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.
Jack's voice trailed off, he could hear it in her tone. She could see how this was going to go. They weren't about to let two mutants step out without a fight. Well, if they wanted a fight they would get one and regret it. He would have helped defend Jack if two others didn't try to tackle him. He was able to grapple one with two hands but with the second coming at him from the side, he only had hand to stop him.
Unfortunately with the alcohol burning in his system, his movements were slowed. The knife cut into his arm instead. Victor roared in pain and in a panic took the man he was currently grappling, tossing him at the knife wielder. He huffed, snarling and ready to go after them, only to be distracted by a bottle being tossed at his head. The glass shattered on impact.
Steam streamed from his mouth as he turned slowly towards the other attacker. Jack was at his back, he didn't have to defend from there. He roared, showing his teeth before he let fire fill his throat and shoot forward. He wasn't about to hold back if these guys weren't going to back off. He wanted them to know they picked the wrong mutants to pick a fight with.
He continued to purr and warble, nuzzling the other man's neck in gratitude. Victor had no words for how much he felt saved. His tail thumped against the ground, clearly happy that Cal had stopped struggling. It made it easier, though the heat did lower a bit with it. He kept his claws gentle and kept his teeth from scrapping against the softer skin. He wanted to keep Cal happy after all. Or at the very least from keep him from struggling too much.
“What is wrong with you?”
Suddenly the man was looking at him, clearly confused and worried. Victor blinked and tilted his head, taking a moment to think of the word in English. "Cold."he stated as simply as he could. That's why he had been drawn to Cal in the first place, that's why he was clinging to him. He was just too cold. He was a lizard after all. Naturally cold blooded didn't do well in winter cold.
Victor purred, a deep rumbling in the back of his throat. The man's heat was incredible, a massive wave of burning. It destroyed his clothing, something he might regret in the long run but with this, he might be able to go days without having to lay under a heat lamp. He murmured in Spanish, a loving purr for a man who may have just saved him from the cold.
He held him close, ignoring the shouting and the fire that bloomed around them. He absorbed it, practically glowing with the heat. It might have looked strange, this glowing fire beast clinging to this cursing man. It might have looked like Victor was attacking Cal. But he would fight anyone who'd try to separate them. He would bite and claw and burn whoever would dare to try.
Yet...he could hear the sirens in the distance. Someone must have seen the fire and smoke, the light from the flames in the darkness must have been brilliant. Or maybe one of the bums who ran away went to a cop about the two fire mutants in the alleyway. In either case, they didn't have long. Victor lifted his head looking around for a place they could go to.
It was nice to finally have a friend, especially one his own size. One he didn't have to worry that his looks were evoking more pity than love, one that he didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting, one that was just...fun to be around. Hopefully he'd remember this the following morning. Hell, he hoped he'd remember to get her phone number before going home himself.
"Would hate to trou'le you, 'ut I'd like it..."
He grinned at that, forgetting that a full faced grin from him might be misconstrued as threatening. But she didn't seem to mind, she seemed rather happy with him. A pleasing idea, one he hoped remained when the alcohol finally wore off.
It was then, as the song wound down and they were doing one final turn when Jack seemed to forget how gravity worked, misstepping and falling, only to step on someone's foot when she moved to compensate. He had been a second too slow to catch her and he heard the crushing pop of the man's foot that had been in the way.
The scream jolted everything to a halt and the rest of the room was filled with murmuring when the music cut out. Jack was quick to rightly claim it was an accident. After all, people had been watching them all night, they hadn't been getting into trouble with anyone up until this point. But apologies didn't seem good enough for the men they had apparently insulted.
"That insect freak attacked Mikey!"
Jack was tugging on his arm, begging to go but as intoxicated as he was...well, he couldn't let that just slide. Especially when it was likely that they'd jump them outside the bar. If these wannabe thugs even let them get that far. So instead he snarled, rising to his full height and letting some heat steam out the back of his throat.
"Oye cabrón, back off! She didn't do anything wrong!" He didn't see the knife, nor did he very much care. They had ruined his good time and scared his friend, either they backed off or got burned for their trouble.
(OOC: Sorry for the lateness, hope this is enough. ;3 )
Victor purred, grateful for the warmth and fire, only noticing Issac's discomfort when the man attempted to shove him away. Well, kind of noticing. What he mostly noticed was the source of heat had mostly left. His clothes were burning but he knew it was a matter of time before the winter cold stole that away. And without his clothes it would be even worse than before.
He blinked at Issac's gesture at the hobo, head tilting like animal attempting to understand. The threat to kill him with more fire didn't scare him, in fact it was an enticing proposition. Like the beast he was, Victor surged forward on all six limbs, purring and warbling as he again pressed himself up against Issac. Hell, his tail was even wagging like an overgrown puppy. Heat and fire, how could he say no?
