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.
Darkshift left for a bit, leaving Tyson to his own thoughts, something he was not enjoying at the moment. He tried not to think about the last few events of the day, but of course, trying not to think about it only made him think about it more. He was grateful when Darkshift came back with a load of food, and spared no moment before he grabbed a sandwich and literally started wolfing down food. He only half paid attention to what was in it, he didn't care if it were meat or vegetables, even though vegetables didn't agree with him. As long as it got rid of the taste of blood he would bare any diarrhea it brought on. Needless to say it was not a pretty sight, his mouth was not built for chewing, under normal circumstances he would probably have turned away of requested to eat alone, but right now he didn't want to be alone.
He was thinking more clearly now, and he picked up on the fact that Darkshift thought he was a mutant. He may have corrected her, but the way she stated it made him think. He didn't know her very well, was the fact that she thought he was a mutant the only reason she had helped him? If he hadn't looked the way he did would she have paused at all? If he told her he was an experiment, not a mutant, would she change her mind? Would she call the cops on him? Would she attack him? He decided that at this point discretion was the better option and keeping his mouth shut would be the best course of action. this was easy, since his mouth was already full of food. He knew she was right about his control, he needed help, but didn't know how to get 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
Juliette seemed to be considerate, or at least she thought maybe talking hurt his ears as she nodded instead of saying anything. Normal conversation was okay, the real problem was the amount of noise that assaulted him in most situations, sure, a person yelling in his ears would hurt a lot more, but just the amount of noise around him, the cars outside, the kitchen in the back, different people holding their own conversations, and so on, made his head ache with overstimulation. The same applied for scents, a strong scent could be overpowering, but the many scents together seemed worse.
He had to think about how to describe regeneration. He wasn't sure he had the right words to describe the feeling since it wasn't something he had grown up with. "Hrrr Things still hurrrt," he said, straining to find the description of the healing process, "It... I get overrr it quickly, hrrr it itches." It was not entirely accurate, but the closes he could get to the feeling of a cut knitting itself together within seconds. He supposed he was feeling the entire healing process that a regular person experiences, but compressed into a shorter amount of time, making it more noticeable.
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 had seen a 'blast' power in action before, so he was familiar with the concept. Besides the explanation was strait forward and easy to visualize. He didn't ask for a demonstration, as the last one had been able to blow through a tree with little difficulty. Not all powers were in door friendly, just as his were not always people friendly.
"Do you have enhanced senses?"
"Hrr, yes, to an annoying degrrree," he said. His senses were way to sensitive, smell and sound easily overwhelmed him in his daily life, even if he was getting better at filtering them. Things that triggered his instincts were especially trying. "Hrrr hearrring and smell. Obviously the furrr and claws, enhanced physical abilities and rrregenerrration." he listed hem off somewhat robotically, how the institute had given it to him up front. It wasn't something he was proud enough about to get into great detail or get excited over. Despte some of the advantages he gained from it, the cons far outweighed 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 see he was dragging to conversation down in flames. His self loathing was obviously making Juliette uncomfortable, though he wasn't sure how to go about changing that. It wasn't easy to be positive when everything seemed to be wrong in his life, and even harder to get himself out of the funk that it caused. Nor did the knowledge of it's effect do much to make him feel any better or in control of his emotional state or thoughts. He felt like he was just having a pity party for himself, probably complaining needlessly. It wasn't as if he were the only mutant on the planet, and he was sure Juliette had her fair share of problems that came with her abilities. So why couldn't he get over it? He didn't know.
"Hrrr maybe," he said, trying not to bring up the cons of having fur, shedding, overheating, wet dog smell... she was trying to cheer him up, and he appreciated that. "So what can hrr you do?" he asked, hoping to get the focus off him by getting into Juliette's powers. He had seen a lot of interesting abilities at the institute, so he couldn't help but be a little curious. She had said she absorbed light, but that was probably just one aspect of her ability.
