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.
While Jayden waited for Xavia, she noticed and made a mental note of the pamphlet on the table about the place being a mutant boarding house, of sorts. She wasn't quite sure where she was going, now that she had a bit of money to her name, but it was good to have options. One thing she knew for certain was that she wasn't about to remain in the abandoned apartment building Elliott had brought her too on her first night back in the city. As far as squats went, it was the best she'd ever seen, but it was still a squat and she still aspired to better.
"Do yo do stitch?"
"I can get by," she answered, making her way to the bathroom. Violence had been a part of her life from a young age and knowing how to stitch someone up was a skill worth having. On her way, she also noticed the framed albums with what appeared to be the other woman's face on the cover. There had been a time when she'd aspired to make music as well, but that seemed like a niave pipe dream of youth, now days.
Arriving in the bathroom, Jayden picked up the curved needle and thread. "I'm sorry, this may hurt a bit but I'll get it done as quickly as I can. Lets give your wound a good cleaning before we get started." She waited for the other woman to follow instructions and prepared to stitch her wounds.
Jayden had been scouting her target for the past week. Her last big score had been a pawn shop which had mixed results. On the positive, she had come away with well over $10000, but on the negative the owner had turned out to be a mutant and it took the help of another mutant, Xavia, for her to get away with her hide intact. Neither one of those things were going to happen again, if she had anything to say about it.
One of the first things purchased with her score had been a new laptop. Her computer skills a little rusty at first, it didn't take long to re-learn. With skills touched up, she proceeded to research to find the most ideal mark for her next steal. Jason Striver was a trust fund kid with a known hatred of mutants. Rumoured to be high up in a well known anti-mutant club, nothing had been definitively proven. What was known was that he had a lot of money and was vocal about his dislike of mutants. He was exactly the type of score she was looking for.
It was a little more challenging to track down where he lived and some of his routines but she eventually managed that, too. Keeping to the shadows at night, she had spent long hours scouting his place of residence to find out when his routines, when he was usually home, when he wasn't and what the best ways to enter and exit his place were. Tonight he was supposed to be at a benefits gala and so tonight she would make her attack.
Parking her bike, another recent acquisition, a few blocks away, Jayden walked into the vicinity of her target. Just before the mansion was in sight, her covered herself in night black scales and manifested cat claws on all her fingers. She knew he normally left a window open on the third floor, erroneously assuming no one would be able to enter that high up. He was about to be proven wrong.
Jayden hopped on the bike and waited for Xavia to do the same. Scales came back up to cover her head. They might not be much protection should they happen to crash, but it was better than nothing. Hopefully they wouldn't be stopped for her lack of a helmet. That would be a really bad end to a really bad day.
Following the other woman's instructions, it didn't take long to reach their destination. It was nice, nicer than she expected. Clearly the other woman had some money to her name. Lucky her. Not everyone was so fortunate in the world. It was easy to not have to steal when one all ready had the means to live a comfortable life on their own.
Closing the door behind her, Jayden placed the keys onto the nearest table as Xavia went to the bathroom. "Do you have a first aid kid in there? Do you need any assistance?" she called out from the foyer. She felt bad that someone else had gotten hurt defending her and if she could help tend her wounds, it was the least she could offer.
Jayden didn't have any issue living alongside non-mutants. She might consider herself a mutants first kind of woman, sure, but that didn't mean she had any issue with humans, not in general. She had issue with bigots who wanted to hurt, collar or otherwise kill mutants, sure, but despite what some of the more radical members of her species might suggest, she knew that wasn't all humans. Most, just like her own people, were just trying to get by in a world that was often hostile and cold.
"Ya, I guess I could have gone back to Sanctuary." Too much to go into as far as why she preferred not to, not just yet anyway. "Its probably better this way though. With mutants and humans living together. Helps teach tolerance." She was more than willing to steal from or hurt humans when it was necessary, but that didn't mean she found it ideal. Ideal would be a world filled with sunshine and rainbows and everyone getting along perfectly, but she knew that was fantasy land thinking.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to choose my room now and try to get some sleep. Its been a long night. Thanks again for bringing me to this place." It wasn't much, but it was a start of bigger and better things to come.
