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.
An appointment. Sara had to make an appointment. It wasn't something that she had ever done before, nor was she accustomed to it. Even when she worked for Luke, she set up her own schedules. There was a first time for Everything.
This was also the first task Slate had set for Sara where she hadn't had to get on a plane. Go to Cambodia, go to Egypt, go to Romania, and go to Hunter Antonescu. The man was on the same list as what had only been countries before now. And from what Sara knew from here say, mostly Slate's here say, The man had about as much power. At least at one point.
Sara pulled open the doors of Spiritual Balance, and stepped inside. Feeling lost and dwarfed by the obvious fast progress the building, and it's staff had been able to undertake. The place seemed to come up over night, and even the floors that received the most ware had this new floor smell.
Here ears flicked back and forth as she looked around the entrance. Tail twitching. Sara probably looked lost. She was. There was one other thing that she'd never done before. openly ask for help. Even if it was in the name of being a spy.
“Hello Miss Nobes,” Ellie said with a smile as Sara walked in. In the past she might have been a little shocked at her appearance, but over the past couple of days she’d met more mutants than she had in her life. Sara was no more exceptional than Miles or Meld. “Mr Antonescu is waiting in the meditation room. It’s just through there.”
Hunter was intrigued when he saw that Sara had made an appointment. He’d seen her briefly at the camp breakout and wondered if she remembered him. It had been a busy week so far meeting lost of mutants both old and new. Watching her through the glass walls he smiled and motioned for her to come in.
There was no shock at Sara's appearance during the greeting and she was thankful for it. people gawking at her was so common that she tried not to notice when people did it. The feat became easier through the months, but it also made it more obvious when someone broke the usual pattern and greeted her correctly.
Sara thanked Ellie, then moved past her to the meditation room. Her chin dipped slightly as she walked out of habit of using her longer hair like a hood on either side of her face. There was only a slight hesitation at the door till Hunter motioned her inside, then with quick smooth percise movements, Sara opened the doors and slid inside.
Sara did remember Hunter from the brief time she'd seen him during the break out of the registration camps a few years ago. If she hadn't known better, she'd mistake him for someone else completely. "Good afternoon." Sara wasn't really sure what she was supposed to call Hunter. Hunter didn't seem to fit him at the moment. Mr.Antonescu felt uncomfortable formal. She covered the empty space of not knowing what to properly call him, but crossing the room and offering her hand.
Hunter took the offered hand and shook it warmly. “Hello Sara,” he said smiling, “We’ve met before if memory serves, though under much less pleasant circumstances.” Even Hunter had disapproved of the camps, though back then it was more for practicle reasons. Now he objected to them on moral grounds.
“So what can I do for you?” Sara had not been specific in booking her appointment as to why she was here. He didn’t mind. People might not want to talk about why they were here over the phone. Whatever the reason he hoped he could help.
The advantage of having glass walls was that Sara could look through them at a glance without having to go to the next room. The disadvantage, they were distracting. Subtle movements from other rooms caught her attention in a split second. While they greeted each other Sara's eyes were already flicking this way and that.
"A year ago or so, I developed a new mutation. I know what triggers it, but it can take me hours to turn it off. It's sort of a sixth sense for movement, and it wouldn't bather me, Except when this sense is on, I'm blind." Sara pushed the memories of how the mutation was acquired back. She'd been shot in the head and then left for dead. It wasn't exactly pleasant. Her right ear twitched and she absentmindedly played with the fur around her arm. "I know that there will be no instant fix, but it's been a year, and I need... I know that I should be farther along in figuring out the off switch than this."
Hunter could see her eyes flicking this way and that as movement caught her eye. They might need to move to one of the private rooms if it became to destracting. “Straight down to business then,” he said with a smile, “I like that.”
“Well I’ve had experience training mutants in the past. Although I am now without my psychic abilities I still believe that I can help you. So tell me, what triggers this new sense of yours?” What ever the trigger was the off switch was most likely linked.
why not down to business? It was better than odd awkward silences. Plus it kept her from being able to think twice about asking for help. "No offense, but with my experience with psychic mutants, given the choice, I wouldn't allow you in my head anyways." Sara said as politely as she could while being point blank with her tone. There was just a little bit of fear there when it came to what another mutant could do to her mind.
"Generally it's pain to my eyes." Sara said with a shrug. The motion more to herself reminding herself telling him was no big deal if she wanted help that's what she was supposed to do."It has been physical like sand to the face or pepper spray, but usually I get caught off guard by bright light. I'm told that when the mutation is triggered my pupils of my eyes contract to slits so thin, they look like they're not there."
“I understand. It’s wise to be careful about who you let in your head.” Hunter knew from experience that it was a lot easier to keep someone out of your mind than to kick them out of your mind. He couldn’t blame Sara for not wanting psychics poking around in her mind.
“If it is pain to the eyes that triggers it then most likely once the pain is passed your power will deactivate,” he said as he thought about it, “So with work you should be able to focus your mind and realise that the pain and danger has passed and shut your power down. If you are willing I have some meditation techniques that allow you to gain better control of your mental state. They should help you in controlling this.”
