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.
Tyson found himself gauging the distance between Adder and the plate of meat. It was stupid really, he was acting like a dog guarding a streak bone. He was doing it again, taking his anger out on others, though admittedly part of the escalation was his instincts, most was his mood. Maybe it was that last comment that really got him thinking, the way he said it, not usually eating meat at all. Adder had never really told him anything about himself. Tyson had been too caught up in his own woes to really probe him all that much about it. Now that he thought about it, the guys clothes did look a bit ragged, and he did smell like he hadn't really bathed for some time. It suddenly struck him that Adder may not even have a home, which would explain his interest in the institute. Crap. Now he felt like a jackass.
He tried calming himself, taking a short breath and holding it before letting it out. Not much better really. He just felt angry and stupid at the same time, the plate of meat just mocking him. He really was just an animal wasn't he. To hell with it. He closed in on the plate, and took a few slabs, tossing them in Adder's direction. It felt harder then it should, his first instinct being to claim them all for himself, but he wanted at least some illusion that he had control, even if he already knew it was a lie. He then took the top steak and bit into it, resigning himself to the fact that this was him now as much as he hated it. He was still made at Adder to some extent, but was to sick of himself to really push it further, tearing out chunks of meat. It felt good despite himself, he could at least imagine he was taking a chunk out of his father for what he had done, which helped ease the thought that he was now eating raw meat and enjoying 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
People took speaking for granted, that is what Tyson told himself. It was something you learned so early on you really couldn't remember a time when it hadn't been natural. Well unless you were mute or deaf or something. He didn't think anyone really understood it until they suddenly lost something so engrained in their subconscious. Tyson was now on the other side of the fence, so to speak, or at least he tried to. Since his transformation, he had lost the ability to form words like a normal person. A muzzle just wasn't built to make the shapes and sounds that a human mouth was. His throat was different as well, and while he had managed to become somewhat understandable, the growls and slurs that permeated his speech pattern made him sound like a blender. And so he was having to relearn one of the most basic skills in the world.
"hrrr quuuue, ahrrrrrrrr, eeeessssss, hrrr teeeeee..." Tyson said, trying to form each individual letter. He was trying to form his mouth around each one, hoping to figure out how his new mouth worked so he could annunciate properly. Rs were especially difficult, tending to stick and linger in his throat like a growl. He felt like a kindergartener trying to figure things out, which was embarrassing enough. Luckily he at least had solitude on his side, an empty classroom where he could work on this without people laughing at his attempts. It was bad enough with them lingering around his door gossiping about his meltdown. He was still in the same room as before, refusing to let the faculty change out any of the ruined furniture and sheets and turning down a move into a new room. He didn't want a new room, he would likely destroy it like the first with the way his temperament was since that day. He resolved to stay there, regardless of the state until he felt better, if only to save any extra costs to the institute, but more to not have a unbroken mirror he had to look into to remind him how animalistic he looked.
Things really hadn't gotten any better since then. He was in a perpetual foul mood and dealing poorly with the revelation of his new status quo. He was more prone to outbursts and had taken it out on more then his fair share of property inside and outside the institute. Students had the sense to steer clear of him, though the fact that they were scared of him didn't really help him feel any better about all this.
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 let out a huff of annoyance. It seemed like Adder didn't care one bit about it. Go figure. He supposed it didn't matter, they weren't really friends or anything, about the only interaction had been a short conversation. He had cared more about it then, he had been searching for support. Now he knew that was just wishful thinking, there was no point in expecting support through this, it wasn't going to end, so why bother? In the end he was on his own, stuck in the body of a beast and fighting urges that were just a part of his life now. Why would Adder care, why would anyone really care?
"Is part of your power eating things by looking at them? Because it doesn't look very effective."
