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.
At the moment he was focused on one thing, and one thing only. defeat the woman before him, he had to do whatever was nesscary, she had herfun, she killed him, and while it would only be fair to return the favor, he intended on doing it slower.
Zelek raised several pieces of stone from the ground to hinder ink's charge. He then focused on the area around her mouth and nose, perhaps some suffocation would suffice to calm the woman's rage. he would have time enough to make her suffer. oh yes. She would suffer.
If he succeeded, there he would next try to capture one of her feet and work his way up from there, preferably while she feinted from asphyxiation. He circled to the left trying to observe if the woman had any ink bullets waiting for him.
A small smirk lit his lips, remembering fondly the fight his last victim put up, wild blue hair, and a flair for harajuku. She screamed at him in a tongue that he didn’t understand in the slightest, but knew exactly what she meant.
“No, it isn’t a lack of blood.” He instinctively slapped the blade out of her hand and across the room. if anyone was stabbing her, it was going to be him. Or did he just want her safe? This woman was a sorceress, did she know? Did she know she could have this effect on him? Physiologically? Psychologically? He doubted it, wouldn’t she have been, more victorious?
“You’re innocent aren’t you?” He looked into her eyes and turned away from her. He dissolved the stone blade in his hand. “I want to hurt you, hurt you so bad. I can’t seem to bring myself to do it however.” He sighed as he walked to his closet. He should kill her, he killed for less and often, she had stolen eternity from him. He wasn’t one of those fools that cared for those that withered around him as he stayed ageless. No, He wouldn’t decide her fate right this moment. If he was going to do it, he wanted to savor it.
He turned from the entrance of his walk in his closet to face her once more. In nearly an emotionless tone he stated. “I’m going to go see my doctor. If I find out you had anything to do with it, well, let’s just say it would be best to not be here when I return, if however, you are sure you didn’t. Then feel free to stay. I’ll have them add your fingerprints to unlock my front door and you can stay as long as you like, I'm sure you understand.”
Zelek stood there, outrage simmered and solidified into a cold hate. He still had no idea what to think. This had to be her fault, didn't it? Was it some plot to make him the man she wanted him to be again?
"How indeed. i've been with no one else, nor anywhere else since my flesh was tested. Never mind that he might as well have confessed to having fed before he stopped by the coffee shop. his last kill, if his words proved true. perhaps the last necessary kill depending on if his body no longer required blood to sustain its self either. he would have to see the Doctor.
He stood and waited for Kitra to tend his wounds. their complete lack of clothing and the concerned look she was giving him managed to distract him some from his train of murderous thought
Kitra was afraid, and if he had of realized the fear was for i'm he might not have been thinking about stabbing her as she thought of a further reply, suspicion fueled by confusion urged him to stab her and never stop.
The quiet please, however, was what stayed his hand. "If it wasn't you. Then how?' He didn't understand at all. Had someone else perpetrated this upon him?
Then it dawned on him...the one thing he had never done before. the only new thing? Could that have been it?
She wrapped his arm. She wouldn't like the reason he had a medical kit, it certainly wasn't for him. As she wrapped it he stared at her trying to calculate if it was worth it. The fact that he couldn't decide said a lot about the brink he stood on.
Zelek stretched and woke with a resounding yawn, a smile on his lips and pep in his step. The sun was barely coming over the horizon and naked as a jaybird he walked to the floor to ceiling window, whistling as he did so.
Oh, the night he had! He expected something to transpire between him and the woman laying in the bed behind him, but he wasn't sure what or when. He turned his back on the panoramic view of central park for a more interesting view of red silk on the palest of flesh, a mess of red strands upon his pillows and her quietly sleeping, never had she been more vunerable yet safe in front of him.
What was the woman doing to him. She was even making his heart beat harder as he looked upon her. His heart was beating hard! He looked down at his skin and noted a bit more color there than the night before. a slight confusion crossed his mind as he walked to the mirror. His flesh was so much...fleshier.
Something was wrong, very wrong...
