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.
I hope I'm not too late to jump in and say that I'm interested in a thread. Darkshift might not have the most moral of skills to encourage getting off the streets, but she's been there herself and knows enough to understand that it's not pretty. If the option is to live on the streets or to steal from those more fortunate, sometimes you just have to do what's necessary.
Well, the missile launcher was worth a try, at least. Not that Jayden was surprised that it didn't exist but she was vaguely disappointed. Man, would it have been satisfying to just blow that stupid bot to oblivion and be done with it! Too bad, it looked like they were going to have to come up with more conventional methods of escape.
Robot Girl took her lead with the can and sent it rolling towards the bot. Luck or perhaps glitchy electronics were on their side as apparently the bot was so intent upon its targets that it tripped over the can and toppled to the ground. It wouldn't grant them a lot of time but at least it was something and at that point she was willing to take anything. Jail was not an option!
"This way," Jayden yelled, turning down a sharp corner. And there was that crowd of milling humans she was hoping to find! Not that either one of them was likely to blend into a crowd very well at that point, given that one of them was a robot and the other was a black scaled humanoid. A small part of her brain told her she could just shift back to normal, fade into the crowd and let Robot Girl fend for herself. A larger part of her brain told her that would be a truly dick move to do to someone who had just helped her. The larger part of her brain won.
"Here, quick wear this." Jayden took off her trench coat and handed it back. It wasn't much and it wouldn't hide things like head or hands, but it was something at least. Maybe luck would continue on their side, who knew. Black scales from her hands and eyes melted back into her skin, remaining only upon those vital areas covered by clothing. Black claws also remained; they weren't out of the woods yet and there was something to be said about not being completely defenseless. Even if claw wasn't likely to do much against metal.
Not for the first time, it occurred to Jayden that Aura must be a very dangerous person; not someone she wanted on her bad side. As a friend, being dangerous could be a benefit. Friend? That was probably the wrong word to use. She didn't have friends and something told her the other girl probably didn't either. Friends implied meaningful connections and meaningful connections lead to weakness. Weakness lead to the possibility of being taken advantage of and she didn't even want to think about where that road lead.
She took in al the information given and filed it away for future use. "Bullets, not so much," Jayden responded with a grimace. "Hand to hand I'm pretty well protected. Anything that smashes, hits or bruises I can deflect as long as its not strong enough to break bones. Small blades don't pose a threat although larger ones are still a problem. Basically, I can manifest scales or thick hide and fur so I figure my defence is about the same as leather armour." It was the first time she had detailed her talents in such a fashion. This was turning into a night of firsts."
"Offensively, claws and teeth are my major weapons although there's also something to be said for extra limbs or tails. I'm not really super strong, but if I manifest the head of a crocodile it comes equipped with the strength of a crocodile's jaws." A somewhat sadistic small accompanied that descriptor. She could think of a couple of people who might deserve getting a hand bitten off.
"If we're going to be working together and quite possibly in dangerous circumstances, mind if I ask a little more about what you're capable of?" It was important to know the strenghs of your allies. Or something. This working with others was going to take a bit of getting used to.
Well, apparently it didn't take long for the META to get back onto its feet. Figured. "Any chance you have a missile launcher or something," Jayden yelled at the robot girl not far behind her, risking a quick glance back. It was worth a shot, right? That seemed like something appropriately robotty. Of course, with her luck tonight it would be the META with the missile launcher and not the robot that seemed to be on her side.
The glance back revealed the META to be not far behind the two of them. So far, at any rate, it didn't seem to have any guns or projectiles, but who knew with these things anyway? It wasn't as if she was an expert. Not the best time to start regretting her lack of research into the robotic police officers, was it? Pretty sure the internet would have had loads of useful information. Too late now; something to look into when and if she escaped.
"I didn't do a damn thing!" Jayden called back, not bothering to keep the irritation out of her voice. It was true. In fact if not in intent. "We need to slow it down so we can lose it, maybe run out into a crowd." It was night, not yet late night and they were downtown. Surely there had to be a crowd once they got out of the alley? By now she was starting to pant with the exertion.
Slowing just slightly her the robot girl to catch up with her, a black tail sprouted from Jadyen's tailbone and knocked down a garbage can as they ran past. It might not be much of an obstacle but it was the best she could come up with at the time. Gods, she hoped she wouldn't have to actually stand and fight the thing. That just didn't sound like an appealing prospect...
With a possible new purpose in life, Jayden decided it was well past time she learn to truly master the use of her powers. It wasn't as if she didn't have a good handle on them and how they worked; she did. For well over a year it was through their their use that she had been able to live the life she now lived. With them, she was able to steal the money she needed for things like rent and food and come out of it relatively unscathed. So far, at least. A little luck probably played into that too.
