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.
“To tell you the truth,” Hunter said, with true honesty for once, “neither did I, but here I am, offering your father copious amounts of money to keep him preoccupied so that I could see you.”
He’d admitted it, out loud. Up until now he’d been denying it, lying to himself that she was just another conquest, another prey. But, having finaly said out loud that he was going to great lengths just to talk with her. Not to bed her, or to drain her, just talk with her. Suddenly all the turbulent emotion that he had suppressed and deny sprang forth.
It was mentally staggering. He’d formed, on the basis of one night, a stronger emotional attachment with this girl than he had with anyone else in his life since discovering his powers. In the past he’d always been acting or purely selfish desires, but now he found himself wanting to do things for her, purely to please her.
There was, however, one massive obstacle. His powers. How could he ever admit to her that he was over two hundred years old? Or that he was stronger and faster than any man? Or, worst of all, that he needed human blood to survive, and that he had killed hundreds, not just for his survival, but for his enjoyment?
Katherine smiled and looked away. "I don't know what to say..."
She brought her knees up to her chest, her dress spread out on her sides. She looked back to Hunter, a warm look in her eyes. Standing up, she began to walk towards the woods. Within was a favorite clearing that had pine trees surrounding the area, and fresh flowers in a meadow alongside a stream. It was ideallistic, and it was a place of calmness where she knew she could think.
Turning back, she waited for Hunter to follow and extended her hand for him to grasp.
Hunter leapt down from his perch on the branch and took her outstretched hand. Thoughts of his powers and his past flooded his mind, but the single light of being with Katherine stood at the centre of the turmoil in his head.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered how long Dominik could keep Mr Oswald busy, but he surprised himself when he realised he didn’t care. He would be with her, regardless of what her father thought.
Katherine's eyes brightened as she finally reached the clearing. It was still pristine and pure, with fresh lilac and wild sunflowers, daisies, and even the occasional peony around. The grass was tall, up to one's knees, and a bright golden color. Katherine took all this in, and with an excited laugh unclasped his hand and ran to the center.
"Come here, look!"
With that, she pointed at the sunlight that seemed to cast a beam over the clearing, making the splash from the stream that ran through illuminate in a rainbow of color. She turned, and her face ended up inches from his. "This is where I truly speand my time everyday... I've never shown this place to anyone before." she whispered.
For Katherine, this was where she came to ignore the frustrations of a faceless family. To her, money didn't matter, neither did appearance, or stature. All she wanted was a real, pulsating life, vibrant with culture. All of a sudden she blushed, as she knew that she saw herself beside Hunter in her dreams for her life.
Hunter marvelled at the sight. Since discovering his immortality he’d not taken the time to simple stand and stare. He’d been so busy pursuing every want and whim that he thought might satisfy him, but in truth only offered a temporary respite. While slaughtering a village had brought great pleasure, it was only a temporary high.
Here, in this clearing with this girl, he felt no brief, surging rush of pleasure, but a calm, serene happiness which left him at peace, something he had not been in a long, long time.
He smiled at her face, so close to his that he could feel her breath on his lips. “Then I thank you for showing me your secret, and promise to tell no other.” Although he new that the two were not of one kind, he felt a slight compulsion to tell her his secret, but suppressed the urge.
Katherine felt her mind go light with his words, feeling as though she could trust him with the world. Laying her forhead on his shoulder, she giggled. "Can you imagine what my father would say if he saw us?" she closed her eyes, and within a second opened them again. She looked at him in the eyes and said:
"He would ask you how much you'd put towards the wedding. And if I was part of your estate, if he had any royalties."
Laughing, she shook her head in a surrendered fashion, and sighed. "I think I'm quite smitten. But if I may ask, why me?"
Money was no object, and if necessary he’d pay for the whole wedding. Wedding! He could not believe that he’d just decided, then and there, that he wanted to marry her! He was still in shock from the revelation when she asked “why me!”
“Because I’ve never met anyone like you,” he told her truthfully, “in all my travels I’ve never felt anything like the feelings you stir inside me.” And to himself he added It makes me want to give up my destructive ways, the killing and the violence.
He’d gone over two hundred years drifting about the world, seeking the next spot he could have a bloodbath, one thing that could gave him such a high. But now, he would never do so again for it would mean losing her, and he didn’t think he could bare that.
Katherine smiled, somewhat still in doubt she was as special as he deemed. She really had to rethink things, realize just what was happening... Was she in love with a stranger?
Yes, she was.
Looking him over, she finally had the courage to wrap her arms around him once again, away from the eyes of everyone else. If someone from the estate were to see her, they'd scream harlot and that would be the end of her. But inside she felt almost devilish--she wanted to enjoy herself. This was just like the novels she read, instantaneous and reckless love with a handsome stranger.
