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's anger was unstable, a boy's confused rage and not the usual monstrous control that caused him to scare people, and though it made it hard for him to think, part of him knew something was odd about this situation. He'd scared Evelyn before, hell he'd nearly assaulted and tried to eat the girl at least twice, but was he really this scary when angry? Could he be scarier shouting than when he was all claws and hunger? His mind was conflicted, trying to process anger and confusion together and just ending up with a jumble of emotion.
His tail swished back and forth angrily, like a cat fed up with it's owner, the snake like growth only making the entire situation worse as the two fought against themselves. However one action broke the haze and gave Sylar a moment of clarity, Evelyn swung something at him, some kind of weapon and she'd raised it against him. The boy hissed in surprise, she'd actually swung at him! Evelyn wouldn't do that, this girl lacked so much common sense that she kept coming back to meet Sylar, a stupid boy who was a danger to anyone and everyone around him, and yet she came back again and again.
The boy found a path through his anger, to speak as a friend for a moment. "Am I that frightening? You've never swung at me." The boy's voice was hallow, nearly as intimidating as his monstrous growls and hisses, and had a coldness too it that could send a chill down your spine. But it wasn't that Sylar didn't care or feel for Evelyn, no he was sure something was going on here. He tried to think back to that image he'd, visions of the monster Sylar wore atop his flesh as it struck out at her from the dark.
Was she reliving those moments? When the monster was in control and Sylar was lost within his own mind? His tail stopped, curling a bit as the boy stepped forward once more. "What did I do to you Evelyn, this isn't how I scare people."
Sylar wasn't sure what was going on, but he couldn't hold on to his anger anymore, because it was entirely pale in comparison to what Evelyn was feeling. She was scared, she was absolutely terrified, and Sylar doing his best monster impression didn't even elicit this level of terror.
Sylar might be a little short in stature, but the armor plated flesh and tail often did most of the work for him when it came to intimidation. Intimidating a dead girl might prove more difficult though, especially when her cold flesh was bordering on invisible to the boy's eyes which only saw the world through it's heat. His ears however, were also powerful and could pinpoint the girl's voice immediately, letting him know whatever it was was standing some distance before him. Sylar pounced forward, landing where Emily had been just a moment before, the boy crouching low like some sort of alien.
He slowly lifted his head to look at where Emily was, though he couldn't quite see her, her body easily matching the ambient temperature around it, but the boy's sullen face hidden by crimson hair and his hoodie still looked for her. He growled a bit. "I can hear you..."He paused as his nose wrinkled, and the boy realized that putrid aroma was this person herself. "And lord can I smell you." He wasn't exactly sure what to make of this situation, but that long dead scent completely turned off the boy's usually dominant predatory mind.
His eyebrow wrinkled next as he stood up once more, revealing that he was quite the lithe man, almost feminine in stature. "What you haven't heard of New York's Boogeyman before? More importantly what are you, you smell awful." Sylar said, his voice flat and emotionless, the boy easily able to wear his mask against this dead girl. Either this person was wearing some sort of anti-Sylar camouflage, or she was a mutant. And Sylar hoped it was a mutant because someone walking around smelling like a corpse freaked out even Manhattan's own monster boy.
Sylar had covered the area right outside his junction lair, but didn't find anything of note save for some of the rats. He wasn't a fan of the little rodents, but they tended to avoid the big sewer predator and his lairs for fear of being eaten themselves, so he expanded out. The rain in the world above was distorting his sense of hearing by creating tons of noises to pick apart, making it difficult to pinpoint where anything unusual might be, giving Shelby time to tred deeper into the darkness she should have been avoiding.
Sylar dashed down a tunnel, crossing an intersection some way ahead of Shelby, his blur of movement just enough to catch your eye in this darkness. Being blind meant that the light of a camera wouldn't give Shelby away, but her body warmth, far higher than the area around her would, but for now Sylar hadn't noticed her down the tunnel, the sewer predator still checking out various parts of his tunnel network and leaving his lair unguarded for the moment.
