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.
I'm updating and bumping this up to catch some attention. I have entirely too much free time and muse on my hands, and need threads to spend it on! So for those looking or interested, feel free to request one of my two characters for some MRO brand fun.
Sylar is the dangerous, semi-feral and possibly cannibal sewer boy who spends his nights robbing stores and creating trouble wherever he goes. He has few friends and many enemies (mostly the police) but can always use more of either! If you wanna brew up some way for your character to bump into a horrible alien monster boy, lets plot!
But more importantly, I have this Dragon, and he's a God, so you must thread with him. What's the point in owning MRO's own Dragon mutant and not having threads to lord over.
Anywho, get in here and plot some shenanigans with me! (But hurry, because Mati is always trying to hoard all the shenanigans for herself!)
The in ability to see Tses, to know where her body and warmth were, to know there was something he could attack if he needed too was really bothered Sylar. He had that uncomfortable feeling in his gut, the fear that this was a situation he could lose, and that made part of him want to bolt off into the darkness rather than risk some fight just to put Tses in her place. But he wasn't going to run from her, no Tses was the one person he refused to show fear or anxiety too, he wanted to win this little rivalry he had. His tail pulled back, swaying back and forth behind his back, like an impatient serpent ready for it's meal.
Tses took a moment to go off on another of her insulting monologues, accusing Sylar of being a dog. You know, Sylar had realized that often times his encounters with others involved food bridging the gap, so this whole dog comparison was sort of insulting and annoyed him. " Serena is an exception to an otherwise far darker life I live. I put that leash on myself for a reason Tses, and it wasn't to be anyone's pet. No, it was to keep me from turning into a waking nightmare. You ever look at another human being, really look at them and think how good it'd taste to rip out their throat, and drink the blood as it bled out? To rip out someone's guts and devour them? That's what I have leashed Tses, because of people like Serena." Sylar didn't care if Tses tried to rat on him, or repeat his words out of context to try and strain his and Serena's relationship.
All he cared about was making this girl afraid, afraid enough to learn some manners and common sense, afraid enough to respect that Sylar wasn't to be messed with. "I had you at my mercy down there in the sewers, I looked at your unconscious body and held back. And even though I restrained myself and yet I still have to put up with you because of Serena." He hated that Serena was friends with this girl, Serena was a fantastic person, how did her tastes in friends get so skewed as to put up with this girl's attitude. "But more than me, you really should respect that I'm not Serena's dog, cause someone else is in charge of me. And he doesn't like you." Sylar knew how Roach was, he took a little too good a care of his friends and employees at times, especially when they didn't want or need it. And Roach would have never asked about the person who injured Sylar if he hadn't been planning on something.
This peaceful but strenuous dialogue couldn't continue much longer, what ever Tses was holding back for couldn't last forever Sylar figured. Eventually one of them would make a break for it, or strike first.
She asked why he was upset, so bothered by his simple mistake. But it wasn't simple to Sylar, his entire body was a weapon, he could push too hard and punch his claws right through a person, or lose his temper and break something or someone, having so much feral strength in the hands of someone who was still essentially a child was terrifying, and Sylar still wasn't comfortable enough to let go and explore that part of himself. "I'm scared of it, of this thing. When I don't pay attention I'm smashing through walls, or tearing something to shreds. Losing control...is an issue for me." Keeping his distance for a moment, he thought about Megan's words.
Mistakes were a natural part of life, to teach a lesson was their main role. But what happened when you weren't a natural part of life, what happened when a human mind was piloting a monstrous predator, a creature that could wreck the frail human world around it at a moments notice. Could he make simple human mistakes then? Were they no longer human error, but monstrous in nature? That's what bothered him, when he made a mistake now, it was way worse than it should be. "It's kind of why I lived in the sewers for the past couple years. Down there I didn't have to worry about other people, hurting them or worse." Escaping was Sylar's default answer, the animal instinct that had taken over his personality since he was 12.
"I just get a bit freaked out around other people. Sorry to over react." He apologized, feeling bad for having screwed up when she asked him to do something so simple. He really did need more experience with people, so stuff like this wouldn't rattle him so much.
