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 gripped the juice bottle with both hands and slid it towards himself, then sipped from the straw. He was starting to get the hang of the whole straw thing, it did help regulate the amount of liquid in his mouth and made it a little easier to keep it from dribbling out of the sides of his muzzle. Wolves just weren't built to drink the way a human did.
Juliette didn't offer and 'gory' details and Tyson made no move to argue that. He already had enough pictures of gore in his mind, inflicted by himself. Even though he guessed she hadn't seen the same level of gore, as she was seeing it after the fact, he was in no hurry to add anymore pictures to his already too big folder of graphic memories. "Hrr do you specialize in anything in parrrticularrr?" he asked. Honestly just saying 'nurse' didn't tell him much about what she worked with, and he did want to get his mind away from his own problems.
"Are you in school at the institute?"
"Hrrr not at the moment," he said, "I have hrrr issues with contrrrol, I'm still worrrking on that beforrre I rrrisk getting into a confined class." He didn't want to put anyone in danger because of his lack of control, there were a lot of unpredictabilities that came with being in a mutant school, for more then just sitting in a cafe, a mixture of teenage hormones and sometime especially unfamiliar scents had a real potential to set him off. Even though the institute was probably the best place to keep him from something like that, he still felt he wasn't ready to take that step.
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
Honestly Tyson hadn't been this entertained in a while. Between bouts of depression and self loathing he hadn't found much humor in anything, but Jude's reactions, well, he just couldn't help but find them funny, which felt good after so much brooding. "Hrrr, heh heh, yourrr probably rrright, girrrls can be deadly," he chuckled, not really being all that serious about it. Some people just couldn't open up to women until they found the right one, or, as in his case, circumstances rendered the point moot. Jude would probably find someone he liked eventually, and stumble over himself along the way, but at least he would eventually get there.
Jude seemed unbelieving of his comment, and he did suppose he was probably just giving some wishful thinking. He supposed maybe he was hoping for something like that just to get the experience. Knock it off his bucket list. There were a lot of things he would never get to experience again, and he didn't know what the future held for him with his brain going traitor on him. Yes, he was just being silly. Then Jude told him to get a cup to fly a gerbil, and Tyson laughed again. "hrrr It get full of holes," he said, holding up his balloon cradled between razor shape claws. Even if he found one, he was more likely to destroy it then be able to get it back in a state that resembled a cup.
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 waited patiently while Juliette went to get the drinks, mulling over his answers and what he had said wrong. He wasn't trying to make her uncomfortable, but it just seemed that he couldn't avoid it. Why couldn't he just be normal? It just seemed the more he tried, the more life smacked him down to remind him that his life was not his own anymore. He felt like it may just be easier to let go and give up. He didn't know what that entailed though, what he would become if he stopped fighting it and just let himself be lost to whatever it was that was in him now. It seemed a looming inevitability anyway, it seemed he was loosing everything that made him human piece by piece, so maybe he was just putting off the fall. It seemed the only option was to submit, else... well put himself out of his misery. It scared him that that seemed a viable option, though honestly it scared him more then the former. He was at least alive, he had that much going for him, and even if he did lose himself to his animal side, if he became nothing more then a beast, at least, maybe he wouldn't be aware enough to hurt anymore...
His line of thought was cut as Juliette came back with the drink, offering it to him with a straw. "Do you want me to open it for you?" Tyson almost sighed but held it in. He knew he would have trouble getting the wrapper off the straw, it seemed pathetic that he couldn't even do that much for himself. "hrrr Yes," he said, letting her take care of what his clumsy paws could not. "Hrrr what's it like being a nurrrse?" he asked, wanting to break away from his spiralling depressive line of thinking. If he could maybe focus on something else, something he didn't know much about, maybe he could turn his mood around a little. Probably not, but he was a glutton for punishment these days.
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 looked like she was uncomfortable, had he given the wrong answer? Probably, he wasn't good at the whole social thing anymore, lack of practice he guessed. Being isolated would do that to you, and he had gone a while without even being able to talk right. He would go and make a mess of things the first time a normal person had shown some concern for him, wouldn't he? First freaking her out and then making her feel uncomfortable for no reason. He felt horrible that he couldn't do anything without messing something up for everyone else. He supposed it was better then previous times he had lost it, he hadn't tried to eat her or anything, that was an improvement, but it was still a far cry from what he wanted. He wouldn't blame her if she suddenly got up and left, after all, he wasn't human anymore, he wasn't even sure he was a person or just an animal trying to pretend to be one.
"Do you want me to order you a cold drink? It might be a little bit easier if you use a straw, until we find you some caps, at least."
