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.
It was the second evening Meld had been staying. They’d had another session that afternoon and she’d made further progress. Nothing quite as ground breaking as the first day but then that was to be expected. Hunter was finding Meld a most agreeable housemate. He’d not failed to notice her slip out last night and return a short while later with a bag. Rather than make a big deal about how she chose to leave the mansion Hunter just let it be.
It was around nine pm and Hunter had just finished his dinner. Having washed the plate he walked back into the main room and felt drawn to the piano. He’d not had a chance to play it beyond testing it and was feeling the urge. In his time in Tibet he’d not had a chance to play and it had been a while. Never the less Hunter sat on the piano stool, flexed his fingers and began to play.
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Meld was taking her committment to change seriously. Living in a new place was, much to her surprise, something that she felt would make things easier. Her past was her past and it was time to look beyond it. There wasn't much that she truly regretted, it was the fear of what may come that would cause future regrets that drove her. But she knw that it would require a significant change in mindset in order for her to even have a chance of being successfull. Maybe her lack of regret was part of the problem.
While at the Mansion or even during her previous time at Sanctuary, Meld rarely did anything with the door to her private room open. That was her personal space and she had always been rather protective of her personal space. Following through with the concept of change, however, she decided to take a risk, step out of her comfort zone just a little bit and keep her door open and welcoming.
Meld was sitting at her desk drawing, desiging what she hoped would become her next flesh meld, when she heard the piano music begin. She followed the sound of the music and stood, simply listening, until such a time as she was noticed.
Having finished the piece Hunter noticed that Meld was standing nearby. “I’m sorry,” he said, “Did I disturb you?” He knew that Meld liked to draw and didn’t know if she wanted silence to concentrate in.
Hunter himself was not a bad artist but he was a better musician. Having been so long since he had last played he was enjoying making music again. However is Meld wanted some quite to draw in he would oblige and pick a book of the shelves to read. Absent mindedly Hunter wondered if Meld was a singer and starting thinking of any duets he knew.
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"You didn't disturb me at all," Meld answered. "Actually, I found it to be rather beautiful. I don't get a lot of time to appreciate things like music." Maybe part of her problem was that she was sometimes too dedicated to her cause. Would spending a little while each day listening to music or dedicating a little more time to drawing or reading make a difference? Hard to say but it was worth a try.
"I've always had a secret interest in learning to play but I never had time when I was younger and now..." Her voice tapered off. Now she had one clawed metal and and another hand with glowing blue veins, neither of which could feel and without a sense of touch she was certain she woudlnt' be able to do anything so delicate as play an instrument. besides, without a sense of touch and with limbs stronger than usual and tipped with metal barbs, it was unfortunately rather too easy to break things if she wasn't paying enough attention.
Hunter smiled at her compliment. While he was a little rusty he was still good. As she spoke of wanting to play he saw her glance at her hands. A metal claw wasn’t suited to playing instruments. However that didn’t mean that Meld couldn’t make music.
“How’s your voice?” Hunter asked with a smile. He’d deliberately picked up sheet music for several more modern songs to give him something to learn. As it happened he’d also picked up the words for them as well.
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Meld blushed at the question of her voice and the implication that maybe she should sing with it. It wasn't that she was tone deaf, she had just never had a gift for music. Picking up an instrument was one thing; she was pretty sure she could learn to read music if only she didn't have to deal with the handicap that her mutation brought her, but to actually sing? Not too likely.
"I've never been much of a singer. Maybe in the shower alone, but never in front of people." Could it be that she, Meld, who had faced dozens of enemies and cut them all to ribbons without a second thought and been shot, burned and very nearly exploded, had a fear of singing in front of another? It was a ridiculous thought, wasn't it?
“Then let’s see what you’ve been keeping to yourself,” Hunter said with a slightly michevious smile. Reaching down the side of the piano Hunter grabbed a folder. Flicking through it he pulled out sheets. One had music on it which he placed on the piano’s stand. The other had lyrics on it.
“Here,” he said handing Meld the sheet, “I’m sure you’ve heard this before.” It was the lyrics for ‘Beautiful’ by Chritina Aguilera. Hunter had chosen the song deliberately. It was an uplifting song about self confidence. While Meld was very confident in some areas she was less so in others. Singing for example.
