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.
"I know you can handle yourself... that doesn't mean I can't want to make sure you don't have to."
But... that was the fun part.
Lori remembered a patron at her bar, back when she held a steady yet seedy job, toast to his own death. When asked why, he only said that everyone who drank had a death wish. She found it oddly true. People pounded them back to be able to endure things, to forget things, to let go.
It was possible that she too had a death wish living on the lamb as she had. She tried to not do anything overtly stupid like go home with big men who had hooks for hands, but here she was at the mercy of someone big and red who could make her brain into toothpaste without first removing the skull.
Mars was out and back before she had time to recover. Why didn't he hit her? Or at least shake her very hard? She needed a good shaking it seemed.
Behind her on the tile was a stack of clothes. She was all kinds of messed up to not notice a man Mars' size dropping them off. After one last scrub of the hair she grabbed comfort clothes, tank top and undies and athletic shorts over that. She put on a pair of socks too to keep her tootsies warm and took her dear sweet time doing it too. If he was mad at her, she didn't want to go in there. She wanted cuddles not lectures.
Being the glutton for danger that she was, she had to go.
He was wearing boxers and suckling on a bottle of clear liquid like a big, red baby. That was the imagery that came to mind. She almost told him that to make him mad despite the fact that she knew he didn't deserve it.
She was numb all over like her nerves were made of shriveled and melted nylon and someone had ironed.
What she wanted to say was "If you were half the man Jacen is, I'd love you too." But she didn't mean that. Not really. But she wanted... something. A strong reaction most likely. But not an angry strong reaction that would get her thrown through the wall. So she pressed her lips firmly together when she walked to the edge of the bed and sat stiffly facing away from Mars.
She had no idea what to say. So she just opened her mouth and let whatever come out. "Do you remember the first time we met? I don't remember exactly what you said, but I was pretty sure you asked me to have your babies." Lori touched her forehead like she had a bad hangover. "I'd be a horrible mother."
Mars looked her over as she dressed, he knew he had it bad when a woman getting dressed from bare to comfy was just as much of a turn on as going from anime sailor outfit to shreds of clothing.
His eyes stayed forward and the bottle tipped higher…was he going to share? He wanted to be inebriated…at five hundred pounds he easily had three times as much blood as the average person. Fiver hundred pounds by the point fifty-eight percent of body mass would narrow the water in his body down to two hundred and ninety, convert pounds to kilograms receiving a sum of one hundred thirty one kilograms. Which gave him approximately one hundred thirty one thousand and five hundred milliliters of water, if he drank this two liter bottle of rum all by himself he would still have a blood alcohol level of 0.015…it still wouldn’t cause him to appear any differently the real effects started taking place around .03… why bother.
He took another swig from the bottle in spite of the math going off in his head and the rational that went along with it. How did this little wisp of a blond manage to make his mind go all illogical? He wanted to be angry with her, but one it was hard to be angry with a naked woman…one that was already down and had a rough….month?
~~"Do you remember the first time we met? I don't remember exactly what you said, but I was pretty sure you asked me to have your babies." "I'd be a horrible mother."
“I remember the smell of milk and electricity. I remember a beautiful woman and thinking that Geo was out of his depth. I remember thinking that you looked great even as I was about to die, even as you killed me. Exquisite.”
“You will be a fantastic mother; you won’t get me to say other wise either. You want to know why? Because you’re amazing, I don’t know what you see in your self. But I see genius, beauty, humor, strength, the need to love and the need to be loved. If you put a hundredth of your mind and determination into your kids they’ll be ahead of the game.”
He looked at the bottle and set it on the night stand and then drew her to his chest. He then whispered softly into her ear.
“When you do stuff like this last month you scare the hell out of me. But when I see you think about him, I know my odds.” He smiled sadly to him self and her lavender hair… he hoped she wouldn’t have picked the lavender, but he picked it on the off chance that she wanted something flowery. He figured she would have gone for the citrus one.
