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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 lead the way towards a shop the he knew sold good travelling clothes, more hardwearing than the dress Katherine had on at the moment. Opening the door he greeted the man inside.
“Sebastian, how are you?” he held out his hand as he approached the old shop keeper.
“Hunter!” Sebastian came and shook Hunter’s hand warmly, “Why it’s been…” fearing what Sebastian might reveal Hunter gave a barely perceivable shake of his head, “so long since I last saw you, you were only about yay high back then.” He faltered slightly, but recovered it well. Holding his hand to about his wait he indicated how small Hunter supposedly was when they last met.
“Yes, well I’ve grown a lot since then,” Hunter said with a smile.
“And who is this vision of loveliness that is with you?” He asked, smiling warmly at Katherine.
“This is Katherine Oswald,” said Hunter, “and she is the reason for my visit, we need to get her some travelling clothes for our trip to Europe.”
Katherine found herself being led towards a shop near the back of the town, a sort of out of the way place that seemed to draw her to it like a magnet to its field. "We're going there?" she asked, and soon had her question answered when they walked inside. Immediately she felt her eyes scanning the area, laying upon items every which way, shape, color, size, and more imaginable. Wandering off to a nearby shelf, she returned when she shopkeeper greeted Hunter.
Smiling when she was addressed, she curtsied and stood beside Hunter, a beaming smile glued to her features. "Pleasure to meet you Sebastian." she said genuinely, and waited to see what he would show them.
Sebastian beamed at Katherine and pulled out a tape measure. With the utmost care he began to measure her. Once he had finished he disappeared into the back of the shop. Hunter turned to Katherine and asked with a grin, “Shall we look for a nightgown after this, or will that be unnecessary now?”
Before she had a chance to answer Sebastian returned carrying some sturdy boots, a cloth skirt with a leather over tunic, a shirt and jacket, along with a cloak. Handing the bundle to Katherine he pointed to a changing room. “Please, go and try them on.”
As she went to try the new outfit Hunter turned to Sebastian. “Tell me, are there any criminals in the town that you know of?”
“A couple,” the old man replied, “Why do you ask?”
“I need to feed before we set sail,” Hunter explained.
“Then why not do as you normally do a pick a victim at random?” Sebastian queried, looking incredulously at Hunter, “It’s because of her isn’t it? She’s the reason you’re looking for a guilty man. Well blow me, I never thought I’d see the day you were tamed by a woman.”
Rather than respond to the comment Hunter asked, “Where can I find them?”
“The leftmost warehouse down by the dock, anyone you find in there is a criminal through and through.” Sebastian told him
“Thank you old friend,” said Hunter, placing a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder.
“I hope you find happiness sir,” Sebastian said, all joking aside.
Katherine entered the dressing area with the bundle, wondering just how she would look. She had never worn sturdy clothing like this, much less sturdier garments for heavy traveling. She began to undo her dress yet again, letting it fall to the ground easily with her slip as she stood nude in the confined area. She smiled, as the feeling of bare skin reminded her of her previous night. Grabbing the skirt, she quickly stepped into it, lacing it tightly around her waist. Sebastian had a good eye for size, from what she could see.
After having placed the other garments on, her mind falling into the routine after having gotten into the skirt, she sat on a small chair to put on the knee-high leather boots. She laced those up nicely as well, and with a last glance grabbed the cloak to swing over her arm. grabbing the dress now as well, she stepped out, smiling at Hunter.
"What shall I do with this?" she asked, motioning towards the dress.
Hunter smiled broadly as Katherine stepped out in her new outfit. She looked incredible, ready to take the world by storm. Looking at the dress briefly he turned to Sebastian and said, “Sebastian, we’ll need to backpacks.”
The old man nodded and headed off to fetch them. Hunter turned back to Fiona saying, “If we ever fancy going out for a long walk the packs will come in handy, and we can store your dress in one for now.”
Sebastian returned with the packs, and Hunter thanked him as well as handing over the payment plus extra for the tip about the warehouse. Slinging his pack onto his shoulders he held a hand out to Katherine. “Let’s go and see if Dominik found us a ship.”
