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 was so interesting to Garth what people did when they thought no one was around to see them. With no one to judge their every actions or criticize their choices, people would reveal their true identity and indulge in their deepest fantasies. The invisible mutant was surprised to see how carefree people became without the watchful eye of another. Walking around the house naked was a common trait shared by both men and women. Other people loved to sing or talk to themselves. Still, others would indulge in their vices that were forbidden by their husbands, wives, parents, or even children.
The amount of adultery in the surrounding suburbs was too complicated for Garth to keep straight. Smoking hidden cigarettes and downing bottles of forbidden alcohol was another shared vice. Mrs. Sherry Fitzgerald was a petite woman who would devour hordes of chocolate that she kept hidden under her bed before vomiting it into the toilet whenever her husband left to go to the store. Mr. Russel Westbrook would beat his two children every time his hawk-eyed wife was not around to watch them. And Sgt. Jacob Allen was a morphine addict and post traumatic stress disorder victim from Desert Storm who still talked to his platoon every time his live-in girlfriend left the room.
Now, most of these people were functional members of society and their hidden pleasures or pains never would have caused anyone more trouble than an unexplained bruise or off-handed comment. However, to the developing mind of the invisible teenager, this was a breeding ground for dark and dangerous thoughts. For as Garth witnessed every forbidden love or unspoken desire that revealed itself at night in the dark, the boy began to see what the world was really like. For underneath the fake smiles, slick suits, and shiny new cars, everyone had their dark secrets. Everyone was just as guilty as the person standing next to them.
"Well, I have this large piece." Shade said, pulling up his right sleeve of his sweater and relieving the large tribal pattern etched into his skin.
"It continues down to about here." Shade continued, marking the level across his upper right thigh with his hand.
"Maybe, he could add on to that. However, the color might pose a problem."
The shadow mutant's cold eyes involuntarily darted down again as the woman bent to retrieve something from behind the desk before he quickly looked away. A shy grin passed over the night stalker's face. Was she doing that on purpose?
"Well, that is glad to hear. I almost killed the artist when I saw their addition." Shade exclaimed, clinching his fist in anger.
The shadow mutant was a little shocked at himself for yelling at the boy, but Shade did not allow Griff to see his expression. When the half-bird boy looked his direction, the Orderling ducked his face away. It was more than obvious when the boy next spoke that all he wanted to do was get as far away from this place as possible, as if running away would help him forget what he had just witnessed. It didn't. Shade had tried that too. So the older mutant simply nodded when the teenager asked it he could leave.
"Yeah, I'll see you back over there." Shade said, replying to the vague reference to the rally point. The shadow mutant waited until the winged mutant had flown off before he let his anger get the better of him. Slamming his fist into a nearby AC unit, Shade left a bloody imprint on it. He grunted in response. Although he thought that he might have broken something, the pain was a nice distraction from the feelings that were flooding his mind.
Even with his delayed disappearance from the murder rooftop, Shade still managed to beat the kid to the other building. Obviously, he was taking a longer route to clear his head and possibly his stomach again. So the shadow mutant took the extra time to split up the bags of money: three each. When the winged mutant landed, Shade was leaning against the wall under the light by the entrance to the stairwell with hsi bags at his feet and Griff's bags piled up in front of him about fifteen feet away.
"Your half of the cash as promised. Just be careful but to deposit all at once. Someone at the bank might get suspcious." Shade commented, trying to offer some advice to make up for the earlier scene.
That word. It must certainly had the desired effect that Shade was looking for. He half-expected the woman to slap him when he uttered the word. And for a moment as the multipe emotions fought for control of her face, the shadow mutant thought she might actually do it. However, he should have known that a woman of her intellect rarely resorted to such harsh behaviors. Instead, she tried turn the tables on him, but Shade knew he had the upper hand already. Her arms were crossed as she closed herself off and her voice showed signs of stress; yet her eyes blazed a deeper blue than Shade had witnessed so far.
"Mutant. You say it with such negative connotation." Shade replied, mimicing Evelyn.
