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.
For the first time, Shard stepped foot upon a whole other world. She'd heard about the rift that had opened, of course; who hadn't? Even as cut-off from popular culture as she was, she wasn't an idiot. It didn't interest her much. Or rather, exploring the rift didn't interest her much. What was another world likely to have that she didn't all ready have in this one? She'd managed to find herself a makeshift shelter and she always had her pets to keep her company. Between their skills and hers, she rarely went hungry these days. She even had a small band of homeless miscreants that were willing to do her bidding in return for her protection. She was beholden to no one except herself and life was good.
Then those meddlesome SUPER agents had managed to capture her and she'd been imprisoned with countless other mutants against her will. Had she been there longer, she would have been experimented on like the others. Instead, a merry little band of heroes had come to save them all and she'd managed to escaped. Yay for her. Yay for now being the target of evil SUPER agents wanting to tag and track her and take away her hard one freedom. Oh goody. What fun. Except that it wasn't fun at all and that's where Poseidon came in. She sought him out because he offered safety and support in exchange for joining his little pro-mutant group. It rankled to have a boss man giving her orders, but at least the group seemed cool and it's ideals weren't so different from hers. So, for now, it was worth sticking around and following orders.
First order of the day, it turned out, was to settled upon the new world and start to insert Syndicate presence within. Not like there was much keeping her on the old world at this point anyway, so she volunteered. Yes. She, Shard, had actually volunteered for something. Something must seriously be wrong with the world for that to happen. Both of them. Not only did she actually volunteer but she also followed directions, went through the rift and found herself on a nice new Earth that looked suspiciously like the old Earth. Next step was to find the apartment she'd been set up with, but that could wait for a while. First, she wanted to get a lay of the land.
Looking almost presentable with only a few small, visible crystals coming out of her skin and hair that was almost controlled, she even opted to bring only to bring the pets which would fit in her oversized purse. Later, her wolf would be reformed to join her as well but for now it was best to remain inconspicuous. Humming a slightly out of tune song to herself, she began walking down the street, taking in the sights and sounds of a new world.
Shard has all ready been recruited into the Syndicate in AVerse and I would love to give her the opportunity to cause some mayhem and make her way into MROverse. Is there anyone who might be interested in teaming with her to go on an M raid?
Or failing a partner, perhaps there is someone who would like to step in and try to stop the mayhem?
Jayden laughed and took a drink of her own. "Well, so far we seem to be doing a pretty good job of being incognito. No conformity police that I can see." She made and exaggerated look around the room and smirked. "So far, anyway."
It was enjoyable to be in a place where she could show off her powers without fear of reprisal or mob justice deciding that she was a dirty mutant and thus had to be made to suffer. If only there were more places like that in the world. With a thought, her aura appeared and took on the appearance of a head to tow black leopard. She held it for a moment before shifting it to that of a komodo dragon. One final shift into a black wolf before she let it fade away, leaving her human aside from her claws.
"I'm a humanoid animal shifter. Often, I go by the name Darkshift."
Well, that would sure show her for judging a book by its cover, now wouldn't it? She really should have known better. "I guess I don't need to feel quite so awkward and out of place then," she said, feeling a little bit of relief. "I'm not really the sort to care very much, but this is a little out of my comfort zone." Interesting, but still slightly uncomfortable. Maybe in time that would change. Maybe her association with Haven would necessitate its change.
"Animals. Cool. Way cooler than the moniker Disney Prince. What I do is kind of related to animals too, in a way. Want to see?" Fortunately her own association with animals was of the 'safe for public viewing' sort otherwise she never would have suggested a display. Chaotic and occasionally violent she may be, but she wasn't stupid.
"I have to confess, I feel a little out of place here. I'm more a dive bars and rowdy patrons kind of girl," she laughed and took another drink of her beer. "I'm not sure I'm capable of doing the whole trendy club goer thing. You, however, seem to fit perfectly in a place like this." It was meant as a compliment. Just because she'd always be a dirty punk didn't mean she couldn't appreciate things a little outside her comfort zone.
"Disney Prince?" She raised an eyebrow at him. It wasn't exactly the most intimidating of code names, nor the most descriptive. "What exactly do you do, then?" The power of emotive musical dance numbers, maybe?