However his ears caught sometime at the last moment, a tunnel away from where she was when he heard words. Words meant a person, and people meant trouble. The boy growled, his alien hiss echoing into the tunnels as he turned and prepared to take a peek at who had dared to ignore the various stories that kept people out of his tunnels. "They never learn." He said as he doubled back towards the source of the sound.
The sewers of New York had been home to a monstrous creature for years now, though in recent months he'd spent avlot of time top side as well, but the various discarded food items, and claw marks throughout the tunnels were evidence of Sylar's presence, though in the musky darkness of the tunnels it was unlikely Shelby would notice much of these signs. Sylar had dropped into the tunnels, and bolted off toward one of his lairs, a junction where he kept spare clothes and stored food like some sort of animal in preparation for winter.
The boy stood and stripped the wet clothes from his form, his armor chilled from the damp cloth as he swapped into another outfit, a loose fitting shirt, sleeves torn from his claws and a fresh pair of jeans. The tunnels were silent save for the sounds of his movement, and a distant echo of a thump. Had something fallen down into the tunnels? He wondered if he was just being overly cautious, but he'd check out the area to make sure nothing unexpected was coming up.
Sylar could move at speeds putting Olympic athletes to shame, so he could traverse these tunnels in the blink of an eye, but he wouldn't know where the intruder was till she started making noise to alert him. So for now it became a sort of survival horror game, a girl looking for answers or a killer photograph, and the possibly flesh eating monster boy who was now crawling around the tunnels, his super human senses just looking for a trace of the girl's scent, heat, or one misplaced step.
Sylar's life had been entirely too stressful lately, too little support when he needed it and far too much chaos. Things just seemed to go from bad to worse now whenever he made contact with anyone, like his touch had suddenly become toxic somehow. So with his mind clouded, he easily made the mistake of being conspicuous on his raid into the city. He'd broken into a grocery store, and absolutely destroyed a few aisles worth of food, filling his gut with a mixture of chilled meats and junk food before bailing into the city.
Bursting out out onto the streets from his crime scene, the rain pelted him heavily, dousing his already mangy attire and leaving him very uncomfortable. "Yeah, of course it's still raining" He mumbled to himself as he stood on the sidewalk, gazing down the street towards the alley he'd come from earlier. His attention was splintered and distracted, preventing him from realizing a certain girl would be able to see a monstrous silhouette in the rain drizzled darkness, his tail thrashing about and sparkling in the street lights.
It was too far to just head home from here, so he'd have to spend the rest of the day at a lair, which meant it was time to head back down into his world. Sylar sprinting off, dropping to all fours as he ran down the empty sidewalk and turned the corner into an alley, knocking over a garbage can as he did, leaving a bit of a trail as he made it to the manhole, his claws digging into the steel and stone to pry it from the street. With a heavy thud he tossed it aside, and dropped down into the stagnant darkness, fleeing into the network of tunnels that he'd grown up in the past couple years.
Which left an aspiring photographer to question just what she'd seen, a monstrous creature fleeing off into the night, or an easy e that just happened to fall right into her lap?
Sylar generally tried to break into corner stores or markets to hunt for food, but being blind sometimes made it hard to distinguish one building from another and could find Sylar smashing his way into a store that sold nothing of value. In this case, it seemed he'd stumbled into some place that just dealt in metal ornaments, jewelry. These things were entirely alien to the boy, his gender and lack of sight leaving no interest what so ever for shiny metal and rocks in the boy. The boy dropped a handful of necklaces and jewelry as he heard a sound from outside.
It was too early for cops to show, and the voice rang out like it was the owner of this little shop. The boy clicked his tongue and turn to step out the hole he'd made in the door way. His form crept forward from the shadow, his alien features slowly coming into the street and moonlight as the monstrous boy spoke. "Run little human, I want..."He stopped when he realized no one was standing before him. But he was sure the voice had come from right here, his face staring down at Emily but unable to see here with his thermal sight.
He tilted his head back and forth a bit, scanning for a signature, that familiar human shape blooming with red and orange warmth, but he found nothing. All that was out here was the same bluish gray opaque world he spent his life in. "Where did you go?" He mumbled to himself, before he realized something else about this area. His nose was picking up a very putrid smell, like an old corpse. It wasn't that someone just died, but something dead had been here or was here. What the heck was going on here? Meanwhile to Emily, Sylar might appear a very confused alien monster wearing a torn up hoodie and some jeans.
