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.
He glanced down at Panu pressed to his side and on seeing that the child wasn't enjoying being swarmed by the science staff, shifted one arm to block him from view. Wouldn't do to let them harass the kid too, he didn't do anything wrong after all. If anything the JW staff should probably be thanking Panu. Because if it wasn't for him, they would have had a dead mutant on their hands.
Still their constant questions did wear him thin. The conversation he was hearing Panu have with someone on the phone was more interesting. At least in the sense that apparently they were talking about him and the little incident. Apparently he was a mouse to the kid and he would have been more insulted if it hadn't come from a child. He rested a large, gentle hand on Panu's head. "<Who were you talking to kiddo?>"
"<Remember that this was an accident. I do not think Jaager will be mad at you or me. Probably at his scientists, but not us.>"
He smiled and nodded, "<I'm sure you're right. Still can't help but feel a little bit guilty.>" Even if he hadn't been in complete control that had been a whole room he wrecked. Given the wrecking was done with him in a state that he could only describe as monstrous. Sure no one could blame him, but nonetheless he had been doing the wrecking. And then there were those troublesome thoughts that came with that change.
Stepping outside with the boy, they were nearer to the group of scientists and doctors that had run from the room. Rightfully because he was setting everything on fire. He could see one give a jump when they saw him out of the locked room, lips parted in a scream before he realized nothing was on fire. That and there was an inexplicable child present. It didn't take long for the rest of the group to catch on.
They immediately swarmed him with questions, asking what had happened and why there was a kid with him. He explained the best he could, saying that the sprinklers came on and he collapsed, only coming to when the boy showed up and got him some blankets to dry off and cover up. He didn't include the terrifying thoughts had, had or the sneaks suspicion that the boy was more than he seemed.
But it seemed to be enough for them, there was hope yet that they might retain their jobs. The only question now was getting new clothes. His cellphone had gone up in the blaze, so there was no calling his family. He doubted walking into any store would prove fruitful given his extra limbs. Looks like he was going to be wearing blankets for a while.
He had to remind himself there was no point in pointing out the lack of forward thinking in the child's logic. Panu couldn't be any older than nine. The kid may be smart but he was still a child. So he lacked the experience to really think outside of himself and plan for the future. Panu's thinking seemed to be geared towards power and strength and fear. He had to wonder who this child was looking up to that, that was his standard.
So far he hadn't mentioned his mother or father as known adults. Had told him that he wasn't here because his parents worked here or that he was in for tests. Just Mr.Jaager...Was Mr.Jaager this kid's dad? Adoptive father maybe, given that Panu was mention by name instead of something more familiar. But he hadn't taken Ambrose as the adopting type.
He looked down as he felt Panu tug at his hand, "<The fire police are almost here. We should go outside.>" He would have questioned how Panu knew that, but he was sure the boy would only clam up if he asked. So he only nodded and followed the tug of the little hand in his own.
He kept a grip on the sheets that covered him, making up a reason why he was naked in broad daylight. Simple, he was resistant to fire but his clothes weren't. The fire wasn't his fault, he just happened to be around when it did and Panu woke him up after he collapsed. Yeah, that would work if he was questioned.
Well the boy definitely knew Mr.Jaager and something told him the boy might be scared of him as well. That didn't sit well with him. A grown man shouldn't be scaring a child into halting and stopping at every thought. So far Panu had stopped three or four times now. Looking worried and thoughtful, careful with his next words. This time was no different.
Then they were moving on to another subject. A subject focused on him...
"<Was it fun to break things? It looked fun. >"
The child didn't seem to understand, it wasn't supposed to be fun...
"<I think no one will mess with you, with your power.>"
He didn't want to be left alone. Being powerful meant he was alone.
