The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Tyson was a little taken aback by Juliette's advice about caps. It was actually the first practical solution he had been given about his claws. Did they make plastic caps to cover claws that big? The only possible problem he could see would be getting them on, but he was sure he could get someone to help him with that. His expression lightened somewhat, as he looked at his claws, "Hrr Wherrrre would I get plastic caps?" he asked, his tone a little bit excited for this small allowance of ease. He was amazed that no one had suggested this to him before. Then again, he himself hadn't known there was such a thing as claw caps.
"Sorrrrry hrrr forrrrr the scarrrrre," he said again as Juliette finished examining his paw, "I'm not so good with my hands anymore." he admitted. It was just one thing in a long line of things he was no longer good at. "Thank you forrrr yourrrrr concerrrn," he said glad that she seemed to care enough to want to aid him. He slid the plate of pie over to her, the least he could do was to offer her something for her troubles. "Pie?" he asked, hoping that it was something she liked. Luckily he hadn't doused it in tea like the rest of 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 felt a tingle of fear run up his spine when Juliette mentioned going to a hospital, the reaction visible as the fur along his back raising from the reaction. After what his father did to him, doctors and hospitals scared the shit out of him. "Nooorrrrr hoosssspitallll!" he growled, the anxiety causing him to slur his speech as his pulse picked up and his breathing became fast and shallow. After a few moments he was able to calm himself down and his breathing returned to normal. "Hrrrrr sorrrrrrry," he said, knowing that that he probably freaked her out with that.
As she examined his would, he saw her expression go quizical as she asked him if he had a healing factor. "hrrr Yes, not the first time I've hrrrr clawed myself." he said. He often ended up cutting himself on his claws, generally when he was stressed out. His claws were too sharp for him to avoid. He had tried clipping them, but they just regrew as fast as he healed, making it a pointless endeavor. He would already be covered in scars if it weren't for his healing factor. He was pretty sure he had probably burned himself with the tea as well, but the pain was already fading away, even his tongue didn't feel numb from the burn anymore. "Sorrrrrry forrrrr the false alarrrrrm," he said, knowing he had probably freaked her out for what amounted for no reason.
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 winced, letting out a bit of a whine as the woman rushed over to him and quickly took his hand. He was aware that everyone in the cafe was looking at him, as the waitress rushed to clean up the broken glass, glancing to make sure he was okay. Why did he have to make a scene every time he went out?
"I'm Juliette and I'm a nurse. Can you tell me your name?"
"Hrrr Tyson," he said, trying to keep the growl out of his voice, which was hard with the stinging pain in his paw, "Hrrrr, I'll be fine," he said, despite the spirt of blood. The pain was starting to lessen as his his nerves started repairing themselves. The process was not instantaneous, but the wound was starting to knit itself back together. Maybe in a minute or w=two it would be completely healed. While it hurt Tyson, he was honestly more embarrassed then anything else for scaring everyone. Any repeat customers would probably remember last time when he had almost jumped on a duck mutant.
"Hrrr sorrrrrry if I scarrrrrred you," he said, knowing that he tended to make people nervous, even among mutants due to his feral tendencies. He was grateful that she was willing to help him regardless of how he looked. He couldn't tell if she were human or mutant, there was a mixed crowd here, but he guessed mutant, as he couldn't imagine a human nurse wanting to get within ten feet of 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 eyed the cup of tea, this was the hard part. He still hadn't mastered his new hands, his coordination had been such that most tasks became a struggle if it required any amount of fine dexterity. He growled a little to himself in annoyance, frustrated with the uncooperative nature of his body. The waitress came by, a smile on her face as she put a piece of pie down in front of him. "Hrrr Thanks," he said, at the very least greatful that his voice had improved since lat time so he could properly thank people.
He gripped the cup between his paws, trying to find that balance between not losing his grip and not crushing it between his paws. He slowly raised the glass, hoping he could manage a few drops. Normally he would use a straw, but the hot liquid would have melted it. He had to learn sooner or later how to do this. He brpught the brim to his lips slowly trying to tip it to get a few drops into his muzzle.
"HRRRRGH," he cried as he poured the hot liquid over himself, overtipping the cup. He jerked as the liquid burned his tongue and skin as it seemed through his fur. The cup slipped in his hand, and he fumbled, reactively trying to catch the cup. the claws on his hand slashed across the palm of his other hand, easily cutting through the pad and causing a spirt of blood. The cup smashed the the ground, and Tyson held his breath as he gritted against the pain, both from the hot tea and the gash in his hand, which bled profusely. He healed fast, but his injuries still hurt in the mean time. he tried his best to cover the wound with his other hand without making it worse.
