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?
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Ryoga respected the power of names, the Japanese culture already put more emphasis on naming children after various feelings and ideas, and in his case both his Mother and Father had given him strong names. So a mutual feeling of interest seemed to spark between the little girl and the Dragon. Victoria seemed quite confident in her claim of being sturdy, making Ryoga wonder just how tough someone so small could be. The girl struck a pose, and the dragon smirked, or at least as best he could. His face made it difficult to perform the usual list of human emotes with his face, mostly left with the ability to sneer or growl.
"To look small and yet be stronger than the largest human. Mutants are most intriguing." He mused aloud, remembering his life in Japan. Rarely did Ryoga interact directly with his followers, but there were instances when someone needed divine punishment. And the showing of just how strong Ryoga is, was more than enough to quell any behavior his Father didn't approve of for quite some time. Ryoga's might was enough that a flick of his wing or tail could shatter the human form and end their life, like a child playing with dolls was the difference in might. "I would be interested to see just how tough you are. I am already aquainted with how frail the humans are." He finished, his fiery eyes locked onto Victoria as they continued to chat.
The man whom Ryoga had sensed approaching was unlike the usual children who approached him, their minds enticed by the idea of meeting a fantasy monster straight from their books and movies. Instead it was an adult, a man who came at him looking quite annoyed and surprised as Ryoga stirred. His body, warming up beneath the sun began to move, his head hovering above the ground as he glared down at the man whose name he did not know. As usual, the manners of American's were perfectly non -existant, but Ryoga had grown used to their manner and let it slide.
The man questioned what he was supposed to be, and Ryoga spoke in return. "I am Orochi, and what I am is a God." Ryoga spoke with supreme confidence and moved into returning Saph's question back to him. "And in return I wonder who you are?" Ryoga asked, his tone uncomfortably arrogant, even when speaking a polite question. Ryoga noticed the man was holding a weapon of some sort, a bar of iron? Ah, a crow bar he realized, more a tool than a weapon, but equally useful at both roles. "And I wonder if our conversation is going to be less cordial than I'd prefer." He said, the size of his eyes making it easy to see when his vision briefly turned to the weapon and then back to Saph's face.
It seemed Sara approved of that Mansion Ryoga was living at, a smile pulling at her feline face as he explained his situation. She spoke of the Mansion with regard, as did his own Mother. "Mother believes in that Mansion as well, she's convinced my time spent there will lead to some revelation or lesson." Ryoga however was entirely convinced he needed any lesson, Gods were not children, and even by human standards he was already an adult. Though in reality his mentality was severely immature. "However, I'll admit that place is certainly unique. So many of your kind, cramped together but not at one another's throats." Ryoga refused to acknowledge his status as a mutant, so his statement may have come off as offensive, though he held no disdain or mistrust for mutants.
The cat girl went on to explain how she came to own properties, and refuted his belief she was of wealthy background. "I see, a clever purchase if you knew how to make use of them." His cult, which was something like a Yakuza gang back home also made use of cheap properties, they could be fixed up and made into places of business...or used for less than legal issues that often came up behind the scenes of man's world. Ryoga cared little how his followers aquired or made use of the things they came upon, so long as in the end he was always content.
Sara continued with her train of thought, moving back to the Mansion and discussing something called the Danger Room. "Danger Room?" He said, his Japanese heritage sneaking out of his mouth as he pronounced the words slightly off. "Is that some sort of space set aside for the mutants to use their abilities?" He questioned, suddenly curious to hear about something at the Mansion he knew nothing off. "I saw no area that seemed altered or damaged when I explored the grounds." Some of the mutants certainly had dangerous abilities, such as a friend he'd made who claimed to create explosions. But if Kaitlyn went around exploding areas or objects, he was sure he'd smell the conglagration, or see the damage. Where was this Danger Room?
Life was certainly interesting here in America, the dragon God mused as he sat atop his makeshift home. It was only a short time ago that he'd been smuggled into this country, cut asunder from his opulence and cult, left to survive on the generosity of strangers. And though the hospitality of his home country was supreme, he'd been surprised by his time here in America. Though these mutants were haughty and full of disbelief, they still accepted his presence in their world. He'd have to show them some gratuity when he established himself here as a God as well.