"Why are you embarrassed by your gift? It is nothing to be ashamed of. As for my mutation, it has to be a lot darker than this." The shadow mutant responded, his face reflecting Evelyn's cool smile.
(OOC: I hope that is enough. I had a longer one, but I lost it. I can try to add more later if you need more. I just have to run off to watch right now.)
Shade's attention immediately snapped towards the new arrival as she revealed her presence. His eyes followed her as she strided behind the counter, revealing herself to be the receptist. When she leaned forward on the desk, Shade's eyes involuntarily darted down, but he quickly composed himself. As the woman went on about the lack of artists available at the moment and the possible selections, the shadow mutant made his way over to the counter.
"Actually, I was looking to see what y'all could do with a certain piece." Shade said, as calmly as he could. The memory of the incident still caused the shadow mutant to grow angry. However, he quickly composed himself before smiling at the receptist.
"Let's just say the artist was not very professional."
His kid partner was taking the sight of the two dead bodies a little extreme in Shade's opinion. Of course, they were dead! What did the teen expect? To stop shooters with hugs? The shadomw mutant opened his mouth to snap back a witty comment, but he suddenly led his tongue. The memory of Shade's first kill shot forth from his mind. The (at the time) teenage shadow mutant had reacted in much the same way. However, he had at least managed to keep his lunch down. Feet crunching as he walked towards the puking mutant, Shade stopped a feet few away to give Griff some space.
"It was you or them. Be lucky you are alive." Shade said softly, his voice lacking its usual harshness. However, it still seemed a little hard for a teenager. Looking back at the two dead bodies, the shadow mutant sighed loudly before turning back to the teenage. Shade could still feel the warm blood coagulating on his fingers, drying in the early morning wind. Maybe he should have at least warned the kid.
"Look, I'm..." However, Shade could not bring himself to say the next word.
"What the hell did you think was going to happen!?" The shadow mutant exclaimed, suddenly angry at the kid. However, it was not directly aimed at Griff. It was the part of Griff that reminded Shade so much of himself at that age.
It had almost four months since Shade had received the unwelcomed addition to his tattoo that accompanied his back side. At first, the shadow mutant thought he might be able to rub it off. The pink hummingbird could NOT be permanent, right? However, after hours of scrubbing and a now even more sore backside. Shade had come to the conclusion that the little tattooist had in fact given him a permanent embarrassment. Next, he thought he might be able to cut in off, but that was sure to be painful. And Shade was not to adding more scars to his backside. So finally, he had come to the conclusion that maybe there was a more mundane solution to his problem.
People got tattoos that they regretted all the time. There were masterful real tattoo artist that could do amazing things with ink and a needle. They could cover it up somehow, or turn into something better than a hummingbird for goodness sake.
So after doing a little reconnaissance, Shade's search had landed him here, at this quaint little tattoo parlor to see what kind of options they could offer him. The shadow mutant was still a little tense about showing someone else his tattoo (besides those who had already witnessed). However, if he ever wanted to be rid of the darn thing, then he would have to suck his pride, for a short time at least.
Striding into the parlor, the overhead bell chimed, signaling his arrival. Looking around the place with his sweeping gaze, Shade pulled his hood down and lifted his sunglasses off his eyes, placing them on top of his hat. However, there was no one in sight. Surely, they would have heard the bell ring. So as Shade waited for someone to come investigate the bell, the tall mutant looked around the parlor, observing the tattoos that were etched into the skin of the models pictured around the room.
The shadow stalker kept his poker face cracked in a pleasant smile as the blond contemplated the question. However, the entire time Shade had a feeling that she would bite. The woman was naturally curious. She wanted to see how things ticked and why. Heck, she had willingly sat down at a table with a person she believed, and rightfully so, was a bona fided killer- Okay, Shade definitely saw Evelyn's eyes shift this time. She was a mutant! When a moment later she agreed to the last observation, the shadow mutant's face broke into a wide grin, a grin like that was a predator eying a future meal.