Probably a better idea then trying for tea again. He wanted something to calm his nerves, but all that had accomplished was more stress. Cold drinks seemed the way to go then, and he knew he could at least drink from a straw with them, even if he couldn't exactly handle a straw precisely. "Hrr thank you," he said in advanced, "I'll have some crrrranberrrrrry juice, please." something a bit bitter, probably the best he was going to get, and a bit more palatable to his wolf side since it reminded it of blood and got it to settle a bit. Of course he wouldn't state this out loud. He didn't want Juliette to know how his wolf side enjoyed the taste of blood and raw meat, even if it were human in origin.
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
A couple of lessons? Okay, Tyson was definitely willing to sit through a few lessons if it would help him get more control over himself. Though he cared little about theory or history, he figured it would probably help to do everything properly, just to make sure he did it right. He didn't want to skip ahead only to have a less effective technique. If he needed the theory to truly grasp the technique, he wanted it. Of course he didn't know exactly what was needed to pull this off, so he would defer to Elliott's experience there. "Hrrrrr Whaaatevvveeerrrrrr yooouu thhhhiiinnkkkk wiiiilll worrrrrrk beeeessst." he said, trusting that Elliott knew what he was doing and what was needed.
He figured he would probably need a number of lessons to get this done right, so Elliot's suggestion of putting aside some time to go through this seemed the logical option for him. Just like school you needed some repetition and instruction to get anything right. "Hrrr wheeeen wooouuld beee a goooood tiiiime?" he asked, wondering what kind of schedule Elliott kept, "Aaand hrrr wheeerrrrrrrrrree?" He doubted they could do this in the cafe, when he imagined breathing exercises, his mind shifted immediately to some sort of yoga studio or something.
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 Juliette was trying to get at. She seemed to be searching for something in particular, and what it was he had no clue. Honestly, if he could go anywhere in the world, he would go back home. But that wasn't an option, for several reasons. And not just because of the way he looked. He hadn't told his mother about his condition yet, and could not fathom how he was going to break the news to her, let alone convince her he was still her son. He wasn't even sure he was anymore, he had animal instincts that messed with the way he thought, he couldn't say it hadn't changed him into a different person. Besides that,he didn't know what options were even available to him anymore. It was not like he could just get a job or go to school where he wanted. He had been attacked before because of the way he looked, there was no way he could have a normal job or a normal life.
"Hrr I don't know what you'rrrre asking forrr." He said finally, "I don't have much in the hrrr way of a futurrre to have those choices." It was the most honest answer he could give. He couldn't say he had a stepping stone to anything, he would be lucky if he even ever got to use his hands again, having a place to go other than the institute would be like a miracle of biblical proportions, and just about the same kind of odds.
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 caught Juliette glancing at his paw, and felt maybe it felt a little threatening to her. After all the claws on it were sharp and could easily rend flesh, as he knew from experience. He quickly put his hand in his lap to take it out of Juliette's view, hoping it would make her feel less nervous about being this close to him.
She seemed to be thinking about something, her body language seemed to key in with his instincts to where she seemed... distrustful of him? He wasn't sure, it could be just about anything, more likely she just didn't trust him like a rabbit didn't trusts a fox. For all he knew he had that effect on people, and honestly he couldn't fault her on it, he didn't trust himself either, why should others?
"Do you like it at the institute?"
Tyson had to pause and think about it for a bit. He hadn't really thought about if he liked the institute or not. His situation was more like he didn't have much other choice, but that wasn't the same as liking a place. You could still be forced somewhere and like the place, but did he? It had it's pros and cons of course, it was noisy, full of people, and he had little to do since his mutation prevented normal activities, but at the same time, people had been understanding and nice, it did have a lot of space where he could get away from people, and he did have shelter and food.
"Hrr I wouldn't say it's perrrfect," he finally said, "But what place is rrreally? Hrrr I guess I like it morrre then what could have been hrr, they could have just left me to fend forrr myself. But they've put up with me hrr, put up with me destrrroying my rrroom, my wild outburrrsts, I don't rrreally think most places hrr would have the patience forrr something like me." It's as honest about how he felt as he could get. He couldn't say he liked or hated it fully, but the truth was if he had to, the institute would likely be the place to choose.
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
While Tyson heard Cafas, and understood to some extent what he was getting at. It was a lot harder to actually put that into practice. He had been trying hard to keep himself under control, to master his mind and body, but it just didn't seem to be working. And he was just being told to try harder, it seems impossible, try harder. It was easy for others to say these things, it was easy for others to say stop hating yourself. But the fact was Tyson did hate himself, and such feelings would not go away just because he told himself not to. Not that he didn't appreciate the advise. But continuously saying 'you can do it' to himself had thus far had no real effect on his progress. If anything he felt worse every time he failed
" Now what say we keep trying to figure out your new vocal cords?"
