The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
He gave a soft smile, which always looked kind of strange, given his toothy fish-face, but it was the best he could do. "Well, my senses are more fish-like than human, capable of sensing tiny sensations in the air that normal humans wouldn't pick up. Pheromones, for instance."
He sat down across from her as directed, sitting across from her. "Dr. Caleb Fishman," he replied. "Or Manfish, if you prefer." He gave a slight shrug as he sipped his coffee.
In all honesty, her mutation was not why he decided to sit with her. In his mind, the common factor was they were both in a coffee shop alone, and therefore, innocent mingling was justified. He didn't tell her this though, because that might come across as creepy. However, it was worth noting that she wasn't part of his experiment.
He watched the exchange between the newcomer and the barista from his safe spot at the table. Though his mutation didn't give him any abilities like shooting lasers or devouring ships(though he could flip one over if he so chose), he did gain a few...innate abilities from his mutation. For example, he was the only one in the room who realized that this newcomer was clearly a woman. After all, the whiskers on his chin weren't just aesthetic, though they did look like a pretty nifty beard.
Sighing to himself as he saw the woman sit down, he figured since his date wasn't going to show, that he might as well make use of the time to get to know someone. Grabbing his coffee, the fish-man walked over to the shrimp-lady's table.
"Would you like a little company, ma'am?" he asked politely, carefully to emphasize the fact that he knew her gender, which he could tell from the look of her that few people--if any--did.
He did notice that she was considerably larger than he was; which...made him a little uncomfortable. Being six feet, he was used to having some who were a little taller, but he could tell that if she were to stand up straight, he'd be dwarfed in comparison. No matter; he wasn't looking for a date now, anyway, merely a companion to make his failed date go away.
Once again, Manfish found himself in a coffee shop; for some reason, coffee seemed to be the date of choice. What was it about him that made girls think 'I need coffee?' Well, he supposed it was better than bars. Though, at this rate, he was starting to think maybe he'd have to get a girl boozed up before she'd be attracted to him. But he foresaw that ending in a very drunk girl telling him he was still ugly before passing out. Oh well.
He looked over the e-mail on his phone, ensuring he had the right date, place, and time. Which he did. He sighed. Forty five minutes went by, and this girl didn't show. However, seeing as how he was a giant fish-man in a black wetsuit topped off by a brown leather jacket...he wasn't surprised. Actually, he was surprised this was the first one who actually stood him up.
Sighing, the large fish adjusted his goggle-glasses, went up to the counter, and got a refill on his coffee, and because he needed chocolate, a few chocolate donuts. "Should have seen this one coming," he muttered to himself.
He gave a nod when the door opened. "Hello. Sorry I got here a little early; was farther ahead of schedule than I thought, he said politely. Being the scientist that he was, he'd long since done his research and learned about Adapteds; they were interesting, though he'd never met one personally. So, when she mentioned an 'aura,' he figured that was what she meant.
He walked in and took a seat. After a moment, his vision beginning to blur a bit behind his goggle glasses. That was...odd. He reached up to adjust them, and he blinked, pulling them off of his eyes. ...His hand...it was...not blue-grey. Or scaly. In fact, after a few moments, there was no longer a fish-man sitting there, but a human. And considering the fish-man's usual getup, he now realized in his current attire, he looked ridiculous...oh well.
"...Well....that's interesting..." he murmured, his voice still as deep as before as he tried to adjust to this change. After this, no matter how it went...he had some more research to do. He tried to hide his excited confusion; after all, there were important matters to tend to today.
The day he'd been waiting for had finally come. If all went well, his dreams would come to pass, and his PhD in Marine biology would aid him in teaching the young mutant minds of today. If it didn't go well, then....maybe the aquarium would put him back on the payroll. Ugh...negativity and fear were never a good thing, yet they were always present on days like this.
As it stood, the Mansion grounds had a new face walking through the welcoming doors, and looking around. A new...fishy...sort of face. This giant fish was wearing a black full wet-suit, coupled with a black dress-jacket and a white bow-tie.
Checking the time, he saw he was....twenty minutes early for his interview. Maybe a bit overkill, but...well, he was never late. So, he made his way down the hall, towards the room he'd been instructed to meet in, and leaned against the wall, waiting. Occasionally he caught a few stares from passers-by, but that was nothing he wasn't used to by now.
