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.
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Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 23:00:12 GMT -6
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Meld tried to hold Hunter's words in her mind. She was stronger than this. If only she could believe that, maybe she would be able to get through this. But after this time what about the next time and the time after that and the time after that? She woudln't always have someone there to pull her back from the precipice. Next time Hunter probably wouldn't be there to help her face her own personal monster inside and what then?
Meld followed Hunter into the taxi, barely consciously aware of the face he had even called it. She looked up and met the eyes of the driver through the mirror in the car. She didn't know what was in her eyes at that moment, but whatever it was caused the driver's face to blanch, all blood draining out of it. When told to drive, however, the driver drove. Maybe he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't.
Meld tried with eveything she had to continue to focus on Hunter's voice, blocking everything else out of her mind. She was unaware of the fact that her mutant hand was clenched, nails carving little bloody crescents into it, but she managed to refrain herself from doing anything further.
The taxi got them to Spiritual balance as fast as possible. Without the time for pleasantries Hunter just got Meld out of the car and inside. He kept talking to her the whole time, giving her something to focus on. Moving quickly he went to one of the private meditation rooms.
These were the only rooms that didn’t have glass walls. A light in the ceiling bathed the place in a warm artificial glow. There was enough space was about eight feet by eight feet, more than enough room for the two of them. Taking Meld’s face in his hands he looked straight into her eyes.
“Look at me Meld,” he instructed, “Just look at me. Ignore everything else and focus on me. Only me. Nothing else matters. Just let everything else fall away. Come back to me Meld. Come back to me.”
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 23:22:19 GMT -6
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Meld wasn't entirely sure how she managed to get out of the car and into Spiritual Balance. She didn't realize when and how the cab driver was paid and was barely aware of the walk from the car to the entrance of the building. No people around was definitely a good thing though, far less temptation to do something drastic.
Meld followed the command to look at Hunter, to concentrate on his words and his voice. She tried to fight down the images still swimming before her eyes, thought she felt them loosen their grip just a little bit. The world started to return, started, ever so slowly, to regain its solidity and sense of reality.
"I'm sorry." Meld was almost a little surprised to hear her voice come out clearly, if still sounding strained. Disappointment wasn't something she thought she should feel but, against logic, she did.
“It’s alright,” Hunter assured her, “It’s alright. Don’t be sorry. Just come back to me.” He could see that she was starting to come back. She just needed a little more coaxing and she’d be there.
Hunter was very impressed. He hadn’t thought she’d be strong enough to resist. Not yet at any rate. There hadn’t been enough time. Yet against all odds she had done it. She had resisted the urge. Just yesterday Hunter had come as close as she just had. Maya’s blood had just pushed him too far. It was just luck that only her office had been destroyed.
Going out to lunch was foolish. Looking the way she did how could Meld not attract the attention of some anti-mutant bigot? It wasn’t her fault but that didn’t change the fact that it had nearly cost her everything.
Posted by vampyremage on May 26, 2010 9:38:25 GMT -6
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Concentrating on Hunter's voice helped. He was a mutant and thus off limits when it came to those who were acceptable outlets to her feelings of violence. More than that, he was a mutant who had been helping her and someone she was actually coming to trust and there were very very few people on that list.
Very very slowly her vision began to clear. There was no way for her to know exactly how long she stood there being talked down from her state but, inch by inch, the images began to fade from her vision and the tension in her limbs began to ease.
"I think I'm going to be ok." The last vestiges of the impulse still clung to her but those, at least, she could manage. Until she actually gained an acceptable outlet, those vestiges were not likely to depart anytime soon. Never before had things gotten so bad and she been able to resist so completely. What the result would be, what would happen in the future, she didn't know.
And she was back. Not entirely, Meld was still a little shaken, but she was over the worst of it. Relieved that she’d overcome it Hunter just hugged Meld. “It’s alright,” he said, both to her and himself, “You did it. You overcame the temptation. This shows that you can do it. You can beat this thing. It doesn’t control you.”
This was not the way that Hunter had planned to see how well Meld was doing, but it was a marvellous indication of her progress. She’d faced her addiction head on and overcome it. It had taken everything she had, but she had done it. Now that she knew she could do it it should be easier next time.
While there were similarities between this and his addiction to blood there was one big difference. Hers was purely psychological while his had a significant biological component. He had to simply endure and resist his temptation but they should be able to find another more suitable outlet for Meld’s urges. If they could find that this process would become much easier on both of them.
Though he wouldn’t admit it this had been an emotional strain on him. While he’d only known Meld a short while he had come to like her and wanted to help her. More than that though she was the first person he was trying to help. The first step in what he thought may well be a never ending path to redemption. If he stumbled here...
