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.
Hunter heard the door open but decided to finish he set of moves before he turned to see who it was. The voice that asked for him was from a young woman and sounded a little nervous. Finishing up Hunter turned to her and waved her over to him. Her smile matched the uncertainty in her voice. For a moment he saw something that didn’t match the rest, a flash of something in her facial expression or body language that didn’t match her nervousness. And then it was gone.
In the past that little flicker would have immediately put Hunter on guard. While that had served him well in the past he wasn’t looking at people in terms of their threat level and ease of manipulation anymore. Now he was looking at them as people, just people.
“Please,” he said still smiling, “call me Hunter. So what part of the flyer drew you in? Are you looking to learn some meditation techniques, or perhaps some martial arts training?” He found himself trying to read her subconscious signals to discern more about her. Although he could no longer read minds Hunter was still a master of reading the subtle clues in a person that would give things away. He forced himself to stop. There was no reason to read this woman.
"Meditation techniques," Lenna replied, faking a bolstering of resolve. "I've always been interested in that sort of thing. Yoga, pilates. I've tried them. This sounded new, so I was interested. I want to find my center." She noted sincerely.
All this new-age exercise/relaxation had its own mindset, its own philosophy. If nothing else, she could learn a few new calming tricks. Her temper always had been quick to flare.
As far as martial arts training went, she had it covered. The secretaries at Mondragon were skilled at sending her straight to the floor. She was slowly learning to avoid such a fate.
Yes, meditation would be fine. Learning the current philosophies of one Hunter Antonescu would be even finer.
“Well I can show you a few techniques now and you can join of the regular classes,” Hunter said as he guided her out of the training room and into the meditation room, “The meditation classes will be every Tuesday and Thursday from seven in the evening. They’ll run for about two hours depending on what we are doing.”
Now in the meditation room Hunter sat cross-legged in the centre of the room with his hands resting palm up on his knees. He motioned for her to do the same. “Now,” Hunter said, “I want you to think of a question to which you want answers. Hold that question in your mind. Imagine that it is written on a large blackboard. Now as you focus on the question on the blackboard I want you to let everything else fall away until there is only the blackboard. Place the blackboard in a large, empty white room. Now slowly fill the room with everything you know about your question, one at a time. Once you’ve finished placing things in the room step back and look at everything. Now you can see everything related to your question and only that. There is nothing else there to obscure anything. Take a walk around the room, inspect various things in it and the answer to your question should become a little clearer.”
Lenna followed and listened. It sounded like the average deal. She nodded at the important things, with the occasional 'mhmm' of understanding. She smiled. "7. Got it." Tuesday and Thursday. Okay.
They reached the meditation room. He sat. She sat, adopting the same stance, palms up, eyes closed. Stalled her mental critic, focused on his instructions.
And then, blackboards.
>> “I want you to think of a question to which you want answers."
And orders. The toughest part of meditation. Taking it seriously. She cleared her mind as best she could, and focused on the question: Why am I here?
That was the first question. It instantly got answered. She wanted answers. She wanted to know who this Hunter was here, and now, in contrast to the man he'd been in the past.
Why?
For Slate. Because he'd enjoy the information. Because she valued his pay, and because he'd ordered it. Because it was more interesting than sitting around with all her wealth. Because it was something to do...
She wanted answers. She wanted action. She wanted instant results. She didn't want to wait.
She was impatient. Impatience... That wasn't a good trait in a spy. She wrote it on the blackboard, 'Why am I impatient?', then instantly struck the thought through with a solid black line, and rewrote 'Why am I here?'
Ah, but she'd already answered that. He was already several lines of thought past that, on another plane.
Why was she getting so worked up about this? Lenna took a deep meditative breath, on that thought.
She imagined Slate's face on the blackboard, pleased with himself for his magical ride. She imagined what he'd put her through, all the tough choices she'd had to make. He'd turned her on her own boss, though she would have turned either way. And according to the short history Noin Mortman had given her, he'd turned on Mr. Antonescu in much the same way. They'd both seen an opportunity. They'd both taken it. In both scenarios, loyalty commands were involved.
She'd pressed Noin on that issue. The answer had been important. How had Slate maintained control of the organization so easily in Hunter's absence. Noin hadn't been evasive. She'd made it quite clear. They'd been given the choice to be loyal, or walk away. Lenna hadn't been given much choice.
He'd controlled her, and stolen her loyalties.
Yet, she willingly followed him, even after that.
Why?
This question, too, was written down in her mind. Why was she still loyal to him after all the things he'd done?
