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 was seated on his bed, looking at the new set of sheets he had managed to shred with his claws. Again. The school was going to run out of sheets at this rate. At this point he was beginning to feel apathetic about it. Compared to everything else going on in his life, torn sheets were relatively tame. Since he had come to the institute, he had been learning more and more about how inhuman he had become, and how little control he had over himself. It ranged from simple things like craving raw meat, to the traumatic experience of completely losing it in his first trip into the city and attacking a group of mutant haters when they cornered him in an alley. The continued reinforcement of animalistic instincts overriding his behavior and the difficulties adjusting to his new body was sapping the positive attitude he had thought he had coming into this.
Right now the only thing really holding him together was the hope for a cure. Until then he just wanted to stay in his room and avoid anything that would set him off again. He wasn't sure he could handle attacking anyone else, he was ready to lose it as it was. He just wanted to be normal again and go home. If he could just hold on until then he would be fine.
Then there was a knock on the door. His first instinct was to rush the door barking to defend his territory. Only by gripping the bedframe was he able to hold himself back from doing just that. He waited a second or two for the rush to pass before he got up, observing the gouges he had left in the wood, then crossed over to the door and opened it. Even then he could not hold in the growl, "Grrrrrrrr hrrrrrrr yeeesss?" He said, secretly hoping that the man at the door had good news for him. Of course given his run of luck so far, he wasn't holding his breath.
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 sudden crash distracted Tyson for a momentarily, though not as much to break the hold his instincts had on him. However the spectical following it was definitely something he was not expecting. The wolf before him was suddenly losing it's fur to become human in shape, and a sudden confusion hit him as scents changed as much as shape. As the human cogs I his head started turning again, he realized he was about to attack a human. It was too much, he felt like he was losing his mind, was he seeing things now as well? Could he not even tell the difference between people and animals anymore?
He quickly backed off, the growls and posturing dieing immediately into one of vulnerability and stress. He didn't want this, he didn't want to hurt people, but he was doing it again. He could still remember the blood on his lips, and held his head trying to blot out the memory. What was he becoming? He could feel his face contort with the emotional pain he felt, his chest felt tight and his throat clogged up with the revoltion he felt towards himself. He could feel tears starting to well up in the corners of his eyes, and he faced away from the perso he had almost attacked in shame of what he had done. "Hhhhhrrrrrrrrr ssstaaay aaahway, noooot ssssafffeee," he managed to croak out between labored breathing and his break down into near sobbing. He wanted it to be over, he wanted to be normal again, he wanted to wake up in his head without fur and fangs and claws and just be a boring regular guy who went to college and got a job, not a monster who attacked people.
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 simply nodded an affirmative to Xavia. He kinda hoped she didn't want to eat with him, not because he didn't enjoy her company, but because it was messy and embarrassing for him since he couldn't chew properly. It was the same with drinking, which he still hadn't figured out without getting soaked or spilling a good portion of. It made public eating awkward, so generally he ate in private. "Hrrrrr maaahbee i'rrrl seeeee yoooouuu thhhhumoorrrrrrrrow?" He asked a bit glad to have a new friend. He was very alone at the mansion in more ways then one, and having someone who just listened to as a blessing at the moment.
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 gripped the bowl akwardly with his hands, it was the limit of his dexterity to hold the bowl, his fingers not responding properly enough for him to do much more then grasp it. The next part was even less dignified, as he had to stick his snout into the coconut water and gulp down what he could. He was embarrassed by it, but considering his ordeal, he was not as worried at the moment.
He listened to Jacks words, and felt slightly better, 10 years was a long time to deal with a drastic physical change like hers. He supposed if she could go 10 years, maybe he could manage a few weeks or more months. And it was nice that she was supportive about things getting easier with time and learning to talk became easier with practice. He did feel a little disappointed when she mentioned the phone though. He could barely hold a thing like that, let alone attempt to work it. "Hrrrrrrrr hhhhaaannnds doooon't hrrrrrrrrr worrrrrrrrk sooo gooooood," he said, putting the bowl down on the counter, almost dropping it in the process.
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
"Has you sound any-sing yet? A cure? A lead?" Tyson figured Jack probably didn't know much about the the work the institute did. He didn't know much either for that matter, only that he was supposed to get help here. He took that to mean they were working on it, but they had not told him how long or how close they were. So he simply shook his head rather then try to explain everything, which would have taken a while.
