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 smiled taking another sip of his own wine. Her tales of the shows she’d performed, which he’d detected no falsehood in the telling, indicated a grace and poise needed for such things, yet she was displaying a lack of hand eye coordination when she almost spilled her wine.
“How can someone who has been in acrobatic and dance shows also be a klutz?” he asked with a smile. Perhaps it was her concentration levels, and when relaxed she lost her coordination. If so then relaxing her would make her more vulnerable, something he would keep in mind.
At that moment the food arrived. Hunter’s salmon was lightly cook, served with daikon, snow peas and salad. Thanking the waiter he refilled Fiona’s glass and topped up his own. “Bon apatite.”
Fiona smiled and laughed when she heard his question. "I know, I get that all the time. But for some reason I guess when I let my guard down, I just do stupid things."
When the food arrived, Fiona smiled as she smelled the rich aromas that wafted from her plate. Before her was a golden-brown chicken breast, with herbs and spices dotting the surface. Along side it was a serving of fluffy white rice that slightly smelled of lemon due to the zest, and in a seperate bowl was a crisp, fresh green Caesar salad. Smiling, she looked up at Hunter.
"Quite an arrangement." she said. Taking up her fork, she scooped a tiny bit of the rice onto its tip, bringing it to her mouth. She immediately enjoyed the taste, it being freshly made rice and what tasted like fresh lemon added during the cooking process. Her thoughts drifted for a moment to the mansion, and what ever became of Terrance before he had to leave so unexpectedly. She quickly made one of her mental notes to go see him when she returned, but set her mind back to the outing at hand.
Hunter smiled as he took a bite of the salmon, but paid little attention to the taste. So she had lowered her guard for him, that would make her easy prey, but he wondered how fast she could raise it again. The more he built this relationship the greater use he could gain from it.
“So have you made many friends at the mansion? What is it like living with so many people who all have their own unique talents?” He wondered how much he could determine about those who lived at the institute from this lunch without raising her suspicions.
So far she seemed to completely believe his role as the pro-mutant millionaire who was nothing short of a good man. The reality was far different, but his acting skills have had plenty of time to be honed, and he’d played many roles during his time, rarely revealing his true nature.
Keeping out of site, and moving when only when neccesary, Terrance eventually arrived at the resturaunt. He didn't go in, rather hung outside, peering past the windows indiscreetly and watching men and women go in occasionaly. He caught glimpses of what seemed like a very fancy-smacy atmospher that he probably didn't belong in. He stayed put, getting whiffs of the exotic food smells, and hints of ladies perfume and mens' cologne. He could clearly pick up on Fiona's scent but didn't see her just yet. The smell was strong so he was possibly quite close to where he and her mystery "date" were. Terran tried to blend in as most as he could, keeping to the shadows, or keeping behind large groups of people. Which occasionally glared at him for smoking. He was enjoying himself a little, getting away from his thoughts was a nice retreat. But he was still intrigued of who this mystery man might be and why he was with Fiona in the first place.
Fiona relished the taste once again as she heard Hunter speak. He always had the uncanny ability to break through her thoughts when she least expected it. Looking up, she thought about the answer to this next question.
"Well, living with hundreds of other mutants certainly can be entertaining, I'll tell you that." she smiled. "I guess it's very cool in a way. A mutant can get a sense of belonging, like she's with her own kind there. And, not to mention, there are so many people with amazing powers there that I really can get sort of awed. And at the same time, I have made some aquaintances--people who I'd really like to get to know better."
After a while the crowds began to get smaller and smaller and the places Terrance used to blend in were dissappearing as well. He hoped he hadn't stood out too much. Although his choice of clothing was in a sense of normal every day sort of clothing so it wouldn't be too bad a situation if he had been found out by anyone in particular. All he would have to do was say he was waiting for someone. And in fact...he was... Terran sighed, emptying the last ciggerette out the package into his open palm. He fiddled with the ciggerette at first, rolling it between his fingers and lit it. The nicotine filling his system, and the smell of it calming his nerves intensely. All he would have to do for now is wait, and watch...
Suddenly Hunter’s phone rang. “Excuse me a moment,” he rose and answered, heading for the men’s room. “What is it?” he demanded.
“Sir,” came the driver, Maximillian’s, voice, “I believe that we have been followed.”
“What do you mean believe?”