Megan's story was starting to sound an awful lot like Sylar's personal fear, the idea of losing yourself to a craving and doing the unthinkable. Part of him wondered if Roach feeding him meat from the fridge was a way to temper his appetite and eliminate those dark craving, but it seemed Megan had gone through he worst experience and had done something with no conscious choice in it. She was stressing, unsure of how to explain it or to ask him about it. The moment her hands slammed into the table though caused Sylar to freeze up a bit, like a startled animal.
Megan's powers were odd for Sylar, the boy having never seen how spiders were, or the wondrous things they could build out of silk. The most he knew about them was they were something many people were afraid of, and had a different smell than bugs. "That sounds...stressful." Sylar wasn't really good at comforting others, even if Megan was going through an experience so similar to his own. "But...you know that's kind of what I go through all the time. I mean I'm always turning more and more into...this monster." He said holding up one of his armor clad arms, the plating shining beneath the light. "And I have the craving too, for meat." He put emphasis on the word, since they both knew what kind of meat they were talking about now.
"Besides, maybe you just killed a guy? I mean that's not uh unusual for you?" He tried to say in his best attempt at a comforting voice, one that wasn't really sincere at all. "Are you sure you actually ate anything? I mean..." Sylar didn't like thinking about this situation, the mere thought of it stirred the beast in his gut, making it hunger for the same scenario. "Did you wake up with a carcass, or half eaten bits?" The only reason Sylar knew what would be at the scene of such a crime was because he'd thought about it so often, feared it for years now, and was always looking for the signs of losing himself to the dark hunger for human beings that was within him.
She talked about the richness of flavor and the nuances of cooking, which Sylar did appreciate. But his condition also gave Sylar basically an animal's preference for food, meaning if you put food in front of him, he would eat it. And the flavor often didn't matter, as hunger was the best spice of all. Taking the plate offered by Andrea, Sylar almost couldn't hold back from going at it like a ravenous dog. However he did take a moment to observe the bone given to him. Normally when presented with raw meat, the bone happened to be beneath it and suffered his wrath, it was odd to be present with a cooked bone.
She explained it was a custom and a sign of respect, giving the best portions of the meal to the guest. Kind of felt weird to be treated like a friend or guest of anyone, considering how Sylar looked and acted. "Oh...uh thanks...I guess." He sniffed a bit at the bone, the fragrance far different to that of raw meat. As Andrea began to eat her meal like a civilized human being, Sylar took a moment to grasp the piece of bone and snap it like a twig, making the marrow easy to get at. It had a pleasant aroma and the taste wasn't bad either, though it didn't slow him down for long before he was picking up pieces of meat to eat them.
"It's good." He managed to mumble in between chomps of food, his stomach elated to have prepared food to digest easily as opposed to his usual diet of junk food and squirrel meat. "I don't eat with people much, and family dinner wasn't really to be enjoyed when I was a kid." He said, bringing up the memories of dinner with his parents, the two of them seeming more tired and distant at every meal, the stress of him seeming to drain them at every turn. As he ate, an odd behavior arose in Sylar, his tail beginning to swish back and forth, like an excited cat.
Being blind often made conversations awkward for Sylar, his inability to read facial cues or body movements often meant he took things at face value based on the words alone. In this case he had failed to miss that the topic at hand itself was making Megan uncomfortable. Megan mentioned she didn't eat much meat, a sentiment Sylar remembered her saying before. The first meal he'd had with her and Roach actually now that he thought about it. "Oh right, I remember you saying that before." He confirmed, as Megan went on to redefine the question.
The type of meat? Oh like beef or chicken, or...oh right Sylar, you'd recently come into a very unique taste for meat that Roach was mostly behind catalyzing. "Oh...you meant this meat." Sylar sort of mumbled aloud, his mind cluttered for a moment as he was suddenly reminded about the bad habit he was able to indulge in here at Roach's place, that dark lust he kept hidden from his friends but couldn't help but indulge in. "Well um...I think I'm a bit of a special case." Sylar was trying to find the proper way to explain that his craving for flesh was basically as natural to him as everyone else's craving for food was.
Then Megan took a moment to surprise Sylar again, declaring that she'd eaten someone. "Oh...um...uh..." He stopped for a minute and took a breath, Megan was a far tougher person than Sylar, and though they weren't friends, their relationship was at least close enough that she was reaching out to him on something he knew better than her it seemed. "So you ate some of the meat in the fridge or...?" He questioned, curious as to how Megan managed to eat someone, considering her usual stance on meat consumption.
