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.
Hunter listened as Andrea explained. From what she said it seemed dependent on what she saw as the loss of her sight stopped it affecting others. That meant that his technique of not looking people in the eye should help. However it was something he wanted to test.
“I may be able to help you,” he told her with a reassuring smile, “If your power works the way I believe it does then I know a technique that will mean you don’t need to wear the glasses. To know for sure I will need to do a few simple tests. All your power does is paralyse me for a while. I’m sitting in a safe environment where nothing can hurt me. There is no danger.” He could tell her abilities made her nervous and he wanted to reassure her that this would be fine.
“If you are willing the first test I want you to do is stare at my chest and remove your glasses,” he instructed, “If after a few seconds I don’t tell you to do anything please assume I have been paralysed and put your glasses back on. Don’t worry, this will be perfectly safe and could help you in the long run.”
She couldn't help but stare at him for a moment, dumb struck, before she snapped out of it. "If... you are sure." He was right that she was nervous, and rightly so in her opinion. She had accidentally zapped people with the gorgon eye far too many times for her liking, and had yet to really find a way to stop it from happening short of strapping her glasses to her face... But, if he was sure...
Casting a quick, nervous look around, she dropped her gaze a little lower than his chest and a little off to the left... just in case, and slipped her glasses off of the bridge of her nose. After her eyes adjusted to the light of the room, she resisted the urge to glance about and take in all the un-muted colors of the room- or at least the ones she could see. Instead, she kept her orange orbs trained on his shirt, and wrinkled her nose at its lack of color. She was rather tired of Grey... He had stated earlier that his eyes were... silver, if she remembered correctly, so she didn't need to ask about that.
"May I ask what color your shirt is?" After a pause, when she realized how odd the question seemed when left hanging like that, she added, "... I cannot see most colors, to clarify. Another... side effect from my mutation..." She grinned sheepishly at the floor, and fiddled with the glasses in her lap. She felt rather naked without them... An odd feeling.
Andrea was apprehensive but never the less removed her glasses and stared at his chest. “My shirt is white,” he said in answer to her question as he looked into her eyes. With her focus not on his own silver orbs he wasn’t feeling the full affects of her power. There was definitely something there and he could almost feel it seeping from her eyes. However this was only because he was actively looking for something. Normally you wouldn’t even notice it.
“Well I’ve confirmed that you need to make eye contact for you power to work,” said Hunter with a smile, “So my technique will help. Contrary to popular belief it is possible to socially interact with people without making eye contact. It can be disconcerting to people but it will stop you from paralyzing them.”
“There’s one more quick test I’d like to run if you don’t mind,” he asked, “I’m going to stare at this cookie and I want you to look into my eyes. Again if after a few seconds I don’t respond please avert your gaze. Don’t worry, you’re not going to hurt me.”
White... his shirt was white. She felt like slapping herself upside the forehead. "Oh... heh... of course." Really, she needed to weed herself off of asking questions like that... what did it matter what color shirt he wore? Or what color Saph's eyes were? Though... she hadn't asked that last question yet. She suspected they were a dark green, or maybe a light brown... Blinking, she brought her eyes to his shoulder, and paused. It was hard, after such a long time, doing something like looking someone in the eyes on purpose- without her glasses on..
Finally, she lifted her eyes to his chin- then his cheek, keeping her gaze a little off to the left until she was sure he was staring at the cookie, before forcing herself to let go of the fear... She blinked, stared straight at him from under her bangs, and her her curiosity run rampant as she searched his face for any minute sign of what could be happening... "You know, I have tried something similar to this before..." Her voice was quiet, buried under curiosity, and straining against her nerves. "It might sound silly, and I suppose it kind of is... but I used a bird to try and figure out how my power works."
Speaking of silly... it was silly that she was even talking about it... but it was better than staring at the man in absolute silence. She didn't even know if he was still conscious or not, a dreadful thought. She fiddled with her glasses again and found herself willing him to blink. Then at least she would be able to breath again, instead of holding her breath. "I found, that sometimes before what I am looking at freezes, I feel a little...um... twitch like... thing, behind my eyes."
She was taking her time to bring her eyes to his. How much trouble had Andrea had in the past with her ability? He really hoped that...
Wow...
Hunter had never felt anything like that before. He’d suddenly received a massive psychic force that was trying to erect barriers between his mind and his body. Something about this felt different from any other psychic effect he’d ever experience but he’d worry about that once he’d overcome it. His internal psychic barriers that were restricting his powers had stopped Andrea from forming a complete barrier. With effort he started peeling her barrier back and containing it in one of his own. He got a hold of his speech first.
