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 moved forward and caught Kitra as her knees began to give way. Guiding her to the bench he sat her down and passed her her water. “That was good, you created three different weapons before starting to feel the strain and nine in total before you had to stop.”
Sitting next to her he said, “Take another break, catch your breath and we’ll try again. A couple of rounds of this and we should see some improvement in your stamina. Once we get your stamina up we’ll work on specific training with each weapon. Which one would you like to be trained in first?”
Hunter smiled at Kitra and said, “Relax, and stop calling me sir. Hunter will suffice while we’re training. You only need to call me sir when we’re on a mission.” He gave Kitra another reassuring smile before starting.
“Katana,” he called, then waited five seconds before calling, “Bo. Dagger. Scythe. Katana. Knife. Dagger. Bo. Scythe.” He left five seconds between each instruction and watched Kitra closely for signs of fatigue.
Hunter looked through the drawings. All were of exceptional quality, though some a bit faded. Eventually Hunter settled on five weapons. A scythe, the one she had severed the bounty hunter’s arm with, the bo she had used earlier, a katana, a throwing dagger and a long knife.
Passing the images to Kitra he explained the exercise. “Here’s what we’re going to do. I will call out one of those weapons, scythe, bo, katana, dagger or knife, and you will create it. I’ll then call another of the weapons and you banish the one you have and create another. We’ll go on for as long as you think you can. When you don’t think you can summon another weapon without blacking out we stop. Are you ready?”
“Ok, time for some endurance training. On your feet,” Hunter said pleasantly rising himself. “For this I’ll need to see the drawings from which you create weapons. If you’ll go and get those for me we can begin.”
He wanted to know whether it was the creation of the various weapons that had drained her. She had during the course of the fight created a bo, four daggers and two poles. One of Kitra’s greatest advantages was the multitude of weapons she could summon, but that advantage would be of little use if summoning the weapons drained her.
Hunter gave Kitra a reassuring smile and helped her into a sitting position. “That’s fine Kitra, we’re here to train. I need to know your limits before I can push you beyond them. As for using other weapons, I like how you adapted to try and win. I assure you that when sparring with me you will never need to hold back, you won’t hurt me.”
“Now, we’ll take a break, let you get your strength back before we start on some endurance exercises.” Rising he headed over to one of the benches at the edge of the training area and motioned for Kitra to sit next to him. One of the trainers brought over two bottles of water and an energy bar for Kitra. Hunter sipped his water as he let Kitra recover.
Still on one hand Hunter flipped away from Kitra to avoid the daggers. Landing with his back facing to her he span around, his bo ready to defend when he spotted Kitra passed out on the floor, her creations nowhere in sight.
Moving next to her he set down his bo and rolled her onto her back. His enhanced senses could tell that she was still alive, and seemed to just be exhausted. Sliding his hand under her head he began to shake her gently, trying to wake her.
Her stamina needed some work. The fight had been going for little more than five minutes and she was out cold. He hadn’t even hit her solidly with an attack. When she came round he would give her some time to recover before starting stamina training.
Hunter was impressed that she had managed to roll with the attack, managing to successfully distance herself unlike last time. He gave her a reassuring smile when she made the daggers and threw them. She was being creative, coming up with different methods of attack. In time she could be come a formidable opponent with the multitude of weapons at her disposal.
Spinning his bo he deflected the first dagger and caught the second one in mid air. Immediately he threw it back. The dagger shot past Kitra’s head, cutting off several stands of hair as it went.
Moving with the faint again he avoided the strike to the thigh by doing a one handed cartwheel over it. With the other hand he moved the bo to deflect the strike to his chest. Still cartwheeling he quickly snapped the bo at her wrists to try and make her drop her poles before he landed in a defensive crouch.
Again Hunter deliberately fell for the faints, but still managed to get his bo up to block the strike to the arm and the one to the stomach. As she swung for his neck he spread his legs and bent his knees so her bo sailed harmlessly over his head, just missing.
With her bo now hopelessly out of position he swung his at her ankles with the intent to sweep her legs out from under her. He could see she was starting to feel the strain of the fight, but whether it was from the fight itself or having to maintain the bo he wasn’t sure yet.
Hunter could see that her first attack was a faint, he had centuries of experience, and could spot the subtle differences in posture that showed a faint from a true attack. However, if he fought with his true skill and power this would not be a training session, but a beating, so he deliberately fell for the faint.
But just because he was falling faint didn’t mean he would let her get an easy hit. When she switched to her real attack he drove his bo to the floor and in the path of her strike. As her bo rebound from his he kept his moving, deflecting the blow to his stomach as he set up for his attack. Holding his bo horizontally he flicked with either end, aiming to catch Kitra in the ribs.
Huntr blocked both strikes, but kept his bo in contact with hers as she stepped back. Flicking his to the right to knock Kitra’s aside he swung for her face, stopping a hair’s breadth before reaching it.
Pulling back he took the same stance as before and said, “Only ever pull back if your opponent is off balance. If they are not then they can use your retreat to press the attack, like I just did. Now try again.”
“Make your own,” Hunter instructed, “I’ll be testing your powers as well as your skill.” He wanted to see how good she was before he started training. A quick sparring match should tell him all he needed to know.
“For starters we’ll have a little sparing match. Don’t hold back at all, I want you to go all out. Let me see what you can do.” He took a ready stance with his legs spread wide and the bow pointed at Kitra.
“In that case we’ll start with bo staff training.” Hunter was a master with all forms of hand to hand combat weapons. Unbuckling the sword he set it to one side a selected a staff from the rack on the wall.
“If you head through there,” he nodded towards a side door, “you’ll find the women’s changing room. In there you should find some clothes more suited to fighting in. If you’d change, we can begin.”
Hunter had noticed Kitra arrive, but decided to finish his little display. With a final flourish he tossed the sword into the air, letting it spin around as he picked up the scabbard and held it so the blade slid smoothly into it as it fell back to earth. Buckling it to his waist he smiled at Kitra and walked towards her.
“Glad to see you’re in one piece, though the same can’t be said of the guys who came after you. You were lucky though, had those other mutants not helped you out you could have been in serious trouble. I think it’s time you received some combat training as well as training of your ability.”
“First lets start by working out what you do know. Have you ever learned hand to hand combat in any form and what weapons have you created and used?” Training was always better if you know what the student knew before the training began.
Hunter strode into the training area clad in the black tracksuit bottoms, white vest and black sports jacket that he often trained in. Kitra would be here shortly and Derrick would show here to this training area.
He decided to get some practise in, and drawing his sword began going through the motions of some simple techniques, before moving to more and more advanced until he became a whirling blur as he spun the blade about in intricate patterns, both offensive and defensive.
“By half ten I mean half past ten,” Hunter clarified, “or ten thirty. And you are more than welcome on all accounts.” He was about to exit when Katrina hugged him unexpectedly. At first he was a little taken a back, but it also brought back memories of back when Paragon was young.
Returning the hug he couldn’t help but wish that he hadn’t made so many mistakes with Paragon, and that they could have moments like this. Perhaps in time she would come around. However, there were currently bigger issues to deal with than his family issues. Breaking the hug he gave Katrina a warm smile before saying, “See you tomorrow,” and exiting.
He wondered what impression Paragon would make on Katrina, and Katrina on Paragon. There was the risk that Paragon’s feelings about him and the more detailed recount of her past would turn Katrina against him, but conversely Katrina might help warm Paragon to him. One way or another he’d find out tomorrow morning.