"<You look very strong and scary, so people are always afraid you will hurt them. That is a very good power. If you go back to how you were, probably you are just... easy target.>"
He shook his head, "<I'd much rather be an easy target than be alone. I was lucky my family didn't chase me off. I want to be able to interact with people on equal grounds, instead of terrifying them into doing what I want. Tell me, when you first saw me on the ground? You wanted to run away, didn't you? And if you had, where would I be?>"
Panu was speaking from a want of power, control, he could see that now. "<Being big and scary isn't what it's all cracked up to be. It takes a lot of effort to get people to help me. Sometimes there are benefits to being small.>"
"Well, you could always go to college here, New York's nice like that. Less people care about how you look compared to other places. Unless it's a money thing, too. In which case, did you know JW gives out scholarships to underprivileged mutants in need?"
He looked at the man, surprised by the offer. It was tempting, go to school, get a degree, maybe move on from the dead-end job. But then...who would hire him? Hell what would he study? He didn't want to waste a scholarship on a liberal arts degree. Perhaps a business degree, then...well he came back to the first question. There weren't a lot of companies that would risk time on a mutant like him. There were a couple here. Including the one he was sitting in.
"Well, if I were, what degree would you suggest? Before the change I was just going to go for a liberal arts degree, remain undecided until I could figure out what I would like. But I don't want to waste a scholarship on a plan like that. And there aren't exactly a lot of business that would hire someone like me. Which would leave me with a place like yours or maybe Faust Pharmaceuticals."
He smirked, knowing that at this point he was playing a little game with Ambrose. Perhaps seeking to strike a better deal, get a job guaranteed with that scholarship, "But then it might be rude to use a JW scholarship and end up with the competition."
He sighed, "I suppose you caught a peek when somebody left the file open. Do your parents work for Mr.Jaager, is that why you're here? Or perhaps, your here for some sort of test too?" It would explain a lot but he got an inkling that Panu's short explanation wasn't all there was too it. Just like with Ambrose he could just sense something about the boy. He just couldn't tell what it was. "<My name is Panu. Do not thank me. I-->"
Once again the boy, Panu, stopped short. He wondered what was making the kid so uncertain about his words. Panu was frightened of something that was clear. He just didn't know what. All this not knowing was starting to worry him. Things should be more certain when it came to children.
"<If you have not been violent before, why were you afraid that you would be? Why try to change?>"
"<Because mutations change over time and I don't know what mine will do to me. My body his already too strong for normal interactions and it's too big for the world around me. I want to go back to the way things were. Maybe I'm just nostalgic.>" He could list a hundred other reasons too but those were the biggest most obvious ones that would be easy for Panu to grasp.
He blinked at this, now that confirmed that something was definitely up. "<And how would you know about my file? Only the doctors and Mr.Jaager should have access to that.>" Perhaps one of the doctors was Panu's parent and that how the kid knew. But by this time was getting the feeling that it had nothing to do with parents.
He lifted his head, letting the child tie a blanket cloak around his neck. The sheet covered enough, but as he sat up slowly, he grabbed another one to wrap around his waist. Just in case the little cape didn't cover all of him. Wouldn't do to let the child see him indecent.
"<Are you feeling better now? You are not going to die? It would be bad if you did, Jaager would not like it.>"
He smiled again, keeping it closed mouthed so as to not frighten him. "<Yes, much better. Thank you for helping me. What's your name?>" The kid had connections to Jaager, which was...interesting? He couldn't say whether it was good or bad. Ambrose made him suspicious, natural instinct pegged the man as predator, dangerous. But he knew the man to be civil and generous. So maybe Panu had a better idea of what the man was really like.
Giggling was always a good sign, though it stopped abruptly, as though the child didn't want to get caught. A worrying thought that laughter was a bad thing to this kid. Again, he couldn't help but wonder who and where were Panu's parents. Surely they'd be looking for him when the fire alarms had gone off.
"It is not a toy. It is my dog. His name is Terrieri. Terrier." Interesting name for a little helicopter, not something that most kids would think up. Nor was the fact that the kid called it a dog. As if that differentiated it from a toy. But there was no point in arguing with him. It would only serve to make him upset. "Terrieri is a cute name."