Taking the pack happily, she folded the dress and placed it inside. Looking to the cloak, she figured she might as well have it on, and slung it around her shoulders. It felt lovely, however she felt as though she were some sort of bandit--not that it displeased her.
Taking Hunter's hand, she smiled and kissed him lightly as a thanks for the clothes. They were much more comfortable than the dress, and she felt like she could do anything. Stepping out, she led the way towards where she had seen the port. Sure enough, there was Dominik's large form, waving in the distance from a large ship.
“Looks like it,” replied Hunter as he headed up towards the ship. Dominik met them at the edge. “Is everything stowed on board?”
“Yes sir, all your things are on board,” Dominik replied.
“Good,” he turned to Katherine, “There’s a small errand I have to run. I won’t be gone long, but I need to meet some people about my business in England before we sail. I’ll be back before you know it,” He kissed he hand gently, then gave Dominik a quick look that told him to guard her with his life.
Katherine smiled as she reached Dominik, giving him a friendly nod. She had grown quite accustomed to the big fellow being around, and was beginning to really trust him.
"Hello Dom!" she said.
As soon as she had said her hello, she realized she would be saying a short goodbye to Hunter as he needed to talk business. Paying no mind to it, she frowned, looking at Hunter with a look that would make hardened sailors melt. "Don't take too long!" she said, as she leaned in to give him a soft kiss. Walking into the ship, she waved as Hunter walked back up the dock and dissapeared from sight after a turn.
"Why do I have a feeling he's going to do this often?" she said, more to herself than anything.
With Katherine safely inside the ship Hunter turned and headed for the warehouse. He could feel the beginnings of the hunger knowing at him, and the desire to feed grow stronger. But this time he would only attack the guilty, like he had done in the beginning, before his parents had turned on him.
He walked briskly towards the warehouse, carrying no weapon as Dominik had his sword stowed on the boat. However, he had no need of a weapon, and would defeat these criminals with his bare hands. Having reached the warehouse he looked around briefly to see if anyone was looking before taking a huge leap.
Catching the ledge of a small second story window he pulled himself silently inside. His keen eyesight made the dingy warehouse seem as bright as day, and he could easily pick out two dozen men around the place. Five were in up in the gantries where he was, and the others on the ground floor.
Padding silently towards his first victim he approached from behind and broke the man’s neck before he knew Hunter was there. Spinning the body Hunter extended his fangs and plunged them into the man’s neck. The warmth of the blood flowed through him, far sweeter than the honey he had tasted that morning.
“Ralph!” came a cry as one of the men on the gantries spotted Hunter. Furious at being discovered before he could finish his meal Hunter tossed the dead man aside and lunged for the man who had cried out. Clutching him by the throat he hurled him bodily from the gantry.
By now the others in the warehouse had spotted him and were drawing weapons. One nearby was drawing a pair of pistols when Hunter grabbed a crate lid and flung it at him. It hit the man squarely on the bridge of the nose, knocking him unconscious. Diving towards the man he dodged pistol fire form the others.
Rolling next to him he pulled a dagger from the man’s belt and slashed his throat before throwing it at another, catching the man in the throat. The final man in the gantry had pulled out a sword. While nowhere near as good quality as his own, it was a serviceable weapon, and would have been a serious threat had he been a normal human. But he wasn’t.
His hand flew out and caught the man’s wrist as he swung down to strike. With contemptuous ease he snapped the wrist, snatched the sword that the man dropped in pain out of midair and slashed him across the stomach, leaving his innards to spill out.
With all the men on the gantry dead Hunter turned his attention to those below. Back flipping off the gantry he dodged more pistol fire as he landed gracefully on his feet. A man Dominik’s size rushed him swinging a large axe above his head. Hunter effortlessly sidestepped the brute and hamstringed him.
Deflecting a pike thrust with his sword he grabbed the shaft and drove it hard into the owner’s stomach, before snapping it up into his chin, knocking him out. Spinning the spear into a throwing position he hurled it and impaled two men to the wall.
The snap of gunfire caused him to hurl himself to the right, barely dodging the lead balls. Rolling to his feet he parried a sword strike and ran the owner through. The next man was whirling a flail, which Hunter dodged around with ease, before severing the owners hand swiftly followed by his head.