He nodded as she explained. "Whatever you find attractive, I say go for it," he advised. "You get one life, so, be happy." He sighed lightly when she got to the subject of him, however.
"If there are, I have yet to find one...most of them just choose on a date to test out their fish-related cliches. Others have fallen for my voice, but...can't get over the fact that I'm...well, a fish." He sighed deeply.
"Well, I do appreciate the help. Hell, maybe I'll get lucky." He gave a soft shrug.
He stared into his empty cup before standing up to get a refill, and paying the lady at the counter. Sitting back down, he sipped at his coffee, smiling softly. "Thanks for the advice, though. I hope all goes well with your...experiment." The fish-man gave a soft smile, nodding as he reached up to adjust his goggle-glasses.
He smiled at her confession. "Small world," he murmured, looking at her. "Obviously, I have an interest in women. But...well, I am convinced that they have no interest in me, so...being the mind that I am, set up an experiment of my own. To support or deny my hypothesis, I put up dating profiles and put myself in various dating situations to see if this is true."
When he paused, he took another sip of his coffee, draining the large cup. "And so...as it turns out we are subjects in each others' research. I would hope that after this we can at least consider ourselves friends, or acquaintances," he replied with another soft nod, adjusting his goggle-glasses a little.
She seemed very nice, at least. Judging by the way she wiped her hand on the napkin, though subtle, he figured maybe his slimy skin was a turn-off. It usually was, sadly. Oh well, at least she was still being polite.
"Yeah, on top of teaching them, I'm hoping I can incorporate my equality platform into my classes. I feel it's a very important issue, this day and age. Maybe I can never guarantee them girlfriends, but...at least I can guarantee them equal opportunities when it comes to education, jobs, housing...that sort of thing."
He paused, thinking a moment. "I'm usually working in some way, between teaching, the aquarium, and doing independent research and experiments at my own leisure. But when not doing any of that, diving is one of my favorite past-times. Being able to breathe underwater, and being part fish allows me to stay down longer and achieve deeper depths than normal."
"Oh, I'm not an M.D. I'm a PhD," he explained politely. "Marine biology, looking to teach at the Mansion here pretty soon, and I volunteer at the nearby aquarium. They gave me a job while I was working my way through college, so now I return the favor by donating my time and expertise. That, and all of the animals there like me." he chuckled lightly.
"I was an only child. Grew up with a passion for sports and for learning. Took wrestling all through school, but after I started...well, changing, they wouldn't let me compete because my skin has to be damp, making it slippery, which is unfair. After my mutation kicked in, my job scope grew sort of...limited. So, in what spare time I have, I'm an advocate for equal treatment of visible mutants in particular, though my stance is equality for everyone." He gave a small nod, hoping he wasn't talking her ears off already...
His solid black eyes remained focused on the door as he sipped a very large cup of coffee. After a few minutes, a woman walked in, waved, and introduced herself. She was young, but he had to admit, as pretty as her name implied. She was bright and cheerful, which was a plus. This was for science, his first true love, but nice people made this experiment much more enjoyable. Unlike the majority of that speed-dating fiasco. The mere thought made him shudder. But that was not the focus of today. The focus was the leg of the experiment at hand.
"Pleasure to meet you. You may call me Dr. Fishman, or Manfish, if you like, but my birth-given name is Caleb," he replied politely, his voice surprisingly deep and smooth. "Thank you for meeting with me today. I hope your day thus far has gone well," he continued with a slight nod before taking another sip of his coffee.
"So, since this isn't that dreaded speed-dating scene, at least we have all the time in the world. So, tell me a little about yourself." He nodded; his outfit today was a navy blue wetsuit, in the usual 'shorty' style, and it was covered by a black trenchcoat.
I think we may have possibly seen each other at the speed-date a few weeks ago, but I didn’t end up at your table. I’m not sure how cultured I am, having never left this city, but as for intellectual conversation I’m happy to oblige. Love is perhaps a bit too fast for me, but I’m happy to have a bit of fun and see where it goes?
