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.
Regan smiled softly at Miles as he got up and walked out of the room, she giggled and waved back to the dogs before they left as well. She had made a very special friend indeed today. He managed to make her feel like she was not alone when she had to fight for control of her own mind. It was such a comforting feeling.
Getting up off of the floor, Regan stretched her arms above her head and looked at the couch. Suddenly it wasn’t so appealing anymore. Instead she decided that she was going to head to the admitting office and sign up to live at the mansion. Then she would have a room of her own where she wouldn’t get spooked and freak out on another unsuspecting mutant. Though that did end up in her becoming friends with Miles in the end. Without a second thought, Regan turned and headed out of the living room and towards the admitting office, she was finally home.
“Sorry Clyde, I’m not trying to treat you like a child.” She sighed and shook her head and she stepped as close as she could to the tree line without being seen by the people walking by. “It’s just my nature to make sure people are safe, call it a cat thing I guess.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders and turned to face Clyde. “Well here we are, safe back in the city.” She pulled some of the tree branches out of the way so that Clyde could see the hustle and bustle of New York.
Regan looked at Clyde and gave him a small smile, she hoped that he didn’t hate her for what she had done to him today. Sighing softly she chanced saying one more thing before Clyde left her company. “Well if you ever want to come by the mansion, I would love to show you around. I know I kind of botched things up completely, but I would like to be your friend maybe someday, or at least make today’s events up to you.” She sighed again as she realized she was rambling on and on. Finally she just ended it nice and simply. “If you ever need me, just come find me at the mansion ok.”
Regan extended her furry and clawed hand to Tses in an offer to shake it. “It’s nice to meet you Tses.” Regan always did her best to be polite to people, her “Father” always told her that was the most important thing in life. He said “If you ever want to be accepted, you need to have the best of manners.” Sadly he didn’t know how much that didn’t help at all, one look at Regan and her odd colors, everyone stared and she hated it. She wasn’t a side show attraction anymore, but she always felt like one.
“Really? A mutant too, what are the chances of that?” Regan placed a clawed finger to her lower lip and tapped it a few times while looking over Tses. “Well seeing as you are not visibly mutated and that two animalistic mutants freaked you out so you aren't an animal shifter. I’m going to guess that you can create or control something.”
Again Regan was envious but this time of Tses. She could hide amongst the world and no one would be the wiser unless she decided to show off her powers. She could feel both Tses’s and Amber’s eyes on her, and she could see them looking at her from the corner of her eye. Feeling completely self-conscious, Regan pulled the edge of her hoodie up around her neck and tried to nuzzle into more. She would really prefer to slink away and hide, but that would be rude. She looked back at Amber and wondered what she looked like in her more human form, or if she even had one.
Regan smiled at Jacob and put a little skip in her step at his comment. He had faith in her ability to teach him something about plants and that flattered her. “I’ll do my best anyways!” she said with a giggle as she made her way down the hallway. Feeling the men gaining on her heels, she picked up the pace. She normally did walk at a fast pace or just ran around on all fours, but she was trying to be polite.
She swiveled her feline ears back to listen to Jacob speak about his home and shop on the outskirts of town. “Oh well that sounds nice. I would love to have my own home someday, though I doubt anyone would want to do business with a cat.” She gave a half smile at her comment. Sometimes being a cat all the time was really a bummer, especially when she wanted so badly to be accepted.
Turning left at the end of the hallway, the group was halfway through their trip. She listened to the chess analogy and it made a lot of sense, each move was a different maneuver just like in a chess game. She never really played many games, her claws tended to get in the way when it came to picking up small items. She opted to do things that were a little more favorable to her mutation.
Pointing a clawed finger down the second long hallway, she smiled. “The office is down the end of this hallway, we are almost there!”
Regan nodded at Clyde’s statement and kept up the pace. “Yep, though I’m usually outside so I might miss some of the chaos, but then again I believe the teachers frown upon non accidental power use when it comes to destructive powers.” She smiled over her shoulder once again and made sure Clyde was alright.
Hearing Clyde’s question, Regan sniffed the air and took another good look. “Well I think we are almost there, I can smell the car fumes and hot dog carts. I say another 5 or 10 minutes at most.” She would have offered to walk him to the transit or even ensured that he had gotten home safely, but Regan would not go into the public eye, not unless it was life or death. “Once we reach the tree line you will have to continue on your own Clyde, I’m sorry but I can’t go out there.” She sighed heavily and frowned.
So focused on trying to get her point across to the child, Regan didn’t see the hands rising up to her chest. Before she could even process what was going on, Regan was flying through the air. She roared loudly as she slammed into the metal crossbeam of the greenhouse’s wall, shattering the glass on either side before landing on the floor with a thud. Well she was not expecting that!
