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 tried to sit as silently as she could in the tree, which wasn’t easy with her heart pounding like it was going to explode from her chest at any moment. Her sparkling emerald eyes stayed locked onto the Bear-man?….. Were bear?…… Bear…… Thing?
She was starting to feel a small sense of relief as he finished his drink. That was so shortly lived as he picked up the sent of her bloody body once again. Regan quietly cursed in Celtic and tried to move up a few more branches to get out of sight.
“Damn it to all hell.” she whispered to herself as the large man moved his way closer to the tree, he was tracking her. She wasn’t going to get out of this without a plan.
She quickly tried to study her opponent. He was roughly 6 feet tall, and very built. She was a mere 5’6, but she was lean and muscular as well; not to mention the added bonus of her feline mutation. She at least stood a chance, she hoped.
The tree gave a small shake as it was bumped into by the bear. Regan’s long, stripped tail twitched to keep her balance on the branch and she dug her claws in for added support. As the bear was moving his soft, black nose up the tree, Regan knew this was the only chance at the upper hand she was going to get.
With a roar, the white tigress leapt from her perch, head first. Her paw like hands landed in the nooks of the bear’s collar bones. The force of her pounce knocked him to the ground with a loud THUD!
She then leapt off of his form and moved behind him, landing on all fours. She faced him, her green stripes more noticeable in the open light. Her dark green tank top and black jeans clung to her toned body, though they were more of a brownish red in colour at this point. There she stayed, her sleek form matted by dry blood, ready to pounce with a long, angry tail whipping around behind her.
Regan sighed heavily as she tried to wash the dark red blood off of her paw like hands. She scooped up the cool water, some dribbling off the sides of her hands, and splashed her face. She ran one hand over her tired tigress face, the fur now moist and dripping with red water.
Seeing that this wasn’t going to do, and she needed to change her clothes, Regan stood up. Her sleek and well-toned feline form suited her. She bent over and started to unlace and remove her black combat boots. Slipping them off her fur covered feet, she let out another heavy sigh; she hated this.
Regan had just started to unbutton her black, blood stained jeans when she heard a horrible scream nearby. Her head shot up and the scream turned into a growl. Her pierced feline ears flicked forward in the direction of the sounds, her heart started to pound rapidly in her chest, panic was setting in.
Regan quickly looked for a place to hide. Her emerald eyes darted around the pond, looking for any place she could go. Finally her eyes spotted a large tree, she dashed to it, her sharp claws gripped the bark and she climbed up it in a few seconds. She found a large branch to perch on as she waited for whatever was coming her way.
Her heart still pounding like a drum in her chest, she watched as a large man came towards the pond, but he was huffing like an animal. She leaned down a bit to get a better look and let out a soft gasp; the man had the head of a bear and was drinking from the pool of water. She tried to stay motionless in the tree as she watched with curiosity. She wondered what had happened to him, his shirt was all torn and shredded, and she prayed he didn’t smell the blood on her.
Regan tried to wipe the blood off her hands onto her pants, but they were already dried. Looking back at the other feline as she commented on the rest of the stag, she nodded. “Sure, I would appreciate that.” Once again her voice quivered a bit, she didn’t really want to take the meat with her; but she had no idea when she’d get her next meal, and she wasn’t just going to cart around a half eaten deer carcase. Looking down again at the dead animal she sighed “I don’t normally do…”, she pointed at the torn up creature, “…this.”
As the lioness moved closer, Regan stepped back just as much. She didn’t trust anyone, but then again she didn’t know anyone either; and this feline was the first creature she had ever seen that looked somewhat like her. She was curious, but she was also cautious, she had to keep her own tail safe in the end.
When questioned about the mansion, Regan lied again “Oh, ah, yeah. It’s a nice place.” she squirmed a bit, she hated to lie, but she didn’t want anyone to know the truth right now. She’d make her way over to the mansion that night, maybe find an open window to crawl into.
Regan noticed that the dog had lost all interest in them and gave herself a meek smile. “Seems the dog is bored with us now.”
Regan wasn’t sure what to make of the lioness, but seeing as this wasn’t her territory, she would respect the larger cat before her. Besides, she was spent from the hunt and shift, she didn’t have much pick up and go left for a battle right now.
