing the things Miles told him to? Or would his mind have traveled on to the next life? Shade shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts. He did not like thinking about being dead, let alone a zombie. Plus, he doubted the kid had the guts to turn him or even try anyways.
"They have to be dead first? Well if ever want to make a human zombie, you should follow me around for a night or two. We might come across a corpse or two." Or five to ten. Shade thought to himself, smiling off-handedly. He sighed as he relaxed more, sliding deeper into the couch as he placed his hands up, behind his head. His right hand still was stained in some places from the blood of the elderly man.
In this enraged state, Shade was actually rather enjoying himself. His punch had connected and he had knocked the young woman to ground. Time to finish her off! He leapt towards her as the blades were dragged over her head. However, the shadow mutant had no notion that Tses had fallen into a guard position until it was too late. Shade's abs contacted as the young woman's heel impacted his gut. For a brief moment, the shadow mutant was suspended in the air above the girl with the woman's boot being the only thing stopping hims from crashin to the ground. Shade's eyes widened as his body became completely visible again from the young lady forming another ball of energy in her hand.
Instinctively, the shadow mutant rolled out of the way as the ball blasted past him and shot into the sky. However as he rolled off the young woman's foot, he came crashing down with the only place to land being on top of the woman, if she was not fast enough to roll out of the way. He made sure to keep his blade pushed out overhaed so he would not land on top of it and accidently stab himself. However, Shade did not know where he was going to land.
The passionately kissing couple quickly seperated when the uninvited guest made his presence known. Shade's mind was still lingering on the mysterious darkness from before and for a brief moment, he thought that the beautiful, black-haired buxom before him might have been the source. the young woman certainly looked silky smooth to the touch and there was a darkness about her that exciting Shade. However, he quickly dismissed that notion by the young woman's reaction.
At first, she appeared annoyed by the interruption. But fear flooded her face when her eyes discovered Shade in his long grey cloak and dagger in hand. She fled behind the old businessman, as if the old bat could do anything to stop Shade. The shadow stalker grinned at the response. He loved the way his appearance caused others to run at the very sight of him.
"If you so choose." Shade said offhandedly, in response to his escort remaining. The shadow mutant followed the business executive's gaze towards the blade in his right hand.
"And no worries. If I want you dead, you would already be laying in a pool of your own blood." Shade commented, waving the dagger in front of his face as it dissolved into smoke.
"Just precautionary measures. I'm sure you understand. Shall we sit then?" Shade gestured to the plush leather seats that were in front of the Mr. Murdoch's massive wooden desk with the high backed chair that was for the big shot himself. Spotting a bottle of whiskey on a table nearby, Shade turned to the young woman in the white dress.
"And doll, would you be so kind as to get a glass of brandy for your friend and I, please?" Shade asked, as sarcastic sweetness dripped off his words like honey from a honeycomb.
"Hold on for a second, and I'll show you." Shade replied quickly diving is hand into the back pocket of his jeans. When he withdrew his hand, he was holding a piece of printer paper folded twice in order for it to fit in his pocket.
"Here, you go. That's the general idea. I'm such with your mutation for can come up with a few nice adjustments." Shade said, handing the piece of paper to Alli. The shadow mutant had been thinking about getting the tattoo done for several months now, but he did not know where to go. Plus, he didn't exactly want a human to be messing with his skin like that. The stupid Homo sapiens would probably do something mutant hate symbolism in the tattoo, and then Shade would have to kill him then find another guy to fix. Just so much hassle. That was when he had remembered that they was a mutant in the Sanctuary that could manipulate ink.
Shade charged the smaller woman and swung his arm with the blade down to drive the black knife into his opponent's shoulder. It collided with the metallic knife in the hand of the young woman. Suddenly, a punch was sent flying towards his face. Shade tried to move out of the way, but his momentum was too great to outcome. All he could do was move his neck to the side as the blow caught him in the jaw.
His vision blurred for a moment after contact as his brain rocked in his skull. Unable to see, he threw his free hand towards the abdomen of the woman before driving his body forward, hoping to knock the woman off balance. In his fit of rage, he was being rather sloppy, not really thinking about his moves. All he really cared about was hurting this woman, because she had irritated him on the wrong day. It was just a way to relieve his anger and stress.
