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.
“I’ll have the Nobu-style tofu with miso sauce and mizuna greens please,” Hunter said to the woman before following Meld to their table. The atmosphere was noticeably cheerful with people chatting away at their tables. There was one little blip where those two guys were sitting.
Hunter had clocked them the moment they walked in. Despite his change Hunter still unconsciously scanned the room for threats and had immediately spotted those as a possible problem. They’d spotted Meld the moment she walked in and the hushed conversation they were having didn’t set Hunter at ease.
As they took their seats a third came and joined them. By now Meld had spotted them as well, her tail eye keeping an eye on them. “Whatever happens promise me you’ll stay in your seat,” Hunter asked. The three of them were psyching themselves up to come and confront Meld as he spoke. It was important that she let him handle this. Both for her sake and theirs.
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Meld kept her tail trained on the three guys sitting at the nearby table. She tried to enjoy her rice and chicken but as the minutes ticked by she could feel her anger building. What right did they have to judge her for what she was? She hadn't done anything to antagonize them, sitting down quietly and simply eating her meal and there they were plotting, judging by their expressions and movements, to try and do something rash. Most likely to try and force her out of the establishment. A low growl escaped her throat, being unable to suppress it.
"You can't expect me to sit by and do nothing if they come over here," Meld answered, keeping her voice low. A dangerous edge entered it, one part frigid anger one part unmistakable anticipation. It was very much like a drug addict having the opportunity to get their next fix except that her drug of choice was violence and her fix may very well be the unfortunate human idiots.
"I won't do anything rash." But oh, how she wanted to. Oh how she wanted to see their blood run.
“Yes I can,” Hunter replied calmly, “and it is very important that you do. If anything happens I will deal with it but you have to remain in your seat.” Hunter could see it in her eyes that she so desperately wanted to go over there and take those three apart. He knew that feeling. Yesterday in the bookshop he’d been presented with a chance to satiate his addiction. He’d almost given in.
Unfortunately Hunter felt it was a matter of when instead of if those guys would come over. He hoped Meld would find the strength to stay in her seat. Their sparring session this morning had shown him that when she fought she fought to kill. Even though they were sparring she had been working towards a killing strike. With her blades uncovered it would be all too easy for her to do it. She did not need the temptation to kill and he didn’t need blood flying everywhere. Just in case he began to prepare his mind to resist the urge.
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Meld felt the urge building within her. It had been almost two months since she last had a true outlet for her violence, almost two months since she had felt the thrill of fear and pain that her blades inevitably brought. Those two months, mostly, hadn't been too difficult. She had been preoccupied with her new hand and learning to control it, as well as helping Aura to forge her new sword and forging her own new gauntlet. Life had been busy enough that the urge didn't come over her. Unfortunately she had also been distracted enough that she hadn't realized that it had been building. It was dangerous when she let things get this bad, harder to control. If she let it out regularly there would be death but it would be the death of just assassination. When she let it build to this point the outlet ended in massacres and often those people who died were only barely worthy of the death she offered them.
"I'll let you handle things." The words were difficult to get out, the longing in her voice impossible to hide. If things got bad she wasn't even certain she would be able to resist acting. How had things gotten to this point without her having noticed? Why had she allowed them to get this bad? Maybe she should have began her life of non-violence after letting out some of her stresses. Maybe then this would be easier. Or maybe it would never get easier.
Hunter smiled at Meld when she agreed. He knew how hard it was to resist deep seated urges, especially when the opportunity to indulge them placed before you. Reaching over he gave her left hand a reassuring squeeze. While she might not feel it, the intent was there in the gesture. There was still hope for her yet.
As it turned out Meld had agreed just in time as all three of the guys rose and started heading for their table. Hunter stood and put himself between them and Meld. This was more to stop her hurting them than the other way around. “Can I help you gentlemen?” he asked politely. His hands hung lose at his side and his stance was nonthreatening. It wasn’t unprepared however.
“Yeah,” the lead guy said, “You muties can get the f**k out of here.” His buddies made noises of agreement behind him. The guy standing before him was big, bigger than Hunter. About six four and probably weighed over two eighty pounds, most of which was muscle. He was trying to use his size to intimidate Hunter into moving. Hunter wasn’t impressed. The way the man moved indicated some fighting technique but not a great deal and nowhere near as much as his. Even with his two buddies, both of who were about Hunter’s size, they were no match for Meld.
“But we’ve just ordered,” Hunter explained remaining calm and keeping a level tone, “All we want is to eat our lunch in peace. So if you would kindly go back to your table and leave us alone we’ll do just that.” He was offering them a way out, a chance to end this without violence. It wasn’t really for their benefit as he knew that they were too psyched up to back down now. He done it so everyone else could see he wanted to end this peacefully. To everyone else here it was now them, not him and Meld, that were causing the disturbance.