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 knew coming back to the cafe was a bit of a risk. After last time he was wary about keeping his eye out for 'prey' type mutants that may set him off. He could generally keep his instincts under control if he anticipated the triggers, so he thought maybe he could go back. Honestly it was the closest he could get to normal now, and the owners were very forgiving of his previous outburst. Business seemed to be going good today, a lot of of people were lined up for drinks. It helped that the purple guy in back could teleport any ingredient to himself to fill any order. The woman with the animate cat tattoo was taking orders and handing out the drinks. His own drink was on the table, a chamomile vanilla tea. He was trying to calm his nerves a bit, everything that had happened over the last month a bit much for him. He needed to relax, and he was trying to while he practice breathing. The tea was mild enough not to aggravate his senses, but pungent enough to help block out the other scents around him. He sort of wished Elliot was here for him to talk to, but he didn't see him anywhere. Hit and miss he guessed.
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
Things were never as easy as you initially thought it would be. He had thought it would be easy to last until he got a cure, only to find that there was no cure for him. He had thought he could keep things under control and act like nothing had changed. He was wrong there two. He thought he could keep himself from hurting people. Well... let's just say that nothing was how he thought it should be. "Hrrr I kinda rrrrrrememberrr how to make balloons," he said, trying to remember the folds, "rrrr I think I could walk you thrrrrough it," that is, if he were interested. He really hadn't had anything that was normal for a time, if he could at least talk about it, maybe it would help keep his mind out of the animal side of himself.
Tyson considered dodging the question, he didn't like the fact he was on the verge of having a mental breakdown, let alone put that burden on others. However, he had learned that talking about these things usually lead to him releasing the pressure, as well as usually getting a bit of advice, which sometimes helped. "Hrrr Trrrrying to keep a clearrrr head," he said honestly, "My.... mutation hrrrr, isn't exactly easy to deal with." he didn't get into details, but it was what it boiled down to he guessed, he wasn't able to handle the instincts, the physical changes, or the emotional ones that his new form caused, and it seemed to get progressively worse as time went on as he learned he had less and less control over his actions when his instincts took over.
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's explanation of meditation definitely sounded appealing, if anyone needed his mind and emotions quieted and calmed it was him. Unfortunately he wasn't sure how to do it, his mind always seemed to be running on high octane now a days. He wanted to not think about his life spiraling out of control, but putting that into practice was a lot more difficult. If Elliot knew a way to do it, he was all ears. "Hrrrrrr hooooowwww doooo yoooouu dooooo iiiiit? he asked, hoping that Elliott could tell him about how to do these breathing techniques.
Even though they had only just met, Elliott seemed to be a good guy, a person he could trust. Tyson was usually in a vulnerable state of mind due to his issues, but Elliott seemed interested in helping him, and didn't seem to be asking for anything in return. Tyson felt a bit guilty about putting his problems on Elliot's shoulders, as he probably had plenty of his own to deal with. But honestly, he was reaching a point where he needed any help he could get, and even though he would be an inconvenience, he wanted Elliott's help if he was willing.
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
Looking at the folds, all tyson really could make out was that the thing was made of paper. Well, maybe if you squinted... no, it still looked like a mess. Obviously he must be new to the whole origami thing. He had dabbled in it somewhat when he still had proper hands, though honestly he had only really learned how to make a paper balloon, which was one of the easier tricks. Not that it mattered now. Honestly though, Jude's talk about his family made him paranoid about his own body. Having people who had similar mutations who apparently kept on changing hit too close to his panic buttons. The implication that his mutation may be an ongoing process hadn't really occurred to him, but now that he was aware of it, the prospect freaked him out. He already had issues with his bodies wild behaviors, what if that got stronger, or if he started changing more? His mind raced through all the worse case scenerios, his heart rate picking up with anxiety. Not only that it reminded him about his own family, his mom, who he would likely never see again...
'Change the subject, change the subject, change the subject!' He thought to himself, for the sake of his sanity.
"Hrrrr Maybe starrrrrrt with hr something simpler?' he posed as a question, "Build up to hrrr... more complex things?" He had to avoid the word dog in the sentence, not wanting to dwell on the topic. "rrrr I used to be able hrr to make paperrrrr balloons." he offered, wondering if that were one of the designs in the book.