Lori closed her eyes and basked in the compliments. Even if they weren't true. Even if they were just pretty lies... at least they were pretty. And Geo totally was out of his depth. He just didn't know it until it was too late.
She was a socially crippled result of her upbringing as mush as she was a social cripple because of the choices she had made. And the thought of having children... she was too selfish for that. But she was getting older, watching younger women, even teenagers able to produce a little bit of themselves mixed with someone they loved. Permanent proof of a pairing.
That was proof she was going to have to live without. Even if some day she wanted it. That was not an option to her. "Maybe we'll adopt... once we get this world under control." It was like a continuation of that pervious conversation excepting that Lori's opinion of children has flopped. She wouldn't be so opposed to it now... having a family.
It was easy to want all that when held in strong arms. She had wanted this the whole night. To talk of niceties and to be held.
“When you do stuff like this last month you scare the hell out of me. But when I see you think about him, I know my odds.”[/color] She frowned. When Abyss had gone... she didn't worry. When Jacen stormed off... she didn't worry. But maybe they were more durable than she?
"Right now, I wish you'd just make me forget him." Because if he'd moved on already, someone was living with him even... Kealey did move fast. She'd succeeded where Lori had failed. She couldn't even grudge the girl. "Can't you just make me not want normal?" It wasn't her intention to hurt Mars because she hadn't wanted attachments to anyone let alone people in the multiple.
She squeezed Mars tighter, pressed him harder to herself. There were some things that just would never be. Like having a kid. And they weren't exactly putting doilies under their rum bottles and erecting white picket fences around the Sanctuary.
~~"Maybe we'll adopt... once we get this world under control."
“I’ll hold you too that.” For him that’d be enough, and for the world it had yet another mutant in the running for world domination, but his mind was already way ahead of her…If there was more than one adapted then he could capture one without the world noticing maybe if he could find one that was comatose already…or perhaps it was something in them. their blood? Could he create a pill?... what would get her through nine months with out a doubt, no complications…
~~"Right now, I wish you'd just make me forget him."
“ Name the preferred method of memory loss and consider it done.”
~~ "Can't you just make me not want normal?"
“hmmmmm, I’m not sure I can make you do much of anything, but I’d love to try.” His tail moved up around them pulling the comforter up over her and then holding her to him tightly. “I got to say you are definitely in the right bed for not normal.”
His mouth playfully nibbled her ear for a moment. “Shouldn’t you get some rest?”
"You can hold me to it all you want... I don't think the world will ever fall in line because it's made of people. Stupid, rebellious, foolish people." People just like her.
Were they horizontal or Vertical? it didn't seem to mater when she was being smushed between biceps and pectorals. Like gravity didn't matter when there some a force able to so smoothly contradict it. Well, we was certainly holding her to something. And she made herself as comfortable as she could for her positioning.
She had yet to sleep, just sleep with Mars as far as she could remember. Because just sleeping was more of a commitment than anything else.
“Name the preferred method of memory loss and consider it done.”
"Hit me." It'd either knock sense into her or knock her out. Memory loss would be worth the pain. The pain would be worth the love it took to do it. She wasn't sure if he would anyway with herself so bone tired with her eyes closed and her warmth added to his. "Hit me really hard." If he at least hit her as hard as she'd shoveled him, it'd be best.
She was pretty sure that would keep him from nibbling her ear.
“People fall in line when it is their best possible option, you simply take away the other options and they do what you want.”
"Hit me." "Hit me really hard.”
He was momentarily stunned, he wondered where that request was coming from…Who had made her this way? He suddenly wanted to delve into Lori’s past and go on a rampage. “ If you are joking, I’d tell me now, I offered you your preferred method and you are about to have it.” a second of hesitation to see if she started to say something and the tail that was holding her to him betrayed its initial purpose holding her only slightly more still he didn’t want to have her wiggle and poke out one of her eyes after all. He placed a soft hand to the side of her face. His teeth found her ear again pulling gently. In the same soft tone of whisper he used earlier. “ I could love you.” His pointer finger lifted off of her head and then thumped down on her skull sending her into a world of chirping birds flying around her head and more then likely a hell of a headache in the morning. rendering her unconscious was as simple to him as pushing the off button on a remote was to others.He supposed it helped she wasn't trying to electrocute him.
