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.
Sylar wasn't the same child he'd been in the sewers, even if he was afraid now he had someone he owed. Roach was helping him with his control issues, his hunger issues, and his social issues. He was hired as a guard, and it was time to guard something of Roach's. "I'm sure it isn't, but the way I do things...is unique." He told her, wondering how she'd react after seeing the things he could do when the blood began to boil.
Three men, two guns, got it. Sylar could focus in on these guys now, pick apart their sounds and smells from the rest. Gun's smelled atrocious after all, and their loud shouting was basically a give away. He didn't need to see them, because the inside of this building was now his own personal radar. "If I strike, there won't be a chance to shoot. You be careful, Roach'll be pissed if I let his woman die." Sylar says before crawling away from Megan and vanishing behind another aisle. This place was one big maze for Sylar to use, time to show the guests the labyrinth's monster.
Sylar crept down the aisle opposite to this gunman, listening careful to each step and matching it. So long as the man was moving towards the back, he wouldn't see Sylar make his way to the front. As Sylar made it to the front of the store, he peaked from behind his aisle, letting his eyes pick up on what they were doing. One man distracted with the register, looting cash into a bag of some sort, while the other was a look out, paying attention to the various people all cowering in fear. Sylar still wasn't comfortable with it, but he knew it was time to kill again. These were vile men, violent criminals outside of their own territory. If they wanted to steal, this was not the world to do it.
Sylar sunk low to the ground, his body moving at an impossible pace as his clothing dragged on the floor beneath him, he turned to stare at the man heading Megan's way. Hope she could handle him, cause Sylar was going to blow their cover in about ten seconds. Finally somebody saw Sylar. "Oh god, what the h*&l is that thing!?" But as those words hit the ears of the two thugs, the two of them turning to look at Sylar, he was already sprinting forward and in the air. A hiss escaped his throat as he passed the man with the money and pounced the one with the gun. It turned, trying to match Sylar's speed, but no human had home of catching the monster about to strike. His tail extended behind him as he dropped on the gunman his weapon unloaded, peppering some aisle with bullets as Sylar's jaws bite down into his neck, rendering his throat quite useless as fangs cut flesh and sinew.
The other thug wasn't going to have any luck either as Sylar's tail caught around the man like a rope, squeezing him and lifting him from his feet and hurling him into another aisle seperater with enough force to hear that lovely crunch noise as one of his ribs shattered. One man was already dying, and the other had just been smashed into a shelf full of metal and food. Now it was Megan's turn as Sylar pulled back and ripped a section of the neck of this man out, leaving him to gurgle his last thoughts. "Just try and scream..." He whispered as the first man perished, the adrenaline and heat filling Sylar's veins and waking the beast from it's slumber.
Andrea seemed truly terrified, the fear grasping her the same way Sylar had seen it grab normal people who crossed him during a hunt. But maybe it was more, generally he scared people with a menacing pose or the hissing noise he could resonate deep in his throat, she seemed to be utterly afraid of just his appearance even when he was acting human. The poor girl must be skittish by nature. She however began to explain that it was something more, perhaps he triggered some deep scar within her.
He spoke softly again, his voice not gentle, but not harsh either, a calm soulless tone, one that was used to being a creature of fear and accepted the response as normal. The voice of someone who couldn't blame her for being afraid, because he was scary by nature. "It's alright, you're not the first or last. Besides, we're all afraid of something." In her case, it was someone else, someone scary enough to sting at her from the recesses of her mind. In Sylar's case, his greastest fear was what lived inside himself, a burden he'd carry with him always.
She moved on, explaining her touch was deadly. Sylar didn't suffer from any sort of effect, but if she claimed it was dangerous, he'd believe her. After all, he was dangerous himself. "You and me both Andrea." He said, looking down at his hand for a moment, an implement clad in feeling-less armor and tipped with edges sharp enough to rend flesh right through to the bone, and further still. He clenched his hand tightly for a moment and then released, looking back at Andrea. "Seems we have something in common huh?" He said jokingly, letting his own dark thoughts dissipate from his mind.
It seemed Megan intended to defend this store, which surprised Sylar till she mentioned it was their territory, and directly under Roach's protection. If that was the case, it meant this store was under Sylar's protection, as Roach's bodyguard. His body tensed again, this time readying his thoughts and nerves for a differing course of action. Normally the boy would run, flee from danger, but he'd made friends now, and owed Roach much. Time to do his part.
