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.
The fact that Calley was most definitely not evil was a relief. Though, she had known the whole time. Right.
Also, death threats. He really had been a charmer, hadn't he? It still felt like fiction to her; the truth would take some time to sink in, but she still wanted to know everything she could. It wasn't often that an adult actually trusted her with knowing information like that. Half the time they told her she was too young and the other half she turned invisible and spied on them anyway. She did it every once in awhile because she was curious and felt left out, but there wasn't any information so valuable to her that she would ever need to threaten people.
Then again, she didn't have a whole team of operatives with a secret agenda. Not like Hunter back then... or Slate now. Had he inherited more than just a medical lab when Hunter had left? Katrina could make a guess and see if she was right.
“Operatives? Was that the Kabal?” Now they tried to help countries in turmoil. 'Corrupt them with good' was the phrase she thought Slate had used. She doubted very much that had been Hunter's end goal, if he had truly been evil.
“What was the point of all of that, anyway?” As long as he was being so free with information, she might as well soak it all in right now. It might even help her with the How To Be Good lessons she was already planning out in her head.
Also, “Yeah, I'll tell Calley before you come over. Just in case.”
Hunter couldn’t help but look on in surprise when Katrina mentioned the Kabal. So someone had taken the reigns of his old team of mercenaries. Or at least the name, after all he wasn’t sure how many of the original members were still there. “Yes,” he said, “They were one aspect.”
“The point was to rule the world,” he said with a sad smile, “Isn’t it funny how that phrase makes me sound like a Saturday morning cartoon villain? But my ultimate goal was to subjugate the entire world.” Progressive infiltration of various governments coupled with a coup here or there would do most of it. Once he had a solid powerbase he’d start being a little more overt action and start taking places by force. He’d take his time and work slowly and unseen. It’s likely that Katrina would have been an old woman by the time he took any overt action.
But he’d put all that behind him now. Now he just wanted to help people and not on quite as large a scale. The bigger a scale you played on the less you noticed the individuals. Even benevolence on a world scale would missing the suffering of individuals and focus only on the masses.
Katrina felt a little smug about figuring it out about his former group. She tried not to show it on her face as much as Hunter showed his surprise.
Taking over the world. Of course.
“It does a little,” Katrina smiled behind her hand at the comment about the Saturday morning cartoon villain. “But, really, what would you do with a whole world, once you ruled it? You'd probably just be signing papers and kissing babies all day long.” As long as they were being lighthearted about things now.
“You'll probably be much happier this way,” Katrina mused. “You'll have much more time to actually enjoy life if you aren't stressing over which country to take over next or whether Finland is getting a little uppity again.”
Katrina’s comments couldn’t help but make Hunter laugh. This was the first time in a very long time that he had genuinely laughed. “I can hardly believe,” he said with a broad smile, “that it has taken me four hundred and thirty nine years to learn what you have in fourteen. I do believe you are right. Without worrying about the big picture I can start to enjoy the little things in life again.”
“Do you still play the clarinet?” he asked. He remembered the wonderful duet they had played two years ago. Only since giving up his old ways had he come to truly love music again and hoped he’d get a chance to play with her once more.
“The oboe!” Katrina corrected him with only slight indignation. Really, it was very slight for a double reed player. “Of course I do.” She did, too. She had practiced almost everyday, with only a slight interruption when she hadn't much felt like playing last summer; back then she hadn't felt much like doing anything.
“I'm pretty good, too,” Katrina puffed up her chest slightly. Playing oboe was one of the things she was most proud of, even if she hadn't been doing it for nearly as long as Hunter had been playing violin or piano. “We should play together again some time.” It was one of those little things he could enjoy now that he wasn't taking over the world.
“And we could go to the zoo, and to orchestra concerts, and visit the art museum and you could show me the paintings by people that you knew once, or maybe even paintings that have you in the background or something, and... do you like horseback riding?” Katrina had been feeling a little cooped up lately. The sudden chance to be able to do things outside of the mansion was exciting. “And do you know how to drive? In a few months I'll be able to take driver's ed. I can't wait to drive. I had to walk all the way here today.”
“Sorry,” he said with an apologetic grin, “the oboe. I was never any good with woodwind instruments, can’t tell the difference between them.” It was the wood part of the woodwinds that had put Hunter off. Of course with his powers restricted that didn’t matter. Perhaps he’d take the time to learn one now.
“We certainly should,” he agreed. To be able to properly relax and just play for the enjoyment was something he was going to look forward to doing a lot more of. In fact the list of things that Katrina was suggesting they do appealed to him a lot. He could just go and do things simply for the sake of doing them. No longer was there a hidden agenda, a subtle plan. Not everything he did had to link into everything else.