"Excellent!" He explained, before he took a stroll slowly around the woman, trying to gather all and sort through the clues that she had given him. It was a rather a superficial performance as the woman obviously tried to keep her observations to a minimum. However, he made a little spectacle out of it, stopping and getting closer whenever he observed a stray fiber or a slight wrinkle in her pants (Was that a bit of dirt?). Instead, the wheels were turning in Shade's head as he went over their conversation again and again trying to pick up on anything that might have been useful. Without a powerful mutation like her's, the shadow mutant needed time to process the information. Returning to his starting position, Shade gave a little sigh and a smirk to Evelyn for proceeding slowly.
"When you first sat down, you demanded that I was a murderer...So naturally, I assumed that you were some kind of activist." Shade started. "However, you are not a activist; you are just very...observant."
The shadow began to pace slightly as he ran through the conservation in his head again.
"That was when I first noticed something was slightly...off. You have uncanny skills, but you do not use your skill to obtain wealth. You try not to gain public attention over your skill which means you are somewhat embarrassed by it. But why...? I could not figure it out until right before you rose...I thought I saw your eyes shift but...I was not certain."
Shade's eyes glances down at his coffee that was still sitting on the table. Snatching it up, he placed his hands behind his back as he took a step closer to the blond.
"And then I saw it again as you granted me permission to analyze you." Shade continued, his voice falling to just above a whisper. Taking another step closet, the shadow mutant was now well within her comfort as he leaned towards her ear.
"You are a mutant." Shade whispered with a smile plastered across his face. However, his eyes were already upon her handler and possible threat.
Shade listened to the blond's reply as he sized up the only threat in the room. Therefore, he was taken by somewhat of a surprise when he heard the sliding on a chair across the hard tile floor. The scratching instantly caused Shade's attention to snap back to Evelyn as he immediately rose to join her.
"Going so soon? But we were having such a nice conservation." Shade said with a smile as he took a step towards the blond mutant. It was not much of an advancing step as a natural movement to close the distant between the two so their conservation could not be overheard.
> "Perhaps if I see you again, we can have another chat."
"Well, do you think I could try one more observation before you go...?" Shade replied, letting the question hang in the air. However, he had not done it intentionally. He had done it because he could have sworn that the woman's eyes before had just shifted colors. They had been a striking blue, almost as blue as his. But now they were a dull grey. Eyes were known to change colors, but not in an instant. Unless...
"Like yourself." The shadow mutant added as he slowly pieced together the clues that he had seen before him.
It seeemed the late night disturbance was caused by some love-lost teen. And since it was Valentine's Day, he was obviously feeling lonely and miserable. Shade had to silent his chuckles by laughing into the back of his jacket sleeve. It was rather funny. And pathetic.
However, girls were always vunerable to emotional problems like these and the redheaded tattoo artist was no different. She fell into the trap as she offered her services to help comfort the blabbering, half-drunk teenager. With things looking less and less likely to return to the norm for the night, the night stalker best to take his exit for the night. He did not want to risk getting caught, of course. However, he would leave Allison with something to remind him by.
Nearby, Shade caught sight of the switch controlling the overhead lights for the hallway. That would work for dropping the light down to Shade's acceptable level. Flipping the switch, the corridor went dark except for the light coming from Ty's room. As the lights went out, the night mutant disappeared from view, and Shade 'jumped' into the shadowy corridor next to Alli.
"Until tomorrow night." Shade whispered into Alli's ear before passing behind her. If Ty was not drunk enough to notice, he might just catch the glimpse of a shadowy figure as it passed through the light piercing out from his door.
(Previous permission from Kaitlyn granted to stab her)
Shade's face broke into a wide smile as he noticed how his statement had a visual effect on the shiny silver mutant. Obviously, the silver mutant had not forgotten about the death of his teammate. However, with war came sacrifice, and the shadowy death dealer doubted that it would be the last of the goody-two-shoes that would meet the end of his blade.