Groaning softly on the ground, Regan slowly raised herself up on her clawed hands and shook her head to get her scenes back in order. The smell of blood filled the air, this was not good! The blood mixed with the pain and furry she was feeling, there was no hope of holding back the sabre tooth now.
Without any chance to even think, Regan’s spine started to snap and pop as it realigned itself for her feral state. Her muscles bulked up under her fur and she increased in size slightly. An anguished roar cried out as the massive sabre tooth fangs extended from her skull to slide down past her lower jaw by several inches. Her feline eyes locked onto the child as she was trying to limp out of the door. She swiped her clawed hand on the floor of the greenhouse, tossing broken glass and pottery through the air. A deep, guttural growl escaped her lips and she slowly stepped forward towards the door.
Regan watched the two intently, the dinosaur mutant was answering questions with nods and chirps as well as writing in the snow. That was utterly amazing, it was an animal but it could understand human speech as well as write it? Regan was rather jealous of it right now; she couldn’t do anything human like when the sabre tooth was in control, she was pretty much purely a beast. She made a note to try and spend a bit more time around this mutant, maybe she could learn something.
She watched as the dinosaur mutant wrote her name in the snow and pointed to herself. She smiled a fanged grin “Hello Amber, I’m Regan.” She turned and looked at the girl, “What’s your name?” she asked with a soft smile. She nodded at her question about living nearby. “I live at Xavier’s Sister School. How about yourself?”
She had to admit that for a human she was looking quite comfortable around two mutants that were literally animals, and predatory animals at that. She was starting to get a little curious, “You seem quite calm for being near visible mutants. Am I safe to assume that you are not a mutant hating human?” she questioned with her head tilted to the side.
Breathing, Regan could hear breathing, but now to pin point where it was coming from. Scanning over the area around the crushed calla lilies, she just made out what looked like part of a jacket. There was the culprit, now to catch them!
With a few swift and silent steps, Regan reached behind the calla lilies and grabbed onto the jacket. With a quick movement she hoisted the culprit up into the air, knocking over a few of the calla lilies and busting the pots. She would clean that up later, or better yet make this little person do it as punishment.
Lifting the little person so they were face to face, Regan growled again. “What are you doing in here? The greenhouse if off limits without an adult!” Regan was quite furious at this point; she was growling and bearing her fangs at the child. Regan always went out of her way to be nice to everyone, especially children, but this little heathen had come into her greenhouse and destroyed some of her plants. She wasn’t going to hurt her, but she was going to make the point very clear that this area of the mansion was not a playground.
Not wanting to wait much longer, in case things went badly, Regan stopped trying to jump onto branches and flung herself off of a branch about halfway up the tree. As she sailed towards the ground, she kept her arms and legs outwards to brace for the fall, her tail spinning wildly behind her. Finally she reached the ground and landed on all fours with a thud and a poof of snow.
She ran towards the girl and the dinosaur as fast as she could on all fours, but by the time she had gotten there the girl was up the tree and apologizing for interrupting them. Regan skidded to a stop between the girl and the dinosaur and stood upright. She extended a furry, clawed hand, palms out, towards both of them. “It’s alright; I don’t think you were interrupting anything really. I think we have all just stumbled upon each other this evening.” She said looking at both of them as she spoke; her Irish tones were calm as she tried to keep the peace.
Suddenly the dinosaur started chirping and bobbing its head once again. It finished writing in the snow and it read “Hello”. Regan put her hands down and curled her extremely long tail around her feet. She gave the dinosaur mutant a small wave, “Hello, I take it you are a mutant as well.” Looking back up at the girl in the tree, Regan tried to smile, but not too much as she didn’t want to freak her out even more then she already was with a fanged grin. “I think it’s alright to come down, I’m not going to hurt you and I don’t think the dinosaur wants to either.”
Regan’s enhanced hearing heard some shuffling in the greenhouse as she opened the door. She sniffed the air and picked up on an unfamiliar scent. There was someone in here.
Regan could see clearly in the dark so she decided to leave the lights off, since it would give her the upper edge. Her feline eyes scanned the greenhouse quickly, but there were a lot of places for people to hide now that she had taken over the job as the gardener. The plants had flourished and become quite green with foliage, a little person could go undetected by most mutants, but Regan was an animal and she had the extra senses on her side.
Regan carefully walked over to the work bench, despite wearing combat boots, her feet barely made a sound as they hit the wooden floor. As she got to the bench to get her book, and figure out who was hiding in her greenhouse, Regan noticed that some of the calla lilies that she had just spent days on repotting had been crushed. She let out a low growl and started sniffing the air to pick up that scent once again. It was close and she was going to find the culprit even if she had to stay up all night.
