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.
Hunter smiled at the girl’s disbelief. Taking in that fact that Hunter was as old as he was can be difficult for people to come to terms with. “I’m not joking Katrina,” he said, “I really am four hundred and thirty seven. I may not look it, but I have been alive for over four centuries.”
Hunter was still insisting that he was four hundred and thirty seven. It would take proof before Katrina would believe a tale that tall. She may be 12, but she wasn't gullible. Maybe if he took out that extra digit...
While she waited for him to tell the truth, she imagined a tumbleweed rolling out from under the piano, past Hunter's chair, and across the room. The tumbleweed was named Clint. After several bounces he disappeared into the opposite wall of the music conservatory.
Hunter watched the tumbleweed roll past and Katrina still not comment. Seemed she would want proof. Proving you were as old as he was was very difficult. Simply recounting what happened several centuries ago would probably be insufficient, as that could have been picked up out of a history book. Back in his apartment was an old portrait of him, but it could also be disregarded as a new painting made to look old.
Going over to one of the book shelves he pulled out a book that rarely saw the light of day. He opened it and took something out before returning the ancient book to its place on the shelf. Returning to Katrina he handed over the photo. It was a picture of him from 1873. The person he was standing with was Queen Victoria.
Katrina took the photograph from Hunter. It was very old looking, with black smudges on the outer edges that made it look like it was from some sort of outdated photography method. It was very well done.
"That's cool," she replied. "My family did one of these Old Time Photographs once at an amusement park. Ours was old west themed. Where ever you did yours was really cool though. They did a good job making it look old and the costumes are really cool, too. Who is the lady?"
She still wasn't convinced about his age, but if he really didn't want to tell her she wasn't going to press him further. Her guess was that he had just added the 400 to his real age of 37, which would make sense as to why he had sent away his daughter. If he was only 17 when she was born and he didn't think he could raise her, it would make sense to put her up for adoption or have a relative take care of her. After all, 17-year-olds were not old enough to raise children. Katrina figured that Geo and Calley were both about that age, and she couldn't imagine either of them raising children.
Hunter smiled at Katrina’s comment. It was still clear that she didn’t believe that he was in fact over four centuries old. “That is Queen Victoria,” he said, “I met her a long time ago, a very nice woman. Not nearly as stiff as the history books make her out to be.”
Giving the girl a knowing wink Hunter sat back in the chair. It was now up to her as to whether she chose to accept his age or not.
The queen, huh? Hunter wasn't getting out of explaining that one.
"How did you meet the queen? Why did you have a picture taken with her? Were you knighted? What did you do so that you got to meet her? Were you like a hero? Tell me about it! I like stories!" Katrina looked at him with the cutest expression she could possibly muster, and blinked three times. That trick always worked on her dad when he was reading to her and she asked for just one more chapter.
If he really had met Queen Victoria, who ever she was, it would be easy for him to tell a story about it. He'd have to be a very good liar to come up with a story on the spot that wouldn't contradict the history books. Katrina could always check the library later to see if he was telling the truth. And she liked stories.
So maybe he had gotten through to her. Katrina wanted to know how Hunter had met Queen Victoria. “By 1870 I was a very wealthy nobleman, still am in fact,” he said with a smile, “As Duke of Transylvania I travelled extensively. At this time the British Empire, which was ruled by Queen Victoria, was the largest Empire in the world.”
“The reasons behind meeting the queen were not entirely pleasant I’m afraid. Over ten years earlier her husband, Prince Albert, had died. The loss affected her terribly and she did not make any public appearances for a while. Due to her position of high power the queen was a prime target for assassination. With this in mind I was approached.”
“I was hired to be the queen’s bodyguard. The Prime Minster of the time, Benjamin Disraeli, was urging her to come back to the public domain. With some reluctance she did, with me as her bodyguard. I carried no weapon, for I have need of none, and accompanied the queen wherever she went.”
“I had never had need to protect the queen until 1882, almost ten years after my original employment. We were in her royal carriage leaving Windsor railway station when a shot rang out. Utilising my superhuman reflexes I snapped my arm out and blocked the bullet that would have otherwise hit the queen in the head.”