Tyson growled loudly, the hackles rising on the back of his neck as territorial instincts kicked in again. Not only did it feel like Adder had just mocked him, but now he was eyeing his food. True he had been struggling between leaving it be and his natural instincts, but it was still his whatever the final result was. "Hrrrrrr dooon't expeeeect you to undeeerrrrrrstand," he said, still growling, "rrrrr usuuuually dooon't eaaat hrrrr rrrrrraw meeaat." At this point he was pretty sure Adder couldn't care less about him and his dilema, or he simply didn't understand. He had his mutation since he was young, so whatever instincts he had felt natural to him, Tyson was still adjusting to extreme differences in how his human and animal sides conflicted.
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
"'Anyway' has nothing to do with it, there's more than you to my decisions."
"hrrrr waaalked off wiiithouut ahhhh worrrrrd rrrrr" he retorted, trying to keep a reign on things, "hrrrr deciiiisioon haaas rrrrr nooothing tooooo doooo rrrr with itt." He was more upset over his actions, not the final decision. Of course he was particularly sensitive right now, a bit of a raw nerve with the twist and turns in his life. He already knew Adder acted a bit... differently then others, but was not familiar enough with him to distinguish what he was thinking or what he meant as an insult. He may not feel as much betrayed if things were different.
"Hrrrr whhhaat arrrre yooou dooooing now?" he said, turning his attention back to the plate of meat, his tone more accusative then normal. It was different from last time they had met, last time his tone was more restrained and confused, trying to fight his instinct, now his tone was just annoyed and mad. He supposed it focused him more, kept him thinking more as a human. Of course it didn't change the conflict he had with eating the raw meat.
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 seemed Danica didn't see the inherent danger in him trying to make out with someone. "Hrrrrr baaad ideaaa," he growled, and placed a hand on the bark of the tree next to him, pulling his hands down. Despite not applying much pressure, it carved clear gouges out of the wood, leaving the clear impression that even if he was careful, whoever was on the receiving end would have a bad time indeed. She had a point that it may help to relieve stress, but it wasn't a practical option for him at this point. Even relieving himself would result in some nasty self inflicted wounds, which would be painful regardless of his healing rate.
"hrrrrrr noot muccch choooice," he responded when asked if he planned to stay at the mansion. He couldn't go home, and it was obvious that he would be unable to get a place in the city, and wouldn't be safe there anyway. The mansion was the only place he could stay, and probably the only place equipped to handle something like him.
"hrrr kiiiillliiing suuckss," he said, in agreement to Danica. He didn't mention that the animal part of him had liked the taste of human blood. It probably couldn't differentiate humans from the animals it wanted to hunt. At best, he was a murderer, at worse a canibal.
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 hadn't been at the mansion long, a few weeks. In all honesty right now he hated being here. He hated a lot of things, his reflection in the mirror, the lack of control over himself, his father, and so on. However, this was merely a result of his situation, he had thought the institute would cure him and he could return home. Having his hope pulled out from under him made him sour towards the institute at the moment. "Hrrrrrrr," was the only sound that came out in regards to that question, somewhat a snarl-growl that conveyed his discontent. He was obviously somewhat temperamental at the moment, though he made no move that may suggest he was acting that anger out.
He listened to her gush about the mansion for a little. He supposed it being a mansion made it more impressive then his home, but a gilded cage was still a cage. Yrue he wasn't confined to the mansion, but given some of the reactions he had gotten outside the institute, namely being attack, it still felt like he was somewhat limited in where he could go.
When Claire told him she found out she was a mutant by accident, he gave a bit of a huff. He hadn't really had a choice, his father had activated a 'latent x-gene' in him. He could have gone through his life as a normal person, but thanks to him he was now stuck as he was. "rrrrr diiiiidn't haaaaave arrr chooooice," he murmured, more to himself then to Claire, though loud enough for her to hear.
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 conflict Tyson was having merely made him angry. It shouldn't be so hard, shouldn't be so much a war within himself just to get something to eat. It wasn't fair. He had been using that phrase alot. Nothing was fair anymore, his face, his voice, his hands, his behaviors. Nothing was as he wanted anymore, and he knew who to blame. Of course that man was nowhere around for him to vent his frustrations on, not that he wanted to looking for him anyway. If he did he would likely end up ripping him apart. Willingly. First time for that too.