His eyes widened as he stared at his shoulder. Scratches ran from his shoulder down to his chest... but how? why? why were the scratches still there? Zelek swallowed hard as he form a small rudimentary blade of stone in his hand. Putting the blade to his arm, he cut shallowly and slowly.
His arm bled and bled, dripping on the floor. His skin did not tiddly patch itself up.It did not seal itself up to appear as if nothing ever happened.
He turned again marching over to the bed. A growl breached his throat words following shortly after. "What! have you done to me?" He raged, barely holding back the turmoil that wanted to boil over into blood lust.
~~"Oddly enough I feel safe with you. Though I shouldn't, considering your nature."
He looked at her and nodded, “It is true, I’m not to be trusted..” he tilted his head. “So then I was still vile and murderous? Ah, no I guess not if he is hiding for the moment.”
~~"Weakness isn't always a bad thing. And sometimes what you might consider weakness, isn't weakness at all."
What a very Kitra thing to say. “Weakness by definition is a bad thing.” He shook his head in passive disagreement.weakness wasn't weakness, what did that even mean, of course a weakness was a weakness.
~~"And as to me seeing the old you, well even the first time you saw me after you turned." "You may have gone after me due to being blood crazed. But you still recognized me as someone you knew."
“Hmmm, Interesting.” He may have been distracted by her and the effect the water had on her improvised bathing suit. By the time he had gathered his thoughts she had disappeared beneath the surface.
He reached out to her slowly calmly. The look she gave him was inciting, the way her scarlet hair darkened and laid flat and dripping was an intriguingly attractive affect. He attempted to draw her closer. For once he had eyes only for her lips and not a thought of her neck crossed his mind. "Perhaps, I could help you over come it?"
Being murdered was not fun. Taking a liquid bullet to the head and having it pulled right back out was about one of the most painful experiences he had gone through since the bomb. He wasn’t lucky like most of the other survivors he didn’t survive because he was wrapped in some pink protective light or spared by some other mutants get out of death free card, nope he died and slowly painfully waited to become a man instead of a mess.
If mass destruction wouldn’t end him, neither would some girl with an ink bullet. He winced as he reached over with his good hand, wrapping it in a layer of stone and pulling the stake from his hand, he would deal with that later.
Pain absolute pain, the kind that lingered and would stay with him until it healed or he handled it through other means, it was a mortal wound. If she aimed for his head or heart, he would be a dead vampire instead. He pressed his back up through the cement and stone that had housed those moments ago.
He stood and turned, watching his pair of women getting away. Is brow furrowed as he glared at the woman Kitra had taken as a second. She had his respect but soon she would also have his fury. He ran forward , as quietly as he could if she heard him, so be it.
He clutched his wounded hand to his chest as every beat of his heart sent wild and euphoric pain through him and into his hand. As he closed the distance it Started Raining stones from the top of his Range, large chunks of stone began to fall, any that looked as if they might hit Kitra’s head evaporated into nothing.
Allison however would find herself in a storm of stones.
Zelek’s body was making steady progress on its path to healing and while it suffered a large set back as the source of this near death experience caused a relapse as the ink was torn from him once more. It started back at the beginning, knitting his brain matter flesh and bone back together as the girl behind him played with ink.
With a total lack of concentration holding the bonds of the small stone dome together, it steadily fell apart and falling faster as time went, eventually the large parts began to fall and crumple to dust as they hit the first thing they landed on.
His body still laid there face down in the dirt as more piled up around them. until final enough of the structure broke down and the rest crashed in a final grand finale of dirt and kick up dust.
Zelek sighed lightly as she began to disrobe without the slightest bit of shyness. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the view and while part of him watched her neck that would typically be the source of his amusement, he couldn’t help but notice there was so much more to her. Zelek slid out of the majority of his clothing and waded into the pool, resting his arms against the ledge of the pool and letting his feet bob up to the surface.