“I said f**k off,” the big guy repeated drawing back his fist. As he swung Hunter calmly stepped back and brought his right arm up and around catching the man’s wrist. In one smooth motion he had the guy facing away from him with his arm locked up behind his back. With little effort Hunter could keep him in this lock and stop him from attacking. He took the opportunity to throw a glance over his shoulder and check if Meld was still in her seat.
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Staying seated when the thre men walked over to the pair of them was quite possibly the hardest thing that Meld had ever tried to do and that covered a lot of ground. The claws of her metal hand literally began digging into the wooden table, leaving deep gouges. Her clawed titanium toes curled in on themselves, causing a scraping noise as the metal slid across the ground. Her tail twitched and she was acutely aware of the fact that the closest one was just in range of its deadly barbs even if she remained sitting exactly as she was.
When the men started demanding that she leave in harsh insulting language, Meld responded with a growl, loud enough this time for the three men to hear. Her eyes bored into the eyes of the leader, silently darin him to try something, anything, that would give her the excuse to let out all of her pent up energy.
"Why should we be the ones to get the f*** out of here?" Meld couldn't help but voice the thought, knew that she was probably just instigating the situation further. Just one false move on any of their parts and that would be all the excuse she needed. Her mind remained clear enough that she kept her promise to Hunter in her mind, that she would leave things to him, but only just barely. She clung to the promise as if desperate, as if it was the only thing keeping her from doing something that she would probably regret later. And perhaps it was.
One of the men attacked and Hunter manged to dodge and disable the offender without seriously injuring him. Her nerves buzzed both with anticipation of what might come next and with the effort of remaining routed exactly where she was. What the end result would be, whether or not any of the other two would follow the lead of the first, still remained to be seen.
Hunter was glad to see Meld staying in her seat, even if she was doing damage to her surroundings. He didn’t think her outburst had helped but to his surprise the woman from the counter spoke up in their support. “Those two have done nothing since coming in here,” she scolded, “and you thugs attack them. Get out now!”
There was a murmuring agreement from the rest of the restaurant as they voiced their agreement, with a few people shouting variations on “Get out”. Hunter was glad to see that he’d been right. People were coming down on their side not the thugs.
He released the arm lock and gave the guy a gentle push forward into his friends. “I think you gentlemen have outstayed your welcome wouldn’t you agree?” He remained standing between them and Meld in case they wanted to make a fight of it.
“Come on Chuck,” one of the other guys said to their leader, “We were done here anyway. Let’s just go.” With a grunt of acknowledgement Chuck agreed and they started for the door. Satisfied that they were leaving Hunter turned back to the table to take his seat. As he did so Chuck roared and lunged at him.
Spinning round with reactions that while truly impressive, were not superhuman, he caught Chuck’s wrist as he came back in. Twisting the wrist he guided Chuck into their table with the force of his own momentum. He grunted in pain and surprise as his head hit the table, stunning him. Finishing up the arm lock Hunter looked Meld dead in the eye willing her not to do anything rash. Just like she’d promised.
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Shocked, Meld realized that most of the establishment was not treating her and Hunter as the bad guys; quite the contrary they were nodding and voicing their approval of the idea that the human bullies should leave. That stunning revelation was, in fact, so great that her killing instinct decreased, if only very slightly. She took a deep breath. Maybe this was something she could do after all.
Words were exchanged and the thugs actually turned to leave, including the one that Hunter released back to his fellows. Shocking that it should be so easy, so simple. Unbelievable, really. Her grip on the table began to relax itself, ever so slightly. If she took things one moment at a time she could deal with this. All she had to do was sit and wait for them to walk away, just sit and remain calm and things would work out on their own, no need for bloodshed or violence.
Meld almost made it, almost managed to contain herself long enough for her potential enemies to leave. Then one of them had to make the infuriatingly stupid move of turning back around and lay his inferior human hands on Hunter. Without thinking twice Meld lashed out with her tail, only managing to halt its movements as its blade was a mere inch from connecting with his throat. It took every bit of willpower she had not to move it that final inch and slit it.
In the instant that it took Meld to have her tail at Chuck’s throat everyone froze. They were all waiting to see if the mutant would kill the human. “Relax,” Hunter told Meld gently but firmly, “I’ve got him. Take deep breaths and pull your tail away.”
This didn’t have to end with bloodshed. Why couldn’t Chuck have just been a good boy and left? Instead he had to come and have another go. He’d unwittingly put his life in very real danger. It was all up to Meld now. If she went to slit Chuck’s throat he couldn’t react in time. Not without releasing his powers. He couldn’t risk that. So it all came down to her. Did she have the willpower to let Chuck walk out of here?