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 actually knew who Jude was talking about, having met her himself. Admittedly he didn't know the particulars of her powers, having not witnessed them in action himself. He did know it was supposed to be some form of paper figure manipulation, but that was about it. But at least he knew who he was talking about. "Hrr Clairrrrrrre," he said, supposing he should probably know her name, "She's new." He wasn't sure why he was interested in her powers, or why it was inspiring him to try out origami himself, yeah it was interesting, but that didn't seem to warrant it in his mind.
He looked at the over folded paper. To be honest he envied the fact that Jude could even attempt it, which was more then he could do. The only thing he could do with paper was shred it. Great for disposal, not so great if you just wanted to read. He looked at the open page at the complicated folding instructions. Sure it was only pictures, but it was at least something new, and he quickly memorized the details, hungry for any form of none beastial stimulus. "Her what arrrre you rr trrrrying to make?" He asked, hoping somewhat that he could look through the book 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 hoped Jack was right, at least about figuring things out, if all went well, he could get back to normal and have normal fingers again. It would be great when he could actually do things again, play video games, write, read a book. You never really knew how much you would miss those things until you actually couldn't do them anymore.
"Hrrrr suuuuurrrrrrrrrrree, "He said, trying not to make it sound like a snarl, of which he failed miserably. He could probably use a walk to get his mind off of meat at the moment. That and Jack made him feel a little better about his own situation. Perhaps just because she was technically worse off in the looks department, or being in a similar circumstance he didn't know, though he hoped it wasn't just feeling there was someone worse off then himself, which made him feel bad about himself. He wasn't usually the type to be like that, but then strange circumstances could bring out parts of yourself you didn't know about. He just hoped that things would improve soon.
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's thought processes stopped for a moment when Jude mentioned a tail. Oh god, that would be all he needed, extra limbs, he shuddered at the thought. At least the comment broke through the haze for a moment, who knew utter dread could be so sobering. Tyson sat down, still rubbing his eyes a bit. He looked at the guy more clearly now, though honestly he looked ordinary. How he wished he could look that way. He envied everyone in the school whose abilities had no effect on their appearance, or their mind. At least the guy didn't seem mad he had almost been crushed or slashed, either would probably been easy, Tyson knew from the amount of times he had clawed himself by accident. Probably the only reason he wasn't covered in scars was that he healed quickly.
Jude offered his hand, but Tyson just looked at his claws disappointedly. He didn't trust his hands not to accidentally claw Jude's. His hands were clumsy and ill coordinated, he would most likely end up either stabbing of slashing Jude's wrists, such was his luck in getting them to corporate. "Hrrr Tyson," he said simply, at least able to offer his name to Jude even if he couldn't shake hands. He looked down at the pile of papers folded and the book. Looked like he was trying to do origami. Kind of weird to be doing it outside. Says the giant wolfman who apparently looks more like a bear then a wolf. Yeah, he had no place to speak about what was weird anymore.
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 as Elliott listed raw, or almost raw meat dishes. Most of it sounded expensive, or at the very least something he would need to go to a restaurant to get. Aside from this cafe which was both mutant friendly and able to conjure up food, how would he get that? Though he did get the point Elliot was trying to make, there were options for raw meat, the trouble was he couldn't even wait long enough to properly prepare anything before his stupid wold brain took over. Honestly though, out of all the problems he had, eating raw meat was probably the tamest one, at least until it got to the taking out chunks of people, which went into hunting and fighting territory part of his issues.
The suggestion about meditation Tyson took with a grain of salt, honestly if he tried sitting cross legged he would probably just get antsy with his wolf brain wanting constant motion. Not only that, but the thought of inner reflection wasn't something he looked forward too. The reality of his situation gave him nightmares already, and sitting with nothing else to think of but that and his actions sounded more like torture then anything else. "Hrrrrr, toooo muuuuccchhh baaad thiiiings, doooonn'tt hrrrr waaaaaant toooo thiiiinnnk abbbooouut thheeemm," he said, careful not to go into detail about what those bad thing were. His transformation at the had of his father, being kept as some sort of monster gaurd dog, mauling people when he lost control, nightmares of labs and rampent slaughter. It was no wonder he was losing 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
Breathing hard, Tyson tried to compose himself, adrenaline still pumping through his system as he tried to focus. Scents began to flood in again, and he smelt paper and the guys scent, tinged with fear. It was probably just a natural reaction, most of the students were nervous around him at best and he feared it was becoming more and more for good reason. He shook his head trying to clear it of the hazy fog that clouded his thinking. "hrr, wolf, not bearrrrr," he said, growling just naturally entering his speech. It was no where near as bad as it had been, he was at least understandable most of the time, he had trouble with r's, but besides that he was getting better at it. "Rrrrr and I'm not a shifterrrrrrr. He wiped his hand across his face, his claws scratching his skin a bit as he tried to wipe away fatigue. His eyes felt strained, heavy and sore.
