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 struggled to nod. His vision was blurred so he could no longer see straight. He felt more air being blown into his lungs. It wouldn’t help help though, he just didn’t have the blood to carry the oxygen. Zephyr might have had the skill to manipulate the oxygen on a molecular level and allow him to recover but short of that his options were to get blood in him or rest.
The trouble was he had never rested in this condition before he didn’t know if he could be trusted. Every other time he’d gotten this bad he just surrendered to his instinct and that always led to someone dying. That was no longer an option.
He still wasn't talking. And the added air didn't seem to help. He only seemed to be getting heavier. "What can I do, Mister Vampire?" She didn't even know his name and she was going to witness his slow and agonizing death? Could he even hear her?
Ghost touched his cheek lightly so that she might turn his face toward hers. She was very concerned. He had to be alright. She wanted to keep the death told on Full Circle grounds to a minimum. That was why she had instituted her neutral policy.
Her very pale skin made the blood beneath it all that much easier to see. Her short white hair left her neck wholly exposed. She had no idea that she was in fact not helping.
Was Maya trying to be deliberately unhelpful? Hunter was well aware that she didn’t know what she was doing and he was just delirious from lack of oxygen from the brain but still. She was right there, her pale skin flushed in panic making her blood so apparent. Definately not helping.
She had no clue what to do, which was understandable. Your average first aid course did not cover vampires with breathing difficulties. “Lock... me... up...” Hunter just about managed to say. It was little more than a whisper. Maya had a minute tops before he passed out, and what happened then was anyone’s guess.
Lock him... Well, maybe it was some sort of burial thing? Ghost wasn't good at digging holes, but they did have an employee room. That one didn't have a door. Her office then? Jude was in there. He could move. Man, he would think meeting a vampire was cool. Ghost just didn't want him to get munched.
"Okay." Maya was nothing, if not obedient. She moved closer, tucking her shoulder beneath the vampire's so that she could better leverage his weight. Then it was a matter of bookshelves. Three or four sections weren't that many to traverse to the back of the store, right?
Ghost knocked on her own office door. "Do not eat my son." Her tone was darker this time. Perhaps the most unfriendly words she had spoken to Hunter. The first non-optional request.
A woman with downy feathers answered the door. "If you could resume your teaching in the employee lounge or at the Iris Clinic, I would be much obliged." The birdwoman took a look at the man and then went to usher Jude out of the office., But these things take time...
This was taking too long. Hunter heard something about not eating her son but couldn’t afford to focus on it. Maya needed more time, he had to hold on so she could lock him up. He managed to hold on long enough until the office was in sight. But they were still far away.
Out of time.
Hunter had nothing left but one final act of desperation. He released his strangle hold on his abilities and strength flooded back to his limbs.
Standing right next to her the smell of blood was still strong. Weaker than when she had been freshly cut but definitely there. Hunter would only have control for a few seconds before his instincts took over. He’d best make these seconds count. In a fraction of a second his superhuman senses took stock of everything. A female birdlike mutant was in the office. There was also a young boy in there was well. The woman was asking the boy to come with here but it all seemed so slow. There was another person in here, but in a different room. Unimportant. The office had a wooden door, something that might restrain him. There was a lock on the door. It was the best hope of everyone here.
Hunter sprang forward into the office at inhuman speeds. Grabbing the boy by the back of the neck and the woman by the arm he hurled both from the office before they could react. “LOCK IT!” he screamed at Maya. His hands grabbed the first things they found. His right hand started to deform the top of a filing cabinet while his left destroyed a computer monitor. They had no time left. She needed to lock the door now or they were dead. They were all dead.
Lesson one. When a Vampire shouts at you. You obey.
After catching your son.
The door shut and Maya fumbled for her keys. It was beyond her to worry about her glass topped desk or fancy computer system. Jingle, jingle. Finally the key slid home and turned. Something made the door bounce in its frame and Ghost jumped back, knocking into Jude.
"S-sorry."
"You need be more judicious in your friend making."
"Good use of judicious, Jude."
"Heh. Could you go to the Iris Clinic, please?"
"Will you be alright?"
Ghost nodded and leaned her back against the door. Jude and Dallas made their way out the back alley where she had been carried out, bleeding not two years before. She hoped there wasn't any blood smell left under the carpet. Back to the door, she sliiiiiiid into a seated position. The Full Circle's guardian.
The front door bell chimed and Ghost waved the other attendant over. She wasn't budging.
The door was locked just in time because Hunter lost it an instant before. He lunged across the room and hammered his fist into the door. Recoiling in pain he demolished the glass desk. His conscious mind had been pushed aside and his primal instincts were in control. While he could still smell blood it seemed so far away. While he could break the door down it seemed so much easier to just rest. With no prey insight Hunter slowly sank to the floor and passed out.