Zinnia”}
Manfish kept looking at the email on his phone and smiling. Well, his lips stretched up into a smile-like entity that didn't show his razor-sharp teeth. She'd seen him already, and yet...she contacted him? He knew she couldn't possibly have mistaken him for someone else because as far as he knew, he was the only fish-man in the state of New York.
Sure, she wasn't looking for "love" per se, but...she wanted a date, and that was something. If nothing else, it was a data entry in his log book for later tonight. And this experiment wasn't going to be worth anything if he didn't have any data. Data yields results.
So, that's why a giant fish-man was sitting in a coffee shop alone, at four in the afternoon. He was waiting on this Zinnia woman. She had a lovely name, he had to admit; it was different. Exotic sounding, even. He paused for a moment as a thought hit him.
What if she just wants to try out her fish jokes?
Well...if she did, that would suck. But...a data entry was a data entry was a freaking data entry. And if she did want to be mean, then that meant the scales tipped in favor of his hypothesis. If he was right, he was right, and if he was wrong, he had a girlfriend. So with his experiment...he couldn't lose!
"And this," Manfish began, his tone as if he were teaching a lesson, and in a sense, he was, "Is exactly what I was talking to you about earlier. See, adults usually show disdain for what they do not understand, but punks like this," he motioned to the crowd of teens, clearing his throat. "Teenagers can get so wrapped up in their insecurities, that they have to lash out at the nearest being that they can to make themselves feel more powerful."
His black eyes focused on the crowd, though he was talking to the lad. "Why can't I land a date? Well, that's obvious, I look like a fish, and for the record, not a lot of girls are into that. Why can't they? Well, that's something they can't quite figure out, so to forget about it, they pick on the fish man. And, they threaten to sound tougher, even though were this a game of chess, or a fight, I have the upper hand." He then smiled, showing his toothy grin to the punks.
"Now, boys...for the record, these teeth are not for eating vegetables. And if I were to eat humans...well, you handful would be quite more filling, don't you think?" His voice was dark. Was he bluffing? Only time would tell...
He nodded, pondering over what the boy was saying. "Well allow me to buy you a 5000 piece, 3 dimensional puzzle, then I'll dump it on the table and throw away the box without letting you see it. This, is the closest I can get you to the jigsaw puzzle known as life," he said with a chuckle.
"My point is, we're all part of the same structure known as life. Some pieces we interact with more, some we only interact with less. And still most of them, we'll never even see. But it's our job as living, breathing, sentient individuals to coexist on this earth with one another, regardless of our difference. Something we haven't figured out over the course of thousands of years." His voice grew somewhat sadder as he spoke.
"One can only hope that eventually, we'll get it."
"Movements such as mine take time," he explained. "Sometimes, no, oftentimes, the person known for ushering in a change in society, or how we see people is not the first to have taken this public stance. Even if I do not usher in the age where all humans and mutants live peacefully together, then I will happily take my place outside of the history books as an unsung forerunner. As long as change happens for the better, I don't care whose name is on the movement."
He was smiling inside; this young man was very deep and insightful for his age. At least on this issue, it seemed. "Luck is one of those funny things, isn't it? You can have all the skills, all the odds in your favor, and yet...one unforeseen variable can toss all of this on its head and you're back at square one. Rather annoying, really."
His eyes perked up behind his goggle-glasses as the boy mentioned mutation. "Well, that is something you will discover in time. After all, who would guess that looking like a giant mix-match of fish could have its benefits? But it does. Life is a giant jigsaw puzzle, and we as individuals represent but one little piece. Don't waste your life trying to fit. Just live life, do whatever it is you like to do, and pursue your passions. Then, your place in the puzzle will come to you."
He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "I wouldn't say lucky. It took a ton of hard work and even more patience. The aquarium wasn't that hard, for obvious reasons. As far as college goes, well...they don't ask for pictures on the college applications. All they saw were my scores. So by the time I showed up for class, it was too late."
He sighed. "It shouldn't be this way; where it takes those like us more work to make it just because we look different. Which is why I've taken a stand. Whenever I can, I speak to crowds of humans and mutants alike, visible and non-visible. I try to show them that we're different on the outside, but we're still breathing, living individuals, with feelings."
He gave an educated nod as he finished his sentence.
