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 grunted in pain as the dagger hit him in the shoulder, but he smiled at Kitra. “Very good, as I’d have to release you like so,” he let go of her throat, “But,” swinging his left hand he punched her straight in the jaw. Not wanting to do her any serious harm he kept his strength at human levels, but that was sure to rattle a few teeth.
“I’d hit you like that in an anger fuelled response. You had no weapon and your guard was down after the attack. Just because I’m wounded doesn’t mean I’m out of the fight.” He left the dagger where it was a came at her again with the sword, this time trying a diagonal slash.
Hunter could smell the blood in the air. However Kitra kept going, showing good determination, determination that would keep her alive. She was a little off balance, but attacking again, a strike for his neck. This time Hunter stepped in close, inside her reach and locked his sword with hers at the hilt.
Driving up to keep her hands out of the way he reached out and grabbed her throat, “You now have five seconds,” he said menacingly, “Because that’s how long an opponent will spend taunting you from here before killing you, so you’d better act fast.”
Kitra had managed to deflect his sword just enough to avoid the blow. She used the momentum and span completely around, slashing for his stomach. While the manoeuvre granted power to the blow, it was slow and he had plenty of time to bring his sword in to block. However he didn’t do a straight block, he angled his blade to deflect Kitra’s up and over his head.
When her sword was out of position he would slash for her thigh. He would cut close, slicing through both the skirt and the bicycle shorts, but leaving Kitra with no more than a scratch. As he moved his eyes flicked to Calley for a brief moment, wondering what the boy would make of his part in this exercise.
Hunter’s sword tip was underneath Kitra’s chin, pressing against it, but not hard enough to draw blood. “If this were a real fight you’d be dead,” he said smoothly, before removing the sword, “You were distracted by Calley. Distractions can be lethal if you’re not careful. When you let Calley’s quips get to you you dropped your guard. If in a real battle one of the opposition is standing back and doing nothing but taunting you would you stop fighting to fling a dagger at him?”
Hunter sighed, then gave Kitra a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, your still learning and are allowed to make mistakes as long as you learn from them. We’ll carry on, but with an added twist this time. Calley,” he said looking past Kitra to his spy, “I want you to try and annoy Kitra as much as possible. Kitra, you’ll now have to try and ignore him and focus on me. Next time you slip because Calley distracted you you’ll receive a small cut as a reminder to stay focused.” Again he gave his words time to sink in before attacking the a double handed over head strike, swinging his sword straight down.
Hunter smiled and encouraging smile when he saw that Kitra had not fled or gone defensive when she took the hit, but instead kept attacking. He flicked his sword to block her strike, but she changed direction mid swing, going up and over his guard. While he had more than enough speed to whip his sword around and block, it would do little for Kitra’s confidence if he effortlessly stopped her at every turn. So he would have to put effort into avoiding the attack.
Leaping backwards he again just dodged the blade. Pulling his sword up into an attack position he lunged again, this time aiming for her chest. However, if she moved her sword up to block he would whip his around and swing for her neck. But this time he would stop short, as if she twisted her neck at the right angle he could accidentally sever the artery in her neck and she would be dead in minutes. This was training, not battle, and he had no intention of killing her.
Hunter smiled as she saw her resolve to give it her all. He had heard Calley make some noise of amusement from the corner and was tempted to bring him over here, hand him a sword and let Kitra have a got at him. However, that would probably result in Calley getting injured and Kitra getting little for the experience other than a one up on Calley. Instead his focused on the fight.
Her block was poor and resulted in her taking a hit, but it was just a bump and she kept going. He flicked his blade down to deflect the strike to his leg and then leant back to dodge the next attack, the katana missing him by a hairs breadth. Snapping back upright now the blade had passed he lunged for her stomach. If he connected he would only put enough pressure to cause a tiny pin prick, drawing a little speck of blood. It would serve as a reminder that they were using dangerous weapons, and if you weren’t careful you could get badly injured. In a fight she would need to be mindful of that, and avoid over committing herself, like she had with her last attack.
She blocked his attack before attempting a counter attack of her own. But something was wrong, it was a poor attack, and effortlessly deflected. Looking into her eyes Hunter quickly saw the problem.
