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.
"Hrrrrr toooo maany scents hrrr, toooooo maaany sooounds, grrrrr harrrrrrd to speeeaak, feeeeeellll hhhhhrrrrrrr teeeerrrrrrrritorrrrrrrial, haaaans rrrrrrr dooon't woooorrrrrrrk weeelll, keeep dooing hrrrr annimaaal thiiings..." Tyson said. Nodding dutifully Danica wrote everything down in shorthand, then started to think about it and absentmindedly chewed on the edge of her pen. There was a lot to cover and this was no doubt just the tip of the iceberg. She wasn't even qualified to address problems like this, but in her mind you didn't need a degree to try to help someone.
“Well it would seem the feral aspect of your mutation was just more than physical, if you're feeling territorial and doing animal things, sound like it messed with your head too,” Danica said. Stepping a little closer took one of his hands with both of hers, the size difference considerable. “Whoa Nelly, I think these are closer to talons than they are claws. Have you tried cutting them? I noticed when you cut your face it healed pretty quick, do the claws do the same thing?”
It was obvious to see that Tyson had a lot to deal with. He was right in that she could walk around in public without scaring people in general. Never the less she was going to try to help him as much as possible, and might even ask for help if there was something she couldn't handle. Danica mulled over the situation and something else occurred that could possibly help. With a smile she looked up at Tyson, “For what it's worth, I accept you the way you are, hair, claws, teeth and all.”
Danica was about to make a few suggestions regarding what Tyson might be able to do, when something clicked in her mind. It was how the wolfish man referred to himself as a thing. She blinked a few times, turned to face Tyson, then took a step forward pointing a finger right in his face. “Now you listen, and listen good. I don't EVER want to hear talk about yourself like that again. You're a who, not a what, got that?!”
Taking a step back she glared at him for a moment to drive the point home, then seemed to relax a little. In a way she knew where Tyson was coming from, there were times she thought of herself as a thing rather than a person. That was something that Danica had been forcing out of her mind and constantly mentally reinforcing the fact that she was still a person. Thinking about that for a moment she scowled slightly realizing it was society that made mutants feel that way, treating them like monsters rather than people. Once again humans seemed to be at the center of a mutant related problem.
“Despite the way you look, I know there's still a person in there, we wouldn't be talking if there wasn't. I know you've got a lot on your mind, I'd wager the way you referred to your mother she doesn't know about this new... development? As for a place to stay, the mansion's obviously mutant friendly. Probably one of the few places people like us can walk around safely,” Danica said. She thought about the situation for a moment and tried figure out ways to possibly help Tyson. One of the things she had a decent idea about was organization, as it was something of a requirement for her previous job as a secretary.
“Alright, I'll admit I may not be the world's best at helping people, but I think I might be able to help you at least get started on trying to sort all of this out,” Danica said. Dressed in a casual blue business suit, which was one of her favorite outfits, she removed a pen and a notepad from an inside pocket. Also something she often carried as a secretary, and something of a habit that was still practiced. “How about we make a list of things you're worried about and/or want to take care of? Maybe if you get going in a certain direction it'll help you start moving forward. What do you think?”
“I think most people who end up becoming mutants one way or another, wish they could go back to being normal. I know I do, even though my abilities don't show on the outside, normally...” Danica said. There was a part of her that still hated her powers, but another that was beginning to realize how much more powerful they made her. There was also a part of her that liked that, that liked being stronger and better able to exert herself. Holding a hand out, palm down, Danica called upon her kinetic abilities ever so gently causing a small cascade of orange energy arcs to crackle down her arm.
“You and I would both give anything to be normal again, but I doubt that will ever happen,” Danica said. “I think the best thing you can do is set affairs in order with your old life and move on. It's all we can do really, and if there's one thing I've learned, those who live in the past, have no future.” Those words were said to Tyson as much as they were herself. More than anything Danica wanted to go home and pretend that none of this ever happened, but that was nothing more than a pipe dream. Her job, home, parents, even a previous boyfriend, they were all in her past now. It was time for Danica to look toward the future and figure out what to do with her life, and that in itself presented a huge problem. In a little over thirty years she'd barely figured out what to do with the old one.
“My name is Danica by the way. You really do need to talk about this to someone, but if you're not ready, that's alright. Any idea what you want to do right now?” Danica said.
"Hrrrr, tooo shooooorrrrrt, I'd mhiiiss," Tyson said. Know that this was a joke Danica walked over and hip bumped him gently.
