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.
Regardless of the actions that the green man took, of Adder bolting, Wolf wasn't content to go back into his cage now that he was halfway out. He pulled and strained until the rest of his body was out. With Adder out of harms way now, his instincts took over. The bear was another predator, and there was no actual gain from engaging it anymore, he wasn't hungry enough to see it as a potential meal, nor was this territory he was willing to defend with so many other creatures in it. Instead, he followed Adder's lead, and bolted for the door, dodging out of range of the green creature, remembering his last encounter. The wolfman was a blur as he took off at top speed, disappearing into the hall. There was a sudden sound of breaking glass, as he leapt through a window, tumbling out of the building before making a beeline for the woods. If someone were to look, they may have seen the creature moments before it disappeared into the trees.
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 how to answer that one. He hadn't ever tried 'getting it out of his system' mostly because his lapses in control often had unintended consequences. Eating raw meat, becoming overly territorial against others, mauling and attacking people. Honestly he was afraid to let go like that, he didn't know if there was any coming back from it if he just let go of his control. When it happened it wasn't something he was aware of consciously until after it passed, it was like he was there but not there, no lapse in memory, but unable to see the animalistic behavior. There was still too much he didn't know about himself to risk it. He didn't want to think of himself as an animal, but it was obvious to him that that was what he was now to an extent. He had been around a wolf shifter, but as far as he knew there was nothing 'pack-like' about their meeting.
"Hrrr I don't know," he said, an uncertain tone in his voice, "I... I'm too dangerrrous to rrreally experrriment." It was the most honest answer he could come up with. Even if he had a 'safe' place there was no guarantee that he wouldn't do something that would change that, and he had had to many negative experiences to really trust himself. And if it turned out that letting go meant that he would be gone completely, he was too scared to even attempt 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 fell a bit silent when Jude asked about his own powers. From what Jude had said it didn't seem like he had experienced what Tyson was going through at the moment. He could definitely agree with his statement though, everything had a cost. And it seemed sometimes the cost outweighed any benefit. Still, he was a bit hesitant to confide everything with Jude, even if he had managed to pick up his spirits immensely. He had a lot he hadn't said to anyone, the people he had mauled and attacked. He was always avoiding that, even if he let people in on a few of the difficulties that came with his form. "Hrrr I... have instincts I can't contrrrol," he said, which was basically as much as he had told anyone before, "Hrrr Things set me off, smells and sounds arrre hrrr strrrong. I don't feel safe arrround people."
That was what is boiled down to, he really wasn't a safe person to be around, and his grasp on his own mind seemed to be slipping more and more these days, despite attempts to keep it under control. People kept saying he could get control over it given time, but it felt like the more he fought for control, the harder it became, and the more fiercely his instincts tugged at him. And with his nights filled with what seemed like omens of impending doom in his dreams, he didn't know how much longer his sanity would hold out before he finally lost it and became some sort of monster out of his nightmares.
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 lunged at the cage again and again, sometimes locking his jaw around the bar in an attempt to try and bite them in two, but left no lasting impression. He saw the bear drop and make a move against Adder, and a panic entered his mind. He was stuck in the cage, and he needed to be out of it now. His animal instincts were screaming for him to protect, but the barrier between them seemed impenetrable, and his animal mind could not think around the problem, and did not know what to do.
Then it came to him, something in the back of his mind, suppressed and dull, something more rational looking over the situation, and an answer presented itself before the feeling faded once more. Wolf backed off from the bars, moved back and leapt across the cage, bringing clenched fist down against the cement flooring. A jolt of pain went through his paw, but he shrugged it off and pounded with his other fist, then again with the first. The bars were too strong for him, but the floor was less durable, and his attack began cracking at the stone. The Infirmary cells, while designed to hold feral individuals, were not of the same level as the ones below the mansion, and they were still on the second floor. Once a chunk of the concrete gave way, Wolf began clawing at it, tearing away chunks below the bars until he could see the ends where they lowered mechanically. He then lunged at the bars again, this time aiming his weight and strength at leveraging, the angle causing the bars to shift apart below,and Wolf struggling through the gap. clawing and snarling once more, his gaze fixed on the bear.
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 brief huff, well aware of how much having powers you couldn't control sucked. He could understand where it may be fun to have a power that you control would be fun. He had seen a lot of people here who could do anything they wanted with their powers, fly, teleport, fire beams of energy from fingertips, but somehow he got stuck with one that just made him less human, hypersensitive, and a danger to people around him. With Jude he could agree, passive powers sucked a lot.
"Hrrr, did you learrrn to contrrrol any of them?" he asked,a bit uncertain. If Jude could change out his powers at a whim, then he may not have had any that he didn't like long enough to really gain control over them. Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask, even a small amount of info may be able to help him understand his own limitations.
