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.
Katherine's eyes widened as she heard about his exploits. Walking away from him, she sat on the grass near bushes of wildflowers, her large skirt bubbling up around her. She resembled some sort of royalty herself, however she would never have thought that way. A duke... Katherine closed her eyes. How could a duke ever want something to do with her, Katherine Oswald of somewhere so quaint as Oxford? And the duke of Transylvania no less? She looked back at him.
"How old are you? Not more than twenty four, no?" she asked, trying to get her mind back to Earth.
“Twenty three,” he had always liked the age twenty three, young enough so that you were still free of most responsibilities, but old enough that you are free from most restraints. His true age was two hundred and twelve, but he could not tell her that.
Hunter sat himself in front of her. “I traveled extensively from a young age, and have actually spent very little time in Transylvanian. My deputy runs things efficiently, freeing me up to travel the world. Have you ever had the chance to travel, to see beyond Oxfordshire?”
Katherine nodded. "Not as many places as you have, but I have been to France and Spain. However Spain less time as my family cannot speak Spanish as well as French. I loved France better however."
She leaned forward and rested her head on the palms of her hands, making her face only about a foot away from his. "Tell me about your travels. What have you seen, whom have you met? And more than anything, tell me about the differences... I want to imagine I'm gone from here." said Katherine.
She imagined herself being somewhere like France, sipping tea with famous fashionists and living in the center of youth.
Hunter smiled, recalling his many and varied travels. “One of my favourite memories is of my time spent in Japan. It was the first trip that I made alone, at the age of eighteen. While there I met with a Samurai, Okimoto, who taught me bushido, the way of the warrior. With him I studied the ancient art of samurai sword fighting, which is a far cry from European fencing.”
“As well as sword technique a learned Jujitsu, a martial art. It was hand to hand combat without a weapon against either an unarmed or armed opponent. With it I had the confidence to travel without a sword strapped to my hip at all times, for I knew that I could fight with my hands as well as a sword.”
“While out there I was immersed in a culture so different from Europe. They followed a strict code of honour, much like the knights of old. But they still abided by theirs, following it devoutly. I have never met such a people as the Japanese, and was greatly honoured to have them teach me some of their ways.”
“You really want to leave here don’t you.” It was more of a statement than a question. “Tell me, what is it about here that makes you want to leave?”
Katherine was swept into his words, thinking about samurai and what Japan would look like, remembering paintings she had seen. She opened her eyes again to look at him, as she answered his question.
"I'm tired of being here without my own choice, my own plan. I want to get out and see the world like you have, I want to discover what it's like to live, give, recieve... love..." her last sentence trailed off, leaving her to wonder as to when exactly any of those things would happen.
She looked away, flustered for a moment, as she lay back on the grass and stared at the stars. She turned her head to Hunter, and studied him in the moonlight. "You're not as bad as I would have imagined you to be, Mr. Antonescu. Not bad at all, Hunter."
Love. When she mentioned love he began to wonder. His parents rejected him once they discovered what he was, and after repeated attempts to bring them back to him he killed them in a rage and since then he’d never know love. Was this why he could pull away from her blood so effortlessly?
“And how did you imagine me then?” he asked, wondering what she had expected him to be like. He also wondered if he could give her what she wanted, to let her travel and experience what he had experienced. Why he wished to do this for her he did not know, but this was the first time in almost two centuries where his thoughts were not solely about himself.
"I imagined you to be a stuffy nobleman who only cared about his money and would be a boring as the last five noblemen had."
She stared at him now, with questions in her eyes. This man had come out of nowhere and changed her entire prospective in the course of an hour. Remembering that she had been outside almost an hour, she became alarmed again.
"I've totally forgotten the ball... My father will be worried." she said, and made to get up reluctantly.
Hunter rose smoothly and extended a hand to help her up. “It was a pleasure Katherine, but you are right, we should return to the ball.” He headed back to the hall, mesmerizing the servant once more to allow them back in.
Once inside he turned to her again. “I must go now, but I shall see you again.” He gently kissed her hand before turning and walking towards the exit, thanking Johnathan on the way.
Once out the front he tried to clear his head, but could not banish her from his mind. Collecting his horse he mounted and rode back to the inn. He had much to think about.
OOC: If you wrap up the ball I'll start the next scene with Hunter along with one of his buisness advisours paying Katherine's father a visit. While the buisness advisor keeps Johnathan busy Hunter excuses himself to come and talk to Katherine.
