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 worked without pause, sweat beading on his forehead as he worked his way through the tangle of strands to seek out the ones that needed cutting. These were thicker than the ones on the limbs and took more concentrated effort to sever, but sever them he did.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity he cut the last one and released his psychic grip on Kitra. The machine deactivated and Hunter collapsed back in the chair, glancing up at the clock. Twenty four minutes. That was more than enough for today, they could deal with the last of it tomorrow.
Kitra felt what was left of the pain fade away as the machine was shut down. Her entire body was covered in sweat. Her breath had been coming in raspy gasps. She looked over at Hunter, he looked better then she did. He was still looking a little worse for the wear. Which also may have explained that she was seeing spots. She blinked, "Um, Hunter I think I'm gonna need some help getting to my room. Please." Kitra twitched slightly and blinked again. She slumped forward and fell, completly blacked out.
Despite his fatigue Hunter was quick to react and caught Kitra before she hit the floor. Easing her back into her chair he slumped back into his. A medical team arrived soon after, and immediately went to him. Waving them away he instructed them to go and take Kitra to her room.
They complied with his wishes and he was left alone to recuperate. Quarter of an hour later Hunter exited the room looking his usual composed self. Making his way to Kitra’s room he checked that she was sleeping peacefully before leaving another note.
Kitra,
While today was hard, the final step is worse. I want you to spend all of tomorrow resting and recovering (that means no training) and after that I’ll see whether you are up to taking the final session. If we rush it all the previous work will be for nothing, so don’t get impatient.
Kitra moaned as she woke up, her head really hurt. Pounding actually, she looked over at her table and noticed that there was a note. And she fell getting out of her bed, well it didn't look like she was getting back up either. So, she crawled over to the table and nabbed the note. She sat up against the table and sighed. Hunter was right, she did need pataince and she needed the rest. But, she also happened to be hungry. As she was still dressed all she needed were shoes. She spotted them over by the door. It seemed to be a long way off, she sighed and crawled her way over to the door. She could use the door frame to pull herself up. Which she did after putting on her shoes.
Ok she was up and moving slowly out the door. After about ten minutes of making interesting weaving patterns through the hallways to the canteen. She was finally there. She made her way over to the food counter and grabbed a few plates of food. She sat it down at a nearby table and nabbed a glass of water and lemonade. Then proceeded to make the food disappear in record time. She felt a little better now. Kitra got up slowly, at least the room wasn't really spinning anymore. She burped and yawned, she was still tired. She brought her dishes over to the counter and dropped off her dishes.
Her bed sounded nice, she went back to her room and changed into some pj's. She grabbed one of her sketchpads and hopped into bed pulling her covers up to her waist. She drew and drew some more. Random things, like backroundish items. She yawned again, soon her pencil fell out of her hand and she slumped backwards, asleep. She woke up the next day about noon. Kitra grabbed a short balck skirt , a pair of biker shorts, and a green shirt tipped with cream ruffs. After showering, she went to the canteen and ate some food then headed over to the room with the machine. The time was about 2 o'clock. She sat down in one of the comfy chairs and waited for Hunter to arrive.
OOC: I lost my first post, this one isn't as good so my apologies.
Hunter had not spent the day idly. He’d been doing every kind of mental and psychic exercise he could think of to get his mind in shape for the up coming challenge of Kitra’s mind. So upon entering the room for what he hoped would be the final time Hunter felt as ready as he could be for what lay ahead.
However, he knew that this was still going to be far from easy. Taking a seat he gave Kitra a reassuring smile. “Home straight now,” he said, “so lets sit our favourite girl in the special chair and finish this.”
Kitra smiled as Syn's copy appeared in the chair of the machine. She locked eyes with Hunter, "Let's finish this then." Kitra figured this would be the hardest part of all. But, she trusted Hunter and as soon as this was over, hopefully they would spar. She looked forward to it, as she had gotten a bit better at fighting. More versitale with her weaponery as well. Even better yet, she didn't have to rely on her abilities either. But better to concentrate on here and now.
Hunter smiled at Kitra and nodded for the machine to be activated. At once he pushed into her mind. Throwing up as strong a psychic shield as he cold muster to help her ward off the unimaginable pain he knew would be coursing through her he set about his task of severing the final connections.
Upon looking at the mass of tendrils he paused. The tangled mess of the torso was nothing compared to this. Several of the pain tendrils were wrapped around others, and all were interwoven. This was a monumental task. But, looking at it wouldn’t make it any better, so he began. It was going to be a long, trying day.
If only that machine allowed someone to pass out. If it did, she would be out like a light. She knew Hunter had put up some sort of shield, but that didn't stop her head from feeling like it would explode. Possibly implode, she wasn't entirely sure. Actually, she wasn't sure at how she was making coherent thoughts. It didn't seem plausible, not at all really. Her mind felt like it was reeling around a room filled with prism colors that dotted the walls.