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 didn't have to do much to convince Jude apparently. That was good, it was not like he could pickup the gerbil, not without it freaking out. And that was if he could manage it without crushing or clawing it to death. He was bad enough without adding mauling of class pets to his already large list of grievances.
""Hrr, who knows, maybe you should just find Clairrre to give a demonstrrration." he said, knowing it was probably the most reliable way of getting an answer. It brought him back to wondering about his powers. He had said he was a power copier, but that opened up a whole line of questions. "Hrrr What otherrr kind of powerrrs have you copied?" he asked, curious about his experiences. Maybe he would luck out and Jude had dealt with something that could help him out with his own 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
As the music boomed on, another familiar scent wafted into the room. However, this one struck a cord with wolf's more primitive side, his ear perked up with a bit of excitement as he caught sight of the other wolf. He and Adder had interacted together, though confrontational at first, the two had bonded somewhat over a meal, and Wolf's instincts had imprinted a pack camaraderie, even if he hadn't been aware of it at the time. So rather then viewing him as a threat or an intruder on his territory, he saw wolf of his own pack.
However, this reunion was cut short when a bear followed after, and Wolf suddenly saw a very large threat, made even worse by the fact that it threatened his pack mate as well. Hackle rose and Wolf lunged at the bars with renewed vigor. His lips were curled back with an inhuman snarl as threatening barks and growls came at a furious frequency. The bars were built to withstand anything Wolf could throw at them, but the adrenaline fueled assault rattled the cage to where someone may fear that he may break it if they didn't know about it's construction.
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
Everything Elliott told him, Tyson stored away for later use. He would be trying to achieve whatever peace he was supposed to gain from this in his spare time. He didn't doubt that it worked for Elliott, but from what he could tell Elliott seemed to have a normal mind in spite of his appearance, while his own mind seemed split in two at times, well, that didn't exactly describe it. It wasn't two minds, more like a complete personality rewrite, he wasn't aware when it happened, and he retained the memories, but the experience of becoming just an animal was frightening in the aftermath, when he realized the loss of himself.
As for teachers in the mansion who could 'help' him, he had pretty much given up on that. The best they had provided was a few tips on speaking and 'support', but as far as fixing everything that was wrong with his body and mind, there was little that had been able to do. If anything he had only hurt those who had come to help him, he recalled guiltily how he had thrown Cafas against a wall in a rage. He kept the incident to himself. Like a lot of his lapses in control, and the nightmares he had, it terrified him what people would think of him if they knew how much more an animal he was since his transformation.
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 began getting back his composure, with only could be described as a wolfish smirk on his face. He wished he had a paw friendly camera or smartphone that would let him capture this event for posterity. Or at least to cheer himself up next time he was feeling down. Something about Jude's personality just... made him feel better, wither it was intentional or not. He couldn't remember the last time he was in a good mood, but somehow Jude managed to bring one out.
"Hrr Clearrrly," he said, trying not to let another laugh escape and garble his words. He glanced about for the gerbil, and saw it scrambling away, "Don't look now, but yourrr vicious predatorrr is hrr making a rrrun forrr it." hd said, pointing a claw it's way.
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
Elliott was right of course, his nose wasn't human, just like the rest of him it was painfully incompatible with anything normal. He would need something custom made to even attempt to try. The claw caps worked, but they made those for dogs, they didn't make nose plugs, just muzzles. That was a thought though, maybe he should invest in one of those instead, some kind of fail safe to keep him in check. He felt ashamed, seriously considering it as an option. Even more so that he couldn't say it wasn't a good idea. He really wished he could just cry like a regular person until he felt better.
The only quiet place Tyson could think of was the greenhouse. Even the library was a bit close to the halls when the bells went off. He supposed he could spend some time surrounded by plants, at least they didn't set him off so much. "Hrrr I think I have hrr a place I can go." He said, at least glad he could try that. At least there was one option he could try.
He focused on following Elliott's instructions, regardless of any vague instructions, taking deep breaths and concentrating on finding this mystical center that could perhaps solve his problems. He wanted it so badly, maybe that was why it seemed impossible, his desperation a blockade to any inner peace. Either that or he had no center to find. He couldn't help but think the worse, that maybe the only thing in him to find was the wolf. But Elliott was his only lead, and one of the only hopes he had left. So he pushed on, if nothing else then to make sure he had exhausted every attempt he could muster to make it work.
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 creature started shouting at the wolf, and though some sort of meaning was carried in the tone, the wolf was too high strung to register it, instead throwing back a snarl and a growl, teeth bared to ward off the apparent threat. His hackles raised defensibly, ear set back against his head as he assessed the creatures body language for impending attack.