She noticed the other feline’s tilted head as she shifted and then spoke. “Yes, I do speak.” she replied very quietly. Nervously, her long tail curled in front of her feet, they were shaped like human feet but covered with fur and had claws where the toenails should be. Regan fidgeted, twisting the bottom of her dark green tank top around her clawed fingertip, it was wet. Looking down Regan gasped as her top was rather soaked in blood, and so were her black jeans. She looked up at the lioness with shame in her eyes and looking so very embarrassed.
Regan kind of snapped back into reality as the lioness started to speak again. “Ummm, sure, I’m not sure what you mean by that though.” she looked at the badly mutilated stag and shuddered. “I’m staying nearby.”, she lied, her voice quivering as she said it.
The sun beams were dancing through the leaves as Regan walked through the woods solemnly. She looked down at the blood that covered her furry hands and her heart filled with dread. She hated that she had to kill in order to keep her feral mind at bay, and thus hated herself even more. “Monster…” she muttered under her breath as she continued along through the woods.
There had to be some place she could clean up. The sight and smell of the stag’s blood was starting to turn her stomach. She started scanning the woods for some place to wash up when a breeze blew through and ruffled her fur. The breeze carried the musty smell of frogs and reeds, there was a pond nearby. Regan followed the scent until she found the small pool of water and sighed, “Well this will have to do.”
She shrugged off her back pack and tossed it on the ground before she knelt down next to the murky water. She rummaged through her bag until she found a small hand mirror, sighing as she held it up to her face. Her fur was matted up with dried blood all around her mouth and pink, feline nose. Even her bright red hair was stuck to her facial fur. She tried to gently pull it free with a clawed finger but winced as it tugged on her cheek fur. “God, I’m a mess!” she exclaimed, her Irish accent was a little thicker than usual. She put down the mirror and dipped her hands into the cool water.
I would say either Jorge or Vincente would be interesting with Shamrock, their personalities would compliment nicely I think, but in the end it's up to you
I'm the newest cat on the block and I am eagerly looking for people to RP with, at this current time I have one open thread with Werecat, but will happily take on many more.
Regan is new to the city, she is shy, and at the moment homeless, living in the woods behind the mansion.
If anyone is interested in getting to know this kitten, please drop me a line or start up a thread!
Regan watched the lioness very carefully as she inched closer. She jumped when she had yelled at the dog, but was thankful she made it stop. Regan’s hearing was already heightened as it was, but as her sabre tooth it was twice that of normal, The insistent barking was like having a dog bark directly in each ear even though it was 20 feet away. Her eyes locked onto the other feline’s amber eyes with appreciation in them.
Finally starting to relax, Regan’s humanity was starting to take control of her mind. The beast was sated for the time being thanks to the belly full of venison. She was still very cautious and as the other feline stepped forward, she skittered back, keeping the distance between them. Slowly Regan’s massive fangs started to retract back under her lip and the bulging muscles under her fur started to look more normal. Her back popped and cracked once more and she shrank a little in size. Finally she slowly stood up, rolling her shoulders and neck around which allowed them to snap back into place.
Regan coughed a little and stepped back a few more feet, she was going to leave a gap between them in case she had to run, and in her normal state she was a distance runner. Unlike in sabre tooth, she was like a cheetah, a burst of impressive speed, but short lived. In the meekest voice that someone could muster, she squeaked out in a hoarse voice, “Ireland.” Her English was clear, but there was a hint of an Irish accent.
Regan watched as the new feline came out from behind the trees, she growled and let out a nasty hiss. Her emerald eyes watched the pair of creatures approach with caution, but when the dog started barking, she went right back into defensive mode. Her ears went back and she opened her maw, showing off her massive fangs. She hissed again and swiped her paw on the ground in front of her sending dirt and leaves flying. She had worked so hard for this kill and she wasn’t going to give it up.
Regan tilted her head to the side as the other feline spoke, to the onlooker she most likely looked like a confused animal, but the shred of humanity that was still in control, understood. She then let out a softer growl and a few murmurs before licking the blood from her face. It was an odd sight to see as her rough tongue really wasn’t effective with her sabre fangs in the way.
Regan realized that this creature wasn’t here to take from her and she slowly crawled back behind the dead stag to sit on her haunches. She still wasn’t sure about the dog though, because it just wouldn’t stop barking. Her eyes glanced at the dog and she nudged her head in it’s direction before looking back at the other feline. It was going to take a few minutes for her to calm down enough to shift back to normal, but as long as the sabre tooth side of her felt threatened, it wasn’t going to happen.