Shade clutched his knife with white knucles. He was poised ready to strike. The sharp clicking continued for a second or two, but suddenly, it stopped. The shadow mutant froze. Had he made a mistake? Impossible. He had not been here long enough. What could the guard have found? Why was he not moving?
Then there was noise like he was getting attakced!? There was a pounding against a wall and grunting before the notable thud! as the guard hit the ground. Shade sent off his sense again expecting to find the attacker of the guard. However, there was nothing. Nothing except that weird feeling again, as if there was a darkness out there that he had never felt before. Then he felt it move. It moved fluently and with finesse. It felt like a curtain of silk sliding silently through the darkness. And it slid right into the same office Shade wanted. He had to figure out what this was and, more importantly, what it was doing here.
Reluctant to reveal his position again, Shade 'jumped' to the entrance of Mr. Murdoch's office. Peaking inside through the crack, the shadow stalker could hear the voice of a young woman. Was that the 'curtain of black silk' he had felt? Opening the door, Shade's body flickered into sight as he stepped into the lighted office. The scene before him was a rather awkward to walk in on.
Mr. Murdoch and a strikingly beautiful, black haired young woman were lipped locked. The business executive seemed in the process of removing his pants. Well, the woman in very revealing white dress seemed somewhat pleased with herself for some reason. Shade cleared his throat loudly, hoping it would be enough to separate the two.
"Mr. Murdoch, I presume?" Shade asked with a grin.
"Pardon my interruption, but you and I need to discuss some things in private."
The front of Shade's body flashed into view as the light from the glowing ball smashed into his chest and exploded in a burst of light. The shadow mutant was blasted off his feet and smashed into a trash can, overturning the container and spilling its contents on to the street. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and as he struggled to get his bearing back, the shadow of a mutant could be seen trying to regain his posture. Slipping slightly on the loose garbage, Shade rose to a kneeling position.
"That was not a smart idea." Shade said in a rasping voice, before spitting to remove the taste of blood from his mouth. Had he bite his tongue when he impacted that trash can? He couldn't recall, but his tongue did hurt now. From his position, the shadow stalker was able to get a better view of his assailant. Balls of light glowed from the person's hand. That must have been the source of the glowing ball of light. The discovery that the person he had smashed into was a mutant had completely surprised him. He didn't really have a clue on what the mutant did. All he knew was that it was bright and hurt like hell. Two things that Shade did not like at all.
The young woman had dropped into a defense pose, prepared for a fight. Something metallic glinted in her hand due to the moonlight, a knife maybe. Shade would have to careful. Drawing a blade of his own from the darkness, the shadow mutant whipped a blade towards the woman as he rose into a run. Another blade formed in his hand as he sprinted towards the woman, hoping to tackle her and take the fight to the ground.
High school. The memory brought Shade back several different schools in his mind. As an orphan for must of his life, Shade had been a student at close to eight different high schools, sometimes only for as long as a week or two. It was weird to think back to such times. Things stood out like his favorite teacher during his freshman year, the numerous bullies that picked on the skinny white kid, and the young girls who never gave them the time of day. Shaking his head, he cleared the memories out of his mind.
As the young woman moved up, she revealed what she had been working on. It was the image of a hummingbird. However, she was not drawing it. She was tattooing it on her skin. The realization caused Shade to remember seeing this mutant around the Sanctuary before. She was always walking around with different patterns etched into her skin. The young woman did appear a little worse for wear than usual, but many residents of the Sanctuary had that same problem.
"Hey, you are the tattoo girl! I've actually been looking for you. Do you do requests?"
Shade did not notice the sudden flare of light in the palms of the woman's hands as he was faced the other way. He was still incredibly annoyed over the incident, but it was over with and he could get back to hating the moonlight as he made the slow walk back to the Sanctuary. However, the woman had to say something. She just had to say something. What had she called him? An inconsiderit, pale, little freak!? Something like that right? The shadow stalker had not heard properly over his own yelling.
However, the words did cause Shade to stop in his tracks. He licks his teeth as he thought really hard about how much he didn't really want to kill this woman tonight. A second ticked by. Well, that was all the time Shade needed to think about not killing this woman. Time to kill her. A blade slid out of his hand's shadow as he wound his fingers around the handle. The midngiht black blade stood out in the gleaming moonlight. The ghostly appearing mutant turned on his heels and posed to throw the knife. However, he suddenly froze as he stared at the glowing hands of the woman.
