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.
Apologies for my unannounced absence, real life snuck up on me. It was a very busy end to the quarter. Hunter will be out of action for a while as I work on wrapping up his subplot. Michael will be active again as normal. Sorry to those who were waiting on me.
Hunter remained silent as Sara spoke of blood. She didn’t understand. The call of blood to him was something primal and horrific. He hated the feeling but knew that all he could do was suppress it, not banish it entirely. Still he had it under control for now.
“The reason that I am going to hand myself in,” the immortal explained, “is that considering what I have done I have no right to decide whether I deserve to walk this world freely. While it is probably true that there is more good that I could do outside of a prison cell I gave up the right to make that choice for myself long ago. Now I must face up to that.”
Hunter truly believed what he said. His actions had forfeited his right to choose to be free. It was now in the hands of others to decide. Whether or not the American courts where the right people to decide was debatable but they were supposed to be a fair justice system. Besides who else could impartially judge him for what he had done?
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.
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.
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.
Hunter could see that Sara was itching to say something but was glad that she held her tongue until he had finished speaking. He ended after leaving the church. Sara picked it up with his arrival at the clinic. His visit to the Sanctuary had been left out. He felt it would do anyone any good for him to fill in that missing detail. Few could understand the mindset of Aura and Meld. Hunter had once twisted someone into a similar state. Looking back it was one of his darkest moments in a very dark past. Those girls needed help and he felt that Sara would, with no disrespect to her, not be the one who could give it to them.
Her question gave Hunter pause for thought as the pair of them walked in the early morning light. Why had he risked it all? Initially he’d just been drawn on some primal level by the smell of blood. Then his rational mind kicked in and it was a mix of a snap decision to help and wanting to atone for past sins. But then he saw Meld. He’d promised to help the poor girl and had failed. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that he could have walked away. Even at his worst Hunter was a man of his word. It had been his one good quality.
“I was drawn on some base level by the smell of blood at first,” Hunter said, ashamed of the fact though he was he wasn’t going to deny it, “But then I saw people dying. I had to help. Both because it was the right thing to do but because I felt it might in some way offset some of the deaths I had caused. While I wish I could say it had been purely altruistic I needed to help those people. It was as much for me as for them.” He deliberately left Meld out. Sara didn’t need to know about her, at least not yet.
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.
Hunter nodded at Sara’s statement. Something about the heightened metabolism that often went along with a healing factor meant that sleeping wasn’t as easy. Part of the trade off. Her question was not unsurprising and he had a feeling that this was a tale that he would be retelling several times today.
“I was actually trying to help others,” he told Sara, “A pair of mutants were attacking a church full of humans. Their powers meant that without my own I would not be able to stop them. A girl at the steps of the church had been gutted and was dying. I drank her blood to gain access to my abilities to allow me to save the rest. Now I’m going to turn myself over to the police to face the consequences of ending that poor girl’s life.”
He deliberately did not mention who the two mutants were. Both Meld and Aura were deeply troubled individuals. Their pasts had messed them both up to such a degree that they could not be held wholly accountable for their actions. He had highlighted this with Lori and hoped that she would now take a more active role in helping the girls to avoid another incident like the church.
“Couldn’t get much sleep,” Hunter told Sara as he headed towards Spiritual Balance. He needed a change of clothes. For a while he said nothing as the pair of htem made their way through the quiet early morning streets.
“Thank you,” he said at last, “For last night. Without your help it would have been much worse.” Sara was one of the few people Hunter had met who was a physical match for him. Not only that but she had a healing factor of her own. While not quite as quick as his it allowed her to walk away from a lot worse than most could. Had it been necessary she might have been able to kill him.
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.
Hunter had risen early. He’d not gotten much sleep, then events of the night still playing heavily on his mind. One thing was certain and that was that he would face the consequences of his actions. Before this would have been swept aside in his relentless advance towards his own goals. Now he had stopped pushing on and would let his past catch up.
He was in fact stepping out the door of the clinic after a brief conversation with Sebastian as Sara came around the corner. As Sebastian didn’t have any suitably sized clothes Hunter was wearing the bloodstained trousers from the night before. Upon catching sight of Sara he smiled and began to walk towards her. “Morning,” he said. Not good morning, there was likely to be little good for him this day.
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.
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.
As do I. Hunter added mentally to Verdigirs’s words. It would be sometime now before they saw answers either way but he felt that he was on the right path. He rose with her in one fluid motion and stretched not unlike a cat uncurling from a nap. While their conversation had been intellectually stimulating his body was now itching for some action as well. Once He’d seen Verdigris out it would be time for a workout.
“Happy to help,” Hunter said with a smile as he walked with her to the door. Unlike some of his other clients Verdigris seemed to be more together. She was just a little unbalanced in one aspect of her life. It was nice to have a chance to make a first impression sincerely as a kind person than as a manipulative monster.
“You are always welcome here,” he told Verdigris with a warm smile, “Even if you just want to pop round for a quick chat. My door is always open.” It felt good to be able to say that with no ulterior motive. He truly would be there for her just to be there for here. No secret plans to exploit her for his own ends.
Hunter’s smile shifted slightly from warm to knowing as he answered her question by saying, “You already have. More than you know.” Just being able to help someone instead of hurt them was a welcomed change. So far his return to New York had been good. He was starting a new chapter of his life. However he didn’t dare to imagine that his past would not catch up with him sooner or later.