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.
How did he know? Did Shade really have to answer that? What else in the room did not look powerful, imposing, and deadly (well, besides the shadow jumper)? However, that also begs the question that if these were the most current zombies, had the little kid made more? How many more? How many could he make an army? Now, that would be something to see. Especially, when Shade came to the realization that every dead soldier of their enemy's then became their ally. A especially nasty grin slid across the face of Shade. This kid could be very valuable.
"Frighten me?" Shade echoed the kid's words.
"Are you kidding me? You can make zombies! That is awesome!" Shade replied, half-yelling the last part. Then he turned back to the television as if to return to the movie. However, after a moment, he casted his eyes back to his companion of the couch.
"Just don't ever try to turn me into a zombie." Shade said, glancing in Miles out of the corner of his eye as if he might try it at that very moment.
A barely visible Shade stared up at the bright full moon. He hated full moons. It was like a night when the sun did not set, limiting his ability to maneuver in the dark. Although the the giant glowing orb was not enough to cancel out the shadow mutant's abilities completely, it did cause Shade to appear as a fuzzy outline in the night. And since he was not completely invisible, the night stalker could not teleport. Only when he hid in the darkness behind a building or car was he able to accomplish true invisibilty. And only then could he teleport.
It was a rather annoying perdicament for Shade who was used to unrestricted night access. Luckily, this problem only occured once a month. Most of the time, he would spend a night like this in the Sanctuary, but he had had to work tonight. And now he had to get home. Without his usual mode of transportation, Shade had to walk the five miles back to the Sanctuary. Well, he could take some short cuts, but not many.
Being in a grumbly mode, Shade was walking with his arms crossed across his chest as he stared down at the sidewalk. He wasn't attention, and it would be a miracle if anyone was able to spot the shadow mutantunless they were looking as he mostly just a moving outline of himself. Suddenly, his shoulder struck something hard, yet soft at the same time. It was a young woman. The impact jerked Shade out of his trance, but only to increase the rage he was already feeling.
"Hey, watch where you are walking, punk!" Shade shot back, not really glancing at the person he had ran into. With a grumble, he continued on hsi way.
"Riiight..." Shade replied to Miles's first comment. It was really a pathetic lie. Then the teen quickly backpedaled on his story. He said that zombies were in fact real, not just real but deadly. With the way Miles implied it, his dogs might even be zombies. It would explain why they rarely moved without orders from the teenager. And why they just stared constantly. The bright, red eyes of the dog staring at Shade made the shadow mutant want to dig them out with his blade, but he restrained himself.
"So your dogs are zombies?" Shade asked, shifting his gaze from the dogs red eyes back to the teen's.
One 'jump' and Shade was across the street. Another and he was inside the building. Slipping behind the guards standing watch in the lobby, the shadow stalker checked the names glinting in the dim light in order to find the location of his target's office. Now knowing the correct floor and office number, Shade slid back into a shadow and 'jumped' his way up the darkness building. The chairman would, of course, have the corner office on the top floor in this establishment. Shade landing gently on the top floor and moved silently through the offices, his large, oversized coat trailing behind him. As he neared his target, the shadow stalker suddenly froze. Footsteps.
The sharp clicking of boots against polished tile rang through the empty floor like a gunshots. Quickly ducking into an empty office, Shade waited for the guard to disappear. A blade formed into the pale mutant's hand as insurance. God help the guard if he chose to come into this office, because he was not leaving it udner his own strength. Shade felt out with sense, trying to feel the presence of the guard. However, something else immediately drew his attention. He did not know what it was, only that he had never felt anything like it before.
"Well sh*t!" Shade exclaimed under his breath when he witnessed his target diappear into a mamooth sized stone building. He didn't have a clear idea was what was waiting for him beyond those large wooden doors, and the last thing he wanted to do was walk into a trap. A growl rumbled in his throat as he struggled with what to do. His best option was to just get out of the area and try to catch Lenna some other time, but he just had that feeling, like this was an important meeting, something Syn could use to her advantage. Shade paced back and forth on the side walk as he decided.
If the shadow mutant went in, he would be going in blind, without back-up with someone inside that he knew could eliminate his only means of escape, his mutation. If he left, he left then he would be out of a lead and would have to return to the Sanctuary empty handed. And he did not want to do that. He would just have to take a chance and hope he didn't get caught...in broad baylight...in a stone building...now occupied by an Adapted.
