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 enthralled as he watched her take of the dress, revealing the exquisite figure underneath. He had never seen a more lovely creature in the two hundred years that he had roamed the earth. As she walked to the bed Hunter had to restrain himself from following immediately and lying beside her.
Removing his jacket he cast it aside as he undid the buttons on his shirt. Pulling it off revealed his toned chest, criss-crossed with silvery scars. Kneeling he unlaced first one boot, then the other, before pulling off both. Standing he undid the buckle of his belt, letting he trousers drop away form him, leaving him standing only in his undergarments.
Despite this he looked as regal as ever, carrying himself with an air of power that had accumulated over the centuries. The scars were worn to shoe how humanity responded to him, a constant reminder that people feared and hated him. Many had tried to kill him, but none succeeded. They reminded him of the fact that he had yet to tell her his darkest secrets, and wondered if she would flee like most, or try and run him through like a few of them had.
He approached the bed and lay beside her, intertwining his hand in hers. “you’ve never looked more beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, before lightly kissing her neck.
Katherine tilted her head to the side watching Hunter undress with a relaxed demanour. Smiling, she noticed that he still seemed like the well dressed gentleman he always had, even if he was barely clothed. However, she frowned, as her eyes landed on the scars on his chest. But not wanting to ask at the moment, she stayed quiet. She felt a thrill run through her as she watched him, trailing her sight on his toned muscles. As he approached her, she looked into his eyes and sighed when he kissed her neck.
It sent shivers all through her, not to mention she felt emotions and sensations she hadn't before. Turning on her side, she smiled as she kissed Hunter with the passion that raged through her, her breath coming in gasps. Stopping suddenly she blushed deeply, and looked at him.
"I'm sorry... I..." she trailed away, not knowing what to say after such unlady-like conduct.
“No apologies,” Hunter whispered, kissing her back with equal, unbridled passion. This was what he longed for, to be with the woman he loved for all time. No more blood, no more violence. However, tomorrow night he would need to feed. He would have to find some excuse to go and seek a victim to drink from.
Pushing such thoughts from his mind he finally broke the kiss and sat up. “We should get some sleep,” he said, pulling back the covers. He could think of no more peaceful sleep than with her in his arms. While still haunted by what his nature would make him to tomorrow night, he centred his thoughts on Katherine, as she would give him the strength to only take as much as he needed, and not to kill the victim.
Katherine smiled innocently even though her mind let through to other thoughts. 'Only sleep... Well, better that way anyway.' she thought. Moving up in the covers, she snuggled down into them and reaching for Hunter wrapped her arms around him. She had a bit of energy left from when she had dozed in the carriage, so sleep would most likely come slowly for her.
Both of them being so close, she felt the contours of his body against hers and felt comforted. But there was a nagging question at the back of her mind she needed to voice.
He felt some comfortable in the bed with her that he didn’t ever want to get up. His bliss was shattered by her question. Much as he hated it, he prepared another lie. “During my sword training I received a lot of cuts, these were the worst. I trained with real swords that were very sharp and so when my guard failed it paid for it dearly.”
It was better than the truth, that during his time almost a dozen different men had tried to kill him and learnt of his weakness to wood. Where the cuts inflicted by steel swords then there would be no mark mere hours after it happened, but the wooden weapons that caused the scars on his chest would leave marks for the rest of his life.
Katherine nodded when she heard of his training. Sword training... She felt even safer in his arms. Trailing her hand on his chest, she felt the texture of his scars under her fingers and shivered as she thought of the pain they must have caused. Leaning down, she kissed one, moving to his chest and laying her head on it. She could hear his heart beat, and noticed it was loud and strong.
Kissing his chest again, she moved back upwards to his neck. 'What am I doing?' she thought to herself, but those thoughts were soon erased. "I've never felt like this before. I feel so... Alive!" she whispered breathily, and soon moved back up to his ear. "I love you Hunter..." she whispered, his scent filling her lungs and making her remember forever.
Hunter smiled contentedly and closed his eyes as she ran her fingers across his chest. He drew a sharp breath as she kissed his chest, the touch of her lips on his skin causing him such sensations as he had never felt before. As she whispered in his ear his smile broadened and opening his eyes he turned to face her.
“I love you too, more than I had ever thought possible.” Thinking on it if found it remarkable that this girl had so fundamentally altered his life, completely changed his perspective, in so short a space of time. He dared to think of how his life could be, with her at his side. While there were still many obstacles, he felt sure that they would be overcome.