“It’s alright,” he told her, moving nothing but his mouth, “Just give me a moment.” Now that he’d started it didn’t take him long to finish. He proceeded to pull her barrier back and wall it away behind his own. “It’s alright,” he said now looking her straight in the eye and smiling, “I’ve blocked your ability. It’s psychic in origin but not like anything I’ve felt before.”
Hunter had fought other psychics and faced the unconscious mind of a few people but this was something else. Something deeper than the unconscious mind. He frowned and said, “I don’t know what this is. It isn’t conscious or subconscious. It’s something else.” Stroking his chin in thought he pondered what it could be. It was strong and raw, rawer than emotion. Taking a closer look it seemed to be an instinct. Survival.
“I know what this is,” he suddenly said triumphantly, “This is a psychic attack originating from the reptilian part of your mind. I’ve never met anyone who has been able to use their reptilian mind on a psychic level in anyway. From what I can tell it is your survival instinct projected. It makes whatever is threatening you unable to move. With practise you might be able to bring it under control but I’m not sure. It might take the help of a powerful psychic which I no longer am, at least not outside of my own mind. Also psychic help is risky. You need to be very careful who you let inside your mind.”
In her case it might also be very risky for the psychic. Who knows what sort of a fight her reptilian mind would put up against a telepathic intrusion. It was a shame that her reptilian mind broadcast this all the time but at least it required direct view of another’s eyes. Hunter knew from personal experience that psychic abilities were often easier with eye contact. He wasn’t entirely sure why. It was also fortunate for Andrea that even partial obstruction such as sunglasses would block the ability. The reptilian part of the human mind was not sophisticated and so easily fooled. Now he knew how her powers worked he could start to help.
His lips moving brought her out of her own little world, and she blinked and tilted her head. Her glasses her ready in her hands in an instant, and she was already lifting them from her lap by the time she had realized what he had actually said. Then, the twinge of fear in her chest shifted to amazement. She watched as he gradually started to move once more, until he was staring straight back at her... with a smile, of all things, on his lips. Half halfheartedly, she wondered if she had caught sight of her self in a reflection somewhere, and this was all a dream. One pinch to the wrist later, she was sure that it wasn't... Excitement fluttered to life in her chest, and all traces of anxiety washed away. It was like when she had met Tank... only less painful, and so much more refreshing! The urge to hug the man came, and passes- mostly because she did not want to ruin whatever he had just done by moving. Instead, she issued a soft squeaking noise and clapped her hands in front of her, the sunglasses laying temporarily forgotten in her lap.
The words 'psychic' and 'reptilian' were echoed on her lips silently, as she tried to process the information he provided. The instinct to survive... It made sense in a way, and yet, it didn't. Of course that probably stemmed from the fact that she really, really sucked at surviving in the real world without help. Still, the odd classification couldn't stop the joy inside. It had been a while since she had felt that particular flutter... Once Hunter started to warn her about letting people in however, the feeling died quickly. Her head assumed its tilt again, and she frowned slightly. "I am not one to understand how a power like yours would work, or others, but... what do I have to fear from others?" Well... besides the whole physical violence thing, that is... but she had outrun many situations like that. "... How would I 'let someone inside'?" Maybe he was talking about someone like Brain, the dream walker... he had seemed nice enough though...
It had probably been a long time since someone had looked Andrea in the eye and had a conversation with her. While it had been a little tricky at first keeping her psychic attack under wraps wasn’t that hard once he’d managed to contain it. However Hunter’s mind was much more disciplined than most.
Andrea didn’t know much about psychics it seemed. “Some mutants have the ability to psychically enter your mind,” he explained, “and from there they can do untold damage from wrecking your memories to controlling your body. It is much hard to push a psychic out of your mind once they are inside than to simply keep on out. I used to have psychic abilities myself but have had them turned inwardly. That is what is allowing me to resist your gaze. How psychic abilities work can be hard to explain without demonstration. Though you have psychic abilities they operate on a level below your subconscious. They most likely work even if you are unconscious, though making eye contact while unconscious is a little tricky.”
“But now we have established a few things,” he told her with a reassuring smile, “First you power in indeed psychic so a sufficiently powerful telepath should be able to resist. Also the higher someone’s mental discipline and defence the quicker they will be able to shake it off but I doubt those without psychic abilities would be able to resist you entirely. Most important you need to look at their eyes for it to work. So if you learn to interact with people without looking into their eyes you won’t paralyse people accidentally. Finally you probably have an innate level of telepathic defence that works alongside your gaze. Anyone snooping around inside your head is likely to find an unpleasant surprise.”