"Wanna soda or sun-sing?" Tyson would have liked a soda, he used to like it, but now the taste was overwhelming with the sensitivity of his nose, not only that it was mostly wasted when he tried to drink it since his mouth wasn't the same shape anymore, most just poured out the sides of his ... muzzle. The best he could do was just try guzzling liquids from a bowl until he got the hang of drinking from a cup again. "Hrrrrr coooooocnuht whaaaater, in aaahh boooooowl," he said, figuring it was the most bland of the options outside of strait up water.
Beside this he was starting to calm down a little, at least enough to where he could get to his feet again. And enough to start wondering about Jack. "Hrrrrr hooooow loooonng hrrrr frrrrrrooooorrrr yooooou hrrrrr?" he asked, wondering how long Jack had dealt with her own condition. She seemed well adjusted at least, probably light years ahead of where he was in figuring out how her body worked. At the very least she could speak without it sounding like it was going through a blender.
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 four men closed in on Tyson, who was huddled up on the ground shaking violently. The ringleader pulled out a pipe, grinning sadistically as he raised it up and brought it down as hard he could on the wolf mans head. There was a flash of movement on impact, and Tyson snarled as he leapt upon the man who had struck him, his teeth locking onto his shoulder and biting down, tearing out a chunk of flesh and clothing as he brought the man down, falling back in shock and screaming in pain as the wolf man ripped into him. The rest of the men's demeanor changed to panic, as the realized the mistake they had made. One tried to strike Tyson upside the head to get him off the man he was mauling. Tyson however was gone, running purely on instinct, raising his head and catching the mans forearm in his jaw as he changed targets, The man screamed in pain as he bite down, tearing through muscle and crushing bone. He the jerked his head back and forth, ripping at the limb, until it bent at an unnatural angle, and clawed at the man's side with his claws, slicing clothing and flesh as easily as butter. The other two men, horrified at the display, turned and ran.
Tyson's eyes locked on them, he released the man who fell down, groping at his ruined arm as Tyson gave chase after the two runners, leaping on the back of one and sinking his claws in before biting down on the back of the mans shoulder, who screamed before passing out from the shock and pain.
The last man standing ran around the corner, running as fast as his legs could take him. "RUN! GET THE HELL OUT!!" he yelled, ignoring the other mutant and giving in to simple self preservation instinct, passing the the group who looked down the alley, having heard the previous screams and looking anxious. Moments later, Tyson walked around the corner on all fours, dragging the bleeding body of his last victim. The men choosing the route of self preservation, Dropped what they were doing and ran.
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 rarely in full control of himself at the best of times. Right now he wasn't in a mood that helped that. The intruder wasn't budging despite a raging ball of fur heading his way. As he got close he came to a halt for a moment, teeth bared, rising to his feet to display claws and give him height. The display was as much a threat as a final warning, his instincts were to avoid an all out brawl when he was able to simply chase off an intruder, but failing that, this was about to become messy.
"Grrrrrrrr hrrrrrrrrrrrrr gggggeeeettt oooouuuttt hrrrrrrrrr, " he growled what little cognitive control he had vocalizing his threat. He faced the intruder, unwavering, waiting for him to either run or return his challenge in turn. His hackles were raised, eyes locked in the other wolf's. He had never seen a wolf in person. Well besides the traits that he saw in a mirror. Not that he was in any state of mind to appreciate it at all, he may have been fascinated in his old life. He knew he could easily tear a man apart with his claws, he doubted they would have any less resistance in this case either.
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 sat outside the greenhouse, curled up as he brooded on the latest of failed attempts to try and reclaim some normality and stability in his life. His excursion into the city had not gone as planned, the complete opposite in fact. It seemed he couldn't even go out in public without putting himself, and others in danger. That combined with the now several incidents where his instincts had gotten the better of him had him more melancholy then ever. He had nothing to anchor him to his old life anymore. He couldn't play video games, he couldn't go out, he couldn't even write a letter to him mom without having someone else transcribe it, and even then he couldn't even speak without growling and slurring his words due to the shape of his mouth. The inside of the building stank of people, the noise unbearable, he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take before he finally snapped. The only solace he could find was in escaping outside to some place quit and less trodden. Xavia usually tended the gardens inside the greenhouse, and while he enjoyed the fact that she didn't smell as strongly as everyone else, right now he just wanted to be left alone, so he just sat outside, stewing in his own disconsolate state of being.
He didn't know which way his life was heading anymore. Hopes for a cure seemed to be harder and harder to hold onto, he felt empty inside, like a part of him had been gouged out and left to bleed, and the mantras he told himself, that things would get back to normal felt less and less convincing with the repetition. What was he now? He didn't know anymore, everything was different, he was different, was he still human, of just some sort of animal? Or worse, a monster?