Whirling into the next man he knocked aside his pistol, slashed his throat and stabbed another through the mouth in one smooth motion. Instead of pulling the blade free he left it there and blocked an axe strike with his forearm. Wrapping his arm around the axe wielders he snapped it before backhanding him and shattering his skull.
Pulling his sword free he dove into a group of six, the blade moving like quicksilver. In two seconds all six fell back with their throats cut. The four remaining had reloaded their pistols and opened fire, causing Hunter to dive for cover behind some crates. Regaining his feet he threw his sword, catching one of them in the chest.
Leaping over the crates he rushed the last of them, punching one in the ribs hard enough to shatter them and for the fragments to shred his internal organs. An elbow strike to another caused the side of his head to cave in. A sweeping kick broke the final man’s neck.
With all opposition disposed of Hunter turned to the brute he had hamstringed. The man was on his knees, the axe having fallen to the side. Tears of pain and fear flowed down his cheeks as Hunter approached.
“What are you?” the man sobbed.
“I am your end.” Grabbing the man’s head he wrenched it to one side before sinking his fangs into the man’s neck. The rich tasted filled his mouth and strength flowed through him as the hunger was banished and he completely drained the man.
Once finished he dropped the corpse and pulled a handkerchief from is pocket. Wiping the blood from his chin he headed for the door. Stepping back out into the street he straightened his clothes and set off for the ship. With the new spring in his step from a fresh meal he was soon there and boarded in search of Katherine.
Katherine had been up and down the ship countless times waiting for Hunter. It seemed like days had passed, when instead only hours had. 'I hope everything is going alright...' she thought, and proceeded to walk to the other end of the ship again. Dominik had been trailing her the whole day, and she couldn't wait for a bit of privacy. Also, she couldn't wait to be able to tell Dominik to stop sneaking around. A horrendously obvious spy, he would duck behind corners seconds too late, almost always alerting Katherine to his presence.
"Dominik, I can take care of myself, you know." she called, hearing the heavy thudding behind her halt for a split second and then continue.
Smirking, Katherine knew she would have to outsmart him. She walked once again into the small room where she had placed her belongings, knowing he wouldn't follow her there. But leaning her ear against the wall, she could hear his heavy footstep right outside her door. Thinking for a moment, she quickly set to amassing a few pillows underneath the bedspread of the small queen that was in the room. Looking it over, it looked like there was a sleeping form underneath the covers, which was what she hoped.
Finally looking around to see that everything was fine, she pulled the hood of the cloak over her head, and closed the cloak around her. "Dominik?" she called.
"Yes, milady?" came the gruff reply.
"Could you get me a washbasin? I don't think I'm feeling too well. I'm going to go ahead and sleep for a while, so just go ahead and place it at the foot of the bed... When you come in don't wake me please, I feel horrid." feigning a sick voice, she stood right behind the door as she heard his thick steps walking away. With a bright smile, she exited the room, making sure the door was closed behind her. Walking in the opposite direction of Dominik, she quickly made her way back to the top, her hood pulled over her face and nothing but a bit of her hair poking out of the side could be seen.
"Finally!" she whispered, an excited giggle escaping her lips.
As she walked along, she went to an empty area of the ship. Apparently filled with cargo, she sat atop a crate and let the hood fall back and the cloak become undone, leaning back against a slightly taller crate stacked just behind the first.
Relaxing, Katherine closed her eyes, a smile playing across her lips. Her thoughts wandered back to Hunter, and when he would be back. But knowing how business was, she knew that it might be even longer.
"Finally what?" came a deep voice all of a sudden, making Katherine jump. Her eyes springing open, they were met by a tall man, with shoulder length black hair that was tied behind his head. He wore no shirt, and strapped to his waistband was a large sword. "What, you've never seen a man before?" he said, emitting a foul laughter that made Katherine cringe. He stepped forward, his sinewy muscles twitching every now and then. Shrinking back, she stared at him wide eyed, realizing just how stupid she had been to leave Dominik behind.