“While I can’t be sure, I think that a man has followed us from the mansion. He’s currently outside the restaurant, watching.”
“Keep an eye on him, and notify me the moment he moves.”
“Yes Mr Antonescu.”
Hunter hung up the phone and looked into the mirror. Did Tricity not trust him and have him followed? Or, was this someone infatuated with Fiona and felt threatened by him? Either way, it would be dealt with if it became a problem. Straightening his returned to the table. “My apologies, some urgent business that had just come up, but it’s dealt with for now.”
Fiona had been suitably relaxed when Hunter's phone rang. 'I was wondering when that was going to happen.' she thought, as she continued her meal. He seemed so busy, so important, that Fiona felt slightly dwarfed by him.
She waited for a few minutes, letting her gaze wander over the restaurant, particularly on a painting that intrigued her. Smiling, she studied the choice of colors over the canvas when suddenly Hunter appeared. "No problem. It seems like it was important, was it about your companies?"
“Interference of a rival company on a special deal that we’ve been working on,” Hunter said, with a subtle blend of truth and lies, “but it’s being monitored and I’ll be notified if anything changes.” He took another bite of his meal, washing it down with some wine.
“So which power have you seen at the mansion that you’re most envious of?” he asked with a smile, “I must say, that teleporting kid must have hours of fun.” Hopefully she could give him some of the more interesting powers that he could sample, allowing him to focus on specific individuals rather than scouring the whole mansion.
Fiona raised her eyebrows approvingly as she heard about his job. It seemed like business really was the sort of cutthroat practice it made itself out to be. Rival companies, special deals... What a life.
"Erm, I'm quite fond of the shapeshifters... Not to mention a couple of flyers and a weather manipulator. My powers seem sort of stunted when it comes to those, although I've had some odd occurances with my powers lately as well. I read somewhere that mutants tend to grow with adequate training, but I'm not sure if that's what's happening with me."
Taking another bite from her food, she remembered Francine's again. "So confusing."
“What sort of odd tings?” mutants powers develop with training. He trained all his powers save the blood absorption, and was looking forward to experimenting with it. Shape shifting, flight, weather control, Hunter didn’t know where to begin.
From what he knew he only received a toned down version of someone’s powers, so a mutant with flight would be unlikely to offer more than the ability to glide. He wasn’t sure how far shape shifting would affect him, but was dying to find out. So far he’d yet to experience with mutants who had a physical mutation, like wings or a tail, and so wasn’t sure whether or not he would spontaneously grow the mutation or not.
His thoughts drifted to the man outside who Maximillian was watching, and to what powers he might have. He was unsure as to whether they could rival his own, but trusted that his experience would give him a significant edge in any confrontation.
Fiona sighed and closed her eyes for a moment. "Well, my ability typically lets me seduce someone--I can influence them to do as I please typically, particularly the opposite sex. But, when I truly get involved, I feel the other person's emotions... And..."
She hesitated, wondering if she really did hear them or if she was simply crazy.
"I hear their thoughts. So I sort of bend what I'm doing to what they want to hear, so to speak. I don't know what any of this means for me, but I'm curious as to what I might be able to do. Currently I've been looking for a partner to try on, but only as of late."
Hunter was immediately cautious. If she could here his thoughts then currently she could not be allowed to live. However, her death while out with him would reflect badly at the mansion. He would have to keep this relationship one of friends only, his plans were too important to risk by involving himself intimately with her.
“Are there no psychics at the institute that could help? I hear Xavier himself is one of the foremost in the world.” Which is precisely why he had chose the sister school to approach. While they may still have telepaths, the woman in charge was not one.
He took another bite of his meal, but was still barely noticing the taste, as his mind raced with this new information and how it would change his plans. Perhaps he should seek out another woman at the institute to form a closer relationship with while posing less risk to himself.
Fiona smiled and nodded, eating once again. "Yeah, I've been meaning to do so. But as much as I try, I can't hear their thoughts unless they are completely under my influence and I've... Made a connection. I don't know how to describe it, but I need to blend myself with them--like weave myself into their psyche. It's hard to explain. People with strong resistances could most likely block me out completely, so that I couldn't hear their thoughts. That's why I've been meaning to practice."
Sipping her wine, she took a last bite of her meal before dotting her mouth with her napkin. "It was absolutely wonderful."