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 payed close attention as Elliot demonstrated the 'right' way to breath. It seemed a bit strange to think there was a right way to do something so automatic, but he wasn't complaining. He would bend over backwards if it would help keep him in control. He did his best to mimic Elliott's example, trying to breath in and out through the belly. It felt weird with the shape of his mouth and nose, which were quite differently shaped, but the end result was essentially the same. In, out, in out, in out... He repeated over and over, trying to focus on the exercise. He took a few long breaths trying to make the tension in his shoulders dissipate, but really only made himself a little lightheaded. He had a massive build up of stress, it would probably take a lot of breathing before it all went away.
"Hrrr I'lllll keeeeeep aaatt ittt," he said hopefully, "Doooon't taaaake tooo looong to viiiisiit," he added hoping he would see Elliot soon to help him further. He wasn't sure how long he would be able to hold out if things kept going downhill, and Elliot was the first to offer some possible insight into how to control himself.
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 couldn't help but worry in spite of Juliette's reassurances. It was almost his default state, and every little action, big or small set him onto spirals of stress about what his rebellious body may be doing. He couldn't really stop it once his wolf brain took over, only by remaining on guard did he avoid naturally falling into animal instincts without noticing. He didn't know what curveball would be thrown at him next, or what other surprises his body had in store for him.
As Juliette continued, his heart sank a little as he realized that Juliette was in fact a mutant. Not that he didn't appreciate her help and concern, but he thought for a moment that a normal human had accepted him, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed when that wasn't the case. Well, at least someone else outside the institute accepted him, mutant or not. He listened as she talked of her own trials with her powers, and couldn't help but be envious, mostly because her powers didn't affect her appearance. It was usually the case when others talked about their abilities that he couldn't help but wish he had ended up with their abilities instead of his own, even if it were something silly like bringing origami figures to life. Still he understood fear and terror, more because he was afraid of himself than being afraid people owuld find him out. He couldn't hide himself, his mutation there for everyone to see, so he never had to worry about being outed as a mutant. He just needed to watch his back when in public.
"Hrr betterrr then having to deal with fleas." he said, a bit to try and cover up the insecurities he felt with some self targeted humor. He hadn't really had fleas since his transformation, at least not yet, the mansion was mostly animal free, if you didn't count some of the students.
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 shrugged, giving in to Jude's logic, he was right, it was better then trying to handle a living creature. Besides, he at least knew where the cups were. As Jude took off after his quest to find a gerbil, Tyson took off towards the kitchen. He could easily outpace Jude if he tried, but took it a bit slower to avid a repeat situation where he may run into someone. Not only that, if he wasn't careful he had a tendency to snag his claws in the carpets in the hallways. Still it wasn't long before he got to the kitchen and began rummaging through the cupboards for the paperware. He was pretty sure it had to be paper for Claires powers to work, so avoided anything plastic based. There were a few plastic packets of long stacked paper cups inside, so he carefully grabbed that instead of attempting to open and handle an individual cup. That way, even if he did ruin a few there would be some that survived his manhandling.
He headed back to the garden, trying his best to keep his grip without destroying the stack, even so by the time he got back to where he and Jude had met, a good portion of the stack was crushed between his paws, with numerous parts punctured by his claws. At least the upper portion of the stack had avoided becoming crushed wads of paper. He didn't attempt to open it to retrieve a cup, knowing such efforts would more likely ruin the good cups he had. All that was really left was for Jude to construct the basket and hopefully they would have an airborne gerbil.
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 was probably right, he was foolish to put stoke in the media, when he had been human, he had taken things with a grain of salt, but... things were so crazy now, he couldn't distinguish anymore. He thought of her words in how they related to himself. He certainly didn't have it together, and it probably showed a lot on the outside with his fits of animal behaviors and breakdowns. What did that say how he actually was inside. A wretched shadow of what he had once been, a monster unable to control himself, yet delusional enough to think he could learn to be human again. He was pathetic.