However, like with most days, his agenda would begin with his morning meal. Though the term meal could only be applied to Ryoga loosely, his divine body needed no nutrition like that of the mutants or humans he towered above. Ryoga needed not but the morning sun to warm his form to last the day. Sitting atop his earth-craftedShrine, a smallish addition to the Mansion grounds, constructed solely to deal with his size issue, he looked like some magnificent piece of art, his charcoal gray form looking as if cut from the stone itself.
Much like reptiles, Ryoga would sit for a period of time, content to do nothing but absorb the rays of the sun, metabolizing the radiation in ways human science could barely comprehend. And this also gave him time to sift through his thoughts, Gods were not creatures of speed, their mind contemplating things on a far grander scale than mere mortals did, often taking hours to finalize his musings before beginning his actual day. Though his morning nap was cut short as he noticed the presence of another near his home.
Lifting his head slowly, like a fabled dragon sleeping atop it's hoard only to wake when a hero approached. He looked forward, waiting to see which of the mutants that lived on the Mansion grounds had come to gawk at him, or question his divinity this time. Rather than speaking, Ryoga mere took a breath and snorted, waking himself from his sun induced slumber.
Ah, she was probably referring to how some cultures resort to looting, and terrible violence in the face of fear and uncertainty. "Humans become such impulsive cowards in the face of fear. But they are short sighted, I wouldn't expect much more from them." He said in response to her thought, though Ryoga also knew that his own people, the Japanese were not as prone to such frailties of character as American's or Europeans were, another sign that his blood was of better lineage than any other.
The girl used the word cult, but quickly retracted the statement for fear of incurring Ryoga's wrath, though really he didn't care what term people used for his congregation. The mainstream world always referred to religious change or differences as cults, as if the insult would stop a true new religion from rising up. But Ryoga was no volcano loving alien overlord from space that another cult loved to embrace, no he was a real God, a creature beyond the scope of nature. And of course in the face of a creature proclaiming Godhood the girl would question why? What makes you a God to be respected?
Generally he'd take offense at being questioned at all, but Kaitlyn was not your average human, mutant, or even little demigoddess. No, explaining to her a reason why he was more than just a beast was within the scope of reason. " Father is far more silver tongued than I, and his words often draw people in to see me, before my presence seals their opinion. But a God should be able to prove his greatness all alone." Ryoga took a deep breath, his body flushing with oxygen as he took a more impressive stance, standing up and presenting his body to hold her attention. "Some men worship power, others praise intelligence, but more than any physical aspect of my form, the fundamental aspect of my nature, something you cannot see is what makes me truly unique."
If Ryoga wanted to, with his massive size and maw full of teeth he could easily devour any creature on this world, but he didn't need to. Food was for mortals, Ryoga fed upon something far more elemental. "You of all people know the power of the atom, having seen the aftermath in another future. Now tell me, what could be more powerful than such a frightening weapon? What about the creature that feeds upon that weapon like man feeds on fish?" If he could grin, he would be, because talking about his greatness always brought the egomaniac joy.
"I feast upon energy, whether it be electrical, radioactive, or simple force. A basic aspect of existence serves as mere food for me, and no other creature can do as I do." He said, puffing up his chest with pride as he proclaimed himself one of a kind.
The easiest way to appease an arrogant Japanese God was to play at his manners and love of sycophancy. Both girls quickly chimed in with respectful tones and apologized, which distracted Ryoga from any real irritation or annoyance, instead leaving him focused on just engaging the city for the first time. "And I apologize for imposing so much. Mother was quite set in coming to America at a moment's notice, I"m sure my presence is quite unusual to your usual routine." The dragon said, an odd statement from him, an apology in return for theirs but at the same time you could taste the pride leaking from it. Evelyn offered to show some of the city while they waited upon transportation, a fair suggestion. "Mother seems to think highly of this country, but I shall see for myself. Lead on Miss Evelyn, Miss Amelia." The dragon finished politely, ready to follow the two girls as they chose where to go.
Amelia then went on to bring up one of America's greatest if not the greatest idols, the Statue of Liberty. The dragon turns to look where Amelia had pointed, and though his eyes were quite large, his vision was basically the same as a normal person's so he had to squint as well to make out the speck of light she alluded to. He'd like to see this statue in person, the way America's idolized the giant female holding a torch reminded him of the olden Gods of his own culture, people finding peculiar objects and building a shine around them, turning them into Gods that brought fortune and favor. This Statue of Liberty was the same, built of simple materials, and shaped in the form of a woman it managed to evoke many feelings for any who saw it.