The truck swerved and it was a thing of beauty to watch as Puppeteer used his mannequins to manipulate events to his favour. If she didn't know better, with their disguises she would have sworn they were all human and if it was hard for her to tell the difference, it was surely impossible for all the standards to tell the difference. Using the small ventriloquist dummy as a child hostage was a brilliant way to get the humans to follow orders without question. Of course, a close examination would suggest certain inhuman traits to give it away, but when guns and robberies were involved, who was paying that much attention to such things?
The one thing about pulling off a robbery with an army of mannequins is that there wasn't much that was needed to help. First one guard was ushered out of the way, then the other and suddenly the back of the armored car was opened and the goodies within available for all to see. The two guards were tied up but, just to be on the safe side, Jayden felt it appropriate that they probably shouldn't be conscious. One hand shifted into a hoof and a solid knock on the head of the first guard and then the second rendered each unconscious. A moment later, her hand then shifted back to its usual clawed self. They would both have a solid bump and maybe a concussion, but no real harm had been done.
"Should we take the whole thing or just grab s much as we can carry? I'll leave it up to you kiddo. I'll let you run the show, I'm just here for the ride."
"We're going to want to get out of here fast. The guards are down but you know someone has all ready called the cops and they're on the way. I say we grab whatever we and your friends can grab and get the hell out of here." A glance and a glower at the nearby vehicles. No matter how intimidating they might be, there was no way that someone hadn't called the cops and it wasn't likely to be long before they arrived. She, at least, wanted to be well out of there before that happened.
I'd like to have Darkshift apply for a room. She's currently living in an abandoned apartment building squat and is looking to use her recently ill gotten gains to get something better for herself. I'd be open to having her as Gina's roommate but if you prefer she can be placed in one of the other spaces.
Shard huddled under an overhang from a currently empty shop as a light rain fell outside. Most of the right side of her body was covered in red and purple crystal, shopping just at the crux of where her neck reached her head and around her elbow. A green splotch of crystal covered her left cheek, slowly creeping its way down her neck. She'd have to melt some of it off soon, her neck had gotten hard to move and soon it would overtake her elbow causing similar difficulties. Beside her sat a red crystal wolf and upon her shoulder perched a blue crystal falcon.
For the past week, this had been Shard's home, such as it was. Recently, she had found a warm hoodie and her pants were currently mostly without holes. One of her pets had recently stolen her a pair of shoes, and they even mostly fit. Her sleeping bag was beside her, protected from the worst of the rain by the overhang. For most of her adult life and much of her pre-adult life she had lived on the streets, fending for herself with the help of her pets as best she could. It wasn't an easy life, but it was the only one she knew. At least her pets kept most of the riffraff away from her.
Whenever she could, Shard panhandled for money, when her crystal was too visible, and when she couldn't she stole what she needed to survive. It wasn't glamerous, it wasn't easy and some would say it wasn't ethical, but it was what it was. There was a certain candor, a certain frankness to living on the streets: subterfuge and illusion were rare, it simply was what it was. She wouldn't have known what to do in the larger world had she wanted to.
As Shard stood watching the crowds, dusk was slowly approaching. Come nightfall, she'd go in search of food. Sometimes she'd be lucky and find abandoned meals in the trash or on tables, but often it meant sending out a pet to steal what she needed. Her stomach rumbled in hunger. It wouldn't be long.
Cutting a long strip of fabric from her shift with a talon, talon faded into flesh once she had what she needed. It wouldn't do to accidentlaly cut the poor girl and make things worse while trying to repair her. Her shirt would be ruined, of course, but she'd gotten enough of a score today that replaing it wouldn't be a problem. She gestured for the other woman to give her her injured hand and began wrapping it.