By now most of the hobos had left, preferring not to get caught up in whatever strange mutant event was happening here. Especially when one of them had already been burned pretty badly. All the better in Victor's opinion, they weren't going to steal his heat that was for sure. He would make sure they'd get more than just burned for their intrusion.
Warm, warm, so much warmth, so good-and now pain. Victor yelped, stumbling back, and shaking off the shock. It hadn't hurt that much but it definitely startled him enough to back off. Which was a shame because the warmth was quickly leaving and he didn't want that to happen. He needed the warmth, he needed it to stave off freezing.
Still the man was getting dressed, throwing a disgusted look at his way. But why? Victor wasn't doing anything wrong. At least in his heat deprived mind that's how it was. All sense of personal space went out the window when his body couldn't produce enough heat to survive. He spent hours in the hot shower this morning but it was all gone by lunch time. That had been hours ago.
So when the man kicked him in the gut, instead of just taking it like before, he grab his foot with one hand. "Lo siento... Estoy congelando... Necesito tu calor..." He rumbled softly, pulling harshly to throw the fire mutant off balance. Victor didn't like hurting people, but he knew, somehow knew, that this mutant's flame would only come out under threat. Pouncing on him should be threat enough.
Winter was dumb and so was the dark and the damn buildings that made the wind so much harder. Hell, so was the bus driver and then the taxi drivers who denied him entry into their vehicles. Walking home was not something he wanted to do, not something he planned to do. But with his cellphone broken, he'd have to find a place with a phone he could use. Which meant walking in the cold and dark and wind. He felt like he was going to collapse soon, his skin felt frozen and he was sure it had turned grey by now.
That's when he felt it, distance but warm. He didn't know how he knew it but he was drawn to it. Moth to a flame. He saw the huddled mass around the glowing warmth and he almost snarled. A bunch of homeless folks around a burning barrel probably but it would be enough, hell he'd climb in at this point. But as he drew closer he saw it was a...burning...mutant...man...
Part of him wanted to turn around and leave the strange scene immediately. But the more animal part of him, the part currently seeking out any heat it could, led him to wonder right into the group. The people parted easily once they saw his massive dark shadow looming over them. He stared down at the man, his lone eye's pupil narrowing on him. He must have seem terrifying.
He didn't spare a moment to consider his own clothes or the man's comfort, inside marching in and just...nuzzling him. There was no other word for it. Like a dog attempting to cuddle, he nuzzled and rubbed, practically coiling around the burning man. All the while he didn't contain his purring, the pleasure of being warmed up after nearly freezing was just to intense to contain.
Victor watched the first assistant run like his bottom was on fire, followed by the rest when Ambrose dismissed them. Nobody wanted to stick around and question what the conversation was going to be about. It didn't concern them and the bosses wrath had been redirected at the test subject. The large mutant was uneasy about confronting Ambrose but he kept in mind Panu.
The boy had obviously been scared of something and he couldn't help but feel unease when the boy talked about his relationship to the Jaager CEO. Perhaps he was simply misinterpreting things but it was better safe than sorry. He wouldn't let the abuse of a child slip under his radar while he could help it. Left alone with the CEO, it was now or never.
"What about Panu?"
"Hopefully, nothing too serious. I'm just curious about your relationship to him. He said he was living with you but that you weren't his parent and that his parents weren't working for you. Rather that you were simply taking care of him, giving him a home." His claws scratched softly on the padded table he was sitting on, a useless motion of fidgeting. "I know it's none of my business but I can't help but feel a bit of concern about the way that he talked."
He watched Jaager, looking for signs that the man was getting angry or upset. He had to be careful for Panu's sake, whatever he said here could easily be taken out on the child. "He seems like a smart kid but too...reserved, almost frightened of stepping out of line, and he kept on making strange assertions about power and mentioning correcting-behavior. I don't want to imply that you are but has Panu been abused before? Is that why you're taking care of him?"
Her chant of, “Oh, no no no no. No, no no.”, interspersed with chuckles and giggles made him think her hesitance was more fear of an unknown than fear of being harmed. This was her first time dancing after all, he didn't blame her. But, what better time to get the full experience than now. At least that's what Victor's drunken brain encouraged.
“Dis shrin’ not nnn-ade sore listing, no sir. Like to kee’ nigh seat on duh ground!”
Her protests were noted and promptly ignored. Still, when Victor did lift her, it was little more than a hop. She was lighter than him, but that thick chitin carried a bit more weight than he had thought. To do a full lift, well, they'd probably have to be a little less drunk first of all.
“I see why you nissed it, my ‘leasure.”