Then a scent wafted his way on the wind, different from other scents he had smelt before, and suddenly he was on his feet, growling. Instinct took hold of him and his hackles rose as he sniffed the air, picking up the trail like a line of white hot fire. Before he knew it he was running on all fours, chasing it down until he saw it's origin. A white wolf. Someone could have mistaken it for a dog from a distance, but Tyson's nose was a different matter altogether, and unfortunately it stuck at deep territorial instincts he was not aware of. A rival was on his territory, and it needed to go, it did not register to Tyson that this was not the way he thought of the mansion, nor that he didn't need to defend it. Already his teeth were bared and he was growling and barking threats as he bore down on the intruder, ready to defend his claim.
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 not familiar with the back alleys of New York. Under any other circumstance, his natural speed would have easily outpaced his pursuers, however this was not a strait run that he could simply outdistance them, rather it was a maze that he had no baring on. There were too many scents for him to judge where the right way to go was, and he quickly took a wrong passage down to a dead end. It was too late to turn back as the 4 men appeared at the end of the alley. Cornered, Tyson worked on getting a grip over his instincts, which were now wanting him to fight, and getting stronger as the men got closer.
"Hrrrrrrrr Nrrrrrooooo hrrrrrrrr sssssrrrrttaaayyyy hrrrrrr aaaawwwwaaaaayyyy hrrrrrrrrrr," he said, knowing that he could lose it at any moment. If he did, he was nothing more then an animal. He knew that physically he could tear a person apart, but he didn't want that to happen, he didn't want to be a killer. He covered his eyes and held his head, trying to hold his instincts at bay as long as possible. He could still smell them getting closer, could hear there footsteps and the slow pace of their heart beats. The dull thud of meat and blood, smell of sweat and adrenaline, smell of meat, smell of enemy, smell of meat.... NO! Not a killer... enemy... blood... Noooo...
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 was what he had been told before. Practice, and it would come back to him. Unfortunately it felt like he was relearning what a 8 year old could accomplish better then him at the moment. It was not so much the practice that bothered him but the frustration of his body not responding to him the way it should. He knew Xavia meant well, but there were some things that couldn't be fixed with simple words of encouragement. Tyson had had his life torn out from under him, and only time could heal such wounds. In the mean time he would simply have to bleed.
Tyson's sharp hearing picked up on Xavia's stomach grumbles. He figured she was probably wanting to go to lunch. "Hrrrrrr shhhhoooould get back tooo hrrrrr prrrrrractice." he said, giving Xavia the excuse she needed to go. By now the halls were probably cleared, he could go and find something to occupy his time, he could probably get a bite to eat himself. Hopefully there was some cooked meat somewhere in the kitchen, he dreaded the thought of having another episode where he scarfed down a raw steak. "See yoooooou arrrrrrroooooound? hrrrrr" he said, doing his best to try and seem like her encouragement had paid off. It had. Maybe. A little. But he did enjoy talking to someone who didn't overwhelm his sense of smell.
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 wasn't sure what too do, he was panicking a bit. He had, under his fathers control, been little more then an animal, and mauled people before, but that had been against his will. He didn't want to be that again, but he was in trouble, and his warning growls seemed to be having no effect on the advancing men. He could smell the scent of blood on them, not fresh, but a lingering scent mingles with the individual body odors they gave off. Fear edged into his mind, and he felt himself feeling the urge to either run, or fight.
"Care to continue your little game with the numbers more even?" The voice came from a woman, or at least it smelled like one, the way she looked was more consistent with a punk rocker or gang member. That and she apparently had scales and suddenly her head changed into a cats. It was enough for the men to shift there focus from him for a moment. At that point Tyson's instincts took over, and he turned and took off, falling to all fours and taking off down the alley. The men took notice, "Shit," said the ring leader, "You guys take care of the bitch, we'll get the mutt," he said, and the group split, four of the men chasing after Tyson, while the other four turned to Darkshift, pulling out knives and pipes, apparently ready for a fight.
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 wounds only stung a little, and that feeling was quickly fading as his accelerated healing began closing the wounds up. He let Xavia take his hand and pull the thorns out, but by the time she was applying the aloe, they were already beginning to close up. When she finished he brought his paw to his mouth and licked off what little blood was left. He got a bit of aloe as well, which tasted cool against his tongue. He appreciated the gesture, but it was unnecessary since he now got over injuries fairly quickly, but he wasn't one to be rude, "Hrrrrr thaankks," he grunted, "but I hhhrrr heeaal faasst hrrrrr."