With the arrival of another obvious mansion resident, the shadow mutant was now outnumbered two to one (as Kaitlyn could be counted out of the fight not to blow her cover). Shade felt his muscles twitch as the anticipation at the coming battle, which the silver mutant tried his best to avoid. However, the shadow mutant had come here for more than just the file he currently had stuffed in his cloak.
Pacing slightly as his anxiety rose, Shade searched for a possible opening to his fight. If Silver Streak was not going to fight him, then he would just settle for the new character on the scene. That seemed like the local choice. Especially with Kaitlyn being so kind enough to distract him/ her/ it. Shade really couldn't tell because the mutant was covered in fur.
Forming a dagger in his sleeve, the blade slid down into his hand before his arm swung forward, releasing the the knife. Although he was totally aiming for the large feline, the cold had crept into the fingers of the shadow mutant, numbing them. Without percise control of his weapon combined with the proximity of the Kaitlyn and the other mansion resident, Shade's blade took a turn for the worse.
Right into Kaitlyn's stomach.
The shadow mutant gulped at the sight. He would probably have to explain that one later.
Okay! Shade's left leg was seriously numb by now, more of dead weight now than movable muscle. And it was obvious that whatever Lenna was diabolically plotting, the Falcone, whoever that might be, was not going for it. That would just mean that the arrogant little Adapted would have no allies to turn to when Shade revealed her plans to Syn. With the meeting being rapped up, it was time for the shadow mutant to wiggle his way out of his hiding spot and race back to the Sanctuary. If only...
If only...Shade tried to move slide back a little bit. Nothing. Move forward slightly. Nope. Moving to the sides was impossible. Trying to remain calm, the shadow mutant tried 'jumping' out. However, something was wrong. The light from room! It was shining right in Shade's face, preventing him from complete invisiblity. Panic was creeping into the Orderling's mind as he tried harder to move one way or the other. No dice.
Suddenly, the sense of claustrophobia sank into Shade's mind as he realized his predicament. He was stuck!
Shade kept his patented half-smirk on his face as the blond haired mutant, who appeared less than amused (beside her stating so), quickly destroyed his obversation with the subtle clues that were all too obvious to herself. As the woman showed Shade the errors in his judgement, the shadow mutant could not help but notice the hint of an actually smile relieve itself from beneath her veiled expression of politeness. She was taking pleasure in disecting Shade's words, like the shadow mutant took pleasure in disecting people with his blades. Well, everyone had their own guilty pleasures, didn't they?
"Bodyguard, huh? Is he any good?" Shade asked, coolly as he took another glance around Evelyn, sizing up the possible threat. It was like a pit viper watching a lion. Shade, the nocturnal ambush predator, against the large, muscular bodyguard, protecting his cub, Evelyn.
Whereas the blond woman was thinking of leaving, the shadow mutant had no such intentions. He was really enjoying this unexpected conversation and definitely wished to continue it, if the woman allowed it...maybe even if the woman didn't allow it too.
(OOC: Ack! I know I kind of God-Modded slightly, and I could not find a description of your bodyguard so I left it vague. Let me know if there is anything you want me to change.)
Mr. Gary Brown had been a school teacher for over twenty years behind retiring. He lived by himself and many people wondered why he lived by himself, including some of his past colleagues who tried to set him up with their friends. However, he always politely refused. The simple answer was that Mr. Brown did not want to meet anyone. He was perfectly fine living alone. The truth was that he had lost his only love a long time ago, not that anyone (including Garth) knew that. The only thing that the scrawny teen knew was the old man gave him the creeps. And Garth realized why one day.
For Mr. Brown's lost life was a lover of cats. So as a way to remember her, Mr. Brown had a multitude of the furry felines roaming through his house. This is perfectly normal for people. However, the weird came out around meal times. For everytime the dinner bell, and yes he had a bell, all of the cats would take their respected places around the table with Mr. Brown at the head. After which, he would serve them all their meals. Garth had the misfortune of happening upon Mr. Brown's house at dinner time- before having to run away from a raging old man flinging spaghetti and cats running in all directions.