But now, as she placed her head on his chest, she remembered he had slightly gasped before he answered. "Why did you seem shocked before?" she murmured playfully.
When she wrapped her arms around him he simply held her as she laid her head on his chest. Such intimacy between people who had only met twice was socially unacceptable, but he’d seen a lot of societies and how they had changed over the years, and to him the rules were irrelevant.
“I was just realising what I was willing to do to be with you, which amounts to moving heaven and earth. You are truly remarkable, and I’ve come to realise that I have utterly fallen for you.”
He’d finally said it, out loud for her to hear. All the anger and rage that had built up over the centuries was being washed away as he let his feelings for her grow.
Katherine smiled brightly with a trace of shyness to her face as she heard his words. "Hunter, I really have fallen for you too." she whispered. Moving away from him, she sat on the grass beside him, laying on her side and looking at the flowers. A frown crept on her features now, as she knew that this was wonderful but that it couldn't possibly last. It was too perfect, too surreal. There had to be a catch.
Rolling over, she pushed those thoughts from her mind and looked up at him as she laid on her back. "Tell me a secret." she said, with a half smile.
Hunter had no idea how much of an effect such a simple sentence could have on him. The effect was unlike anything that he had felt before. He lay down beside her, his mind racing as he tried to control his emotions long enough to think of a secret that he could tell her without shattering this beautiful scene.
“When I was younger I killed my best friend,” he remembered it well. His powers were emerging and he was forced to feed. Having struggled for days to fight against it his hunger for blood had overwhelmed him and had attacked and killed a cow. Then Bogdan had found him. To his new sense Bogdan only registered as food, and in a red haze he had attacked him, and drained him of his life to satisfy his hunger.
When the red haze had cleared he saw what he had done and was horrified, though as time passed he’d seen his hunting of humans no different from their hunting of deer. He hid the body and had never told anyone, until now.
“We were both very young, and I was playing with my father’s sword, but it was to big for me, and I stabbed him through the chest by accident.” While not the exact truth, it conveyed the sense of what had happened. He’d not felt remorse for the taking of a human life in so long that the pain threatened to overwhelm him.
Katherine was face to face with Hunter again, as they both lay in the meadow.
"Oh my goodness," said Katherine, a look of compassion overcoming her, "I'm so sorry that happened. That must've been horrible."
She placed her hand on his, thinking. Killing one's best friend? She had never had a best friend, but if she would have had one, and she would have killed them, she probably wouldn't have survived it. To her death was a natural thing, and killing was something she had a hard time coping with, especially accidental.
In reality his parents had never found out, but when they did learn of his power they shunned him, claiming him to be a spawn of the devil. He was hurt, but when they informed the duke and had him sent soldiers after him he was furious, betrayed by his own family. After killing the soldiers he tracked them down and killed them as well.
Much as he hated to, he needed to fabricate a lie. “They were mortified at what I had done, and I was severely punished. I was confined to my room for three months and not allowed to touch a weapon for five years. While all the other boys my age were learning sword fighting I was kept inside learning literature.”
While a lie, it did convey the lack of compassion his parents had shown when finding out what he truly was. How would Katherine react when she found out? Would she find out? Could he keep it hidden from her forever? No, even if she didn’t discover his nocturnal activities, when she saw that he wasn’t aging she would see. He would have to tell her at some point, but not yet.
Katherine shook her head in disbelief. "That's so condescending of them! It was an accident, you didn't deserve that. If anything, they should have spoken to you about it, and taught you right from wrong. I mean, your friend's death was punishment enough..."
When Katherine got into one of her rants on bad parenting, her emotions over her own family tended to spill through. However, this time she kept it canned as this was a tough subject for him to face. Looking back to him, she smiled as she looked at his rough features, knowing that looks were incredibly decieving. She had never met a more charming, wonderful, and sweet man in her life, and in that moment she decided she would try her hardest to keep him by her side.
Laying back on the grass, she tilted her head up towards the sky, her eyes closed. She had expected to feel heat, but instead only felt a cool warmth. She opened them again, as she turned her head to Hunter.
"How long have we been out here?" she asked, not wanting to leave for the world.
He wondered if she would feel the same about what really happened. Would she understand that he had lost control, that he was blinded by the uncontrollable thirst for blood? And what of his reaction to his parent’s true betrayal, of his murder of them? Would she understand and forgive that? Even if she did, he’d killed thousands, wiped out entire villages at a time. Could she forgive that?
His thoughts were interrupted by her question. “Dominik is one of the most skilled wordsmiths I know, and with strict orders to keep your father preoccupied for as long as possible. We have only been out here for about half an hour, Dominik can keep your father entertained for as long again at least.”
He leant up on an elbow to look at her. “Tell me of your happiest memory.” His past was filled with so much violence, he just wanted to hear about something innocent, something which he had not experienced in a very long time.