"<I understand everything. But not everything at once. So English or Spanish. Not both. I am sliding down now, do not be startled.>"
He was getting the feeling that this was no ordinary child. Mutant perhaps, it would make sense given how smart the boy sounded. Not that one needed to be a mutant to be smarter than average. He lifted his head this time to watched the boy but didn't move much more. He was rapidly becoming better as he absorbed more and more heat.
"<Is it because you attack things that you want to be cured?>"
"<This is the first time this has happened but I feared it would. So in part, yes. How did you know that I was here for the cure anyway?>" There was definitely something different about this kid. He just couldn't put a finger on just exactly what it was. Was he psychic or something?
The large mutant grunted as the boy climbed on his back to pat the moisture from there. He didn't mind, the child was small, light enough to be ignored. Hell he might have even been lighter than David. In the back of his mind he worried about that. Children shouldn't be so light. He wondered where the parents were in all of this. "You are like a cat. This is better than being like godzilla."
He chuckled at this. He supposed, but a big cat couldn't shoot fire or resist it like he could. Still he continued to purr, finding that it helped relieve the aches in his muscles, sooth the cold from his bones. The longer Panu worked, the more he would find color and warmth returning to Victor's skin.
He watched the little helicopter circle around, curious to it's purpose in the room. "Mmm, is that your toy?" He had seen some in shop windows, cheap plastic things that would probably break in little hands.
There was something about the way the boy spoke too. A slight accent and the way he constructed sentences. They were very careful and clean, textbook even. It reminded him of his Peruvian family members who were still learning the language.
"English or Spanish. Not both."
He smiled at the boy, "<Oh? You understand Spanish?>" Interesting, the boy didn't look hispanic or latino. Might have learned it from a parent or perhaps he was and his looks were deceiving. It wouldn't be the first time that he's been wrong on looks alone. A silly thing, given his own looks tend to make people judge without knowing better.
It wasn't like he could go anywhere. He waited for the child to return, mentally sorting out what he should do once recovered. He never thought he'd scare someone so badly. Hell he scared himself. He just had to make sure that the kid understood he wasn't going to hurt him. That he wasn't some monster that would eat him. His stomach ached at the sick thought.
He heard the squeak of shoes long before he saw them. The boy had returned on his own. "I am turning off the sprinklers now, but if you try to light me on fire I am turning them on again."
He hummed in agreement, remaining still even as the sprinkles turned off. He opened his eye, watched the boy set the sheets down, watched him hesitate to approach. Then finally started patting down his arms first. A silly thing to do but he didn't expect the boy to understand that his arms could take care of themselves. It was his body that needed warmth now. But he could wait. Not like he could do anything about it.
He didn't realize it at first but the room was slowly warming up too. The contradiction made him shiver, absorbing the new heat slowly. He couldn't help but purr at the sensation. A deep, rumbling sound, like what one would expect from a large cat. "Thank you, chico."he mumbled, the ache in his muscles recovering from the cold enough that he could speak and look at the boy direction.
He listened, the longer he was awake the easier it was to hear things. The sliding and squeaking of shoes on tile, the desperate panting of struggle. The child was scared of him. He smallest motions seemed to send the boy into a panic state. God help him, he didn't want to be seen like this. Especially not by a kid. An adult may be able to handle it. Might forgive the lapse in his sanity.
But a child...He knew well enough from his cousins and siblings that they didn't forget or forgive that easily. This moment might stick with them forever.
The boy murmured something, then louder, "Are you still wanting to light things on fire? Or are you Victor again?"
"Victor..." Somehow he managed to mumble his own name, ignoring how the boy could possibly know his name. He tried opening his eye, look at the boy, show him he wasn't a monster. But it was so damn cold, moving felt like...like...He couldn't describe it. There was no saying just how much the cold ached his very skin, froze him to the bone.
Darkness swallowed everything and the cold made him feel as though he were frozen. A statue in the rain, a remanent of former glory. His body ached to move but he could not find the energy for it. Was he dead? Was that it? Did he no longer have a body to move?