“Both of answers to those questions are wrapped around the same curiosity. With Hunter missing and remaining in hiding or seclusion or wherever he might be. I have no one. Except for one girl, from a past that I know nothing about. You are the only one that is fond of me in this world, capable of forgiving what I am. Or to you what I have become. There is a darkness inside of me that refuses to hide itself. I like that darkness, it makes me strong, it makes me callous, it renders me invincible. Part of me wants to know more about the past, but the big what if looms over me. what if I don’t care for what I find, what if it compels me to be something I don’t want to be. What if it compels me to compassion and weakness. What if it causes me to hate what I have become…?”
“You are lovely to behold, and a doorway to my past, you are tolerant of my past dealings and lenient with what you ask of me.”
“But then I have to put the same question to you, If I was some noble boy who could ensnare you heart in such a way to follow me to here, how are you still interested when I have changed so completely?”
Ah, the statues, he had not thought about those at all. A pity he hadn’t rang ahead to have them stored. He was making such intriguing progress with Kitra already anyhow.
Zelek looked to her and tilted his head in confusion. As the demand was amended to a request, He went to a linen closet and pulled a large stack of red silk sheets and made his way around the apartment. “There aren’t any statues in the kitchen, the bathroom or my bedroom if you care to wait in there for a moment. He covered every last statue and observed the red silk pillars, Deciding he didn’t mind the aesthetic all that much at all.
Once finished covering the thirteen statues, he moved back to Kitra. ‘I’ll have them removed while we are in another room. If that suits you. Perhaps, you’d like to swim?” He reached out for her hand and took it leading her to his favorite part of the pent house, the pool “ So we are perfectly clear, I never intended on entombing you completely, your hands however were causing me trouble at the moment and so naturally I sought to control them. That said would you like a bathing suit?or…”He quirked a smile at her as always testing the boundaries that the woman might put up.
He pulled out his cell phone once more. ‘ I need assistance moving some of the statues in my home, send up the door man, I don’t care for how he looked at my guest. I’d like him to do the majority of the work. Yes, thank you.” He hung up the phone and smiled at Kitra.
Zelek tilt his head in wonder at the woman beneath him as she went off not in fear or concern for herself or Kitra but…seemingly a pet peeve. He opened his mouth to reply but stopped as he watched a range of emotions flitted over self and settled into a simmering anger, she was going to be a lively one, he was suddenly very glad that he had sound proofed his lair.
Was the woman he was originally after not reason enough to desire red heads? And he didn’t say it was an obsession merely a preference.He drank the blood of any and every filthy and pitiful creature he came across these days.
He lifted the bottle to pour it on her angry self righteous face. And then peered up to note the globule of ink flying toward his forehead but not quickly enough to prevent what happened next.
Her words rang in his ears as pain shot through his being in a way he had not experienced in years. If he was hooked up to medical equipment his monitoring machine would have flat lined. He slumped forward and the bottle fell to the ground it rolled and spilled some of the contents on the stone floor, but some of the wine caught below the mouths level. Think found its mark like a bullet from any gun in the hands of a marksmen.
The two stone manacles crumbled around her arms as his body tipped forward. Slowly but surely the ceiling and walls began to crumble starting near the pin holes and raining little streams of stone.
Zelek was seemingly dead, if only for a moment. His body was relentless where surviving was concerned and started to repair its self as quickly as possible blood pushing at the ink to repair the damage to his brain. He however wouldn’t be ready to retaliate for some time yet.
Zelek smirked and made the small statue disproportionally curvy to render the dress less modest. He was sure she would up the ante and make the dress modest once more, but the point was to pester her and nothing less. after winning a particularly sour look from her, he dropped the access curves and snatched the statue off the table. Their cab had arrived and was already being accosted by some scoundrel with a briefcase.
The cab sped along to the place he rarely came to, to rest his head, he behaved here, he wouldn't tell it to Kitra, but He never brought someone here to toy with, drink from or worse. In fact, he never brought anyone here. She was his first guest and likely to be his last.
"Mr. Borova the door man held the door at a crisp attention and the button to one of several elevators was already pressed and waiting for them before they had arrived. the whole place spoke of over indulgence. A step into the elevator saw them take a quick ride to the top floor and exit into a hallway with only one door at the end.
