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.
Sabrina walked around the corner with Serenity by her side. The extraction of her from the orphanage had been flawless, and not a moment too soon. Five minutes after their departure a team from the government had arrived to screen all the children for the x gene.
“There’s you daddy,” said Sabrina with a smile. She would wait just long enough for the girl to get comfortable, then leave them to it.
“It took me a lot of practise to get that good,” Hunter answered truthfully. His aim was now perfect, but it had taken him a century to get that good. Of course, like any skill it needed continual practise, so little tricks like that kept him on form for when he ever really needed it.
Hunter watched as Katrina set aside her ice cream and finally surrender to the sweet embrace of sleep. Setting down his he carefully scooped her up in his arms and made his way to the living quarters. Reaching her room he took her inside and placed her gently on the bed. Tucking her in he paused and just looked at her a moment.
Leaving the room he strode off towards a section of the labs he had not visited in some time. Since ending the Gem project Hunter had only been in this section of the lab when passing through. Now he went straight to one of the old storage rooms. Opening it up he began to rummage through the old boxes.
Finally he found what he was looking for. It was Paragon’s bear. She could never get to sleep with out it. He hadn’t seen it in years. Like the rest of the stuff from the project it was put into storage. For a while he just stood there, remembering all the times he put Paragon to bed, handed her her bear, kissed her on the forehead and wished her goodnight.
Finally he left the storage room, bear in hand, and shut the door behind him. Making his way back through the labyrinth like corridors of the lab he returned to Katrina’s room and opened the door silently, so as not to wake her. He went to Katrina and placed the bear in her arms. Brushing a lose strand of hair from her face he smiled, briefly allowing himself to envision what Paragon would have been like at this age, before exiting the room and quietly closing the door.
“Neapolitan it is then,” said Hunter, pulling out a tub. Picking up the ice cream scoop he scooped out a chunk of ice cream and winked at Katrina. With a flick of his wrist he sent the ice cream flying over his shoulder to land perfectly in one of the bowls. He repeated the little trick until each bowl had three scoops.
Returning the tub to the freezer Hunter picked up a bowl in each hand and handed one to Katrina. Taking a seat next to her he was reminded of Paragon, back when she was little. Paragon had always liked ice cream as a treat after testing her powers. He ate a spoonful of ice cream and brushed the old memory aside.
“Ok then it’s settled,” said Hunter smiling, “First we get ice cream, then you need to get some sleep. Those illusions of yours have taken a lot out of you, so I think food then bed is in order.”
With Katrina still balanced on his shoulder he left the music room, careful not to bang Katrina’s head on the door frame. He didn’t head towards the canteen, but instead towards one of the guard recreation rooms. By now all the guards had learnt to never be in a recreation room when Hunter approached, as although they were technically allowed breaks, Hunter was not especially enamoured with idea of his guards on breaks. Thus when he opened the door any occupants that where there had made a swift exit.
Spinning Katrina off his shoulder he sat her down in a big comfy arm chair and went over to the freezer. “So, what flavour ice cream do you like?” Hunter asked as he got out two bowls, two spoons and an ice cream scoop and began to look for the guards’ ice cream.
Hunter smiled at Katrina as she made her finger disappear. Focusing on it for a second he could just see it as a ghostly after image. “I can only think of one treatment for a girl with a missing finger,” he said in a mock serious voice.
With a deft flick of his arms he span Katrina up in the air and landed her so she was sitting on his right shoulder. “And that is Ice cream,” he finished with a smile, “You do like ice cream don’t you?”
Hunter smiled at Katrina, glad to see she was awake. “Don’t worry the oboe’s just fine,” he said, holding it out for her to see with his free hand, “And the name’s Antonescu, not Antonytail, but you can call me Hunter.”
Setting the oboe down carefully he scoped Katrina up in both arms, her weight barely even noticeable. “Now, are you going to be alright or am I going to have take you to see a doctor,” he asked with a mock serious look on his face.
Hunter was truly impressed as the girl began to utilise her abilities. He watched as the very room seemed to change in front of him. As each object changed he committed what it really looked like to memory and focused on seeing what was really there. If he really concentrated he could make out the faint outline of the object, but it looked like nothing more than a ghostly after image, as insubstantial as mist despite being more real than its surroundings.
Of the dancers he recognised some. Calley was unmistakable, though he looked odd in a coat and tails. Geo was another, along with Ali. The fourth unmasked individual Hunter recalled vaguely. Could it be? If he wasn’t mistaken that was Senator Dumonde’s wife. Assuming that the girl wasn’t a fan of politics the woman was likely her mother.