“See, being short has its advantages,” Danica said.
"Hrrrrrr doooon't knooooow grrrrrr if ihhhh caan liive hrrrrr like thiiiiis," Tyson said. "Hrrrr scrrraaarrred."
“I know you're scared, and that you think it's the end of the world, but it's not,” Danica said. “One thing I've had to learn, something I'm still learning, is to try to look at this as the beginning of something new.” For the first time since her life got turned upside down, some of the old Danica started to show through. Rather than snarky, sarcastic, boisterous, or explosive, it was just plain old her. Part of this was due to having someone that could understand her, as well as someone she could understand. Through she'd learned to bury away from the surface, the truth is Danica was probably just as scared as Tyson. Admittedly she could hide her abilities better, most of the time, but it wasn't always easy for her either.
“By the way, I don't think you're hideous or scary, I think you look kinda cool,” Danica said, then decided to throw in a joke of her own. “But I swear if some emo wuss that sparkles in sunlight shows up, I'll kill'em.” For a time she stood there, arms folded, and looked out over the lake. There were a lot of conflicting emotions inside Danica right now, and it as hard to sort them all out. She imagined the same was going on with Tyson. It wasn't easy to lose everything you know and care about, then be a pariah to society in general because of something you didn't even ask for. Now a little bit of nasty was starting to well up.
“Personally if you ask me, those human losers should be afraid of us, we can do anything they can and more. You're better than them, you realize that right?” Danica said. "That being said, if you wanna talk I'm all ears, sometimes it helps to have someone that will actually listen to you and your problems."
"The name's Danica, nice to meet you too," Danica said. Stopping for a moment she looked around to take stock of the situation, people were already starting to take notice of the scene that was developing. It didn't help that there was an eccentric looking woman and a dwarf standing around some guy who was laying on the ground. Still in something of a mood, Danica threw her arms into the air and waved them around at the onlookers. "Ooga booga booga!"
"I think it might be a good idea if we found somewhere else to hang out. Knowing our luck somebody'll freak out and start shooting, then they'll all end up dead," Danica said. Not exactly sure where to go next, and with Darkshift able to assume a normal form, she just started to walk down the street. All of the moping and grousing was starting to depress Danica, so she decided to lighten the mood.
"So do you normally hang out in dark alleyways scaring the crap out of unsuspecting humans? Or is it just an every other week hobby?" Danica said.
"I get that you have problems, especially when the uninvited genetic guest decides to ruin your life. Okay, admittedly I didn't grow fur," Danica said, then looked down at her waist for a moment. "At least not everywhere, but people have been laughing and snickering at me since high school, however I digress. I'm not here to trade boo-boos and boo-hoos, I'm sure we've both got more than enough of those."
Stopping to think about that for a minute Danica realized how true those words really were. There were entire parts of her life she'd rather not remember, and certain memories she wished didn't exist. However wishes seemed to be in short supply these days. There were a few more approaches Danica could take, so she decided to just throw them all out there at once.
"I've said my peace, so if you wanna be left alone to brood, fine. If you want to talk, I'll listen, you wanna take a swing at me, go for it, but I'll pop you at least one good time," Danica said.
Danica just blinked at the rather ferel growl and watched the wolfman walk away. Were the little woman in any other mood, she might have done just that, and left him alone. More than anything she empathized with his plight. Not too long ago Danica had been in the very same place, hating her powers and everything related to them. Rather than a snarky or witty approach, she decided to try something different. Following Tyson quietly she waited for him to blow off some steam, then walked to the edge of the pond, just out of claw range.
"If it helps at all, I do understand what you're feeling. Living your nice normal life, just trying to get by, then..." Danica picked up a stone, tossed it into the air, then extended a finger and blew it across the lake to the other side with a small burst of orange energy. " Boom, life over, start again sucker, bites huh?"
With a light sigh she looked over at Tyson. It was plainly obvious that he was incredibly angry, much the way Danica was at first. In truth there were times when she was still angry over everything too, though now she was beginning to move on to the stage of acceptance and mild depression. Keenly aware of how dangerous Tyson could be, she was ready to react if he lunged, but until then she stood quietly, waiting to see what he would do.
