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.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 11:08:16 GMT -6
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Another piece of Hunter's past had just fallen into place at what had been done to his daughter with Haywire. "That couldn't have been your fault," Meld tried to console him. "I'm sure you couldn't have been the one to have tried the virus on her. You can't expect to be able to prevent everyone from doing bad things." It felt a little strange to be the one offering such advice to someone, especially someone like Hunter.
Meld didn't know what it was like to have a child, nor did she ever expect to. She was broken, physically, mentally and emotionally. Even Pluto, who actually seemed to like her and who she liked in return, wouldn't want that kind of commitment. He claimed to be understanding of her condition, respectful of it, but did he really understand all that it entailed? She doubted it and once he figured out what it meant, in the long term, he would leave her too.
Hunter offered Meld a smile. It was a change of pace for her to be offering him comforting words. Paragon was the most painful episode of his life in the last hundred years. He had done nothing but fail her time and time again. Every time he tried to make things better he had only made them worse. It was probably for the best that he couldn’t conceive naturally. He had been a terrible parent. But perhaps he could conceive now? After all it was his power that made it so he couldn’t. With it inhibited he might be able to. That was something to think about.
“So changing to a less depressing topic what kind of movies do you like,” he asked, “The last movie I saw was in black and white.” He stopped going to see films once he’d started developing his various corporations after the Second World War. Somehow he’s always been too busy to find the time. He figured he’d need to start catching up at some point.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 11:32:22 GMT -6
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The one thing Meld could think to do to repay Hunter for his kindness was to find his daughter and somehow facilitate a reconciliation. Of course, such an act seemed impossible. She had no idea where his daughter might be, how old she was or what she looked like and only had the name Paragon to go by, which she assumed wasn't her real name. Still, it was something she filed into the back of her mind just in case the opportunity should arise.
"Movies?" It was a rather unexpected change of topic and Meld blinked up at Hunter. Meld couldn't remember the last time she had actually gone to see a movie. Probably when she still believed herself to be human. Being a walking weapon wanted by the police as a mutant terrorist didn't exactly make going to see a movie very easy. Besides, she didn't exactly have the time. Even when she had been human she didn't see movies very often. They didn't exactly mesh well with her busy schedule of school and martial arts.
"I think the last time I actually saw a movie was three of four years ago. I guess...maybe action movies? Life is depressing sometimes without going to see heavy depressing dramas."
“I’ve never really understood movies,” he admitted. But then again the ones Hunter had seen were black and white with no sound, “I always preferred books or the theatre. There’s something more intimate about the theatre than watching something on a screen.”
While Hunter hadn’t been to the movies in quite some time he had been to the theatre many times. From watching old classics to enjoying new shows he always enjoyed a trip to the theatre. Perhaps he could take Meld to a show sometime. However he’d prefer to wait until she had things a little more under control.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 12:04:20 GMT -6
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"I went to a dinner theater once," Meld stated, remembering her night with Pluto. "It was interesting but I think I liked the company more." Her cheeks turned red in an embarrassed blush. She hadn't really meant to allude to Pluto. She missed him, it had been awhile since that night and she hadn't seen him since then. She thought it had gone well and he seemed to have enjoyed himself also, but he hadn't called. Maybe she should call him.
"I used to read in my spare time, what little of it I had. Not so much any more." Meld sighed. She usually didn't regret her choices in life but was beginning to realize that she had lost something when she had discovered her mutation. All the sacrifices she had made for her cause, not the least of which was the actual prospect of doing things for herself just for the fun of it.
Hunter gave a teasing smile when Meld mentioned she’d been to a theatre with company but didn’t press the issue. “Well as you can see I’ve more than a few books here,” he said gesturing to the plentiful bookshelves, all well stocked, “Feel free to borrow any you like.”
Hunter was beginning to see the toll that being an Order Member was taking on her. Her free time was dedicated to their cause, turning her into a soldier. She was just a young woman and deserved to have time to herself to enjoy how she wished. He hoped to remind her of that by giving her the free time she needed.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 13:59:44 GMT -6
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"I wouldn't know where to start," Meld said, a little hesitant. She felt, almost a little bit guilty at the prospect of simply sitting down and reading a book. Here she was, trying to change her life which was good. But the changes she was trying to create meant she was going to be able to do less for her cause, which was bad. Now she was contemplating reading a book, which would take her even further away from her cause, which was even worse. Bad enough that she even had to take a step back as much as she did.
"I think it better that I concentrate more on things that'll actually be helpful. Books just don't do it for me any more." Which really was a shame because she remembered actually enjoying them.
“Believe it or not taking time to relax is actually very helpful,” he told her, “If all you spend your time doing is working tirelessly for something you will burn out sooner or later, probably sooner. Taking some time for yourself to relax and recharge your batteries can do you the world of good.”
He knew that Meld was still dedicated to her cause. At its core her cause wasn’t a bad one. Primarily she wanted to stop the oppression of mutants, something that Hunter agreed with. It was her methods that he found questionable. One thing he hoped to teach Meld was that she could do much more for her cause by not killing. It had taken him a while to learn that, the massacre of the heads of the Church of Humanity almost two years ago was his doing after all.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 14:30:53 GMT -6
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"Who has time to relax?" Meld asked with a bitterly tinged laugh. "With all of the inequality in the world, with mutants dying every day, with mutants being afraid just to come into the light because people will hurt them. How can I rest when there's so much to do and so few people willing to take a stand and actually do something? Some of us have centuries of time and some of us don't." The entire speech came amazingly bitter and she wasn't even certain where all the bitterness had come from.
