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 was walking towards the police station. After talking with Sebastian this morning he had taken a cab home. After changing into some clothes that weren’t shredded and covered in blood he was going to face the consequences of his actions. He had killed someone, an innocent person. The fact that he had done so in an effort to save others was no excuse. He did not have the right to take that girl’s life. No matter that she was dying and in doing so he saved dozens of others. He had killed her. Now he would answer for it.
He did not expect to be shown much in the way of mercy. Explaining why he did it would be complicated and the prosecutor could easily twist it to portray him as a monster, which wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate. Also the fact that he had resisted arrest would not aid him. He might have done so to prevent others from being hurt while he was in the throes of a blood rage again that would be difficult to explain and the prosecutor would take it as ammunition. In all likelihood Hunter would be spending the rest of his days inside of a jail cell.
He had come to terms with that. Part of his reformation out in Tibet was that he would now take responsibility for his actions. He would allow himself to be held accountable for his part in what happened at the church last night. Whatever fate lay in store from him he would face it head held high. Punishment for his actions he could live with. The actions themselves he wasn’t so certain.
Despite having taken countless lives over the centuries this was the first he had taken since trying to change. In Tibet he had regained his long lost ability to empathise with others. As such he felt deeply responsible for not only the girl’s death, but the deaths of all the others. Meld had trusted him to help her. Somehow while in his care she’d had her memory erased and fallen back in with the Order. While the Order may be under new leadership, and for the better from what he had seen, their stance towards humans remains the same. Aura is a very troubled girl and while they may help explain her actions it does not excuse them. He hoped for the chance to help her and Meld but he may not get it. The issue had been highlighted for Lori and he hoped that she would try and help the pair of them. He wouldn’t be able to from prison.
Feminine and flirty was so not her style. Lori had worn less clothes in public and felt a million times more clothed than she did in a full floral skirted halter dress that gathered at the waist. Hoity-toity garden lunch parties apparently had sexist dress codes, which was strange considering the topic of the luncheon was celebrating business women in New York.
Lori wasn't invited, but she was attending. It was the best way to scope out the competition and check for recognizable familial ties that she might... explore. After a third mention of a woman named 'Shula' Lori wondered if that particular woman had a sole. The lunch was pretty much a bust. So she jumped ship and tried to salvage something of the day.
Stepping out into the sun, she blinked against the sunlight. Something dark moved past her frame of vision. Was that a vampire that just walked by? He likely didn't recognize her.
"Hunter?" She put her hand up to block the slated afternoon light that had turned her pupils into pin pricks. It took just the right angle for it to filter through the tall, tall buildings. "You look awfully serious." She dropped her hand so that he could better see who she was. With her hair down and the dress even that might not be enough.
A female voice cut through Hunter’s thoughts. Pausing he turned to find who it belonged to. A petite blonde in a floral dress had called out to him. It took the immortal a few moments to recognise who it was. “Lori,” Hunter said with a smile and a polite nod, “I do not believe that I have ever seen someone look so uncomfortable in such a beautiful dress before.” While she was doing well to hide her discomfort Hunter had been observing people for four centuries and her body language told all.
“My demeanour matches my purpose,” he told her, “I am going to turn myself into the authorities to face the consequences of my actions. I took a young girl’s life. No matter my reasons I had no right.” In truth this was more than just that for Hunter. It would be fairly easy for someone with full knowledge of what happened to say that he was justified in what he did. However there were countless other lives that he had taken which were far from the case. In his mind Hunter would be facing up to not only this crime but the plethora of other sins he had committed over the centuries.
He was absolutely right. She felt like her shoulder muscles alone made her dress ill-fitting, but the point of the thing had been to blend in a sea of other florals and other dresses and that had worked. No one had walked up to her and asked her what she was being recognized for at the business lunch nor had they fingered her as the newest Order leader. Uncomfortable as she was being... feminine, her disguise had done its job.
Blue eyes lowered and she smiled at his comment. Demure? Yes, but mostly it was to keep herself from looking at Hunter who had the sun right behind him. Or at least that is what she liked to think.
>“I am going to turn myself into the authorities to face the consequences of my actions. I took a young girl’s life. No matter my reasons I had no right.”
"I'll walk with you?" She made it into a question so as not to be entirely rude. Because she was going to walk with him for a time at least.
Hopping down from the stoop, her dress floofed out and she hastily stuffed it down. The dress encouraged Lori's incongruities. Lori's mantle of leadership seemed somewhat cowed. Her tone more reserved. Almost like she was a real, approachable person. All this from a dress?
"I am glad that you are determined to turn yourself in to the authorities. By all accounts the fault of every life taken lies with my girls, even the one that you laid to rest... If it weren't for you, they would take one step forward and two steps back. You are an example and a real role model to Meld, especially." But did she want Meld turning herself in to the police at every wrong doing? No.
"I only wish that you could continue to help me in their shaping." And how he would do that from prison, she had no idea.