His voice responded to Megan, a tone very different to what she might be used to from the teen. "If this place belongs to Roach, I'll have to do my job." He said with a grim determination. Deep down he felt the pangs of anxiety, of fear, these people had guns. But Sylar wasn't a human any more, he was a monster, and that meant he was far deadlier than any punk with a rifle.
Megan pulled some weapons from various places, apparently intending to do alot of the work herself, however she wasn't alone. Now she a living weapon to make use of. "There's a couple of them Megan, you should let me handle this." He offered, still concerned that she was basically an extension of Roach's territory as well, meaning he should probably keep her bullet free as well. Sylar reached and pulled his hood back, clearing any obstruction from his face, not totally for his vision, but to improve his image as intimidating. The best way to avoid being shot was going to be scaring these thugs, or disabling before they had a chance to react.
Sylar marched behind Serena happily, his mind temporarily sated with the food she'd given him. However he wasn't quite aware what Serena was intending for him as they moved in search of Tses, the girl he'd had something of a "rough" first impression with. As they walked through the Mansion, Sylar marveling again at just how large this place was, he spoke. "So um Serena, what exactly are we doing walking around? It's not that I don't mind visiting your home, it's really nice, Just the walking seems kind of aimless."
However a sound in the distance caught Sylar's words and stopped him for a moment. It was a brief statement, just a word actually but he could recognize the voice enough to start feeling nervous. "Uh Serena, you're not gonna have me meet that girl now are you?" Serena had talked about Tses quite a bit after she found him in the sewer and seen the aftermath of his encounter with the explosive lass.
Considering his lack of concern for lighting, Sylar refrained from turning any on, perhaps hurting his case further with Kaitlyn, but for now he just wanted something to drink. Kaitlyn asked about a bed, before quickly retracting her thought, an odd moment to hear. "Uh yeah, basic furniture should still be here. You should probably rest after running the way you did." He then walked off towards the bathroom, hopefully to find a working sink to drink from.
He might not be tired from all the running they did, but any sort of physical activity would leave you thirsty. He found the bathroom, and luckily a working sink. The water ran, the noise of it falling continuously as Sylar chugged at it like an animal was about all you could hear in the apartment. Nobody lived here, so it was sort of like a bad movie, the girl trapped in an empty building in the dark with a monster. Albeit one who had no interest in harming her, and really just wanted to be clear to return to his own world and forget about the possible danger associated with her.
It seems his appearance had a strong effect on the girl. Every part of her body was giving a signal of fear, the flush of her flesh, the sudden tenseness in her posture, the gasp that wouldn't escape her throat, she was terrified of him. And though maybe that hurt him somewhere in side, he'd long since grown numb to that complaint, simply accepting he was horrific. "It's alright to be afraid, I'm a monster. But I promise, I won't hurt you. We're both mutants." His voice was calm, but the tone contained the trace hints of sadness, the melancholy of disappointment.
Slowly she seemed to work through it, gaining some measure of composure again. She was concerned with him, as if she could do something to hurt him. She held up her hand like it was dangerous, a gesture Sylar wasn't used to. "Nah, I'm fine. Should I be worried that your glove tore?" He asked, realizing that tug he'd felt earlier must have been her glove catching one his claw or a piece of his plating. It wasn't out of the ordinary, just putting on clothes Sylar tended to tear them up, his body was clad with razor sharp edges.
He stared a bit at her hand, observing the normal looking shape, and the generic hues that colored a human hand, seeing nothing out of the ordinary like his own. "I think my hands are scarier than yours, what happens if you don't wear the gloves?" He asked in curiosity, unaware that Andrea's touch was just as dangerous, actually even more so than his own.
She ordered some items and then said they were moving on to grab other items, which prompted Sylar to think about sneaking into the back of this butcher section and go on a feeding frenzy, but that'd probably cause a huge scene, better to do what Megan said. "Er alright. What else did you need?" He asked as he followed behind her. She asked what else he ate, eliciting a sad response from Sylar. "Junk food mostly, it was the easiest stuff to steal." It was also about the only thing he could keep down in the sewers for any amount of time, moisture and muck were not good for food storage you see.
