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.
The smell wasn't wafting away. It was getting stronger, and the individual soul-scent grew clearer, and then he had no time to process why the initial scent had been familiar, for he was too busy spinning around to face the threat. Tail stiffly upright, motionless for the moment but still definitely don'-****-with-me, full eye contact, and full display of his own teeth.
He'd dealt with street dogs before, and pet dogs of varying levels of protectiveness, but Adder had never actually met another wolf of any sort before. For the moment, he wasn't quite ready to work on more than assessing the stranger's movement and momentum, and the angles different attacks could come from if this didn't turn into an abrupt standoff.
The stranger was aggressive, but Adder didn't get a dominant vibe. Like hell he'd let some pushy loudmouth drive him off that easily. Not when he needed an escape.
Adder was a longtime resident of New York City and its blurred neighbourhoods, but he'd never been this close to this place before. He'd been in the area, of course, but it was far too wealthy and riddled with itchy security for him to stick around or come often. It was more of a... summertime curiosity thing.
It was not summer and this was not pure curiosity.
This was... influenced by anxiety, and carefully considered. He had become very mobile as of late, sleeping in short breaks and almost exclusively in public, well-witnessed places. Just in case. Precautionary. He had practice being effectively invisible in public, but his concern wasn't easing over time. His exhaustion was just growing.
And so now he was here, poking around the outer edges of the backside of a particular incredibly rich estate. Its level of rich was farther beyond what he usually called rich than he was from a domestic rabbit. The only association he had with rabbits was when he managed to catch a wild one to eat. Hopefully this level of rich didn't share that trait.
Just in case it did, Adder moved through the trees on all fours, leaving only canid footprints in the lingering snow. Very large footprints, yes, but certainly mistakable for a large dog's in a city like this. He walked slowly, alert and warily examining every wisp of scent that drifted past. This might be the far edge of the estate, but it still held a dizzying array of scents. Vibrant people.
And-
Adder... couldn't place that scent. It was incredibly familiar, and yet he couldn't name it. He should be able to. It was obvious, how could he not name it? And yet he couldn't.
He lashed his tail in frustration, and sprang forward to try to catch a new scent. A less difficult scent.
"YOU WERE TOO DRUNK TO ACTUALLY REMEMBER!" Adder yelled over his shoulder - and then abruptly ducked to the side because the muzzle of that gun was a little too dangerously aligned with him. It hardly would have been the first time his clear night vision had saved his life, and as usual he hoped that it wouldn't be his last; future near-death experiences meant he'd survived this one, and that was kind of the point.
"You might want to consider a lifestyle change," he muttered snarkily. It was also incredibly hypocritical, since his lifestyle-by-situation wasn't exactly changing through his own intent or anything. Then again, he didn't drag passersby into his messes very often.
Hide behind a dumpster? Ow sharp metal ping sound, running wasn't doing much here and the gunshots were loud enough to be giving him the seeds of a splitting headache in this form.
"Got a bright idea?" he growled softly, pressing himself against the metal of the dumpster and flicking his ears to keep precise track of the gunman.
Adder was hardly surprised by the sizzling and wealth of casual signs of mutant. Heat wasn't fire though, so he remained focused on making it out alive and with food. Either without the other wasn't going to work, since he'd be dead either way.
He'd also had people try to punch him in the face before, and a crouch was good for dodging. He slipped sideways, springing around his victim-assailant, shoved his bony elbow at the guy's back between spine and shoulder blade, and ran like a bat out of hell.
You know, again.
With decidedly less food, but hey, it was still food, and now it was easier to run. No bags whacking him, right?
Adder's expression and body went very, very still in carefully gradual stages as the clearly more violent woman spoke. He made no indication of wanting to leave - not beyond what he'd been doing thus far - nor of aversion to her, but murderers were hardly safe people to be around, and this one's count was... impressive in all the wrong ways.
Three years wasn't much to convince him either, but it wasn't screaming literal murder at every scrap of rational sense he had. Seeing as how he wasn't covered in fur, he had a decent supply of rational sense at the moment.
He gave them some time to finish their spiels, although he already had his opinions. To the law enforcement woman, he made eye contact. "I still don't trust you," he said flatly, most of the emotion gone from his voice while he kept his reactions smothered.
Then he shifted his attention to the murderer, and didn't quite make eye contact. When he spoke, it was with a great deal of care and consideration. He was hardly inclined to insult someone like her to her face, especially with so little space to get out of range and go to ground.
"I appreciate your honesty," he said slowly. He had to... not give her the impression that he was agreeing with her, but not draw her irritation in any form. "But if you want an easy shot at an MRC badge, just get to the wallet first." He nodded back down the street, where the wallet still lay where he'd dropped it in his failed attempt at a diversion. Hey, maybe it'd work now. He wouldn't complain about that.
Although I should wait for at least Aggressive Scrounging to conclude so I know where he's heading, otherwise all of my threads will be in a haze of fuzzy time XD
The cop's footsteps vanished, rather than paused. What happened? Adder risked a glance over his shoulder, but only the glowing dangerous-protective woman was there -
He smelled the cop again, ahead of him, FFFFFFF
Adder was better at starting to move than stopping, but he managed to drop his weight enough to not fly head over knees. She wasn't killing him, though, or immediately arresting him... although she might out of anger when she realized that he'd dropped her wallet well behind him, and no longer had it to give it back. Unobservant people, making things worse for him.
... of course, she had been unobservant enough for him to steal her wallet in the first place...
"I don't care if you're a mutant," he said flatly, ears trying to both pin against his head and swivel to keep track of every scrap of sound. "Mutants, humans, it doesn't affect what people will do, only what they can do."
