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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Advertising seemed appropriate. They could save up some money for some advertising on the busses or the subway. That would be nice.
Ghost swept the floor with a yellow bristled broom and daydreamed about how to pull in more customers. Cailey swatted at the broom, but tastefully stayed out of the dust pile.
They were staying afloat just barely in the black each month, but that wasn't a comfortable place to be. That meant some months they danced the line. And some months they even might have dipped into the red a bit. Like the first month after Romania when they had double ordered. Blah.
She only got worried about custom when it was in the lull of the day. Around 2-3 o'clock everyone beyond the regulars was at work and the store remained very quiet. They operated on a skeleton crew since so few people were needed to tend an empty store. It was a bit lonely and since Jude was not yet finished with his tutoring, Ghost was a part of that small crew.
That meant that even the owner could get out of sweeping the store.
Hunter had planned to get something for Juka before they met up later. While tutorials with him would help, Hunter wouldn’t be there all the time. So Hunter intended to get the boy a book on chess to read.
Rather than just head into the nearest book store Hunter decided to wander the city for a while until one caught his fancy. Finally one did. Stepping through the revolving doors Hunter had a look around and was satisfied with his choice. Spotting a member of staff sweeping he walked over and asked, “Excuse me. I was wondering if you had any books on chess?”
Customer! Inside she danced. Outside, she grinned. "We have many books on chess." Ghost dragged the broom behind her, the cat attacking it all the way across the store. She led the man
"This area here has all kinds of books on learning chess. Bobby Fischer Teaches Chess. There are also books on tactics and history. We've got a selection."
She glanced over the man while he was preoccupied with the books. Silver eyes and close shorn black hair and much taller than Ghost. Mutant? Probable. "If you need something. Just let me know." Cailey rubbed across the back of Hunter's legs and Ghost went to sweep away that pile of dirt.
Hunter nodded his thanks as he looked along the books about chess. A brief browse and he pulled out one on the basics, one on advanced tactics and one on the history of the game. Before heading over to the counter to pay he crouched and scratched the cat behind its ear.
These three should keep Juka entertained for a while at least. Plus if the boy was as fast a learner as he claimed to be then he might finally have someone worth playing against. The books were also a thank you present for helping Hunter deal with the issue of his immortality. While he wasn’t finished he was on the way to coming to terms with it.
Dirt conquered. Ghost stashed the broom and pan away and then pulled up the center area to wait to ring up mister tall dark and silver eyed. She leaned against the counter and played with her newly recovered ring until he came back with some books. One of each type. He didn't take too long picking them out and he was even nice to the cat. She liked him even though they had hardly exchanged words. He just seemed... calm. And nice. Nice and calm.
"Will this be all for you?" She scanned each book, but the last... it bit her.
"Ow!" The scanner caught the UPC again and Ghost held her finger out to the side while she voided the duplicate entry. "Sorry. Here's your total." She pointed to the screen and scrounged one-handed for a napkin from behind the counter.
“Yes thank you,” Hunter said as she rang up his items. When she cut her finger the smell of blood instantly filled the air for Hunter. It was like Kai yesterday only... more. His mind was sent reeling and suddenly his grip on his powers slipped and everything became much much worse. With full access to his senses the woman’s blood smelled better than anything he’d smelt before. He could hear her heartbeat, see the pulse in her neck and every fibre of his being screamed at him to vault the counter and drain her dry.
Instead Hunter leapt back from the counter and the woman. His leap took him several meters backwards and he kept backing up at inhuman speed until he hit the far wall. “Stay back,” he growled in warning as he frantically tried to reign in his powers. He quickly got a handle on his powers and dropped to his knees gasping for breath. Fortuantly he’d only lost control for a moment, so would be fine eventually. He’d just need half an hour or so to recover.
Wide eyes. One moment he was standing in front of her, the next he was panting across the room.
"I'm not moving." Though she did stick her finger in her mouth before a bit of blood dripped down onto his books. So much for cool, calm and collected. If he moved again she was going incorporeal. He could move fast. She didn't want to get hurt here, but... "I- are you alright? You're not going to do anything crazy, right?"
She took her finger out of her mouth. "What's your gift, sir?" She couldn't help unless she knew what the problem was.
Try as he might Hunter couldn’t slow his breathing. Each breath was a struggle and he doubted he could stand. “The short... version...” he gasped, “is that... I’m a... vampire...” He had to pause as the effort of speaking was too much. “I’ve not... had... blood in... over a... year...” he tried to explain. His vision was narrowing and he felt like he was going to pass out.
