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 understood. Verdigris currently had a good thing going for her and her main focus now was in not screwing it up. Hunter himself had had a rough time of things when he developed his mutation at first but he had the power and lack of morals to change it fast at the expense of others. How things would have been different if he had valued human life back then?
“The advantage I have is that I have all the time in the world,” he replied with a smile, “Barring a great disaster Paris and Rome will still be there in fifty years and I can go travelling again to all my old hangouts. For now though running this helps me more than you know. I think I’ll probably spend a few years here at least.”
Hunter felt that using his ill gotten gains to fund Spiritual Balance was just like giving to charity only with a little more control over it. It certainly wasn’t a business. There was no profit in it and without his reserves of funds he would need donations to keep it running. But as things were he’d be set until Katrina had grey hair.
Giraffes were an interesting animal. There was something about them that intrigued Hunter. They seemed stretched out. He always wondered if they were meant to be a more compact animal but had simply kept growing.
“Simple lives are often the most peaceful,” he told Katrina, “It’s when things become more complicated that the peace is disturbed. Advancement has lead to many wonders but equally many horrors. I know. I’ve seen it happen.” The world was no better a place now than it was four hundred years ago. Sebastian could probably attest to the fact that it had been this way for much longer. Human nature was still human nature and until that changed there would be no real progress. Hunter wondered if that day would ever come. If it did he hoped to still be around to see it.
Revenge? Now that was an interesting topic that Mr Samson had brought up. In decades gone by Hunter was one to always make sure he took revenge against personal slights. Also he would allow others to attempt to take revenge on him. Those driven by revenge oft made more challenging opponents. However none had succeeded in besting him. None save one.
“Revenge is a most interesting subject,” Hunter said as he moved his own knight to c3, “Many people over the years have mused on it. The great poets Homer and Byron have both said, to paraphrase them, ‘Revenge is sweet’. However others such as Benjamin Franklin have said ‘Tis more noble to forgive, and more manly to despise, than to revenge an injury’ or Martin Luther King saying ‘That old law about “an eye for an eye” leaves everybody blind’. But the words that appeal to me most from throughout history are from the Talmud. ‘Live well. It is the greatest revenge’”
That was how Hunter felt about such matters now. Simply having revenge only made you even. It is to him far greater to be the better man. Rising above it and doing the right thing will benefit you in the long run. Hunter knew men whose obsessions with revenge on him had destroyed their lives far more thoroughly than he ever could.
Cold. Stomach cold. Why? Healing? Stomach was healing. Prey was healing stomach. Prey was healing the Beast. The Beast smiled. Fangs glistened in the light. Predatory visage loomed over prey. Prey barely held back the Beast. It leaned in. It went for the kill. It wanted the kill. It needed the kill. It would have the kill.
Crunch. Wood? Wood! Behind it. The cat had wood. The Beast feared wood. But prey was so close. An inch more. Wood! The Beast rolled away to one side. Rose in a crouch. Primal growl issued from its throat. Cat had wood. Cat needed to die. Cat would die. Cat would feed the Beast. Stomach was now just a small hole. Man had helped healing. The Beast was strong again. It lunged with a hiss. Diving for the cat. Eyes locked on the wood. Must avoid the wood. Must take wood from cat. Must kill cat. Will kill cat. Will feed.
Hunter gave Katrina a sidelong glance when she mentioned needing the right team. Was there something she wasn’t telling him? The hidden message of his advice was to not try it alone. While her powers could make her invisible to humans, it wouldn’t work on machines unless her power had developed since they’d last spoken.
“I can’t return the money to those I stole it from as they have been gone for centuries. They way I see it all I can do with it now is try and use it for good,” he told Katrina, “By using the funds to open up Spiritual balance I think that I have made a start.” He could understand where Katrina was coming from but as he had said he couldn’t really return it. Also most of the people he had stolen from could afford it. So it was sort of a very delayed Robin Hood effect.
Hunter didn’t know nor care how Sebastian felt about him right now, all that mattered was that they he agreed to let him inside. He followed the older man into the clinic and followed him upstairs. As they went Hunter was acutely aware of the pulse in Sebastian’s neck. It pulsed rhythmically at him as if tempting him to a taste. He could feel the need building inside him, a desire that could not be denied and would only be quenched with blood. His hand was slowly rising unbidden and he’d almost grabbed Sebastian’s shoulder before he knew what he was doing. He snapped it back to his side and his fists clenched involuntarily. Shaking his head Hunter rubbed his eyes as they reached a bathroom. He stepped inside and was about to remove his clothes when everything flashed red...