She meditated on it. Why, indeed.
Because he saved me... Lenna realized. But that was easy, and out of order. She'd saved him first... only after nearly getting him killed, but whatever. Because he gave me a choice. And the answer had been obvious after her soul-searching in Paris. She needed the work.
More than the work, she had needed direction. Working for him had been one option, a step in getting that direction. Maybe a bit of excitement, too. Action. And maybe she could change the world...
She remembered that conversation with the boy who could control gravity. He'd wanted to help everyone. She'd told him he could help the world. Remembered her conversation with The Ranger, remembered recruiting him, too. And Meld. She'd worked so hard to impress Slate before she'd ever even applied. Yet, she hadn't seen those people she recruited since then, Meld excluded. She wondered what had become of those friends... she'd seen how much protection individual members of the Kabal got, even while on missions. Alexandra had gotten sent to an internment camp. Henrietta had been kidnapped (by her).
She was kidnapping allies now, and shaking down people for protection money with an anti-human organization. And she was human. What did that say about her life's direction now?
She voiced that question to the blackboard. The blackboard said it meant she was playing the role of a spy pretty good.
And there was her answer.
Well , there you go , then. She told herself. Exercise a bit of patience, and doors open up. And if you didn't have that patience, make the door.
But that hadn't been her question at all, had it?
No.
Well, darn.
Lenna was... not so good at meditation, it turned out.
It soon became apparent to Hunter than she was not good at meditation. Despite her attempt at looking calm he could see thoughts racing through her head. Rather than clear her mind and focus on the question she was probably finding one question led to another and following the line of thought.
“Don’t worry,” he said reassuringly, “it gets easier with time. The first full session is tomorrow so you can try again then.” He smiled at her before getting to his feet and offering her a hand. He suddenly noticed something odd. As he got this close he felt the pressure ease from behind his mental restraints. Curiously he relaxed a little and found his powers didn’t return. Relaxing further he finally found a point at which his powers began to return.
“You would be a mutant by any chance would you?” he asked. He couldn’t think of anything else that could have this effect on him other than a mutant. While he’d not met a power dampener before he wasn’t surprised that one existed.
It was over before it had really begun. Lenna opened her eyes and looked at him. He was reassuring her. She was still a novice in his eyes, but that would change with practice.
Well, she supposed, might as well go to the next session. Eventually, she might learn something.
Lenna offered a genuine smile. He didn't seem as bad as the secretary had stated. He offered a hand, and she took it, pulling herself up onto her feet. Then, he asked an interesting question.
It was one Lenna rarely answered honestly. These days, it was more strategic to keep her cards secret. "That's... one of the things I wanted to find my center for." She replied. She played embarassed well. She'd had practice. "... Are you?"
That was an evasive answer if Hunter had ever heard one. However she was entitled to her secrets. “As a matter of fact I am,” he said, “The silver eyes usually get people thinking along those lines.” Something made Hunter want to play his cards close to his chest but he decided to try and earn her trust by opening up a little.
“My power has let me live for over four centuries now,” he told her, “I hope that I can use my vast experience to help people. After all this time I felt I should start giving back.” He declined to mention his other powers. The need for blood freaked a lot of people out.
Hunter told her much of what she already knew. He was a mutant. He'd lived a long life. How long? This was the part where Lenna had to gasp in appreciation.
"Four centuries? Wow!" She opened her mouth, and let the appreciation fall out. "I'll bet you've got lots of stories to tell." An embarassed laugh. Lenna put a thoughtful finger to her lips, and looked away. "If I had all that time under my belt... hmm..." There was lots she could accomplish, obviously. After an appropriate 'thinking time', she returned her focus to him, sheepishly. "I guess I could get my mutation under control..."
Hunter was always a little amused by the reaction people had to his age. Something in the back of his mind told him that her reaction was off but his dismissed it. “I think you’ll find that most mutants need a lot less time than four hundred years to get their powers in check,” he said with a smile.
“You know I actually have quite a bit of experience training mutants. If you’d like we could arrange some one on one sessions and we could see if I could help you get your ability under control.” It was a genuine offer. Plus Hunter liked the mental relax that he got to have next to her with his power no longer pressing to get out.