Her words were a little hard to decipher at this point. The alcohol bubbling inside of him slurring the words together, or maybe she was slurring, or maybe both. But he didn't mind too much. It was just so good to be up and dancing with someone again. Even as the music slowed and their movements slowed to match, it was a wonderful sensation. “Again?”
She hardly needed to ask, there was no reason for them to stop. He spun her again, gentle and slow this time. He would dance like this as long as she wanted. It felt like this motion was something that they both desperately wanted, no, needed right now. But as with all things, even with all the time they had spent matching movement to music, the night was coming to a close. Alcohol worked from his system, leaving behind only a slight buzz he grinned at her, "Would you like me to walk you home?"
((Hope that's good, sorry for the super late reply! Sorry, also, for the lack of dialogue. Let me know if you want me to edit.))
“Dat sounds like a lot of fun...My san-ily was dull, dey ne’er had shindigs like dat.”
"That's unfortunate. Sounds like something you need to fix."
While he spun her, his thoughts drifted to his family. It was unlikely he'd be able to travel outside the country as he was. He wouldn't be able to go back to Peru, he was stuck with ground travel. So the family left there...well he wouldn't be able to join any of the celebrations there. He forced the thoughts down, concentrating on the here and now.
Victor laughed along with her, the contagiousness of joy was something he loved in dancing. You couldn't be mad and dancing. It was freedom and expression, a sensation that he missed dearly. To have a partner with him was a confidence booster too, even if she was inexperienced. It was nice to share with someone. It made him feel warm, not burning like fire, no. A happy warmth, just below the skin.
“Whoa, you twirl nee like it was not’ing. Dat was cool.”
He grinned, practically purring with joy. "I could do it again if you want."he chuckled. His own toothy grin must have seemed strange or threatening. Or maybe not, Jack seemed pretty comfortable with him, for that he was grateful. "You're not too heavy for me. Hell, I might be able to lift you." Though the likelihood of dropping her probably increased with him being pretty drunk. It'd be a dumb but fun move to attempt.
Despite the two being very drunk whilst dancing, they were attracting the attention of a few spectators. It probably wasn't often that they saw mutants like them dancing or having a good time. Such visible mutations often kept people like them off the dance floor. But for Victor he didn't really care. This wasn't just a matter of having fun. This was part of his tradition, it was part of him. "I have to thank you for dancing with me. It feels wonderful to be moving like this again." Sappy perhaps, but it was the truth.
God it felt good to dance again. Despite the changes his body had gone through since the last time he had danced, it still moved and felt in all the familiar ways it should. The bounce of the beat, the warmth of lights and dance floor bodies. The pulse of another's hand in his own. Though her's was far from human and different from him, it didn't seem to matter. It felt right to be dancing with her.
Jack on the other hand. He could see that she was having a bit of a hard time following. She kept missing the beat, her feet crossing at in appropriate times. But he didn't blame her. This was her first time after all, she would get the hang of it soon enough. He hoped anyway, because he really wanted to try spinning her.
“Dis does not seen like your sirst tine dancing,”
He grinned and nodded, "Dancing at parties was mandatory in my family. It wasn't a good celebration unless a few people got drunk and danced." He wondered, momentarily, if the Christmas party would be more lively than last years. With him around it seemed people were more subdued. He didn't want that from them. He wanted them to be happy.
“My right soot seens to want to sad-otage my lest.”
He looked down at her feet and indeed it seemed her footing would get mixed up. But she correct herself easily enough. "Mmhm...I'm gonna try something stupid, but I want you to trust me, okay?" He barely waited for confirmation before, well, spinning her. Like he would any other dance partner. Plus, perhaps this was a little misogynistic on his part, but looking the way she did, she probably didn't get treated like a woman very often. And being spun by your dance partner was pretty feminine. He just hoped it made her feel even more giggly, she had a nice laugh.
Victor smiled as she took his hand, the way that it fit despite their differences. The cool shell felt firm in his hand, safe to hold. He wouldn't accidentally break her if he held too tightly. Perhaps in the drunken haze it was making too much out of so little. But it felt right to be holding her hand. Though her features looked more confused than anything else. “I- I ne’er danced, I don’t know how. I ne’er danced, e’en as a teen.”
He couldn't help but chuckle softly at her shy admission. For such a big, strong woman, she was awfully timid. "I'll show you. Trust me, once you feel the rhythm you'll get into it." He waited for her to stand before leading her out to the small dance floor. It wasn't big enough for a lot of people and with the two of them, well there was way less room.
But it wasn't like anybody was complaining. Perhaps it was because big mutants like them didn't dance often. Too shy of their bodies to do something creative with it. However, despite his changed form, the tingle in his spine, the bounce in his feet, it hadn't left him. The alcohol only bolstered the need to move and the willingness to go.