“The man was quickly arrested by local police. The queen herself thanked me for my service that day, and insisted that I no longer serve as her bodyguard after the injury she had seen me sustain. In truth the injury was minor, and I completely heal in days, but I was getting the urge to wonder once again, and so left. After that there was never another attempt on the queen’s life and she lived on to see in the twentieth century.”
Katrina listened, wide eyed. It was an interesting story, but it seemed that Mr. Antonytail's story telling abilities were somewhat rusty. He had told everything so matter-of-factly that the averted assassination attempt seemed like it was no big deal. Maybe it wasn't to him with his super oboe-catching-bullet-blocking reflexes, but he could have spiced it up a little more. Also, he left out all the romantic parts. Wasn't there a secret lover of the widowed queen or anything exciting like that? The only solution for this rusty story telling ability was obviously more practice. If he really was as old as he said, he should have a lot more stories about all the things he had done. Hopefully they would have more time to tell stories later.
“You don't have a scar do you? That would be cool, but f you heal really fast maybe you wouldn't get one, or it would be faded by now since it was so long ago. I don't have any scars. Oh, and thank you for telling me the story. You'll have to tell me more sometime, like when I visit you and Iris.” Katrina nodded for emphasis. Stories were like piggy-back-rides,she was planning on not out growing them for as long as possible. They were just too fun. Hopefully Iris hadn't grown out of story time yet, then they could listen together. That reminded her.
“When will I get to meet Iris anyway?” That made her think of another question.
“Also, when I'm not visiting you, what should I do? I mean, is there anything useful I can do? Everyone else is busy helping the resistance except for me.” Something important to do would definitely keep her in better spirits than she had been in all day. It wasn't any fun to sit around while everyone else was preparing for important things, like raiding the camps. That made her think of another thing that was bothering her.
“Also, Can I ask you some questions about the meeting from last night?” She curled her legs under her in a more comfortable position and looked up at Hunter expectantly Hopefully she hadn't lost him with all those questions.
Hunter listened patiently to each question and responded to them in order. “I have no scar from the wound,” he said honestly, “You can check if you like.” He held out his hand to her, clearly showing that there were no scars. “I promise that when you come to visit that I will tell you a story each time.”
“You can meet Iris in the morning. She’s currently resting after a rough couple of days. Nothing serious, but she needs some sleep.” Few people could call a run in with a Stalker nothing serious, but the clear gem has sufficient power to mean she survived the confrontation with a relatively minor wound.
“As for helping out around here I did have something in mind. How would you like to help train the resistance? The way it would work is they are split into teams with no powers allowed. They then have to catch you, sort of like hide and seek. The twist is that you can use your powers.”
“As for any questions you have about the meeting, ask away and I shall do my best to answer them.” Hunter would only skimp on details when they were a security risk. He believed that she had a right to know what was going on, as after the disaster with trying to shield Paragon he thought it best.
Hunter had done a good job of keeping up with her questions; she respected that. Some of her teachers at school would have lost track of all of her questions and answered only one, or become frustrated with her. Hunter hadn't done either, and had answered each of her questions in turn.
Katrina looked forward to hearing his stories, and would remember his promise. She also looked forward to meeting Iris the next morning. In her head she ran through the items of clothing she had found in her room; she would pick out something really nice to wear tomorrow morning.
Hunter's idea for a way to have her help train the resistance sounded like fun. It also sounded like a big responsibility. She sat up a little straighter. “I want to help,” she told him sincerely. “Anything that I can do to help everyone get ready and prepare them so they are less likely to get hurt, I'll do it.” She nodded. “I'll practice as much as possible so I can get ready.” If hide and seek was what he wanted, she'd start with practicing her illusion of invisibility to make herself even harder to find. She also agreed with the decision to put everyone in teams. “It's a good idea to split everyone into teams, because will help everyone learn to work together.”
That brought her back to her questions about the resistance meeting. “So, I will help train everyone to get ready for the mission to set the others free from the camps, but I don't understand how you will get the law changed. You said at the meeting that you would be infiltrating and destroying the organizations that supported the law and that you would go to the courts, but in the end it is up to Congress to change the law, isn't it?”
