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.
Blaine stood there for a moment, in a brooding silence even as Lee came over to ask if he was alright. Usually, that made him feel better, but at the moment, he just felt sort of...bitter. Even in his silence he looked down at the shards of glass on the floor, then at the blood on his hands before pulling a moderately sized shard out of the base of his palm.
"You know...I'm not okay. In fact, I think I'm pretty hurt," he said, venom practically oozing from his voice as he sidestepped her. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up; should be back in about twenty." His voice was just as icy, but he walked back, to the back, as was usual. This time, he grabbed the first aid kid on his own before sitting in a chair, looking over his own hands.
Normally, he had someone do this for him, but...there was no one here he trusted with this right now. Just the thought of that made him cringe. What the hell was going on with them, anyway? Was it because he can feel? And...right in front of me?
He cleaned his hands as best he could as he tried to wipe the thoughts continued buzzing and tormenting his mind. He grabbed the alcohol pads, and attempted to open one, but it just wasn't working. He couldn't focus enough to get it just right, so he wound up tearing the package in half. Sighing, he pulled out the two halves of pad and started wiping his left hand with both pieces, grumbling as he did so, his back to the door.
Blaine kept his position, flashing Lee a quick smile when their eyes met, and then his eyes again started scanning the bar for trouble. As he looked around, he noticed a couple of beer bottles scattered on a table by a couple of guys who just left. Being the only employee in the area, he walked over, taking one in each hand.
Then...he looked up to see Lee talking to some guy. He'd never seen the guy before; sure, he knew Lee wasn't the actual owner of the bar, but he wouldn't know that guy if he smacked Blaine in the face. Or was flirting with his girlfriend. And then...she touched his arm. He didn't notice, but his face grimaced as he bit back a shudder and his body tensed. Every muscle in his body tightened and completely locked as his eyes zeroed in on the scene before him, feeding into every insecurity he'd had since they started...experimenting? Dating? Whatever the hell it was they were doing. But no matter what you call it, this didn't set right with Blaine or his MMA fighter, alpha male mentality.
Suddenly, the shattering of glass interrupted him from his focus, followed by the sprinkling of the glass shards on the floor, and more small crashes as the bigger pieces broke into even smaller ones, the rain of glass soon being joined by little droplets of blood. He wasn't cut badly, it was maybe six drops tops. But he still stood there, a pained, hurt, somewhat angry look on his face.
"Nope. Not a thing," he answered, just loud enough for her to hear him. "It did, at first, yeah. But eventually, my brain compensated, and I was able to develop muscle memory for those mundane, everyday things. Like holding a glass without breaking it." He chuckled. "My parents swapped to all plastic, and even some stainless steel while I was still learning. It was...rather difficult for a twelve year old, to be honest."
He opted to stop there, not going into his failed fighting career, or his rather successful illegal one. Those things, one tended to keep to themselves, especially on a crowded city street. "But it's not all bad. I'm a bouncer at some of the bars and clubs in the city; I work freelance right now, hoping to find something more permanent. No feeling really helps when you're dealing with a bunch of ornery drunks," he said lightly, giving a small shrug.
It looked like another slow night at the bar, but Blaine didn't really mind those so much. On the one hand, the rare occasion Lee had to patch him up granted him some time alone with her, which was well appreciated, but he also got reminded to be careful, and that just because he couldn't feel, didn't mean he wasn't hurt, and things like that. And while people getting out of hand could be fun for him, he honestly didn't want to put her through that; questioning his physical well being. After all, an injury was an injury.
Blaine made his rounds as per usual; now having been there long enough to find the best vantage points in the room, so he had a much easier time getting the scope of things. But again, it was a rather quiet night, so most of what he was doing was walking around, occasionally talking to some of the regulars. For the most part, the regulars were pretty cool people; it was the newcomers he generally had to watch out for.
Once done making his rounds, he picked another spot on the wall and leaned against it, having full view of the bar itself, and then he looked at his watch. Time was going slow. He didn't hate his job, he just wanted something to happen soon. After all, idle minds and all that...
Blaine's teasing smirk, on the other hand, only grew. "If I don't feel it, am I really hurt?" he asked with a slight chuckle, still sipping occasionally on his beer. He cut himself off at two when Lee was around, so he was trying to make this second one last.
He savored this moment; it was rather nice, just being with her, and words weren't always needed. Like right now. He let out a soft breath, a contented smile on his face.
"Hey, how many people do you know that can use their thumb as a bottle opener?" He asked with a rather cocky smile. Oh, he was definitely showing off by this point.
"Maybe. It just...I like being this close," he said, figuring 'it feels right' was a poor choice of words. When she kissed him again, he did his best to return it, but it was over too quickly.
He took a sip of his beer, once again comfortable.