A part of him still wanted to hold onto what humanity he had, he wasn't getting a cure, he would never be normal, but that didn't mean he had to be an animal, right? People didn't eat raw meat.
But the meat smealt good, he wanted it, he knew he wanted it, the juicy bloody chuncks with bits of fat on it. Only thing that would have made it better if it were warm and moving... but that was the wolf in him.
As he wrestled over it, another scent came to his attention, a familiar one. He felt his hackles rise as he recognized another wolf scent, an automatic territorial reaction, however, he realized the coming reaction, and slapped himself in the face to snap out of it before he could start running and barking. Adder was around. Last time he had seen him he had been walking away without a word, leaving him feeling like he had somehow offended him. Apparently he had decided to join the school after all.
Of course now he wasn't in the mood to feel bad about it anymore, he had had enough bad news to where it felt trivial, and looking back he felt more mad about it then he did guilty. Mad at himself maybe, mad at Adder. It didn't matter, he was just mad. Mad and hungry.
He turned to the door as Adder poked his head in. "Hrrrrrr shoooowed up anywaaaaay?" he said, the tone in his voice holding a bit of incredulous anger. Adder had acted like he was upset at him, and now he was showing up here? Okay, maybe some of that was territorial wolf stuff, but he still hurt his feelings, and dammit he had to vent at some point.
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
Since his transformation, Tyson had dealt with many strange impulses, chasing cats, flight or fight reflexes, territorial urges, and all manner of triggers to do with his heightened sense of smell. At first he's had severe reactions when his human sensabilities conflicted with bestial urges, usually after his wolf side had taken lead. He had told himself that these things would pass, when he was cured they would disappear and he would be normal again. However, the news that he was a mutant, that his condition could not be 'turned off', that his father had set him up with a permanent fur coat, it had become a fact that none of it was ever going to go away.
So here he was, in the kitchen, struggling to come to terms with the current dilema. He hadn't meant for it to end up like this. He simple couldn't sleep, like a number of nights before his mood made sleep difficult, and transitioning from the bed to the floor didn't help much. He had destroyed it some time ago in a fit of anger and refused to let the school replace it since he would likely do it again. He was sleeping in a pile of torn up blankeds and pillows. Comfortable enough, but he still had trouble, both his dreams and mood made it hard to relax and stay asleep. Tonight he also felt hungry, so finally after a lot of tossing and turning, he gave up and padded down the hallway to find something to eat.
When he got to the kitchen, that's when the trouble started. He should have expected it really. After all it had happened before. He was more prepared for it this time, so he hadn't mindlessly done it, but he had pulled out a number of uncooked slabs of meat and was currently staring at them on the counter. He knew he didn't want to, but at the same time his animal side was telling him this was natural, and he was having a hard time finding excuses. Things had changed since the last time. Last time he had hope. Last time he had something to hold onto. Now... well, he was always going to be a wolf. What was the point of fighting it? Currently he was going back and forth in his mind between the part of him that saw a plate of delicious bloody food, and the part of him that saw it as a pile of uncooked meat that a human being wouldn't think of eating.
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 could see that he was making the girl nervous, and he was getting a subtle change in her scent. He could only assume it was that 'fear' scent that Danica had theorized he would be able to detect. That answered that question. She quickly blurted out that she had gotten to the institute recently, confirming his initial thoughts. Nothing like a giant monster to make you feel at home right? He sighed, figuring he probably wasn't helping her feel anymore at home, and took as seat by the couch, leaning against the side so he was no longer towering over her.
"I'm, um, Claire. Claire Lockerby. Pleased to meet you sir."
"Hrrrrr Tyson," he said, growling it out. He noted the 'sir' and guess she thought he was a teacher or something. Far from it, he was just some messed up guy trying to cope with his life being cut short by a despicable father figure who decided turning him into a monster was in his best interest. He was as far from someone in a position of respect as you could get. "Grrrr noott a teeacheeeerrrrrr," he said, hoping to let her know that he wasn't the person she needed to waste formality on.
