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.
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Posted by Shamrock on Dec 11, 2012 23:53:03 GMT -6
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Regan smiled widely as Vincente confirmed that he was a gentleman, it was a rare trait to find these days. “Well I’m glad that you are. I think “Father” would be happy that I ran into a gentleman while being in this situation. I think he would have liked you Vincente. He was a gentleman too.” She let out a soft sigh as she remembered the man that had saved her from Shamus and the cage.
It had been a few months since her “Father” had passed away. The household employees had kept Regan hidden and took care of her until the house was sold and they all had to leave. She didn’t have anywhere to go after that, no one else had known about her and she had no paperwork, so there was no way to legally leave anything to her. She was on her own and managed to make a few dollars as a sideshow attraction before deciding to stay in the woods.
Regan giggled with Vincente as he examined his tattered shirt. She saw the tattoo of the lady on his stomach muscles and touched it with her index finger, she’d only ever seen tattoos in magazines. “Oh I like that! Is it real? I like her hat and she is very pretty, is she someone you know?” Sometimes Regan had the mind of a child, fascinated by simple things that she had been sheltered from all her life. She then ran her finger softly over some of his scars before he let the tattered bits of his shirt go. She’d ask about those another time.
Regan smiled softly as Vincente mentioned he could change at the mansion. He lived there? How perfect was that? Then her smile faded as she answered his question. “No, I’m not a student there. Not yet anyways. I was going to head there after I had washed up to see if they had a corner for me. I was told they are very welcoming to mutants.” She let out a soft sigh and continued to answer his questions while looking down at her feet. “I have been living in the cover of the woods for a little while. The world is not exactly welcoming to a monster like me.”
Posted by Shamrock on Dec 11, 2012 12:33:45 GMT -6
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Regan stood still as she watched Vincente turn and examine her back for traces of blood. When he told here where she missed some, she tried to look over her shoulder to see it. Keeping her one arm wrapped around her chest, she used the other hand to feel the spot he was pointing to. “Oh, I found it, thank you!”
She quirked a brow as he was getting increasingly nervous, she didn’t understand why. As he coughed and turned back around, she gave a little giggle and started to wash the patch of blood off her back. When she was finished, she rinsed off and stepped out of the cold water to dry off. She shook the water off her fur and grabbed a small hand towel from her bag to pat dry the rest before rummaging for some fresh clothes. All she had was her back pack and it held what few possessions she had.
She quickly slipped into some fresh undergarments, a pair of faded blue jeans, and a light green tank top. “Alright, I’m all dressed again.” She used the towel to dry the ends of her vibrant red hair and then started to comb it out. “Thank you for being a gentleman. I appreciate it.” that soft Irish voice, expressed her appreciation.
Finally clean, her fur was snow white with the deep emerald stripes. She felt so much better now.
Dusting off her paw like feet of dirt, she placed them in her combat boots and started to lace them up. “So now we need to take care of your shirt, don’t we?” She smiled up at her large friend. She realized that she really did like feeling small around Vincente. It was odd and she didn’t know why she liked that feeling, but she did.
Posted by Shamrock on Dec 10, 2012 19:42:53 GMT -6
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Regan got a little queasy as the stag’s organs hit the ground. Sometimes she wondered how she survived as a child before Shamus had found her. She didn’t know she was human for the longest time; she had been stuck in her saber tooth form for most of it. It wasn’t until her “Father” had taken her to America with him that she really found out about her human side, and it was rather sensitive to some of the things her feral side did.
She giggled as Roxy licked and nuzzled her hand. After being bumped in the leg, she knelt down and started to scratch the dog behind her ears and under her chin. She liked Roxy because she was a pretty cool dog. She was kind of goofy, but also very calm around mutants and blood. Roxy’s playfulness made the last of the tension melt away.
Regan stood up from scratching Roxy with her long claws and looked at Sara as she spoke. “I can meet you in the garage; I would really like to learn how to process a stag.” She smiled softly at Sara. Regan always liked to learn new things, even if they were a little gruesome sometimes. “If that’s alright with you?”
She looked down at Roxy again and remembered that she was soaked in blood. The stag was still draining and she had to wonder just how much blood was in that stag? “I should probably get cleaned up before I go to the mansion. It might give them the wrong impression of me if I don’t.” She chuckled softly and patted Roxy’s head.
Regan figured that there had to be a water source somewhere in the woods that she could use to clean up before heading to the mansion. She wanted to make a good first impression, unlike she had done with Sara.