Megan suddenly blanked out for a moment, an odd situation for Sylar. He watched the girl just stand there, holding a can and not moving or speaking, or reacting to anything. "You alright Megan?" Sylar asked, raising his hand up to poke the girl in the shoulder before she suddenly came back with a profanity. He quickly pulled his hand back and became alert. Though she'd had an early warning system, Sylar could hear the signs of trouble himself now. Footsteps, gunfire, a scream, all of it immediately caused Sylar to jump and drop low to the ground, turning his head and focusing his senses on the commotion. Apparently somebody was robbing this store.
Sylar was usually the one doing the stealing, so being on this end of a violent robbery didn't sit so well with him. "Bad day for shopping it seems. We should bail Megan." Sylar whispered from his low crouch to the floor. The last thing he felt like dealing with was guns, or the idiot waving one around and opening fire so quickly.
Sylar have been given his title by a little girl he rescued over a year ago, and though you think he'd hate being associated with a child's monster, he actually kind of enjoyed the name. It felt more fitting to take a title for his mutant life style, than to remember his human born name, even if it was a unique one. Roach went by his name, and it seemed physical mutants in general renamed themselves unlike the normal looking ones. Andrea seemed unconcerned with it though, slowly coming to accept his presence in the room.
"I kind of like the name myself, a girl was the first to give it to me." He responded, seemingly unbothered by referring to himself that way, or being accused of not being very boogeyman-like. As the conversation went on though, Andrea seemed distracted by something in her food, like she had been at the start of this little encounter. The lights of the kitchen came on unbeknownst to Sylar as Andrea turned to speak to him and stopped dead in her tracks. It seemed she'd finally seen what he really was.
Her words fell flat as Sylar's visage became visible beneath the lights. A form too lithe and lean to really be a man, hands clad in obsidian armor with a fleshy appearance and fingers like knives. A tail curled behind him, long and thin like a massive snake but ending with a scorpion barb. But perhaps the worst was his face, hidden beneath a wet hood that held tightly to him, revealing only the bottom half of his face, and a mouth full of inhuman fangs, pointed and shiny as if to emphasize their deadly nature. If she hadn't believed him earlier, perhaps now she would. He smiled a bit, the sinister curl of his lips not helping his image for the moment.
"I told you didn't I Andrea? I'm the Boogeyman, took you long enough to look at me." His voice was calm and soft, not really fitting his appearance, but the boy beneath the beast. "Sorry to startle you again. Is something the matter?" He asked, his tail continuing to curl a bit behind him, the end waving about like a cat watching something curiously.
She didn't eat meat? How odd, nothing tasted as good as meat, at least to Sylar's pallet, but perhaps he was a bit biased. "The only greens I ever got were on hamburgers. Meats the only thing that settles my stomach." He replied. Sylar had indeed eaten dog, he'd also eaten squirrel, a few deer, and even a fish every now and then. If he learned about Roach eating cats he'd actually be upset, being the oddest example of a cat person around.
She alerted the worker to give her some samples, and Sylar had to will himself to stay back. With all this meat out in the open like this, he wanted to jump the counter and steal an entire carcass to go chew on. Off the bone was the best. The man seemed surprised at her request, but as usual Megan's strong personality quickly got her what she wanted. She handed Sylar a small piece of meat atop a tooth pick, which he quickly sniffed learning it's scent. It was similar to beef, but different as well. Perhaps it was the difference between a domesticated slave and an animal that could still hear it's instincts, but the scent quickly caused the boy to take the sample and eat it.
He licked at his lips as the small slice of meat slid down his throat. "I like it." She was right, the taste of the beef was strong, but the meat was more tender. This would probably be killer in a hamburger. Sylar gleefully took each sample she gave, sniffing it first to learn it's unique odor before scarfing it down like a snack. Lamb he especially enjoyed, very flavorful compared to everything else he'd had. "A butcher certainly beats what i"m used to for flavors in meat. Just get a whole carcass of this stuff." He said, his words not really fitting the excited attitude he had of a fifteen year old boy.
