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.
“I feel the same as I have for the past four centuries,” Hunter replied, “but that doesn’t mean I’m not aging as we speak. I might only have another sixty years or so left. Only time will tell.”
He could sense her unease when she asked about how many clients he had seen so far. Verdigris didn’t want to be the only one in New York City coming for help. While seeing the need to ask for help as a weakness was a view he had once had Tibet had changed that. He would not be the man he was today without the help of others. After all as John Donne has said ‘No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent’.
“You are my sixth client and I have a few more lined up before the end of the week,” he told her with a reassuring smile, “I only started Monday, so for now you’ve got a good chunk of my time and attention. I hope that over time I will be bale to help more people so I may have to shorten sessions.”
Her question was one that Hunter had been wondering himself. He was still getting used to not having his full strength and speed available to him. It would take some time before he stopped feeling slow and weak, despite still surpassing normal people. Aging though, that was something else. He hadn’t tried to actively suppress it, but it might be tied in to his healing factor in which case he was no longer immortal. A thought both scary and exciting.
“Ask me again in five or ten years,” he told Verdigris with a smile, “I really don’t know myself. I suppressed each element of my powers individually. While I have made no active attempt to suppress my immortality it might be linked in with another aspect of my abilities. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
“I just heal at normal rate,” he told Verdigris, “Or else I’d be dead many times over by now. Truthfully it’s not so bad, especially now. Back then I had to be a little more careful but everyone was trying to kill me with swords. It took a while before I took the first club to the back of the head. I didn’t actually notice it at first truth be told. The whole accelerated healing was new so when i didn’t from a small scrape here and there it didn’t really register.”
“I have to admit though that the reduction in the usage of wood was one of my favourite things about technological advancement. Of course now though it matters little. I have suppressed my abilities and so no longer heal any faster than you from anything.” To do so would cost someone else blood and possibly their life. It wasn’t something Hunter was willing to do, not any more.
Hunter nodded at her summary. He not only could but needed to eat and drink, just like everyone else. “Biting won’t make the victim a vampire,” Hunter answered. It took a full blood transfusion with Hunter, replacing all of your blood with his. Very experimental and it had only worked once. “Someone made that up, probably hoping to get a measure of my power.”
“The key is wood,” he told Verdigris, “I’m allergic to wood. My healing factor doesn’t work on any wound inflicted by it. Any fatal wound caused my wood will kill me. A stake trough the heart is one way, but not the only one.”
“Werewolves are just mutants like you and me,” Hunter explained with a smile, “I think it’s at least partly hereditary but I’ve not fully looked into it. I’ve met a few over the years. Most are an adrenaline induced transformation. One was linked to the moon, but I think that a psychic had tried to contain his ability and the moon link was a side effect.”
Hunter nodded his thanks again to Sara as she prepared to head off. “Once I’ve got this all sorted out we can see about organising another session for you,” he offered. There were still the legal ramifications of what he had done to contend with. While many might have considered it prudent to avoid facing the law Hunter had no intention of running from this.
Also nodding in thanks to Sebastian he followed the old man to the offered room. While the pyjamas were not even remotely a good fit they were better then what he was wearing. Hunter would rather not sleep in something blood stained. It was only really now that what he had achieved with their help dawned on him. He was free. No longer was he bound by his need for blood. He still wanted it, wanted it so very much, but want was easier than needs. Before he needed to drink blood like everyone else needed to breathe air. Now he only wanted it like an addict wants their next fix. Hunter was too proud a man to let an addiction rule him.
His son’s bed. Hunter had completely forgotten about Sebastian’s new family. Where they here he would have put them at terrible risk. Regret flashed momentarily across Hunter’s face before he let the freezing burn of Sebastian’s healing distract him. “Point take,” he replied as the old man finished healing what he could not.
