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.
Spiritual Balance – Meld, Shana, Mirror, Lenna, Andrea, Verdigris Hunter’s return to New York, opening of his new establishment and organising appointments with various people.
Old Friends – Calley Calley comes to see Hunter’s changed lifestyle for himself. He’s not convinced.
Apologies – Ghost, Sebastian Hunter apologises for destroying Ghost’s office and goes to see Sebastian and apologise for trying to kill him. He then asks how Sebastian copes with his immortality.
Hunter couldn’t resist gently clapping Kai on the back as he made his way unsteadily to his feet. The boy had worked hard and was most likely now going to go home to a well earned rest. Hunter watched as Kai made a appointment with Ellie for next week and then dragged himself home.
While Kai might have been tired Hunter had barely broken a sweat. He’d used a lot less effort in the sparring and hadn’t done any drills. So he picked up his staff and stood opposite the dummy. Taking a deep breath he started running through all six moves he would teach Kai one after the other. He’d be at this for at least half an hour and would try and push himself to go an hour. After that a shower and a relaxing meditation to unwind.
“We’ll stick to the temple strike four now,” Hunter told Kai, “But we will move on to the others soon enough. If possible I’ll see if Ellie can arrange for a weekly session so I can check on your progress and move things along at the right pace.” He could almost see Kai bursting with questions. Hopefully this would soon teach him the value of not over thinking a fight.
“Next broomstick battle you get into you’ll probably knock the other guy for a loop,” Hunter assured him with a smile. Kai’s basic knowledge was a good base for Hunter to build on. He felt confident that the boy would become a very competent staff fighter.
Hunter rose as Andrea did and offered a smile. “You will always be welcome,” he assured her as he walked her towards the exit, “Just make another appointment with Ellie for sometime next week. I’ll provide the snacks this time.” It had been a while since Hunter had baked anything and it was something he was looking forward to trying again.
“You’ve made excellent progress for a single session. Just remember the techniques that I’ve shown you and that you are the master of your memories, they cannot master you,” he said with a smile and pat on the shoulder. She really was all skin and bones. He might bring it up next time to find out if she wasn’t eating a lot and if it was for emotional reasons.
And so Hunter had his answer. Body first. The boy was exhausted with sweat pouring off him and his limbs beginning to tremble but still prepared to try again. “That’s alright,” Hunter told Kai with a smile as he passed him a water bottle, “Just take a seat. We’ll have a break.” The boy had sparred with Hunter in which he’d gone flat out at him for almost a minute than started drills straight after. His fitness wasn’t bad. Not as good as Hunter’s but the immortal was fairly sure that he was still slightly beyond the human maximum in most areas.
“So you got somewhere at yours where you could set up something similar to this?” Hunter asked the boy, “Because if so I want you to do at least three sets of ten a day. They don’t have to be all at once but try not to slack off. You’ll soon start to build the muscle memory.”
Hunter rolled to his feet as he landed on the rooftop and carried on running. Time was short. Reaching the edge of the roof he leapt the gap and landed and rolled on the next. He had thirty minutes tops until he needed to feed again. It was likely that he would lose control before then but how much before then he didn’t know. Also he was ten minutes away from the clinic. He really hoped Sebastian was in.
They’d only met once since his return and it hadn’t exactly been friendly but honestly Hunter had no one else to turn to. While there were others who might be able to contain him there were none that could take anything that he dished out quite like Sebastian could. He’d already tried to kill the man once and Sebastian had walked away. His family on the other hand...
Who else could he turn to? If he’d stayed at the sanctuary he would most likely have killed someone. While the Order were tough none of them had faced him flat out aiming to kill. Had he been trying to both Meld and Aura would be dead in the church. It wasn’t bragging, it was simple fact. They’d have done him a great deal of damage but he’d heal. They wouldn’t. as far as they both knew Sebastian could heal from anything. He was the only person Hunter couldn’t kill in a blood frenzy.
And so it was that at half two in the morning Hunter was hammering on the door of the Iris clinic. He’d lost his shirt back at the church and still hadn’t cleaned all the blood of himself. Most of it was his but not all. If Sebastian turned him away he didn’t know what he would do. Most likely kill again. There was nowhere else nearby that he could go to. For the first time in a long time Hunter was scared. Not for himself but for everyone around him. Without help more people were going to die tonight. Had he made the right choice back at the church? He didn’t know, he really didn’t know.