With a smile on her face Danica walked through Central Park taking in the evening atmosphere. Once again she had undergone a mood swing, however this one had put her in a good mood, as odd as that was. After all the doom and gloom lately she just decided to go with it. Taking a deep breath of the evening air she smiled, caring little for any danger from ruffians, lest they receive a nasty surprise. What she did enjoy were the smells. The flowers, freshly cut grass, the food cart that passed by, even the tree sap.
That last one caused Danica to pause, normally tree sap didn't give off much of a scent unless in large quantities. Even then she only recognized it because her mother used to make syrup the old fashioned way. It seemed to be coming from a less used section of the park, so Danica decided to investigate. Often allowing curiosity to best common sense, she walked on noticing what appeared to be some fairly nasty claw marks.
"Damn, Freddy in town?" Danica said, mumbling to herself. Dabbing some of the tree sap with a finger, she licked it and smiled thinking about the smell of pancakes in the morning. Soon the source of the disturbance came into view as she continued on. For a moment the physical appearance startled Danica a little, then she quirked a brow. She knew him from the mansion, at least in having seen him in passing. Even then he didn't appear overly cheerful.
"Now what on earth did these poor trees ever do to you?" Danica said. Seeing more of the amber liquid she dabbed it with a finger again, maybe it was time for something sweet.
You're welcome. In return, no more energy bolts, yeah?" As they walked through the halls Danica gave a small smile of her own.
"Fair enough."
"I actually think we have some positions open. If you have any qualifications, this place is always in need of teachers?" Cafas said. That made Danica think for a moment, teaching was never a profession she'd considered in the past. However it wasn't exactly easy to find a job in a mutant friendly environment. The problem now was that Danica didn't have a lot of professional skills to offer.
"Hmm, I don't know if I would qualify for a teaching position, unless you have people looking for classes in shorthand dictation, typing, and making coffee, " Danica said.
The next point of interest came when Cafas retrieved a clipboard and some papers from a nearby office. When they were handed to Danica, and the chairs arranged, she hoped up and took a seat. Forms were nothing new to her, and the chance to have a safe haven in a place like this was something she wasn't about to pass up. Removing a pen from a pocket Danica clicked it and began to scribble information down. When it got to physical statistics she started to grumble lightly.
"Height... four foot... weight... none ya damn business..." Danica said, then upon reaching the page for ability description she looked up at Cafas. "Aw hell no, I ain't telling anybody jack about my powers until I know I have a place to stay. "
Before her life had been turned upside down, the sight of someone like Darkshift probably would have scared Danica out of her mind. Now she was slightly startled by the young woman's appearance out of seemingly nowhere, but otherwise unphased. Mutants were her people now, and life for them was hard enough without other people freaking out at the mere sight of one. The man on the other hand, looked at Darkshift and began to come unglued. Before he could lose it completely, Danica stood up and delivered a knuckle sandwich between the legs. The man dropped and laid there, squealing quietly.
"Sometimes being four feet tall comes in handy, " Danica said, then looked at Darkshift. "Hey, what's crackin' tall, dark, and mysterious? Thanks for the assist by the way."
Darkshift's appearance was quite a curiosity to her. Standing there Danica looked at the young woman, however she didn't seem scared. It was quite possible the taller woman could be dangerous, however until some sort of threat was posed, she saw no reason to be hostile. Danica even went so far as to smile at her.
I suppose it shouldn't come as any great surprise that my parents freaked out upon discovering I was a mutant. My father acting like I was some sort of disgusting freak of nature, while my mother simply locked herself in the bedroom and wouldn't talk to me. Never really imagined I would be sitting at a bus stop writing in my journal, but this is really all I have left. Those bastards at Sector Seven ruined my life and cost my everything. All I have left are a few dollars in my pocket and a bottle of booze. I know drinking isn't the answer to problems, but sometimes it is nice to at least be able to dull things slightly. I hate my life, I really do. It's times like this I'm tempted to just climb a tall building and do a swan dive into the pavement.
Who am I kidding, I may not be a bible thumper or attend church like I used to, but suicide's still a one way ticket to hell. Some days I wish I were never born, some days I wish I would die in my sleep, I really don't see anything ending well for me at all. I have nothing left, nothing at all, except for these damn useless powers I never wanted in the first place. It's bad enough people look at my like a freak for being four feet tall, now I have to deal with this too? What I wouldn't give for the days when my biggest worry was finding a footstool so I could climb into a chair. Hell, I can't even stand to write anymore.
