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.
Her eyes lifted after hearing his tone, and she instantly regretted asking the question. He had probably lost people near to him, friends and family... She kicked herself mentally and fiddled with a pocket on her shorts. "I am sorry... I did not mean to bring up anything painful..." She trailed off abruptly, frowning deeper, and forced her hands to be still in her lap. Maybe there was something she could do... He had offered to be an ear for her, why could she not offer the same?
"I could tell you my story... and you could tell me yours, if you would like?" She offered, sounding all the more awkward. She wasn't very good at consoling people or offering advice. She didn't know what to do with herself most of the time, let alone with other people... but she would try. It was the least she could do..
Hunter managed a smile at her offer. He knew it was well meaning but she didn’t want to hear his stories. “Andrea I am four hundred and thirty nine years old,” he told her, “I have seen more than you can imagine. I have also come to terms with it.” Well most of it. His problems weren’t for someone as young as her to try and deal with.
“I have so many tales that you don’t want to hear. If I couldn’t cope with the loss I wouldn’t be here.” Truthfully he hadn’t fully coped with Katherine’s death. Talking to Juka about the boy’s impending immortality had helped but there was only one person who would truly understand. He didn’t know is Sebastian would speak to him but he was going to talk to Maya on Friday. Anyway this wasn’t about him. It was about Andrea.
Four hundred and- Andrea froze, completely caught off guard. That meant that he was a mutant... Her surprise eventually diminished, and she nodded slowly. "So... you are a mutant then?" She asked, voicing her inner thoughts. She paused briefly to ponder how many people he must have seen die over so many years, and frowned softly. She was not envious of him, that was for sure. Whether it was immortality or some such affliction- it meant that he had been plagued with life for a very very long time. She wondered if that would affect his entrance to heaven or not... A subject she thought often about.
Whatever the case, he did not wish to talk about himself, so Andrea would not push it. She knew how frustrating it could be when someone wanted something out of you, and refused to let it go. Saph came once again to mind...
"How did you cope...?" She asked quietly, dragging her thoughts away from her friend. She was genuinely curious... or rather, selfishly curious, to be honest... even though she sometimes felt it was right that she was plagued by nightmares and visions of the man dying. Stories always talked about the strong having a commitment to defend the weak.... Andrea, while she didn't view herself as strong, had been given the power to stop such horrible things from happening to those who needed help.... and yet someone had died while in her company. She was conflicted, and didn't quite know whether she really deserved to come to terms with the matter or not.
Hunter gave Andrea a warm smile. “Most people guess from the eyes,” he said, “But yes. I am a mutant.” Rather than go into details he told Andrea the truthful answer to her question. “I have only loved one person in all my long years. My wife, Katherine. I did not cope with her death well at all. Instead I got angry and lashed out, hurting those around me.”
“With time I’ve come to see that I could have dealt with it in a much more positive fashion than I did.” Taking a deep breath he asked, “So tell me, whose death did you witness?” One thing he knew was that people had a habit of blaming themselves for the deaths of others that were not their fault. He guessed that it might be a similar case with Andrea.
The Greek nodded. That was a long time to have only ever loved someone once... Some would say it was foolish, others would peg it as admirable... Andrea had to agree with the second. That also meant that he had probably lived a long time without her... which was a saddening thought. He shifted the topic back onto her though, so she had little room to comment on his short story. "I did not know him very well..." She stated slowly, reaching to pick up the water glass again. "In fact, we had barely spoken more than a few sentences... but he was nice to me, you know? He stopped to help me because I was wandering- I tended to get lost really easily the first few weeks here." She washed the rest of the grit from her mouth and continued, toying with the rim of the glass while she lost herself in thoughts. "I stopped to ask directions and we met a girl... she was a child, really. Probably fifteen or so..."
She felt disconnected again... like she had before Saph had forced her to tell him the story. "I have never met anyone else like her though..." Andrea felt the need to defend the girl, sort of, which only proved to stir the chaos within even more. She shook herself, and continued. "She... called the place a sanctuary, and told him he had to leave because he was not a mutant." She remembered tugging on his arm when the pink aura had appeared, and could sometimes still feel droplets of warm red liquid strike her cheek. She would spare the gory details though. "When he wouldn't leave, she killed him.." She blinked, and re-focused on Hunter. "It is... hard to forget, I can still see it when I close my eyes."