As soon as she'd crashed to the ground, the man responsible for her downfall pounced on top of her and began raining punches down upon her unprotected face. She struggled to maneuver herself up and out from under him, not having a lot of success. Half again her size and physical stronger, her mutant power didn't provide any advantage in that sort of situation.
After what felt like minutes but was probably only handful of seconds, and with thoroughly battered, she finally managed to gain enough traction to knee him squarely in the groin. The little moan he let out was oh so satisfying and she jumped back to her feet. The idiot she'd slashed with her claws was still clutching at his face and screaming in pain.
Then, suddenly, there was the bartender holding a shotgun.
"That's enough dammnit."
Crap. Apparently the others in the fight had a similar sentiment as, all of a sudden, no one was beating on anyone else. Funny how a loaded shotgun could elicit such a reaction. Man, was the bar ever trashed.
It took everything in her not to just go off on the catty little b*tches sending insults her way. Oh, how satisfying would it be to scar their pretty, little, perfect faces. She'd probably even see tears mingling with blood if she played her cards right. If not for the one who had come to play peacemaker she would have and was actually quite impressed with her self control. Self congratulation was definitely a thing.
Such mutants? She raised an eyebrow and gave an inquiring look to the girl. "You know I'm a mutant, right?" It was, after all, kind of hard to miss.
"Well I think they could do with someone teaching them some manners. They're going to get themselves hurt if they're not careful." That someone wouldn't be her. Unfortunately. At least for the moment. "I'm Jayden."
She recognized the other girl's lack of enthusiasm at the offered beer that matched her own at the offered smoothie and couldn't help but laugh. "I tell you what, how about we trade back and I won't take offense if you don't." She offered a smile as well as the offending smoothie. It was the gesture that counted anyway, right?
"The beach isn't my usual hangout," she agreed. "My friends back home would all probably make fun of me for being here. Its all bleached blondes and bimbos, you know?" A pause to reconsider her words. "Um, no offense. Stereotypes, they kind of such, right? Anyway, I have good memories from childhood going to the beach so I thought it'd be a good place to come and relax."
Something told her that her own idea of 'fun' might not match Allegra's idea. "I've only been here a couple months myself. As for fun, you don't seem the type to frequent punk shows and dive bars, which is pretty much my scent. But there are lots of high end clubs and museums and stuff." None of which she knew much of anything about aside from the fact that they existed and sometimes drunken club patrons made easy targets to rob. No point in mentioning that, probably.
Shard was about to continue on her way when another young girl approached her, a little older, in her teenage years. This one, however, was different. This one was actually speaking to her and didn't seem to be afraid. In fact, not only did she not appear to be afraid, but she was offering observations on the state of fear in little kids. How intriguing.
"Maybe they do," she agreed. "But it's still funny when they scream." Both the wolf and the falcon stared at her with unblinking jeweled eyes. Whether intriguing was good or bad she wasn't yet certain.
"I'm going to find some rich lady and relieve her of some of her jewels." No need to lie and besides, subterfuge had never been her strong suite. If the girl reacted badly, her pets could act faster than the girl could run off after the cops. It wouldn't be the first time she'd left someone bloody.
"Why aren't you afraid of me?" That was the answer she was most curious to learn, and she cocked her head to the side as she looked at the girl.
Posted by Shard on Jun 18, 2017 9:17:49 GMT -6
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This was a very nice place with some very attractive people. For all her brash confident and devil may care attitude, dating was the one area she really hadn't had much luck in. She just didn't know how to approach the girls she liked, how to flirt or, really, even how to recognize flirting directed at her half the time. Mostly, she'd given up on that aspect of her life, but a girl could still admire and dream, right?
"My first time here, too. I've got to say, I'm impressed." She took another sip of her beer.
"Hey, thanks. You're looking pretty damn dapper yourself. I'm Darkshift, by the way." She extended a hand to be shook. So far, coming here had been a good call.
Finishing her shot, she ordered one more for herself as well as a beer. There was a time when getting smashed had just been a part of your average Friday night, but that time had passed. Now she had a direction in life, actual goals and actual reasons to keep her head on straight. She was a representative of Haven and, especially given where she'd chosen to drink, it was important she be a good representative. No, that didn't mean she had to live by the letter of the law, but it did mean there was a certain public image to be maintained. Life was damn strange!