"You'll need to clean this when you get back home so it doesn't get infected. Do you have proper bandages at home? Something clearn and sterile so you can wrap it more permently? You should really use those once its cleaned. Check your wounds tomorrow and clean them again. The most important part of healing is to keep everything as clean as possible."
She didn't know how much expereince the other woman had in first aid or dressing her own wounds, but it helped to keep focused to talk as she worked. Once the worst of the blood was cleared away, she tied it securely with a moderate amount of pressure. It was still seeping blood, but at least it was an improvement.
"Here, put some pressure on that. If we're lucky it'll stop on its own given a bit of time. "If you like, I can drive you home on your bike and you can hang on as my passanger. I have experience. Otherwise, I can call you a taxi." A bike was among the first things she planned to get for herself once she was back on her feet.
I just got AV Jayden approved. Going by Shard, she's a visible skittish street mutant with psycrystal pets. Anyone interested in a thread? She'd be an appropriate target for S.U.P.E.R to tag although I'm open to suggestions and ideas.
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Angelica, New York
Nationality: American
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: British/Dutch
Appearance
Hair color and style: Black Mohawk
Skin Tone: Pale
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'8
Build: Moderately athletic but not visibly toned.
Visible mutation: Unless specified otherwise, black cat claws at the end of each finger. Otherwise only when powers are active.
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Septum and labret piercing
Other features: (if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: Jayden is a punk. This usually means patched denim, spikes, safety pins and torn or repaired clothing.
Uniform: (if applicable)
Sleepwear:
Miscellaneous clothing: (if applicable)
Character
Personality: Jayden is brash and stand-offish. She's quick to judge the ill intentions of others and touchy when it comes to any perceived slight against herself. Because people have hurt and betrayed her in the past, she assumes that people just shouldn't be trusted. Independence is something worth striving for because if one doesn't need anything from others than it becomes harder for others to hurt you. Respect is something that must be earned but once earned is hard to break.
Freedom is something Jayden prizes almost above all other things. If she can be said to be distrustful about people in general, this is especially true of people in positions of authority. Why go crying to someone else if a problem can be solved by one's own ingenuity?
Hobbies/ Interests: Music, reading, art
Job or part time job and description: Busking
Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Being alone forever and being betrayed again
Special talents: Playing Guitar
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Neutral. Jayden is just trying to make her way in a world she sees as hostile towards herself. If no one else cares about her then why should she care about them? Except when she's been personally slighted by someone, she isn't intentionally cruel or malicious but she also holds no compunction against petty crime if it means bettering her own position. If slighted, however, she considers it a matter of personal respect to reciprocate and show that she is not weak and will not be made a victim.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Energetic Partial Shifter - Jayden is essentially a partial shifter. She can manifest and shape her personal energies in a variety of different ways, essentially shifting additions onto her body. The shifts resulting from the energetic manifestation are always completely black. Through the manifestation of this energy, shifts can only add to Jayden's natural body, never remove from it and must always be of a something found naturally in animals. She can do such things as grow spikes, claws, limbs, wings scales, ect although all such things are obviously unnatural as they manifest completely black.
Strengths: Because Jayden can manifest her energies in a variety of ways, it allows for a great deal of versatility. This can include such things as warmth from fur or feathers, damage dealing from claws or horns, minor physical protection from scales or gliding from wings.
Because the energies manifest pitch black, if manifested around her entire body they improve her stealth in dark areas.
Any organic natural trait that can exist in animals can be manifested through the use of this ability. This can include such things as claws, horns, spikes, scales, fur, feathers,, limbs, wings, ect.
Anything manifested can be controlled as if it were a natural extension of her own body.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Jayden cannot manifest anything that does not naturally occur on an animal.
The strength and traits of anything manifested are the equivalent of that manifested shift comparable to its size.
Anything manifested must be proportional to her natural size.
The maximum range of anything manifested is 10 ft but only if the thing being manifested could naturally occur at that size as proportional to her body.
If wings are manifested, they do not allow for flight because her body is otherwise unadapted to flight.