Aura. Hunter hoped he’d never meet her for her sake. He knew what she was like from talking to Meld. If Andrea had gone to the Sanctuary with a human then that is just how he would expect Aura to respond. With brutal violence.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He genuinely was. Watching someone get killed right before your eyes was not an easy thing to deal with. “I know that it is a painful memory to dredge up but I want you to tell me how you felt. How did it make you feel?” Specifically did she blame herself. He’d been getting a feeling that it was like that.
She felt the muscles in her back tense up slightly, and frowned. She did not really know an answer to his question... "I... try not to think about it very much..." She admitted. "It was quite... gruesome, i guess you could say, but the girl acted as if it were normal. She apologized to me even... and would only refer to him as a human." She blinked slowly, and wrapped a hand on her temple, willing away the headache that always resided behind her eyes. "I did not know how to feel, I guess. People came and moved him... they cleaned everything up. When I left it was as if it had never happened..."
Her frown deepened. "I was terrified, I guess... and sick to my stomach. Yet I stayed when she offered me something to drink, to calm my nerves. I do not know why I stayed though... Perhaps it was instinct, and I remained because i feared for my own life..."
She shrugged lazily, and dropped her gaze to her knees. Glaring at them from behind her glasses. "Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed it all up... A nightmare." Or at least she wished she had. She was well aware of what had happened... no amount of wishing would ever make it go way.
“The first thing I want to tell you is it’s not your fault,” Hunter told her reassuringly once she’d admitted the haze with which she viewed the memory, “People often blame themselves for the deaths that they witness even if it wasn’t their fault.” He gave Andrea a moment for his comment to sink in.
“You’ve buried this memory. Rather than deal with the pain it brings you you have tried to hide it. As a result it is beginning to effect other aspects of your life,” he told her, “As unpleasant as this is going to be you’ll be better for it in the long run. What I think you should do is properly remember what happened, how it made you feel. From there we can resolve it and deal with it in a healthy fashion. It’s a scary prospect and one we won’t try unless you feel you are ready but it will be very beneficial to you.”
She nodded, slowly, but didn't lift her eyes to look at him. There was no need to make eye contact, not with dark glasses constantly on anyway. "I know... that it was not my fault. I really do. An unfortunate meeting... What is it they say, being in the wrong place at the wrong time?" It felt so wrong in a way... to pass off his death with a shrug. As she listened to what he had to say, she was forced to agree that he was right. Every time she thought about it, all it did was pump up the volume of her guilt... but the idea of reliving the whole event in detail?
"I... I do not know..." Her hands plucked at the bottom of her shorts, and she sighed. She did not want to go against his advice, he had been right so far and had not pressured her at all. "I believe that every life is precious... But I did not stand up to her in order to fight for his life." Clearing her throat, she glanced up to him quickly, a questioning glance, and continued. "If you believe it will help, then I will tell you..." She fiddled with her shorts for a moment longer, before stilling her hands by clasping them together in her lap. "What do I need to do?... Do I just... Recount it all?"
“The death was Aura’s responsibility and Aura’s alone,” Hunter impressed on Andrea, “She attacked him, not you. While his death was not a trivial thing and something you should feel sadness for it is not something you should feel guilt over.” Now matter if there had been anything that she could have done differently that might have saved him she shouldn’t have had to.
“Only by confronting the memory can you put it to rest,” he told her, “I have more than a little experience in that area. When you feel ready just tell me what happened. Take as long as you need and we can stop whenever you like.” This would go entirely at Andrea’s pace. They wouldn’t do more than she felt comfortable with.
She smiled weakly at him, "I understand that there was really nothing I could do. I have seen her fight... I would not stand a chance against her." She paused, remembering her briefly ride on the back of a very scary robot, and sighed. "I am not exactly capable of fighting people..." 'or most things...' Of course it didn't really alleviate any of the guilt to know that there was nothing she could have done. In a way it sort of made it worse. It was as much her burden as it was Auras, in her opinion. After blinking again, her thoughts came to a sudden stop. He had said her name... and she didn't recall telling him her name. "...How did you know her name?" She questioned, suddenly quiet curious. Had he met her before? Did the girl come here as well? A shiver ran up her back suddenly, and she glanced towards the door as if Aura would walk in any moment. She was certainly frightening... but, if she was looking for help that was a good sign. Andrea certain didn't want to believe she was all evil, or heartless...
Putting her question aside for the moment, she chose instead to try and settle back down again and fish out the buried memories. There was the confrontation, the pink axe, the- Her nose wrinkled involuntarily- the fatal wound and... all of the blood... Then there were the questions while sitting at the table, and the skunk... and then the robots. She blinked, and frowned slightly. It was hard to put all of the scattered pieces back together again.
