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.
Rico would have been lying if he said eating the bagels off the ground never crossed his mind. But no matter how hungry he was the mutant figured that would not exactly be appropriate. He listened to the woman as she snapped at him. He thought the comment was just a joke at first and responded as such with a small chuckle. "I'm not that hungry. Though I could go for some chicken legs." There was always a degree of awkwardness when you meet new people. Rico found jokes a good way to break the ice. He did not want this woman to feel any fear around him. Especially after the kindness that was shown.
It came as a bit of surprise for him when she took him by the arm. "What?" he asked with a chuckle at her statement. For some reason an image of pink and green pointy haired people came to his his mind resembling a toy. The next thing he said after being led by the woman was. "Wow, you have a really strong grip....." Stronger then what he anticipated it to be. "Well I guess I will come with you. Though I generally prefer not to keep the company of women who look like they can kick my ass." He was finally starting to feel comfortable around her. His humor coming more naturally and not seeming forced.
Before Rico just thought the woman was joking with him about the whole leg eating thing. But after she stopped and turned to speak to him Rico's relaxed demeanor faded away back to the shy shady type. "I will try ma'am" He kept his head low and looking at the ground for the rest of the walk that was in the rain. While he personally enjoyed being in the rain and found the sound of it hitting his coat relaxing and peaceful. He doubted his new companion shared that sentiment. He was quick to point out a bus stop with a bench for sitting and more importantly, glass around it to protect from the elements.
"The wings of fate have been kind to us." He said lowly. "I would introduce myself but somehow I think you already know who I am." Everything about what she said before screamed psychic. How else would she know? "Its nice to meet another like myself that does not treat me like a sub mutant." Sub Mutant. A word to indicate one as not being mutant, but lesser. And it was something said to his face on more then one occasion. "So can I have my arm back?" He asked her and smiled. His eyes still green and reptilian looking. Though now in the light they could be said to be strangely beautiful.
Rico was not ignorant to the social awkwardness that was going on. In truth it created a deep feeling of shame. But it was what it was and there was no going back. He watched intently with a fixed stare from the shadows. Not so much at the woman, but the treasures that she had. He heard the bag handles giving before it even happened. The recent small changes in his body having amplified his predatory sense.
But still he stared and remained unmoved. Rico zoned out as he sensed the food and did not even hear the woman say "Catch." But he did not really need the instructions. God given animal instinct would be his guide. He caught the first bagel in both hands and started to devour it in a ravenous hunger not even stopping or looking as he freed another hand to catch the other in flight to eat as well seemingly without even chewing.
It would have probably been impressive had the situation been different. Rico did not appear to listen to the kind strangers words as she left. Or perhaps he was just incapable of listening at this point as he was so focused on eating. His attention diverted back though as the bags bottom gave way scattering there treasures onto the ground. Rico stood back up and for a moment just watched before finally stepping into the light. "No good deed goes unpunished." he said in his deep inhuman voice. "I am sorry to have been such trouble." He really meant it. Hard though it probably was to detect human sorrow in his current voice.
Being in the light now his features could be seen. He appeared human enough and wore a tattered green raincoat that had seen better days. But the most striking feature that stood out was his eyes. Not human but reptilian in nature. So alien and different. But sad somehow.
OCC: Terribly sorry for delay. Was pretty sick this past weak
ICC
What does it mean to be human? A question that has plagued the minds of thinkers and philosophers across the oceans of time. A thought that plagued poor Rico as well. But unlike those great minds it plagued him because those deep thoughts helped maintain control. For Rico, mutant or no. To be human was to maintain the light behind his eyes. As he went down the rain swept sidewalk of the city a flash occurred in his vision followed by terrible pain in his eyes.
Shutting them tightly he came to a stop and rested his shoulder against the wall of a building. Upon opening his eyes he could see red veiny lines appear briefly and slowly fade away. The shadows of the night in this city that never sleeps seemed to vanish with them. Rico stopped leaning against the building and looked into the window of the store to look at his reflection. His eyes had mutated and looked reptilian. It was a warning, a sign of the things to come if he did not satisfy the hunger.
'Sunsets, laughing children, random acts of kindness, beer.' His thoughts focused as difficult as it was on happy things. A wave of pain swept over Rico's chest as he came around the corner of the block. Hugging himself and holding the sides of his ribs he came to bump into something and came off balance to drop to a knee. He groaned softly as his ribs broke and changed of there own accord. A nasty sound that could be heard by any nearby. And mercifully happening out of sight under the raincoat.