"Leave me alone!" she spat, only causing the man to step forward even closer. She could feel his breath on her as his hands wandered over her body. Kicking at him, she flailed her arms in a futile attempt to get him off her. "I like them fiesty..." he whispered, and Katherine could see just where this was headed. "HELP!" she called, and just as she shouted felt a blow to the side of her head. The room was spinning, and she couldn't help but grimace at the pain and the indignation. "Now, be a good wench and lift that skirt..." he said, causing Katherine to gag. "Get away from me!" she yelled again, only recieving another hard punch to the skull. Her conciousness began to slip away as his hands continued to roam her body.
Whimpering, she let out a tear. "Hunter..." she cried, trying feebly to fight off the hands on the clasp of her skirt.
Hunter heard Katherine’s cry for help and was instantly moving. With fresh blood coursing through his veins his speed was unparalleled and he was down in the cargo hold. He could smell the man before he saw him, and his features twisted with fury.
Bursting into the area where Katherine and her assailant was he saw the man lifting her skirt and that she was barely conscious. Roaring in anger he grabbed the man’s shoulders and flung him into some nearby crates, breaking them and their content spilling across the floor.
Kneeling next to Katherine he held her in his arms. “It’s alright my love, I’m here.” He kissed her gently, trying not to focus too much on the bruise forming on the side of her head. Hearing the whistling sound of a blade cutting through air he span around.
Catching the man’s wrist he slammed his fist into the attacker’s face, breaking his nose. Driving a knee into the man’s stomach he smashed him head first into a crate. The man went limp, the sword clattering to the floor as he hung there, his head stuck in the crate.
Turning back to Katherine he held her once more. “He shan’t bother you again, of that I promise.” He would not kill in front of her, but he vowed that this man would die. However, that could wait, as Katherine’s well being was paramount to all other concerns. He had never felt such anguish as he did now, waiting for her to respond, to say she was alright.
As Hunter crashed into the room, Katherine's world quickly came back to her, her focus coming clearly to her eyes. "Hunter!" she exclaimed, but stayed quiet as she watched him fight the other man. Her mouth literally agape, she watched the refined man she had known from before fight like an animal, quickly destroying his opponent. Rubbing the side of her head, she winced as the pain quickly returned as she touched it. As Hunter returned, Katherine smiled, throwing her arms around him.
"My love! I'm so sorry, I should have never left Dominik! It's not his fault, it was I--" she stopped in midsentence as she looked at him staring at her face.
Hunter hugged her fiercely as she spoke, letting him know that she was alright. When she asked him what was the matter he smiled a smile of true relief, “I feared the worst, but I got here in time. I was just so worried that I was going to lose you, so soon after finding you.”
As his words began to fail him he kissed her, showing his true relief that she would be alright, that she would be well. Then he scooped her up in his arms and headed for the cabin. She felt light as a feather in his arms as he walked towards the cabin. As it came into view he saw Dominik stare at the flabbergasted.
“My lord,” he stammered, “I do not know how… I only went briefly to get a washbasin… I saw her inside…”
“It’s alright my old friend, she told me she eluded you, and that you had not failed in your duty. You may go now, she is safe with me.” Dominik bowed and left. Holding Katherine effortlessly with one arm he opened the cabin door and stepped inside. Moving to the bed he lay her down. “That wound needs seeing to,” he said with a smile, as he filled the wash basing with water from a nearby jug.
With a smile, she let herself be scooped up into his arms, giving her unconcious attacker one more glance. A shiver passed through her before she settled her face into his shoulder, breathing in his warm scent.
"I think that man made you a little dirty, you smell slightly of blood." said Katherine, closing her eyes.
As they walked inside, she felt the side of her head throb. "Ouch.." she said feebly.
"I hope you're not too mad at me..." she whispered, taking off her cloak completely and laying it aside. "I just couldn't help it, call it old nature."
Dunking a cloth in the water he said, “There was a reason that I had Dominik follow you, but I can understand that you wanted to keep with your newfound freedom.” Walking over to her he sat on the edge of the bed and gently placed the damp cloth on the bruise.
“However, I hope that next time I’m away you’ll let him keep an eye on you. There’s no grantee that I’ll be back in time, and I couldn’t bare it if something happened to you.” For a moment there was a look of true fear in his eyes. He couldn’t imagine what losing her would do to him, he just knew that he would give everything he had, including his life, for her.