Was Ms Faust being coy with him? It wasn’t something that Hunter would have expected based on what little he had seen of the woman. She had come across to him in their last meeting as someone who was all business. He would wager that the more feminine attire was for a practical purpose to allow her to blend in somewhere that she needed to be.
In response to her question Hunter merely nodded his agreement and continued on his way, though at a more sedate pace than before. He listened in silence as she praised his decision and in intervening and stopping two of her people from committing wholesale slaughter of innocent people.
“I wish I had more time to help Meld,” he said as he walked, “But I have already resisted arrest once. I need to face this now. Besides, she’s in good hands.” He did mean that. Lori was a great improvement on Syn and while she still held onto the Order’s goals she was moving them in a new, and in his opinion better, direction.
> "Have already resisted arrest once. I need to face this now. "
"Let me guess. All your previous transgressions are driving you to take responsibility for your actions." He'd said as much when he felt guilty for running away. "And, you think that the best way for you to do that is for you to submit yourself to a limited authority."
She folded her hands behind her back which made her balance in her high heels a little bit more of a challenge, but it wasn't anything that she wasn't up to. "Could you not do more good outside of a cage? Wouldn't it be better to keep the people who were really responsible from repeating their mistake?" As good as he thought she might be, she couldn't be everywhere. Ultimately the failings of a follower were due to the shortcomings of the leader.
Maybe she was cleaning up after an old leader, but it was no excuse. If anyone should be going to jail in this situation, it was Amber, Meld and Lori. If she thought it would do them any good, she would turn in her girls, but sadly... it was more likely that it would only make things worse for all involved.
A little crease was forming between Lori's eyebrows.
Hunter smiled a sad smile as Lori neatly surmised his feelings on the matter. This wasn’t just about the one girl whose life he had ended last night. It was about the countless lives he had taken over four blood soaked centuries. He had killed more people with his bare hands than most people had met.
“You are probably right,” he conceded, “I could do more good outside of an American prison. That’s not the point. I’ve killed tens of thousands of people. Possibly hundreds of thousands. What right do I have to walk free considering what I have done? I need to face up to my past, beginning with the young woman I killed last night.”
Unlike Meld and Aura he had no excuse for his past actions. He may have been branded a daemon as a child but he embraced that readily instead of it being forced upon him. For the past four centuries he had been the most evil individual on the planet. Now that he had turned over a new leaf it didn’t absolve him of his past sins. It was something that he needed to face even if it meant allowing himself to be locked away.
Hundreds of thousands? Her eyebrows made a brief jump when she finally put two and two together. Vampire + People full of blood + Time = Slaughter. A simple equation really, if a messy one. She simpered at a passerby whose phone dipped away from his ear when it spewed feedback at him for passing too close to Lori's natural field.
It was always interesting to meet an immortal too. Lori always had the distinct urge to pick his brain. Describe, if you would, the Industrial Revolution. or maybe something like, Where were you around the 1400's? Lori didn't really expect to make it to forty, much less forever.
"You do need to face your past," There was no argument there. Too many lifetimes would get confusing. Add on the fact that he'd never reconciled a single one of them or laid them to rest... ",but what happens when they give you a life sentence? Or a death sentence? How far are you willing to follow this show of recompense?" Because that's all it was if he walked away with anything but either of those judgements for hundreds of thousands of lives taken.
Lori liked to think she'd lived a lot of lives already. So many stages of her life she could look back at and see an entirely different person. About a year ago, she was a New York nomad. Living on the lamb and free. Now she was in her own self-imposed prison. It was better for everyone this way.
"If you need a slap on the wrist, you can get that anywhere. I want to know you've thought this through." She hated to loose an ally and level head. She especially hated to loose someone that Meld (at least) respected and could influence her for the better. "They'll give you judgement. I don't know about justice..." But who could really put a thumb down on what was just anyway?
Despite knowing that Lori meant well her words were grating on Hunter. “Then show me the court for someone like me,” he demanded as he rounded on the petite blonde, “Find me a judge who can wrap his head round the fact I’ve killed more people than they’ve met and then judge me with an objective mindset. I am the greatest mass murderer the world has ever seen. What court could possibly see my crimes and not sentence me to death, or at the very least lock me away forever?”
Hunter paused and closed his eyes. Taking a calming breath, and then another, he opened them and said, “I’m sorry. The true weight of the atrocities I have committed is too much to bear at times. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” He began walking again. Walking towards his judgement. He still hadn’t fully wrapped his head around what he had done. Every day he would remember some new heinous crime from his past that alone would be enough to get someone locked away for the rest of their life. It was all just too much. He needed someone else to look him in the eye, tell him he was a monster and punish him for it.
It was quite possible that Hunter’s strong mind was beginning to crack under the weight of everything he had done. Reliving each death he had caused was slowly driving him insane. He couldn’t take it anymore. It was all too much and he wanted it to stop. He didn’t know how to put each one to rest and so was followed everywhere he went by a legion of ghosts whose lives he had taken.