The girl Andrea seemed amused at his stated title. Most adults didn't believe in a boogeyman, but that didn't make Sylar any less real he'd found, nor his condition. "Doesn't make me any less real I'm afraid. Boo I say." He said in a voice so flat it made the joke funnier than if he'd tried to actually scare someone. "Nice to meet you as well Andrea." He followed up, his personality slightly more polite than usual thanks to the meal now floating in his stomach.
Their hands met briefly, though Sylar didn't tighten or try to grip her hand at all, his weaponized fingers making handshakes a very poor idea. It was still enough for a piece of something to catch on his finger though, a slight tug felt before it tore, revealing a threat he was entirely unaware of at the moment. With that the girl went back to making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, or at least that's what he guessed from the various smells in the air and the shape of the jars she was messing with.
Odd to be up on a night like this, late and made ominous by the heavy storm outside if you were afraid of the dark. Sylar couldn't see her blushing, but he could tell when someone was flushed thanks to his eyesight. He generally assumed such displays were anxiety or nerves as opposed to embarrassment. The poor boy totally indept at reading such things. A snake sniffed at Sylar's scent, a unique smell comprised of human and...monstrous components. "Afraid of the dark, but not the Boogeyman. Aren't you strange." He said, his voice not matching his scent or image either, Sylar the boy slowly transforming into a nightmare, but still very boyish at heart.
Megan seemed to find humor in his statement, but Sylar took his health quite seriously. He'd have starved over the past year or so if he hadn't paid attention to at least needs. The difference between starving and starved was quite real you know. "My sense of balance is...sensitive." He said in response to her prodding at his words. It wasn't that he cared about appearances, but his equilibrium, too much weight on the belly would throw off his style of movement. He didn't however laugh or go with the joke, a sign of his lack of social skills.
She began talking about alternatives to beef, which actually did perk the boys interest. "I've never had lamb...I don't think. Or bison. I've had dog though." He said that last sentence way way too seriously, revealing the fact that the best friend of man was no friend to the Boogeyman. He followed her inside the store, stopping for a moment as the environment switched from outside to interior, letting his nose and ears take in the various stimuli, including the overwhelming mixture of food scents. He nearly drooled but contained his excitement as he followed the woman along her shopping spree. His tail dragged low behind him, slithering just off the floor as he walked, a clacking noise following him as his feet touched the tiles of the floor.
They stopped at the butcher, and the smell of fresh flesh began to make Sylar's belly gurgle, a dark beast in his gut suddenly stirring. He looked at Megan and spoke. "The smell here is killing me." He mumbled, but he behaved...for now. She turned to look at the inhuman boy and spoke a line that might catch any other boy off their game, but for Sylar? It was just another question. She asked if he enjoyed his meat raw, to which he stated with a straight face. "Of course, don't you?" His tail began to curl behind him as he began to imagine a fresh meal straight off the carcass.
So she was a night person as well, not the most unusual thing. Sylar was up at all hours of the night so it seemed he only ever met the other night owls in the mutant world. "We're both night owls it seems." He said in response. The girl was definitely hungry, her stomach growling almost as much as Sylar's usually did when he was out searching for a meal. Which, speak of the devil followed his last sentence, an odd rumbling escaping his form as he refocused his attention on the sandwich he'd made.
Sylar munched away at his meal, fangs rending the meat and measly slices of bread to bits with an audible chomp as Andrea made her own sandwich from some jars. She explained she had quite the appetite, unusual for a girl Sylar mused. Though she was clearly a mutant, so that could be to blame. An odd mutant at that, her head seemed to be covered in warm snakes. Reptiles were cold blooded right? Was it because they were part of her? His mind wandered for a moment before coming back to reality to focus on her words again. "I'm always hungry myself." He retorted to her statement.
The girl jumped, startled by something. A moment later he heard the rumble in the distance, at lightning. Perhaps she was afraid of storms...or afraid of the dark creature standing in the room with her. She offered her name and hand in greeting, a gesture Sylar just sort of stared at for a moment. His face turned to Andrea, his eyes hidden beneath their hood and his mouth of razors only visible after the flashes of lightning, giving a grim image to the homeless boy. He extended his own hand out, a devilishly implement clad in black fleshy armor, and his fingers tipped with bladed edges. "You haven't. I'm just a hungry Boogeyman here for a snack. I'm Sylar." He said stoically.
