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 feline was making a lot of noise outside his den. Wolf sniffed about for any more of that meat, but there wasn't anymore. At this point his instincts weren't telling him to attack. He still felt the the territorial urge, and a low growl remained somewhat consistant, though the chance of more free food kept him from outright chasing her off. Still, he wasn't exactly comfortable sitting inside his den like a rabbit. He approached the entrance, though he stopped outside of reach of the feline, looking for openings to get out.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Wolf growled as the feline crouched at the entrance of his den, teeth bared and ears back as she intruded into his space again. Then he smelt more of that tasty meat she had thrown before. Territorial instincts fought with food instincts, however food ultimately won out, getting food was not easy, having it offered right in front of him was too tempting. Ears still back, he inched his way forward slowly, never taking his eyes of the feline. It was the hesitance of an animal not sure if it were walking into a trap. Still step by step, he came closer, until he was mere inches away, his muzzle open before quickly snapping the treat up and backing off again into his den, still not taking his eyes off the intruder.
The glowing box she was using looked familiar, another distant hazy recollection that danced on the edge of his mind. Then more noises, familiar sounds that still didn't hold...
"...mansion..." The word she said, surrounded by noises. Something about it struck him, something the pierced the veil for a moment, and images flashed for a second, a large building surrounded by gardens and woods. But just as quick as it came it slipped away, though for a moment his eyes widened, before he shook his head as if a clearing cobwebs from his face.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
As something was thrown at him, wolf instinctively backed off, dodging away in case the thing was dangerous. His attention was diverted as he investigated, sniffing cautiously at the object. He smelt meat, and despite having eaten, he couldn't pass it up if it was right in front of him. He snapped it up in his mouth and retreated back into his den, where he sniffed it further. It didn't smell like fresh meat, but it did have a unique scent to it which was made his mouth water. He chomped down on it and quickly finished it off, licking his muzzle before looking back out the entrance at the feline, less aggressively, though not quite so much as to get close to her.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
More noises came from the feline, stirring some distant familiarity that Wolf still didn't understand. The canine was showing signs of fear that made him see the feline as the more dominant threat. She made a move, and Wolf's hackles rose again, and he let out a bigger growl. Still, they didn't seem to be budging, which was confusing for the wolf. It didn't seem that warning threats were going to be effective, leading his instincts to be ready to pounce once an opening came up. He faced down the feline, waiting for anything, a turn, a stumble, a sideways glance, the next sign of being offguard.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson was a little hesitant about checking out the Danger room. Part of him thought maybe he wasn't allowed there since he hadn't been told of it, and maybe there was a reason for that. What if he couldn't handle it? He had trouble with controlling himself already, if this place could be anything, what would that do on his sense of reality? But then again, he was getting desperate to find some level of control as his mental state deteriorated. Could he hope for anything? He had already had his hopes crushed several times in a row, he didn't feel he could muster enough anymore to think that a room, no matter how remarkable, could change anything.
"Well... maybe?" he said hesitantly, the reluctance and doubt n his garbled voice easily detectable. Meybe he could check it out, but at this point he wasn't going to build his hopes up, not when he had fallen every time before.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
The predators didn't seem to take the warning, and Wolf's hackles raised as he started out of the entrance of the den. The feline one had it's back to him, causing him to pause as it directed sounds at him. It was not making eye contact with him, but seemed to be doing something, the pose was non-threatening. But they were still in his territory, and regardless, intruders were intruders. His tail was down behind him, his ears lowered to the back as he bared his teeth, uncertain of the threat, though he was slowly moving towards the two, ready to make that transition from defensive to attack at a moments notice.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Wolf's siesta was suddenly interrupted as a scent blew in to the den. His eyes opened as the signals to his brain identified other predators. It triggered somewhere in the canine and feline variety, and his instinct were quickly settling on a course of action. His first instinct would have been attack, that is if there had only been one, however being outnumbered changed that, there may be more then just the two, these where only the one's he smelt. Instead he sat up, raised his head and let out a long howl, a deterrent warning that these two had entered his territory. If that did not work, he would try and chase them off, he was not hungry enough to view them as food, though there was the inherent danger that he may try to kill them if they continued to trespass. However there was also a slim human scent mixed in, which added to his hesitations to outright attack.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
"Hrrr Almost twenty," said Tyson to the question about his age. He felt a lot older now, probably due to how his life had taken a turn for the extremely screwed up. He guessed torture and loss did that, stripped away your innocence and left you with gaping wounds in your soul that could never be healed. He was never going to get his life back. It was becoming obvious that that was the case. He may as well have died on the operating table, as what had come out of there was not the Tyson he remembered. Just a broken thing that was slowly spiraling down into whatever it was he was becoming.
