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.
As a part of my continuing works “Tales of Hunter’s Past” I’m working on the relationship he had with his former wife, Katherine. Due to my poor ability to write female characters, especially ones who are meant to fall for my main character, I’ve gotten Fiona’s help in that she will be playing Katherine’s role. Once we’ve played the scene out I’ll take what we have and rewrite it into a flowing narrative to post up along with Hunter’s other tales. Without further ado:
Hunter wasn’t even sure why he had come to this ball. He had received an invite due to being a visiting foreign nobleman, and the host, a Jonathan Oswald, had wanted to impress people. After an exceptionally tedious chat with Mr. Oswald Hunter excused himself and began walking through the crowd. None of them were of any particular interest until he saw her.
She was talking to two other women, but he was focused solely on her. Throughout his long life he had seen many beautiful women, and bedded most of them, but she was the first to take his breath away. In that instant he knew she had to be his.
Crossing the hall in swift strides he approached the group. “Excuse me ladies,” he interrupted their chatter and extended a hand to her, “but may I have this dance?”
Katherine always hated when her father placed his business affairs before the family's interests. Yet again, he postponed another family trip, this trip being to London (which had been supposed to be her birthday trip for finally turning eighteen, something that had happened almost a month ago) for a damned ball. She hated those overly extravagant get togethers as they signified her having to be in a frilly gown that annoyed her, being surrounded by the most boring people in the world, and not being able to leave as she was supposed to be looking out for the family. She dressed in a blue gown that her mother had picked for her a week earlier that had black lace overtones to detail the hems and neckline of the gown itself. It was a bit too flashy for her taste, but she had a feeling her mother was growing in panic due to the fact that Katherine showed more interest in her watercolors than in potential suitors.
After finally arriving, she stood at the entrance with her eyes almost glazed over from the dullness of it all. Too many dances and handshakes went past for her to keep count of, and before she knew it she had been whisked away by Emma Swatford and her sister Elizabeth. She put on her most decidedly sickening smile and began to let her mind wander as the sisters informed her of the esteemed guests that were top deals, so to speak. Amongst them seemed to be a visiting noble from a far area who was just so handsome and so charming and so handsome and so... Katherine rolled her eyes. She had had the sister's chat in the back of her mind when all of a sudden the buzzing stopped, knocking Katherine back to reality.
"Oh my! Here he comes!" squealed Emma, fixing a wayward curly strand of hair.
"Don't do that!" swatted Elizabeth, knocking the strand back out.
But before they could even mention a word, the gentleman had extended his hand to a very confused Katherine who gaped and stared at his hand as though it was a foreign object. She felt a slight pressure on her dress as Elizabeth nudged her with her foot, and she shakily nodded as she took his hand and he led her away, the sisters' not so subtle giggles making things even worse. She looked about, noticing that people's eyes were now on them, and she blushed.
"I'm really not that good of a dancer..." she muttered, smoothing out a wrinkle on her dress as she had seen the other women do countless times.
Hunter smiled his most charming smile as he led her towards the dance floor. On hearing her mention he lack of dancing experience his smile broadened. “Well, that’s something that I shall endeavour to remedy.” Judging by her somewhat flustered demeanour he was having the right effect. With a gentle tug he whipped her round to face him and, placing one hand on her hip while keeping the other clasped in his he began.
The band was playing music for a Viennese Waltz, a dance Hunter hand mastered, and could easily lead her through. He began to spin, moving in the circle which all the other couples were revolving. “So tell me, what is a beautiful young lady such as yourself doing here at a stuffy ball like this?” The bored expression she had worn before he approached her suggested she was not one who enjoyed such affairs, and to be honest neither was he.
To him balls such as this were merely another hunting ground. This one required more skill and finesse than pursuing someone through a back alley, but the hunt was no less exhilarating. However, in this arena he intended to lure the prey to him, rather than chase after it. This one had taken the bait, now to carefully reel her in.
Katherine barely had time to react when she was all of a sudden facing him. She smirked when she knew just how this dance was going to go. Smiling sincerely--or as sincerely as she could muster--she looked at the man who seemed to be steering her around much like a doll. He had nice features, she'd give him that, and she liked his hair; but she liked shoulder length hair on most guys anyway. However, it was his eyes that made her look twice: they almost glowed. Silvery grey, with a hint of onyx, they seemed to bore into some people and see right through others. She responded to his turns with a bit more finesse than she had let on, seeing as the people here weren't really ones to have her flustered.