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Spiritual balance... it promised help- which she needed. As Andrea stood outside, staring blankly at the building, she had to admit it was quite intimidating. First of all, the building was a giant reflective surface... so much so that she could see herself on its outside. Secondly, did she really need help all that badly? Shifting on her feet, she dug out the flier in her pocket and stared down at the writing. Sure... she had a lot of things to work on- powers and parent issues aside, but... this was akin to seeing a therapist...wasn't it? She honestly didn't think she needed any kind of therapy... The Greek shifted on her feet again and glanced around. She should just go home... have something good for dinner and snuggle into bed. Besides, she didn't even know what questions to ask herself....or someone else for that matter. With a nod of silent agreement, she turned on her heel and started back down the sidewalk. After only a few steps she stopped though, with a frown on her lips and her brows furrowed.
She was running away again... Avoiding things that seemed frightening to her. Her head turned back to the building. She couldn't run from things forever- not if she wanted to live a normal productive life. If she did... well, she was better off going home to Rhodes to lock herself away behind closed doors for the rest of her life. Her feet turned back around, and in a rare moment of courage Andrea hurried into the building. Once she was inside, with her hand on the door still, she gulped. It was even more terrifying inside... The Gorgon adjusted her glasses, just to be safe, and closed the door behind herself.
Oof was right. Andrea sprawled backwards on her bottom, barely catching herself before she went feet over head into a tumble. "Ah...Sorry! Are you al-" Her words caught in her throat as a strange itching sensation washed over her. Rolling back the sleeves of her hoodie, she stared at her right arm as the green spotted flesh she was so used to faded into a pale peach, or rather from dark Grey to light Grey in her eyes... "Oh no... not again." A wince accompanied her muttered words, and the Greek pulled her dark hair around to try and spot another color change... It was lighter as well. This time however, it seemed she was still colorblind to organic things. How strange... Her eyes finally locked on the one she had bumped into, and Andrea winced once again. Her mind whirled for a few moments, and she was speechless, until she shook herself and cleared her throat.
"I...um, sorry again, I got sent in and...I-... I just was not paying enough attention.." Stuttering, always stuttering. Stumbling over her words like she had just learned them. Andrea scolded herself silently, adjusted her glasses and set her hoodie back in place before scrambling to her feet. She held out a gloved hand to help the woman up- still quite stuck on the odd loss of her normal skin color. It had happened once before to her... but that had been a different scenario all together... why it was happening now, was something she couldn't quite wrap her mind around. Her free hand pushed her now brown hair from her eyes, before settling into scratching at the back of her head. She could see her own reflection out of the corner of her eyes...and was once again caught off guard by the startling change. Did she really look that pale without green skin...?
Hunter caught a glimpse of someone else entering Spiritual balance out the corner of his eye as he wrapped things up with Lenna. Deapite all the clothing she covered up with he caught a glimpse of her green skin tone. Another mutant. He wasn’t surprised as mutants often had more problems than humans.
“See you then,” he said to Lenna as she stepped out the door and straight into the new arrival. It was almost comical how they both ended up sitting on the floor a little confused. Heading over he spotted how the newcomer’s skin was now a normal colour, if a little pale. Now he was sure Lenna could suppress mutant abilities.
“Is everyone alright?” he asked as he reached the door. It looked like there was no permanent damage done but it would be best to check. The hoodie, gloves and shades meant that with a passing glance you could miss that the girl was a mutant. However Hunter knew that some mutants didn’t just cover up to hide their appearance, but to stop their powers from hurting people. Time would tell which of these reasons the newcomer covered up for.
Another mutant, affected by her aura. Lenna wore the expression of shock and dismay. This was supposed to be embarrassing for the character she was playing! She had to sell it.
"Omigawd..." Eyes, wide, locked on once-green skin. Lenna frowned at the girl she'd bumped.
The girl beat her to the apology punch.
>>"I...um, sorry again, I got sent in and...I-... I just was not paying enough attention.."
The girl offered her a gloved hand. Lenna took it. She worked her way to her feet, stabilizing herself on the doorway.
"I'm the one who should be sorry..." Lenna said. "My mutation..."
"I'm alright..." She looked to Mr. Antonescu. "Just embarrassed..."
"I am Alright as well." She added, meekly, before stepping back from Lenna now that she was standing. Her eyes were still drawn to the woman, more curious than ever. "I have met another with a power like yours before... Not to long ago actually." Tucking her hands into her pockets, she fiddled with the flier inside for a bit, removing her gaze from Lenna finally, to blink at Hunter. So much for good first impressions..
How dreadfully awkward this was... Running over another while seeking help. "It is probably my fault... really, I tend to do this thing all the time. Please do not feel embarrassed." Managing a tiny smile, she snuck a hand back out of her pocket and held it out to the woman, "I am Andrea.."