She nodded along as he explained, and stored as much as she could remember away for later. The idea of someone breaking into her mind, damaging things and possibly even forcing her to do things- now that was a scary thought. She didn't even like when people dragged her along places... not having control over her own body... She shuddered, but understood. "I did not think that was possible... I shall be careful..." The only thing that really made her more nervous than plotting psychics , though, was the thought of walking around out in public without her glasses. Sure, she could stare at peoples shoulders, and casually avoid eye contact- but with how chaotic city life seemed to be she doubted it would be a permanent solution to her problem. "I think I would be too afraid to try this with anyone I know..."
She really hoped he didn't find it creepy that she was staring at him, she adopted a smile and forced herself to blink, lest her eyes dry out. "I have a tendency to bump into people a lot... so even with glasses it has been hard to avoid catching peoples eyes." She picked at a braid carefully, dropping her eyes reluctantly to stare at its dark, wiggling ends. "Back home it was much easier to move about, I had worked out a schedule for when I did not need to wear sunglasses, and when I would." She had been reminded many times, as she recalled, when not to come out of her room unprepared. Her father really didn't like getting caught on the stairs unaware, nor did her mother much. "But I suppose such a thing as a schedule really won't help much here. There are too many factors to try to work around." A toothy grin spread across from cheek to cheek, "I am happy I scrounged up the courage to come today. I had thought about canceling at least three times." She had also debated running while out on the front sidewalk, but he didn't need to know that....
“Trust me,” Hunter assured the gorgon, “it’s possible. I used to have a hypnotic gaze. After catching the same person with it a few times he trained himself to not look people in the eye and still function normally. Later I met another man who could set you on fire by making eye contact. My turn to learn how to avoid eye contact. Now it’s yours.”
“Once you get good you’ll be able to focus on their forehead or nose and people will struggle to tell the difference. The first guy to do it could stare right between my eyes and successfully avoid my gaze. Truthfully I never got that good.” Hunter had killed the man who could light him up before he had needed to. “But until it becomes second nature I advise keeping the shades on. You can practise with me without having a real stop start session as I can fend off your power.”
She nodded and couldn't help but gasp and draw a hand to her lips. "He could set things on fire with his eyes? Oh, how dreadful..." She couldn't even imagine how much that would suck. Her eyes pinpointed on his forehead and she wrinkled her nose. Surely it looked like she was staring at his forehead- horribly obvious. From how old he had stated he was, she figured that he had practiced for many, many years. She doubted she would live long enough to have that kind of skill securely under her thumb...
Without thinking, she brought a hand to her stomach and took another deep breath in, another thing she would have to practice. The size of her shirt helped to disguise her twiggy appearance, if only slightly, and she felt the smile on her lips slip just a little bit. Everything else aside, all of her fears, problems and what he had taught her, she was starting to worry more and more about her health. Her trip to Garrett had proven nearly fruitless... She dropped her eyes back to her lap, studying her glasses for a moment before she raised them and plopped them back on the bridge of her nose. The room was shaded once more, though she had to admit she didn't mind it so much this time around now that she knew she could take them off while in his company.
"It is probably well past time for me to head home... but I would like to come again to practice more..." She forced the smile to return, and pushed herself to her feet on legs that tingled with sleep. She would leave her cookies, tin and all.
Hunter rose as Andrea did and offered a smile. “You will always be welcome,” he assured her as he walked her towards the exit, “Just make another appointment with Ellie for sometime next week. I’ll provide the snacks this time.” It had been a while since Hunter had baked anything and it was something he was looking forward to trying again.
“You’ve made excellent progress for a single session. Just remember the techniques that I’ve shown you and that you are the master of your memories, they cannot master you,” he said with a smile and pat on the shoulder. She really was all skin and bones. He might bring it up next time to find out if she wasn’t eating a lot and if it was for emotional reasons.
Praise... Hunter seemed to be really good at that. A light blush graced her cheeks and she nodded, scratching at her cheek sheepishly. "Will do, Good bye Mr. An-...er.. Hunter!" Turning, she made her way back down to where his secretary waited, and set up another appointment.
With that jotted down and tucked into her pocket, she waved goodbye to Ellie and exited the building. For some reason standing out on the sidewalk, looking back over her shoulder didn't seem quite so odd now. There was a positive air to the place... and she simply couldn't wait to return...