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 couldn’t help but smile at Katrina. After all he had just confessed to she still offered to help him. All the good he had tried to do since returning seemed to pale in comparison to that simple sentence from a fourteen year old girl.
“I’d like that,” he said softly. The tears had stopped now as Hunter composed himself. Giving Katrina a final squeeze he broke the hug and asked, “So, what have you been up to while I was off seeking redemption in Tibet?”
Katrina let her arms fall back into her lap as Hunter released his grip. She scooted backwards, too, so she was back on the couch with her toes still resting comfortably on the side of his leg. She nodded solemnly so he could see. She would do her best.
“Me?” Katrina smiled, now that the topic was shifting away from what was making him so sad. Now that was a long story. “I've been going to school at Xavier's, and I've been learning to fly the jet for one of my classes. On Christmas, all the students rescued the city by fighting the clay cthulhu that was accidentally summoned in the park.” Even though she hadn't done much of the actual combating, she had rallied everyone and led them to the fight.
What else... “I've learned a lot about my powers and a boy kissed me. I got a cell phone from Abyss and a dog from Sam. And me 'n Calley are planning a really cool costume for Halloween, but it's a secret so I won't tell you any of the details.” She scrunched her nose, trying to remember any of the other highlights. There was also the whole green eyed man incident, but that was rather an unpleasant story, probably best saved for when Hunter wasn't feeling bad about being evil.
“Also, a lot of homework.” She was neglecting some of it right now, as a matter of fact. She smiled up at him, pushing the thought of homework far from her mind.
Well Katrina certainly had been busy. He was glad to hear she was at the Mansion, it was probably the best place for her. Clay Cthulhu, well that was a new one. Hunter only frowned a little at the kissed a boy part. He frowned himself saying but she’s only fourteen, far too young to be kissing boys in his head before he could stop himself.
The phone call from Abyss and a dog made little sense but rather than question he let her continue. He deliberately kept an interested expression on his face at the mention of Calley and pushed the thoughts of his former spy from his mind.
“Well it sounds like you certainly have been keeping busy,” he said with a smile when she finished recounting what had happened while he’d been away. He was glad to hear that she was doing well. “Lots of homework huh? Any chance there’s some you’re meant to be doing now?” He gave her a mock stern look with the hint of a mischievous smile.
Katrina narrowed her eyes. She had been expecting questions, but not about the homework part. That had to be the least exciting part of the whole story.
“You aren't a psychic, are you?” she accused. Either that, or he was a very good guesser. Or maybe just experienced in matters of skipping homework.
She sighed and exasperated sigh. “Alright, yeah, but it's only math.”
“I used to be psychic,” Hunter replied, “but not anymore.” Truthfully Hunter was starting with the homework question because it was easy. He was trying to decide what to ask about first. Eventually he settled on what had gotten the biggest internal reaction.
“So your first kiss,” he said with a sly smile, “And just quite how did that come about?” Hunter was coming to discover that he had quite strong fatherly instincts and like all fathers disapproved of girls kissing boys until they were at least twenty one.
Used to be? She had heard of power growths, but not power shrinks. Though, he was very old, maybe if someone lived forever their powers could just keep changing forever. Interesting, but it was his turn for question asking.
Katrina had thought she could handle questions about that sort of thing, which is why she hadn't minded telling him. She blushed anyway, color rising to her cheeks she cast her gaze downward.
“It was only once. He kissed me. It's a boy I like, but I wasn't really ready to have a boyfriend yet, so right now we're just friends.” For now. At some point that could become something more. “His name is Koga, and he's a boy from school. He has lizard powers and spikes.” Spikes were way cooler than piercings, in her opinion.
That made it her turn for a question again, “Have you ever kissed anyone?”
Hunter had to bite his tongue to avoid saying ”And when do I get to meet this Koga?”. He wasn’t her father after all. Still she’d been sensible about it and decided on her own that she was too young for a boyfriend. Which was good, because she was.
He hadn’t been expecting the question to be turned around back to him. “I’ve kissed a great many people,” he told her, continuing to tell Katrina the truth, “but I have only ever loved one. Her name was Katherine Oswald. I met her so many years ago.” Two hundred and twenty eight years, two months and nine days to be exact.
She could tell that Hunter was satisfied with how she had answered Koga. Like a bird, his feathers resettled themselves and he was calm. Not that he would admit that his feathers had ever been slightly out of array.
He didn't seem to mind telling her about his past experiences in the world of romance. The great many people he had known, but how he had only one true love. The first part was matter of fact, as if he were telling her how many cows he had owned back when he was a farmer. The latter part, though, he said with a wistful expression on his face as if he was even now remembering when they had first met.
Katrina sighed quietly. It was very romantic.
“What does it feel like to be in love?” This was an important question. She wanted to make sure that should she ever be head over heels that she would recognize the symptoms before it was too late. The last thing she wanted was to realize after someone was already married to someone else that she was in love with him; she'd already had a close call on a somewhat smaller scale than that.
What an interesting question. What did it feel like to be in love? Hunter cast his mind back to Katherine and how she made him feel. “It just feels... right,” he said, struggling to explain, “It’s hard to explain but everything is just better when you are with that person. Without them everything seems a little bit duller.”