Other then that he didn't really have much he could say to her. He wasn't really a student per-say, he was just here rehabilitating, trying to cope with the changes his mutation had bought. He's only recently learned that he was stuck like this, having believed he could be cured, so he wasn't the most talkative at the moment, even if it weren't so difficult.
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
Adder suddenly turned and left, leaving Tyson confused as to why. He had tried to answer the guys questions as best he could, and the sudden reaction gave the impression that he had somehow offended him. Give Adders more... adapted attitude towards his abilities, he didn't know if it was something in his body language or the way he had said something. "hrrrrrr somethiiiiing I saaaaid?" he questioned out loud, confused, and a bit sad. So far Adder was probably the closest person to being somewhat like him he had met, or at the very least had instincts akin to his. His ears dropped somewhat, reacting to a sudden feeling of guilt in that he had somehow messed up again and alienated someone who could potentially help him through this.
He crouched down, breathing deeply as he fell once again into despising what he had become. Something that somehow managed to be wrong from all angles, human, animal, whatever he was. People outside the institute hated him for looking like he did, and it appeared his demeanor was also offensive too, at least that was the thoughts that were going through his mind. He had just met Adder, but it still felt bad to offend him when they had many similarities.
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 shock on Claire's face surprisingly was not common. Most people here seem totally desensitized to strange appearances, to where her reaction was actually the opposite of what he had come to expect. His ears perked up in reaction to both nearly being stepped on and the surprise in her voice. This reaction told him she was not a mansion resident, or at least she were exceedingly new if his appearance came as a shock to him. There were far weirder things in the mansion then him. He rose to all fours before rising to his feet, growling a little by reaction. He tended to be territorial around strangers wither he liked it or not, but was working on tempering his reactions. He sniffed a little, getting a read on Claire's scent. He was thankful she wasn't wearing the heavy perfume some of the other girls made, his nose was so sensitive that he could sometimes taste the smells, and with perfume that could be sickening. On Claire he could smell the powder deodorant, which covered up some of the body scent she gave off, but only a bit. He could smell remnants of chemicals, older scents that had faded somewhat with washes, and a stronger scent of dry fibers and paper, indicating she handled it a lot, though that wasn't exactly uncommon given the institute was a school.
Standing up full sized may have been intimidating, especially given the claws and teeth. It wasn't something Tyson could really control, he was a walking furball, covered in fur and defined muscle, and his face didn't give the same expressions as a humans given it's shape, so even though he was just standing up, it could have been easily mistaken for something else. And when he spoke, it sounded more like growls with as he tried shaping his inhuman mouth around the words. He was working on relearning how to talk with this mouth, but the process was slow, and he tended to slur them whenever he tried. "Hrrrrrrr you'rrrrrrre neeeew?" he growled out, looking over her. His expression probably came off as angry, more due to the different way his mouth reacted to talking and his general animalistic appearance. He wasn't angry at her though, just his situation.
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 gave a grunt of annoyance, as Adders answer really didn't answer the question. He couldn't really tell if it was he was just avoiding the question or wither this was just the way the thought, as his previous statements seemed to be a bit 'zen' in his opinion, he seemed not to really delve to deep when it came to answers. But really, it didn't matter, he wasn't a part of the faculty, it wasn't like he needed to know or anything, he could get into that with the headmaster or something. He had enough problems without getting into those of others.
"Does this place only care about being a mutant, or is there more to it?"
Tyson hadn't been at the institute long enough to really figure out the motivations behind the school, or it's primary interests. He didn't interact enough to really tell, that and he wasn't a mutant so it didn't really seem they cared about it. "hrrrrrr stiiiill neeew rrrrrr assssk theee headmasssssterrrrr." he said, deciding that he wasn't the one to be asking these questions to. About the only thing he knew was relating to his own issues, he couldn't speak for the school when it came to anything else. If Adder was interested in attending of something, this questions would be better directed at someone who was here for school at the very least, not the wolf man looking for a cure for experiments done on him.