Gently he positioned her hands, one on his shoulder, the other holding his. While his left set gently settled on her waist, while the remaining right remained loose for balance. It was a classic dancing pose with a little modification for his extra limbs. "Alright now, just follow my lead. The songs a little fast but I think you can get it."
He started simple, with the way his grandmother and mother taught him. Feet moving in a square while focusing on the bounce of his hips and torso. He'd bring in the more complicated stuff later. He needed to start gentle and not scare Jack off.
Victor had been contemplating this for weeks. His last test had resulted in the lab being effectively shut down until it could be fixed and the doctors could go over their mistakes. So he had some time between then and now to contemplate the boy he had run into. Panu seemed like a sweet enough child but there was something about him that made him worry. Particularly the way that he spoke about Ambrose...
The boy had call the man his caretaker...
And there was an implication that said caretaker was abusive...
He didn't want to jump to any conclusions. There was a great possibility that he was misunderstanding the child's words. But he couldn't fight the familiar worry in his gut. The implications were there.
By the time Ambrose came storming in, the lab techs were taking blood samples and noting Victor's temperature. They watched as the angry mutant cornered the team leader, holding their breath as the truth came out. Apparently someone made some rather large mistakes concerning the units of measurements. Ambrose's hushed tones weren't actually all that quiet. Not that it seemed to matter all that much to the boss man who heard.
Behind Victor one of the lab techs gave a tiny, "Oh shit..." Given how quiet everyone else had gotten the small voice was easy to hear. Victor looked over his shoulder at the tech. He was a frail looking mutant, marble textured skin and strikingly silver eyes. He looked like a deer caught in head lights, his hands gripping his clipboard all the tighter as he looked down at it. The others shifted away from him, making sure they were out of the way of any wrath that might come the young man's way.
Victor looked from the young man to Ambrose, knowing that the man probably noticed the shift in tension. So it might be a while before he'd actually get a chance to talk to the boss-man about Panu. "Mr. Jaager, when you get the chance, I'd like to talk to you...about a boy I met the last time I was here, Panu." Perhaps mentioning Ambrose's little ward would get the man's attention sooner.
“Dat’s cool, Iss* I was da one changin’ colors, I would ‘e like a… uh-” Victor watched the shrimp-worman struggle for the right words before going for the phone, << A lava lamp of rainbows.>>
He chuckled at the idea and nodded his head, "I know a five year old who would love that." His younger cousins would think Jack's shiny shell was beautiful. Hell he thought it was very pretty. Even if it wasn't a lava lamp of rainbows. He kind of wanted to take a closer look, if she'd let him. It'd probably be rude to touch and look without her permission.
They waited in companionable silence as his next beer came. Beer number three or was it four. He felt like such a lightweight for not being able to think clearly after so few beers. It wasn't even strong stuff and he was a big guy. How could he be drunk now?
“Iss you come here again, would you like to drink toget’er? Dey’re cool wiss… doze like us, all-dough dere’s still not a lot of… uh… us.”
He perked up at this and grinned, going to speak before she shyly added, “Iss you want, dat is,”
"Of course! I like drinking with you. In fact,"he took a swig of his beer, which for him was practically half the bottle. He stood up and offered his hand. "How 'bout we dance? I haven't had a dance partner my own size in a while." He was feeling loose enough not to care how he looked. He just wanted to move and have fun and he was sure he could get her to join him.
Victor had been contemplating this for weeks. His last test had resulted in the lab being effectively shut down until it could be fixed and the doctors could go over their mistakes. So he had some time between then and now to contemplate the boy he had run into. Panu seemed like a sweet enough child but there was something about him that made him worry. Particularly the way that he spoke about Ambrose...
The boy had call the man his caretaker...
And there was an implication that said caretaker was abusive...
He didn't want to jump to any conclusions. There was a great possibility that he was misunderstanding the child's words. But he couldn't fight the familiar worry in his gut. The way Panu acted and the way he talked about Jaager and how things 'should be'. There were some very worrying signs and on speaking it over with his aunt he could help but feel like Panu could be in serious danger.
Still, he had to be fair to Mr.Jaager. The man had been kind to him the last time they had talked. He had practically been gift wrapped a scholarship to college. It would only be right if he questioned the man first and foremost.
So here he was, in the lab again, shirt removed while the new batch of scientist ran some tests. The old group had been moved to another project. Or so he'd been told. They could have all been fired for the incident. There would be no trial drug this time around. They were focusing on his biology, trying to figure out why the drug kept recoiling.
He had been waiting for Ambrose to make an appearance. But there was a good chance that the man wouldn't show. Which would be disappointing. He couldn't wait forever, he had questions that needed answers. Desperately so. Panu could be in real trouble if his gut instincts were anything to go on.