It was his first sentence that set him down the course, take away a persons other options and they do what you want…perhaps she no longer needed to decide whether she was his or not, maybe she was simply his for the taking. She could rebel against it if she liked, but she would simply be hurting whatever fools she got to trespass on what was his.
His hand reached around to just below her collar bone, keeping it there for a moment he checked her heart rate, a jump of adrenaline but her pace was evening out.. she’d probably have a welt on the side of her head where he did it… but maybe she’d learn her lesson about making foolish requests. He removed his hand from her upper chest before he took advantage of something slightly lower down that he absolutely shouldn’t. He reached down to the mini fridge near his bed pulled out an Ice pack. and placed it on the already darkening welt. He cursed himself for a moment and wondered why that felt good. He threw Lori over his shoulder, grabbed his bottle of rum and carried her to her room, her bed was bigger and there was a ready supply of much more alcohol under it. He plopped her down on the bed, made her comfortable, made sure the Ice pace held and then proceed to deplete several huge bottles of liver poison. This is where he was heading whether she passed out due to exhaustion or KO… so he didn’t feel guilty.
Later that night he wobbled to the kitchen and dumped the seven empty bottles in a trash bin and then weaved his way back to her room. He stood and watched her rest, for a while and then got in bed covering them both and hold her now cool skin to his own burning flesh. With in moments the blurry room blinked into morning and hangovers.
Oh, it hit me like never before that love is a powerful force. Yes, it struck me that love is sport so I pushed you a little bit more.
“If you are joking, I’d tell me now..."
Lori only tilted her head so that she could get a good look at his eyes. She wasn't sure what expression was on her face, but she needed this. She needed him to be man enough to step up to the plate.
Love, you're news to me. You're a little bit more than I thought you'd be. A mole in my well-fed lawn. You're a nightmare beating the dawn.
The tail around her shoulders tightened and his hand cupped her face.
“ I could love you.”[/color]
She knew, but could not nod her assent held so still and tight in his hand. She tried to let it show in her eyes that she, too, had the potential to love him if that was indeed what he wanted. She closed her eyes and waited for the axe.
It was fast enough and strong enough that she didn't even register what the melon-esque thunk was. She was in good hands. It was time to rest now.
Blue, blue, black and blue Red blood sticks like glue. True love is cruel love. Red blood's a power-fuel. Sweet love, tasty blood My heart over floods.
Man, you hit me! Yeah you hit me really hard. Baby, you hit me! Yeah you punched me right in the heart, and then you kissed me...
A zombie sound was coming out of her lips. She'd hardly closed her eyes, hardly waited for Mars' blow to fall. There was something sizzling. A hand went to her eyes and she smeared them down her face pulling on her cheeks until she was like Edvard Munch's The Scream.
Did he even do it? Did she even sleep? It felt like only seconds had passed, but the dry ache in her head told her something had hit her. Finally, Mars had manned up. Something slightly damp wobbled on her head and she let go of her face so her lower eyelids snapped back in place as she caught the bag.
There was a constant thump, thump that was echoing frighteningly inside her skull. After she peeled her face away from the skin of Mars' chest it went down to a single thudding.
Oh, you haunt me with your violent heartbeat at night. Oh, you strike me with your silence baby, tonight. Why you haunt me with your violence baby, come hit me! You haunt me with your violent heartbeat...'
She looked at the sleeping Mars and then slowly to the bag of water in her hands. Had it been ice once? She could think of no other reason to wake up in bed with a double bagged container of water. Despite the fact that they were on her orgy-sized bed, the two of them had been piled next to the wall. It had been very comfortable. Or, would have been without the feeling of a dull hangover.
