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.
It was nicer of them that Verdigris knew. Upon his arrival Hunter had nearly killed one of the monks. However the two became firm friends as time passed. Not killing Anil had been the first step on a road that he was still walking.
“I’m sure that there are some other monks in New York,” he mused as he poured himself another cup and offered Verdigris the last of the tea, “but I don’t think many are quite as high profile as I am. Most won’t decide to run a spiritual self help clinic that is advertised around the city for example.” He smiled at the title ‘monk of New York’. It sounded a little like a tag line for one of those modern action movies.
With effort Hunter opened his eyes and looked up at Sebastian who was kneeling beside him. He offered the old man a weak smile and said, “A regular bed will be fine. Coffins were always murder on my back.” Taking a moment to gather himself he forced himself up onto his elbows. His head spun with the effort but he managed to stay conscious.
He gritted his teeth as Sebastian went to work healing. The old man’s healing was a damn sight less pleasant than his own. Something about his healing abilities meant that they dampened pain and he felt wounds inflicted by anything save wound sort of distantly. Sebastian’s healing was like having his wounds flash frozen away. It was deeply unpleasant. “Your healing sucks,” Hunter replied through his teeth, “I prefer my own brand. Although I prefer the price of yours.”
Much as he wanted to walk to the offered bed he didn’t feel up to it. He’d almost certainly need help getting to a bed. For now however he was enjoying not needing to kill the pair of them while Sebastian regenerated a chunk of his internal organs. He still wanted to, he really wanted to, but he didn’t need to. And he’d learned how to control his desires. They were safe. He hoped that everyone would now be safe. One thing he was certain of was that the need would return should he consume blood again. He would only do that in a time of great desperation. For everyone’s sake he hoped he would never have to.
“Not at all,” he said with a smile in answer to her unasked question of if it was ok to ask about what he had been up to for two years, “I headed straight for Tibet upon leaving New York. There was a monastery I knew of there a century or so ago. It is still there. I met the new master of the monastery and worked with him on personal issues. Ones that I had ignored for the majority of my very long life.”
“I also learned a lot about helping people as they helped me and once I had my issues sorted out,” or at least mostly sorted out Hunter added to himself privately, “I decided to make use of what I knew and came back here to offer my help to those who wanted it.”
Hunter was glad to see improvement and Madlaina keep her balance. However a few punches later and it was clear that the girl was near her limit. “That’s enough,” he said with a smile as he lowered the pad, “You’ve done very well today. I’m impressed.”
Setting the pad down to one side he picked up two water bottles and held one out for Madlaina. “Here. Now where are you staying if you don’t mind me asking? I don’t want you to practise unless you have a proper facility. Last thing I want to see is you getting yourself hurt. But if you can find good facilities a little practise every day will go a long way. The stance, punches and breakfalls. But good work today. If you talk to Ellie she’ll try and organise a weekly session for you.”
Wait!? Why were they waiting? Hunter didn’t know how long he could hold back the Beast. Even now he could feel it clawing away at the cage of pain he was using to keep it in some sort of check. Impatiently Hunter listened to the old man before him. The more Sebastian talked the more Hunter realised that he was right. He needed to fight his own battles.
As Sebastian stepped closer Hunter could hear the immortal’s heart racing and his eyes were riveted on the pulse at his neck. It took everything he had not to step forward and take what his body needed. As Sebastian rolled up his sleeve Hunter’s eyes snapped to his wrist with the pulsing veins clearly visible to his heightened senses. Sebastian’s words were faint in the background as all Hunter’s senses focused on his wrist. Then he drew blood. Every muscle in Hunter’s body tensed and slowly against his will his hands began to rise. He wasn’t strong enough. This time he was fighting himself, not some external threat. It would be so much easier to just give in. Just let the Beast win...
No. He was Hunter Antonescu. He was four hundred and thirty nine years old. He was one of the world’s most powerful mutants. For four centuries he’d struck fear in the hearts of all and had bested all comers. He would not lose now.
His arms froze and his eyes focused briefly on Sebastian’s with steely resolve before snapping shut. This was a battle of the mind. He had once had psychic abilities that could influence the minds of others. While in Tibet he’d had those powers turned inwards giving him mastery over his own mind and control of his powers. The Beast was an avatar of his primal instincts. Nothing more than a psychic construct in his mind. He was that master of his mind. Not the Beast.
The mindscape of Hunter’s mind was the old forest in Romania where he grew up. It was the middle of the night and a full moon was high in the sky. Somewhere lurking in this forest was the Beast. Only one of them was coming out of this forest tonight. Cautiously Hunter began to walk into the woods.
There. Prey moving. Walking in woods. Beast kill prey. Then Beast kill cat. Kill man. Feed. Beast want to feed. First kill prey.