Meld knew that she couldn't simply take upon all responsibility for the entire mutant cause herself, but sometimes it felt like she had to. In the past, she had always viewed her ability to kill as a good trait rather than a bad one. After all, sometimes people needed to die for the good of the cause. Even if she was bettering herself personally with her decision to stop killing, she couldn't help but think she was letting down her cause.
“If you don’t take some time for yourself then you’ll soon start to be a liability instead of a help,” he explained gently. Meld was very passionate about her cause and he didn’t want to come off as condescending but she was coming across as an impassioned, bitter child. The belief that you had to do it all yourself, that if you didn’t who will was one so many young people had. One person makes a difference by bringing others to the cause, not by fighting a crusade single handily.
“The causes that have succeed over time are the ones where people rally to it, not the ones with a few doing everything they can to make a change. Despite how it is romanticised single people don’t make a change on their own. The problem is too big for anyone to tackle alone. If you try you will fail. By taking the time to gather people from both sides of the line you’ll have a much better chance of stopping mutant oppression. I know that you don’t want to hear this but trust me, you try and do this alone and all you will do is end up getting yourself killed and not as some martyr but alone and forgotten. And if you constantly push yourself it’ll just happen sooner.”
His lecture wasn’t given with any superiority behind it, nor fuelled by anger, but rather with a profound feeling of sadness. He’d personally put down several causes that operated like the Order did. While there might be a few close friends and family who missed them the world soon forgot them. The reason Martin Luther King had died a hero was because he had so many people behind him. The reason Neculai Georghiou’s attempt to overthrow Hunter's tyrannical rule of Romania in 1632 had failed was because he and his companions fought alone against him. He didn’t want to see Meld throw her life away meaninglessly, even for a noble cause.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 15:38:27 GMT -6
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While Hunter's words did make a certain amount of sense, that maybe she did need to take a little more time for herself, she also couldn't quite justify doing so in her own mind. To her, it seemed like she was giving up and giving in, which is something she just wasn't willing to do.
"You don't think I just kill people and call it a day do you?" Meld heard the sarcasm in her voice and tried to tone it back a bit. She hadn't really meant of it to come out like that, she was just feeling frustrated. Plus, she had never been all that great with words anyway. "I know I'm not the only one fighting. There are others, many others, fighting for mutant rights. There are just too few willing to do anything it takes to win. Don't you think I've been trying to educate about the necessity of fighting for the cause as well?"
Meld was well informed when it came to the mutant cause. She knew that it wasn't all about killing and incapacitating threats. Everyone had their role to play, even the pacifist X Men did their part. Few in the Order or the X Men seemed to realize they were actually working towards the same goal in different and equally essential ways. Few, however, were truly willing to do anything it took. Almost everyone had a barrier that they were not willing to cross. Until very recently, Meld had no such barrier. The cause and the fight were everything.
“Of course not,” Hunter replied calmly to Meld’s accusation, “Did you know that Hitler was trying to make a better world. He was willing to do whatever it took to accomplish that goal, including genocide. No cause is so just that any and all actions can be justified by it. I know that the oppression of mutants is something you care about strongly. But by doing unspeakable acts in the name of that cause you corrupt it. I know that there are many mutants who would rather endure their oppression than have humans killed for them. If you can justify the mass murder of people for your cause what makes you any better than Hitler?”
He knew that no matter how careful he was with his tone that those words would sting Meld. But he knew he was right. The ends cannot justify the means, not in the extremes. He had operated by that code once. It always hurts more than it helps.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 16:50:46 GMT -6
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She was being compared to Hitler. Meld felt her anger rising at the comparison and had she been a more volatile person she would have shown her displeasure in a very direct and very physical manner. She had always prided herself on her self control, however, and the only sign of her building anger was the sudden coldness in her eyes and in her expression.
"I am hardly justifying genocide. Even at my worst I only killed those that deserved to die, through their actions. I never wanted to kill, I never wanted it to be necessary. But we don't always get what we want, now do we?" Of course, maybe if you were a 400 year old vampire you did get whatever you wanted, who was Meld to say?
He could see the anger in her face. It wasn’t surprising, he had compared her to Hitler after all. Her words rang a little hollow considering her actions at lunch. Had he not been there it was more than likely that Meld would have killed those three. While she might have felt justified they hadn’t done anything to warrant death. They’d been bigoted bullies who wouldn’t do more than give a mutant a good kicking. While that was unacceptable it did not give you the right to kill them.
“No,” Hunter replied simply, “We don’t always get what we want.” He’d finished eating and so stood and took his plate to the kitchen and placed it in the sink. Emotions were running too high for them to continue this conversation. Not just Meld, but him as well. Though he was remaining calm on the surface she was getting to him. No good would come of this continued conversation. “I’m afraid I have an session with someone now,” he said smiling at Meld, “Enjoy your lunch and I’ll talk to you this evening.” With that he headed for the stairs.
Posted by vampyremage on May 27, 2010 17:08:20 GMT -6
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Meld was being dismissed. Her points were not even being addressed and she was being dismissed out of turn. At that moment she wasn't stopping to consider the fact that her logic wasn't exactly solid and that it was probably for the best for both of them that they halt the conversation. Later, when she had had a chance to think about it and calm down, then she might realize that Hunter had made the right decision.
"I'll see you this evening then." If possible Meld's voice was even colder than it had been a moment before. What she needed was to exert herself and get out her anger in some way. In the past she might have gone into the city, all but inviting some unfortunate human to attack her and thus be able to justify their death in her own self defense. That wasn't an option now, however. "Is there a room I can use that's private to practice in?" Because if she was alone then she woudln't hurt anyone and she could keep the promise she made. Because if she wasn't alone then she would be dangerous. All she needed was a little time and physical exertion and she would be better again. Or so she she told herself and she mostly even believed it.