“Well I’m sure that you could register for the control classes if you’d like. You would have to check with the admitting desk to find out more about them or how to sign up.” Regan said in reply to Butterfly. “I’m glad you like the greenhouse and once again you are too kind. You are a pretty nice butterfly yourself, this has been the best conversation I’ve ever had with a butterfly.” She said with a giggle.
Grabbing the basket of vegetables off of the table Regan looked at Butterfly and smiled. “Ok, hang on tight. I don’t want to knock you off my shoulder as I walk.” Making sure that Butterfly was alright, she headed to the door with Butterfly and the vegetables in tow. Heading out into the cold air, Regan shielded Butterfly with her furry hand from the wind until it had died down enough for her to turn and lock the door to the greenhouse. Shielding Butterfly once again, Regan quickly walked them to the front door and slipped them inside.
Regan sighed softly as Miles shook his head and told her he had already tried to make his dogs come back to the lively selves they used to be. Her shoulders slouched and she frowned, she wanted to help and yet she could not help in this situation. It really bummed her out, but she was glad he had at least tried. “I’m sorry Miles; I wish I could help make them what they were before. I’m glad you tried though.”
She felt so heavy hearted for Miles. She couldn’t imagine what it was like to have brought back his best friends for them to only be a shadow of what they used to be. Regan was at a bit of a loss for words for the first time since they had met and started talking. She hoped that one day Miles would find a way to control his dark side and maybe even find a way to make peace with himself for what he did to Astor ad Tinaker, in the end it wasn’t really his fault so he shouldn’t blame himself, but like Regan, he did.
Regan chuckled as Miles stuttered on an offer to return her help with some of his own. She thought it was sweet of him, though she wasn’t sure if it was the best idea. She would need safe conditions as well in order to not hurt him. “Sure, if we can think of a way that it will be safe for you and the dogs.” The last thing she wanted to do was hurt someone because of the sabre tooth.
After she finished telling Miles the hard truth about her wild side, he asked to hug her only to scrap that and hug her anyways. She gave him a hug back and patted him on the back as well; they did share the same burdens and fears though slightly different. “I’m glad that I don’t have to go through this alone anymore, and neither do you Miles, you have a friend in me as well, anytime you need one.” She said with a warm smile.
Releasing the embrace, Regan smiled softly at Miles and then burst out laughing at his comment about pushing her off the couch. “Oh geez Miles! In truth though, I’m glad you did too.”
Continuing the peel her spiraled cinnamon bun, Regan couldn’t help but smile at Vincent for bringing her here and having the great idea of a sweet snack. They really were perfect in every way; she was starting to wonder who had made them.
She giggled as Vincente went into a small state of shock as she described the dish she had in mind for him. “It is pretty delicious. I love anything with seafood in it!” she licked her lips and purred at the thought of all that yummy seafood.
Taking another piece of her bun, Regan thought for a few minutes about when a good time would be to cook dinner for Vincente. “Hmm, I’m not sure when you would like to have dinner. Maybe tomorrow night?” She giggled a little and smiled up at him, “That is if you aren’t sick of my company already.”
She popped the last bite of her bun into her mouth and took her plate to the sink and washed her furry hands off under the tap. She rinsed off her plate and placed it in the dish rack before coming back to stand beside Vincente to see if he was done so she could take his plate as well.
“I knew I forgot something!” Regan grumbled to herself as she headed back out to the greenhouse. She had forgotten her book on the greenhouse’s work bench, and seeing as how she wanted to curl up and read before going to bed, she needed to go back out and get it.
Tucking her dark blue jeans into her black combat boots so she could tie them up, Regan let out a sigh, it was cold out tonight, she’d as least need a sweater. She grabbed her black hoodie out of the closet and put it on over her dark green tank top and zipped it up. She grabbed the greenhouse keys off her dresser and headed out down the hallway to the front doors.
The cold air ruffled Regan’s fur and she gave a slight shiver as she shut the doors behind her. She stuffed her furry hands into her hoodie’s pockets and headed to the greenhouse. When she arrived she put the key in the door but it was already unlocked. “That’s odd, I’m sure I locked this before I left.” With that, Regan opened the door and walked inside the greenhouse.
Making sure Clyde was alright, Regan regularly looked back over her shoulder. She made sure to tell him where he needed to watch his step in the dark. She was happy that she was able to help Clyde get out of the woods, made her feel a little better about everything that happened. She hoped that Clyde would eventually forgiver her for attacking him, but it would take time.
Regan was snapped out of her train of thought by Clyde’s voice. Looking over her shoulder so she could talk to him better, Regan replied, “It’s actually quite nice there. I haven’t run into too many problems with children and their powers so far. They teach them how to control and use them safely, though I’m sure that accidents do happen from time to time.” Just like the accident of her attacking him, she thought.