Jude seemed to struggle to explain this 'danger room' concept, which did little to clear up what it was supposed to be. At best it told Tyson that is was a place for simulations, and that his ability to explain it was limited to 'magic' which Tyson didn't believe. If magic existed, he could be fixed. Whatever it was, magic wasn't it. more likely it was some sort of technology, or some mutant doing it. Still, it was something different, maybe he should look into it. It couldn't hurt could it? Well, it could, but really what else could he do? Either way he wasn't getting any better, and was slowly losing his mind. At worse he would just end up wherever he was going sooner rather then later.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
So far I've been letting the domino's fall as they may, if you want to make something more of it, I'm good for that too, if he does manage to get Tyson to come out of it, he may need a place to stay or need some professional help to deal with his issues.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson still had a blank look on his face, having no idea what danger room meant other then it had something to do with 'training'. "Hrrr, not a student," he tried to explain, as his official enrollment was non existent. He imagined that was why he wasn't in on these things. The 'danger room was probably for paying students, not messed up freaks dropped off by some military group in order to keep him away from the normal people. "hrr prrrobably why I wasn't told," he said.
"hrrr, What is it," he asked, honestly curious about how exactly it would be the safest place for him. He couldn't imagine a place in the school that was Tyson proof if he ever went monster. Obviously this was something other students probably knew enough to be common knowledge. If someone assumed he was a student, they wouldn't think to mention it at all.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
It's more of a question of wither Devon can break through to Tyson's humanity, right now he would be dealing with a wild animal. His weather powers would be useful in keeping him from attacking or running so he could work on getting through to him, but he would have to figure out that Tyson has that humanity in him, and a way to reach it. Tyson was human until his father activated him mutation and he has been going through stages of grief dealing with the lose of his normal life and humanity, mixed with being taken over by animal instinct, plagued by nightmares of devolving into a monstrous killing machine, guilt over having actually attacked and mauled people, and being overwhelmed by his enhanced senses. He has essentially given into depression and stopped trying to be human, letting his instincts take over rather then deal with his emotions, Devon would have to somehow bring him out of that enough to get him trying to be human again.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Wolf has had a hard time adjusting to his new form and controlling his animal instincts, and has been fighting them since he got them, which has caused issues with his mental health, finally culminating in him losing it when his mutation added a tail to the mix. Right now he's gone somewhat feral, right now I'm seeing where it goes, eventually he'll regain his senses, but it depends on how people interact with him and wither they strike the right note to bring him out of it.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson, now feral and escaped from the institute, is living off the wildlife in one of the local parks, no doubt some people will be looking for him, while others may just stumble upon him...
To the casual observer the park was no different today then any other day. Birds sang, squirrels darted up trees, and the occasional park goer jogged down the trodden paths. However, to someone who was more familiar with the parks general feel, something was off. There were not quite so many squirrels, and while the birds sang, they appeared a bit more on edge then usual. Most people were oblivious to this, as who really counted squirrels? If someone were to investigate, they may have noticed tracks that seemed canine, but were a bit too large for any normal breed. Perhaps they would have noticed tufts of fur caught in bramble, or the howling at night. However most of this could be discounted as some sort of wild dog. Unfortunately the truth was a bit more terrifying.
Wolf was curled up inside a small den he had dug out of the side of a secluded hill, sleeping off his last meal. Since his escape from the institute, he had sustained himself on rabbits, squirrels, and the occasional discarded food product left by litterbugs. The park had enough game for him to live off of. Wolf was not too picky about the prey as long as it was fresh meat. His instincts aimed him at the small game in the park, rather then the human visitors, a blessing he was not aware of. All he knew is that it was prey that was more trouble then it was worth to go after, and he was not hungry enough to risk it. Other then that it seemed ideal as territory went. There were only a few ragged remains of clothing left on him, a few rags that had not yet been torn off by branches or claws, through they were brown with dirt and bloodstains from his kills.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
Tyson's expression went puzzled, "Hrrr dangerrr rrroom?" he questioned, not knowing what that was. He wasn't technically a student, at least he wasn't enrolled as one. He had had a tour of the upper levels, but he hadn't been shown any of the mansions secrets. As far as he knew all the classes were just geared towards teaching students to control their abilities. His own powers seemed much to dangerous for anything like that, if he let go in a classroom, he may well maul someone unintentionally, as he almost had when he was confronted with a duck man.
He was more appreciative of the option not to take such a risk. He didn't have any idea what would happen when he lost it completely, wither it meant he would become an animal for good, or if he would just go crazy. He had no way of knowing beforehand, and if he gave in, and things didn't go well, that would be the end. It was a terrifying prospect, that you could simply stop being you and not realize it, and be gone and not know it. To be alive, but your own consciousness gone. If he became a monster, he wouldn't even realize it.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