Sylar was distracted, waving his claw before his dead eyes trying to see more of that beast Evelyn had shown him. That was a creature of darkness and violence, a predator. Sylar knew, he'd always known what he could be, he was the only one who could hear it's voice after all. But to truly see himself, the physical being that the others saw, it scared the human part of Sylar senseless.
Sylar turned when he heard the stutter in Evelyn's voice, that one moment of fear pulled him back from his delusion to hers. His tail stopped swinging behind him, like a snake about to strike as the boy's focus glued in to Evelyn. Defensive, anxious, fearful. "Do I scare you Evelyn? Afraid of the monster boy too?" His words were mean, a cruelty unusual for Sylar when he was with a friend.
He looked once more at the claw before him, a swathe of colors and amorphous shape, to Sylar's eyes he was still like them, the same shape of two arms, two legs, and a body. Sure he had a tail, but other than that most humans had the same form to his eyes that he did. But he'd seen the truth now, he couldn't deny or disbelieve it anymore. "You know deep down, your instinct knows just like mine does. I'm not a man, I'm the predator that drags men into the dark." He sneered, pulling his lips back from his fangs as he spoke, each of Sylar's human features seeming to melt into this monstrous personal as he finished his monologue.
He was angry and upset, his heart confused over what he'd experienced, just like any teenage boy he was struggling to find himself. And one of his few friends couldn't think straight to help him. Whatever God presided over Sylar was a cruel one indeed. "If you're afraid of me, then why do you keep coming down here Evelyn!? Stop taunting me, just run like the rest of them!" Sylar said, his words angry and emotional, breaking his usual timid demeanor as he stamped his clawed foot forward, trying to make Evelyn jump in fear.
Sylar continued to thrash about, his claws and tail destroying everything with reach, like a living buzz saw he left nothing but debris and slash marks in his wake before trying to stare where Noel had been. The pain from his eyes was like liquid fire splashed onto his face, but it was starting to be outmatched by the fury and anger in the monster. He couldn't see, his thermal vision was nothing but searing red, and even movement barely read at the moment, but he wasn't about to let her get away.
Sylar was a defensive creature, always trying to keep himself away from danger by scaring it off, or running if he knew he couldn't handle the fight. But this defiance from Noel had wound up his patience and the pepper spray had snapped it. Sylar was going to draw blood tonight, he was going to show her why the world called him a monster, it was time to hunt.
Sylar took a deep breath, his instincts taking over as his human mind began to dull out, his breath flushed through his nose as he tried to clear that burning sensation from his nostrils. Pepper spray wasn't so temporary as to let the boy hunt at his full capability though, his eyes were worthless and his nose couldn't make much sense of anything at the moment. But Sylar wasn't your normal predator, every sense put his human kin to shame, and that included his ears.
What improved his hearing was hard to explain, as no one had tested the boy to learn about it, but these ears could compete with bats even, and now he was focused on finding that infuriating girl. The timid boy that Sylar had been was losing more ground to this creature now in control every day, and Noel would struggle to escape it's grasp even when it was crippled. She was running, frantic and fast. "I will find you human!" Sylar howled into the empty room, before rushing forward, stumbling a bit as he could only use his ears to navigate.
Sylar blind with rage, and lusting for vengeance would be a truly terrifying experience, and the running and excitement wouldn't be good for Noel, especially since a dangerous toxin was circulating in her veins.
Sylar wasn't sure if Evelyn was sick, or having an adverse reaction to being present down here in the sewer, a place she had no good memories of he was sure. He was completely unaware of the reaction his venom was having on Evelyn, coupled with her own intuitive abilities. He could hear the shakiness in her voice as the girl fell forward and caught on the boy's arm.
