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 has had it rough since his transformation and trying to adapt to a new body and new rules by which he has to live. Lapses in control, nightmares and general sleeplessness have taken their toll despite his best efforts. His mental well being still fragile, something else happens to push Tyson over the edge, what will become of him when his world continues to crumble under him?
Looking for a few people interested in a few threads involving Tyson over a course of time, I may be involving my second character Raziel in one or two depending on how things go, but I'd like a few people interested in giving the mansions resident wolfman a helping hand... or someone who just wants to mess with 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
"Hrrr um, how do I meet you?" Tyson asked, a bit worried that she was running off because of him. He wasn't able to use phones or anything to contact people, leaving very few options once he was no longer face to face with someone. Unless they came looking for him he was essentially on his own. That had been somewhat the case with Elliott, he hadn't gotten a number or address, so he was stuck waiting for him to show up again.
Of course he realized she was probably running late because of him, and given she was a nurse there was probably more important things she had to take care of then chatting up a pathetic wolf man. Who knows how many more lives may have just been ruined because of him. He hoped Juliette would get in touch with him soon, at least for his own sanity, just talking to people sometimes helped him feel less like an animal.
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 appeared to be seeing right through Tyson's attempt to keep his problems to himself. He still didn't want to go into it, mostly because he often had nightmares of killing his mother as a mindless monster. It was not something he wanted to discuss or get into. He was barely holding it together as it was, he could only imagine how much he would lose it if forced to talk about it, and he was afraid of how he may react, both Elliott, and his own touch and go control over his own actions when he got emotionally distraught. He didn't want to accidentally go off on Elliott because he worked himself up to the point of fight or flight reactions, he still remembered when that had happened out of fear and possibly killed people.
"Hrrr, I'm fine, rrreally," he said, "Some meditation will probably hrrr help me get a good night sleep tonight." He tried to be truthful without actually admitting anything, it was probably the only way he had a chance of Elliott not pushing the issue. He was hoping that Elliott's instructions would help him calm himself and get over some of these issues, so he focused on that more, trying to mentally prep himself for whatever Elliott would have him do.
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
Juliette's suggestion actually sounded interesting and inviting, Tyson hadn't been on any trails but he did like nature hikes before his transformation, and something like that would definitely give him some new scenery at the very least. Being cooped up in the mansion grounds was difficult without much to keep him busy, which made his mounting tensions all the worse without a release mechanism for his stress. "Hrrr, that sounds good... if you hrrr don't mind." he said, a little self conscious, after all, he was a monster and he imagined that most people wouldn't want to be alone in an isolated location with him. Honestly any normal person would probably not want to be near him looking as he did, claws and fangs did not inspire confidense in 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 walked besides Elliott, all but ignoring the antics of other students, who made sure to pass him well on the other side of the hall. The students tended to be wary of him given the incidents, but that suited Tyson fine right now. He felt he could snap at any sudden surprise, and students had keyed in on his stress levels and wisely decided not to poke the dragon to see if he would breath fire on them. He was getting used to the huge amounts of scents that came with his nose, it was slowly getting more bearable in the mansion while the students were out. When he had first arrived he was having panic attacks whenever the bell rung.
"You seem to have a better handle on talking. It sounds like you're getting the hang of that side of your mutation. Have you been sleeping alright, though? You seem... Tired."
"Hrr Yeah, I managed to get some pointerrrs," he said, glad at least to be able to hold conversations again. Cafas had clued him into some of the techniques earlier mutants had used in his situation, which had helped a lot. He wasn't sure if he should, or even how to answer the second half of Elliott's question though. Having nightmares about yourself that were filled with blood and gore would be off putting to anyone, and despite Elliott's unique perspective on things, he still believed it wouldn't go over well with him, and he was still afraid of being found out about his lapses in control that lead to more bloody outcomes. Still, he knew he couldn't avoid the question entirely, as silence would just confirm that he had not been sleeping well and prompt more questions. "Hrrr Otherrr students decided to have a parrrty," he said, hoping it sounded convincing enough, "Wall's may as well hrrr be made of paperrr forrr me, kept me up late." It was a complete lie of course, but he didn't want to let on how bad it was getting if there was a chance this meditation thing could help turn things around.
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 Tyson had hit a topic of interest that Juliette was more into. That was good, at least he had found some sort of common ground on which to stand. It would probably be good to focus on that for a while, at least until they felt comfortable again. Luckily he knew from experience his limitations, or rather, lack of limitations when it came to that subject. "Hrr Both I believe," he said pretty sure that if he tried he could run for days without tiring. His new body seemed to have limitless endurance, while his enhanced strength made him a lot quicker. He could run for hours without feeling winded or worn out. "I seem to be built forrr rrrunning," he said, not adding on the fact that this was probably because his mutation was for hunting down and killing thing. But away from that he was sure he would do well in any type of foot race, though honestly there weren't really any places in New York he could safely do this, not only because of anti-mutant sentiments, but because if he crashed into any other people he would likely injure them. Comparably it would probably be equivalent to slamming into a car, not that he ever wanted to test that theory.