The boy was a quick study. He wasn’t over eager and losing accuracy to gain power. Kai’s expressions and movements back to the start after each technique betrayed the ache in his muscles but he was working through the pain. This was good, he wasn’t giving up just because it was starting to hurt a little bit.
“Good,” Hunter praised, “You’re starting to get it. Now ten more. Keep uping the pace but don’t compromise your accuracy and technique.” Hunter kept his face neutral as he asked for another ten. He was intrigued as to how far the boy could be pushed. What would they reach first, his mental or physical limit?
Hunter looked at each animal with new eyes. No longer was everything being appraised in terms of its use to his own personal advancement. Now he could just enjoy things for what they were even if they had no bearing on himself.
Once they stepped back outside into the light he couldn’t help but make a quick glance to see if he was sparkling. Damn you Stephenie Meyer. Hunter really needed to have a word with that woman at some point. He’d made a throw away comment about not sparkling but that was something that Katrina could change. Much to his relief he wasn’t glittering in the sunlight.
As they stopped for an ice cream Hunter got a simple cone. It was a lot different from the first ice cream he’d ever tasted. “Do you know I was actually there on the day they opened the world’s first ice cream parlour?” he asked Katrina rhetorically, “It was in New York in 1776. A friend actually convinced me to invest in it and seeing as I had the money to risk I took his advice. The ice cream was good and the place was soon turning over a tidy little profit. Ice cream has come a long way since then?”
“I knew something that they ate made them pink but couldn’t remember what,” he told Katrina. In his old life why flamingos were pink wasn’t an especially relevant fact. “I’m glad you came. It’s nice to just enjoy life without any agenda. I look forward to more days like this in the future. Perhaps the circus next?”
“Trust me,” Hunter assured the gorgon, “it’s possible. I used to have a hypnotic gaze. After catching the same person with it a few times he trained himself to not look people in the eye and still function normally. Later I met another man who could set you on fire by making eye contact. My turn to learn how to avoid eye contact. Now it’s yours.”
“Once you get good you’ll be able to focus on their forehead or nose and people will struggle to tell the difference. The first guy to do it could stare right between my eyes and successfully avoid my gaze. Truthfully I never got that good.” Hunter had killed the man who could light him up before he had needed to. “But until it becomes second nature I advise keeping the shades on. You can practise with me without having a real stop start session as I can fend off your power.”
It had probably been a long time since someone had looked Andrea in the eye and had a conversation with her. While it had been a little tricky at first keeping her psychic attack under wraps wasn’t that hard once he’d managed to contain it. However Hunter’s mind was much more disciplined than most.
Andrea didn’t know much about psychics it seemed. “Some mutants have the ability to psychically enter your mind,” he explained, “and from there they can do untold damage from wrecking your memories to controlling your body. It is much hard to push a psychic out of your mind once they are inside than to simply keep on out. I used to have psychic abilities myself but have had them turned inwardly. That is what is allowing me to resist your gaze. How psychic abilities work can be hard to explain without demonstration. Though you have psychic abilities they operate on a level below your subconscious. They most likely work even if you are unconscious, though making eye contact while unconscious is a little tricky.”
“But now we have established a few things,” he told her with a reassuring smile, “First you power in indeed psychic so a sufficiently powerful telepath should be able to resist. Also the higher someone’s mental discipline and defence the quicker they will be able to shake it off but I doubt those without psychic abilities would be able to resist you entirely. Most important you need to look at their eyes for it to work. So if you learn to interact with people without looking into their eyes you won’t paralyse people accidentally. Finally you probably have an innate level of telepathic defence that works alongside your gaze. Anyone snooping around inside your head is likely to find an unpleasant surprise.”
She was taking her time to bring her eyes to his. How much trouble had Andrea had in the past with her ability? He really hoped that...
Wow...
Hunter had never felt anything like that before. He’d suddenly received a massive psychic force that was trying to erect barriers between his mind and his body. Something about this felt different from any other psychic effect he’d ever experience but he’d worry about that once he’d overcome it. His internal psychic barriers that were restricting his powers had stopped Andrea from forming a complete barrier. With effort he started peeling her barrier back and containing it in one of his own. He got a hold of his speech first.
“It’s alright,” he told her, moving nothing but his mouth, “Just give me a moment.” Now that he’d started it didn’t take him long to finish. He proceeded to pull her barrier back and wall it away behind his own. “It’s alright,” he said now looking her straight in the eye and smiling, “I’ve blocked your ability. It’s psychic in origin but not like anything I’ve felt before.”