Sylar's flesh was coated in a sort of skin tight armor, mutated flesh fused with plates of hardened carapace, but it was still his skin. As the girl's frail human skin brushed against his alien epidermis, a lightning quick reaction took place, the girl's powers forcing a signal straight into the monster boys brain. Like a flood blasting you in the face, Sylar's brain was bombarded with information it had never processed before. Sylar tensed, his entire body freezing as his brain overloaded.
The simplest of vision concepts, shape and color were easy for everyone else to understand, something they didn't even think about as they went through their lives. But Sylar had never seen, his eyes had been broken since the day he was born, even his mutation hadn't fixed the optic nerves or the various optic cells of his eyes, instead stitching a patchwork of mutant sensory cells atop them. But now his brain was fighting to process the visual information Evelyn was feeding him, a swathe of blurry and grayed imagery, shapes Sylar couldn't even comprehend at first, until her thoughts and feelings made sense of them for him to understand.
This feeling, this memory of creeping darkness wrapped around a ferocious creature of fang and fury, this intense feeling of dread, that fearful feeling of seeing your predator about to swoop down and end your life. That monster was Sylar, for the first and possibly only time he'd seen what he truly looked like. An alien creature, crafted from terror and darkness whose sole purpose was to survive, to hunt, to kill.
Sylar saw what fear looked like, and knew that he truly was a monster, even to his friend. The boy began to freak out, trying to break free of the spell holding him in place, his clawed arms pushing forward to throw the girl away from him. Free from her grip, he flailed about howling at the dark, his confusion unbroken. Blood dripped from the boys nose, hitting the cold stone beneath him before he fell to his knees. "That's...that's what I am?"
He questioned, trying to process those images he didn't understand. "I'm...that's a nightmare." He blinked his mutated eyes, his entire head throbbing as he tried to steady his thoughts. "What did you do to me!?" He screeched out at Evelyn, partly in rage, but mostly in confusion.
Sylar finally got the effect he wanted, though it had required Roach's name and none of his own little tricks for scaring people. Tses suddenly appeared in a way Sylar's various senses could pick up. Like a stealth vehicle suddenly popping up on a radar, she began to make physical noise as well as produce a scent. So she had found some way to become invisible to him, something he'd remember for next time as well as to inform Roach if needed. The boy turned his head, a rare and malicious grin pulling at his lips.
That feeling of fear, the heightened temperature, and smell of sweat beginning to form, all of it was a unique joy for Sylar. His body craved the flavor of fear, and every time he tasted it, a little more of the monster took over the boy's soul. "A man who shelters and feeds me, who provides comfort is a maniac? Are you so sure you aren't the crazy one Tses?" The sewer boy was talking directly too her now, his every sense glued to the girl's presence like a tiger staring down it's next meal.
His tail swished back and forth, the excitement palpable as Sylar got what he wanted right as he was about to give up on this little confrontation. She called him a monster, a word Sylar knew very well. He'd thought himself a monster since he began to change, his mother had called him one when she heard about what he was, a word that everyone used for and against him, no matter what the boy did.
A destiny that was inescapable.
His grin remained, perhaps becoming one of humor than sinister intent as he absorbed the girl's insult, watching as she began to flee. She would get away this night, but not before hearing Sylar's last words.
"I was always meant to be a monster. I'll save Serena from it, but who's going to save you Tses?"
Sylar turned, ready to leave himself, but let one last word pass through his fangs.
If she had pressed the boy for more information, had tried to learn about this Roach who had begun to care for and mentor Sylar, would Evelyn think him a friend? Was encouraging Sylar to give into his darker urges for violence and hunger truly the best plan for the boy? Or would she have pressed him to find help elsewhere, and tried to protect the remaining humanity left within her friend? Would it have given her any warning to that more sinister change in Sylar's mutation that was affecting her as they spoke?
The toxin had already permeated into Evelyn's blood stream, each breath she took drawing in more of the venom that was slowly altering her nervous system. It was a slow process, as the toxin was at it's weakest in the air, but as it began to pool in her amygdala it would enforce that growing sense of dread she was feeling. The boy's appearance might seem to grow more fearsome somehow, the darkness would slowly seem to creep forward with a life of it's own, but the worst was to come, as it would take time before the girl was truly envenomated.