Ryoga knew the feeling of evoking emotion in his subjects, so he was curious to meet what he considered an American "God". "I would like to see this statue up close at some point. I've only seen pictures of it before." Ryoga commented to Amelia and Evelyn.
Ryoga could see the girl's sudden change in mood, memories were always to be valued, but sometimes the things they held were not to be enjoyed. And in this case, not only could Ryoga imagine the horrors of a world after an atomic war, but he had seen them in person. "A dreadful power, my Grandmother survived the blast. But that weapon burned the very image of her kimono into her flesh, and others it simply turned to ash. I can imagine that world held something you wish not to relive." The dragon lifted himself from the ground and turned a bit, inching himself deeper into his den and further from the cold outside.
"You are not without power though are you little one? Your ability coupled with experience makes you a far more interesting individual than most of the mutants I have met." Finding a more comfortable spot temperature wise, Ryoga sat back down on his legs, and like a statue watched the girl. " And though you lost your patron deity, it's not as if this world is without new Gods. After all, you've just met me." Ryoga looked at her, curious where this relationship with this unique little mutant would go.
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There was no convincing or breaking of Ryoga's logic when it came to his assumed Godhood or uniqueness, so Sara gave up on that fight, and moved onto different topics. She asked about his housing situation, and offered to house him instead, discussing his rather unique circumstances when it came to a home. Ryoga's size made it nearly impossible to interact with most human structures, save those built for animals or for him specifically like his entire home in Japan. He reigned in his tone, and responded respectfully. Whether or not a person offended you, when they offered their help free of cost, respect was due in return.
"Thank you for your offer Neko, but my Mother wished me to live at that Mansion specifically, believing it was important for me. I shall wait and see what they can come up with to house my form." It seemed some mutants with unique abilities with controlling the Earth and wood were being tasked with building room for him, which he had also demanded have some Japanese styling to fit his culture. He wasn't offended by her mentioning his size, it was simply a fact that Ryoga was large and heavy, far more than any human on Earth. Their structures simply couldn't accommodate him. It seemed the cat girl owned multiple properties though, she must be wealthy.
"In Japan, my home is a large piece of land, a mansion of it's own built upon an old shrine ground." He loved his home in a Japan, a home built out of a shrine for an old God, now housing a modern one. So he hoped the Mansion could accommodate his request for Japanese styling. "To own multiple properties here in this city though, you must be somewhat wealthy." He questioned, curious as to how a mutant woman would come to own land in a predominately human country still.
What an impressive ability, to raise the dead was a power from every religion and mythology around the world. However Ryoga silenced his thoughts as Kaitlyn continued her story. Ryoga's eyes visibly reacted when she explained this Sebastian cared not for worship or respect. To have this much power and not demand the respect deserved was truly odd, that type of humility beyond Ryoga's arrogant mind. "What an odd man, to have no sense of pride when gifted with such ability." He said interrupting Kaitlyn briefly, Ryoga was born special, born powerful and born a God. Respect and worship were to be expected, at least that's what his Father had planted into his mind.
Apparently this Sebastian even created his own pantheon, passing immortality around as he saw fit. Though it seemed Kaitlyn's story lacked an ending she liked, as she showed disdain for someone named Oracle. The dragon glared at her, his interest never lost for a second. So someone saw a bad end for this Sebastian's plan, and set up a plan of his own to put an end to it in hopes of preventing disaster. An honorable idea at it's base, but arrogant as well, to assume you knew what was best based simply on a vision. The girl seemed truly bothered though Ryoga could understand, the idea of being "used" was absolutely disgusting and infuriating, a feeling Ryoga would never again let happen to him.
Ryoga had kept mostly silent as he listened to Kaitlyn's story, his respect for her, and his love of stories holding his tongue in check. But the idea of nuclear war finally got him to speak, talking hold of the conversation. "A nuclear apocalypse, such a thing has only happened twice before. Perhaps that world would have spawned another Dragon." Ryoga mused aloud, knowing that nuclear radiation had some form in creating him, he could feel it deep in his bones. The warmth and power of atomic fire flowed through his veins, and it seemed through this child. Kaitlyn was intriguing to Ryoga, and that meant he was going to keep an eye on her. Whether that turned out good for Kaitlyn, or if she approved would have to be discovered later.