Posted by Shamrock on Dec 10, 2012 18:28:12 GMT -6
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Regan laughed right along with Vincente when he noticed how awful they must have looked right now. She sighed happily, and smiled. She was really enjoying herself, she hadn’t laughed like this in years.
She watched him stand up, and as she too stood up next to him, she realized just how much taller he was than her. She literally had to look up at him.
She gulped slightly as he told her she could go wash up in the water and he wouldn’t look. Regan had never really spent much time around men, or anyone for that matter. She was caged up with Shamus, and treated like a daughter with her “Father” and his employees. She was nervous but she knew that she had to get cleaned up; the blood was starting to smell rather unpleasant.
She sighed softly and nodded. She held up a clawed finger to point at him and gave him a fanged grin, “But no peeking!” She turned on her heels and headed towards her back pack, her long tail swaying behind her. She rummaged around in her bag until she found a small container that held a bar of soap.
Looking over her shoulder at Vincente she nudged her head. “Ok, turn around.” Once he had turned around, Regan quickly peeled off her tank top, unbuttoned her jeans, slipped out of them, removed her bra and underwear, and darted into the cool water with a squeak. “Oh lord, that’s cold!”
She lathered up her soap and started to wash her body. The suds were turning pink as they slowly scrubbed off the dried up blood. Regan used the bar of soap to wash her face and hair as well. Rinsing off the suds, she realized that she couldn’t see if she had blood on her back because there was no mirror. Sighing softly, she wrapped her arms around her chest and looked over her shoulder at Vincente again, “Umm, I hate to ask this of you since I told you not to peek.” She sighed again, she was rather embarrassed, but she didn’t want to miss any of the blood, “But could you see if I got all of the blood off my back?”
Posted by Shamrock on Dec 10, 2012 10:52:10 GMT -6
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Regan watched Vincente with a smile as he smirked and zoned out while she was getting the bottle of water for him. She wondered what he was thinking about to make him smile like that.
She happily handed him the bottle of water and nodded to his thanks, “It’s no problem. If you are anything like me, you need to replenish your body after a shift.”
Regan was glad that she was there for Vincente, and she chuckled softly as he gingerly drank from her bottle. She took in his form as he drank. He was tall, strong, and handsome. He made her feel tiny, and she kind of liked that.
She shook his hand back, “It’s nice to meet you Vincente. You can call me whatever you’d like.” She smiled and admired his face, he really was quite handsome, and she couldn’t help but keep looking at him.
Suddenly she started to laugh. “I’m sorry; I’m not laughing at you. It’s just…” she paused to laugh some more, “Look at us! Your shirt is shredded to bits and I’m covered in dried blood. Aren’t we a pair?” She stifled her giggles and smiled at her new friend.
She was quite happy that she had stumbled into Vincente, he seemed nice, and similar to herself. She was also glad though that they hadn’t decided to tear each other apart. That would have hindered this new found friendship immensely, and she liked her new friend.
Regan stayed knelt next to her friend, her clawed hand still on his knee. She sighed softly but kept her soft smile on her lips.
She chuckled softly as he complimented her accent. “Why thank you. Yours is quite nice as well.” She laughed and got up slowly, using his knee for leverage. She headed to her back pack that was sitting by the pond and started to rummage through it. Finding a bottle of water, she brought it over to the man. “Here drink this. I’ll let you open it though; I’m still a bloody mess.”
She handed him the water and squatted down in front of him, her eyes still assessing him. “My name’s Regan, but “Father” called me Shamrock.” She smiled and extended her paw like hand to him. “I’m sure you can figure out why. What’s your name?”
She usually wasn’t so open with people, but she felt that this man could understand some things about her. She could tell that he was still getting used to shifting, and she knew it wasn’t fun. She hated when her saber fangs extended the most. It was like someone pulling teeth out of her head that went as deep as her brain. She cringed to think how it felt for the man’s entire head to change shape and it made her visibly shudder.
Regan nodded in appreciation to Sara’s condolences, “Thank you, he was a very nice human.” She watched Sara with the stag, making note of what she was doing with the stag in case she needed to hunt again. She was glad that she had run into someone who could help her with the stag, and who understood the situation she was in.
Regan chuckled softly and rubbed one of her clawed hands on the back of her head, ruffling her bright red hair. She was caught in her lie, if her face weren’t covered in fur, Sara would have seen her flush. “I’m sorry.” she muttered softly, “It’s not that I want to lie to you, I just don’t know who I can trust.” She felt awful, Sara was trying to help her and all she was doing was lying her tail off.
