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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Kitra was nervous, and excited. But, she was also scared. She was going to see Hunter. This would be her first training session using her copies of people. On the plus side, she just got her sketchpads back from Zephyr. It had been rather difficult, but she got them. Anywho, she was now making her way to yet another training room. She found it and took a few deep breaths before opening the door and heading inside.
Hunter was already waiting for Kitra as she entered the room. Giving her a reassuring smile he motioned for her to take a seat in a rather more comfy chair than was normally present in the training rooms.
“I’m warning you now,” he said, “these sessions will be hard, painful and potential take a long time to see results. If you want to back out I’ll understand.” Unless he could find a quick way to block the link between the drawings and her, which was unlikely due to the complexity of the mind, this was going to be a long arduous process.
Kitra raised her eyebrows, "There is no way I'm backing out now." She sounded a bit harsh and cleared her throat hastily," I mean I already said I was going to do it." With those words Kitra sat in the chair and stared at Hunter. "When do we began?"
Hunter appraised Kitra for a moment, checking her resolve. Finding it somewhat shaky, but firm, he decided to proceed. “Very well then. To start there are some basic rules for this to work.”
“First, you must always be looking at me. Second, if I ever make eye contact you must keep it. I need eye contact as a conduit for my ability. Third, if it ever seems too much simply say ‘enough’ and I’ll end the session. Now, if you are ready, create a person, any person, and we’ll begin.”
Kitra grumbled inwardly but knew Hunter had made valid points. Closing her eyes, she breathed deeply and her mind she went through her sketches like a slidedshow. She saw Abyss, Amp and Vibe, Syn and Mandain. As her mind locked on Syn a perfect replica of her slowly appeared. Kitra blinked slightly as she opened her eyes. She looked over at Hunter and spoke before she locked her eyes on his, 'Wow, silver eyes. Spooky cool.' "Alright, I'm ready to began."
“Alright, brace yourself as this is going to hurt,” Hunter warned. Reaching out his gripped the copy of Syn’s little finger and in one smooth motion broke it. He locked eyes with Kitra and began to delve into her mind.
What he was doing now was one of the most difficult things he had ever done with his power. He was looking for something, but he wasn’t sure where to look, or even what it would look like. Still, Kitra had wanted to try this, so he was trying it.
Kitra winced but didn't look away. Her little finger was just fine. She knew it was, but she had felt the little finger get broken, like it was her own hand. She shivered and tried to concentrate on the pain. It was amazing how it was the smallest things that hurt the most. She would have rather gotten a sword cut. But it wasn't her that had gotten hurt. It was the copy of Syn. In her mind's eye she saw the image and noted idly that she saw that it's little finger hung uselessly. But, why she felt it, she still had no idea.
*OOC: Hunter, Kitra doesn't know and can't see it, but, she and any copy of a person she makes are connected by smoke-like tendrils.
(OOC: Hunter has never tried anything like this before, so while he knows that it is theoretically possible, he’s guessing at the moment. Were you working with Professor Xavier this would be a far quicker and much less painful process as he’s a stronger psyker and knows what he’s doing)
Hunter could see that she was focusing on the image, and that the pain was just on the image, but all through her mind the pain was flaring, telling her her little finger was broken despite the fact her rational mind knew differently.
He thought that he might be seeing the beginnings of something, something that linked the pain to her, but by the time he had found it the pain had subsided to a dull ache, and without the intensity he couldn’t see clearly enough.
“I think I saw something,” said Hunter, “But there isn’t enough pain to see it clearly. Brace yourself.” He grabbed the next finger on the copy of Syn’s hand and snapped it. this time he had a rough idea of what he was looking for, so might be able to do something this time.
The next finger got snapped. This time she grimaced. 'Ow ow ow. That hurt, but it isn't mine it isn't mine.' Once again Syn's image appeared before her mentally, showing two useless fingers. She couldn't see a connection at all. But, she knew it was there. There had to be one, as to the fact she could feel the pain of the copy. ' Hmm, there's an idea. If her can't see it clearly this time, maybe two fingers would work better.' Kitra grimaced inwardly, 'Not the best idea but the pain seems to run at a focus, the more pain the higher the focus.' "Hunter, next time you break a finger break two." She paused and frowned slightly, "Or perhaps something bigger." There was sweat drops on her face as she breathed in and out slowly before speaking again. "It needs to be done." 'Well, that's what she was trying to convince herself anyway.'
Hunter watched closely the same area he thought he saw something last time. He defiantly saw something, he just had no idea what it was or what to do with it. While pondering what to do the pain faded and it disappeared from view.
Kitra’s suggestion was a good one, the more intense the pain the clearer the image would be and longer it would stay. That still left the problem of what he was supposed to do with it, but he had a rough idea. “Get ready,” he said, before breaking the copy of Syn’s arms and once more searching for his target in Kitra’s mind.
Searing pain shot through her arms. But she knew it wasn't her arms. It didn't stop the pain though, oh no. The pain was real enough, as her eyes were streaming with tears and it was getting difficult to keep her head up and her eyes locked with Hunter's. Her mind was hazy to her but to someone of clearer view of the inner mind, it was dusky with tendrils of gray and red running through it. Syn's image was at one end and the other end was at the part of Kitra's brain were the nervous system was located. Kitra was shuddering in her seat but would keep going until they could at least locate what it was that was binding her and her images together. She managed to gasp out, "Anything yet Hunter?" Her entire mind felt like it was trying to shut down, making her body want to shut down as well. The copy of Syn wavered slightly but Kitra grimily kept it in being. She had to stay strong, she had too.
Hunter could see it much clearer now with the higher pain intensity. There was the collective consciousness that was the essence of Kitra and leading out from it were tendrils that linked it to something else, the copy of Syn. It was clear that the pain was being transmitted along the tendrils, and so they were the key.
Now it was time to experiment. The first, and most obvious choice was to sever the tendrils. It was quite possible that this would remove Kitra’s ability to maintain the copy, and she may even be unable to form another copy until Hunter re-established the link, but it was a starting point.
In a swift and powerful thought Hunter severed the tendrils and simultaneously the pain and the copy of Syn vanished.
Kitra blinked, rather confused. Syn had disappeared and so had the pain. "How did you do that Hunter? That was interesting." She frowned as she tried to concentrate on Syn again, nothing. She tried bringing the copy of Abyss into being, nothing. "Um Hunter, whatever you did. Er, I can't bring any copies of people into being." Looking a little confused Kitra spoke again, "Although that may came in handy at another time when I need to spar just using my physical abilities. Kitra concentrated on a simple dagger and it appeared in her hand. "Well, I can still bring weaponery into being, just not people." She looked at Hunter restablishing eye contact once more. "Round two."
Ok, so a more subtle approach was required, but still, he was getting somewhere. “Before we start round two we’re going to have a break for you to recover,” Hunter said, “Meet back here in half an hour and we’ll continue.”
Half an hour later they reconvened and Hunter broke the mental block that he had put in place, restabilising the tendrils. “Ok, make a copy and we’ll try this again,” he instructed. He had an idea, but it would not be easy.
Alright the half hour break allowed her to get a bit of food and water. Settling in the chair once more she locked eyes with Hunter. Concentrating on an image of Syn once again it appeared slowly into being. Kitra smiled grimily, "Do your worst Hunter." She meant of course pain wise, hopefully he had some ideas. She trusted Hunter, but having him in her mind was kind of odd.