Zelek put his thumb, his middle finger and then his pinky on a biometric scanner and the door clicked open. "After you Kitra."
The interior of the pent house was an overwhelming amount of bright white and lighting, with splashes of red color here or there, it was modern and minimalistic.Several Red jasper statues of people stood here or there, females and males alike all with terror or defeat on their facial features. Sentinels of pain and sorrow stood of discretely in corners and nooks The outer wall was floor to ceiling glass, the view was amazing. Central park rolled out before them. He turned to Kitra, "what shall we do now?"
The concrete dome seemingly knit itself together above them, leaving only pin holes through which air and light could come through. It was rather like a small stone igloo with no exit.
“Oh, I quite agree,” the bottle of wine bumped into his arm and was there for him, when she was done with her questions. He couldn’t however dally to long, she was an Amazon after all and he was pretty sure he was playing with fire, even if he could heal from her inky attacks it was sure to be painful.
“You shall both provide me with sustenance, you see long ago I developed an unquenchable need for blood, and I grow bored and thirsty. Not to mention I simply love redheads.”
Concrete slid up and over her forearms to hold her in place and Zelek grinned down at the woman under him. “ now be a good girl and just drink it, everything will go so much easier for us both if you do.”
Zelek slowly reached for the bottle and reached for it in a manor to entice the woman to beg, he wanted to see the suspense on her face. A solid drink and she would be dooming herself and her friend to an inkless, paperless cavern of doom.
Liquid this battle came down to two vipers seeking out their venom of choice, each unbeknownst to the other. The wine bottle had never been opened at least not traditionally, it was made from a material that he could manipulate, he summoned the bottle slowly over to them. he thought she looked thirsty. Zelek smiled up at her and shifted his weight so that he could be on top. He was tempted to bite her right then. Introduce her to the life she had won. Once they had seen to the physical altercations she might notice why exactly he didn’t mind her blades, his flesh was already recovering from the deep gouging it had received moments ago.
“Yes, I was desperate to talk, at least until I had you distracted enough to conquer. I don’t want her dead. I don’t want either of you dead. I just couldn’t risk either of you leaving .’ A small sadistic grin came to his face. He hadn’t won yet, but he felt he wasn’t too far off with one knocked out and the other pinned and waiting to toast his victory. The small dome climbed higher around them slowly but surely entombing them all. After that was complete he might see to some more personal restraints. If she let him pin her arms to the ground she would start to feel the cold grip of stone around her wrists.
His tone changed as he gave up on the theatrics and let his true intentions show a bit. “If you are concerned that this is some sexually predatory attack, be at peace it isn’t about that in the least. You might worry however, I don’t intend on letting either of you leave. But that doesn’t mean, you have to die either.”
Zelek was a little surprised by Ink’s attack, she didn’t even give him enough time to laugh at Kitra’s fainting words. She also didn’t use her power, she only attacked with her physical ability, from what he could tell she was a close range fighter, but that was his domain as well, still he preferred his mind games.
She pounced on him like he was some unaware bird that fell victim to a cats deadly hunt. He fell back trying to avoid the talons she favored, still he would gain some wounds temporarily as she dug into his cheek below his eye on one side and slashes across the other. His arms flailed to gain control of hers. He took both of his legs and attempted to lock them both around one of hers, if he could he would attempt to pin her if he managed to gain control of her limbs. Blood ran from his cheek and his eye burst into pain, even as it stitched itself up.
He had emptied all three of his thralls this morning, in preparation of this fight, his body was quick to heal and he would be replacing the three with much more dangerous game.
‘You might want to reconsider. If, that is you want Kitra to survive this ordeal, I am the only one that knows what poison is in her and where the only antidote is. The clocks ticking on her life. Most importantly, I am the only one that could get to it, even if you found out.”
Would she fall for his bluff? Would she sacrifice herself on the off chance he’d change his mind and let them go? Or would she realize how hopeless this was once she realized the ground was rising all around them. Once the stone encased them if she killed him, they’d all likely suffocate.
“Another scratch and I’ll let her die.” He announced callously.