Regan purred and growled softly as the stag fed her empty belly, every bite calmed her. The stag’s muscular flesh was no match for her sharp, massive fangs. They easily sliced through the tough flesh like a fork cut through a slice of cheesecake. Each bite drawing her face into the bloody hole she had created in the stag’s side. Blood was all over her face, from the tip of her pink nose to the ends of her whiskers.
Regan’s heavenly meal was sudden cut short as her head shot up from behind her mutilated feast. Her ears flicked forward in the direction of rapidly crunching twigs and ground cover, something was headed her way. She sniffed the air, another feline, coming for her kill; but there was something else too, a musty smell that she couldn’t quite place. She slowly moved her front half over her meal, her paws covered in blood and dirt clawed at the ground, planting herself in case she needed to fight. Regan let out a loud warning roar, it sounded similar to a tiger’s, but it was deeper and lower, coming from her belly rather then her throat.
Her eyes darted around in the direction of the sounds and smells, her long tail whipped around angrily behind her as she waited to find out what was really coming.
It had been a few days since Regan had a decent meal and her stomach was getting very angry. She had been hiding in a patch of woods, figuring that she would find some creature to make a meal of eventually. Her mind was starting to get foggy from the lack of food, she needed to hunt, and she needed to do it soon!
Sitting down on a rock, she tossed her back pack onto the ground and started to unlace her boots. It was time to give in to the beast and she couldn’t have anything on that would slow her down. Standing back up, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Her eyes shot open as the scent of a stag was in the area and she was going to catch it!
It was time. Hunching down onto all fours, her back popped and cracked as she started to take on her saber tooth state. Her small frame started to bulk up with muscle as her fangs extended from under her upper lip. Her already large claws extended a little longer and she dug them into the soft ground beneath her. She let out a low growl as her heightened senses picked up the scent of her prey, the stag was close.
Regan’s ears flicked around wildly, picking up the faint crunch of the ground fodder cracking under the stag’s hooves. Her emerald eyes darted around the woods, finally spotting her prey, she took off after it at full stride. Her enhanced speed didn’t give the stag much of a chance to run, it barely turned around before Regan pounced on it. Digging her massive claws into the stag’s shoulders caused it to scream out, but it wasn’t for long. Regan slid her massive saber fangs into its throat, and with a quick movement of her head, snapped the stag’s neck. They tumbled to the ground but she didn’t release the stag’s throat until it stopped moving and the life drained from its eyes. Releasing her catch, she made her way around to its tender belly and started to devour her meal.
Character's full name: Regan (last name is unknown) Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Shamrock Gender: Female Age: Unknown but looks about 20. Date of Birth: Unknown, but she celebrates on March 17th, St. Patrick's Day (mm/dd/year) Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Dublin, Ireland Nationality: Irish Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Unknown as she is covered in fur. 24/7
Appearance
Hair color and style: She has bright fire truck red hair that comes to the nape of her neck in the back and gets longer as it comes forward. She parts it down the middle, and her bangs are quite a bit longer than the rest of her hair, they are a few shades darker red in color. Skin Tone: She is covered in fur, she looks like a white tiger but her stripes are green like a clover. Eye Color: She has emerald green eyes, they are slits like a cat's eyes. Height: She's roughly 5 foot 6 inches. Build: She has a lean toned look, fit and athletic. Visible mutation: She looks like a white and green tiger, she has feline ears on her head, claws, fangs and a 6 foot long tail. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: She has multiple earrings in each ear and a belly button ring. Other features: She has a slight Irish accent, but speaks proper English.
Everyday clothing style: Regan is usually in jeans, combat boots, and either a tank top or corset in various shades of green. If she goes out in public, she covers herself from head to toe and tries to only go out at night so as not to draw attention to herself. Uniform: She's doesn't have one at this time, so she's usually in her normal clothes. Sleepwear: Tank top and pajama pants, or shorts. Miscellaneous clothing: The odd time she will wear yoga pants if she's working out, or a bikini for swimming.