“Don’t think about how good I am and that I’m probably going to win,” he said with a gentle smile, “Focus instead on how you’re going to defend against my attacks, or launch your own. Stay in the moment, all that matters is the next few moves. Don’t try and look further ahead, focus on the next few moves.”
With his advice given he paused a moment to let it sink in before coming at her again. He slashed again, but at the opposite side this time. Now he would see whether she could look past his skill or if he would have to bring in a less experienced sparing partner for her.
The moment the katana was in Kitra’s hand Hunter was moving. He darted forward and swung his sword in a wide horizontal slash aimed to catch Kitra in the rib cage. As they were using real weapons he would be careful not to hurt her. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t pick up the odd small cut though.
He was maintaining a human level of speed and strength, no point in just defeating her in seconds, she’d never learn that way. There was no need to apply any more, she’d be struggling to keep up even when he was at human levels.
IC: Hunter strode into the training area. Turning to face Kitra he said with a smile, “Give me a moment to change, a four thousand dollar suit is not appropriate clothing for training.”
He went into the changing room and emerged five minutes later clad in the black tracksuit bottoms, white vest and back sports jacket that he trained in. his sword was buckled around his waist. Stepping into the centre of the room he turned to face Kitra.
“We will focus on sword training today,” he said as he removed the jacket and tossed it aside, “The easiest way for you to learn will be sparring with me. As we go I’ll offer tips and advice on how to improve.”
He drew his sword, the steel ringing in the air. “If you’re ready Kitra, summon a Katana and lets begin.” He would not go all out, but he wouldn’t make it easy for her, she would have to work hard.
Hunter caught Kitra as she fell. He was impressed, despite the somewhat lack lustre finish. She had managed to create fifteen weapons in total, and six before she started showing signs of fatigue. If she tried it every day, just making one more weapons than the day before, she would steadily build her stamina.
Right now though she needed rest. Scooping her up in his arms he headed towards the infirmary. Arriving he lay her down on a bed to rest. He had pushed her hard and she seemed exhausted. A good night’s sleep would see her back to normal, and they could continue their training. Placing a blacket over her he picked up a map of the lab and began to write on it.
Kitra, I brought you here so you could get some rest after our session. You did a good job, I’m impressed. I want you to now run through the weapons making exercise everyday, each day making one more weapon than the day before. Once you can create a hundred weapons in a row without passing out you can stop increasing it and just make a hundred every day. If you do that it should improve your stamina with your powers, not only letting you create more things, but maintain them longer as well. But first things first, you’re probably hungry. On the back of this note is a map that will lead you to the canteen. Everything is prepaid for, so get a good breakfast. I’ll meet you there.
“It’s alright,” said Hunter as he sat opposite Kitra, “You improved, getting more weapons made and making more before you start showing signs of fatigue. I think we’ll give it one more try before we call it a day.”
Hunter got up and brought over Kitra’s bottle of water as he sipped at his own. She had shown improvement and that was the key. However, he could see that this was strenuous stuff for her and didn’t want her to burn out. One more session would be enough for today.
“Alright then,” said Hunter, moving so he was opposite Kitra, “Ready? Dagger, Katana. Bo. Knife. Dagger. Scythe. Katana. Scythe. Knife. Bo. Dagger. Katana.” As before he left a five second gap for Kitra to form the weapon.
Again he watched closely for signs of fatigue, noting where she began to fatigue. Eventually he intended to work on her ability to for animate beings with her power, and build up the strength of each one. Also he would try to give her practise at fighting two opponents utilising a created ally and created weapon, but first he needed to build up her stamina.
“That’s right, you’ll have to create your own weapon. Now, do you feel up to another round of weapon creation?” He asked with a smile. The sooner he got her stamina up the sooner the real training could begin.
“Of course,” Hunter reassured her, “No sense in pushing you too hard, I’d like it if you could walk away from out training sessions. As for swordsmanship, I am the worlds foremost and will gladly impart some of my wisdom.”
It had been a while since he had had a pupil to teach that art of the sword. He looked forward to the opportunity to train someone. It wouldn’t be easy however, and Kitra would probably pick up some minor cuts along the way.