Katherine could barely say anything as before she knew it he was gone. She looked around, noticing that most of the guests were still there and still dancing. She bent to pull a small twig that had tangled in the lace of her dress when the Swatfords came running up to her, envy and false friendship on their faces.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't Mrs. Foreign Noble." said Elizabeth, earning herself a swat on the head from Emma.
Scowling, Elizabeth turned away to speak with a rather mousy looking boy with a suit that was too pompous for him. "Forgive my sister, she's rather brash at times." said Emma, with an edge to her voice that made her words somewhat decieving. Katherine nodded, and began to walk away before Emma stopped her once again. "So... What happened outside with Mr. Antonescu?" she asked, and Katherine was somewhat surprised she knew his name. "Nothing really, we talked and I pricked my finger by accident, so we came inside." answered Katherine carefully emitting the emotions that were swirling in her stomach. Emma nodded stonily, and with the most forced smile ever seen on her face curtsied to Katherine before walking away.
"Katherine!" boomed her father as he strode to her. She looked to see a lanky man following with blonde hair and blonde facial hair that really didn't suit him. "Kathy my dear, this is Boris Kochenkov of Russia. He was invited to the last ball but cancelled, and was coming tonight... Remember?" Katherine somewhat vaguely recalled her father speaking to her on the subject, but made as though that was the only thought that had consumed her. "Yes, of course father. Hello Mr. Kochenkov." she said with a curtsy herself this time.
"No, no, call me Boris!" said Kochenkov, with an accent to curl toenails and a booming voice that made the Swatfords look. "Let's dance!" he announced, and swept Kathy to the dancefloor. She was twirled, dipped, and turned at the appraisal of her father, while only thoughts of Hunter occupied her mind for the rest of the night.
Hunter stepped out of the carriage surveying the Oswald estate. Despite his best efforts he could not banish thoughts of Katherine form his mind. So, after several days, he had devised a plan to meet with her again.
While the estate was a largish place, his castle in Transylvania dwarfed it, and he owned several other residencies which were far grander. But he had not come here for the grounds.
“Do you know what you have to do Dominik?” he asked the man who followed him out of the carriage.
“Keep the father entertained with promises of vast sums of money to allow you to slip away unnoticed,” the tall, gaunt fellow replied.
“Good,” Hunter strode up to the door and knocked.
“Good afternoon sir,” a servant greeted them, “How may I help you?”
“I am Duke Antonescu, and this is my assistant, Mr Mondragon. I am here to talk business with Mr Oswald.” He rarely used his official title, but he felt that it would serve to expedite matters here.
“Please, follow me,” the servant led them into a large drawing room with several comfortable chairs. Dominik took a seat, but Hunter remained standing. Moments later Mr Oswald burst into the room.
“Duke Antonescu!” he exclaimed with delight, and extended a hand which Hunter shook warmly.
“Mr Oswald, I apologise both for this unexpected arrival and my early depature to your ball last week. I’d like to introduce you to me assistant, Dominik Mondragon.” At this point Dominik stood and shook Mr Oswald’s hand, “He handles all of my business affairs.”
“A pleasure to meet you Mr Oswald,” Dominik said, “Were here today to discuss business with you.”
“You would like to do business with me!” Johnathan Oswald seemed positively ecstatic at the prospect.
“I would,” Hunter assured him, “You made an excellent impression on my at the ball and Dominik believes that this could be a very beneficial relationship.”
“Yes, I do indeed,” Dominik assured Johnathan. As he continued to outline he plan Hunter mesmerised Johnathan into a chair and left without being noticed. A quick word with one of the servants revealed that Katherine was outside in one of the fields near the estate.
Once outside Hunter could smell a faint trail of perfume and followed it. He soon found the field that she was in. She had her back to him, and he paused for a moment, taking her in, before calling out.
Katherine had had enough of her father's babbling about the Russian noble and his visits. Boris had come by in the morning when she was still in her nightgown, and she couldn't shake the hungry look in his eyes as she attempted to hide behind an armchair. She shook her head, as she remembered her father making excuses for the Russian, saying that in Russia it was very usual for women to be seen in nightgowns. She remembered how she rolled her eyes at her father for the first time and walked out of his study, and how dissapointed she felt as she left for her fields.