(OOC: Here’s a cover I found that is just vocal and piano)
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Meld looked down at the lyrics placed into her hand and then back up at Hunter. "I don't really know the song." It was part truth and part feeble excuse to try and get out of singing in front of someone else. There was no reason why she should even care was there? Besides, Christina Aguilara was not exactly her musical artist of choice. It was radically different than the more rock and metal oriented stuff she normally listened to.
"This isn't exactly the sort of music I'd expect from a 400 year old vampire." Not that she had ever even considered what a vampire might listen to, 400 year old or not. Not that she had even believed in vampires only days ago. She knew she was delaying but she was allowed to procrastinate every once and a while right?
Hunter couldn’t help but chuckle as Meld stammered excuses. He knew the things she’d faced without fear and here he was asking her to sing and she was stalling. “Once I start playing I’m sure you’ll remember it,” he said with a wry smile.
“While Christina Aguilera is not my usual taste in music I like this song,” he explained, “I tell you what. If you sing this for me I’ll sing something for you. Deal?” One way to help Meld was to get her to enjoy things in life. While music might not be something for her how would she know until she tried?
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Something rang as not quite fair in Hunter's deal that if Meld sang he would as well. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he obviously didn't mind singing in front of others while she, for some irrational reason that she had yet to figure out, did. It would be a far better deal if he did something that he was a little uncomfortable doing, but what that might be for an ageless vampire she had no idea.
"I tell you what. If I sing this song, you have to cook for me. And it better be something good." There, that seemed at least a little more fair. It might not be something he would be uncomfortable doing but at least she would get a free meal out of the deal.
She’d spotted that the deal was a little one sided. But Hunter didn’t mind and he’d happily cook her dinner as long as she was fine with a vegetarian meal. He was glad to see she’d stopped looking for a way out and was ready to give it a try.
“For you I’ll do both,” Hunter said with a smile before he started to play. Despite having never played this piece before Hunter was a very good sight reader and thus had little difficulty. To help meld he gave a nod when she should start singing.
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Although she hadn't been expecting it, Meld had been half hoping that Hunter would simply turn down her offer thus negating any need for her to actually sing in front of him. Unfortunately it was not to be and, it seemed, she was stuck now. Either she sing or she break the deal she had just agreed to make and of everything that Meld prided about herself, her honesty was one of those things. She wondered if it was strange that someone so willing to kill was so unwilling to lie.
When the music started and despite her great anxiety, Meld was true to her word and began singing. Her voice wasn't horrible but it was by no means great either. It was both hesitant and completely untrained. She knew she couldn't' reach the high notes and thus didn't even try. The horrible thought that Hunter would just start laughing at her attempts to sing entered her mind and she almost faltered right then and there.
As Hunter played the final notes he turned to Meld with a smile. “Very good,” he praised, “A little raw and untrained but still good. We could make a singer of you yet. Now true to my word it is my turn.” He turned back to the piano.
After a brief pause Hunter settled on his song choice. It had a bit more of an upbeat tempo than ‘Beautiful’ as well as a different style. He always preferred jazz to pop songs anyway. Without further ado Hunter started to play.
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Well at least Hunter hadn't started laughing at her horrible voice, that was a good sign. Meld had her doubts about the prospect of ever actually becoming a singer, however. Except... "Next time I get to choose the music." It had been...strangely liberating. Oh, the song itself was awful she just couldn't get into the whole pop thing. But maybe, just maybe, she might be able to get into something with a bit more of an edge to it.
Hunter's own musical number was both upbeat and very well played and she clapped at the end except that hand hitting titanium didn't really sound like much of a clap. Still, it was the thought that mattered, right? "Did you ever have stage fright? Or is it different when you're, you know, hundreds of years old." And a vampire that used to drink blood but that wasn't the important fact.
Hunter smiled and gave a little bow when he’d finished. “When I first started I got nervous about playing in front of others,” he told Meld, “But I’ve been playing the piano for over two hundred years. It’s no longer something I get nervous about.”
Reaching back down he pulled up the folder full of music. He’d deliberately gotten a large and varied choice of music to experiment with and see what he liked. “Here,” he said handing Meld the folder, “See if there’s anything in there that takes your fancy.” While she looked through the folder he just let his fingers wander of the piano, playing the first tune that came into his head.