"I'm sorry" was all Rico would really say to he woman in a deep voice that no human mouth could produce. Holding onto the hood of his raincoat the man stood up to shadows his eyes out of sight. Taking a few steps the loud sound of more cracking bones. Stopping completely he sniffed and let a low none human growl escape from his shadowed form illuminated just barely by a street light.
"Something smells nisssssse." The Rico said to the woman. The last word ending in a long hiss. "I am feeling weak. May I have one please?" Rico tried his best to be polite. But there were other things on his mind. His thoughts were on how he did not want to hurt anyone and if he did not eat soon. Unspeakable horrors would befall some poor soul this night. The last of a lingering thought focused on how Rico believed he was a freak and monster.
Since coming to this country in search of the rumored school Rico found that New York was a living breathing thing. A city full of life with a will and heartbeat of its own. As for the life he was carving out for himself. He found comfort in its routines. Waking up, working, and sleeping only to repeat it the next day. Not a exciting existence. But that was what Rico liked about it. It gave him peace of mind for the most part.
All accept the hunger. Always the hunger. The need to feed. It was in these times that the inner monster wanted to come out. Rico walked slowly on the pedestrian crosswalk of the Brooklyn Bridge. The rain heavy on the hood of his raincoat, the relaxing noise drowning out the sounds of the passing vehicles on the famous bridge. He came to a stop to look out over the East River. All Rico could see through the heavy rain was the lights of a ship.
He could not help but sympathize. Rico also felt adrift at the moment. He had been trying all day to contact the mutant school by phone but only got a machine time and time again. His first message was polite and to the point. Rico wanted help, or at least a reference to somewhere he could get help. But the last message he had sent an hour ago had a more desperate air about it. He did not know if he could control himself and feared for others.
The rumbling of his stomach forced Rico to continue walking. He needed food. Preferably the kind that did not have a still beating heart.
Character's full name: Rico McField Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Níðhǫggr Gender: Male Age: 21 Date of Birth: 4/2/95 Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Caribbean Nationality: American by birth Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Mix/Mutt
Appearance
Hair color and style: Short brown hair on his head. A well kept beard on his face Skin Tone: Tan on his face and arms. Pale everywhere else Eye Color: Brown Height: 5'8 Build: Barrel chested. Thick strong legs. Small beer belly Visible mutation: (if applicable) Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: (if applicable) Other features: (if applicable)
Personality: Rico is a humble man. Friendly and down to earth. While he was not a social butterfly in youth he is one now. After a hard days work is the kind of person to invite co workers to have a cold beer at a local hole in the wall. Hard work and honest pay is very much a strong belief in his morals. He does not much like thieves and other people of the shadowy nature and is very vocal about it. To him, law and order is the foundation for a functioning society. Without it there exists only chaos.
Rico is not one to just stand and watch bad things happen. A habit that strangely enough does not bring trouble as he never sticks around to claim praise for his deeds. While he may appear an average hard working Joe Rico does have one quirk that makes him stand out. Food. He eats almost constantly. You will almost never see him without food of some sort in his hand. Hobbies/ Interests: Country music, plants, food Job or part time job and description: Works were ever he can get work Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Fears losing control of his mutation and hurting innocents Special talents: Can play a harmonica pretty good. Eating contests
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: Good. He does not go looking for trouble or fights. But does not turn a blind eye to those in need should he witness it happening.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Rico is a healer and a shifter. Without the first he would not survive the other. His body literally tears itself apart from the inside out when he shifts. What he shifts into dwells in the realm of myth and legends. A giant reptile black in color around the size of a draft horse. A creature resembling a Wyvern from old heraldry. Wings, Tail, and all. While a dragon may first come to mind make no mistake. He cannot breath fire.
Strengths: Saying his bite is wicked would be a understatement. His bite makes some of the worlds known living apex predators look weak. With teeth resembling a fossil t- Rex in shape its easy to understand why. His wings are roughly fifteen feet when fully extended with a single small talon on each joint of the wing. While they are his main means of transport in Wyvern form Rico is quite adept at running on his strong legs at modest speeds of 40 to 45 miles an hour provided he is given enough time to pick up speed. When he does pick up this speed crushing cars he runs across or smashing them aside with his shoulders comes easily enough. Able to pick up a human sized things with anything he can get his clawed feet around. Or in the unlikely case, carry on his back.
His hide like his animal nature is black and foreboding, strong mostly around the chest area, head, and legs. Small caliber bullets bounce off easily but anything carrying more force can breach the natural armor with little trouble. When dragons come to mind one thinks of a creature the size of a house. But in this case Rico is about the size of a draft horse. But as time passes he can grow bigger along with the small curved horns on his head.