Looking around her, she smiled. The fields were her favorite place in the world, with their fresh flowers that seemed to dance in the wind and the trees that peppered the area randomly, in case she should need shade. She spun around, relishing the scents and the breeze as thoughts of Hunter came to her again as they had done countless times during the week. His face, his scent, his manners, his actions... They had her hypnotized. But it had been almost a week since she had last seen him and her feelings were starting to fade as she somewhat convinced herself that it had somehow been a dream.
She stopped spinning and with her eyes closed tilted her head back to feel the warm sun on her face. Her long hair was loose with a barrette keeping the wayward strands out of her face, and it shone in the sunlight as the wind tossed it about. She had chosen a light blue dress to come outside, something lightweight--cotton. It hung about her loosely except for her bodice which clung to her curves much like the Russian would if he had the chance.
She sighed, letting the wind take her silent queries to Hunter where ever he was. Then, all of a sudden she heard the voice she had longed to hear for days call out to her.
“I told you I would see you again.”
Katherine spun around, and sure enough there was her duke, standing with a bemused expression on her face. Without thinking she ran to him, embracing him. She reveled in the few seconds that she stayed without thinking, and soon pulled away sharply, remembering she couldn't act in such a manner. Curtsying, she greeted him with a calmer expression that was defied by the bright red blush on her cheeks.
When she ran into his arms he was a little surprised, but pleasantly so. He still had not resolved his feelings towards her, and seeing her again and holding her in his arms had not helped. Reluctantly he released her as she pulled away to curtsy properly.
“No need for such formalities,” Hunter dismissed with a wave of his hand, “social restrictions should not apply out here, amongst nature.” His enhanced senses took in every aspect of the field that they were standing in.
“I can see why you come out here, it is a beautiful spot. You could lose yourself in nature for hours on end.”
"Yes, but as you are a duke and I a noblewoman, much more so that you are a man and I am a woman, formalities serve to keep a balance of order amongst the unrestrained wilderness of nature. Where would you be if not for your bows and I for my curtsies? We'd be commoners, and much happier." she finished with a laugh, and stepped back into the lush grasses and flowers of the field.
She turned back to him with a radiant smile, the sun illuminating her features where she stood. She looked him over, seeing his skin almost glow in the sunlight. "I do lose myself here very often, everyday in fact. But if I may ask you a question," said Katherine as she moved to the shady branches of a tree, "How did you manage to come and see me here in the fields? Where is my father? He would be here in a flurry if he knew you were here."
She sat on the crevice of the roots of the old tree, almost feeling the life that surrounded her. Nature engulfed her, as she leaned against the tree trunk. She looked up at Hunter slightly not believing he was standing before her, thinking she was in one of her many dreams of late. She sighed, recollecting the instances where he had come and taken her in his arms and they had left to far countries, just he and her as one fun-loving entity.
Hunter laughed at her suggestion that commoners were happier, because it was often true. He only enjoyed his life as a member of high society by ignoring all the rules. Seeing her sitting in the tree she looked more comfortable than she ever had at the ball.
“Your father,” he explained with a grin, “is inside talk to a friend of mine about the two of us going into business. Dominik is under strict orders to keep your father occupied with talk of large sums of money for as long as he can, and will send a servant out to warn me if he thinks the conversation is drawing to a close.”
Walking to the tree he grabbed one of the lower branches and pulled himself up to sit on it. “So did you actually expect to see me again, or believe that the night at the ball would be our first and last encounter?”
Katherine looked to Hunter with an incredulous yet amused face. "I knew it, that old man had to have something to keep him away." she said. She rested against the tree, her face calm; yet through her mind were thousands of thoughts. For one, just what was going to happen about Hunter? What did he truly want... And what did her feelings mean? Her feelings had been on her mind for a long while now, keeping her busy. They never seemed to let up, and always swirled around her gut long enough for her to have to stand up and twirl about.
Katherine stayed in these thoughts before Hunter's voice crashed through again, in usual manner. She looked up at him then, her face somewhat unreadable. To be honest, she had never thought she would even think of him again after that night, much less see him. But there he was, in her mind and shockingly to Katherine, in her heart. She shook her head now, trying to find the right words.
"No actually, I didn't. I never thought that someone like a duke would ever take notice in me, or that I would ever take notice in someone like a duke. But apparently he has... And very apparently... I have as well." she looked right in his eyes, searching for any trace of what she felt.