However, the creature merely sat down and closed it's eyes. Had it gone to sleep, the growling subsided, and the wolf tail dropped as his head raised into a defensive posture as confusion took over. When the creature did not move from it's position, he cautiously took a step towards it, sniffing it's strange scent and carefully guarding it for sudden movements. It smelled... familiar, a scent he had picked up some time in the past, though it didn't trigger any instinct, it wasn't prey, it wasn't predator, at least not one he was instinctively aware of. However, it's more recent interaction with it was enough to keep him somewhat on guard.
He took a few more cautious steps, until he was right by the bars, his nose sticking through as h continued his olfactory investigation. The bars were in the way, and he placed a paw against it, testing it's strength 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
"Hrrr, huff, I wonderrrr if they make noseplugs," said Tyson, partially sarcastically, part serious. Earplugs *may* work for his hearing, he didn't know for sure, canine hearing may work a bit differently so he couldn't be sure if it would be as effective for him, but that was only half of his problem since his nose had become a scent vacuum and was just as overwhelming.
He considered what Elliot said about sensory deprivation chambers, he had never actually tried on of those, not that he knew any place that actually had them. People made a big deal about it in movies and shows, but it was one of the things that an average person didn't really see very often. Even if he did find one, he wasn't sure any business would really be all that receiving of a giant wolf man. As for the mansion, he hadn't seen anything that could be used in place in his tour. Of course he wasn't a official student. He knew he was missing something by now, he could smell metal and unusual scents around the mansion that didn't fit in with the decor, so maybe there was something, and he was just missing it because he wasn't registered.
"Hrrr, not surrrre therrre's anything like that herrre." he said honestly. He would likely have to ask to be sure, but right now he didn't have an answer.
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 only watch in a little bit of shock at the violent reaction Jude had to a gerbil being introduced to his head. For a moment there was just a stunned silence, well, if you didn't count Jude screaming bloody murder. Then Tyson's mask cracked and he let loose a series of snorts and uncontrolled huffs as the hilarity of the reaction hit him. This was no chuckle but a full throated burst of laughter, something his canine muzzle and throat was obviously not designed for as the noises escaped, but it was an uncontrollable laughter none the less. Tyson's chest burned for want of air, but at the same time it felt good.
The gerbil took the opportunity to leap off to safety as Jude rolled in the grass. Tyson was too distracted to really take action, but it simply started making it's escape, though not so fast that they wouldn't be able to catch it once the humor passed.
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
When the green creature entered, the Wolf was instantly on it's feet, bearing teeth and growling, apparently remembering the blow it had given it before . It's tail was up and hackles raised, signifying his distrust of the creature. There didn't seem to be any former recognition towards the person who he had once considered a friend. Tyson had placed a lot of trust and respect in Elliott and his help and guidance to try and help him. Perhaps he had lasted a lot longer then he would have, though ultimately he had failed to reign in his feral side. Now it seemed anything human that had remained in Tyson was just gone.
Wolf watched the green creature with suspicion as it put down the box and turned it on. He jumped back a little as the music started blaring from it, making it difficult to hear anything else. He felt the beat through the song was unfamiliar. The vocals sounded familiar, though it felt like a distant memory he couldn't put a claw on. His posturing didn't change, still on edge, though it sniffed a bit in the direction of the noise maker, smelling only the green creatures scent rather then anything living. Classifying it as more of an annoyance then a threat, he continued pacing, though his eyes never left Elliott, who was definatly considered threatening considering their last encounter.
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 lay in the corner of the cell, occasionally glancing at the open door of the infirmary when noise came cascading from the outside. He was bored at the moment, lack of activity had him in a permanent bad mood, if that was what you could call it. The first few days had been filled with nervous energy, waking up in the strange cell and attempting to break out. It had not worked of course, the cell was built to contain mutants much stronger then him, leaving the feral creature simply clawing and smashing against the bars to no avail. Following this he had paced about, growling at anything that moved or any person that came near. Finally he lay down, simply biding his time until something came along to garner his attention.
Tyson hadn't come back after the incident with the new tail he now processed, even after being knocked out cold by a frying pan and sleeping it off in the cell. For all appearances the wolf mutant had gone completely animal, waking up in the same reactive and defensive temperament, though less agitated since the wounds he received had healed over. Regardless of being healthy, he hadn't calmed down and regained his human facilities. Thus far he hadn't shown recognition of anyone who had come to the cell, DocProf and the Headmaster had tried to get through to him only to be lunged at with copious amounts of snarls and growls. At best they could figure he had had some sort of mental breakdown from the stress of his situation. Since he had arrived he's been struggling to adjust, and despite best efforts by friends and faculty, seemed only to have gotten worse over time. It seemed it had finally reached a breaking point, and now Tyson had lost it completely.
Wolf pawed at the ground, still testing the cell for weak points, even after all this time. Perhaps he was still searching for escape, or maybe he was just passing time before the next meal came. It was hard to tell, as the feral mutant didn't seem to be simply exploring his cell over and over, sniffing at the sides for the umpteenth time before returning to lay down and stare at the door 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