She downed her second shot just as a young man sat down at the bar beside her. "Good evening to you," she nodded in his direction. The alcohol burned pleasantly. It was obvious the stranger had taken the time to make himself up for a night on the town to good effect and he actually looked like he belonged at a place like Inferno unlike herself. Well, her own goal be appear respectable only went so far and if being respectable meant shaving her mowawk or doing away with her leather then she didn't want to have anything to do with it! One had to set personal boundaries somewhere, right?
"Come here often?" she asked, taking a sip of her beer.
Posted by Shard on Jun 15, 2017 20:12:48 GMT -6
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It had been a very long day. The last 4 hours Jayden had spent working with some of the younger at Sanctuary, trying to teach them some basic self defense. A mix of humans and mutants, almost all of them living in hard times and in hard places, some were definitely taking her lessons better than others. Between struggling with animosities between mutant and human children, sometimes only barely controlled mutant powers and the general chaos that came with pre-teens and teens, suffice to say it was not the easiest job she'd ever taken on. Days like today she wondered why on earth she had volunteered with Tempest to take on this responsibility.
Finally, however, the end of the lesson had come and the thing she wanted most at the end of a hard day was a good, stiff drink. Maybe she had started making something of her life and maybe some days she did seem to be almost respectable (well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration given her primary source of income was theft), but the punk in her would never disappear and the punk in her wanted alcohol. She'd earned it.
She'd heard a bit about Haven's club, Inferno, and tonight seemed like the right night to go and check it out. First, a bit to eat followed by a ride up to Inferno on her bike. Some part of her would have liked to have chosen a dive bar close by, but she really should find out more about the club the organization she was a part of actually ran. So, off she went.
First impression of Inferno made it clear it was not the sort of dive bar she was used to and she was definitely a bit out of place with her black mohawk, patched denim and leather trench-coat. The one thing that was not necessarily out of place were the black cat claws she almost always wore as a badge of mutant pride. Never one to let those sorts of trivialities deter her, she ordered herself a shot of rum and sat herself down at the bar.
If Shard had been able to see through the eyes of her pets and hear through the ears of her pets or if she had been capable of true communication with them, she might have been aware of the girl trailing behind her. As it was, whatever they happened to hear or smell remained a mystery to her and she remained oblivious to her young stalker.
As she walked, the relative squalor of her usual haunt began to transform itself into a more respectable area. Buildings became better kept, alleys were less filled with garbage and detritus and and the sights and smells of poverty became less evident. The types of people seen on the streets also began to change, from the homeless and often drug addicted or mentally unwell, to party people out for a late night good time. This was going to be fun.
If she were more inclined to stealth, she might have chosen to remain in the shadows. As it was, she enjoyed the looks of apprehension sent her way. She hadn't actually done any thing yet and true fear applied to few so far, but those looks gave her a sense power. She should be feared because she was dangerous. Fear was good.
A young girl, far too young to be out at this late hour, travelling with her mother looked towards Shard and her pets, pointing her out to her mother. A menacing growl from her wolf and a sadistic grin from Shard elicited a scared little shriek from the child. Oh, but this certainly was fun!
Sometimes it just felt good to punch a guy. Its not like she made a habit of punching people out for no reason, but she had to admit that there was something cathartic in the act. What better way to release pent up energy and stress than to add a few new bruises and cuts to a deserving foe? No better way at all!
Her first punch thrown landed with a very satisfying 'thud' and while the man didn't crumple to the ground, he was clearly rocked. She was being good and everything, didn't even bring out the claws and attempt to draw blood. Pretty little face like that, he would scar oh so nicely too. Well, there was still time for that.
While her attention was taken by the man in front of her, another of the frat boys came up from behind, wound up and broke a wooden chair across her back. She winced with pain. Even through the thick scales, it hurt like a b*tch and would probably leave bruises. Because of scales she wasn't presently curled up on the ground in agony.
Spinning to face the second foe, she slashed with claws out this time, resulting in 4 shallow red lines across his face. By this time her original enemy had steadied himself enough to spin and sweep her legs out from under her and she went crashing to the ground.