The music playing in the background was just loud enough to annoy Danica as she sat in the bar holding a glass of Mountain Dew in one hand. Seated at the bar she was in a rather foul mood trying to figure out what to do about life in general. The other thought that crossed the woman's mind was finding a better place to hang out, bar's weren't exactly conducive to a healthy lifestyle. Swirling the drink in hand she continued to stare off into space thinking about the whole situation. At first the changes in Danica's life had been frightening, to the point she almost couldn't handle it, but that was starting to change. Already she'd accepted the fact that her old life was gone, and never coming back.
That was perhaps the hardest thing to deal with, but once the reality of it all sank in, it was time to do something about it. There was a lot that Danica still had to deal with, and the enormity of it all was simply too much to deal with at one time. That was why she was taking things one day and one problem at a time. Downing the last of the green soda she tapped the glass on the bar lightly for a refill, then thanked the bartender when he brought another glass. One reason Danica chose not to drink was knowing that it would lead to no good, she'd already seen her father battle alcoholism and adding that to the already long list to problems wouldn't help.
Right now more than anything she was trying to figure out where her abilities figured into everything and looking for a place to start. The biggest thing right now was trying to find a starting point and building a new life from there. Another reason for coming here was that Danica needed to distance herself from everything, get a fresh perspective. With a sigh she finally gave up for the time being, not knowing what to do about her new abilities. The only real silver lining to this dark cloud was not being homeless anymore and at least having one friend that understood her situation, Cafas specifically. Deciding to head out Danica slid down off the chair and walked through the back exit of the bar, only to get mowed down in the doorway.
“Hey, why don't you watch where your going you jerk!” Danica said.
At first Danica was intimidated by the sight of all the mutants walking around, it was a lot to take in all at once. Some of the people here looked normal, others look different, and somewhere outright frightening at first. However despite being a complete and total mental train wreck there was still some fortitude to the small woman. Steeling herself, Danica walked with Cafas in the direction indicated. Once her fear was under control curiosity started to take over.
"So how long have you lived here?" Danica said. Once the shock of seeing all mutants wore off, Danica focused her attention on the mansion. It looked quite expensive, and if there was one thing she liked it was money. Though Danica always kept things above board, she was always interested in money. If it was legal in involved making money she was interested.
"Wow, how much do you think a place like this costs?" Danica said. There was a lot going through her mind at the moment, and more than anything she was just trying to stay focused on something. Walking through the front door delicate took a moment to look around. The mansion was beautiful and she was quite fascinated by it.
It was still hard for Danica to deal with everything that was going on, however focusing on the matter at hand and shutting everything else out seemed to help. At the same time Danica was also extremely grateful that someone was there in her darkest hour. Taking a moment she turned around to face Cafas, and gave him a small hug.
"Thank you for all your help," Danica said, then turned around to look at the mansion again. "Now I don't suppose the fat cat that runs this whole operation needs a secretary do they?"
The entire situation with spiraling out of control. The only thing the Danica wanted to do in the first place was get something to eat. Now she was being chased down an alley by a would-be assassin, and some strange woman never seen before. The next thing Danica knew shots rang out. Never a fighter to begin with she decided to take advantage of the distraction and continued to run down the alley.
Despite the way things appeared Danica wasn't running away, just trying to draw the man to a more secluded area of the city. What she was worried about more than anything is if you could find her here I might be able to find her somewhere else. This is a situation that needed to be taken care of. More than anything she was concerned with how he even knew about her in the first place. If tje man could somehow be disabled without being killed, she could question him.
The situation became really interesting when Danica was able to draw a considerable distance away from the man. Trying to figure out what to do next a small arc of orange energy crackled down her arm. Still not entirely sure what was going on she decided to take advantage of the situation. Danica may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer but she was still able to put two and two together. Although she couldn't explain exactly why the inability to access her powers seem to have something to do with the proximity to this strange man.
Near the wall of the alley there was an old metal rod, upon seeing this an idea came to mind. Taking the makeshift weapon in hand Danica unleashed a burst of energy from her legs. She launched into the air just as the man came around the corner, the metal rod struck the man in the head. To the sound of metal on metal the weapon struck a helmet or at least some sort of protective headgear. The man wasn't killed but the blow seemed to stun him. For her part Danica hit the ground dropping the weapon, her arms hurting from the vibrations caused by the impact. What really seemed to rattle her was when the hood came down, there was no sort of protective headgear. The only thing that Danica could imagine was that the man had a metal skull.