“How do you think we all got around back in the 1600s?” he asked her, “You either rode a horse or in a carriage. And the suspension back then was awful, so unless you brought a lot of cushions in your carriage you’d end up with a bruised behind. So unless I needed to keep up appearances I’d ride everywhere. It’s been a while but I was pretty good back in the day.”
“You walked all the way here from the mansion?” he said incredulously, “That’s a long walk. How about next time you take a cab? It’ll certainly be a lot easier on your feet.” He was going to make sure that when she headed back she had cab fare. Even with her illusion of Nigel to protect her he wasn’t going to let a fourteen year old girl walk back to the mansion at night. “I can drive, but currently don’t have a car. I might need to acquire one at some point but for now I can get a cab everywhere.
Carriages were the limousines of the 1600s, apparently. They looked pretty, but weren't as practical as traveling the normal way. Though, even a carriage would be better for getting home today than walking back. Her feet didn't even want to think about putting her shoes back on, let alone walk again.
“I don't have a job,” Katrina pointed out, “So cabs get really expensive and the buses are just creepy.” Besides, she really wanted to save up so she could get her own vehicle when she was old enough to drive it.
She glanced out the window and was surprised to see that it was so dark already. Her mom might start worrying about her if she didn't show up back at the kitchen table to work on her math homework pretty soon.
“I probably should go home soon,” she admitted after checking the time on her cell phone. “Thank you for letting me visit. If you give me your phone number I can call you and let you know if it is okay with the mansion people before you come over.”
Hunter nodded knowingly. Young people always found it hard to make money and taxi rides from the mansion to the city were not cheap. Seeing as it was dark it was probably best that Katrina got back before people started to worry.
“Here,” he said pulling out a small, blank white card and writing his number on it, “And here’s money for a cab fare back to the mansion.” As he handed her the card he also gave her enough to cover the fare and a little extra for herself. “Next time you want to come and visit promise me you’ll get a cab. Don’t worry about the cost, I’ll pay for it once you get here.” Some would accuse him of spoiling Katrina. They would be right.
Katrina blinked at the card and the bills in his hand. That was much too much money for a cab ride. More like... she tried to do the math in her head. Three cab rides? Four?
“Wow, thanks. You don't have to...” He didn't withdraw his hand, so she slowly took the items he held out to her and tucked them carefully into her pocket.
“Thanks again Hunter!” Before leaving she flung her arms around him once again in a hug. “I'll see you again soon!” And with that she scampered out the door and down the stairs. Soon would hopefully be on an impatient teenage girl's time frame, not the infinitely stretched out soon of a stereotypical immortal that had all the time in the world.
Hunter returned Katrina’s hug and followed her downstairs. He followed her outside and made sure that she got into a cab safely. Giving her a parting wave as she headed off back to the mansion he turned and headed back inside.
It was nice to know someone was glad to see him back. He looked forward to spending more time with Katrina. Before she would have just been a tool for him to use. Now he saw her for what she truly was. A wonderful little girl who had a heart of gold.
(No Shin's were hurt in the making of this post. Shin's words and actions used with expressed written consent of Tetsuya Shinbo.)
The scampering stopped abruptly at the bottom of the stairs and changed back into the confident yet quiet stride of Nigel Banks. The tall black man bowed his head in parting to Hunter's secretary who was packing up her belongings to leave for the night.
“Have a good evening, miss,” Nigel's voice gently growled before Katrina stepping out into the night. It took a few minutes before a cab pulled up to where she and Hunter admired lost kitten posters by a telephone pole. At least, Katrina did, Hunter probably didn't care too much about lost kitten posters. Once in the cab, she turned and gave Hunter a big smile and a little wave through the back window. The cabby looked at her, or Nigel rather, a little funny, but she didn't care.
--
Back at home she shed her disguise at the gate and went looking for someone of authority. The first person she found was Shin, reading Sherlock Holmes in the library. Katrina highly approved of his literature selection.
“Shin?” Katrina put on her best wibbley kitten eyes, “Is it alright if my friend Hunter comes to visit the mansion at some point?”
The triangle manipulator shrugged his indifference, “Sure. Just don't get into any trouble! ”
She gave him a grin. “Thanks!” Then she skittered. She had one more person to talk to, if she could find him.
--
The little illusionist collapsed onto her bed. Calley was nowhere to be found and she had looked everywhere in the mansion. That probably meant he was sleeping at the Sanctuary tonight. Since it was getting rather late, she figured she'd just have to wait until tomorrow to tell him, or warn him, that his old death-threatening-spy-master-boss was back and also that Hunter was a changed man now.