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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Her captor stiffened, an action that had him inadvertently jerk his hand against her throat. The cut left behind was shallow, but did bleed a little. She squeezed her eyes shut but refused to budge a muscle. She wasn't a hero... she didn't have any killer moves to get herself out the the situation. She was a normal human girl who happened to do something entirely to reckless and stupid for her own good... and man was she paying the price for it.
The monsters threat did't fall on deaf ears though. No sooner had the words left his mouth and he quirked a dangerous looking claw in the drunks direction, the man lost it. He all but shoved Shelby forward toward Sylar, before turning to make a run for it. His buddies were both out of the count as far as he was concerned, and since it was just him and the girl he was more than willing to let her deal with her monster on her own.
Dropping to her knees, she ignored the small wound on her throat and instantly curled into herself. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I tried to tell them... I tried to tell them..." He had told her to tell everyone she came across to leave his sewers alone... she had tried to do exactly that. It hadn't really been her fault specifically that the people she'd happened to encounter hadn't been the nicest bunch, or the most willing to listen.
"I'm so so sorry." Surprisingly she hadn't cried at all yet. She was pretty good usually at keeping her emotions down and in control... well, when there weren't other forces at work, anyway. Now however, she was pretty much numb from the fear. She hoped that if she stayed small enough, apologized enough, that maybe... just maybe he wouldn't actually kill her.
A voice struck up from behind. A very familiar voice. Fear rippled up her spine and she found herself holding her breath again as she fought back a wave of sheer terror. The rational part of her brain surely would have been screaming out at her that she shouldn't be this afraid... not to the point that it crippled her. She should have been able to rationally think of an escape- she should have ignored the men and made a run for it rather than try and foolishly warn them. But that rational part of her was currently buried behind oodles and oodles of sheer unadulterated fear.
The monster leapt past her in a blur and suddenly the man who had been in front of her was gone. Instead he was on his back with Sewer-beast-man on top of him, while another unfortunate fellow was wriggling around trying to escape the terrifying tail.
She whined low in her throat, her mind gripping onto the monsters previous words an repeating them like broken record inside her head unmercifully. She's mine... she's mine... she's mine
She was gonna die.
Breathing was suddenly hard. Each intake a sharp, shallow gasp that was starting to make her chest burn. She was getting dizzy. shitshitshit. Her limbs tingled with fear and adrenaline. She could do this... she could escape! She just needed to get up and--
The sound of shattering glass broke her train of thought and drew her attention to the third man-- who was hushing at her. A hand was in her hair, gripping it painfully, and she was dragged flush against his chest with the sharp, jagged edges of a broken bottle nestled against her throat. She couldn't even fight him off since she was still fighting her own bloody body.
"Let em' go! Let em' go right now or I slit her goddamn throat!" Quite inebriated by alcohol and fear, the third man who'd taken her hostage had mistakenly assumed that when Sylar had claimed the girl as his that meant she was worth something to him, and he fully intended to use her as a bargaining chip to get his buds safely away from danger.
Shelby, on the other hand, wanted to scream at him that he was an idiot-- that the monster had just threatened to EAT her no more than five minutes before hand... and that his ploy wasn't going to work. Of course it came out as another weak whine, but beggars can't be choosers.
She'd be lucky to escape with all her parts intact, let alone alive.
She bristled at his words and her antenne stood straight up in rage. She jabbed a finger violently in the big lizards direction. "You think I wanted to come here? This mockery of a school where we can be caged and pretend to fit in with the rest of society? I was sent here because there was nowhere else for me to go! My mum died giving birth to me and my dead-beat sperm donor of a father didn't want anything to do with me! I have seen first hand how normal people act, how they treat my kind, and this wench's assignment is nothing more than a mockery of the problem at hand!"
Ouch. Wench. That was an unusual and harsh word. Shelby scribbled some of the rant down for quotes, making neat little side notes about how the loss of the girls family had clearly had negative impacts on her personal and social viewpoints.
The girl caught her scribbling things down and growled angrily. "You want to know what I think? I think this is a heaping pile of bulls&*%. We're not some labrat you pinkies can study. I'm not something under a microscope you can learn from!"