Sylar managed to resist the growing hunger in his own stomach and sat his meat down on a plate, leaving it on the counter and turning his attention to Megan. "Or you ate something still kicking?" He wouldn't have expected Megan to assault someone to eat them, but considering Roach regularly ate people, and was pushing Sylar ever so slowly into the same territory, so perhaps Megan was prone to this dark urge as well, it might explain why Roach kept the 3 of them in the same building.
She must have just been staying in her room the past few days, a similar pattern between all three of them lately it seemed. Though Sylar was used to being alone so the feeling didn't bother him so much. He wasn't aware what had caused Megan to become a shut in the past few days though, his own personal experiences with meat tempered by his innate lust for meat because of his mutation.
She began to call for attention, her words hanging in the air for a moment though before the girl seemed to just explode from her chair and make a rush for the garbage can. Sylar froze, her sudden movement surprising him as the sound following her burst of movement making him even more anxious to be in the room with her. Girls were already trouble, and mutant girls were catastrophes, but Megan just suddenly vomiting in his presence? Who knew what land mine he was about to step on. "Uh...you ok there?" He mumbled the question he'd been asking repeatedly, watching as Megan emptied all the odd food she'd just been eating right into the garbage, to which she responded that she was a bit sick...,Obviously.
"I see, sorry to uh hear that." Sylar said, feeling really weird having watched and listened to the girl throw up, and yet his own stomach was still gurgling angry at him. Sometimes being a glutton was kind of gross he thought. The question she brought up next though, was quite out of the blue. She pointed towards the meat he was holding, questioning how he could eat it. Well raw meat certainly was difficult to consume for most people he figured, his mind completely missing the actual question. "Well...ever heard the saying hunger is the best spice? When you spend a few years basically always hungry, eating raw meat eventually just doesn't bug you anymore." He said staring at her awkwardly.
A lovely moment followed, with Sylar's face showing he hadn't realized she was referring to the type of meat, and that if she wanted the answer she'd probably have to confront the idea of cannibalism directly, something she was surely loathe to do.
Sylar wasn't sure at all how to feel about this situation, he'd hurt the girl and she was laughing about it. He guessed she was alright if she was choosing to laugh at his awkward response as opposed to being furious with him. As her hand came into contact with his, he applied the lightest bit of pressure with his claw. Though this was more than enough to pull the girl back to her feet with the strength of a full grown man. Roach did seem like the type of person who would put you into mortal danger, and see the humor in it before anything else. "Why am I not surprised by that?" He responded as Megan was once more standing on her feet.
She then proceeded to laugh more at him, causing Sylar's face to remain flushed instead of returning to it's usual tone. Sylar hadn't really been laughed at before, at least not in awhile and that laughter had always been malicious, not ever friendly. He wasn't sure what to do, just sort of stuttering. "I...I don't...Er..." It was sort of irritating to be laughed at, and called cute, words which he'd never associated with fun or compliments, leaving him just embarrassed and bothered. "Control is an issue for me ok!?" He shouted in response, his mind reaching the limit of being able to tolerate her harmless barb at him.
He backed away from her, and was prepared to head back to his own room and seek solace beneath his bed. "I don't like making mistakes." He mumbled, still apologetic and embarrassed by the mix up. The entire scenario was fairly humorous though, considering Megan probably wasn't aware that Sylar was still just a kid.
I really do want some interaction with a police officer and Sylar, his history and biography should make him a seriously wanted burger/mugger lol. Especially since Evelyn already used up his "saved a lost little girl" card to save him once.
And yeah, Sylar generally creates situations where people poke their noses in and regret it when the strange alien monster drops down from the darkness or roof tops. :3
Growth Summary: Sylar's mutation has developed a new and terrifying ability, a specialized hormonal toxin that forcibly burdens his prey with a crippling fear of Sylar himself. The toxin does this by writing an increasingly powerful phobia of Sylar into the brain's neural network corresponding to the amount of venom within the bloodstream.