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
Generally Tyson wasn't one to hang out around the mansion, to much noise and smells, however after recent events it was really not any better then his room being high in the rumor mill. That and the students were giving him a wide berth whenever he left it, so currently he could enjoy some peace and quiet in the living room. He wasn't watching tv or anything, just lying by the couch caught up in his thoughts. He had learned that lying down on anything quickly lead to his claws doing a number on the material, so rather then ruin the couch, he choose the floor. Partially hidden like this, it may look like he was some sort of big dog, though he was wearing a pair of shorts.
He was still coming to terms with the bad news, he was stuck like this. He was trying to cope, but was prone to bouts of anger and depression. Right now he was stewing in a nice pot of melancholy over the ordeal. He had received advise here and there, but in the end he was still a giant wolf-man, and that wasn't exactly easy to accept regardless of the amount of support there was available.
He barely noticed the new girl walk in, the only indication that he saw her was his eyes momentarily falling on her. If he had been paying more attention he would have identified her as a new scent in the institute, but currently he was trying not to pay attention to the scents. The living room was already littered with them as a high traffic area, dealing with them was bad enough without trying to make sense of each one individually.
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
Considering that Tyson had literally gone on a warpath on his room when he had gotten the news, knowing that Danica also lost it made him feel somewhat better. "Hrrrrrr destrrrrroyed rrrrrrooom," he said, she had probably heard about that, after all, the students had been crowding the door and talking about it since it happened. They probably didn't know he could hear them all, and that their speculations about the 'crazy wolf guy' did nothing to improve his attitude towards the situation. He'd be surprised if she hadn't already been informed about how he had almost thrown on of the faculty members through his door. Well, he had missed somewhat and the door hadn't broken, but that was what was going around the dorm.
Danica seemed to be giving him a few looks. He wasn't sure how to take that yet, she had said she thought he looked cool, but he was still self conscious about how he looked now. Then she asked something he hadn't been expecting. "There is one thing that helps me calm down, have you considered getting laid?" It caught him completely off guard, for a moment he was completely silent as he processed the question. He hadn't even come to terms with his own face, he couldn't even imagine anyone wanting to... have him. Not even if he were paying. "hrrrrrrrr sseeerrrrriously?" he asked in disbelief, unable to imagine exactly how she thought that that was something that would be an option for him. Even if it was, he had claws that would slice someone to ribbons and he didn't even know if his body was even built for those type of activities anymore, not that he trusted his touchy instincts to test it out anyway.
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
Cheater, thought Tyson, pulling out his wallet and dumping a few bills out. He couldn't really pull it out without shredding it, which his rather sorry looking wallet full of tears and gashes seemed to convey. He didn't call her out on it, but he felt that it wasn't really the fact that no one could stump her, it was more the fact she had a teleporting mutant fetching ingredients to fill her order no matter how exotic. Well, didn't matter anyway, Elliott was just having a little fun at his expense.
When the glass of green cucumber/melon/aloe juice was set in front of him, he carefully gripped it between his hands and carried it to the table. It was obvious by the way he carried it he was trying hard not to spill or crush the glass between his hands. They weren't all that great at delicate tasks. Still he managed to get it to the table without destroying it. Then he was left with the task of what exactly to do with it. He couldn't even drink from a bowl without creating a huge mess, a cup? Impossible. Not that it didn't smell good, very fresh, he just wasn't built for it anymore. But he didn't want to make a bad impression by refusing the first drink he had received from Charise. The gears in his mind turned as he tried to figure out some method of drinking that didn't involve dumping the glass.
He gipped the glass in his hands and brought it to his mouth, trying not to drop it. He didn't really like the idea of drinking like an animal, but what choice did he really have? He stuck his tongue into the glass, trying to lap up some of the juice. He was not used to the motion, leaving his tongue just hanging in the glass for a moment before pulling it back in. Not really much in his mouth, but it did at least taste good.
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