Recent conversations with the young woman, Aura, had started to change her perspective on things. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than stealing to survive. Maybe there was more to life than hiding in the shadows and pretending to be merely human. Because she wasn't merely human, now was she? And she shouldn't have to be afraid to be seen for what she was: a mutant.
Tonight wasn't about being seen as a mutant, it was about not being seen at all. She found herself, in the early am hours, in an empty park. Warm black fur covered her body so the cold winter air could barely be felt. It was time to learn to do more than simply what was needed to survive, it was time to learn the limits of her gift. Hunting seemed like a good way to do that and as coyotes were known to be seen in this area, hunting one of those seemed like a good place to start. Black claws sprouted from her hands and she crouched next to a tree, waiting.
"I didn't do anything!" Darkshift yelled at the offending bot. It even had the advantage of being true, so long as intent didn't matter; META bots weren't mind readers as far as she knew. Whether it was reading the intent of her body language or was actually malfunctioning she wasn't sure and, quite frankly, she didn't really care. Obeying the command in hopes of buying herself a few moments of time to figure out what the hell she was going to do now, she froze, clawed hands held in front of her in submission.
The bot walked steadily towards her, shock cuffs at the ready and she mentally prepared herself to take action in order to escape. Against humans she knew she could do a lot of damage, probably even kill if she was that type of mutant. She wasn't. Against a robot? What could cat claws do against a metal shell? The answer: probably not a hell of a lot. At least her scales would help keep her relatively uninjured, as long as the machine didn't hit hard enough to break bones. Then she'd be screwed. Royally.
As the META bot got almost close enough for her to make her move, Darkshift took notice of the other robot nearby. Robot it might be, but she was pretty sure it wasn't another bot. For one thing, it wasn't matted black and for another it seemed rather frightened of the bot. Maybe another mutant she could use. Hopefully it was friendly.
Finally the bot got close enough for her to act. A black tentacle grew out of one of her ankles and tripped to offending robot, wrapping around one of its legs and causing it to lose balance. Almost as soon as it appeared and it was gone, melting back into her flesh. She bolted towards the other robot. "I suggest you either help or join me running," she yelled. At the very least, two targets had to make things more difficult than one, right?
Jayden liked the night. She had learned early on that her power had the potential to make her hard to see when the sun was down and the lights were dim. Practice followed, to learn to keep to the shadows as best she could and minimize the sounds she made when moving. Advantage she may have in keeping hidden at night, but her power didn't exactly make her invisible even in the best of times. She worked with what she had and what she had really wasn't so bad. Once forced to leave home, it had kept her alive, fed and out of jail more times than she could count.
More than anything else, it was habit that found her prowling around dark alleys. Prowling, perhaps, was a bit of an over-statement: wandering aimlessly was more like it. Recent employment opportunities with Aura and her Order meant she didn't really have to go seeking monetary exploitation any longer. Probably, at any rate. But what else was she going to do? It wasn't even all that late out yet.
Not entirely intentionally, she found herself among her usual haunts, in the back alleys of some of the more high end clubs in the city. This was where she usually made her living, such as it was: mugging those too drunk, rich and stupid to fully understand what was happening. It was easy, really, to jump out from the darkness with claws unsheathed and demand whatever funds her unfortunate victim had upon him or her. A few drops of blood was enough for most of them to give over their riches without a fight, then she'd flee into the darkness. Simple. No need for guilt when they really weren't hurt and most had so much money that a few hundred dollars wouldn't mean much.
Tonight, it should have been too early to have much success; not much after 10. Still, she found herself hidden in a shadow, black scales covering every inch of her not covered by her black trench coat and black claws at the ready. When an unexpected prime target existed the club, far more intoxicated than the early hour might suggest, it was something not easily passed up. It didn't matter that the money wasn't technically needed at that moment, old habits died hard. A few stumbled stops from her potential victim and she jumped out, claws at the ready.
"Halt immediately, mutant," a robotic voice spoke from behind her. Crap! Meta Bot. And she hadn't even really done anything yet.
As Aura spoke, Jayen felt a sense of uneasiness. With the decision she was making here, she was getting involved in something serious, probably more serious than she fully understood at that moment. Maybe she wasn't going to be expected to kill, but it was clear that killing for the cause wasn't unusual. Even if the cause was good, was she ready for that? Still, it also sounded like there were resources to help keep those who were part of the organization out of jail and knowing her history, that was a major perk. If things in her life continued as they had been, it was only a matter of time before she'd end up behind bars.
"I'll be doing my best not to kill anyone," she answered. Not killing mutants felt like an easy rule to follow, at least. "Your rules sound reasonably, I agree to them." Obedience wasn't exactly something she was good at, but if the money was good and they actually did the work that was claimed it was something she could work on. Everyone had their strengths and weaknesses.