As she heard his next question--or line as Katherine thought--she snorted with a bit of suppressed laughter. "Well, this is my father's ball, so I'm basically forced to attend. You know, make my father look well, make sure that I fall into a sense of boredom unrivaled by anyone else... Typical father-daughter relationship when one is nobility, wouldn't you say?" she said sarcastically.
Frankly Katherine didn't care if she seemed too stand-offish; all she was worried about was getting home as soon as possible in order to take a walk through the fields. She loved the fields as they were fresh and always smelled of the flowers that she had also come to love as a child. Looking back at her partner, she cleared her throat.
"Why are you here, Mr... Erm... " she fell silent as she realized she hadn't even introduced herself.
Her defensive reply showed that she was a feisty one, and was not ready to be reeled in yet. Normally his charm and accent was enough to put a girl in a spin, but not her. While he’d managed to fluster her a little at first, she had quickly regained her composure.
“Mr Antonescu, but please, call me Hunter.” The band finished the piece and he parted from her and bowed. “I was invited very last minute as your father seemed to thing that I was exotic enough to impress his friends. You must be Katherine, he spoke of you briefly during out meeting.”
“Now, I’m guessing that you’re as bored as I am with this ball. I’m considering going for a walk in the gardens surrounding the hall, would you care to join me?” He dropped the charm here, and simply asked. There was something about her that made her seem more than just another conquest. He couldn’t quite place it, but he was determined to find out what it was.
Katherine nodded. "I am indeed Katherine... And actually, you're right, he did think that having a foreign noble at his ball would make him seem a tad bit more refined." she laughed. She curtsied in response to his bow and set to fixing the irritating lace that was making her neck itch.
She was ready to turn and return to the Swatfords when his next suggestion caught her attention like nothing else that night had--the possibility of leaving the hall. She nodded enthusiastically to that, a much brighter smile illuminating her features. Katherine was definetely a beauty, with a fair complexion, rose like lips, and luminous eyes that sparkled green. Her waist length chestnut colored hair was done up for the evening in a relaxed updo, and she looked quite stunning, even to herself. However one could count on a horse tap dancing rather than Katherine tooting her own horn.
"Please, let's get out of here..." she whispered, as she looked behind her shooing the Swatford sisters who made to follow.
“Follow me,” Hunter took her hand and weaved his way through the crowd. Spotting Mr Oswald he steered away from him and towards another exit. He approached a servant who was standing by a set of double doors that lead to the garden. The servant barred his path, saying that he had orders not to let anyone outside.
Not wanting to waste time Hunter fixed him with his mesmerising stare. When asked a second time the servant opened the doors and the pair of them exited the hall discreetly.
The halls gardens were large with rolling lawn surrounded by a high hedge. Scattered about in a patter were flower beds with all sorts of flowers. In the centre was a fountain, clearly illuminated by the moonlight, which Hunter walked to and sat down on the edge of.
“So how many of these functions do you get dragged to?” he asked, “I’m expected to attend so many because of my status, but always find and excuse to avoid them when I can,” he said with a rueful smile.
Katherine latched onto his hand more urgently than she would have had it been any other occasion. The sheer thought of escaping the choking atmosphere of deceit and two-facedness of the ballroom had her enthralled. Katherine followed Hunter through the ballroom much like a fish would follow bait on the hook through water, before frowning as they reached a door that she knew they wouldn't be able to pass through.
"I don't think you're--" she stopped short as all of a sudden the man guarding the door stepped aside.
'Ooooh! Just how much does my father want respect from strangers... Paying the guards to step aside for the big names!' she thought, a scowl creeping across her features. The negative thought was erased from her mind however as soon as she stepped into the cool night air of the courtyard. She reveled in the beautiful scent of the flowers, the stars overhead, and the relaxing sound of the fountain's current. Following Hunter, she sat beside him and soon had taken her hand back.
Looking at him, she studied his features as he asked her a question. She then realized that Hunter Antonescu was nothing short of stunning.
"Well, my father arranges about four nobility balls every month, about ten luncheons, fifteen dinner parties, and typically two trips to the country with people who lack... Nevermind." she caught herself before she insulted her father's partners in business. "I get dragged to each and every one of those engagements. I wish I could avoid them, but my mother knows when I'm simply pretending to be sick and will usually drag me out of bed."
“It seems you have a very busy and very unwanted social life,” he said, leaning back to look up at the stars. “So how many of your father’s friends or sons of your father’s friends have tried to court you?” He hoped that the direct question would catch her a little off balance.