"Look, I don't remember asking," he said firmly. "You're drunk, and yeah, you may have 'messed up' my night," he started, using airquotes where appropriate, "but what happens if you accidentally do that to someone who's not as amused by it as I am? This ain't a playground, kid. You could get seriously hurt, or worse out here at this time of night, and I'm not too keen on letting that happen."
He sighed a moment, looking at her. "I'll make you a deal. When you remember your address, I'm taking you home. Otherwise, you've got a bodyguard for the night. Deal?"
He smiled, looking over to her. "Just a little trick I figured out. Basically you just use your thumb as a bottle opener. I've seen one other person do it, but apparently....it hurts." He gave a small shrug before setting the beer bottle on the table and showing his thumb to her, which now had a slight imprint of the bottle cap on it.
"Guess it's just another use of my abilities." Would be nice if I could feel a ******* kiss, though. At the thought, he gave a slight sigh, but didn't verbalize any of this.
He wasn't on the couch long before taking a long swig of his half-drank beer, and though he caught her squeezing his knee out of the corner of his eye, it was hearing her call him hun that almost made him choke on it. He paused, swallowing his mouthful before sputtering a little, and then he gave sort of a smile. One more thing that was going to take some getting used to, but...it was sweet, and it didn't bother him in the slightest, it was just surprising.
"You're welcome, hun," he replied, trying the word out. He thought it sort of sounded funny coming out of his mouth, but he was doing his best. To counteract this, he took another gulp of beer, leaning back and relaxing on the couch again. He put his right arm around her, letting his hand just rest on his shoulder as he cracked open his second beer. Seeing as how he did it with one hand, it was obvious he'd been working at that trick for quite a long time.
When she moved, Blaine stood up and carefully made his way into the kitchen. Once there, he opened the fridge, grabbing a beer and popping it open. But...he cursed under his breath as he was out of soda, so he just prepared the coffee pot and hit the button, sipping on his beer as he waited for it to get ready. After a few minutes, it was ready, so he fixed her a cup just the way she liked it, then grabbed another beer from the fridge since his was already half-gone.
With the beers in one hand and coffee in the other, he even more carefully returned to the living area, setting the coffee cup in front of Lee once he got there. Then, he set his beers down just as carefully, and sat next to her on the couch again. "There you are, just the way you like it," he said with a soft smile as he leaned back against the couch.
He noticed her body language change, but he didn't really say anything; he just moved his hands so they were just idly resting around her, and hoped that was okay. He took a deep breath as this awkward nervousness set in; it was obvious he didn't have the first clue, but, he wondered about the sudden shift.
Oh well, maybe it wasn't that big a deal. Finally, he broke the silence. "I think I need a beer," he said, finally giving into his urge to grab a drink. "You need anything while I'm up?" He looked down at her, waiting for a response.
"Eh, maybe it won't be," he agreed, sort of enjoying this time together. He didn't say anything, but it meant a lot to him that she was doing this, and willing to put up with him through whatever hangups that would come--because they most definitely would.
"No, I'm free next weekend. So I guess it's a date then~" He smiled, but then froze a little as it hit him; he was going on his first date in almost two decades, and while the thought initially made him nervous, it wasn't so bad because it was with Lee. That thought alone made him feel a little better.
He moved his free hand to slightly rest on her leg as he sat in a rather peaceful silence. This, he figured he could get used to.
He smiled at her words, glad he was doing something right.
"I tend to go for the action movies, mostly, though sci fi works for me too," he replied as his fingers still danced along her stomach through the fabric of her shirt. "Chick flicks, though? I may have to give that one a hard pass," he said, scrunching his nose a bit at the thought, not that she'd be able to see that, but his tone said he was serious.
"Going to actually see one might be nice, assuming we can agree on something to watch," he said lightly. He noticed she'd stopped tracing his hand, but he purposed himself to keep tracing her stomach; after all, she did seem to like it, and that was a start.
He gave another nod as she spoke, his hands idly tracing her stomach--at least that's what it seemed to be. But Lee probably knew by now that it was very much intentional. And he was surprisingly gentle, watching his fingers much like he would when drawing.
"I agree," he murmured lightly, still watching his hand as he spoke. "Yeah, we can. Sounds like pretty good ideas so far." He smiled lightly as he once again found himself relaxing; that was really easy to do around her, he noted. It made him happy to know that she not only accepted him, but was willing to try this, even if it would be slow going for the most part.
He thought she had a good idea going, actually, and he nodded when she'd finished. "True. Really wouldn't want either of us hurt, but that's why we're taking it slow," he agreed, then gave a small pause before shaking his head.
"Nope, I don't have the faintest idea. Like I said, I don't have a ******* clue what I'm doing," he said with a nervous chuckle. "Though your idea sounds good. He took a small breath through his nose as he thought; he wasn't really used to following someone else's lead, but it seemed as though he had no choice in this situation.
Looking down, he watched her trace his hand with her fingers.