"Syn...the things I do for you." Shade said as he talked himself into entering the building. Not chancing the front door, the shadow mutant made his way done an alleyway next to the building. Looking for a place dark enough to possibly 'jump' from, Shade groaned at his option- a garage can. He groaned at he swung his body into the pile of trash and closed the lid behind him.
The smell was awful! He could barely breathe. Coughing as the smell penetrated into his mouth, Shade quickly activated his shadow searching sense. The building held little options, but he was able to get a decent lay out of the building from the darkness inside the walls. Elevators shafts and a tiny store room, that was it. Suddenly, a part of an elevator shaft blinked back on to his radar. It must have been the cancelling effect of the Adapted. 'Jumping' to the top of the elevator, Shade tried to land as quietly as possible on a box made out of steel.
He could barely see into a room which looked like a restaurant of some kind. All he could make out were lots of tables. And blond hair! There she was. Then the elevator doors slid shut. Shade bit his tongue in order the curse word that he wanted to say. He had to get a vantage point into that room.
A mutant has to eat, right? Of course they do! And that was why Shade was not-so-patiently waiting in line for his chance to get some of the chow that was currently being served. Not one to complain, but Shade had noticed that a lot more mutants than usual were hanging around the Sanctuary. It might have been the simple fact that he himself had just recently returned, more or less, from an extended vacation due to changes in the management of the place. Or it could have been that there was just an influx of poor, homeless mutants. Most were pathetic to look at with horribly visible mutations that made them look like monsters out of a children's book. However, there was the occasional (and proverbial) diamond in the rough.
Finally reaching the front of the line, Shade quickly grabbed his quantity of slob that they were serving today. He had to talk with Syn about this. Members of the Order needed their own mess hall. They were the ones creating the cash flow for this place anyway. They could at least get front-of-the-line privileges.
After receiving his food, Shade then had to look for a place to eat. The cafe was surprisingly full. Refusing to sit anywhere near something that resembled an oversized lizardman, the shadow mutant was left with two options: a seat adjacent to a young woman drawing on herself or a man's whose mutation was his head looked like it belonged on a shark. So the young girl won the contest.
Shade set his tray down and clambered into the seat that was just too small with a sigh. After poking at his food several times, the shadow mutant had to slide it away. His eyes immediately drifted in the young woman's direction. Her food was pushed away from her too.
"Can't eat this crap either? I think it gets worse by the day." Shade said, chuckling at his own joke.
"Come now, my winged accompliss! Give me some credit! If I knew what the vehicle looked like, do you think I would risk twenty armored guards?" Shade jested with the bird boy. Of course his plan looked crazy to Griff, but the feather-wearing teen had not seen Shade's mutation. It was rather simple- if everything went like it should.
"As for the lights, anything sharp should do the trick. You aren't grounded, so you won't have to worry about beeing electrified. Just fly by and snip, snip, snip! No lights in no time." Shade replied, seriosuly this guy ahd way too many conerns. The shadow mutant had thought of all this. It was going to work.
"Here, this is the address of a building adajacent to the dropoff spot. Meet you on the roof after dark falls?" Shade said, scribbling a note a of paper that he pulls out of his pocket. He raisesd himself off of the AC unit and took a step forward offering the note to the winged boy.
"I've used this spot a couple of times to watch their movements. Any other questions?" Shade asked.
Shade glanced down at the pair of mutts when Miles mentioned their eyes. Now, that he thought about it. The shadow mutant had never seen a dog with glowing red eyes, let alone a pair of them. Not to mention, there never moved, like a regular animal. They were always holding a pose. They were always still, too still.
"Yeah, but it makes them look a hell of a lot creepier." Shade commented with an evil grin. Being one of the only times that one saw the shadow stalker without his hood, it could be clearly seen that the smile did not transfer to his eyes which remained stone cold, like they were telling the person looking at them that they had better run before there was a knife in their back.
"Well why can't the zombies win once in a while?" Shade asked rhetorically, throwing a hand at the TV. But he let the teenager finish his explanation. He nodded his approval as Miles explained how zombies seemed, as his attention drifted back to the bloody scene being displayed. However, Shade's head suddenly snapped back to look at Miles when he uttered the last phrase. He wasn't sure if had heard the teen right. Real zombies? Zombies weren't real!
