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.
Kitra blinked as a shudder ran through her body as the machine was turned off. She looked at Hunter, 'He looks tired. This isn't easy on him either.' "Hunter, if you need too, take a break. Please go ahead." She smiled tiredly, "I'm sure that you are helping me with dealing with the pain as well as severing the ten...." Without realizing it her eyes had closed and her voice had trailed off. She had passed out from the strain on her mind.
Hunter was about to tell Kitra not to worry about him, and that he had endured worse than this before, and for less reason. However she managed to cut him off by passing out. That was enough for today then. Kitra had sustained no injuries, and was only suffering from mental fatigue, so no need to go to the infirmary. A good nights rest was all she needed.
Picking her up as if she weighed nothing Hunter carried Kitra to her quarters. Putting her in bed he wrote a note for her and put it on the table. Throwing her one last glance he left the room silently.
Kitra,
First of all, your determination is most impressive. I know of few people who would endure this for any gain. I will understand if you wish to stop, but if you wish to continue meet me at the machine tomorrow, two o clock.
Kitra woke and grimaced, her mouth was really dry. Blinking she sat up and realized she was in her room. 'Hunter probably brought me here. I must have passed out.' She sighed outloud and looked at her watch. And did a doubletake, it was eleven a.m. the next day! Shaking her head in dismay, she got up and grabbed some clothes and proceeded to go shower. She emerged plaiting her long hair into a braid. Kitra was wearing black leggings, a dark green skirt and a long cream colored shirt with poofy sleeves. She yawned and streched, then looked down at her table. She smiled slightly at Hunter's note, nothing would make her stop now. Putting a pair of of slip-on shoes, she made her way to the Canteen.
And emerged at about one thirty. She let out a small burb and turned a light red, uttering s tiny excuse me. Even though there was no one in the halls. Breathing in and out deeply, she made her way to the room with that peculiar machine in it. A tad bit early she knew, but better early then late. Kitra sat in one of the comfy armchairs and waited for Hunter to arrive.
Unlike Kitra Hunter had not been idle in the time between the sessions. Instead he had been flexing his psychic muscles in preparation of what was still to come. Refreshed and recharged with both a good night’s sleep and fresh blood in the morning Hunter made his way to the torture machine.
He arrived to find Kitra already there waiting. It was clear that she wanted this done, so he didn’t even bother to offer her a chance to back down instead he sat down opposite her. “Any time you’re ready,” he said. He quite liked her choice of copy, and could easily imagine the satisfaction he would get from putting the real Syn into the machine.
A copy of Syn appeared in the seat of the machine. Kitra looked at Hunter, "Let's do this, no stopping unless you need to Hunter." Taking a deep breathe, "I will not hold back this team. Right now I'm a laibility." She shook her head, "You nor I can have that." Her eyes were full of determination, "How you want to do this I will," Kitra locked eyes with Hunter," Whenever you want to begin, I'm ready."
While Hunter found Kitra’s desire to finish this impressive, he could endure this longer than her. If she wanted to be an asset to the team she couldn’t afford to get wrecked by this process. So when he saw they were nearing her limit he would stop. For now though he locked eyes and had the machine activated.
At once he went to work, the fresh blood pumping through his veins meant he could delve straight in, as well as offer some protection to Kitra’s mind. He worked continuously and quickly to cut the tendrils in her right arm. Completing his work he released the hold, stopped the machine and checked the clock. Four minutes, not bad.
Kitra flinched slightly as Syn was attacked by the machine. It felt like her entire right arm was burning and freezing at the same time. She did her best to ignore it but before she knew it, the pain was slowing gradually then it stopped, except for a slight numbness until Hunter turned off the machine. She blinked, "That was a lot faster this time Hunter." Kitra knew it would be easier on them both if she stayed in a meditave state, so she kept breathing in and out slowly. She kept her eyes locked with Hunter though and spoke again, "Now for the left correct?"
Hunter nodded and the machine reactivated. Once again he started working immediately. However, despite the blood boost and good night’s rest this second attempt took a lot more effort than the first.