"Hrr, yeah... things arrre neverrr what they seem. " he said, thinking about his father, how he had been tricked and his life ended. All he had done since then is brought trouble and misery to the people around him, his world had been turned upside down and all meaning had been lost with his human face. Since then he had been unraveling piece by piece as the stress of his condition worsened. After his identity crumbled over the weight of his new existence, what would be left? A beast? A monster? He couldn't tell, and was afraid to think into it. "hrrr sorrrrry forrr the trrrouble I caused," he said, looking down again as he thought about 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 continued take deep breaths, trying to regain some composure. Slowly his shaking lessoned, and while it didnt stop completely, the nausea started to settle. The taste in his mouth still lingered, though it was now tinged with the bitter taste of stomach acid and vomit. Ironically the taste helped settle his stomach, as long as he could not distinguish the blood taste. What he really needed was a jug of water to wash his mouth out with, to wash away all the flavors altogether. Or something else to eat, something potent enough to drive away the taste. Preferably something non-meat, though he knew that his body generally rejected vegetable matter, he would gladly down a salad or two to drown it out, and wouldn't complain about the runs he would get afterwords.
But he was at least getting past the worst of it, his heartbeat was slowing down, his breathing coming a bit easier, and he didn't feel quite as lightheaded. He began to gain more awareness of where he was, and better think about the situation at hand. God, he was a monster. That was only the best case scenereo, a cannibal, a murderer, a dangerous animal. There were so many lines he had just crossed it was dizzying. He couldn't tell anyone at the institute about this, how could he? They would probably hand him over to the police, they would lock him up in a cage or something. He couldn't let that happen, he just had to hold out for the cure. After that everything would be alright, he just needed to hold on.
"Do you want some food?" Darkshift asked. He was silent for a moment as he processed it, cutting into the thousand and one thoughts racing through his mind, then nodded. He didn't care what they had, he would gladly take anything without complaint. It crossed his mind that he had managed to drag possibly everyone in the mutant sanctuary into his problems. Would what he had done come around to ruin these peoples lives as well? He should probably not stay long, the less time he spent there the less he was likely to disrupt their lives. "Hrrrrr soooorrrrrry," he said, knowing it was pathetic and probably empty sounding coming from his deformed face, "soooorrrry fooooorrrr geeettttiinng hrrrrrr yoooouu innnnvooolveeed," he added with difficulty. He didn't know how many lives he had ruined tonight, and knew that his apologizes would do nothing to fix it, but honestly there was nothing he could think of that he could do to make anything right.
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
From the sudden change in expression and tone, Tyson could tell that he had managed to put his foot in his mouth again. Obviously he had hit a sore spot and now Juliette was more uncomfortable then ever. It didn't look like he could get anything right today. He supposed there was just too much he didn't know about. All he could really see was the news and what little he saw in his few trips outside the mansion. He was ignorant and stupid to have brought it up without knowing more. His ears pressed back reflexively to his mood. "I... hrrr suppose yourrrr rrrright," he said, an apologetic tone in his rough voice, "I'm probably not one to talk hrr since I don't get out much." He was a bit afraid to say anything more, he had messed up too many times already, she was probably ready to take off.
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 didn't sound like the guys from the incident, he hadn't gotten a good look at the injuries he inflicted then, but he had thrown up a chunk of human flesh immediately afterwards, so he knew at least he had done more then just a bite on the hand. And whoever they were had definitely not been mutant fans. "hrrr, no that's ok," he said, trying to think of another topic that would change the way the conversation seemed to be going. "So... hrr what do you think of the rrrrobots on the strrreets?" he asked, thinking it was probably a safe enough topic. So far he hadn't had any issues with the Meta, aside from his own paranoia. The didn't set off his instincts as much since they were machines and lacked an prey/predator scent to make him categorize them. It seemed to be that way with certain mutations as well, when the biology or someone was completely different from human norms, like Elliott and Danica. It made him more comfortable when his nose didn't interfere with his interactions with people. He was getting a little better at tempering his reactions, at least when he could expect it. If something caught him off guard he generally lost control, but as long as something out of the ordinary didn't happen he was usually able to keep himself on a leash.