While manifestations can hide Jayden's identity through changes to her face, they are always obviously unnatural due to their pitch black color.
As shifts are essentially extensions of her own body, if a manifested shift is attacked, Jayden feels pain and takes damage.
Jayden can maintain up to 5 shifts at any one time. A shift might include such things as modifications to skin, claws on a hand, a single limb (1 arm, wing, tail, ect). or snout full of teeth.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Jayden has good strength and stamina and moderate agility. She is physically active and thus physically fit.
Fighting Style: Jaydan has no formal training and mostly relies upon her mutant power in a fight.
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: While Jayden has learned to take care of herself, she is sometimes overly reliant upon her mutant abilities. She has little experience facing anyone of formal training.
History Of Your Character
Jayden was born in the small town of Angelica, New York to her mother, Kristine Sylvia. Poverty was a reality of her life from the beginning. As a single mother and high school dropout, Kristine did her best to provide her her daughter but it wasn't always easy. Working 2 jobs in order to make ends meet, Jayden learned early on how to take care of herself. From a young age, she would come home from school, make her own meals and put herself to bed. Kristine was never an especially compassionate mother but she did care for her daughter and helped ensure she had the basic necessities of life.
As Jayden grew into her teenage years, she had few restrictions placed upon her. School was never something she took to and she often got into trouble for skipping, bullying or talking back to her teachers. While bright, she was easily bored and had little respect for people in authority. There were just so many other things that were much more exciting than school.
When Jayden first manifested her powers, it was after an argument with her mother. Yet another argument with her mother. Much to Jayden's surprise given their usually cold and distant relationship, Kristine was supportive of her mutant daughter and they worked together coming up a plan to help her learn to control her abilities while remaining hidden. For those brief months, mother and daughter had never been closer. This came to an abrupt end when her mother's boyfriend discovered her secret and went crazy. He told Kristine that she had to choose between him and her daughter and it was him that Kristine chose. Jayden ran away later that night, taking with her what little money her mother and mother's boyfriend possessed.
After running away Jayden hitchhiked her way up to New York City where she found an unscrupulous landlord to rent a small bachelor to her under the table. She has been supporting herself through a combination of busking, petty theft and other occasional illicit activities.
Roleplay
What’s your OOC alias?: Mage
Where did you learn about this site?: Google
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No
Sample RP:
Sample RP: Jayden stood in the shadows, learning against the wall of an obscure alleyway. Black scales covered the entirety of her scaled body in addition to black pants and a black trench coat. The only thing of color to be seen were her eyes, two green orbs. From the tips of her scaled fingers were sharp black cat-like claws. She had been crouched in her present location for almost half an hour, silently watching people come and go from the nearby nightclub. It was one of the higher end nightclubs in the city and she had learned from experience that many who exited its doors had money. She needed money. Rent was due soon.
Jayden ignored the pair of giggling girls that walked out together. Powers or no powers, she had to choose her victim carefully and it wasn't as if she didn't have time to wait for the right one to come out. One, being among the keys in the choice of a target. Why risk an encounter with multiple people when, sooner or later, there would be someone foolish and alone to take advantage of? It was only a matter of time.
The proper target presented himself around 15 minutes later. Stumbling slightly and obviously intoxicated, he waved to his friends still inside while turning down the alley towards Jayden. He was her man. By this time she was experienced enough to wait for him to pass her by before stepping forward and out of the shadows toward him. Before he had a chance to react, Jadyen wrapped one arm around him and placed her other hand over his mouth, claws digging into his flesh just enough to let him know they were there. He stiffened and tried to say something that came out as a mumble through her fingers.
"Be quiet and don't say anything, I'm not going to hurt you unless you force me too." A slight pressure from her claws just to make sure he knew she was serious. The man managed a muffled ascent and a nod. "All I want is your money, point with you hand towards your wallet. Any wrong move ends badly for you. With a gesture, her victim pointed to a pocket. A third arm, black as the rest of her, grew from Jayden's side and the third hand grabbed the wallet. Her prize in hand, she pushed the man roughly to the ground and began running. Some might say her actions were unethical but the way she saw it, the man probably had more money than he knew what to do with anyway if he was frequenting a club like that and she needed it more than he did. She did what she had to survive, simple as that.