Sylar just sort of stared at Megan for a moment after she claimed her statement was a joke. If it was, he had entirely missed it seemed. He moved again, shrugging as they walked further. "Oh, my bad." He apologized, unsure of how to respond besides that. She quickly refuted his offer to steal, which kind of surprised him. Roach was caring and protective of mutant kind, but generally viewed any action against normals as totally fine, so Sylar figured Megan would be the same way. Note to self, avoid showing off stolen goods around the house then.
She claimed he wasn't a pet, which was an odd statement. Sylar hadn't realized it, but being given a room, and all the food he wanted in return for guarding Roach and being his companion. He was kind of like a guard dog. "Dunno, pretty sure nobody else quite has a guard dog like me Megan." He said, returning her earlier humor with a joke of his own, though it came out flat from the boy's monotone voice. "I like red meat, but too much of it will make you fat. So I figure get some healthier like chicken or something." He mumbled in response to her offer to help him find meat from the butcher.
Sylar looked for any sign of pursuit, but all he could smell and hear were the usual culprits of the city life. For now, they'd gotten enough of a lead that vanishing into a building should be a sure bet for avoiding capture or chase. "I can't hear or smell anything out the ordinary, should be ok." He replied swiftly. For Sylar, this situation had nothing to do with trust, but mutual reliance. Whatever Kaitlyn had been getting into, he was close enough to be perceived with her, so he needed to avoid whatever was chasing her himself. He was in danger if she was, and now that he was going to hide her, he'd be fine.
However being taken to an empty apartment, hiding from anyone else, and all of that lead by Sylar, who was basically an alien monster with a possible taste for flesh? Yeah, for anyone else this situation was probably the kind that made people scream at the screen in a horror movie. Sylar crawled up the fire escape ahead of her, making it to the window on the apartment. Generally he'd smash his way into a place, but this was Evelyn's property, better to use some subtlety. He grasped the window and pushed it up, the locked window groaning as his physical strength broke the lock and forced the pane up against it's will. "I don't have a key, so the window is kind of the only option." He said without a hint of embarrassment or malice.
Sylar didn't eat mutants, or want to harm them, and though Kaitlyn looked human, she said she was a mutant, and for now Sylar bought that, and remembered the girl mentioning she could explode things. Better to play nice and avoid being killed was his policy. "After you." He offered, holding the window up for Kaitlyn, unaware the girl was having doubts about the situation now that the more obvious danger was out of mind.
Megan pointed out that Sylar and Roach were both prolific eaters, which for Sylar was very true. He spent a good three years basically being starved, so now his body went crazy when free food was presented, gorging until his stomach was swollen. "Er Sorry, I spent awhile being hungry so I get a little greedy sometimes. If it's an issue I could just go steal a bunch of stuff for myself though." He offered in return to her statement about needing to buy alot. The tone of her voice was...odd, almost reminded Sylar of himself when he spoke. That sort of robotic tone that hid whatever emotions you'd normally expect from people.
It was odd to hear Roach referred to as Greg, a sign of his and Megan's relationship Sylar guessed. "I couldn't eat Roach, he gave me the room and a job after all." Sylar's sentence included no sentiment about Megan, the boy entirely unaware how the statement could be taken. The warmth of the sun felt odd on Sylar's flesh. His human parts were so used to be cold or damp from living beneath the surface, and his patchwork of normal flesh and obsidian armor was far easier to discern under the sun, giving him a very awkward appearance. She asked him about protein to which the boy replied unsurprisingly "I like meat." Three simple words...with dark and sinister undertones sometimes.
"It was easier to steal meat or snack foods on my own, veggies were kind of a rarity." He explained as they drew nearer to this store. Sylar guessed the woman would just be grabbing a bit of everything and expecting him to carry it all back. He was basically Roach's goon which meant he was good for this kind of work right? Could he be called a goon now? Roach was clearly the head of some kind of organization with mutant ties, and he worked with the Sanctuary. Was Sylar working his way into the mutant mafia or something? He really needed to watch his step around these people, but as long as Roach liked him at least he had a home and fresh food. " I'll eat just about anything if it's meat, feel free to choose what you want Megan." His tail had begun to rise up off the ground again, swaying a bit as the boy got excited to get some food to gnaw on.