At least that seemed to be somewhat progressing, the advise Cafas had given definitely had yielded an immediate result there. "Hrrr O-okay," he said, a bit more confidence in his voice as he tightened his throat and focused on keeping that feeling. Being able to talk again would at least relieve him of some of the isolation he felt, since holding a conversation, at least an intelligible one, had been difficult. "W-what would be a hrr good exerrrrcize?" he asked still having trouble with his R's. He felt that saying his abc's may not be as effective now that he had the secret to getting his voice to work 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
Tyson chuckled at Jude's hesitations, ahhhh girls, the source of eternal angst, confusion, and entertainment. "Hrr I could prrrobably put in a good worrrd forrr you if you like," he offered, still in a teasing manner, "hrrr if a mutt like me can talk to a girrrl, Surrrely you have some hope." He had to admit it was easier for him since he really had no expectations. He really didn't have to worry about embarrassing himself when your whole body was a major turn off.
Tyson watched as Jude finally made some progress animating the balloon. Of course it wasn't a major change in the structure of it, it was supposed to be a ballon after all, but it was defiantly floating in the air. Looking at it, he couldn't help but wonder... "Hrrr hey, you think if we rrr attach a paperrr cup and some paperrr tetherrrs, we could hrrr make a hot aired balloon?" He didn't know if there were any limitations to Claire's power to animate origami, but the idea was interesting. Who hadn't thought about going up in a hot air balloon at some point in their lives? And chances were Tyson would never be able too, at least not under any normal circumstances. It would definitely be cool, and maybe things wouldn't seem so bad from up there. It was just a thought, maybe he was just being silly.
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 Juliette mulling it over the idea that a school for mutants existed. Come to think of it he probably felt the same way when he heard of it. Of course in his case he was recovering from being experimented on and coming to terms with the initial post traumatic stress of having being turned into a monster. He hadn't really been in a state of mind to really consider how he felt upon hearing about the institute initially. He had just wanted a cure, and was willing to believe anything at that point to get it. Of course that hadn't panned out, and that hope had died a while ago.
"and they just take anyone with powers? Or is it just students?"
"Hrr I'm not a student yet rrr," he said, unsure about how the official process went, "Frrrom what I can tell hrr they arrre therrrre to help people, student orrrr not." At least that was his experience, the institute had taken him in and took care of him while he was adjusting. They didn't have to do that, they could have just kicked him out to fend for himself, and given the amount of damage he had caused, they had been very patient with him.
"they don't... Experiment on people or anything, do they?"
"Hrrr, trrrust me, if they did I would be no wherrre nearrr therrre," he said, with an amazing amount of sobriety in his voice. Tyson couldn't even stand regular doctors due to what his father did to him, if the institute had tried to run experiments on him, he would have left, and probably caused a lot of damage doing so out of sheer terror and panic. He couldn't smell anything akin to what he had when he was captive, and he was learning that he could trust his nose if nothing else.
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 listened for Jude's explanation and chuckled again. Talking to girls was hard, he had forgotten that. He hadn't had any trouble since he changed, when you were a hulking wolf man, the ice tends to get broken very quickly, but it felt good to be able to talk about something normal for a change. He doubted he ever needed to worry about impressing a girl, as he was a relationship would be impossible, but it was sort of a guy thing to be able to talk and joke about it. "Hrrr Easierrr then learrrning an entirrrely new skill," he teased as Jude made his way through his instructions.
In the end, Jude produced two... well, sorry looking balloons. It looked like he'd folded the proportions a bit off so it was tight in one place and loose in another, which deformed it slightly, but they were balloons none the less. As jude passed him one, he tried to steady his hands, trying not to put any pressure on it at all. He knew he would likely either crush it, or puncture it with his claws if he did anything other then hold completely still. "Hrrrr so now what?" he asked, not knowing exactly how Claire made her powers work. He didn't have any abilities that required active concentration to perform, so had no experience in that arena. The look on Jude's face said he was concentrating, so he watched and waited to see if anything would happen to the orb of paper in his hand.
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 my claws grrrow back," explained Tyson, "Hrr I heal fast, guess my body trrreats it like an injurrry." He had tried clipping his claws, but they grew back within minutes, like his body was telling him that he had no choice but to be furred death machine. "Hrrr not that it would help rrr my hands don't worrrk well anymorrre anyway." Whatever his mutation had decided to due to him apparently had little to do with anything normal.