Hunter heard movement and froze, straining to locate it. Suddenly iy burst forth from the undergrowth. It lunged and tackled Hunter to the ground. Rolling with it he kicked the Beast across the clearing and came up in a crouch. Opposite him across the clearing was the Beast. It was himself but with long wild hair and covered in blood. With a feral snarl the Beast lunged. Roaring Hunter charged to meet him head on. The locked up and strained against one another. At first they seemed evenly matched but soon Hunter realised that he was slowly being driven down. Try as best he could he was soon forced to his knees.
The Beast was stronger and there was no getting round that. But Hunter might be faster. Now on his knees Hunter adjusted his grip and quickly lifted the Beast up off the ground and flung him across the clearing. He charged in after it but the Beast was back on its feet before he caught up with it and lashed out knocking Hunter back. Landing hard he tried his best to roll with it and scrabble to his feet.
He’d barely gotten up when the Beast was on him again smashing him to the ground. Rolling aside he narrowly avoided having his face smashed it. Rising to his knees he struck out but the Beast blocked and hit back knocking him back again. Leaping on to him the Beast began to pound away at him. Hunter covered his face with his arms and desperately tried to think. The Beast was stronger and faster than he was and he simply couldn’t keep up. However this was Hunter’s mindscape and he was master here. Grabbing the Beast by the shoulders he threw it off and flipped up to his feet. Extending out his right hand a length of chain materialised in it.
The Beast scrabbled to his feet and rushed forwards on all fours. Whirling the chain above his head he whipped out with it. The Beast raised an arm defensively and the length of chain wrapped round its wrist. Flicking the chain to one side he threw the Beast off balance. Turning he extended the other length of chain and began to whirl it above his head. Flinging it at a nearby tree the chain wrapped itself securely around the trunk.
Hunter turned back to the Beast just in time to catch a blow across the jaw the knocked him to the ground. Rolling with it as best he could he got back to his feet and back away from the Beast as it began to lope forward again. Materialising another length of chain he quickly got this one secured to another tree on the opposite side of the clearing while avoiding the Beast. As the Beast got the end of the chain it was bound to it was yanked to an abrupt halt. Reaching out with its free hand it tried to claw at Hunter who stood just out of reach. Lashing out with the length of chain he coiled it around the Beast’s leg.
Anchored by two points Hunter could begin to end this. Creating two more lengths of chain he lashed them to trees before attaching them to the Beast’s unchained limbs. It thrashed against its bonds but was secured tight. Conjuring more chain Hunter bound the Beast securely so that it couldn’t move. Try as it might the Beast was restrained. Hunter had won.
Throughout the mental battle Hunter had remained frozen with his eyes closed and his hands half raised. His eyes snapped open and Hunter collapsed to the ground. He was mental and physically exhausted but he was once again himself. Through force of will he had mastered his instincts and while he still felt a powerful urge for blood he didn’t need it. He only wanted it. Most likely he would always want it. However for now it was better. He just wanted to kill Sara and Sebastian, he didn’t need to.
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The pain actually helped Hunter focus. Sara had managed to impale him with a piece of wood. His entire right side burned with it and the wound felt as if it was on fire. Hunter took the burning feeling of pain and shoved it all at the Beast forcing it back and caging it in agony. He was barely aware of Sebastian getting off his back.
“Knock me out,” he said through gritted teeth. Holding back the Beast was only half the struggle. The pain was almost unbearable and while it helped cage the Beast it also was a tremendous burden on him. “When I come to I should be more myself.” In his head he went through the full explanation. Right now the reason he was struggling to keep control over his instincts was that his body was in a state of desperately needing blood. While it would produce its own given time it wanted a quick fix now which is why he was attacking them. If knocked out his body would temporarily shut down while it made more blood. Once he came too he wouldn’t need blood. He would still crave it but that he could work on. Want was much easier to resist than need.
The effort of vocalising the thought process would simply be too much. “Do it,” he urged Sara staring at the longer piece of wood for emphasis, “If I wake up not myself then you stop me at any cost. Promise me that.” He needed them to promise him. They had to stop him if he couldn’t stop himself. He would not kill anyone else.
Hunter smiled and waved at Katrina as she left. He was already looking forward to next week. While he’d need to check if there was a circus in town he was really looking forward to taking Katrina to a good circus.
Rather than take a cab Hunter decided to walk back. It was a pleasant stroll through Central Park on a sunny Sunday afternoon. Enjoying the little little things in life. In his head he started running through the appointments he had for next week. Follow up sessions with Meld, Sara, Verdigris, Shana, Madalina, Kai, Molly and Andrea as well as Circe’s first session. Looks like he was in for a busy week. What Hunter didn’t realise was just how busy it was going to be.
Katrina was enjoying being able to reach out and stroke the giraffe. The keeper not so much. With a grin Hunter popped Katrina back down on the ground and headed for the exit. “Every now and then it’s good to break the rules,” he told Katrina with a smile, “You just have to pick the right rule, time and place.”
