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.
Hunter was in the main meditation room. In here he was calmly waiting for his first one on one session. He hoped to do for Meld what the Master of the temple had done for him. While he trained many mutants but this was something else. He was about to try and help someone face up to their actions and turn their life around as he had. Despite the fact that there were few people on the planet as qualified as him he was still a little apprehensive.
This was what he did now. He helped people. Was he up to it? Meld was putting her faith in him. Could he help her? Pushing aside his self doubt Hunter prepared himself to lead this girl through the darkness and back to the light.
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Meld still wasn't entirely certain what Hunter might be able to do in order to help her. She had established the fact that he wanted to and the fact that he seemed to have at least some similar experiences that might make him uniquely qualified to be able to do so. Still, there were so many questions that she had about him that she wasn't even certain that she was quite ready to trust him. First order of business was to find out more about his motivations, second would be to actually get his help, if she felt satisfied with the answers to her initial questions.
Meld opened the door to enter the temple and informed the secretary that she had an appointment and then entered at a gesture from the secretary. At her first sight of Hunter she inclined her head in his direction, not quite a bow but certainly a gesture of respect. She felt nervous and, for once, didn't think she was doing a very good job of hiding it.
Hunter offered Meld a warm Smile as he sat cross-legged in the centre of the room. He motioned for her to sit in front of him. “Before we begin I have one rule,” Hunter said in a calm but serious tone, “For this to work you are going to have to commit to it. That means you must not be violent until we are done. At all. No violence. If you are not willing to at least try this then I suggest you leave now, for I cannot help you.”
“You must have questions, so ask them and I will answer them as best I can,” he smiled now, his tone lightening them, “Then we will see how I can help you.” Hunter knew that he did not currently have her trust but that was fine. Trust was something that had to be earned and he intended to start to do that by telling her the truth.
Posted by vampyremage on May 21, 2010 0:46:01 GMT -6
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Meld wasn't certain about the whole non-violence thing. She wanted to reduce her reliance on and addiction to, violence of course, but to eliminate it entirely? Could she commit to that? She wasn't sure but at this point she was willing to give it a try. After all, if things continued to progress she honestly wasn't certain where they would lead except that she wouldn't like it. Not at all.
"What about in cases of self defense? You have to understand something about me, I don't kill without reason. I have my cause and I fight for it. Sometimes...things get a little out of control. That's why I'm here. I am willing to try this, willing to take a step back and fight for my cause and my people in other, less violent ways, but I've made enemies and I can't always predict what they might do."
The fact that Hunter offered to answer questions helped to put Meld at ease. It showed at least a certain amount of trust, that he was willing to open up just as she was expected to. How honest he was, of course, she would have to wait and see. "Why do you think you can help me and why do you want to? People rarely do anything without ulterior motives." It wasn't an accusation, merely an observation.
Hunter simply smiled a sad smile when she questioned his no violence policy. “If you worry that you will need to fight I will offer you my protection,” he promised, looking her straight in the eye, “I will fight your battles so that you don’t have to. At least not until we are done and you can fight with the confidence that you won’t get out of control.”
“I have lived a long and bloody life, most of which has been spent hurting people, and I have had enough. Enough.” At that moment Hunter’s age showed in his eyes. He had seen so much, far too much. “I am tired of hurting people and want to try to make amends. While I know that I never will I have to try. That is why I want to help you.”
“Why I think I can help you is because I have been where you are, I know where the path you are on leads, and I know you don’t want to go there. I’ve walked all the way to the end of the path and then crawled all the way back. If anyone understand what you’re going through it’s me. That’s why I think I can help.” Taking a deep breath he offered he another smile, a warm and encouraging one. “So the question is, do you want my help?”
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“If you worry that you will need to fight I will offer you my protection, I will fight your battles so that you don’t have to. At least not until we are done and you can fight with the confidence that you won’t get out of control.”
Meld arched an eyebrow at Hunter. "What makes you think you'd be able to fight my battles and protect me?" She didn't refuse his offer, however. The more he spoke the more intrigued she became. Not only was he offering to help her, but he clearly had quite a past and she had to admit she was curious to discover more about it.
“I have lived a long and bloody life, most of which has been spent hurting people, and I have had enough. Enough. I am tired of hurting people and want to try to make amends. While I know that I never will I have to try. That is why I want to help you.”
Meld noted the look in his eye, so similar to the look that she had seen in only one other person and that had been at a rather unusual time in which she was not in her real body nor was he. It was a look that spoke of age, experience and darkness. She weighed his words carefully in her mind before finally deciding that he was, in fact, speaking the truth. Who was she to judge anyway?