Lori's fingers edged up through her hair and felt the little bump. She wasn't quite sure what this feeling was.
Lord, I've had my deal, but I never quite knew how it feels when love makes you wake up sore with fists that are ready for more...
Mars should have been by all rights several sheets to the wind, he drank and drank and drank last night, He felt terrible about knocking the little blond out, she had asked him to but so what, She came half awake every couple of hours moaning like she’d been hit by a truck. His pointer finger had been the truck that ran her over… So he drank a lot, more than people drank, he drank what Jupiter had told him once would get him drunk…it had done enough to make him go get sick in the community restroom…somewhere he had not wanted to crawl around. But after that the alchohal seemed to loose it’s effect, he took a shower, brushed gargled and then brushed again, after which he came back to bed. He felt ok except for the pounding in his head. He felt her eyes on him and his own crimson ones flicked open. What had he been thinking all night? That’s right… make her his. Take what he wanted, consequences be damned. He rolled slightly putting his left arm over her and scooting her back toward him, loosing the inch that could have been a mile between them. He looked into her eyes and saying everything he wanted to with them, he then let them flutter close.
His lips waited, he wanted her to come to him. Why force something that might happen on its own? He would give her a moment or two to come of her own free will. After that he just might start asserting his wants and expectations of her.
Respect. She decided that was what it was. He'd shown her one undeniable truth. He would do it. It might have been because she asked him, but it didn't change the end result. Mars had a hand on her back and was pushing her down onto his skin again. There was a part of her that wanted to push against that hand. She knew he could stop her, but it was a question of would he...
For now she let herself be pressed against him, whatever resistance was in her body was only cursory. The wet bag rolled out her hand and suddenly it became quite clear what she could be doing with those hands.
It was sort of like diving. She wormed her hands and arms under Mars' arm until she had her hands around his face and she pulled herself upward from there. If he held on too securely, just the stubborn tightness of arm and resistance of skin would be enough to squeeze her soccer shorts off. She only stopped when her dark blue eyes were above red eyes except that they were closed now.
She'd seen something in them. And she wanted more of that whatever it was. She very, very gently placed a kiss on one closed eyelid and then the next. And then... she wriggled. This part was more like rubbing a genie's lamp.
Mars was enjoying control…maybe he was enjoying it too much, but the result of taking what he wanted was undeniable... he pressed her to him and she maneuvered closer he closed his eyes and she came and kissed them, His arm could have taken away the bottoms altogether, but he had something else in mind for her. His arm removed pressure and suggestion of what to do his thumb hooked her shorts only, he lifted her bottom half and removed the athletic shorts only, between his hand and his tail they were flung across the room in a second. The tank top was nice; there was something about cotton clinging to a female’s chest that could almost compete with her being bare all together.
He let his eyes open and they still bore the same intensity. The look that spoke without volume said two things clearly, she belonged to him, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. His free hand’s fingers walked up her back and settled at the base of the back of her neck. He rose up and his lips found her chin, and started there and worked his way up, his lips were hunger and she was all that could satiate him. The instant she responded he would see how well she might respond to the new dynamic.
He took her pants, not how she expected them to go, but the fact remained that they were gone. And the genie trick seemed to work wonders. One minute his eyes were closed. The next they were smoldering. Another wriggle and he was all action eating his way up to her lips.
It was like the lips were the imaginary line. Once he crossed that line she was in the race as well. This was it. This is what she had wanted. An actively engaged participant. Someone to push her and pull her and fight her in all the right ways. Finally, someone that didn't just let her walk all over them, someone that knew what was just enough and put his toe over that line.
Of course it was mutual respect that drove her hands and mouth to want to touch every inch of him. And a stark sense of professionalism that made her want to drive him out the other side of the mattress. But it was pure lust that made her say "More."