Rico's healing while in his human form is not much different then the Wyvern one. Small scratches heal within seconds. More serious injuries such as lacerations, punctures, broken bones, arterial bleeding, and internal hemorrhaging would heal between 50 seconds to minutes depending on the severity. Severed limbs due to the complexity of it would take days to regenerate.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
The healing aspect of Rico's mutation does not come without cost. His body requires lots of energy. He has to eat almost constantly. Failure to eat enough makes him weak. Further lack of food would cause him to go into a coma and eventual death. Rico has not learned how to control himself when he shifts into a Wyvern. You will see that he has lost the light behind his eyes. Everything that made him human. He has become a creature guided by pure instinct. But at times the light returns. Even if briefly. Having not been trained how to control this power Rico will also shift against his will during times of extreme stress or when his life is perceived to be in mortal danger and the self preservation instinct kicks into overdrive. How long Rico can remain in this form changes from time to time. Sometimes hours, other times longer.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: Aside from healing. He is like a normal human when not shifted Fighting Style: Untrained brawler Fighting Style Pros/Cons: (if applicable)
History Of Your Character
Rico was born in Louisville Kentucky to his 16 year old mother in a trailer park. With her so young he was put up for adoption even though it broke her heart. He was adopted by a couple who could not produce children of there own and taken outside America to live on a island chain in the Caribbean. The people of the island were humble, friendly, and hard working. Rico grew up as one of them. Free from the troubles that consumed the world. For these islands were so small they escaped he hungry eyes of bigger nations. Or they thought the islands were just not worth the trouble.
In any case Rico grew up and had a pretty normal childhood until he turned 16. It happened in the night as he slept. He awoke as naked as the day he was born in a pasture. The eaten remains of a cow not but a stone throw away. It was a secret he would not be able to keep from his parents as there was a hole ripped into the side of his family's home. There was confusion and there was obvious fear. But he was still there child. Blood or not. The family was able to keep the secret as by sheer stroke of luck a earthquake occurred on the ocean floor and homes were damaged all over the islands. Contractors hired to fix the home did not even ask questions. The damage was perceived as done by nature.
Rico learned to live with the hunger that he had, and of the monster within. He controlled it by just pretending it was not there. And in truth it worked very well. He graduated high school like a normal person. Got work on a horse farm. Life was good. But life can be cruel and often is. A strange sickness struck the islands. And it claimed his mother and father along with many others. He tried to keep the pain and suffering inside. But it just exploded and in that night Rico shifted and as the story goes. Devoured those he loved most.
He was American by birth and a citizen. So up out of nowhere he packed a duffle bag and hopped onto a plane to leave the only home he new for a ancestral home he had never been.
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: Random chance Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: No Sample RP:
The first thing Rico had come to understand since arriving in America was just how alien it was. They did not greet others in friendly "good mornings". And that they were always in a rush and did not talk to strangers. That in itself was a strange notion to Rico. How could anyone make friends if they did not talk to strangers? The food servings in America were also a lot bigger then back home on the islands. This he did not complain about though. For Rico was always hungry.
Mutants seemed to be the thing on everyone's lips. Rico found he could not go anywhere without some talk of it. He had met some of his fellow mutants the first night he arrived when exploring. But that was not a happy thought for him. They mistook him for a human. A easy target. And as it always went in such situations. Rico shifted and devoured the mutants leaving nothing but the bits and pieces he did not like. That was the next hot topic in the city as well.
Rico stood at the display window of a electronics store watching the news anchor on a TV. "They say those two boys that died last night were mutants" Hearing the voice Rico turned to look at a road worker still wearing his reflective vest. "They were not the good kind either" the bearded man added. "Had lots of warrants. Good riddance I say. If there is another mutant running out there eating there kind I'm all for it."
Rico was not exactly sure how to respond. But he had needs and that took priority. "Yeah, I hear you" He said low. "I'm looking for work. Your crew hiring?" The man sized up Rico by looking him up and down before responding. "I don't know. Ever do roadwork before?" Though not feeling his normal happy self today with the dead mutants on his mind he forced a smile. "Yes sir. I'm eager and ready to get my hands dirty again. When can I start" The road worker patted his vest for a minute kicking up dust with each pat. Finally he produced a crumbled card. "First thing tomorrow. This is the supervisor. You show up at this address and ask for him."
Rico took the card and thanked the man. Turning back to the TV on display he listened as the police chief told the citizens not to worry about the strange deaths. That they had a special team skilled in dealing with these things. It was something that gave Rico a real bad feeling.