"I want your help," Meld answered. It was a strange feeling to admit that, to even admit that she needed help. Her entire life was such that she felt she could show no weakness, that it was some great sin to even admit that she might need to rely on another, even in some small way. It went against everything she felt she should be.
"A little about myself now. I fight for the mutant cause. I kill because sometimes people need to die for the good of the cause and I kill because so few are willing to do so. But I know the toll it takes on my soul, I know that each death chips away at it just a little bit. I can live with that. What I can't live with is the fact that I'm starting to enjoy killing. I don't want to become a monster and I know that's exactly where I'm headed." So much weakness there, so much exposure of her soul. When had she become so desperate?
Hunter chuckled at the suggestion that he could not fight her battles but remained silent. He simply gave off a feeling of confidence that implied that if he said he’d protect her then she was protected. When she agreed to have his help Hunter listened intently to what she told him. It wasn’t as bad as he had feared it might be. She still had a reason to kill and was only beginning to enjoy it. Although she was on the same path he had been on she was not far down it.
“The only reason you can enjoy killing is if you are numb to it,” Hunter explained, “Killing should hurt you deep in here.” He tapped his chest to show what he meant. “Only once you can kill without feeling anguish in your soul can you begin to enjoy it. You currently stand on the brink. Go much further and killing will stop hurting. Then you are lost. You do not have the time I have to tread this path and find the hollow emptiness at the end so take it from me that you do not want to keep down this path.”
“However it would be easier to continue than to come back. To come back you need to feel acutely the pain of each death you have caused. This will be a long hard process but if you want this enough I can lead you back along the path. Do you want this?” Hunter stared right into her eyes as he asked her. He needed to know that she would commit to this.
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When Hunter spoke about killing and the path that could take, it made a disturbing amount of sense to Meld. She didn't want to admit it, but she could see where that path was leading, could see that he was entirely correct about what he was saying. She could also see that it was a path that she did not want to continue down though she still wasn't certain how she could stop. How when there was still so much to do? How when each death brought her closer to that brink of no return and yet she couldn't' simply halt in her cause because of her own personal well being? But he was trying to say that it wasn't something she had to do alone, wasn't he? That he was willing to help?
Meld allowed herself, for the time being, to simply accept that Hunter would be able to do what he said he would and protect her. If it came down to it and he couldn't do what he claimed than his help wasn't worth it anyway. It was a rare risk she was taking and she knew it, but the risk was calculated and she had a feeling it would pay off. Either that, or she'd expose him for the sham he was if it should happen to come down to that. She didn't think it would.
“However it would be easier to continue than to come back. To come back you need to feel acutely the pain of each death you have caused. This will be a long hard process but if you want this enough I can lead you back along the path. Do you want this?”
"I not only want this, but I think I need it. I'm not sure if I can do this on my own." Oh, the pain of admitting such a thing.
“Good,” said Hunter with a reassuring smile before a serious look dropped into place, “Now let’s begin. I want you to sit as I am.” Hunter was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his hands resting on his knees palm up. “Now close your eyes and clear your mind. Focus on the sound of my voice and let everything else drift away.” Slowly and gently Hunter guided Meld into a trance-like state. From here the real work could begin.
“I want you to think of the last person you killed,” he instructed, “Go back to the time and place where it happened. See it in your mind. Remember the sights, the sounds, the smells. Relive that moment again in your mind. As you relive it tell me, how do you feel?” This would let Hunter know just how far down the path Meld was. From here he could start to bring her back.
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Meld followed the instructions given as well as she was able, sitting cross legged with her hands on her lap. She even went the extra step to close her tail eye and wrap her tail around her body, assuming that he probably wanted her third eye closed also. It was a bit of an effort to close all three of her eyes and let her guard down before a total stranger and a dangerous stranger at that, but she managed.
Meld thought about the last time she had killed. Now that had been an experience, justice for a human isolationist cult that had killed mutant babies. She, Aura and Cafas had gone in there and massacred everything alive in there, sparing only the children, a woman to take care of the children and a couple of mutants they had found consorting with the humans, though one of the mutants had lost his hand to Meld. That had been an act of self defense and was the one thing she felt guilty about out of the whole situation. She wore that hand on her left wrist now, complete with its electric based powers.
