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 drive rather cemented the whole don't-like-cars thing. The noise and the smell and the closed-in-ness never stopped. The closed in feeling got worse rather than better. Cafas wasn't even talking now. Was that because Adder hasn't answered? But what was he supposed to say there? Or now? He didn't want to not-talk, exactly, but what should he say?
But the city was becoming more city. It was more familiar. He didn't spend much time in this particular area, since it tended to go badly for people like him, but maybe it wouldn't this time because he was with Cafas? As long as people knew he was with Cafas, and didn't assume that he was just stalking him or trying to steal from him or something.
They were probably going to think he was stealing stuff in the stores anyway. As long as Cafas got involved, though, he could probably keep from getting kicked out. So he'd have to make sure that Cafas was around and paying attention when the store people turned on him. The sooner that happened the better, probably. But if he could go entirely unnoticed, that would be better. So go unnoticed as long as possible, and get the store people to act as soon as they did notice him. That was not his usual plan on the rare occasions he went into stores for any reason, but that would be his plan now. Okay.
Okay okay okay they were stopping. Was it time to get out of the car, the horrible little box with too many smells crammed into one place? Could he finally get fresh air and maybe get the front of his head to stop feeling heavy and full of little rocks?
He might have left the car in a bit of a scramble, just shy of frantic in his initial attempts to get rid of his seatbelt, but once he was out of the horrible horrible car and out in open air that smelled Big and Open and normally populated with the general mess of City, he felt so much better. It showed in his stance too, no hiding against the car or defensive examinations of his surroundings. He could just be again, and his nose and ears would keep him informed of everything.
Picking out Cafas' voice from the general chaotic rumble was easier than walking down a flight of stairs with no one on them. When Adder turned back towards him he needed a moment to reconcile size-of-car with size-of-person, despite having just been in that car with that person. "Clothes make getting the phone easier but a phone doesn't make getting clothes easier, right?" So clearly they should do clothes first. It was very logical.
Warmth and cuddles? Why would he be warmth and cuddles? Although he did like being warm, as long as he wasn't too warm since it was summer and all. Warm was better than cold but it was harder to escape. Especially with fur. He sneezed, eyeing salt softy.
When they made it to the kitchen, Adder held back and stood by the door to watch. It was nice that there was no one else in here, but people could still approach while they were here. She was asking him stuff, though. Chocolate? He'd had it before but never a lot. He didn't think it had hurt him? So he shrugged, then glanced at the doorway again before plopping his furry butt on the floor. He didn't know what different kinds of candy were. Maybe he had once upon a Before, but now? Bah.
"How about biting the first thing in reach while being choked?" Adder growled, but drunk Chihuahua just kept talking. Why would he want 'stuff' anyway. What even was 'stuff' and what was its purpose?
What he wanted was to not deal with any of this. This drunkard or his mouth or his ribs or all the people in this place or how hard it was to eat with his mouth all burnt, even with the help of that aloe-stuff. They were just wants, though. Wants weren't necessary. He survived just fine without wants.
"I don't need you to get food, and I don't want your stuff. Just go away already." Or make some move as to the contrary, and Adder would be through that glass in a furry flash.
Adder's ears shot back and he almost started to show his teeth as the drunk Chihuahua punched his own hand. He did not need to hit something. Hitting inanimate things just hurt him, and hitting animate things started fights. He was not interested in fighting. Fighting just left him having to heal, and so he had to have something to gain.
There was nothing to gain. He was just restless and his mouth and ribs ached. Why would he want to add to that?
"Wouldn't be interested even if you could stand without lurching," he grumbled, as if he were more interested in a fair fight than just not fighting at all. Saying he didn't want to fight usually just led to him getting attacked, while bluffing through superiority turned away most of the annoying people long enough to outrun them.
He was good at outrunning people.
...He could outrun a drunk Chihuahua, right? As long as he could get out of this room. Adder didn't look around for his options; he kept his attention on the guy in the doorway while his mind worked. "And what exactly would I gain?" Keep him busy and lightly distracted. There were windows. None of them were open but he could break through them; his fur would protect him from the glass. It was a bit of a drop to the ground but if he could roll it he'd be okay. He'd landed worse, and while in worse shape. Starving and exhausted and injured.
He picked a window and two back-ups, and waited to see what the drunk Chihuahua would do next.
Lurking in the background while other people gathered and chattered offered some strange tidbits. Scraps that built into an unexpected picture, one so unexpected that he figured he'd actually go investigate it himself.