She looked away, Katrina was unsure about sharing her next statement, but decided to go for it anyway. She trusted Hunter, so she might as well tell him even if she didn't tell anyone else. She continued to look toward the instrument cabinets, so she didn't have to watch his reaction, “Umm. I've learned a lot about the law from my father. He's a senator.” One who voted for the mutant registration act to become a law. “I guess I've picked up a few things from him about how laws are made, because he talks about laws that they are working on getting passed,” like the mutant law he was so excited about, but Katrina had never paid very much attention to before it directly impacted her life. “Going through the courts will take a long time, because the courts will take forever to decide whether the law is fair, then they will tell Congress to change it. So shouldn't we work on asking Congress to change the law right away?” She wanted to tell someone that her father supported the law, but she couldn't. She didn't want to know what Hunter would think of her if he knew what her father had done.
Hunter was glad to see Katrina’s enthusiasm about helping train the resistance. It was a safe, but still helpful role that she could fulfil and there by feel involved with everyone. Then she got to the weightier issue of the conversation.
Hunter knew all about Katrina’s father, including which way he had voted. However, it was clear from her manner and that she neglected to mention his vote that she did not want Hunter to know about it. While deciding whether or not to tell her that he knew he set about answering her questions.
“Very perceptive of you Katrina,” he began, “and you are right, the courts will take a long time. However, the courts are just one angle that I am working from. I am also looking to persuade Congress. But to do so I have to get the Church of Humanity off their backs. Many senators’ votes were influenced by visits from members of the Church.”
Taking a deep breath he said, “Katrina, I know about your father. I know which way he voted, in favour of the registration law. I also know that that was not your decision, and you do not agree with him. I don’t want you to feel guilty because of his choice. It was his, not yours, it has no reflection on you.”
It seemed like Mr. Antonytail had all the bases covered, from courts, to congress, to churches. Katrina tried to remember if anyone from the Church of Humanity had ever visited her house to convince her father. They had so many gatherings at their house that Katrina couldn't remember who all the people were. She wondered if her father was one of the people who was convinced by the church, or whether he was one who hadn't needed convincing to cast his vote in favor of the law.
When Hunter took his deep breath and said her name, she glanced back up at him. He already knew. Would he judge her because of it? Apparently not. He understood that the vote hadn't been hers and didn't want her to feel guilty, but it wasn't just that. She had never tried to convince him otherwise.
“Do you... do you think I could convince him to change his mind for next time, for changing the law back?” If she could do that, she could make up for her earlier indifference, perhaps. “He doesn't know that I'm a mutant. Maybe if he knew he wouldn't have voted that way. Maybe...” Katrina trailed off. She wasn't at all sure what her father's reaction would be to finding out his daughter was a mutant. Maybe she didn't want to know.
“Katrina,” Hunter began when she asked about whether there was more she could have done, “While you are very mature for your age, you are still a child. Stuff like this is too big for you. When you have lived for as long as I have you look back upon your childhood with great fondness.”
Hunter took a moment to reflect back over four hundred years, back to before his powers. Back then, when he knew much less than he did now. Ignorance truly was bliss. “Do me a favour,” he asked her, “don’t try to grow up too fast. Your father will change his mind, in time.” Hunter would see to that.
“Everyone keeps telling me not to grow up too fast.” It was hard to be a child when everyone around her was worried about laws wars, fights, and other such worldly things. It sort of seemed like she was supposed to grow up fast so she could do something to help. Then again, she'd gotten two shoulder rides, two story times, and one slumber party in the past two days. So she was probably doing her job of being a kid just fine.
She was glad that Hunter thought her father would change his mind, and relaxed visibly. She hated to think that people couldn't change, and she was especially worried that her little family would never be whole again. Lies could tear them apart, and had in a way. She didn't want there to be any more lies. If her father could learn to live with the truth, then they could live together without lies and secrets.
Hunter smiled at Katrina. He guessed that he wasn’t the only one who wanted her to enjoy her childhood. “Well it’s getting late and I have things to do,” he said rising from his chair, “I’ll come and collect you in the morning so you can meet Iris, will you be ready by half ten?”
After he and Paragon left he would most likely not see the lab again until the mission was complete. Kaz would be in command in his absence, but he had enough eyes and ears to ensure that Kaz wouldn’t be able to try and double cross him. He doubted the boy would, but he hadn’t lived as long as he had without learning to keep a close eye one everyone, friends and enemies.