Normally he had complete control of and social situation as he new all the rules and could play the game better than anyone else, but Katherine wasn’t playing by the rules, and most likely didn’t even know half of them. Hunter relished the challenge, for in this game there were no rules.
Katherine sighed and looked up, ready to drift into her thoughts when again Hunter came crashing through. Courting? She looked at the man with questioning eyes, and a mouth that didn't seem to remember how to speak. It was quite a brash question, and she didn't know how to quite respond at first. There had been a few since she had turned sixteen, her first being her father's older business partner Mr. Radcliffe. She frowned as she thought of that man constantly looking over her shoulder, wheezing disgusting suggestions into her ear. The next three were simple visiting nobles, but all they did for Katherine was make her sleep with a more rapid descent into R.E.M.. After those, there had been a few as she turned seventeen, including Mr. Radcliffe's son. However, she couldn't shake the notion of the son wanting to share, so that left her mind rapidly. Finally, it had been a few more of her father's business partner's sons that had tried, but none had intrigued her like Hunter had in the last few moments. She realized she had stayed quiet to Hunter's question and looked at him sheepishly.
"Quite a few actually now that I think about it... And they were all mind-numbingly subpar." she laughed.
"And you, Mr. Antonescu, do you just come to balls to pick up the host's daughter?"
Hunter smiled at her silence before answering. He was not surprised, for a woman as beautiful as her coupled with a father as desperate for social standing as Johnathan Oswald was bound to have men flocking to her.
Her question was not unexpected, “I don’t look for the host’s daughter, just the most beautiful woman in the room to help make what would otherwise be a dull evening a considerably more pleasant experience.”
He turned back to face her, “Of course, I’ve come to realise tonight that I was wasting my time at all those other balls, and should have come to one of your father’s balls much sooner, as you are not only more lovely than any other woman I’ve met, but also far more intriguing.”
Katherine couldn't help but blush when he smothered her in compliments--they really could get the better side out of a woman. She looked at Hunter and smiled a smile to meet his, before raising an eyebrow. "I'm sure you have met plenty of other women that could rival my beauty in a heartbeat. And besides, I'm not a girl for someone of your stature... I've never learnt of politics or have I cared for such rabble as a nobleman like you must."
She stood at this point, picking at the lace on her neckline once again. Strolling to a nearby rosebush, she attempted to smell one but ended up pricking her finger with an unseen thorn. "Oh darn my luck..." she muttered, as the blood began to roll down her index.
Hunter watched her rise and walk over towards the rose bush. Her comments almost made him laugh, as far as he was concerned the status of a woman was irrelevant. Having begun as a simple peasant himself he didn’t see why social standing should restrict you.
He heard her mutter and could smell blood. Moving to her side he took her pricked finger in his hand, wiping the blood with his thumb. “Here, let me kiss it better.” He lightly kissed her finger, letting her blood roll across his tongue.
It tasted sweeter than any he had tasted before. However, he felt no desire to continue drinking, and pulled away effortlessly. He had never tasted anything finer in his life, yet he did not wish to drain her. Something about her made him want to protect her from harm, and to his surprise realised that he had kissed her finger to make her feel better, not to sample her blood.
Katherine looked around aimlessly for something to wipe the blood on, the blood inside her body rushing to her face in the sheer heat of embarrassment. "Er..." she mumbled, and before she could do anything about the bleeding she noticed Hunter had come to join her.
"It's just a littl--" she stopped and bit her lip as he took her finger to his lips.
She frowned a little as she hated the taste of blood, but was happier to see that her finger had cleared. Looking up at him, she felt her heart pounding faster over a man for the first time, and her eyes softened.
"Thank you." she said with a small voice.
"Erm, Hunter... Just what are you? I doubt you're just a nobleman. You're too... refined." she struggled with the words as there just was no describing him accurately.
Hunter smiled at her question. What was he? To answer that question truthfully would drive her away from him faster than anything else he could imagine, yet somehow he wanted toe let her know a bit about him, the real him.
“You are right, I am more than just a nobleman. I am the Duke of Transylvania, and my family has rules for centuries. We became restless, and while most noble families were simply content to live in their own little kingdoms we began to travel extensively. I have been to the Far East, as well as out to America, travelling the length of the world. During my travels I’ve meet many different cultures, and learned many different customs. I have seen more than all those people in their put together.”
He released her hand, the sweet taste of her blood still tingling his mouth. Yes, he had travelled the world, but in all his life he had never met anyone quite like her.