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Meld took deep calming breaths, holding her tail steady. She could see his pulse through her ruby eye, beating rhythmically, inviting her to allow the blood within freedom. Oh, how sweet it would be to see his life flowing down his skin and pooling on the ground. The power it gave her, to have such control over whether someone lived or died. She could cut just enough so that the bleeding wouldn't be able to be stopped, no matter how fast an ambulance arrived, but so that his death would be delayed. She could sit for minutes, even, and watch as his life slowly drained into the ground, as her target became weaker and weaker until eventually succumbing to the final sleep.
How she wanted to cut this man, how dearly she wanted to see the terror in his eyes and the certainty that his life was going to end. She drank in the terror that she saw in his eyes even now, savoring it as the sweet elixir that it was. She saw the knowledge in his eyes that she was the one who could end it all, in one quick motion of her tail only an inch or two at the most, and it would all be over. Just that quickly.
Yet something prevented her from acting on her darkest desires. Something within Meld told her that she could not commit this act. This man was a bully and a bigot, a mutant racist, but he was also a product of his environment. He tried to start a brawl, force her and Hunter out, break a bone or two at the most. He hadn't tried to kill them and he hadn't tried to incite others to kill them, excepting his two friends. He did not deserve to die and she told herself this, again and again. Her tail moved, only a fraction, away from the man's neck.
Seconds crawled past as everyone waited with baited breath. Hunter didn’t risk moving as Meld might react by taking the chance while she still had it. Chuck had frozen in his grip. The arm lock was forgotten and all his focus was on the blade as his throat.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was actually only a minute or so, Meld’s tail relaxed a fraction. Hunter wasted no time in hauling Chuck to his feet and shoving him towards the door. He set off like a greyhound out of a trap as he and his friends bolted. Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Hunter smiled at Meld and sat back down. There were some wary glances their way but people were beginning to settle back down. Most would probably write it off as Meld trying to scare the bullies into not doing it again. The old good cop bad cop routine. Few would realise just how close Chuck came to being killed.
“I’m proud of you,” he told Meld with a smile. He really was. That had been her first big test and she’d passed. She’d had the opportunity to kill thrust in front of here and she’d let it pass. There was hope for her yet.
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As Hunter pushed her very near victim out of harm's way, every muscle in Meld's body relaxed and she lowered her tail to the ground. She was suddenly exhausted, the ordeal of holding herself back for what seemed like an eternity, but really couldn't have been more than a minute or two, taking its tole. There was almost the sensation of physical pain, the experience was so intense, but she knew it to only be psychological.
Meld continued to take deep breaths. The fleeting images of what had almost happened continued to play through her mind, one half of herself crushed that nothing had happened and the other half of herself profoundly relieved. The foolish human would live to see another day and she would be able to live with herself for another day.
"I think we need to leave." Meld barely managed to get the words out of her mouth. She was still struggling with what had almost happened and although the urge to kill was dying down, it was still there. She needed to leave before things got any worse, before anyone else got any bright ideas. She might have been able to hold back that time, but she didn't think she would be able to hold back the next time.
“Alright,” Hunter said as he rose again. The experience had taken a lot out of Meld. He wasn’t sure if she could hold back if something else happened. It wasn’t a long walk back to Spiritual Balance but there were plenty of chances for someone to do something profoundly stupid and provoke Meld.
He’d have to be constantly alert on the way back. Anything kicks off and he’d have to move before she did. She was fast, he’d have to be faster. The sooner they were home the better for everyone concerned.
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Meld rose to her feet, not looking directly at anyone. She felt like she was walking in a daze, almost zombielike. The images in her head had more clarity at that moment than the images she was seeing before her of real life humans. The world itself had a surreal dreamlike quality and the images, the glorious images, were solid and almost comforting.
Such regret Meld felt at the lack of being able to make those images into reality, it was almost a physical withdrawal. She followed Hunter out the door, her mind in a haze. She could see the opportunity before her, could see the opportunity she had let slip through her bladed metal fingertips. Had things ever gotten that bad before and she not act on them?
"I don't know if I can do this." Meld was barely even aware of having uttered the words out loud.
“Yes you can,” Hunter replied, “You are stronger than this, you can beat this thing.” Walking was a bad plan. Too many opportunities for someone to do something they’d not live to regret. He needed to get Meld back into Spiritual Balance and away from people. She’d done really well today, but it would be best not to push it.
Taking a calculated risk Hunter hailed a taxi. A few went past ignoring him but soon enough one pulled over. He bundled Meld into the back of it put a fifty dollar bill in the driver’s hand. “Spiritual Balance. Now” He didn’t need to be told twice as he took off.
Turning his attention back to Meld he said, “Just breath. Relax. You’ve done fantastically well. I’m so proud of you. We’ll be home soon. Just look at me. Focus on my voice.” Meld was trapped inside her own head. He needed to try and snap her out of it before it consumed her.