Bringing her forehead to rest on his, she kissed his lips over and over, feeling a hunger that she found insatiable. They were soft, but masculine and rough at the same time. And the way they responded to her touch made her become overwhelmed with a primal drive that she had to fight to keep her composure.
"Is this what newlyweds feel on their wedding night? This crashing sensation that never leaves?"
Kissing his neck, she laced her fingers through his hair, nuzzling his cheek with her nose. Even though she felt so wrong, she felt better than she had felt all of her life. And more than ever, she felt that those who fought against freedom, the vibrance of life like her parents did were so hideously wrong.
Hunter almost lost all his rationale as she kissed him over and over, his desire for her growing with each touch of her lips. He forced self restraint on himself, to prevent himself doing something too hastily that he may later regret.
“I don’t know my love,” he replied to her query with a laugh, “I’ve never been married.”
He hugged her to him, never wanting to let her go, never wanting to lose her. She had become such an intrinsic part of him that she felt like an extension of his soul, the other half that completed him.
Katherine genuinely laughed at what he said, kissing him again. Looking him in the eyes, she reveled once again in his arms, his strong touch making her want to engulf him with her emotion.
"Well, I wonder what newlyweds must do then?" she said, laughing again.
She then set to thinking about it, her mind going to the sort of things she had heard older girls talk about when she was younger. Of course, she understood the mechanics of what newlyweds did, but she didn't have the slightest notion of how it all worked. Shaking her head, she returned Hunter's embrace with her own, her warm breath on his skin.
Looking at him in the eyes once again, her demanour became serious. She leaned down to kiss him, letting her own personal fire take over.
Hunter laughed with as she pondered what newlyweds did. When she kissed him again with such passion his reason was swept aside as his own passion came to the fore. Returning the kiss with equal abandon he traced his hands down her back, feeling her skin through the thin fabric.
When they broke the kiss he began trailing kisses down her neck, his desire overcoming all reason as everything around him disappeared save her. He was in his own world, where she was the only other thing in it, and was all he would ever need.
She felt goosebumps rise through her as his hands trailed down her back. Nibbling his earlobe, she she felt her voice smoother and silkier than before as she whispered romantic nothings into his ear. Her spine tingled as he kissed a certain spot on her neck, and she uttered a sensual giggle.
"I'm all yours." said Katherine, and with that sat up atop him.
Her nagging thoughts being washed away, her worries leaving her with each breath, she was a different person than the scared Katherine of last week. With her words, she looked down to him, and peeled off her slip, feeling like she had melted and resculpted into this fearless woman who disregarded what her parents had attempted hammering into her.
"Forever... I'm yours."
With that, she leaned down to kiss him again, letting the night engulf them.
Hunter awoke the next morning feeling better than ever before. Turning to look at Katherine’s sleeping form he smiled and kissed her softly, before rising carefully so as not to wake her.
Dressing in his travel clothes, plain, hard wearing trousers with a simply shirt and jacket, he quietly left the room and knocked on Dominik’s door. An already dressed Dominik opened to answer. “Sir?”
“Stand guard over Katherine’s door,” Hunter ordered, “See that no one, including yourself, enters.”
“Yes sir,” Dominik too his position as guardian and Hunter headed for the stairs in search of breakfast.
Katherine had slept with the thick dreamless sleep of someone overwhelmed and exhausted after a night with an immortal. She stirred, the light streaming in from the window hitting her eyes. Finally waking, she sat up, looking around her. She was disoriented for a moment, but luckily she finally remembered where she was and what she and Hunter had done. A giant blush crept to her cheeks as she looked down and realized she was still nude, and Hunter was no where to be found.
"Hunter?" she called, hearing thick silence as a reply.
She pulled the sheet to cover her form as she stepped to the washbasin to clean out her mouth and clean her body. As she did so, she remembered Hunter's warm carresses, his deep kisses, and more than anything, she remembered the passion that overcame him as he took her body for himself. Feeling the despair that only a woman can feel when her lover is gone, she made sure the sheet was wrapped firmly around herself as she made her way to the door. Opening it a crack, she noticed the large, burly form of Dominik.
“Right here,” said Hunter, coming up the stairs with a tray of food in his hands, “Thank you Dominik, you can go have your breakfast now.” Dominik bowed and headed down the stairs.
Hunter entered the room, kissing Katherine as he passed, before placing the tray on a small table. He had bread an honey, as well as a bowl of raspberries that he had managed to convince the landlord to give him.
“I only went to get breakfast, had you feared that I’d gone, never to return?” he asked with a smile.