Reaching the exit he flagged down a cab. “My first time at the zoo’s been great,” he said as the cab pulled up, “Now I understand why people go to the zoo. So the circus next Sunday?” he asked with a mischievous smile as he pulled out enough money for the cab fare home plus a little extra. If possible he wanted to try and make these trips with Katrina a weekly thing. She was a positive influence on him and it was good to have her in his life. He was trying to surround himself with people like her now rather than the people who he worked with before.
Madlaina was leaning back a little too far at first but after she threw a few punches she corrected and Hunter gave her a reassuring smile. If she could feel for herself what was wrong rather than be told by him she’d be likely to remember it better.
Two more punches and he stepped back again in time with her next punch and prepared himself to catch her should she stumble. However this time he hoped she’d be able to hold her balance. She’d stayed upright the first time and now had a better stance.
Hunter could see Katrina droop a little when he mentioned the facts of the technological advancement. She was naive but always meant well and Hunter didn’t want to bring her down with the facts of life. Odds on she’d learn them all soon enough.
“While here in the western world we benefit from a lot of technological advancements,” he told her, “In other parts people only experience weapon advancements. Once there is an even spread of the beneficial technology that we have then we’ll see some true worldwide benefit. The biggest challenge is human nature. There are always going to be those who will try to advance themselves at the expense of others. How well prepared we are to deal with them and how well we educate people to show them that this is wrong will be the most important.”
Offering her a warm smile he picked Katrina up so she could reach the giraffe’s nose. While he was fairly certain you weren’t supposed to do this he felt that it wouldn’t matter just this once. After this he’d call her a cab so she could get back to the mansion. It had been a good day, one that he had needed. He hoped to organise more in the future.
Hunter offered Madalaina a reassuring smile. “It’s a little test of mine,” he explained, “If you have the technique perfect a miss won’t cost you your balance. You stumbled a little but kept your feet. I’ve known people who’ve fallen over when I do this. You’ve not got the technique perfect yet but you kept your feet.”
“Now remember,” he said as he adopted the stance Madlaina was using, “You need to keep leaning backwards slightly. That is what will keep you balanced when you throw a punch. Try again. I’m going to pull the pad away unexpectedly again and we’ll see if you can keep balance while hitting the pad hard when it’s there.”
Hunter held the bag back up again and planned to let her have four hits before pulling it aside. He hoped that she would get better at keeping her balance now he’d reminded her about the stance she needed to keep.
Hit cat. Not hard. Cat will live. Not for long. Man on back? Man want to be eaten? Bite. Cant reach man. Cat moved. Cat kicking. The Beast leapt. Straight up. Slam man into ceiling. That make man get off. Then feed on man. Feed!
Pity. That was one thing that Hunter had never accepted from anyone in four hundred years of living. He wasn’t about to start now. Gathering himself he fought for control. He was better than this. Better than the Beast. He was in control. Not the Beast. Him. Hunter Antonescu. He was master of his own destiny and would not thrash like a rabid dog!
With force of will powered by anger he suppressed the Beast as he came back down. He stood facing Sara arms by his side. His whole body shook as if under tension and he wasn’t aware of whether or not Sebastian was still on his back. It was taking everything he had just to remain still. He couldn’t speak yet and didn’t know how long he could hold on. But he had given them their chance. The chance to stop this.
Hunter was many things but one of the core traits that he had was pride. It was that which Sebastian was playing on. It was working. The old immortals words had managed to reach Hunter. He wasn’t in control, far from it, but he was at the very least aware. What he was aware of was his stomach was almost completely healed and he was now trying very hard to kill Sara.
She was a physical match for him. While faster than him Hunter was a little stronger and healed a little faster, except from wood. The clever girl was holding a makeshift wooden baton now. Both of them were moving flat out and he had a fraction of a second to try and intervene helpfully and bring this to an end as quickly as possible.
The cat was quick. Quicker than the Beast. But Beast was cunning. Would take wood. Not if Hunter could intervene. He paused the grab for a fraction of a second and the Beast just missed taking the wood. Beast missed. Cat very quick. Cat tap arm. Arm hurt. Not bad. Cat span from door. Beast dropped onto all fours as it reach door. Kicked out with legs. Kick cat away. Then eat the man. Feed!
Just stopping the beast for that fraction of a second had been mentally exhausting. The Beast’s will was so strong but Hunter couldn’t let up. He began to gather his mental strength and waited for another opportunity to intervene. Hopefully he could give Sara an opening to stop him.
“Indeed,” Hunter replied taking another sip, “Having somewhere that you can call home after a long time travelling is as good as travelling itself. I own an myriad of properties around the globe so if I travel I’ll most likely have somewhere nearby where I can stay. Having your own house is always batter than staying in a hotel room I find.”
Some of the properties he owned he’d not been to in over a century but he had a cleaner for each who would come once a month and make sure all was in order. He doubted that a young lady like Verdigris owned her own place, even with her new job. She most likely rented or possibly lived in the Sanctuary or Mansion if she was a mutant. Her boss clearly was and was open to employees about it but that didn’t mean she was. Personally it didn’t matter to Hunter anymore than whether she had green eyes.