Hunger. The beast was hungry. Needed food. Food was near. The beast could smell it. There. It turned to face its prey. A man. Small, horned, white hair, blue eyes. Familiar. Had the beast met him? Matters not. The man has blood. The beast can feed. The beast will feed. Moving with primal force it grabbed the prey. It extended fangs. It went to bite. The beast will...
Suddenly Hunter was holding Sebastian by the shoulders, fangs extended and about to bite him. Recoiling from Sebastian’s neck he held the man at arm’s length. “What just...” he began. Suddenly his thoughts were moving too fast for his mouth to keep up. He’d lost control, blacked out, and almost attacked Sebastian. “Out,” he said almost throwing Sebastian out the door and glaring at Sara. Grabbing the handle he looked them both in the eye. “Prepare yourselves,” he warned them, “Whatever comes out this door won’t be me. It’ll be the monster inside me. You must stop it from killing anyone.” With that he slammed the door shut and locked it.
He was running out of time. They all where. Soon he’d be out of control. He needed to do something to help them but he couldn’t think what. Both their heartbeats were ringing loud and clear in his ears. Covering them with his hands he forced himself to think. Last time his body had overworked itself he passed out from blood loss. The sooner he burned through all the blood in his system the batter for everyone. His healing factor used a lot of blood. Hunters fist when through the glass door of the shower. “Sorry Seb,” he mumbled as he ripped out a section of the metal door frame. Spinning it idly he knew how much this next bit would hurt. In one swift motion his impaled himself on the metal rod that had been a side of the shower door. His hissed in pain and pulled the bar back out. That really hurt, Hunter hated being impaled. However his healing factor was kinking in and the wound was being knitted closed. Now all he had to do was...
Gone. Prey gone. The beast spun and scanned the room. It sniffed the air. It listened to the sounds. Prey was close. Could smell it. Could hear its heartbeat. Spinning hurt. Stomach in pain. Big wound. Was healing. Needed blood. Blood help healing. Prey not in room. There. Prey behind door. Door made of wood. Wood bad. Foot has shoe. The beast gave a wicked smile. It lunged for the door. Leaping at it the beast kicked it off its hinges. Prey was here. The beast lunged.
(OOC: Hope you don’t mind a little God Modding. Feel free to decide amongst yourselves who Hunter is lunging at.)
Hunter smiled and nodded thanks and took another sip of his tea. Whether or not he deserved forgiveness was up for debate. He could guess the reason for the look of worry that passed over her face. After all this time would it have been better to not return? People would have moved on by now. Would his return simply open old wounds? It was something that he had spent a lot of time thinking about. While there was no question that he needed this it would also help others in the long run. His sudden and unexpected disappearance meant that while some may have been able to simply ignore what had happened they wouldn’t have closure. They all needed closure to truly move on.
Bringing himself out of his own thoughts he changed the subject and asked Verdigris, “So what are your plans for the future? Do you intend to start climbing the secretarial ranks or are you looking for something else long term?”
“Centre of mass,” Hunter replied with a grin as she brought the ball to a halt. Manouvering could use some work but they’d get to that. Thrusting something fast in a direction simply required power. Weaving it gracefully through the air required much more control over precisely where you applied the power.
Suddenly the ball darted towards his right foot. He neatly hopped backwards to dodge but could see what Shana was trying. She was going to try and bounce the ball off the floor and use the rebound to change direction faster. Very clever.
“That it was,” Hunter replied with a smile as he finished his cone, “Proved to be very popular indeed. It is a combination of jewel heists and shrewd investments that are responsible for the fortune I have today.” There were also assassination jobs that had contributed but Katrina didn’t need to know that. While he had recently lost control of many of his active assets it left him far from poor. He just activated a rainy day fund, one of several that were scattered around the world. Also he’d begun investing in various humanitarian corporations to allow him to continue to earn while having a positive effect on the world.
“While I advise on investing money don’t go along the jewel heist route,” he told Katrina with a grin, “Security has improved a lot since my day. Back then there were just locked doors, high walls and patrolling guards. Now there are cameras, lasers, pressure sensors, microphones and all sorts. It’s a lot harder to make off with the crown jewels now.”