Regan smiled as Sara offered up her home and other hiding places for Regan to stay. She was starting to feel like Sara was someone she could trust in this world, that maybe it was ok to open up to her. “Thank you, you are very kind Sara.” She looked at Sara with appreciation in her emerald eyes. “I will check out the mansion, but if that doesn’t work out, I would like to take you up on that offer.” She smiled and stepped closer to Sara, starting to become more comfortable near her, “I don’t want to burden you with my presence in your home.”
Regan smiled softly at Roxy, she put out her hand for Roxy to smell it. She knew that Roxy would smell mostly the blood on her hands, but she wanted to be friendly towards the dog as well. Regan had a feeling she would be seeing these two more in the future.
Regan was really starting to enjoy this conversation. To be able to talk to someone who knew how she felt when the beast took over her mind was like a breath of fresh air. It made her feel just a little less alone in the world. She smiled at him and brushed another pesky strand of vibrant red hair out of her face. Not having human ears to tuck it behind made it a constant issue.
The bear smiled back at her before shaking his head and smirking again. He was starting to look a little off and she wondered if he was alright. She was just about to ask him when he backed into the tree and slid down it holding his head. Her dark green eyes filled with concern and she bit her lower lip as he spoke about the pain he was feeling.
Suddenly she heard the popping and snapping. She knew what was happening and she could see it was very painful. She ran over as he started to growl out in pain. Kneeling in front of him, she reached out to touch him, but pulled her hand back. As the fur started to recede and the muzzle disappeared, she placed her hand on his knee. She gave it a soft squeeze, she didn’t change this violently, but her body reformed itself as well and it was very uncomfortable. She wanted to be there for him.
Regan sat silently by her new friend’s side. She watched as the bear vanished and the human head appeared before her very eyes. Part of her was jealous that he could be human, but her concern was greater. She thought he was quite handsome, ok she thought he was very handsome, and that made her quite shy. She looked at the ground a moment until she heard him apologize.
Her dark green eyes locked with his deep brown ones and she smiled softly at him. “Shhhh, don’t be sorry. It’s ok, I’m here.”
Regan gave his knee another reassuring squeeze; her eyes still filled with concern. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?” she searched his face for answers as she spoke, her voice was soft and comforting.
Regan smiled softly as the man sighed an obvious sigh of relief when she told him what happened. That smile quickly left her feline face as she realized she must have looked like a total monster, once again. Her heart was so heavy with emotion, why did she have to be this beastly creature? Why couldn’t she have just been normal?
Watching the man lean against the tree and relax himself, made her relax a little more. She tried to take a more relaxed posture herself, but there wasn’t anything to lean on near her. She shifted her weight onto her back leg and put her hands in her jean pockets.
Regan listened intently as the man spoke to her about his powers. Her heart went out to him; she understood so well how he felt. To lose control of the human, to give in to the beast, to let go and just let the simple mind take you away. It seemed so simple to do, to just live carefree, without consequence, to let nature take over. But with a human mind and heart, there was the guilt and worry of hurting someone, and it was so painful to think about.
“Trust me; I know exactly how you feel.” Regan had always been a mutant, from her first memories as a child, she had been a cat. She didn’t know much about herself. Where she was from, how old she was, it was all a mystery to her. She knew she was roughly 20 years old, but it could be give or take in either direction. “It is good to practice though.” She smiled softly at the man, “I need to practice too.”
Regan was slowly starting to relax a little; it helped a lot that the beast was sated by the bloody hunt. She was so curious about this lioness that she had to stop herself from staring more than once. She was so much taller than Regan was and quite built. Regan felt rather tiny around her even though she was sleek and toned herself under her emerald, stripped fur. Regan knew she was built for endurance and agility in her normal form. Speed and strength were the saber tooth’s traits, though they were short lived. But this lioness looked like she was built for all of them at once, it made Regan feel a little inferior. She would respect this lioness and her territory.
Regan breathed a sigh of relief when the lioness said she didn’t have to explain herself, it was something she didn’t want to have to explain right now. She watched as the other feline inspected the stag, seeing what way to best take care of it. “Well, “Father’s” cook used to make our meals.” Regan felt like it was alright to open up a bit to the feline; after all she had caught Regan in such an embarrassing situation as it was. “Since “Father’s” passing, I’ve had to kind of fend for myself.” Her soft Irish voice was a little strained when she spoke, she did miss “Father” so very much.
She watched the lioness lift the stag with little effort, testing the hind legs for their strength. She tilted her head as she named off the different names that were associated with the mansion. “Oh, I haven’t met them yet. I just got here.” Regan was only half lying, she did only recently get here and she hadn’t met these people yet.