A smile lit her lips as Meld remembered the deaths the three of them had caused that fateful day although she realized that was probably not the reaction that Hunter was hoping for. "I don't know how many people I killed the last time I killed. It was a massacre, I lost count after the 3rd or 4th kill. More than 10 certainly. It was about 2 months ago, a cult of humans that killed mutant babies, the absolute worst kind of humans. Myself and two others went in and brought justice to them. I feel no guild about their deaths because they deserved it, each and every one of them." Her voice went cold as she spoke of them. Humans like that were the reason she killed. "We went in with stealth and the hopes of not being discovered. The deaths were quick and bloody, few of them suffered though perhaps more of them should have. It was justice."
Hunter listened to Meld recount the massacre. It made him think of the massacre that he had unleashed single handed in the Church of Humanity. “Here is something I want you to think about” Hunter said, maintaining the trance state, “’Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice.’ That is a quote from Tolkien and it is something to think on.”
“Now I want you to think back to the first person you killed. Go back to the time and place where it happened. See it in your mind. Remember the sights, the sounds, the smells. Relive that moment again in your mind. As you relive it tell me, how do you feel?” Hunter hoped to find a different in how she felt the first time she killed someone.
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"I regret killing those that deserve life," Meld stated. She wasn't all that familiar with Tolkien but she was pretty sure that wasn't the point anyway. "But are there lives worth any more than the lives I've saved by killing those who would kill others?" In her own mind, at least, she felt justified in the deaths she had caused. The fear was not that those she had killed were not deserving, the fear was in the fact that if she continued down her present path she might begin killing simply for the sake of killing rather than for her higher purpose.
Meld considered, once again, the deaths she had caused, this time concentrating on the first death. "I think that was a cop. It was self defense and I didn't intend on killing him. I was wounded and ended up in a hospital. Someone reported that I had committed some crime that I didn't commit, because I was a mutant. They began shooting, I got the hell out of there. He died in the process."
Meld's voice held no pride in that death. It was fact and was stated coldly as fact. "If he hadn't tried to kill or imprison me he would still be alive. I didn't mean for him to die."
Meld was doing what Hunter expected. She was resisting feeling the emotion of the killing. While she didn’t enjoy it she wasn’t doing what he needed her to do. “I want you to focus on the emotions you were feeling when you killed the cop. How did you feel?” What Hunter was trying to pull out was the feeling of terrible anguish that was in taking a life.
Even when there is no other course of action as she had felt at the massacre killing is something that should never be done lightly. The weight of killing should always weigh heavily on you. If it doesn’t then you have lost a part of your humanity. While she may have felt justified in killing the people in that massacre it should have been a terrible thing.
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Meld did try to follow the instructions, to really consider what she had felt when she first killed the cop. What had she felt? She really wasn't sure that she even clearly remembered. Had it really only been a little over a year ago? It seemed like a decade. Had she felt regret after her first kill? Probably. But even then she had all ready developed a tough skin and the ability to suppress her emotions when it was beneficial. It had been an essential survival technique in order to get through the life she lived with organized career criminals.
"I don't think I'm very good at this," Meld finally stated. She wasn't ready to give up, not so early in the process, but she felt it best to be honest. "When its a matter of your life or theirs, the choice is simple. Maybe I was screwed up even then, I don't know. Did I regret it then? Yes. I didn't want to kill that man. He probably had a family, maybe a kid. But he made his decision and I made mine. You can't live a life regretting every action."
Had that really been the start of her spiral? It was a disturbing thought. Justified or no, she really should be feeling more shouldn't she? Maybe she had gone further down the path of monstrous darkness than she had originally thought. Maybe she really was a lost cause.
Meld was already starting to think like a killer. Hunter would have to work harder to try and help her. Time for a new tactic. “Normally I would agree with you,” he explained, “that you shouldn’t regret your decisions, but killing is different. No matter the reason killing is not something you should be able to look back upon numbly.”
“I want you to try something. I’m going to teach you a meditation technique that opens up the mind and frees your feelings. You seem to be bottling you emotions up tight. Let’s see if I can’t start prying off the lid.” And so Hunter gave Meld the instructions to start loosening up the hold on her emotions. He’d learned this technique in Tibet and the first time he’d used it had been astonishing. The state you entered slowly relaxed your ability to hold your emotions in check. After an hour or so of meditation if you recall a memory you feel all the emotion as raw as it was when it happened, possibly rawer.
However this only worked once you had the technique mastered. It would probably take a week, maybe two for Meld to learn how to truly unlock her emotions, but the end result would be worth it. With practise and regular sessions with Hunter she should be able to do this. Then she would remember what it was like to have the weight of someone’s death on your soul.