When he finally finished he looked at the clock. Seven minutes. Kitra had gone past what he’d hoped to set as a safe mark of ten minutes in the machine. Now his reserves of mental stamina were getting low enough to mean that any further attempt would take over ten minutes, something he was not willing to let Kitra handle.
Kitra eyed Hunter, "If you can handle this so can I." She could tell that Hunter was hesitating, she didn't want him to hesitate just for her well-being." She shrugged, "I can't pass out while the machine is on right? And it will take me a day or two of sleep to recover is all." Kitra crossed her arms and glared directly into Hunter's eyes, "Please Hunter, we can do this, Both of us."
“We can,” Hunter answered, “but not today. While your body is undamaged, your mind isn’t. Despite the additional protection I offer while I work, the process is still a gruelling one and your mind needs time to recover.”
“Where I to attempt to continue now I could sever the rest of the tendrils, but the odds of you retaining your sanity at the end of it all are slim. We’ve done enough for today. Go and rest, recover your strength and meet me here the same time tomorrow.”
Kitra opened her mouth to protest, but sighed and closed it. She couldn't exactly win a verbal sparring match with her boss. "Yes, sir." The copy of Syn vanished and Kitra got up and walked out the door and over to the canteen. After devouring a couple plates of food she went back to her room and grabbed a couple of her sketchbooks. She went to the training room and started stretching. About ten minutes later one of her trainers came in.
They both took down bo's and bowed to each other. Kitra attacked with a blow to the midsection, he blocked and flicked his bo upwards at her chin. She flicked her bo down and blocked his and then slammed the other end of her bo down at his shoulder, he got his bo up and blocked hers though his smacked his shoulder. This continued for about an hour and half, with them both periodically changing their weapons.
Kitra left ant headed back to her room. She hadn't seen Tris since the training session but she was sure she was alright. She got to her room, grabbed her towels and pjs then went to take a long refreshing bath/shower. Two hours later she emerged rubbing down her hair. She sat in a chair and worked out the knotes and kinks. Finally she finished her braid and yawned, plopped down on her bed and shut off her light and went to sleep. Upon walking up she got dressed and meditated till one-thirty then headed over to the room with the pain machine. She sat down in one of the chairs and waited for Hunter.
Hunter met Kitra again and so the third consecutive day of tendril severing began. However, the other two would seem like a walk in the park compared to this one. The pain that this machine of Dr Ingram’s inflicted upon the limbs was nothing compared it what it did to the torso.
Hunter was not even thinking about having to sever the tendrils to the head. If he was honest with himself he wasn’t even sure if he could do it. However, this was helping him as well as Kitra. Such strain on his psychic abilities was slowly strengthening them. He nodded to Kitra to make her copy so they could begin.
Kitra looked up and nodded to Hunter. Locking eyes with hime, she brought into being an image of Syn and had it sit in the machine. She took a deep breathe then let it out, "Alright Hunter, whenever you're ready." Kitra figured this would be her last or second to last time doing this with Hunter. "Hunter, perhaps we could spar after this is over with?"
“If there’s time,” Hunter answered with a smile. Then the machine activated. And immediately he was at work, seeking out the tendrils that transmitted pain in amongst the tangle of ones required for control. The torso was a tangled mess, and there were more tendrils here than any limb.
Offering Kitra as much of his mental strength as he could spare to preserve her sanity against the sensory onslaught of pain he severed the first tendril and kept going. This would be neither quick nor easy.
Kitra's smile was brief, this time the pain was almost too much to handle. It coursed through her upper body. It felt like being frozen and burned all at once. She was shuddering horribly, it felt like her body might be ripped apart, molecule by molucle. Deep in her mind, she knew that it was Syn's copy that was actually feeling the pain and not her. That small bit of knowledge didn't help much though. A fraction of the pain reduced after what felt like forever to her.
Yet it still continued, electruction may have been a good waord in describing some of the pain she felt. How was it possible to feel like being burned, frozen and electruceted at once? No clue really, except for the fact it was happening. Her mouth had gone completly dry at her raspy breathing, but she gritted her teeth. She refused to stop and let Hunter down. She was twitching and sweating but the pain was being slowly reduced/ Hunter was doing his best, then so would she.