Posted by vampyremage on May 26, 2010 10:17:27 GMT -6
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Meld actually let Hunter hug her although she tried to convince herself the only reason she let him do it was because she was still recovering from the very near incident. She didn't let people hug her, even Aura didn't hug her, though she couldn't really imagine the girl hugging anyone.
"Is this how its always going to be?" Meld's voice was still weak though she was far more in control of it than she had been. If this was how things were going to be from now on, was it even worth trying to continue? What was her soul in the grand scheme of things? She had managed to control it enough to kill only those people that deserved it, no reason why she couldn't just continue doing that, right?
Yet something about that line of reasoning just didn't sit quite accurate with her. Addictions got worse with time, the escalated in frequency and severity and if her addiction was not a substance but an act and a feeling, was it really so different? Was she lying to herself when she told herself that she could continue to control it? Wasn't that what addicts told themselves?
"Has this ever happened to you?" Meld asked. She desperately needed to change the topic and get her mind off of such things, at least for a minute. She needed to clear her head.
Hunter broke the hug and took a step back. “I didn’t even know I was addicted to blood until I gave it up,” Hunter told Meld, “Until I had my powers fully suppressed I was still drinking blood. Animal blood, which isn’t nearly as satisfying as human blood, but enough to satiate my cravings. It was only when I stopped entirely that I realised I was addicted to it.”
“I felt the craving start a week after I gave it up. I used to need to feed at least once every three days so this was longer than I had ever gone without feeding. It was sort of a nagging feeling that I should have blood. Honestly it wasn’t too bad,” he explained, “and relative to the mental effort required to restrain my powers dismissing that was easy. However when presented with fresh blood it was a different story.”
“One of the monks in the temple had cut themselves. It wasn’t serious, but there was blood. I launched myself at him before I knew what I was doing. Only the swift action of others stopped me from attacking him. My friend Anil knew what I was capable of unrestrained and rather than take a risk he took his bo staff and knocked me out.” Hunter missed Anil the most out of all the monks. He’d been the first one Hunter met. Desperate for blood Hunter had attacked him on sight. Only the intervention of the temple master had saved Anil. Later the same day Anil had offered Hunter some of his blood to save his life. He’d then worked with Hunter as he restrained his abilities. It was Anil who also showed Hunter that he wasn’t as skilled as he had thought he was.
“I awoke in isolation,” he continued, “As I got my bearings the door opened and the temple master entered. My memory of what had happened was vague so the Master filled me in on what happened. Faced with my addiction he helped me work on it and improve my mental discipline to resist the urge. While the urges haven’t gotten any less, resisting them has gotten easier with time.”
Posted by vampyremage on May 26, 2010 11:36:08 GMT -6
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"Why not simply continue feeding on animal blood?" Meld asked. The story was fascinating and she listened with rapt attention, both because of her interest and because it allowed her to ignore, at least for a little while, her own personal problems. The only thing she really knew about vampires was from the myths and legends and those, it seemed, were riddled with as much untruth as truth.
"I didn't used to be like this," Meld finally said. She knew that much of her issues were psychological and that underlying psychological problem would have to be dealt with if she was to be successful in actually combating them. And at this point, that was still a rather large 'if' in her mind.
"When I still thought I was human I was always the good girl. I wasn't the greatest student, but I did pretty good. I didn't have a lot of friends, but I had enough. Mainly I focused on my martial arts and competitions. I was so dedicated that drinking and drugs never held much interest because that could affect my performance and I had to be the best. My parents were always vehemently anti-mutant and I guess that screwed me up when I discovered I was one." How could it not? She remembered her father going on rants about 'mutant filth' and her mother explaining in detail why she was so happy that her two precious daughters had turned out normal and how proud she was of them.
"Then my sister almost died, my own fault for not protecting her, and I lost my hand and fled from home. The night I discovered I was a mutant I also lost my sense of touch and with that everything I ever cared about. My personal identity was in shambles and without touch I could never be close to anyone, could never be what someone else would need. I did what I had to in order to survive, toughening myself up mentally and physically and further isolating myself from everyone." No one would want to be with a 'mutant freak' even if she did have touch. At the time Meld had believed she was protecting herself. If she didn't get close to anyone they couldn't hurt her.
"Once I came to the city I found my cause and my passion and that's when the killing started. It did something to me, made me feel alive like I hadn't in years. Their pain became a substitute for my feeling and I was doing good in the world. I don't know when it became a problem." Meld shook her head, frustrated at her own lack of ability to be more specific. Just because she knew where it had come from didn't mean that she understood it any better.