"I have never been good with confrontations, you could say it is because I was sheltered I suppose. When Cameron refused to leave I felt a pit form in my stomach. Like a warning, I suppose." Her lips thinned out as her frown grew, and she found it suddenly hard to swallow. She wrapped her hands around her middle and continued shakily. "She pulled this axe out of nowhere, and I tugged on his arm... I really wish I had closed my eyes, because I saw-" Her voice cracked slightly, and she had to stop. It was too much to watch someone being gutted over and over in your head. Pressing her hands over her eyes, she shook her head. "I cannot continue... I am sorry."
“I know of Aura,” Hunter told Andrea sadly, “though I have not met her in person. From what I understand she is a very disturbed individual. She needs help but I doubt she will seek it and I’m not going to try and force help upon her.”
He listened as Andrea began to recount what had happened. Now he understood a little better. She’d seen not just someone die but someone killed in front of her. The feeling of guilt came from the all too human desire to wish she could have done something to save him. While it was good that she wanted to save him and it showed that she was a good person he had to accept that it wasn’t her fault and stop feeling guilty over it.
“It’s alright,” he assured her putting a reassuring hand on her knee, “It’s alright. Take a deep breath. In, and out. And another. In, and out. Just keep taking deep breaths and focus on my voice. With every exhale just breathe out the memory. Let it go. Everything is alright.”
Her eyes widened briefly, and she felt her frown fade a little. It was good to hear that someone else thought of the girl as disturbed, and in need of help. She understood very little about why the girl seemed able to do such things without repercussions, so it was much too far above her head for her to even be able to grasp what kind of help she would need. There wasn't much she could do now though, so like he had said, it was probably best that she let go of the terrible memory.
With a nod, she did as she was told and took a breath in, then let it out again. The action was a lot slower than what she was used to... she felt a little dizzy after a few deep breaths. Her hands still clasped in her lap, she set to praying- it never failed to help- and let her eyes slip shut for a few moments. He wanted her to let it slip away, breath it out, so she did. She visualized the images like a puzzle, all jumbled together into one horrible picture, and with every breath one piece fell away. Pretty soon the dizzy feeling had faded, and she felt the tense spots in her back relax.
The pictures behind her eyes faded, and she breathed out a content sigh, before opening them again. She wasn't foolish enough to believe that they would be gone just like that... but it helped to know that with concentration she would be able to force them away. Once more she breathed in, and breathed out, before her hands unclasped and she smiled. "Thank you... It... is nice to talk about it, even though it is unpleasant."
“Remember,” he told Andrea with a smile, “You control the memory, it doesn’t control you. It is a part of you now and will influence you but you must not let it rule you. You are stronger than that. You just proved that to me and more importantly to yourself.”
“I think now perhaps a little break from your memories as we move onto something else,” Hunter suggested with a smile, “I know a few tricks that might help with your gaze. Do you mind telling me how it works, as far as you know?” Hunter himself guessed it was psychic in some way. If it was he might be able to resist it. Even if it wasn’t he once knew someone who could set ablaze people he made eye contact with. After escaping the first time he became practised at staring doggedly at someone’s chest. If her powers required Andrea to make eye contact rather than the other person then this technique may help.
The warm fuzzy feeling that had crept into her chest, mostly from being proud of herself, dulled and slipped away when he asked her about her eyes. Her hands rose to fiddle with her glasses... she was unsure if it was smart to try and do anything the that power. Then again.... she had noticed though previous testing something odd about it. "Well, all I know about it, is what it has done... I would show you first hand, but it can take a lengthy bit of time for the side effects to wear off." She scratched at her cheek sheepishly, thinking back to the handful of accidents she had suffered through. She did not want to have to worry about a man she barely knew, or herself for that matter.
"I do know that whatever it is, it seems to be directly tied to my eyes... I have felt a, um... shift i guess you could say, and a friend tested me to see what would happen after my vision was shut off.." thinking back on the whole event brought a smile to her face. While it had been frighting to lose her vision, it had also been a blessing. Like Garrett had said, something about the freedom of not having to wear her glasses all the time made up for the fact that she had nearly poked out her own eye with a fork full of eggs. "If I lose my sight, my eye don't affect people anymore." Her smile grew a little bigger, and she reached out and snatched up another of the snacks she had brought to sedate her rapidly growing hunger.