Kitra couldn't help but let a small giggle/whimper of pain escape her lips. Needles, thats what it was or perhaps little shocks of electricity. How interesting, frighteningly interesting. Her mind wanted to blank out, but it couldn't of course. It was too busy trying to tell her rationally to black out. The pain was too great, it wanted to go into shock. She refused, the battle of the mind and spirit. How quint, very quint indeed.
Hunter was giving it every thing he had mentally to get this done as fast as possible. The strain on his mind was immense, far worse than anything he had experienced, or even imagined. Yet he would not give up. Every endeavour he had pursued in life he had accomplished, he saw no reason to allow this instance to be his first failure.
However, he knew that he might not have the strength to make it. Each tendril seemed tougher than the last, and took longer to cut through. The shield around Kitra’s mind was buckling from the strain, and cracks starting to appear. Still he would not yield, would not be beaten.
Finally, there was only one left, only one tendril to go. He could feel the shield was on the point of collapse. If it went, so would Kitra’s sanity. He knew he had to work fast, but wasn’t sure if he had enough left in him to finish the job before the shield gave way.
Working as fast as he could he set about the last tendril like a man possessed, throwing all he could mentally muster at it. Bit by bit it gave, and weakened until finally it snapped. At last able to rest he released his psychic grip on Kitra as the machine deactivated. He managed to offer her a weak smile before passing out and collapsing back into his chair.
Kitra had been twitching horribly and it felt like a thousand needles were everywhere. There was no end to the pain, she had no idea how long it had been. She knew nothing but the pain, extreme pain. It burned and froze, her mind trying to twist away and scream in horror. It didn't happen though, what seemed like an eternity later, it had stopped. She blinked and blinked again. Hunter, he had, just collapsed in front of her.
Not good, not good at all. Kitra fell out of her chair in an attempt at haste. After a mere 30 seconds, which was an agonizingly long amount of time it seemed, she had gotten to her feet. She ran over to Hunter and quickly checked his pulse, it was weak but there. She sprinted as fast as she could out the door and to the infirmary, which wasn't the far away. She burst through the door, only one doctor was there. "Hunter *gasp* has collapsed. *pant pant* I need your help, sir." Little did she know that it as doc Jimmy, Dr. Ingram to be exact.
Dr Ingram had in fact been in the infirmary to put in place a supply of nanobots to counter the Stalkers anti-mutant nanobots. The sudden arrival of Kitra brought no response from the enigmatic man. Her words however struck a chord.
Hunter had mentioned the psychic work that he was doing with Kitra, another mutant whose power was restricted by mental issues. Surmising that the young woman before him was indeed Kitra he nodded, before grabbing a first aid kit and sweeping past her to the room where his device was located.
A quick check of the man revealed that in the strain his body had consumed the human blood in his veins. Hunter was in fact suffocating, and Kitra’s swift response had most likely saved his life. Ingram had a specific first aid kit with him, one specially made for Hunter. Pulling out a syringe full of fresh human blood Ingram injected into Hunter.
The shot contained extremely concentrated blood, consisting almost entirely of erythrocytes, red blood cells. For a moment nothing happened, before Hunter suddenly took a huge gasp of air and opened his eyes.
She quickly followed the doc back to the room. He injected something into Hunter, it was a few moments before Hunter gasped loudly and opened his eyes. "Hunter are you alright?!" Her voice squeaked, "I was worried, really worried." Kitra had come to think of Hunter as a big brother/father type figure. She didn't want something bad to happen to him on her account.
Sucking in a lungful of air Hunter managed to smile at Kitra. “I’m alright now,” turning to Dr Ingram he said, “thank’s James.” With oxygen once again flowing around his system Hunter got to his feet. He had a pounding headache, but ignored it and turned to Kitra without any sign of discomfort.
“Now, we have one final test to do to make sure that all that the pair of us went through was worth it,” he said with a sly smile, “so if you’ll bring back that lovely lady one last time we can check that this was worth it.”
Her mouth slightly dropped, "Su-sure Hunter, I can do that." She gulped and brought Syn into being and had her standing in front of Hunter. Kitra looked over at Hunter, "Hunter, my apologies on being nosy. But, um, was there blood in that injection??" She gulped, "It kinda looked like it."
“The strain of using my psychic abilities depleted by red blood cell count,” Hunter explained in an off hand manner, “Usually it isn’t at a significant enough level to cause any serious effects, but due to the immense strain of what we were doing my red blood cells dropped to a dangerously low level.”
“Ingram just gave me a dose of my own blood to bring my levels back to normal. Now, for the final test.” In a blur of movement Hunter struck, smashing his left fist into the copy of Syn’s chest. The force behind the blow drove his hand right through the copy and out the other side.