No...No, he could hear the world around him. The patter of sprinklers, the sudden squeal of the metal door opening, the faint buzz of something. It reminded him of an electric razor. What was that? He tried opening his eyes, no eye, to follow it. Found the ache had extended into his eye lid. It even ached to see.
But he saw something, someone. A small someone, blurry but he could see they were small. The figure reminded him of David, his cousin. He remembered though, he wasn't at home. This was someone else's child. God, what was a child doing in the labs?
Victor's eye shut again, it was too hard to keep it open...
He tried opening his mouth to speak but all that came out was a deep, rumbling groan. Still sounding more animal than man. Was the child scared? He wanted to say something, anything to reassure the kid that he wasn't dangerous. Though...that wasn't entirely true was it. He had just sent a whole team of lab techs running, now that he was remember it. Set the whole lab ablaze.
And god, had he enjoyed it. There was no denying it, there was pain and then joy connected with the memory. He wanted to see things burn, feel the flames lick at his skin. It had felt so right. The idea that, that's what he wanted made him feel nauseous.
The lab was engulfed in flames and he never felt more alive, so alive and everything was burning. The pain was passing into glorious warmth and relief. His clothes had long since disappeared. No longer was he a monster draped in false civilization. He was burning all that once was. Disappeared fragments of himself as kindling.
He looked to the door wondering in his feral mind how the world outside could not burn with him. They needed to see, see how bright this world could be. The beast ram-rushed the door, heard the metal squeal under his heat. He dug his claws in, roaring in single-minded frustrations.
They needed to see, they need to stay. He headbutted the door again as he watched the people rush for the exits. Why couldn't they stay here and burn with him? It would only hurt a while. The fire was glorious and bright, so bright.
Then something new caught his attention. Water! It doused his flame from above, ruining it and drowning him. He roared flame, attempting to melt shut the spouts. But the colder it grew, the weaker his fire became. He tried to absorb more heat but only succeeded in dropping the temperature even further.
He whined, loud and in distress. The monster tried for the door again, fumbling with the charred handle. It didn't seem to matter, because the cold was taking over, making it hard to move, hard to keep his eye open. Until he collapsed with a loud groan.
Another day, another test for Víctor. So far this would be the third one he's been called in for and this time around Ambrose wasn't around to over see it. Apparently neither was the good doctor. Leaving only the lower doctors and assistants to handle the watching and noting of the drug effects.
There were cameras set up as well to ensure nothing went unnoticed. They let him know that the footage would be secured on the companies private network in real time. It was all secured of course, password encrypted for future viewing.
Not that Víctor minded all that much, just another thing that was probably in that agreement he signed. The one that he really didn't give much of a read. Honestly it was full of lawyer mumbo jumbo that he really couldn't understand it. So he just settled for nodding quietly while the drug was being prepared.
"Now don't be nervous, this variation is fairly similar to the last. But not so similar as to be redundant. Hopefully we nudged it in the right direction."one of the assistants giggled nervously while preparing his arm for the injection. She wasn't looking directly at him. "Warm enough? Alright, injecting the cure. Fingers crossed."
She barely waited for him to nodded before pushing in the needle and pressing the depressor, releasing the chemical into his system.
The assistants stepped back and waited, knowing that their jobs may very well be on the line with this one. At first it seemed as before, the slow shrinking of appendages, the splitting of his one eye. It was holding, he could feel it working, just a little bit more please.
And then the recoil happened. Far worse than it had ever been before. He roared in pain, standing and stumbling, lashing out. He hit something, someone, he couldn't be sure. All he knew was pain, furious burning hurt. It was the fever all over again. He spit fire and sent what dull witted assistants left running for their lives. His jaws snapping at their heel.
The room was lock with just him inside. He was vaguely aware of an alarm going off. The sound was maddening and he searched for it's source, seeking to silence it. Silence everything. He couldn't stop himself, he felt mindless, monstrous. A roaring burning creature with nothing to do but trash everything around him.