He shifted to put both women in front of him rather than front and back. "What are you wanted for?" Besides, if she were wanted, she wasn't very good at going unblamed for things, and anyone who was known would eventually be caught. The more wanted they were, the harder it was for them to stay free.
He didn't want to be imprisoned, bound down and captured, but he also didn't want to get caught and probably killed for associating with someone with a price on her head. He just wanted out.
The person who'd run into him smelled a bit odd. Too flexible, and street-familiar. Of course, Adder had come across a lot of people who smelled odd. In a way, people smelled odd more often than not, if only to him. He knew his nose worked differently. Part of being a mutant. Whatever.
There were better times to philosophize than while being shot at. And running, and wincing at the sheer sound of gunfire. His ears, his poor ears! What had they done to deserve this? Sure, he'd stolen from the guy, but not today! And he could clearly afford it, if he was out drinking again so soon.
Not fair, not fair, not fair. Was this what came of having decent, pleasant days? Maybe he shouldn't have them anymore. If he started to feel okay, he'd just hole up and wait for it to pass. That seemed safer.
"Do you always drag random people into your stupid confrontations?" he hissed, still breathing easily despite the pace he was setting. He wasn't starving and he was used to running, so his gait was easy and smooth and he could go for quite a while.
Okay, okay, he'd knocked himself out of his running form. He'd done that before and he'd hopefully do it again, because doing it again meant he'd survived today. Surviving was the point. It was the only point. Nothing else meant much if he didn't survive.
And right now, surviving meant both escaping his pursuer and eating, and so he shoved a package of meat, the first thing his hand caught when he shoved it into the bag, up under his shirt and then down a bit so the waist of his pants held it steady.
And then he scrambled to his feet, crouching against the wall with his ears flat back and his teeth bared. The weight pounding the sidewalk didn't bother him. Shows of aggression didn't translate particularly accurately to threat levels.
Skin glowing with heat was a much stronger sign of threat, and Adder fought back an urge to just blindly bolt before the heat became fire. His stubbornness won, for the moment, but he kept a very, very close eye on his escape routes. Escape routes that didn't involve going within arm's reach of the guy. No more burns. No more burns. No more burns.
Never more burns.
"Clearly," he snapped back, focusing on not making a stupid move and letting his stress through. As long as it was heat and not fire, he could keep stress from becoming panic. Probably. "If I didn't want something, I wouldn't have taken it, now would I?"
Adder was... doing okay, relatively speaking. Compared to his rougher days, this was definitely in the realm of 'okay.' He didn't feel weak from hunger, he wasn't exhausted from lack of sleep - or nightmare-riddle sleep - and he wasn't sporting any particular injury. His feet weren't frozen, despite having just as little covering them as usual, and, perhaps above all, he was out on the streets at night simply because he wanted to.
He regretted wanting to when someone ran into him. A vaguely, barely familiar scent hung in the night air, and it had held his attention a moment too long. A break from desperation was already weakening his level of alertness. Tch.
He still sprang aside with a low growl in time to keep his balance, more or less, but then his yellow eyes caught the glint of gun. It hadn't been fired recently, not by the smell, but it smelled like more than just metal. A real gun, loaded.
So much for this being a good night, especially since - damn, it was a familiar scent. The guy with the gun was someone he'd run into before, and recently, though without the gun. Rich drunk. What had he stolen? Oh right, a handful of cash he'd been trying to give some woman. Hahhhh - wait what if the drunkard recognized him? Not with his deadweight nose, but through any other sense? Humans still had senses.
Adder bolted, bumping into whoever it was who had run into him, but paid them little mind and focused on getting away from the guy with the gun who had plenty of reason to shoot him.
Adder had his weight shifted and was about to creep out of his hiding place when his nose and ears warned him to press himself back into the corner. The concrete bit into his flesh with cold and corners, and he quite literally held his breath as two particular sets of feet headed past.
He exhaled slowly to keep the sound down, waited a heartbeat more, and then peered out.
Only to curse his timing, for someone had just pointed right at him. He darted back in, hoping he hadn't actually been seen, and tried to figure out what to do next. Through the window? Noisy, and risky since he didn't know what was inside this building. If there was a route through it, then it might work - a lot of people weren't willing to crawl through broken windows - but that chance was, well, risky.
Back to the street, then. More running, which wasn't a great idea either. He'd have to slow them down enough to get properly out of sight, somewhere he could truly hole up. The wallet? He had what he could use out of it. She'd definitely check to see if her badge was still in there.
He quickly shoved the badge into a different spot, just to make that search take longer, and then dropped it in the middle of the sidewalk as he took off running again.
Adder is highly mobile and can be active at any time of day; he has decent night sight and sometimes food is more available at night than during the day. Shady areas are very much places he passes through, so it sounds like a plan to me!
Adder didn't slow down when he rounded the corner, but his ears turned back to keep listening as he ran. Did the two women know each other? Police badge?
Uh.
He'd just.
Stolen a cop's wallet.
On the street, in public, during the day.
He didn't care what she said about just wanting it back. Spending time with a cop you had literally just stolen from was not a good survival strategy. As soon as he was away, he'd ditch the wallet less whatever he could use, and lay low. Go into hiding for a bit, let her forget his face. He could remember her scent. Scents were easier than faces.
Adder glanced back to be sure that neither woman was in sight, then ducked into the hollow of an old building's basement window and tucked himself out of sight.
Pressed against the window, he forced his breathing to ease off and quickly shuffled through the wallet, stuffing the cash into his coat and avoiding even touching the badge.