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, I liked muffins too," he said, remembering how they had tasted before his transformation. Somehow now they were not the same. He attributed it to his new biology, after all it was mostly plant matter mixed with eggs. His new body was less appreciative of more vegetarian fair. Still, he seemed to be okay with some fruits, so fruit muffins were somewhat more acceptable. He had never really considered himself a picky eater, but having your digestive track drastically altered seemed to do that to a person.
Before his transformation, Tyson had done a lot of things, he had read and played video games, played sports an been more or less an outgoing sort. Now though most of that had been cut off from him, he was too dangerous to play sports, and his hands just weren't designed with the dexterity to read or handle a controller. He also doubted that Juliette would want to here that his new hobbies were apparently trying to keep himself from going on bloody rampages, sulking in his room, and having freak outs every other day. "I like rrrunning," he said, which was true at least, running helped him drown out everything else, going by things too fast to pick up scents and drown out everything else with the sound of wind. "Hrrr I'm a lot fasterrr then I used to be," he added, thinking that the 3 word statement may be off putting to Juliette.
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 didn't know if Elliott had been by or not, no one had told him anything, though considering his mood swings and temperament, it was understandable if no one had. Who would want to risk it after he tossed Cafas against his door when he delivered some bad news. That and Tyson was too tired to even try deciphering any motives or paranoid thoughts. His nights were more or less sleepless by now, as every time he fell asleep he was having nightmares about going on a animalistic rampage. It left him drained, irritable and not exactly the best of company. A few people had managed to lift his spirits now and again, but the way things were those good feelings generally got crushed afterwards by guilt and fear. So regardless of if Elliott came over or not, he was in a desperate situation and would not question him on it if he had any form of help that could improve his state of mind.
"Hrrr Now is as good a time as any," he said, the tone in his voice a little weary and drained. It was not like he had anywhere to be, he was not taking classes and his days were basically just trying to keep himself from losing his mind. He slipped out the door and closed it, hoping to spare Elliot the sight of his room. He was embarrassed enough about his issues without showing him that his room was more or less the same state as his mind. The plastic tips on his claws clicked as he pushed the door closed. After it had been mentioned to him that they made plastic claw coverings for pets, he had asked for some. They were tailor made to fit the claws on his feet and hands, blunting them so they didn't snag or rip into anything. They didn't improve his dexterity, but it at least kept him from clawing everything he touched.
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 in his room, or what was left of it. Much had been destroyed in his earlier 'mood swings' else by accident with his claws. In either case, his bedding was in shred, his furniture scratched up, the mirror in his bathroom broken, and it pretty much looking like an animal lived there. It was pretty much how he was feeling at the moment as well. He wasn't doing so well in the stress department, weeks of dealing with nightmares and lapses in control were weighing on him. He was tired from lack of sleep, a bit grouchy and scattered. Even breathing exercises didn't seem to be doing much but leave him out of breath after a while. Elliot had taught him some basics, but he hadn't seen him for a while now. He had been to the cafe a few times, but hadn't had the luck of running into him again. Maybe he should have asked him where he lived, at least he may have had someone to talk to, or at least touch bases. Elliott had said he would teach him some meditation techniques, but it seemed so long ago now. That was probably because every day seemed so long now as he struggled through him mutation.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Tyson hadn't been listening for anyone, and jumped. Usally students gave his room, a wide berth, so he thought maybe it was Cafas checking in on him. Or another teacher. He wasn't sure if he was in the mood to answer more questions, but t would look bad if he didn't answer. He got up and went to the door, doing his best not to further damage the knob. He only opened it a crack to take a peek at his visitor, and was surprised to see Elliott standing there. For a moment he just stared, before his senses returned, "hrrr Elliot, long time no see." he said visibly surprised. His grammer had improved a great deal since they had last met, he was no longer getting his words slurred, at least until he tried pronouncing r's. He looked back at his destroyed room, now embarrassed to have a fried see it. He wasn't sure wither to invite Elliott in to see how badly his state of mind had become.
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
Maybe his answer had been too short, he thought. Perhaps it had come off like he didn't want to talk, since Juliette looked uncomfortable again. "Hrrrr what about you?" he asked, hoping that he wasn't driving her away again, "What is yourrrr hrrr favorrrite food?" He was struggling to keep the conversation going, but honestly it felt good talking about trivial things with someone. He hadn't had many chances to do that, usually his conversations seemed to revolve around his problems, so being treated like he was normal was something he craved to have for once. He really didn't want to blow it by being the elephant in the room. Of course he may just be destined to be nothing but a nuisance to others, considering his track record thus far. Was there any way to get passed that? He didn't know, everything in his life was so uncertain all the time now.
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 thought about Darkshift's offer to see him back home. If he were honest with himself, he would have loved someone to take him back to the institute, but as it was, he felt it may pose to many problems, not just to himself but to Darkshift as well. If he showed up to the institute with another person, and possibly looking worse for ware, then questions would be asked and he could quite possibly be kicked out of the institute without being given a cure if they found out what he had done. And of course, being seen with her walking through the city may draw too much attention to her and where they had come from. He didn't want to cause any more problems to Darkshift even if he was scared and traumatized. All he could possibly do was ruin both there lives and that of those in Sanctuary, so he couldn't do that, not with the guilt of what he had already done making him keenly aware of how much of a monster he was at the moment.