Focusing he staved off unconsciousness. “Your cut... the blood... stronger... too much...” he wasn’t making a lot of sense he knew but he didn’t properly understand it himself. She’d bleed no more than Kai had yesterday and he’d resisted that temptation. He’d been close to her than he had been to Kai but that wasn’t enough to explain this. His lungs were on fire and his head spinning he didn’t know if he could stay conscious.
The easy way out of this was standing behind the counter. Even from this distance and with his senses restricted he could smell her blood. When she put her finger in her mouth the smell went, and if she bound the cut she might be able to approach him without him attacking her. Which would be nice as he was pretty sure he needed help.
Blood. Vampires in books ate blood. This man was a vampire. Did she need a scarf? Ghost stood very still like a rabbit near a wolf. She didn't want to get eaten.
"What can I do?"
Ghost bagged the books. That was a start. But he really didn't look too good. She pulled up the barrier and stepped out of the wooden enclosure. She moved very slowly and kept her hands out in front of her. "Can I help?"
Once her finger was out of her mouth Hunter could smell the blood again. Now his body didn’t just want it, it needed it. No, he told himself, I do NOT need blood. No matter what happens I won’t harm this woman. Even if it costs me my life. “I can...” he gasped, “smell... the blood... wrap... cut...”
He really hoped that wrapping the cut would be enough. It was rapidly becoming clear as his vision narrowed again that he needed help. He was suffocating. “Can’t... breath...” he wheezed. It was taking everything he had to stay conscious. He didn’t know what would happen if he passed out now. It’s possible that he’d lose his mental black and kill her on instinct. He would not allow that to happen.
If he couldn't breathe... well, that was something she could help with. But if she should probably follow his advice first. The problem was that there was nothing behind the counter. She had to edge around slowly toward the coffee counter which was a bit closer to him. The coffee clerk poked his head out from the break room, but Ghost waved him back. Maybe not good if she was smelling blood and that was her blooded hand.
The clerks here often burned themselves if they served cups too fast so behind the coffee counter there was a box of band aids. Nice, sterile adhesive strips that did not smell appetizing in the least.
"Wrapped." She held it up to show him and then walked slowly toward him again. Any sudden move and she was ready to flash into a less solid state. "I'm coming over. Please don't eat me."
While he couldn’t see her wave her hand he could suddenly smell the blood even stronger. Shutting his eyes he focused on restraining the urge and fighting his urge to attack her. He didn’t see her putting on the band-aid, but the smell began to subside. It made his suppressing his urges easier.
He couldn’t help but smile a little at her request. He tried to reply, but got as far as “I...” Hunter was on terrible shape. He’d soon pass out. Where he alone he would have just let himself pass out and allow his body to recover. But he wasn’t sure if his mental restraints would fail and he’d attack her while running on instinct. He couldn’t risk passing out.
By the time Ghost got close, he seemed to be in very sad state. "Is it improper to ask your age?" A slight distraction was in order, she presumed. Ghost offered the man her hand with complete confidence that she could react in time to save it if something were to go horribly wrong. Her ghosting was a natural reflex. There were very few things that could affect her insubstantial body, Zephyr notwithstanding.
"I only ask because, well maybe it's presumptuous, but in books vampires are very long lived. My husband is also long lived."
If hoisting was needed, Ghost hoisted. If it was a shoulder he needed, that too she would provide. Anything to help the man she had unwittingly incapacitated with a papercut. "I'm sorry. I haven't properly introduced myself. I'm Maya Csendes, Sebastian's wife."
Hunter would have laughed at the question of his age had he the breath in his lungs to do so. “Four hundred... and thirty... nine...” he managed to gasp. Talking made his head spin, probably best not do it again. He gripped the offered hand tightly without really thinking about it. Although he had a grip on his powers he was still very strong and had grabbed the woman’s hand in a death grip.
Maya, what a lovely name. And she was married to Sebastian, how charming. Hunter hadn’t seen the old man in quite some time. Wasn’t exactly sure how he’d take this were he to walk in now. In his current state there was little he could do is Sebastian wanted revenge, not without endangering other people. Much as he would have loved to talk about Sebastian it was taking everything to just breathe now. Speaking was well and truly beyond him at this point.
She stiffened under Hunter's weight and then her lips moved. Don't worry. Go back inside, please. The words were lost on a trickle of breeze that carried her message. Ghost smiled up to Hunter. "He runs a clinic, if you feel you may need further assistance."
Despite the death grip that was becoming increasingly more painful, Ghost tried to keep a smile on her face. Broken fingers Sebastian could fix. A first impression could never be mended. Her free hand, she put to the front of Hunter's shirt. He sounded so short of breath. Could she not draw some breath into him? Help him somehow? It was worth a shot.