“Because that would be the first step onto a slippery slope back to feeding on people again,” Hunter answered, “All the while I drink animal blood I want nothing more than to drain someone. The possibility of not needing blood was enough of a drive to endure drinking the swill. Turns out not needing blood wasn’t the same as not wanting it.” The only other time he had give up human blood was for Katherine.
He listened as Meld recounted her story. Being a mutant growing up in an anti-mutant household would be tough on anyone. Her mutation, her parent’s views and the loss of her sister all culminated in her urge to make others suffer. By the sounds of it she’d fallen in with the Order and they’d not exactly helped suppress the urges.
Already ideas were running through Hunter’s mind. He needed to talk to his parents and her sister, get their side of things. If Meld could reconcile with her family it would go a long way towards helping her. Also she needed to be shown that just because she couldn’t feel touch didn’t mean that she couldn’t be close to people. The process would take time but he now had a plan of action to help Meld and was more confident that she’d make it through this.
“I know that must have been painful to recount,” he said sympathetically, “But I think it will allow me to help you. Now we did have a session planned but I think after everything we can skip it today. Besides, we still haven’t had lunch and I owe you a meal. Come on, let’s go upstairs and I’ll cook us something.”
Posted by vampyremage on May 26, 2010 14:13:03 GMT -6
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Meld could recall stories of drug addicts or alcoholics that were unable to consume their poison of choice in moderation, that they either had to cease the activity entirely or fall back into old dangerous habits. Wasn't alcoholic anonomys based exactly on that philosophy? She though that, perhaps, it might be something like that with Hunter.
Hunter was only the second person that Meld had ever recounted her history to and, in a strange way, she felt as if some great weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Aura had been the first but telling Aura wasn't the same because her friend was, in many ways, even more broken than she was. She loved and trusted Aura as her closest friend, but some things the girl just didn't understand given her unusual view of the world and her even more unusual history.
"The past is the past, I need to focus on the future," Meld said, simply. She knew it wasn't exactly that easy but she didn't know how to be any other way. "I still want to see my sister, now that I know she's alive. Apologize to her, make sure she's ok but...its complicated." As in, insane asylum in Canada possibly because of her parents complicated.
"Something to eat would be good," Meld agreed, following Hunter up the stairs. Here she had thought to repay him for what she had done, at least in small measure, and she had almost ended up relapsing and murdering 3 humans who probably didn't even realize what they were doing instead. Some person she was.
“Trust me when I say our past influences our future,” Hunter said as he headed for the kitchen, “Facing up to our past is often very important for our future. But that’s enough of that for today. How does a Thai vegetable curry sound?”
Hunter was actually a surprisingly good cook. When you’ve lived for as long as he has you find it difficult to justify not knowing how to cook a decent meal and, as with most skills he’d picked up over the years, he wasn’t satisfied just being average at it.
Posted by vampyremage on May 26, 2010 19:08:35 GMT -6
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"Our past may influence our future but its still the past. I refuse to be the person my parents tried to make me be." Not that that was even possible because that would make her nothing more than a mutant hating racist human. Instead she had gone in almost the complete opposite direction, fighting with a vehement passion for mutant rights and the mutant cause. Oh how her parents would hate what she had become.
"Thai vegetable curry sounds great." Meld herself was a passable cook, but nothing exceptional. Living on her own for years she had learned the basics by necessity but simply didn't have the patience to master the skill. Still, she had yet to poison anyone or even have any major complaints and that was more than sufficient for her needs.
She’d somewhat missed his point. Only by facing up to the past could you truly move on. But there would be time for that in sessions later. Instead he changed subject. “Have you thought about swapping some of your melds for something less lethal?” he asked. Hunter couldn’t think of a reason why she couldn’t remove the blades and claws. She’d still be just as tough in a fight, but inflicting bludgeoning damage instead of lethal.
“How easy is it to replace your melds?” If it was an easy procedure then why not keep a variety of melds? Then she could adapt by utilising the ones that would help her the most with whatever she was about to face.
Posted by vampyremage on May 26, 2010 19:32:08 GMT -6
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"Swapping the melds can be done, but its not that easy," Meld answered. In fact, it was more than just not easy, in some ways she was literally risking her life when she did so. "Not taking into account the design process, it involves removing the limb or body part in question, usually with a bone say, before I'm able to meld with the actual flesh meld." She was pretty sure she didn't have to describe the mass amount of blood loss an physical trauma doing so caused.
"But to answer your question, no I haven't. I've only recently come to realize that I had a problem and even then..." In some ways it was like asking someone to remove their foot. Some of her flesh melds she had had for years and had grown attached to them in that time. Besides, what would she replace the with? Her sense of self worth was tied, in no small measure, to her skills as a fighter and a killer. If she was neither, than what was she? A part time thief and little else and what was the point if she couldn't be the best?