Character
Personality: Regan is very shy, her physical appearance makes her very apprehensive around others. She is very friendly once she gets to know someone and can be quite goofy. She acts like a cat a lot and gets very embarrassed when she gets caught. She is also very protective of her friends. Hobbies/ Interests: Regan likes to spend time outdoors and she likes to grow plants. She likes to lounge around like any cat would, but she also likes to work out and keep herself in top shape. Job or part time job and description: Gardner/Groundskeeper at the Mansion. She also works as the front desk clerk at Colt's Auto Shop. Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Regan's biggest fear is not being accepted, that she will always be alone because of how she looks. She does not like to be out in public view and tries to avoid it as much as possible. She considers herself to be a monster, she isn’t proud of what she is and of what she is capable of doing when she is in her saber tooth state. Regan is also afraid of her saber tooth taking over her mind permanently, if she isn’t able to feed and rest, the feral instincts take over completely and she would go on a rampage, killing and feeding on whatever, or whoever crossed her path first. Special talents: She has a special touch for growing plants.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Regan does whatever she can to be a good person because she sees herself as a monster. She protects the defenseless, obeys the law, and strains to keep the small amount of humanity she has in control when the saber tooth wants to take over.
Mutations
Mutation description: Regan is a cat in every way. She has fast reflexes, speed, heightened hearing and vision. Her added abilities that make her unique is that when she gets angry or upset, as for when she's fighting, she shifts into a saber tooth state. Her fangs extend into long, extremely sharp saber tooth fangs. She is stronger, faster, and her claws grow longer. She runs on all fours, and heals faster when in this state, as well as slightly increasing in size and muscle mass. Regan is unable to speak when she is in this state as she is in a feral mind state, she can understand what people say to her as long as she keeps her humanity in control. Strengths: She's got all the strengths of a cat relative to her size, and her added saber tooth strengths when she is in that state. Weaknesses and Limitations: When Regan is in her saber tooth state she cannot always think like a person, she becomes feral and primitive, and it takes someone close to her for her to focus and listen effectively. Otherwise she will just protect what she feels like she needs to. She can tend to lose focus on the task and chase off after something or someone if she is not able to keep control. Also being in her saber tooth state for extended periods of time, more than an hour at a time, will leave her exhausted and starving, making it harder for her to shift back to normal until she can eat and rest. At that point, the saber tooth will take over her mind, making her completely feral and causing her to feed her basic survival needs.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: All the physical abilities of a cat, these are doubled of what a human of her size could do. She then has the added abilities of her saber tooth state as listed above, which are then again doubled from her regular form. Fighting Style: Regan fights like an animal, on all fours, clawing and biting. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Her weakness with her fighting style is that when she is in her saber tooth state she thinks like a primitive animal, she acts on feral instincts and that can leave her getting tricked or lured out of the fray. She also has no ranged abilities, so if she cannot get within close range, she can’t do much damage.
History Of Your Character Regan was born in Ireland, but she doesn't know when or where. She doesn't remember much about her past as she spent most of her young life in her saber tooth state because she lived in the wild. A man named Shamus O'Malley found her one day while he was walking through the woods just outside of Dublin. He managed to win her trust over by bringing her meat every day. Shamus took her home and named her Regan, but kept her caged up and charged people money to see the "Cat Child" at his home and at the various faires and side shows that rolled through the area.
After years spent locked up in a cage, a very rich man from America came to see her, appalled by the way she was being kept, he bought her off Shamus and smuggled her back to America with him. He never told her his name, but he taught her how to read and write, and to be a proper person. Regan spent her life with this man she only knew as "Father", and when he died she was forced to make her own way. All he left her was some paper work to state that she was an American Citizen, but she has no idea if they are real, or well made forgeries.
Regan gathered her few things and ventured out into the woods once again to fend for herself in the only way she knew how, but now she just wants to find some place to call home and be accepted. She wants to show the world that mutants do not need to be feared because of how they look. With mutants coming out left and right, she decides it's time to find others like herself and finally live her own life.
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: I googled for X-Men RP boards and found it. Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No Sample RP: Regan stalked through the woods with silent foot falls. She was watching the rabbit nibbling on grass shoots with great interest. Her feline ears flicked back and forth, twitching to the sounds of the forest. Suddenly a loud crack of a stick breaking underfoot startled her. Looking back at her prey, it too had been spooked and was gone. She let out a low growl and sniffed the air, the sweet smell of her friend on the breeze made her smile. "Thanks a lot Bob, you just scared off my dinner!" She raised a quirky brow and shook her head at him "Looks like you are buying tonight!"