When Jude said he was a power copier, two and two clicked together for Tyson, "hrrr you copied Clairrres powerrrs?" he asked, "rrr is that why yourrrr trrrying out orrragami?" he couldn't help but let out a bit of a gruff barking laugh, it was just funny that Jude was doing this just to get a look at Claire's ability. He was surprised he could even laugh anymore. It felt good, he hadn't had one in a long time. It helped ease his mind a little. "Hrrr sorrrrrry," he said as it died down, "rrrr it's just kind of funny."
"hrr Okay," he said as he strained his memory for the sequence of folds, "Starrrt with a squarrre sheet and fold it in half..." he said, and went through the basic instructions about how to fold the paper. They were fairly simple compared to the other designs in his book, coming down to folding the paper into a series of locking folds that would cause the paper to keep it's shape once you blew air into one end and keep the paper from unfolding, but the folds were strait forward and fairly uniform, not requiring anything complex or confusing. It didn't require an minute folds that made other designs so difficult.
I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going through your head when you don't even understand it yourself. Wolf
"Hrr no, neverrrr been to Georrrrgia," said Tyson, "Neverrr seen cherrrrrry blossoms rrr except in anime." He supposed those would be Japanese cherry blossoms if anything, he didn't know if there was any particular difference, but he thought it may be nice to see them. If they looked anything like it was depicted in anime, they probably were cool. He had never had an accent to worry about before, but now he had one of his own he guessed, more due to the shape of his mouth and muzzle. It only got bad if he was really stressed out, so he could sort of understand that.
When she asked about the institute, he was a little surprised. He had thought that the institute was common knowledge, at least most the people he met seemed to know about it. Maybe it only traveled around mutant circles, so he supposed maybe Juliette wasn't a mutant. That made him felt a bit better at least, if she wasn't a mutant then someone normal was making an effort to make sure he was alright.
"Hrrrr, the institute... it's a school forrrr people with... abilities. Rrrr The Xavierrrr Institute. I was hr sent therrre afterrr... afterrr... I changed..." He tried not to think much more into the past before that. His transition into the world of mutants hadn't been a pleasant one. His father had experimented on him to activate his x-gene, thus his fear of doctors and hospitals. He wished he had never gone looking for that man, had he known he would have never wanted to know him. "Hrrr frrrom what I've seen it's basically a hrrr college with extrrra classes forrr contrrroling abilities." he continued, saying what he knew. He wasn't taking any classes yet, he was still adjusting to his form, and trying to get a hold on his instincts. He was wrestling with the idea though.
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 at Juliette, a bit curious at what she was getting at. After all, it had been a while since anyone had attempted a normal conversation with him. Mostly it was always about his problems and issues, no one had asked much about him as an individual. "rrr Pennsylvania was wherrre I lived beforrre all this," he said, "I'm staying at the institute forrrr now hrr, I'm not sure how long." He missed his home, he missed the woods and trees and trails. He missed his mom, but he couldn't go back there anymore, not like this.
"Hrr The trrrrees therrrre arrre beautiful in the Fall," he continued, trying not to think about his Mom, "They turrrrn all rrrred and yellow hrr, and for a while, it's this mixturrrre against the hrrr leaves that havn't turrrned yet. Used to look forward to walks with..." he cut himself off. feeling a small squeeze in his chest. He couldn't cry. If he could he would have probably watered up, but his eyes weren't designed for it anymore. At least that kept him from letting on how much it hurt to think of home and the life he had lost. "hrr but what about you? Wherrre are you frrrom?" he said, changing the focus back to Juliette to avoid getting back into the things wrong 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
Finding a place that made custom made caps would probably be difficult, but if he asked, perhaps the school could accommodate maybe. It wasn't like he was able to look it up on a computer himself, and it would probably save the school on repairs. Maybe he could even get some new bedding for his room, as his had been shredded for some time. He had not let them replace it since, but if this cap idea played out, maybe it would fix that. That would be a nice little ray of sunshine on an otherwise hopeless situation. It was kind of sad that his situation was so bad that plastic caps felt like a miracle.
"Hrrr Easierrrr said then done," he said, a little pessimistically. He had only recently improved his ability to speak enough to hold a conversation. He didn't know how long it would take to relearn using his hands. It wouldn't likely be anytime soon, and he was already being driven stir crazy with a lack of things to do, he couldn't read or write, play video games, and he had managed to freak everyone at the school out with his lack of control, so he was on his own. It would be a long time before he got any semblance of normal again, and he was already having break downs.
At least Juliette liked the pie. If nothing else he got one thing right. He wished everything were that simple.
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