"Your life is certainly fantastic Firecracker, like one of the epics from an ancient culture." Ryoga was complimenting the girl, her tale feeding his deep seated love of tales and stories. He lowered himself down to her level, his fiery eyes reflecting her image as he observed her. "Though you are not a Goddess, perhaps you are instead the hero of this tale, unaware of your greater destiny." He was playing Kaitlyn up a bit, in return for her story and proper respect for the Dragon God. Time travel, divination, nuclear apocalypse all of these things wrapped up into one little girl's life was certainly something he'd always remember.
He spoke softly, thanking the girl for her time. "Thank you, your story was certainly unique." He wondered though, how the girl felt after all that, all that intrigue and drama, did she prefer this life, or the one she held before. "But tell me little one, do you miss that life, or do you prefer the present before you now?" He questioned.
Following Kaitlyn's example, Ryoga sat as well. Though he was unable to sit the customary way a Japanese would, instead setting atop his feet and putting most of his weight on his rear, his wings folded in and planted on the ground in sort of an outwards v shape, his attention focused on her. She began her tale with a man named Sebastian, certainly a more interesting name than most. However much more interesting than his name was a life long enough to have personally met Greeks of ancient myth, Ryoga was already impressed. When the annals of time passed and this world was long behind him would his future servants be amazed he'd met people of this era?
"He could raise the dead?" Ryoga interrupted the girl at this point, the idea of being able to twist the life of a man and both kill and revive him was certainly something of note. He even felt the pangs of jealousy deep down, no such miracle was within his power...yet. This girl was certainly an interesting, her life filled with things straight from the fantasy worlds of literature. To think she could have been the catalyst that spawned an explosion just like the one that lead to his own birth.
As always, Ryoga's words were well received. But of course they would be, the praise of a God was worth a person's weight in gold. Or at least Ryoga valued himself that much. A sprinkle of Japanese in her words brought some joy to the dragon as they began to converse. His mother tongue was far preferred to the English he had to speak with most here in New York. "Victory, a surprising wish for a daughter. Perhaps you're father wished for you to be strong." The dragon thought aloud, before explaining his own name. "My Father chose it for me. It means Great Serpent, though you could consider it another way of simply saying Dragon." His Father had personally believed Ryoga was a reincarnation of the great Yamato no Orochi, an 8 headed dragon deity. "He believes me to be a God of Destruction and Wrath." The dragon explained, his words powerful and loud.
But of course he was unique, this modern era was filled with various peoples, technologies, and mutants of all powers. But a God was always a step above, especially one such as a Dragon, the most magnificent of divine beasts. "Indeed, I am one of a kind. But I have come to see that this city of mutants is unique as well. Each of you is vastly different to one another." He was still curious what made the girl a mutant. She seemed like nothing more than a frail little girl, another of the various humans whose soul purpose was to serve some greater purpose, such as his own. But there was more to mutants than their simple human facade.
So this school welcomed children of all ages, Ryoga had seen adults and teenagers, but it would be surprising to see children here with such wondrous powers as the others he had already met. The most powerful statement Victoria had made to Ryoga so far though was her last. Such a simple phrase, but it made him think quite a bit. She did not break? Could something so small truly not be broken? He lowered head and glared at her for a moment, his eyes unable to see any signs of strength or power in someone so petite. "You do not break? Interesting, your form is little Victoria, and the human form is so frail to begin with. Would you not break from even the mightiest blow?" In his mind he wondered how her power worked, what if he smashed her with his wing? Would she not snap in half like any other mortal? Though he imagined it, he had no intention of harming her.
The feline woman tried to make a persuasive argument against his Godhood, but she didn't seem to understand that the dragon's faith in himself was inbred from birth, beaten into his heart by a Father determined to use him to make a place in the world. "Take away my wealth, worshipers, and the temple and I am much more than a mere mutant. I am a creature of power and divinity, whose presence alone can cowl mortal men. The difference between us is vast Neko, while you accept yourself as part of their world. I was born outside it." His voice was proud, overbearing, and maybe a little aggressive. But it wasn't that he wanted to fight Sara about the topic, Ryoga truly believed in his own status as a God, and his ego refused to acknowledge any doubt in it.
Cats had been worshipped or idolized in many cultures though, so it wouldn't strike Ryoga as odd for her to claim to have been seen as divine before. He couldn't imagine the authority being called on him, like he was some common beast or criminal threat. Though his penchant for destructive power was real. A walking ton of primal fury meant Ryoga was one of the most dangerous organisms in the city, country, maybe even the world! "And I do not make habit of disrupting the natural state of humanity. Just as I expect respect from those beneath me, I respect the authority and order of their world." It's funny how basic cultural differences were, sure people followed the laws in the US, but the Japanese took order and structure to a serious level above what any would consider the norm here.