"Be trying my best not to end up in prison," she spoke was a sharp laugh that that felt bitter. "I'm pretty sure my powers are the only thing that's kept me out so far. I've got a place to stay but its nice to know I've got alternatives." She accepted and pocked the cell phone and money. "So, what now? Do you call me for missions or something like that?" It occurred to her that she probably didn't have to steal anymore. It also occurred to her that stealing was the only lifestyle she really knew.
Lost in her thoughts as she was, Jayden wasn't really paying that much attention to the other woman. Enough, certainly, that if she tried anything she'd be ready because protecting herself was instinct. Not enough, however, to avoid surprise when the other woman spoke to her and more surprise besides when the words were positive compliments on her claws. From everything she had ever been taught about being a mutant and the animosity the world held towards them, compliments were the last thing she expected. Suspicion warred with a weird feeling of hope.
It was a subconscious action when she tried to hide one clawed hand with the other, failing in the attempt because, of course, both hands were clawed. Self-consciousness was not something she was used to experienced but then, neither was she used to allowing her mutant self to be visible out in the open like this. Aura would probably tell her to get over it. No, Aura would definitely tell her to get over it. She should be proud of being a mutant, damn it all, and so proud she was going to be!
"Mutant," Jadyen answered trying and mostly succeeding in keeping the scowl out of her voice. "It's kind of what I do." She lifted one clawed hand for the other woman to take a closer look. Because that was what someone who was proud to be a mutant would do, right? Show off her gifts and not try to hide them. And really, it was't so hard to do, now was it?
Sounds good. What do you think of a rescue mission, of sorts? Something where lethal force can be avoided but can help overcome some of Darkshift's doubts about the extremity of the organization. Helping get a young mutant out of a bad situation would go a long way towards reassuring her that she'd made the right choice.
Jayden like the philosophy of living life by her own rules; it was pretty much the only way she had ever lived her life. No, she wasn't a bad person. Just because some people might consider some of her actions bad, well, they didn't know her nor did most of them know what true freedom really was. Besides, unless she was really desperate she normally only stole from those who didn't really need it anyway. Gods knew some people needed a bit of humbling now and then.
"I've got a place to live, if that's what you mean," she answered with a shrug. It might not have been much but it was hers and she was a little possessive of it. "But I guess maybe I could use a friend in this city who understands a little bit. If you've got a number or something..." Her voice trailed off. She wasn't used to asking such things or admitting that she had any use for anyone but herself.
Usually, Jayden didn't like to find herself outside during normal daylight hours. Either she was sleeping, getting into trouble or thinking about getting into trouble. Sometimes, however, it was necessary. Such as, for example when one had to purchase food. Or steal food. Because that was definitely an option for the type of life she lead and sometimes it was a more appealing option than putting her hard earned money towards it. Worried about how her sticky fingers might impact the local grocer? Rarely. Most of them were greedy capitalists with far too much money than was good for them anyway!
Besides, night was falling and night was when her comfort time happened to be. For once she actually had money in her pocket and the questions regarding where said money had come from were irrelevant What mattered is that she had it and that it felt like far less effort to just purchase her goods and services like a normal person tonight than on certain other nights. Thus, she found herself a little shop that sold her a hot sandwich for a reasonable price. The young lady at the counter had even given her hair a compliment. All in all, the evening was turning into a good one.
Walking at a leisurely pace, Jayden's mind turned to the young woman, Aura, who she had met recently. The message had been that mutants needed help and that one shouldn't have to be ashamed of being a mutant nor should one have to hide in the shadows. While she had never been ashamed, she had always tried to remain hidden. Maybe it was time to change that. Her power, when used was a visible one, sometimes dramatically so. She wasn't quite ready to have her mutant status out for the world to see, but maybe something subtle. Thus, for those observant enough, her fingers sported a set of black cat claws as not only a mark of her being a mutant but also excellent for personal protection. A baby step, maybe, but a step nevertheless.
Finishing her food, Jayden stopped beside a brown haired staring at a 'for rent' sign. She smiled at the stranger; it was remarkable how good a mood she was in tonight. Interesting to think about how someone like that vanilla looking stranger might react if she happened to notice the claws. More interesting besides to think about how many mutants were hidden, scattered throughout the human population.
Oh hey, this looks like something I should request for as well. Please and thankyou
Character name: Jayden 'Darkshift' Sylvia Face claim: No one specifically, needs to be a young female punk with a mohawk. Special requests: Black and purple colour scheme with something suggesting different animals.
I'm finding things a bit slow starting out and getting involved. Is there anyone who would be interested an a thread with shiftery truant punk? Perhaps assisting in something nefarious or helping to stop something nefarious? I'm open to ideas as well, just want to get more involved and hopefully find me another couple of threads.