Hunter nodded his thanks to Sara as he rose to his feet. He was suddenly aware of his full power flowing through him without the burning need to drain Sara and Sebastian’s blood. The want was still there, pressing against the inside of his head, but he didn’t need to kill them. Closing his eyes he put back up the mental restraints and reigned in his power. With his power diminished the pulses of his companions were not so painfully apparent. His healing factor would use the little extra blood in his system to stitch up his minor wounds and he’d be clean by morning.
“Rest sounds great,” Hunter said as he opened his eyes again, “Thank you. Both of you. Without you I don’t think I would have been strong enough to overcome my addiction. For that I can never repay you. If you ever need my assistance you have but to ask for it.” Locking eyes with Sebastian he added, “I’m sorry for risking your family by coming here. Had they not been out this could have been much worse. In a small effort to repay you your family will always have my protection from now on. When you cannot look out for them I shall.” Hunter meant it. No harm would come to the old man’s family while he could do something about it.
Apologies for my absence from the cbox and slower rate of posting. I started my job two weeks ago and that’s left significantly less time for MRO than in the past. Once I’ve wrapped up Hunter’s Blood Addiction subplot he’ll be back out there for random threads with all. Also I hoping to bring Shield back in two weeks or so for more RPing with you guys.
Hunter drained his own bottle and listened to Madlaina. She was based at the mansion and he knew that there were excellent facilities there. He had once donated a large sum of money to the place for his own nefarious plans but the money had been used well. Madlaina would have no trouble practising their safely.
“You’ll always be welcome back,” Hunter replied with a smile and a wave as she left. Even if she couldn’t make it back here for a while he knew that the mansion would have competent trainers there who could continue her training. While they might not know Wing Chun they would teach her an appropriate style and not to try and emulate Rambo.
Verdigris seemed momentarily spellbound by Hunter’s true face. It wasn’t one he showed often and always seemed to have a powerful effect on those who saw it. Usually it was abject terror, and there was a hint of that in the girl’s face, but there was also something else that he saw from time to time. Wonder.
He could not help but chuckle at her latest question. “Yes,” he said with a broad smile that didn’t show a hint of fang, “This is just tea. Exotic tea from a far away land but there are no red ingredients in the recipe. I’m a vampire not Hannibal Lector.” In all his years Hunter had done a great many terrible deeds and inflicting all manner of horrors on people but not once had he forced or tricked them into consuming one another. Blood had been for him and him alone.
Verdigris’s reaction from the mention of the Twilight series’ author elicited a smile from Hunter. She was curious about him, not afraid. Or at least she was more curious than afraid. “While I won’t deny that James Marsters is a good looking man,” he admitted, “He loses his eyebrows when he pops his fangs. That’s not an attractive look for anyone. Me on the other hand...” Hunter flashed Verdigris a smile and extended his fangs. His canines extended to a little over an inch. While nothing seemed to change about his face it all seemed more intense somehow. Especially his eyes. Then he retracted his fangs and the intensity faded.
The string of questions that spilled forth from Verdigris were the usual suspects. All these weaknesses that he didn’t really have. “Answering questions one through five,” he said with a smile, “I was always a night owl. I made sure to keep my fangs in during the day and soon people started guessing that vampires couldn’t come out in the day. The mirror trick was something I used to do when I had my psychic abilities. At first I did it to freak people out. Then I started doing it regularly. Soon enough it was woven into the myth. I never liked garlic, especially with a heightened sense of smell. Over time that too became part of the myth. The crucifixes were a thing of the time. At first I believed as everyone did that I was a daemon. A spawn of the devil. As such I didn’t pick fights with God. Minions of the dead, that began with Reverend Beklea I think. A few sermons about how I was the dead come back. Apparently I was a punishment on the world. That spread and somewhere along the line someone added zombies and skeletons. Any more questions?”
He’d not directly mentioned that he had killed anyone but nor had he lied. It wasn’t unlikely that Verdigris hadn’t worked this out. If she asked directly he wouldn’t lie. No longer would he keep his past hidden. He wouldn’t conceal who he had been. But he wasn’t him anymore. If that was too much for her, if she didn’t want anything more to do with him, then he would let her walk away.