The office was ruined. Maya’s desk and computer were in bits on the floor, there was a large cracked dent in the door and it was going to take some doing to open the top draw of the filing cabinet. But no one had been hurt. Hunter would awake in an hour or so with nothing more than a badly bruised hand. Although it would have preferred to take more blood by force his body would recover on its own.
Now the waiting game. Like any child's fit, it just had to run its course. Every creaking, banging and crashing made something inside her chest twist up. It was silly how some things she had latched on to. That desk had photos of her family and friends. She was just glad that Zephyr had done her taxes already.
And the struggling stopped eventually. Ghost turned and pressed her ear to the door. Noooooothing? She knocked lightly. Then knocked again. Then turned around to wait again.
Slowly Hunter opened his eyes. The first thing he noticed was his hand hurt, a lot. Then everything came rushing back and he sat bolt upright. No taste of blood in his mouth so he hadn’t fed. Looking around however it soon became apparent that he had destroyed this room. A quick glance at his watch revealed that almost an hour had passed.
He quickly got to his feet and was surprised to find that other than his aching hand he felt fine. Apparently if there was no readily available source of food he body could recover on its own. It just required him to pass out for an hour or so. He also wasn’t sure what would have happened if someone opened the door. It’s possible he would have just stayed passed out on the floor but waking up and attacking them was equally possible.
Tentatively he knocked on the door. “Hello,” he asked, “Is anyone out there? Is everyone ok? I’m sorry about the office. I’ll pay to replace everything.” He wondered how Maya would react after he basically lost control in her store.
Stirring? It was so tempting to slip under the door and just take a peek, but Ghost waiting while Mister scary vampire got his fangs in order. Eventually he knocked. Back to being the polite man.
"All done?" Ghost put the key back in the door and turned. Hesitated before the bolt was all the way, but ended up cracking the door a bit to get a good look.
He seemed in control of his faculties. And... oh her desk. Hunter was standing on a rumpled picture of Shin. Ghost reached, but stopped. She wasn't risking another bloody fiasco. She didn't expect him to pay. Very few people came through on those promises. The words sounded empty.
"Are you well, Mister Vampire?" She raised her chin. She would clean up later to avoid more blood. Because there would be blood.
“I’m so sorry,” Hunter said as she opened the door, “I truly am. I don’t know what happened. There’s something about your blood. I should have kept better control of myself. Please charge me the cost of this when I buy the books. That is if you’ll still sell me the books.”
He’s completely destroyed this poor woman’s officer, not to mention probably scare her witless. “I’ll clean this up before I go,” he assured her, “And my name isn’t Mr Vampire. I’m Hunter Antonescu. Pleased to meet you, though I understand if you’re not so thrilled to meet me. Are the people I threw out of here ok?” He’d not exactly been worried about being gentle at the time and hoped that he’d not hurt anyone.
"It's nice to meet you Mister Antonescu." Just a hint of over enunciation from a leftover foreign accent. She shook her head. "It's not really worth much. Sentimental... mostly."
Her lower lip rolled under her upper lip. She sighed. Then Ghost pulled her chin up again and met those silver eyes with her honey brown ones. "They'll survive. It's better than eaten. "
"Uh-Let's go ring you up, at least." A smile. It didn't have to be real. She just had to try to mean it.
“I really sorry,” he said again as he followed her to the till, “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” This was not the first impression he wanted to make for Sebastian upon his return. He’d hoped they could put aside their past differences. Instead Hunter had almost attacked his wife and destroyed her office.
The biggest shock was that Hunter was not in nearly as much control as he thought he was. He’d managed to convince himself that he’d mastered his blood addiction. How wrong he was. He would work on it, he wouldn’t let this beat him.
What could he do? Ghost closed her door and the middle caved in a bit. Ah. Yeah. "It's really alright." She started to motion Mister Hunter to the counter, but then caught her own hand. No more hand waving.
"If you ever need help... with whatever." She shrugged and went back through the circular enclosure. The total was long cleared by other customers, but Ghost rang up his books again with careful efficiency.
Hunter followed Maya to the counter as she rang up his books again. He’s not missed the start and stop hand wave, but he was in control now and with an hour passing the smell has dissipated. Taking out his wallet he handed over the money for the books and scooped them into his arms.
“Thank you,” he said motioning for her to keep the change, “and sorry, again.” He turned and headed for the door. On his way out he decided that he would do something to make it up to Maya. He wasn’t sure what yet, but he would do something.