The Senator’s anti-mutant stance was well know, and had been a strong supporter of the bill. Before he could dwell on the information further the illusion faded and Katrina stopped playing. Turning to her Hunter saw her begin to collapse. Moving with unnatural speed Hunter set down the violin and bow on a table and caught both her and the oboe.
Most likely just overexertion from the complexity of the illusion that she had made, but just in case Hunter shook her gently and called softly, “Katrina, come one now wake up.”
“Well how about this then?” asked Hunter, “This time when we play, instead of giving the illusion of an orchestra, make one of a ballroom full of people dancing. Do you think you can do that?”
The rational part of him said that he proposed this to practise defending from illusions, but a deeper, more emotional part had an ulterior motive. Despite his decreed after Katharine’s death to never get close to anyone again, he had to a degree with Paragon, and looked to be about to do so again with Katrina. The mentioning of her family rejecting her had struck a chord with Hunter, perhaps from Paragon’s rejection of him.
He had already decided that he would keep this girl safe, from both human and mutant forces. Unlike with Paragon he would not try to distance himself, but instead shelter her from both the outside world and the darker parts of himself. He would not make the same mistake twice.
Hunter began playing again and heard the orchestra loud and clear. While simultaneously playing he focused on trying to filter out the sound. He knew it wasn’t real, so tried to not just ignore it, but dismiss it. By the end of the piece he had managed to reduce it in volume, but it wasn’t enough for him. Still, he would work on that later.
“Very good Katrina,” he praised, “I think you’re the youngest person I’ve seen get that right. I was much older than you before I got the hang of it.” 103 years older to be precise. “So what do you think of combining your music practise with practising your illusions?”
“No need to apologise,” said Hunter with a smile, “If anything you spiced the piece up. How about we try again, but this time you see if you can give us orchestral accompaniment the whole way through? How does that sound?”
It would also give him a chance to try and resist it, to block out what he knew wasn’t real. He waited to see if she would agree or not. If she did he could try and work this into a routine, with her practising illusions and him defending against them.
As Hunter played he allowed himself to be immersed in the moment. There was only him, Katrina and the music. And what music, he could swear that he had just heard a section of the orchestral part. Focusing for a moment, but not losing his place while playing he heard it again, as real as if they had orchestral support.
Hunter looked at the girl beside him, never once stopping playing for he knew the piece well. It did seem that she was a little illusionist, and the source of the accompanying orchestra. When they finally finished Hunter set down the violin and turned to Katrina.
“Wel, that is the first time I’ve done a duet with two people and had the whole orchestra playing. Quite a talent you have there Katrina, both musical and otherwise.” It was clear that she hadn’t complete control of it yet, but with a little help from him she would be able to. Also he would be able to prepare himself mentally to defend against it.
Hunter smiled at Katrina, “Yes,” he agreed, “It’s been a while since I’ve played with anyone, but I’m sure I’ll manage it.” Heading over to the shelves of music he pulled out a piece, Bach’s Concerto for violin and oboe. He brought it over and set both parts on different stands.
“Is that alright?” he asked Katrina, scanning the music to remind himself of it. He’d played the piece a few times before, but not in the last two decades. Time to see if he could keep up with a twelve year old girl.
(OOC: Here’s an example of it, but with a full orchestra as well)
“And he was right,” agreed Hunter with a smile, “you won’t get better without practise. After all, it’s taken me a long time to get good at the violin and the piano.” He had noticed her trail off at mention of her father, so he changed the subject.
“Have you ever played with someone else?” he asked. Although he hadn’t looked, he knew that somewhere on the shelves was an oboe and violin duet. It would be a nice little escape from reality to just play before he got to do business of planning his own private war with America.
“So you like it then?” Hunter asked after Katrina had finished warming up the oboe. The girls seemed drawn to it, as if she’d been searching for something and finally found it. “How long have you been playing?” he queried.
Hunter was beginning to enjoy the simple moment with Katrina, of having nothing more serious to worry about than the music. He had often thought of doing something like this with Paragon as she grew. But that could not have happened, and judging by the girls present attitude, it never would.
Hunter smiled at Katrina, “No, I don’t play,” he answered, “As of yet the realms of my musical talents are restricted to the violin and piano and I am only capable of some simple tunes on the oboe. However, you seem to be a keen musician. Here, take this one and give it a try. It’s been a while since it was used, but it should be in tune.”
Hunter held out the oboe for Katrina to take with a warm smile. He had collected the instruments over the centuries and had vowed to master them all someday. So far he had only managed the violin and piano, as it turned out that mastering an instrument was harder than it looked.