Hunter studied Verdigris’s face intently while keeping his own blank. She seemed more curious than concerned. Finally she said the word. Vampire. “Would it surprise you to discover that I am the origin of all vampire myths?” he asked, still keeping his face neutral. This was after all a lot to process. Perhaps more than discovering he was immortal.
“I believe many would now use the term ‘vegetation vampire’” he said unable to keep the look of contempt from his face, “As coined by that dreadful novelist Stephenie Meyer. I put a lot of effort into cultivating the mythology that surrounded me. But over the past few years she has made vampires all cute and cuddly.”
He paused, closed his eyes and sighed. “My apologies,” he said opening his eyes again, “I am a very proud man. It’s one of my flaws. I spent three hundred years cultivating the vampire myth and it has taken her just five years to ruin it. It should no longer matter, I am no longer that person, but ‘sparkly vampires’ touch a nerve. I always preferred Joss Whedon’s version of vampires. Although I think I look better with my fangs extended than his do.” He smiled at his little joke to try and lighten the mood after his rant. One of these days he really needed to have a talk with Stephenie Meyer.
Hunter couldn’t help but smile. He loved being cryptic and leaving people scratching their heads. “My powers are all linked to blood,” he explained to Verdigris, “My blood makes me immortal. The blood of others makes me stronger, faster, with sharper senses and I can heal from almost any wound. I also used to have some psychic abilities, telepathy and power mimicry, but I sacrificed them to curb my need for blood.”
There were a lot of details that Hunter had left out of his brief power recaps. Mainly the trail of corpses across five centuries. He had however not lied and would truthfully answer any questions that the girl might have. If what she heard frightened her and she wished to end her sessions with him then so be it. He had taught her enough that she would be alright. While he hoped that she would continue her sessions he would respect Verdigris’s wishes.
“I can imagine that being problematic,” Hunter replied, “I’ve known a few mutants who have had disastrous results with uncontrolled powers. For example I’m fairly certain that hurricane Katrina was initiated by a mutant.”
While he had never confirmed that Zephyr was the root cause of Katrina there was compelling evidence. After employing the man he had looked into his past and cross referencing his location with the weather records had confirmed he was in the vicinity of the origin point when the storm that would develop into Katrina formed.
“But you have it under control now which is good. I’ve trained many mutants how to control their powers over the years. It’s one of the services that I offer here in fact. It’s trickier now I can no longer copy abilities but I think I’ve learned enough now that I can train mutants without borrowing their power.” He couldn’t help but smile. Verdigris was bound to have questions now.
Hunter arched an eyebrow at Verdigris and smiled. “I’ve known many mutants in my time,” he said, “and I’ve not met any with an ability close to yours. I did used to know one who could morph his hand into a gun but he was a machine like mutant. I assume that unlike many mutants you have your ability under control? After all you’ve not fired the cup across the room.”
It was nice to meet a mutant who had control of their power. He’d met several this week that he’d been working with to help control their powers, Andrea, Shana and Molly. Back when he formed the Kabal many of the mutants he had initially recruited had needed training. Truthfully he was probably one of the best people to train mutants who didn’t have a danger room. He had a wealth of experience on the matter hand had time and again shown results.
“Sonething like that,” Hunter replied with a smile as he set down the now empty kettle, “If you don’t mind me asking are you a mutant? Your boss is and you know that I am so you clearly have no problem with them like some others in this city.” He remembered the lunch he had, or tried to have, with Meld yesterday.
“I’m just curious. If you’d rather not say that’s fine.” He’d been receiving a lot of mutant clients, which was understandable as an active X gene was a very easy way to unbalance your life even if everyone was accepting of the fact. Verdigris may be comfortable with mutants but that didn’t mean she was one. It mattered little to him whether she was or not. As he had said he was simply curious.