He let Xavia cup his hand and place the rose in it. He felt that she was missing the point a little. His issue was he couldn't use his hands for anything that required any type of fine dexterity. He could hold things, he could grab things, but he couldn't manipulate anything. His life before all this he could play video games, write papers, type on a keyboard. Now he couldn't do any of that. A majority of everyday tasks that should be simple had suddenly been cut out of his life. He looked at the rose disappointingly. With his freehand he stuck his paw into the ground, scooping out a hole, then let the rose fall from his hand. It landed in the hole stem first, and he scooped the dirt back into the hole, the rose stuck out of the ground at an angle. He realized he had probably just been mangling one of her favorite plants as she asked for his name. "Hrrrr Tyson," he answered, "Sorrrrrrry forrrrr hrrrrr rrrrrrruining yourrrr rrrrrose."
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 really wasn't the type to go looking for trouble. His plan had been relatively simple, go look at a few shops, do some window shopping, and taking a few sights. He had never been to New York, and was getting a little antsy being in the institute all day. In the old days this would not have been as much a problem, the institute did have entertainment, video games, basketball courts, and other things, but Tyson no longer had the manual dexterity to play a game without breaking the controller, and he had a tendency to have the embarrassing urge to chase the ball and claim it as his own. As such he was without entertainment and getting cabin fever sitting around all day. So he decided to go check out New York. Had he thought things through a bit more, he may have found reason to stay at the mansion, but Tyson was desperate to get some normality back into his life. He was convinced the institute would come up with a cure, but had no idea how long that would take, so he had to find some way to deal with it at some point.
So here he was walking down the strip mall like nothing was up, dressed in, what he considered,, his least threatening clothing, which consisted of some blue sports shorts and a white t-shirt. Of course, a very obvious wolf man walking down the street was hardly something that went un-noticed. People stared after him, and one could only imagine what they were thinking, if they thought he was a guy in a costume, that this was some sort of promotional stunt, but Tyson tried to ignore it, and tried not to make eye contact with people. Instead he tried to just enjoy the day out, stopping at shop windows to look at what was inside and seeing what peaked his interest.
Unfortunately, Tyson was not prepared for the inevitable conflict his presence would cause. He had set his mind on just keeping out of peoples way and keeping his cool, trying not to let anything set him off that he didn't realize that some people would come looking for him. As he passed a store front by an alley, he became aware that someone was rushing him when two bodies performed a football check on him, knocking him off his feet and into the alley. He landed on a pile of trash and got to his feet, instinctively growling as he looked at his attackers. The two men who stood before him looked like trouble. Even more so when a number of others walked into the alley behind them. "Look what we have here," one said, "Some mutie trash looking for trouble." Tyson was already growling, so his speech was impaired more then usual. "Hrrrrrrrr whaaaaaaarrrrrttt hrrrrrr rrrrrrro yooooooooo hhhrrrrrr waaaant hrrrrrrrr." he siad, having to fight to get the words out. It didn't look like they understood him, or that they even cared to try. "Let's teach this dog some obedience training," said the ringleader. Tyson started backing away as the group started advancing.
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 stopped to listen to Xavia's advice. He wasn't really sure what exactly he was supposed to look for by closing his eyes and trying get in touch with himself. But he may as well try it, it's not like he was making any progress. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to visualize. Something simple, just something easy. ABC. He moved his hand and tried to trace it out, trying to let whatever inner self he was supposed to be looking for do the work. When he finished, he opened his eyes and looked down.
All he saw was a mess. Claw marks zigzagged over one another, looking more like he was trying to scratch some itch on the ground. He hadn't even formed anything resembling the letters by accident. With a short growl he wiped them out again. "Hrrrrr hhhhaands don't worrrrrrrk rrrrrrright," he said, as if she needed to see how badly he had mutilated the exercise. "Caaaan't hrrrr wrrrrrrite orrrrrr drrrraw hrrrrr, caan't eeeven hooooold a penssscccill rrrrright," he reached for one of the roses, his paws shaking as he tried to simply pick one, only to wince and let out a small whine as his paw closed around the whole of the stem with his fist, piercing his hand with the thorns. He let go quickly, and saw blood on his hand where his the thorns had punctured the pads. He looked at it disappointedly, he should have expected something like that to happen.
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