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"How about this, how about I find a place near Sanctuary, that way I'm always on call when I'm needed?" Even once she had her feet again, there was something to be said about having one's own space, one's own home. Besides, with all the mutant activity and the sometimes violent mutant activity, apartments around Sanctuary tended to go for cheap. No one seemed to want to take the risk and, sometimes, she couldn't blame them.
"You're probably right about closure. Down the road, I'm sure I'll be more at peace with that decision." She sighed; it wasn't really something she wanted to think about anymore. Others might have had less complicated relationships with their family, but that certainly wasn't here.
"So, what's changed around here? Anything I should know about? Is the Order still around?" She hadn't been with The Order long but for her limited time with them, she knew they did good work, work that went beyond simply housing wayward mutants. If possible, continuing that work would be ideal.
Jayden could appreciate not wanting to go to a lab or hospital; she was a little reticent about going to such places herself. It was one of the reasons she had learned first aid, so she could take care of herself and those around her on her own. In her experience, many with history on the streets or history on the wrong side of law preferred to avoid hospitals, although she didn't seem like the type to have that sort of background.
"Will you at least let me bandage your wound," Jayden asked, taking a look at the other woman's hand. She'd never seen wounds quite like those before but, although they looked messy and bloody, she was pretty sure that they weren't too serious as long as the bleeding was able to be slowed down.
"Ya, I'm ok." Jayden sighed, suddenly feeling very tired herself. If she was serious about pursing a life of crime, she would need to do some serious revisiting on what that would mean and how to do it safely. Today hadn't been a complete disaster and she was coming away with a tidy profit, but that was only because an innocent had become involved on her behalf. For that, she felt some guilt and for the fact that she had unknowingly targeted a mutant. Next time's she'd do better.
"Sleep would be amazing. Are you ok to drive yourself home? Do you need a taxi? Thanks again for the save. He came out of nowhere, I have no idea what set him off. It was terrible. Terrifying." So maybe only half of what she said was true, at least she was a good lying. And she was grateful.
The other woman had a bike, this was good. She gestured for Jayden to hop on, which she gladly did. Maybe she didn't have a helmet, but thick scales would help if worst came to worse. They raced away to the sound of angry barks and growls which gradually faded into the background and her heart beat frantically in her chest ans they made their mad dash to safety.
Finally, some distance away, the bike stopped and Jayden dismounted. She managed to keep her feet, to say they were shaky was an understatement. Next time she'd be more careful. The one thing she didn't need was a repeat performance of angry mutants trying to kill her. "Sh*t is right."
"I know a little basic first aid," Jayden offered, seeing the other woman bleeding. "If you'll let me, I can at least patch you up well enough to get to a hospital or something." Maybe difficult with their lack of resources, but at the very least she could bind the wound. Scales melted back into flesh. "Thanks for the assist. The name's Darkshift."
"You've done a good thing here." That was something rare in the world she'd come from. Charity? What was charity? Maybe for those who had never experienced what it was like to have nothing, a dry place to live with food and furniture might not seem like much, but she knew differently. The world was all too often hostile nad cold, so those little glimmers of sunlight really mattered.
"So, do I get to choose one of the open rooms," Jayden asked, looking around. A pause for thought. "You know, I'd like to help you here. Once I'm back on my feet. If you'd take the help, that is." Because giving back to those who gave to you was important. Because even though the world might have been dark and hard, that didn't mean it always had to be. When the hell had she become such a bleeding heart optimist, anyway?
"Is this mostly a place for mutants? Or, you know, anyone who needs help?" Not that the answer really matterd all that much, but these pieces of inforamtion were good to have. Sometimes rules of conduct were different among one's own kind.