However Sylar was unaware of the effect he was having on Evelyn, the boy entirely focused on speaking with his friend after a rough night. She did seem a tad distracted though, the girl taking a moment to answer his question, which wasn't completely unusual for Evelyn though, she was always a bit distracted he thought.
Serena was having issue with her powers? Sylar felt rather empathetic to that considering he'd just suffered his own powers tonight. Mutation was not a fun curse, or as interesting as some other people seemed to think. Being born into a life rife with fear and pain did not balance against whatever "power" you managed to get. At least not for mutants like Sylar, who were not even human enough to sneak through the day in the world above. Serena though, still looked normal, so Sylar didn't like the idea of her powers hindering her life.
"Does anything good ever come from this?" Sylar said, putting emphasis on the word this as he referred to mutation. Evelyn probably had one of the more useful powers Sylar had ever heard of, and even she always seemed to be running into streaks of bad luck with her power. Sylar said staring at Evelyn, before pulling his lips back a bit and licking his fangs.
...Did that happen? Because he hadn't actually done that, he had simply been talking. Instead Sylar began to notice something, a rise in Evelyn's temperature, the slight physical cues he'd learned to recognize since he'd become a monster. Was something bothering her? "Evelyn are you alright? You seem...off." He asked, his tail swishing a bit behind him, that serpentine appendage always giving a feeling of dread whenever it showed it's bladed head.
Sylar was getting seriously frustrated. Normally his raids went with little resistance, the monster mask doing most of the work to scare off the normals and leave him free to take whatever he wanted. His tail met with the girl's block, and he missed another chance to leave her knocked out though both were unaware what would come from that little cut Noel had taken to her back.
His tail was cast off, his body reeling the appendage back in as the woman made her counter attack to Sylar's aggression. Most people couldn't tell at a glance that Sylar was blind, mostly because of all the crazy monster parts he was adorned with, so the boy couldn't really tell what Noel was doing save for movement. She had grabbed pepper spray, an invention Sylar had little experience with though he was about to get more than a taste of the noxious compound. A blast of acidic mist hit him directly in the face, his hood and hair catching some, but plenty of it hitting his mutated eyes and causing an immediate reaction as his flesh cracked and bubbled in pain.
The girl's curt response was lost within the monstrous howl that escaped Sylar's throat as the pain took over. He mumbled some various obscenities as his claws reached up to clutch his face. His tail thrashed about behind him, smashing and knocking over anything still standing giving Noel plenty of time to escape in the chaos.
However she'd find herself in a seriously bad position soon. She'd been drawing Sylar's dark side out, and the burning pain in his eyes would leave the boy murderously mad and confused. But more important was the chemical reaction taking place within her body.
A dangerous toxin had begun to flow throughout her system, and it'd make surviving a night with Sylar a heck of a lot harder when it came to fruition.
Sylar tried to look up, his thermal vision a swathe of painful red leaving him effectively blind once more. "I'm going to rip you apart you...!" Sylar threw out a few more adult phrases, but his voice was devolving into a swathe of angry growls and hisses, his anger having boiled over along with the pain in his face.
The woman seemed to realize the folley of staying within Sylar's reach, as she quickly tumbled off and used her baton to defend against the serpent attached to Sylar's back. Her words began to blur as they made their way into Sylar's ears, the beast stirring and starting to dim his thoughts as the adrenaline took over his body. "You're wrong girl, the truth is that it wants to kill you. And if I do, this whole night is going to turn into a nightmare." Sylar's words were filled with an honest feeling of dread, because deep down that monster in his gut wanted to kill the girl and eat her. And if Sylar kept burning energy and getting drunk off adrenaline he'd truly become dangerous.
He needed to knock the girl out, grab all the food, and bail before she could taze him or find someone to help her contain him. He crept forward, his tail swinging behind him like an angry cobra, looking for a moment to strike. "I intend to leave here with plenty of food, but first I have to get rid of you." He hissed before stepping forward and spinning into a swing with his tail. If the blade could hit the girl flatly upside the head or in the gut she'd be knocked out and his problem would be solved. "Go down already!"