She'd been yelled at hundreds of times, in hundreds of different ways. This was the first instance that included fangs.
And one of the few that deserved a slap. Lori swung for Hunter's face. She might not be as strong as him, but she aimed to leave an impression. Someone had to snap him out of it. "Are you really so arrogant?" The greatest mass murderer who ever lived... pah! He was still proud somewhere down there. He was just wrapping himself up in his own misery to hide it. She'd done that once... in another life time.
Hunter was unbelievable. What kind of man couldn't see the answers that were right in front of him? Who couldn't take a step back and view his problems objectively? "Don't move." She turned down the nearest corner, but stopped and whipped back. "And don't apologize. Not to me."
Despite her heels, the blonde managed to stomp down the street in a way that made the dress seem utterly ridiculous on her broader, muscular frame. She went into the nearest phone booth and fished around in the yellow book that was chained inside. The name, Hunter might not know, but Lori did. When Hunter had been hiding out for the last few days, Lori had been doing her research. If she was going to cover this crime up to protect her family and to tie up loose ends she had to know more about those involved. Especially the one with fang marks.
Ah. There it was. Felicia and Harold Hargrave. Parents. And Jarron Bacerra. Fiance. Her friends... Lori struggled to remember off the top of her head. This was good enough for now. She pulled those pages out of the book and stomped back shoving the papers in Hunter's way. Lori was nothing if not passionate and it showed in the emotion in her eyes.
"You want the harshest judge in the world? Talk to the family."
Hunter saw the slap coming and knew he was quick enough to dodge it. He didn’t. His head snapped to the right as Lori hit him full in the face. For such a small woman she was surprisingly strong. Hunter had come to discover that there was some form of pain relieving effect linked in with his healing factor. That meant that while this wasn’t the first time he had been slapped it hurt more than any other he’d received.
It was her words however that stung him more sharply than the slap. Was he so arrogant? Hunter had always been a proud man, it had been one of his defining traits. While he had turned his life around he couldn’t simply discard such a core personality trait. He had done his best to rise above it and be better than before. Apparently he had failed. He stayed standing where he was as Lori stormed off not because of her command but because he had too many thoughts running through his head.
When she came back and shoved the paper into his hand it was as if everything had suddenly snapped into focus. How had he been so blind? Because he’d been focusing on himself, again. Closing his eyes Hunter took a deep breath before saying, “Thank you Lori for cutting through all my self-indulgent bullsh*t. This isn’t about me. It’s about them. Do you know where they live?” He could see clearly now. Handing himself over to the legal system would only indulge his own desire to have his past sins punished. What he needed to do was allow the loved ones of those he’d hurt to have closure. Maybe then he might find some.
She had been ready to capitalize on this either way, but... she had a definite preference on which would be better for all involved. Not that she was actually involved in this incident... wow. Playing mom to the Sanctuary Residents made her nosey these days.
Though, this was the first time anyone had ever thanked her for it.
> "Do you know where they live?”
"It's on the paper." Her eyebrows had practically met in the middle of her face by now. She reached for the paper and had to measure it back a bit so that she could focus on the small print with her imperfect vision. Her finger trailed across the line. "This is on the lower east side..." She kept her finger on the address so they wouldn't loose it as she looked up to the vampire.
"Do you—" want her to come with him? Why would he? They were practically strangers and she was the interloper in this situation. If it were her she would want to do this alone. Probably for different reasons than Hunter might want to do it alone, but the thought passed behind her eyes all the same. "Do you need anything else?"
Hunter looked back at the paper again. He wasn’t seeing names and addresses. What he saw was a grieving family. Grieving over the girl whose life he had taken. Concentrating the address came into focus. He knew where it was. Time to face true judgement at the hands of those he had wrong. This wasn’t to massage his ego. It was to give them the closure that they needed.
Looking back up at Lori he offered her a sad smile. “You have already done more than enough,” he told her, “This is something I must face alone. If I am able I will come by the Sanctuary to help Meld and Aura if she wants it.” He truthfully had no idea how this encounter with Miranda’s family would end. Whatever happened though Hunter would face it head on. With a final nod to Lori Hunter turned and walked away to face this toughest confrontation for centuries.
And just like that, she was dismissed. She couldn't say that she hadn't seen it coming, but she didn't like it all the same. Hunter was a person she had wanted to know better. Maybe inviting a practical stranger to an intimate, life-altering event wasn't the best way to do that, but it certainly would have helped her know him to see him in an honest and intense situation. Besides? What if they threw garlic at him?
She puffed a bit of air out of her lower lip, aiming up upward at the loose hairs that were trailing into her face.
Whatever. He was a big boy. She was a big girl.
She had other things to do anyway. There were always other things to do... The Order leader turned and made her way toward the subway.