Hunter could guess the reason that Katrina was asking him this question. Young people were always worried they wouldn’t be able to tell when they were in love. “When you love someone you just know. While it might take you a while to come to that realisation once you do it is crystal clear.”
After a pause he said, “So Abyss phoned you with a talking dog?” That was one of the odder points of what had happened while he was gone. There was also a clay Cthulhu that he was curious about. But one thing at a time.
It had to be crystal clear to be love? She didn't have that symptom. Her feelings were about as clear as mud. That probably meant she was still only in the 'like' stage, if even that. She just wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Most likely good. Fourteen year olds that fell in love in literature didn't often meet with happy endings.
The little blonde blinked, confused for a moment about Hunter's question.
“Oh, no. Abyss gave me a phone, so I can call people. See?” She pulled her red cell phone out of her pocket to show him. “The dog is separate. She's a golden retriever. I have a picture, too.” She flipped the phone open, clicked a few buttons, then turned the screen toward Hunter again. It displayed a picture of a large golden dog chewing on a colorful piece of rope.
“See? Her name is Kenzie. I got her because one of the teachers at the mansion found a whole litter of puppies all at once and he couldn't take care of them all. She's a bit of a handful sometimes, but she's really friendly.”
Right, that made a lot more sense. “I see,” Hunter said as he looked at the picture, “So she’s all yours huh? She’s a beautiful little thing. Do you know in all my life I have never once owned a pet?” Hunter told Katrina.
He’d thought about it a few times, but he always kept moving around and had more important things to do than look after some animal. At least at the time they’d seemed more important. “So if I was going to get a pet what sort of pet do you think I should get?” he asked, “I’ve already had someone suggest a parrot because unlike most people it won’t outlive me so I won’t have to make arrangements for it.” It was a pretty silly reason Kai had given him for getting a parrot.
Now it was Katrina's turn to be confused, “I thought you had a pink parakeet back during registration.” Surely that hadn't been a figment of her imagination.
“Well, if you want a pet that's fairly independent, cat's are nice.” She was liked cat's quite a bit, having been one once, she couldn't help but respect them. “If you want a pet that is faithful, dogs are really good pets. I really like mine. She sleeps on my feet when I do homework.” She considered for a moment, “I don't know much about parrots. Turtles live a long time, too, though.”
“If you want, you can come over and visit Kenzie and take her for a walk with me, you could see what it's like. You don't want to adopt a pet if you aren't sure you want one. A lot of pets end up getting abandoned because their owners change their minds.” There was one in particular at the mansion whose official owner didn't do a very good job of taking care of him. Luckily, there were lots of people around the mansion to cover for Calley's awful pet-owning skills.
“That was Calley,” Hunter said, casting his mind back. Calley had been spying for him for a while, including infiltrating the mansion. He specifically had the boy not reveal he was an animal shifter, claiming to only be able to turn into a tiger. “I he was working for me as a spy. I was lying so as not to blow his cover.”
“Probably best I hold off getting a pet for now then,” he said nodding at her point about abandonment, “I’d certainly like to come and visit but you’d best clear it with the people at the mansion first.” Some night not like the idea of him turning up on their doorstep. He didn’t even know who the current staff where.
The part about the pink parakeet being Calley was not so difficult to imagine. He was, after all, an animal shifter. The part that she had trouble wrapping her mind around was that he had been a spy. A former spy now, it would seem, who had formerly worked for a man that had formerly been evil.
What?
Sometimes the truth was more unrealistic than the lie.
“What did you need spies for? Who were you even spying on?” Parts of her brain still couldn't quite comprehend the whole scope of everything that had been going on in the shadows back then.
“Was Calley evil, too? Did he ever kill anyone?” It would stand to reason that the answer to those would be yes, since spies generally were of a similar alignment as their employers and generally did things like kill people... at least, they did in the movies. Knowing what she knew about Calley, though, she didn't think that a yes was possible to either one. He had been completely shaken up even by a car crash that had ended in accidental fatalities. It just... wouldn't be in Calley's character to kill someone. No and no, she hoped he would answer.
>>>“Probably best I hold off getting a pet for now.”
Yes, yes it probably was, if the closest thing he had ever had to a pet was a pet spy.
“I'll ask if you're allowed to visit,” she promised.
“Back then I spied on everyone,” He explained, “I needed to know everyone’s secrets so I could use them to manipulate them into doing what I wanted. At the time I knew most of what was going on in the mansion and the sanctuary.” Yes, Calley had been such a good spy. His inquisitive nature coupled with Ingram’s collar and Hunter’s brutal handling had made him one.
“I forced Calley into being my spy. I threatened to kill him if he didn’t cooperate,” He confessed to Katrina, “I never had him kill anyone, I had other operatives for that. Calley was just to gather information.” Hunter couldn’t think of anyone still alive who would hate him as much as Calley. The only time Calley had come close to killing was when he tried to kill Hunter. He’d given it his all and had nearly succeeded. Hunter wasn’t even sure that he could have regenerated that much damage.
“It would probably be best if you also let Calley know if I’m coming to visit,” Hunter said sadly, “I doubt the boy will ever want to see me again. After the things I did to him the least I can do is respect his wishes.”