Sara shook her head. "I heal quickly. Pain doesn't last more than a few moments." Though she liked that he was already throwing out ideas. "Though the danger part makes sense."
Sara mentally reminded herself who she was in a room with. The fact that she'd started to allow herself to get comfortable with him was both a good thing and a bad thing. If he was going to pull anything on her, it wouldn't be at a place like this. Not when he wanted to keep the reputation in good standings. However that didn't mean she would let all guards down. Though doing her best not to show it on the outside.
Sara's eyes flicked back on Hunter's for a moment before practice that was going on in another room drew her attention again. She'd never been in a building where you would watch what was going on in other rooms through the walls and the effect of this was something rather simple that she found entertaining. It was also less claustrophobic. (Typical cat trying to ignore a fish tank syndrome.)
"That is actually the idea of my coming here." Sara admitted. "It's one thing to read about techniques or hear about them, and it's another to actually be shone them."
Hunter gave her a smile and said, “In that case let’s begin.” He sat down on the floor cross-legged and rested his hands on his knees palm up and motioned for her to do the same. “While I don’t have a tail I’ve worked with someone who has. They find it easier to wrap it round their waist.”
“Now I want you to close your eyes and clear your mind,” he instructed, “just relax and let everything drift away. Someone closed the soundproof door quietly. With all the outside noise shut out and her eyes closed there should be nothing to distract Sara.
Sara followed Hunter's directions with her tail. her legs crossed around her ankles and hocks. she then lowered herself into the pose with her tail tucking tight around her hips. Too tight actually. Her lower part of her spine arround her hips tilted to the side making her slouch uncomfortably at first. She corrected her posture, relazing the lower half of her spine, and the thick band of fur that was her tail, slid a good six inches looser. The tip hung off one side of her lap and kept a slow rhythmic beat on the floor behind her. 'Huhh......"
The door to the room shut and the absence of sound it brought sent Sara's ears twitching more. Sound proof room. A high quality sound proof room. It took Sara only a few seconds to find a sound to focus on. Her and Hunter's heart beats and while her heart beat wasn't racing, his was still significantly lower.
“Now I want you to close your eyes and clear your mind, just relax and let everything drift away."
Sara couldn't do that. At least not yet. "What changed?" Sara asked, instead of completely following his directions. She was sent here to gather information after all and sometimes information was best received from the subject. Plus it wasn't just the spy that wanted to know this information, but the curious students. "We've never personally interacted, but my memory is still vivid from the camps, and I have been around enough other mutants to know your reputation. Sara paused in her words long enough to study Hunter's face. "With your reputation, you don't catch me as someone who would offer free services without expecting something in return."
Hunter smiled at Sara. He wasn’t surprised that she was a little suspicious. Everyone who knew him from before would be, even if only by reputation. “Everything,” he said simply. Giving her a moment to process that he continued, “I was a terrible person, hurting and destroying others for my own gain. I’ve come to realise that now.”
Coming to realise it was one of the hardest things in Hunter’s long life. It was a lot easier to look yourself in the mirror when you didn’t have a conscience. When you didn’t have to justify all the things you did. Because so few of them could be justified. “I’m trying to make amends for my past. So I’m trying to help people. I don’t expect that I’ll ever help enough people to be absolved of my sins, but I have to try.”
He truly doubted that he would ever be absolved of the mass of atrocities that he had personally committed. Nothing he ever did would make it all right, would make everything fine again. But what choice was there?
Sara didn't know weather to completely believe him or not. However he hadn't yet given her a reason to just leave. Sara weighed the possibilities and information in her mind. She still listened to their heart beats, but Sara couldn't tell if she'd be able to read a lie from someone like him.
Her head tilted momentarily. "Then you're still greedy and want something back." The corner of Sara's mouth twitched up at the corner. "If nothing else, you're making ripples." Weather they were good ripples or bad ripples that was still hard for Sara to tell.
"Now then. Closing my eyes and clearing my mind." Sara said. Sara said as she was only successful in doing one of the two right away.
Hunter felt that Sara’s statement was harsh. After all many people did good acts for the feel good factor that came with it. Not just for that reason, but that did factor into it. Of course he was making ripples, how could he not? But hiding the other side of the world wouldn’t help him right his past wrongs.
But rather than argue he let the session continue. As she closed her eyes it was apparent that she’d not cleared her mind. “Just relax,” he said in a soft voice, “Focus on keeping your breathing rhythmic. In, and out. In, and out. Just let everything else fall away until there is only your breathing.”
Sara's ears twitched a few times. distracting stray hairs made then itch. Still she kept her pose with her eyes closed. Not completely imitating hunter's pose as her hands rested on her thighs on the edge of her padded palms. Fingers loose and relaxed.
She didn't really care how she sounded a moment ago. The statement had been said and call it Sara testing the water, so to speak. Could she get away with Saying little things?
She did as she was told and focused on her breathing. Listening to hers paired with how many heart beats her heart made between breaths. Comparing the sounds to Hunters. Then only the sound of hers. Lengthening them. The process took her a moment.