"Wai-what?" The shadow mutant stuttered as he stared at the younger mutant in disbelief.
Oh, Shade may have been a tool, but a very deadly tool! And Xavia's ex-assistant should respect him as such. As Nola turned to walk away, the shadow assassin suddenly had her by the wrist. He spun her around and formed a blade, pressing it against her neck. His other hand pinned her arm behind her back.
"Now, now young lady, let's play nice. Why don't you tell me who your friends were as I would love to meet up with them later night? Shade whispered into the assistant's ear.
(Sorry for the shortness! My muse ran out of juice.)
I'm always interested in helping out a fellow Orderling in need! And of course, Shade's awesome infiltration mutation can be of great use to helping to rescue Aura. Finally, I never pass up the opportunity to tango with those do-gooders.
"Miles...Ohmiguard?" Shade replied, skeptically. It was a weird name, like nothing he had ever heard before, but he had just met a bird boy named Griff. He shook his head in slight disbelief. People had some weird names nowadays. The shadow stalker took another drink from his can of yellowish liquid before he leaned by his a sigh and placed his tennis shoes up on the coffee table. He was certain the new Order leadership would probably frown on this habit, but Shade was tired. And he deserved a rest every now and then.
"It's Shade." The darkness mutant stated bluntly, refusing to use the label that humans had placed on him. He wasn't looking at Miles when he talked, instead watching the gory movie that was playing on the television.
"Well the thing is that I can't shadow 'jump' unless I am invisible and I only turn invisible when I'm in the dark so..." Shade trailed off, assuming the teenager would figure out the rest. He chuckled as a zombie had its head blown off.
"Hey, you ever wonder why when someone gets sprayed with zombie blood- like when they chainsaw one- that they don't turn into a zombie too? Always wondered that." The shadow mutant said, suddenly.
I second Aurion's nomination as I am pretty much Chrysanthemum's stalker. I have literally read every one of her posts. The way Graves is able to play her is a testimony to his writing skills. Not to mention, she is a very unique individual with a crazy mutation.
Graves is a mastermind and has struck gold with Chrys. I probably be following every thread she is in from now on.
Shade was distracted for a moment by the zombie movie that was still playing on the television. Presently, it was showing a man's guts being ripped out by a horde of the undead as fake blood sprayed out like a broken water fountain. The shadow mutant laughed at the spectacle. It was like they hadn't even seen someone be killed before! Returning back to the conservation at hand, Shade refocused back on the boy.
"Well I'm glad. I wouldn't want to be bitten by them. Especially that one." He said, nodding at the larger of the two canines. Shade knew better than to try and touch a strange dog.
"No, but you are close. I can jump through shadows." He replied simply. The rest of his mutation would be a little hard to explain, but those parts were also what made Shade the perfect assassin.
"So I'm guessing your name is like 'Wolfpack' or something like that?"
The dogs gave Shade a fright about as much as he had given the teenager on the couch. However, the shadow mutant's first instinct was to form a blade from the shadow of his hand. He held the knife tensely as he locked eyes with the blood red ones of the black dog. Shade only broke the gaze when the mutt was called off by his master. Relaxing a little, the night crawler waved away the knife as it turned to smoke. Advancing to the couch, Shade slipped a leg over the back of the couch and slopped down next to the teen, chuckling slightly at his comment.
Cheeky. That was what this generation seemed to be. Someone always had to be popping a joke. The boy reminded Shade of the bird-brained youngster the shadow mutant had run into the other day. He had been most cheeky too.
Not wanting to ruin the couch his blood, Shade removed his hoodie, revealing a black T-shirt beneeath, before using the clean sleeve to wipe off a little of the blood that had seeped through the fabric and covered his forearm. He then tossed the destroyed garment on the floor in front of an adjacent armchair. His albino appearance was obviously evident with the removal of his sweater with his strikingly blond, almost-white hair and blue eyes. Not to mention his skin was as white as a ghost.
"No porn, huh? Well we might have to talk to management about that." Shade commented as he reached across and stole a fresh Mountain Dew can. He glanced at the dogs and was surprised to see them still frozen in their nature, not even their tail was wagging. With a raised eyebrow, he popped the top to his can and took a long drink.
"They have something to do with your mutation, I presume?" Shade asked, gesturing towards the mutts.