He recognized the scent somewhat, not from interaction, just one of the many scents that trailed through the mansion. He could generally tell when someone lived at the institute or not, either from coming across their scent in the mansion, or smelling the mansion on them. That meant he was most likely a mutant, since everyone he had met so far had been. He vaguely wondered what his powers were, but honestly he couldn't focus enough to really ponder it properly. "Sorrrrrrrry forrrrrr almost hitting you," he said, sincerely sorry for almost hurting him. There wasn't much else he could offer in the way of apology, if he had anything he would have offered. Unfortunately he seemed incapable of anything that didn't somehow hurt 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 nodded to Elliott's guesses, he supposed his abilities probably ran the line of wolf abilities. He hadn't really looked into it, mostly because he couldn't read a book or type on a keyboard. Not without destroying it. "Hrrrrr, eeeverrrythiiing smeeeeeellls strrrrrrrroonng, eeeeverrrrrrythiings toooo loooouud." he said, he was trying to acclimate to that, but it would be a while before he would be able to block out everything that assaulted his senses all the time.
"Rrrrrrr keeeeep waaantiiiing thiiiinggs, rrrrrrraw meeeat, huuuuunnnt, fiiiigggghht, deeeefeeeennd terrrrrrritorrrrrrry, doooon't waaant tooo, buuuttt keeeps haappeeeniing," he continued, recalling different failures he had on keeping himself under control. It was like losing his identity to whatever animal was in him now, like bit by bit it was changing his preferences, changing who he was, it was terrifying. It was like his mind wasn't his own anymore. It terrified him to think that he may wake up one day and he could just be gone, and a complete animal would be left in his place. He had nightmares about that, which blended with the guilt he felt for attacking people, to where he saw himself as a mindless monster massacring 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 had not considered support groups as a means of helping him. Honestly he didn't know that there were any. Even with that knowledge now he was afraid of what he may do, so far he had proven untrustworthy around people despite his best intentions. He felt he was a danger to anyone who got near him at this point since he never knew when he would lose it again. What's to say something like today wouldn't happen if surrounded by others who were like him? He had just tried to kill a duckman, he became territorial around canines, he couldn't imagine how he would react to a large group of such people.
Tyson had to think about Elliott's last comment about not being a mutant a second time, at first thinking that that couldn't be right. Elliot was clearly not human in appearance, or in scent. Then he recalled his own experience with his transition. He had thought he wasn't a mutant, but it turned out different. Elliott may be a mutant and just not identify as one, or, by chance, it could be the reverse, and Elliot was not a mutant and had just been changed the way he thought he had been. Though curious to know which, he was in no state to follow through with this line of thought.
When Elliot said he could listen, Tyson thought about it. Too often when he had talked to people they merely offered him advise that in reality would not work for him. He still remembered when Danica had said try getting laid. The only thing that talking really did was just get things off his chest, which he supposed was better then nothing. "Hrrrrrr whhheeeen iiit haaappeeeens,' he tried to explain, "iiiit doooeesn't rrrrrregissteeerrrrrrr hrrrrr, nooooo iiiindiiiicaaatorrrrrs, rrrrr ooonnnly rrrrrreeeaaalllizeee aaafterrrrrr." it was hard to describe, how did you explain something that blended it to your thoughts? It was like trying to explain how you breathe, it just happened, it wasn't something you thought about, it was just instinctive and your body reacted without thought. Yeah he could stop it if he was consciously trying, but like breathing, it just happened if he wasn't actively trying to prevent it. Like with the duckman, he hadn't been prepared and trying to prevent hunting instincts from kicking in, he had been focused on keeping his fight or flight instincts in check. If he didn't know it was coming he couldn't stop it. Or it overpowered him, when he had attacked the men assaulting him, he had been trying to stop himself, but eventually his instincts overpowered his will. Hold your breath and eventually you either breath, or pass out, and start breathing anyway. "hrrrr allllwaaaays trrrryiiiing to beeee hhhrr on guuuarrrrrrd, buuuuut toooooo muuuuuch hrrrrrrrr toooooo maaannyyy trrrrrrriggerrrrrs toooooo keeeeep trrrrrrack of." He didn't know if that would make sense to Elliott, even if he could follow his slurred speech patterns.
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