Time frame and lead up summary:
Sylar's body goes through "growth spurts", which are phases when like reptiles or insects, Sylar's mutant body grows and he must shed the old human remains to reveal it. These spurts don't take much time, generally Sylar just finds somewhere to be alone, and takes about 15 minutes to break off and shed his dead flesh. More important than the growth of new armor though is his new organ, a venom gland. Learning about this change will take some time, as he has no conscious control of it. As venom production begins to affect the people he interacts with, Sylar will slowly begin to realize something is going on. It'll probably take a few months to really get a grasp on what has changed, and what this means, that is unless some event comes up where he injects someone with a major dose of venom, which would speed up the process. So overall the time frame of this growth would probably take anywhere from one to three months depending on how he interacts with others.
Growth Description:
Exoskeletal Growth: Sylar's body goes through growth periods every so often, and it's usually the result of new armor grown and ready to replace part of his body. In this case, Sylar's body has grown new armor for his face, a shoulder pad on both shoulders, his arm, and his waist. His chest, back, front of the face, and the top half of his legs remain normal though.
Predatory Dread: A hormonal Neurotoxin
Sylar has grown a new internal organ, a venom gland which produces a very unique type of neurotoxin. This toxin is composed of various compounds, but most interesting is the hormone in it that forcibly inserts a "thought" into the victim's mind. This thought is a phobia of Sylar himself. The toxin itself is secreted from grooves along his claws, as well as grooves and the blade itself of his tail sort of like a scorpion. The toxin is nonlethal, and it's effects aren't permanent either. Depending on how Sylar infects a person with his toxin determines it's incubation period and duration.
Breathing the venom's vapors from the environment, or a small nick from one of his claws wouldn't leave much in a person's system, taking up to 20 minutes before any reaction is show, and would only linger for the rest of the day after that person left the area it was in. A person directly cut or stabbed by Sylar though wouldn't be so lucky, suffering much more powerful effects after much shorter time, a direct wound only needing up to 5 minutes to reach a critical mass and cause intense phobic reactions.
This fear works by using neurotoxic compounds to inhibit normal brain function, and forcibly insert a fear into a person's mind. This fear is a phobia of Sylar himself, that ranges from mild paranoia such as hearing voices or sounds, seeing movement in the corner of your eye, or feeling watched. This effect is the first stage to show up, and generally the only one to show up from very mild doses. The more powerful and crippling effects of this toxin are a full blown phobia of Sylar. Profuse sweating, extreme paranoia, adrenal overload as the heart pumps faster and faster, all of this can leave a person frantic and confused, or crippled on the ground in the fetal position. Either way, standing up to the phobic ideal of Sylar as the Boogeyman would be difficult, even for the toughest of wills.
The effects of a large dose of toxin burn faster than a minor dose, but can last up to three days if a person was seriously wounded. The effects also grow worse in the presence of Sylar, him physically being there seeming to stress the reaction people have to the toxin.
The other interesting thing to note about Sylar's venom is that it can linger on surfaces for a time as he digs his claws in, leaving a weak pheremonal trace behind that can infect people who breath it in. The toxin is quite mild in this state, and a person could only be affected in an area Sylar frequents quite a bit, like the sewers where the dampness and lack of sunlight are perfect conditions. Above ground in the light and wind, the toxin wouldn't last even a minute.
Weaknesses: This toxin is potent and powerful, but again it isn't lethal in any dosage by itself. It's affects also depend on the constitution of the person affects, someone with a powerful immune system or mutant ability to resist poison would have milder effects compared to say a normal human. And a person's ability to face their own fears can also allow them some resistance to this phobia, but in the end it's a chemical reaction so whether you run screaming from him, or stand to face him. You will fear him.
Generally women were peckish and ate little, at least that's how Sylar always remembered his mother around dinner. Though he didn't really care whether eating a lot was seen as masculine or feminine, gender didn't play much into his thoughts at all really most of the time. He did realize though that he probably sounded a tad greedy. "Er sorry, I tend to over eat when I can. Sharing definitely works." He finished hoping to recover her image of him before she realized the boy was basically just a freeloader who took what he could when.