The other wolf he'd met had apparently attacked some students and was now locked up. It took longer to figure out the where than the why. Fortunately, once he got the where he could head over. He knew how to get to the infirmary. Cafas had brought him there and then his mouth had healed and he could eat properly again.
And that spiralled into so much else, but that was beside the point. Right now he was trotting down the hallway, tail absently bobbing along behind him at a neutral angle, feeling the sharp scent of the place where Doc Prof was coil inside the space between his nose and under his eyes. And then he turned the corner, and there was the other wolf, only he smelled -
more like a dog than the individual Adder remembered him being. He stopped in the entrance, ears up and head tilted slightly while he tried to sort through the change. He looked different, moved differently, but also looked like the same individual. He huffed, and offered a little bit of movement in his tail. Not an aggressive stiff wag, but an offering of calm rather than an intrusion.
And then he snuck a glance at the stranger also in the room. Definitely mutant-ish. Suspiciously not-moving-and-not-dead, but Adder wasn't close to him so he'd stick with his main objective for now: Tyson.
Adder watched the girl cry. Was he supposed to react to that? Rich people would have, he expected, but all he saw was a bratty kid who threw things at people, threatened them without any apparent ability or will to back it up, and made a hideous amount of noise.
He glanced sideways at not-jock-Austin to see if the display was having any effect on him. Discomfort, sure. No 'oh poor baby' stuff like showed up on people's faces when they taken pity on him when he was little and didn't look 'threatening' yet.
"There are plenty of places that'll take you in looking like that," he told the girl. Not that he expected she'd appreciate it. She'd probably run away from home that day or something and was just starting to get a taste for what being on her own with no given resources felt like. "Where we're going stopped being one of those places when you decided to stab things." Maybe she'd get along with Aura. Stabby murder ladies.
He didn't want more murderers around, though, so he just gestured forward to not-jock-Austin with his chin and continued moving. Long past time to be gone.
He didn't care what the movie was, and the name didn't poke at any distant memories as far as he could tell. He wanted the popcorn and the salt softy guarding! The second part he could at least do now, and he was! By walking right beside her, just a bit ahead so his head and shoulders went around corners before she did and he'd see anyone or anything coming first.
Like that person! Glaring at the scaly, spiky kid who was one of the ones who liked to try to sneak up on him while he snoozed outside, Adder leaned against salt softy to move her over and away from the brat. And when the brat grinned and reached out a shiny hand, he got wolf teeth in challenge to dragon teeth. And did a satisfactory job of shrieking (if not in abject terror) and skittering along down the hallway.
Adder's ears flattened at the engine noise, but it was at least more muffled inside than outside of the car. Somehow. It did not make sense. Wouldn't it be louder inside the thing making the noise, not outside? But then again, it was a rich people thing and rich people didn't like annoying noise. He did have that kind of in common with them. Noise was bad.
He shifted against the back of the seat, stuck sitting with his feet on the 'floor' and far from comfortable with the position. But if he managed to get his feet under himself then he'd be more stuck.
Cars weren't really worth all that. It was moving now, though, so he was even more stuck. Stuck stuck stuck. He did not like being stuck. Why was he even in here anyway?
Because 'ten minutes to the city proper' wasn't achievable by full-out sprinting on a good day. And he had agreed to this to Cafas. So he was - so he'd sit here and do his best to put up with it. Even though it was rather disorienting to be moving so fast without any up-and-down or impact. It was like watching a river, a really fast river. If he held to that, then the whole thing didn't feel so gross.
Listening to Cafas helped a little bit too, but not quite enough on its own. What he heard, though, made it sound like Cafas had had something to go back to, or at least had known enough about what had been burned away to rebuild it. That wasn't something Adder could do. It wasn't something he could have done right after it had happened, even if he hadn't been surrounded only by people who wanted to kick him and yell at him and push him back inside where everything was burning.
How was he supposed to reply to something he didn't see in himself?
Did trying to figure out if someone would make an annoying amount of fuss if he lifted their wallet for a few paces before dropping it sans cash count as understanding social norms?
Didn't asking the question answer it?
If Cafas stuck him with the people he led back here, was it to keep him from bringing more people back or because Cafas had something more complex in his head? Stop-Adder-from-bringing-people-to-the-mansion seemed to go against general Cafasness. Hm. So he was supposed to think that this whole roommate thing wasn't horrible?
Eh, he could always move. He'd even found a few other reliably unscented hiding holes now, so he'd just have to see about hauling all this nice squishy stuff over to one.