She angled a finger at both of them, one most people reserved for bad drivers and lawyers, and turned to stomp off.
Shelby watched her go with pursed lips, and tapped her chin with her pencil. "Well... that could have gone better I suppose... but i'm not entirely surprised." Her attentioned turned back to her...erm... godly acquaintance.
"Sorry she called you a big lizard though. It wasn't a very accurate comparison. Nor imaginative. He was more like a ginormous gilamonster. With a cool accent.
Scrambling on all fours out of the sewers, like some kind of rabid beast from the depths of the earth, she dropped onto the wet pavement and gasped for air. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath the whole way up. The panic still had a full grip on her- the fear that the monster behind her was going to crawl out after her ever present in the back of her thoughts.
She crawled forward on her hands and knees, fighting off a panic attack and the possibility of hyperventilating, when she finally noticed voices not far off.
No more than 40 feet away from her position stood three figures, men if she could glean any clues from the baggy clothes and slouched postures. There were huddled around one another as if the closeness would keep them any shielded from the rain, and their attention was now focused solely on the Ginger haired, wild eyed woman who had just randomly scrambled out of a man hole.
It was a curious sight, for sure.
"RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!" Even more so when she started screeching at them. Exchanging glances, the three men started toward her at a meandering pace. She wasn't in the right mind to recognize the bottle shaped, wrinkled paper bags each had in hand. Obviously, the three of them had been drinking.
She was too busy heroically trying to save their lives. Or so she thought. "NO! RUN! Don't come any closer!"
Her purse, wallet, broken phone, and other belongings came shooting out of the hole behind her, scattering around her in a tempting mess. Paper bills from the meager wad of cash she always had on her for emergencies glared at the men in the dim light, and they exchanged glances again. She wasn't making any sense to them, and from the looks of it they could score a little easy cash from her. The crazies were always easy pickings.
None of them really paused to consider where her belongings had come from so suddenly, or who had tossed them up. Fools would be fools, after all.
Her protests were quickly cut off when she realized they weren't leaving, and she couldn't get her legs to work fast enough to haul herself up from the ground. The first male who came close enough reeked of cheep beer and hadn't shaved in a week or two from the looks of it. He kneeled so he could look her in the face easier.
"Whats a pretty thing like you doing out here at this time of night? You been drinking doll face?" She sputtered something incoherent back at him.
"We could look after ya if you want." Another offered, his gravelly voice sickly sweet. "....Might cost ya though."
Her cheeks flushed a little darker and she fidgeted. "Eh... don't mention it. Money's not really a big thing, ya know?"
... Was that an appropriate thing to say to a homeless kid? Ohshit. "To me that is. I don't really place value in it. I... Iamgoingtoshutupnow."
She didn't reply to his comment about being a good luck charm. Mostly because anything she would have come up with would have come across snarky and cynical. She hardly believed in luck, and certainly didn't have a very good rap sheet with it in any case.
"But really, no biggie. I'm just happy you're enjoying yourself." Stuffing her hands into her pockets so she would stop fiddling with her bag strap, she turned and started to shuffle down the hallway.
"Besides, shouldn't you wait until after you see what kind of horrid art showcase i'm dragging you through to consider which side of the coin you got?"
"That's pretty cool. I'd kill to be able to do that at least once before I die. I'd trade minds with a spider. Or... or like, a shark. Or, holy s%#t, a caterpillar! I've always wanted to figure out what the hell they do in that cocoon. It must get so boring."
Grinning, she hopped off the bus in better spirits than she'd gotten on. Alex was turning out to be one of those rare people she got along with, or at least so it seemed.
"Across the street, over there. Right behind Joe's Shanghai." She'd been to that restaurant before. Not her cup of tea. She started across the street with the rest of the crowd and fished for the fare to cover Alex's admission. It wasn't too long a walk this time, as blocks in New York weren't typically as long as blocks in Seattle. Pretty soon they were turning a corner to come face to face with the clean, pristine glass entrance of the Museum. Up a short flight of stairs, through a spinning door, and into the main lobby. Shelby headed straight for the front desk to flash her student card and purchase a ticket for Alex.