"Hrrr I've seen a few and they seem okay forrr the most parrrt." he continued, hoping that the topic would spark her interest a bit more. At the very least he wanted to make her feel less intimidated by him and feel more comfortable. If anything the Meta were a thing that was supposed to affect both humans and mutants since they weren't supposed to specifically target either group. Hopefully Julliette and him could find some common ground in something that related to them both.
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 had had a cell phone before everything had happened to him, now it was just another casualty of his transformation. Touch screens broke apart in his hands, and even if he managed not to, his claws ruined the screens within moments. Even older style phone ended up snapped apart of full of holes if he dared tried use them. If he ever had an emergency he would be in big trouble, because he couldn't call anyone for help. The only thing he had going for him there was that he would heal from any major injuries. So setting a date and time to meet at the mansion was probably the best, if not the only option he had.
"Hrrr, aaaannnyyy tiiiimmme woouulllld worrrrrrk forrrrr meee," he said, knowing full well he had absolutely nothing to do but lament over his condition in his spare time. He had to risk himself just to break up the monotony of his empty days. He hoped that these lessons of Elliott's would at least improve his control over himself enough to do something normal without being afraid of destroying something in the process. But he had nothing to lose at this point, it was either try something or commit to being little more then an animal. God he hoped this worked.
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
"Hrr just interresting I guess," said Tyson, deciding not to try and push it, Juliette may not have even heard of the incident, all he would really accomplish would be alienating himself, "Neverrr mind," there wasn't anything he could do to change what he did anyway. It wasn't as if it were his only lapse in control, nor would it likely be the last. He could only hope that he hadn't killed them, but would likely never know.
He felt a bit bad, Juliette seemed nice, but he was already sort of lying to her, even if it were lies of omission. Just another one of the things he was ashamed of, hiding things from everyone, wither it was his mom, or the institute, having not shared any of his incidents with them despite taking him in. He felt dishonest, but still terrified of letting people know. He supposed he was scared of being completely rejected, he had so little of a human life left, and if that were taken away as well, he didn't know what would be left for him.
An awkward silence followed, Tyson sipped some more juice, not sure how to continue the conversation. He felt like he was messing it all up, Juliette was probably used to better company then him. People who were less awkward and intimidating, people without emotional baggage, people more... more human...
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 suddenly occurred to Tyson that Juliette may have actually heard about the people he had mauled before. He had been out and about and been cornered by a few people who took issue with him being a mutant. Turns out it wasn't good to back him into a corner, and last he saw those guys they were unconscious and bleeding after his fight or flight instincts caused him to go feral. He never found out what happened to him, for all he knew they could have died, which had been weighing heavily on him since the incident. But he didn't want to ask strait up, it would likely scare Juliette to know what he had done, and he didn't want someone going to the police when they found out. He wasn't sure how his feral side would react to being locked up in a cage, and whoever was in with him would be in danger if it turned out bad. "Hrrr, any interrresting cases?" he asked, knowing that it was vague enough to avoid any suspicion. Of course it was also so vague as to not even register, since 'interesting' may not necessarily refer to an animal mauling a few weeks ago.
"Well, what are you doing so far inside the city, then?"
"Hrrr trrrying to get a drrrink," he said a matter of factly. He was avoiding the real question he knew, but he wasn't exactly sure what he should answer with. That keeping himself locked up in the institute drove him stir crazy and just made his control worse? That he needed some form of normality to keep his sanity, which was hanging by threads as it was? Neither sounded like it would be very reassuring said out loud, more likely it would drive Juliette away for fear of him, he didn't know if any normal person would be able to accept him as he was, the truth seemed to say that he was little more then an animal, and that he shouldn't be around people at all, but he guessed he was just selfish to want something he couldn't have, and was just a glutton for punishment when the inevitable occurred.
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