Andrea's thought about wanting to know him seemed odd, nobody had wanted to be friends with Sylar when he was a child. The blind timid kid was nobody's definition of fun, especially since back then he didn't even have all this monstrous additions to spice up the conversation. He spoke back, his voice flat. "I don't know about that, I was a very boring kid. Nobody wanted to be friends with the blind boy who was afraid to start a conversation." Sylar wasn't fond of his childhood, or really most of his life. Always alone in the dark, unable to see what everyone else did, unable to embrace their world and with nobody wanting to visit his. That was the one thing about mutation he did enjoy, for all it's darkness and danger, changing into this gave him a way to connect his world to theirs, to bridge the gap and find a place. Even if that place...might be terrifying to everyone else from now on.
Ah, so Andrea was always a mutant it seemed. Sylar hadn't changed till a few years back, which had changed everything just as adults always said puberty did. "I wanted friends, and I didn't even have this as an excuse as a kid." He said chuckling somberly. "I didn't change till a few years back, when I ran away from home." He explained his circumstances, an orphan or a runaway, or a vagabond, whatever term you wanted to use it applied to Sylar, he was a loner through and through. She changed the pace of the conversation though, asking him if he wanted the bone. It felt kind of weird to admit he could eat it, especially since his bite pressure could crush it into edible bits unlike most people.
"Er yeah, I can eat it. It's good for you though ya know?" He said in response to her statement about the flavor. Sylar's taste buds had become somewhat skewed with his mutation, anything protein tasted amazing to him now, compared to vegetable matter. He waited patiently for Andrea to finish her plating, trying to maintain a semblance of manners.
Sylar thought he was doing it correctly as he felt the resistance of Megan's body against his hand holding the patch, that was until Megan was face planted into the floor. The girl cried out as he over did it, and he was quite sure she'd be pissed off at him. Great way to ruin what little respect you were getting Sylar. The girl righted herself as she fell, and turned to laughter as the girl questioned what the hell he was doing.
Sylar sort of fidgeted and wasn't sure what to say in response. "Er sorry sorry! I was trying to make sure I held the thing right cause you know the claws..." Sylar's usual hallow voice was quite timid at the moment, his tone entirely different like the boy he really was beneath the monster, his mask broken by embarrassment and guilt over hurting Megan. "And I mean you said pressure, so I pressed down...it's really hard to know how much to push. I'm...a lot stronger than I should be." Sylar's face which was usually pale and hidden had a rare blush of red to it as he moved forward a bit. "Here, just let me help you up." He said offering his hands, though this gesture might not seem all that inviting considering the mistake he'd just made in trying to help.
It was frustrating to be built so powerfully, your body designed for the lifestyle of some big predatory cat or other monster, but to be contained in the human form. The human body was odd, so frail and weak, and designed around their limitations made someone like Sylar, who had enough force to lift a car or smash through a brick wall with ease feel sort of like a kid stuck in a world of cardboard. Generally that didn't matter since he was a loner, but when dealing with friends or acquaintances? Led to often very humorous but unfortunate situations.
Megan definately seemed bothered about something, the girl lacked her usual presence and confidence and it sort of made Sylar feel weird. He was never the dominant presence in a room unless he was in "monster" mode, so he decided to ask about it. "You uh...sure you're ok? You seem a little...off today." He said holding up a piece of meat, cold to the touch, but plenty ready to eat after a little warm up in say the microwave, or even just some hot water in Sylar's case.
However Megan seemed to quickly divert the question to Roach, who had been a tad absent as of late. Sylar moved slowly towards the sink, pondering what might be going on in Megan's head. "Er no, not really. He's kind of been hands off lately, so I've gotten a bit lazy I guess." Sylar said in response, realizing himself that his current overabundance of nap time was oddly comfortable but probably not healthy for him. He'd have to go out tonight and really stetch his legs with an old fashioned city raid for a nice dinner.
The meat, feeling the warmth of water quickly became more pliable, and bits of blood began to leak out into the sink, the soft scent of iron escaping into the air. That smell alone got Sylar's stomach to really stir and his mind to wake up, the smell of blood was the ultimate spice. Every predator knew that smell, that taste, that need, and it always got their blood pumping. Sylar took a deep breath, his hunger finally taking over as the boy turned to face Megan once more, wondering what she was up to. "I could say the same about you too actually, haven't seen you much the past few days." He finished by taking a big chunk out of the meat he was holding, that wretched sound of tooth tearing flesh taking over as his speech went silent.