Hunter had fought other psychics and faced the unconscious mind of a few people but this was something else. Something deeper than the unconscious mind. He frowned and said, “I don’t know what this is. It isn’t conscious or subconscious. It’s something else.” Stroking his chin in thought he pondered what it could be. It was strong and raw, rawer than emotion. Taking a closer look it seemed to be an instinct. Survival.
“I know what this is,” he suddenly said triumphantly, “This is a psychic attack originating from the reptilian part of your mind. I’ve never met anyone who has been able to use their reptilian mind on a psychic level in anyway. From what I can tell it is your survival instinct projected. It makes whatever is threatening you unable to move. With practise you might be able to bring it under control but I’m not sure. It might take the help of a powerful psychic which I no longer am, at least not outside of my own mind. Also psychic help is risky. You need to be very careful who you let inside your mind.”
In her case it might also be very risky for the psychic. Who knows what sort of a fight her reptilian mind would put up against a telepathic intrusion. It was a shame that her reptilian mind broadcast this all the time but at least it required direct view of another’s eyes. Hunter knew from personal experience that psychic abilities were often easier with eye contact. He wasn’t entirely sure why. It was also fortunate for Andrea that even partial obstruction such as sunglasses would block the ability. The reptilian part of the human mind was not sophisticated and so easily fooled. Now he knew how her powers worked he could start to help.
Andrea was apprehensive but never the less removed her glasses and stared at his chest. “My shirt is white,” he said in answer to her question as he looked into her eyes. With her focus not on his own silver orbs he wasn’t feeling the full affects of her power. There was definitely something there and he could almost feel it seeping from her eyes. However this was only because he was actively looking for something. Normally you wouldn’t even notice it.
“Well I’ve confirmed that you need to make eye contact for you power to work,” said Hunter with a smile, “So my technique will help. Contrary to popular belief it is possible to socially interact with people without making eye contact. It can be disconcerting to people but it will stop you from paralyzing them.”
“There’s one more quick test I’d like to run if you don’t mind,” he asked, “I’m going to stare at this cookie and I want you to look into my eyes. Again if after a few seconds I don’t respond please avert your gaze. Don’t worry, you’re not going to hurt me.”
The three women in this room each had a story that Hunter wished he had more time to explore. With Meld he knew most of the past but there was a new chapter missing. He’d had the synopsis of Aura’s but knew that there was so much more to it than that. Lori, well he’d only gotten hints and whispers. Given time he would try to get to know all three better.
Things were starting to come back to Meld. He didn’t need to be a telepath to see that she was beginning to regain some of her lost memories. Now as before she wanted help. This time she didn’t want to leave the Sanctuary and that was fine. Hunter could make house calls. Once he’d settled everything he’d resume his sessions with her.
Aura was such a troubled child. Hunter had twisted enough minds to spot the signs of brainwashing. It seemed that Lori was aware of what had been done and was trying to help but didn’t know enough to properly reverse it. At least he hoped that that was the case and that she wasn’t taking advantage of the poor girl’s condition.
Lori’s offer to help was appreciated but even if they have the facilities to contain him if he gets loose there are few in the sanctuary who could best him and a good chance that he could kill several of them. Sebastian had already survived one encounter with Hunter and he hoped that the old unicorn could help him now.
The seductive look that Lori gave him was alluring but her heart wasn’t in it. He returned it with a smouldering look of his own. His was a little half hearted as well as this wasn’t the time to be flirting. They had much more pressing matters to attend to.
“I’m more than happy to continue Meld’s sessions here at the Sanctuary,” he assured both Meld and Lori, “and people are welcome to sit in if they do not interfere. If you feel that others may benefit from the session I encourage you to invite them along. This is of course assuming that I am not locked up for the foreseeable future. While I believe that there is a reasonable chance that I will be released there is the possibility that I will be incarcerated for a long time. But I will not run from the law. I took someone’s life and must be judged for that. Alas my time grows short. Unless we have anything further to discuss I am afraid I must take my leave. I hope to see you all again soon.”
“Sore muscles are the body’s way of telling you that you’re working hard,” Hunter said with a smile. With his powers active his body produced much less lactic acid and so he’d only recently discovered human fatigue levels. The first time he ached after a sparring session he was sure he was doing something wrong. Now he was used to powering through the burn.
“You are improving though,” he assured the Kai, “Now another ten but try and pick up the pace a little. Don’t sacfirice accuracy though. If you start missing slow it back down.” What Hunter was most curious about was not if the boy would get the technique but how long could he stand to repeat the same exercise over and over again.