Thanking the man behind the counter, she turned to give Alex his ticket. "Keep that on you in case we get separated." The man behind the counted shot a raised eyebrow at the hawk on Alex's backpack. Mutants came and went all the time, so one weird pet was hardly new to him. But, he did have one thing to caution. "Sir, do try and keep your bird on you at all times. We don't normally allow pets, but I hardly thing yours will try and lift it's leg on the sculptures."[/color] He fished out a little badge from somewhere behind his desk and held it out. "So long as you keep him from flapping all over the place, or leaving any messes, you should be fine. I'd wear this badge though."
The badge was a laminated square with a clip on it that had SERVICE ANIMAL printed clearly across the front. Winking, the clerk moved to take care of the next guest.
"Ooh, fancy. I didn't get a badge." Shelby mock pouted and shoved her hands in her pockets.
He touched her and it took every ounce of restraint in her body not to shriek in terror. Instead, she mewled quietly and bit down on her tongue. No screaming. What if he didn't like screaming? Did that count as talking back?
She was dragged from her frantic thoughts by his suggestion, and his sudden departure from her personal space. Had she blinked, which she hadn't because she was still fairly certain taking her eyes off of him meant certain death, she would have missed his movement. He was quick. Lightning fast. She was 100% certain that if she didn't do as he said she'd meet a quick, painful end. And probably be eaten if his earlier thread held any merit.
"Sir yes sir, thankyousirimgoingnow" She was rambling now. Her brain was calculating the fastest route back out to the surface. Jerkily she got her legs working as a surge of energy filled her. Jolting to her feet, and stumbling at first, she bolted back down the tunnel the way she had come. The fading light from her broken camera cast the barest hint of a shadow where she was supposed to turn, enabling her to skip around the corner without falling sideways into the river of muck. She could see a glow of light from the manhole she had entered in- freedom was so close she could taste it.
Sprinting toward it like a child feeling toward the safety of their bedroom from a dark hallway, she didn't look back once. The hair on the back of her neck was raised, she was stalked by the feeling that he was right on her heels-- even if he wasn't. She reached the dirty ladder and started hauling herself up faster than she had every thought herself capable, but didn't notice. One hand over the other, don't slip don't slip, can't afford to fall.
Behind her, where he purse had spilled out, her phone screen flickered on. The device vibrated once as the picture of a grumpy looking feline popped onto the screen, before the ominous music of her ringtone blared to life. Dun dun... dun dun... dun dun... The kind of piano music that was usually paired with shark attacks in movies.
Jen was calling to see where she was, a check in if you will.
Oh god. She was going to die. She was going to get stabbed in the face, soil herself, and die in a sewer and it wouldn't matter because everything smelled like s#%t.
She would have nodded her head, but she was fairly certain there was something sharp and pointy in her personal space bubble- then again he was in her personal space bubble and everything on him looked sharp and pointy. Instead she just squeaked out a simple- "Yes sir!"
If he wanted her to tell everyone she knew about him and his terrifying poo lair, she'd do it. She'd even toss in some tears and therapy sessions for free! Bonuses all around. See? Totally worth letting her live.
"Sounds brilliant! I-i'll tell everyone I know." Including Jen Damn her and her actually true tall tales.
"Yeah. The ultimate form of it would be death. You'd have to die to lose all of your senses, thus your essence or 'self' in order for everything to cease existing. But, only for you, and it's kind of a pretty selfish philosophy when phrased like that."
Well... sort of. Maybe. She hadn't taken the class yet, so she only knew what she'd found on the internet.
"I do like the first one though, but I don't believe in it all. I think your brain is firmly rooted in your skull, physically and mentally, but that it's so powerful that you can experience things outside of it. Like an out of body experience. or even ghosts."
Blinking, she flushed slightly and fidgeted. "Then again, i'm not a mutant and I have no working knowledge on how that would affect the body. Maybe that's how people read minds? They just pop out of their own skull and vacation in someone elses for a while." Shrugging in a slightly embarrassed fashion, she reached to pull the stop cord.
Oh boy... at least he asked, and hadn't outright demanded.
Still, the girl remained with her arms crossed and eyed the two of them silently. "So what, some hippy 'we're all the same on the inside' shpeal?" She scoffed openly, tossing her hair back in a defiant teenage-y way. "Hate to break it to ya, but we are different. The blood runnin' though your veins is red, mine's green. And ain't no essay gonna change that."