"Of course I'm going to sleep in here," he answered with all general seriousness. Where else was he going to sleep? In some big open area? As if. "If you want to sleep in the open, have at it. Just make noise if you get attacked or something."
Not that he expected violence in this place. Other than squealing children trying to touch his fur and shrieking in his ears. His poor ears. Sausages made him feel better. Sausages were good.
The confusion attempt was successful. And then turned into childish rage, paired with a mutation that looked to be a bit more dangerous than just feathered wings.
Too late to turn back now, though, and her anger didn't have the control of the truly dangerous. The tips of his teeth flashed in a momentary near-grin. "There really is a park. You can go see if you don't believe me." And in doing so, disappear out of his life! Win-win. Well, win-lose. Maybe win-win-lose if he included not-jock.
Who earned himself a few more points. Adder turned an ear towards him, interested. That was a pretty fancy way of telling her off, but without using fancy words. Words certainly were useful things.
And time to move again! Adder strolled, though with a longish pace so that he only appeared to be moving slowly. Confidence and disinterest in the brat. That was the tact that had worked in the past.
Popcorn? Up went his ears and tail. He liked popcorn. Popcorn was good. And as if he'd let her go wandering unwatched this soon! He hurried out of the room, casual investigation forgotten, and stood waiting in the hallway, watching her.
Something smelled a little off, but for the moment Adder just kept on his track. Kid was following him, and the off-smell kept vague pace, and he turned left at the next fork. Staying to the right would have brought them closer to the centre, after all.
He didn't walk like he was trying to lose the girl, but as if his natural pace were simply faster than she was likely to want to move. This was a complex maze; there were loops and paths that connected to each other. Simply following one side wouldn't do any more good than trying that on a city street.
The girl would be less likely to suspect him of trying to lead her astray and ditch her if he talked, he supposed. What should he say, though? Nothing came readily to mind. He wasn't particularly interested in talking to her. Hmmmm.
"Why'd you accept a dare you can't do?" That at least matched the last topic, and it ought to get her talking enough that he wouldn't really have to contribute anything. As long as she didn't talk too much or too loudly.
Apparently Maya was just chattering and didn't mean anything by the play-nice comment. Adder snorted and settled back into the chair.
...
Now what? Should he stay here? Should he go back to his room or wander around or-
What was the other guy doing? He shifted, trying to make himself a little taller without just standing up on the chair. He could see the paper and that he was writing on it, but that was it. That wasn't enough to know what he was doing. It most likely wasn't anything worth doing himself, whatever it was, but it was a more immediate maybe-option than anything else he had.
Once inside the closet, Adder dropped onto his mound of bedding. Finally. It had been a very long day. And the sausages were good.
Not-jock-Austin hadn't processed the situation, though, and Adder huffed at the squalling. Wasn't that a stereotypical reaction. He finished that sausages, licked his fingers, and went for an egg next, ears flicking as it popped apart under his teeth. Best way to eat eggs ever. Much neater and much less chance of waste. Also, raw eggs were super slimy and it always felt like there was some still clinging to the roof of his mouth and his teeth afterwards.
Not-jock-Austin was now knocking. Couldn't he wait until Adder had eaten more? He ate another sausage to spite him. Wait, Cafas? Cafas put not-jock-Austin in here with him?
He would have grumbled out loud at that if his mouth weren't full of sausage. Two sausages in a row this time. Omnomnom sausages. If Cafas thought that Adder should be stuck with a roommate like most of the other people here, judging by their chatter, then he must have a reason. Cafas did things that turned out well, other than the whole beating himself up stuff that Adder was still hesitant on.
Adder swallowed, then reached up with a foot and opened the closet door. "Cafas probably has a plan," he said simply, and ate another whole egg, never looking away from his new roommate or whatever. Or really blinking.
Adder's ears shot up at the slight sounds of the door behind him opening, and salt softy's voice. He twisted over to look at her, one foreleg draped over his chest in the awkward angle. Watch a movie? Er.
But she was inviting him in, and that meant he could keep a closer eye on her. Yes. Yes, this would work quite well.
He hauled himself to his feet, giving himself a little shake to wake up that mostly fell asleep itself and ended up just moving his shoulders and tail. He bumped her a little bit with his shoulder, squeezing through the doorway, and did a quick investigatory loop around the room. Had to make sure there was nothing dangerous, right? Plus he was curious. He hadn't really ever been in someone else's room unless you counted those times where people left their windows and doors open and had money just lying around.