What had happened? Sebastian was now at the door and Sara was circling him. Two powerful mutants were now either side of him wanting to know what had happened. Was Hunter so arrogant as to believe that between them they could not do something to stop him hurting others? He was good and he knew it but he wasn’t that good. At least he hoped for everyone#s sakes that he wasn’t
Taking a deep breath Hunter composed himself before answering. “Someone I was helping had gone missing,” he explained starting at the beginning, “I went looking for her when I came across two Order members attacking a congregation at a church. I wanted to stop them, to save people, but I couldn’t without my powers. Also there was too much blood in the air, I couldn’t think straight. There was a girl on the steps who was touching death. There was no hope for her. I took her life so that I might save others. But the effects of her blood are now wearing off and in minutes I’ll need to feed again. I don’t know if I’m strong enough to resist the urge and I don’t want to hurt anyone else.”
He looked the old man in the eye. “I didn’t know where else to go,” he admitted, “The police aren’t equipped to hold me and I’d never make it to the mansion. Can you keep me contained until I’ve got the urges under control?” If he couldn’t then people were going to die tonight. Best case it would just be him. Worst case it would be many others.
Why did he come back? Now that was a question that to be fully answered would require much more tea. It wasn’t a short story and now wasn’t the time for it but he’d give Verdigris the cliff notes. Hunter wasn’t hiding his past from her but wouldn’t go into details for now.
“I left New York two years ago leaving a lot of damage in my wake,” he told her, “I had hurt a lot of people. With seclusion and time I came to realise that I couldn’t simply run from this but that I needed to return and face up to the consequences of my actions. There are many people to whom I owe an apology.” At the very least.
Hunter could not help but give a wry smile as Mr Samson removed the grass from under his hat. It appeared that it had been some sort of test. Mr Samson was seeking to gauge his reaction. Whether he had passed or not remained to be seen.
“I might where I addressing a wretched creature instead of an upstanding gentleman,” replied Hunter as he went on the offensive. He advanced his bishop to h6 and took Mr Samson’s. “Feel free to ask me at your leisure. As for my revaluation I have come to appreciate others as I have not done before. The realisation that your life can be enhanced by others by method beyond simply exploiting them to your own ends has been a profound one for me. “
This new realisation was why he was taking Katrina to the zoo tomorrow. He just wanted to do something to make her happy. No strings, no hidden agenda and no manipulation to use the situation to his advantage. Just the two of them enjoying the zoo. He was very much looking forward to it even if he wasn’t yet sure if he liked zoos.
“You’re quite correct,” he told Molly with a smile, “Rome wasn’t built in a day after all. We will keep trying. And for now at least you’ve learned a few meditation techniques.” This first session hadn’t been as productive as some of the others but then again he couldn’t expect every session to yield a breakthrough straight away. These things take time.
“Just talk to Ellie on the way out,” Hunter informed Molly, “She’ll organise an appointment for next week at your convenience.” Hunter offered a respectful nod as Molly left. No longer in range of her suppressing aura he felt the weight of his power pressing against his mental barriers again. While the session might not have yielded much progress with Molly’s control it had been a nice change for him to not have to keep a constant mental vigil against his own abilities.
Sebastian was home. Thank whatever deity might be out there that the old unicorn was in. Hunter actually sank to his knees as tears of joy streamed down his face. Now he could... He could what? What could Sebastian possibly do? Hunter was injured or ill. He was simply who he was. What could be done about that? Hunter’s tears changed from those of joy to ones of sorrow and fear. Why had he thought that he could be helped? No one could help him. He would always be a monster. All he could do was to hide away from people and hope that no one ever found him.
He soft thump nearby brought Hunter out of his despair. The scent of the newcomer filled his nostrils. “Sara?” Hunter asked as he staggered to his feet and turned to face her, “Get away. You’re in danger. Everyone is in danger. I have to...”
What?
What could he do?
What could anyone do?
Hunter was going to lose control any minute now. Then he would be in a blood frenzy. None of them could stop him. Sebastian would live through it and so might Sara but not others. More would die tonight. And they would keep dying. Hunter collapsed to his knees as he openly wept for the deaths he was about to cause. “Run,” he begged through the tears, “Get away. Get everyone you can away from me.”