She pointed a finger at the large beast, clearly not one to bend to authority. Shelby was busy jotting down carefully worded notes. "And you, what makes you think I'd do anything you asked? You ain't nothing but a big lizard with a big fat ol' ego."
"You can't honestly believe that. That we are nothing alike. I mean, yes there are physical differences, but those aside we are pretty similar I think" Shelby edged in, once the girl paused to take a breath. "... also, that was pretty rude."
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She quirked an eyebrow at him, but shrugged. If he wanted to hear her gripe about all things normal in her life, she was perfectly willing to indulge him. "Suit yourself."
With a chuckle, she tried to think of other interesting things to talk about. Considering the classes she had in line, it wasn't as hard as it normally was for her. "Have you ever looked into philosophy?"
She had; she was going to be taking a class on it after all. Most of the things she found out about the study, or damn near religion if you got into the weirder stuff, was waaay out of her regular thought pattern.
"There's this guy, Decartes, and he believed that the mind and the body were two separate entities. The physical body works like a machine, spurred on by the non-physical brain, and it was all tied together by some kind of a gland in your head or something. And there was another guy, can't remember his name, who believed that everything we see, touch, taste, and smell were all made of up 'sense data'. So it you took away the connections to those things they ceased to exist."
She closed her eyes and smirked, "So, if I were to close my eyed.. bam! You no longer exist, because I cannot perceive you. Pretty deep stuff, right?"
The ones who corner her in sewers. Was her sarcastic, mental reply. His words were beautiful, but coming from someone who fancied himself above mortals, kind of pointless. Gods weren't supposed to fear. Gods didn't have to worry about survival. Fear was bred into every creature on the planet as a way of keeping yourself alive. Even embarrassment had a place in society; it showed humility, and perhaps the understanding that you can do wrong.
Of course, humans warped both emotions into many different things, but that was what her species seemed capable of doing with just about anything. Give a human a toaster and he'll find a way to make it into a projectile weapon.
"Not many i'm sure, save the ones that would be jealous.
His offer didn't fall on deaf ears. If she managed to drag one of the other mutants over to him, she could technically kill two birds with one stone by studying the both of them together. How did two mutated humans react to one another when ones was obviously bigger, and visually more threatening? How would the new subjects power come into play? What kind of effect would this have on the mind?
... She was getting far, far too involved in this assignment. Psychology tended to do that to a person, though. Not many students walked away after without the intense urge to apply their new knowledge to just about everything
"You're right, I can't give up so fast. I think I will take you up on your generous offer, your lordship." Excusing herself momentarily, she hurried off to find someone else to snag. Hopefully someone less in a hurry, and maybe a little gullible. What she found was a girl about her age, if a little younger, who was covered from head to toe (from what she could see) in blue iridescent scales. The sparkled like glitter, and only her face and palms seemed untouched. Two wispy antenna curved elegantly out from her forehead and arched backward. She was lounging on a bench not terribly far off, trying to look busy with a book. Though Shelby had no way of knowing, the girl was actually skipping class. After a short, if a little hurried discussion, shelby managed to convince the girl to come back with her.
The young woman took one look at the Dragon god and pursed her lips. She'd heard about him through a few friends. Shelby re-seated herself as her blue companion crossed her arms and stood. "If this is what you were talking about, it's not all that interesting. I hear he's a real ass."
Shelby's cheeked burned red and she glanced at Orochi. Well, beggars can't be choosers, they say.
"You should. Just don't eat anything anyone tries to give you. Most of it is probably laced with something." She was serious, but the smile on her face was full of humor.
"Art mostly, but i'm required to take math and writing classes. I chose Psychology and philosophy as electives, as well as a german class. I don't expect to do well in it." Languages weren't her thing. She always forgot the important things, and she didn't much care for accidentally insulting people because of it.
"... and P.E. Guh... don't get me started on physical activity though." Groaning, she dug her phone out to check the time. "I doubt you want to hear me groaning about classes, though." She pondered asking him about where he was from, but wasn't sure if that was acceptable or not. She was curious, but nervous.