Regan smiled a little as the topic had gone back to the dog. She hesitated slightly as the dog came over, she was still covered in blood and hoped she wouldn’t think she was a snack. “Nice to meet you Sara,” Regan smiled and nodded to the silly looking dog, “And Roxy.” Looking back at Sara, who was still assessing the stag, she replied, “My name is Regan, but “Father” called me Shamrock. I’m sure you can figure out why.” She extended her arms showing off her emerald stripes and smiled.
Regan watched the bear-headed man as he leaned back onto the tree she was once perched in. He had a puzzled look on his features and she tilted her head like she was trying to figure it out with him. She eventually gave up and just let out a hefty sigh, she had her own things to figure out, like how she was going to get out of this mess she got into.
Her head shot up when she heard him start to speak. She watched him trying to figure out what she was talking about, and then saw what looked like a smirk cross her muzzle. It made her smile.
When he replied that he was alright, she sighed happily. She never wanted to hurt him, she just wanted an escape route, and since she was up a tree, down was the only way.
Regan stood up as he asked where all the blood was from. Looking down at her clothes, she noticed her jeans were still unbuttoned. She quickly buttoned them back up and brushed a strand of her bright red hair out of her face shyly. “Oh, um, I kind of ate a stag. None of its mine, I swear.”
She was so embarrassed. She wished she could just crawl under a rock and vanish; she couldn’t even look the bear-headed man in the face. Regan stared at her toes instead, and tried to make small talk. “So, um, what are you doing out here?”
She hated herself for running into someone looking like this. She felt like a monster most days, walking around like a giant cat. But this on top of it all? A blood covered, beast. She was hurting on the inside, but she wouldn't show it. Regan quickly whiped the fresh tears from her eyes and shook it off. She had to be strong right now.
At the sound of another horrifying roar from the bear, Regan cowered, closed her eyes and braced for an attack. She knew by that point, no matter how much fighting she was doing in her own mind, the sabre tooth would take over and defend her.
She waited, and waited, and waited. What was most likely only thirty seconds felt like an hour. She hadn’t been attacked yet, but why not? Did she get through to the bear? She opened her eyes and looked up.
The bear was backing down. She watched him intently, her emerald eyes flicking over his large form as he took each step back. He looked confused, and when he hit the tree, she flinched a little. She did hope he was alright.
She took in a deep breath of relief as he started to speak to her. She had done it, she got through! She collapsed backwards onto her rump, and brought her knees up in front of her. She placed her fur covered arms on her knees to rest, her hands dangling down between them.
Regan shook her feline head softly while looking at the ground. “I don’t know if I’m ok.” she said with a soft Irish voice. “But you didn’t hurt me.” She started to laugh nervously “You sure did scare the bajeebus out of me though!”
She was panting softly, still trying to calm the beast that was brewing inside her head. Finally she looked up at the bear-headed man with concern in her large feline eyes, “I didn’t hurt you did I?” she was referring to when she had knocked him over. “I’m sorry if I did.”
Regan kept her eyes fixed on the bear headed man as he scrambled to his feet. She could see he was NOT happy with what she had done, but what else could she have done? She wasn’t about to get eaten by a bear, man, thing.
She took in a deep breath and made note of his scent, it was such an odd mixture. She smelt a man, and the bear, but there was more there and she just couldn’t place it, which made her head tilt.
Her deep contemplation was suddenly interrupted by the loud, blood curdling roar from the bear. The show of power was impressive, and she flattened down her pierced feline ears as flat as she could onto her bright red hair. Her sensitive ears were ringing from the roar and she had to shake her head a few times to get it to stop.
“God! How did I get into this mess?” she shouted out, though directed to herself. Her Irish accent was on the thicker side then usual, it always did get thicker when she was upset. Maybe she could reason with him, all she wanted was to get washed up and change her clothes so she could move on.
Regan kept her form, she looked like a football linesman ready to pounce. She crouched down slightly though, making her already small frame look even smaller. “Look.” she said in a firm but sweet tone, “I just want to get this crap off of me. Please, don’t make me have to hurt you just to take a bath in some dirty water!”
She could feel the sabre tooth pressing on her mind, it so badly wanted to come out and play. It took her so much restraint to hold it back, and the strain was visible on her furry face. “Please…”. Her voice was pleading, she couldn’t hold back the beast much longer.
I'd like to join this, but will have to find a way, maybe once Sham gets into the mansion someone can ask her if she's seen it and show her? I'm open to any other ideas