"Hrrrr noooooo, I knoooow thhhheeee waaaaay," he said trying not to let on how badly he was freaked out by all this. He couldn't be selfish, he couldn't endanger anyone else for his sake, he had to retain some of his humanity if he could, even if it meant being on his own. He was sure if he just ran as fast as he could, maybe he could avoid anymore incidents, an then he could slink off ot his bedroom and hide under the bed and cry there until he fell asleep.
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 off a little gruff growl, "Hrrr, too strrrrong a smell," he said, remembering his last exposure to it, it had a tendency not only to overwhelm, but cause some sort of reset on his nose so that every other smell became more distinct afterwards. Fortunately most people kept lids on their cups. "Tea is okay though," he added, having had no major issues with what was essentially leaf water, "hrrr I like herrrbal myself." mostly because it helped calm him a little without adding caffeine to his system, he was stressed enough without raising his blood pressure with that.
"What do you like to eat?"
Tyson nearly had to bit his tongue to keep from blurting out 'meat', the though triggering the wolf side of his thinking, but he managed to keep it in line. "Steak," he said. Yeah, it was still meat, but it was more defined and suggested something actually cooked rather then a raw bloody mess that he had more then once consumed. He hadn't been able to cook steak himself, since his wolf instincts took over as soon as he smelled 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
The food helped to rid of the taste in his mouth, and he used a bottle of water to wash the remaining blood off, helping to dampen the smell, and finally getting rid of the last traces of his cannibalism. He would still need a long shower after this, and an entire bottle of shampoo, but he was feeling a lot better. He made a mental note now that he was thinking clearly, no going out without some sort of cover, and avoid alleyways and dead ends. Being cornered was definitely a bad thing.
"Do you have a place to stay? Or anyone to help you? To train you?"
Tyson nodded, for the institute was there to help him, though maybe not in the way Darkshift may be thinking, but he was still hesitant to tell her the truth of his condition. As far as he knew the institute would cure him and put this nightmare behind him, then training would not be an issue. "Hrrrrrrr, shhhoouuld beeee fiiinne noooow," he growled, thinking he should probably get out of there before his presence caused an issue. He pushed himself to his feet, carefully just in case he was still lightheaded or off balance. Fortunately it seemed the worst of it was past, and he would be able to get back to the institute without issue.
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 looked a bit stunned, not at him asking him to sniff out the gerbil, but the fact that Jude had manage to loose it. It was not like a gerbil was all that difficult to hold onto. Well, maybe for him because of his claws, but for a normal person. "Hrr, so you werrre outsmarrrted by a rrrodent?" he teased. Jude was certainly a character, and fun to be around. He hoped they could maybe hang out in future, if nothing else, to lift his spirits when he was feeling overwhelmed or depressed.
He had never really tried tracking something before, well, at least he hadn't activly tried, his wolf senses picked up food scents pretty easily without actually needing him to 'track, and he hadn't hunted at all, so it wasn't something he had tried to develop. He hadn't thought about it, but he supposed he could try. "Hrrr, so... I guess I just need to sniff..." he said as he brought his nose close to Jude's pocket, taking a few deep breaths through his nose. "HRARGH!" he said, backing off a little, "What do you keep in therrre?" he said. He supposed a persons pockets would have a multitude of scents in it since people carried just about everything in it. Besides Jude's unique scent of sweat and body odor, there was a number of different detergent smells, leather, paper, decomposition, wood chippings, seeds, urine, poop, and of course gerbil, all rolled into one. Admittedly some of those smells probably came from the gerbil itself, but it still was pungent to his senses.
Once he sorted through the scents, he sniffed around for the Gerbil, but didn't detect it strait away. Maybe it had gotten out someplace on the way? So instead he sniffed for Jude's scent which was clearly there. He then tried seeing if he could back track along his trail. It was strange as he could quite easily tell where he had come from, able to detect the subtle difference in age, so despite there being a number of trails, assumably where Jude had crossed the lawn before, he could differentiate it from the latest trail, and began following, nose close to the ground as he did, walking along it in a perfect match to where he had come from.
After yard or so, he caught the gerbils scent, branching off in two directions, one with Jude's scent and one solo, so he guessed this is where it managed to get out. He then followed the gerbils scent, around the garden and finally to the base of a tree, where the trail ended. "Hrrr, I think I found it." he said, though he wasn't sure where it was, that is until he heard some scared squeaking above them.
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 understand her curiosity, if he was a doctor he supposed he would find interest in someone who healed himself. So he wasn't offended or anything when she asked about his limits. "Hrrr neverrr trrried finding a limit." He said, though he thought it would be a no brainer that he wouldn't try stabbing himself to follow me out how much he could hurt himself before he didn't heal from it.
He looked at the cranberry juice and took another sip through the straw. "It's good," he said, not wanting to seem ungrateful. "Hrrr what about you, what drrrinks do you like?" He said, hoping it would help to keep himself talking and get used to conversations 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