Greetings and names exchanged, a perfectly polite start to a conversation. Manners were important to the dragon, his own culture quite caught up in them. Besides her manners though, Ryoga noticed the girl's name. Victoria, a regal name, a feel that Ryoga could empathize with. "A lovely name." He complimented, sure the girl would be quite thrilled to receive the praise of a God. As he lowered himself to her height, he noticed the girl showed no fear or intimdation on his part, keeping her gaze right on his. Impressive for a child.
Odd for a girl to remain up during the late hours, though Ryoga spend nearly all of each day awake, his unique metabolism requiring little to no sleep. "You seem young, odd that you would stay up during the night." He commented, unaware that the girl's mutation gave her a unique lifestyle as well. Her secondary comment however got a chuckle out of him. "I do not mind, it is natural to look upon me. I am like none other." The dragon's pride oozed out of his words, his superior view of himself and his own mutation quite evident.
Ah, again a reference to the Tolkien dragon. It seemed this character was the first to come to mind here in America, a famous work of literature that Ryoga was familiar with, his collection back in Japan containing the works of Tolkien. "Tolkien's Dragon, I know this character. A proud, powerful creature." He mused, his own status as a dragon letting him empathize with the character as sympathetic as opposed to just his villainous status. "My Mother asked me to come to New York, she believed there was some valuable lesson to be learned here." It was odd, such a large and powerful creature, with delusions of Godhood, and yet still respectful and mindful of his human mother. Though Victoria didn't necessarily know his mother was a Human considering Ryoga's form.
And what of this little girl? What purpose did Victoria have here at this Mansion, a home for those with powers beyond the norm. "And you Victoria? What makes you different than the humans?" He asked, curious as to what the girl's power or mutation was.
Like many others he'd met here in New York, Sara quickly questioned the dragon's Godhood. The ego naturally present in American's was mildly irritating Ryoga had come to find. "Perhaps here in your country, without my servants and church around me, you might question it, but even by myself I am far more than any mere human!" He spouted, yes this trial was important. What would the God be without his worship, without the servants he had grown accustomed to. Even without them he was no man, no mutant, he was a Dragon! The catgirl adjusted herself, seemingly irked at Ryoga's attitude.
But he didn't care, if he had to prove his power and majesty to every mutant in this city he would. He would return home after such an acomplishment and prove to his Mother that he was truly destined to rule like his Father believed. But it seemed learning patience with the ego and skepticism of this country would come first. He snorted at her claim that someone might call on the authority to deal with him. "I am a guest here, a home being built for me even now at that large Mansion on the river. Besides, I am not an animal." The cat woman mentioning animal control was somewhat humorous though. "Why, did someone call animal control on you?" He asked a bit spiteful.
So far her company had been enjoyable. Ryoga generally didn't care who was around him, he always expected to be the center of attention and the object of devotion, but this little girl had her own interesting story to tell. And here in the states, his personal hoard was lacking, not of gold but literature, stories were what he chose to gather. And a little Goddess girl who traveled through time? Perhaps she would make a fine addition to that collection some day. His own mind lost in thought for the moment, he nearly missed Katilyn speaking up once more.
He laughed a bit, a powerful bellow that rumbled out of his throat. "Of course they stare, I am a God!" His pride swelled as he again took to the dramatic role as he conversed with the girl. "They look at me in awe, respect, fear! And I relish it, though the Americans are an arrogant race of men I've found. It's surprising how many of them question the divine." Or straight up fight against it like that awful bone woman. He couldn't smile at Kaitlyn, but he did assure her of his favor. "And you little one, are pleasant to spend time with, Your story must be quite fascinating." Then she asked another question that made him laugh.
His eyes narrowed a bit. "Every man wants the favor of a God, but in my home it is honorable to give before receiving. My Father garnered favors in exchange for others, and all of it was for and because of me." He bragged about his home and cult, which in Japan even rivaled groups such as the Yakuza, with goals as lofty as eventual rebellion in Japan. But he refrained from explaining how all that paled in comparison to the hold his Mother held over him, and her part in placing him in this country, right here in this little den with Kaitlyn.
