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.
He looked down at her and quirked a brow at the mention of 'experiments.' For some reason, he was both intrigued and taken aback. He didn't know why, but this may or may not be a good thing. But at the same time, he did trust her, at least.
"What kind of...experiments?" he asked, still looking down at the top of her head. Then, he cracked a smile and had to hold back the snort that came with his next thought. "Is it gonna hurt?" Okay, maybe it wasn't as funny as he thought, but joking like this wasn't usually in his nature.
He leaned his head back and relaxed as she spoke again; her words making perfect sense to him. Then, he gave a nod as he smiled. "Yeah...I'm pretty sure I am, then," he murmured softly.
And then she asked another question. "You're throwing me all kinds of curve-balls tonight, aren't you?" he teased lightly with a chuckle. "Yeah, but it's a little different for me. Everything new takes an extreme level of concentration at first. Once my mutation kicked in fully, even finding my balance was difficult sometimes; my parents had to get plastic or metal glasses so I wouldn't accidentally shatter them, stuff like that. Eventually, things like that become easier. Which is why I have an easier time holding a beer bottle than your hand," he explained. "When I draw, I watch my pencil instead of the page, for the most part. But that's just a bonus fact about me."
He looked at her, sort of hoping this was the answer she was looking for.
"That...is a hard question," he answered after a long pause following the quick peck. He sighed, leaning his head back a little, though he didn't mind her leaning back against him like this. He closed his eyes in thought, trying to figure out how to phrase all the thoughts that were swarming in his head like a bunch of angry hornets, and trying to sort out which ones should stay in a thought bubble. It was all so much, and it weighed pretty heavy on him.
"I think it was a very sweet gesture," he finally said, "But honestly...I wouldn't know. I really wish I could." He sighed. "I mean, it's not like I'd know what to do. I'm quite literally flying blind here." He gave a dry chuckle to try to lighten the mood, but it was obviously forced.
He gently let go of her hand, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he let his hand rest on her stomach. "At this point...I think if it makes you happy, I'm happy," he murmured softly, giving her a rather awkward peck on the side of the head.
Their eyes met, and Blaine's heart sort of caught in his throat as he took a sharp breath. He'd never seen that look before, especially not from her, and while he was still contemplating what it could possibly mean....she kissed him. Now his brain was really racing; should he return it? How would he even go about doing that? After all, kissing was based solely on the one thing he didn't have. Instead of doing anything, he just froze, his face red.
After a few moments, the kiss broke, and he averted his eyes for a moment. But only for a moment, as his eyes soon came wandering back to hers. "That do anything for you?" he asked, his voice very somber as he looked away again. Things like this were why he beat the crap out of people for a living; his mutation was a gift, then. Right now, it was more of a curse than a blessing.
"Well, I think we've established that I don't pass out easily, and paperwork would probably be more interesting than what's on TV at this hour," he quipped lightly, following his remark with a hearty chuckle. Even though he couldn't fully enjoy this closeness, he did like how it seemed to make her feel, and that was at least a start.
However, her answer didn't really help him in the slightest. The hand on his lap sort of drummed his fingers lightly as he thought, letting his eyes drift closed for a moment. He let out a mildly frustrated breath as his eyes opened and he drew a blank. "But in either sense, that takes all of those options off of the table, doesn't it?" He looked down at her, but was unable to make eye contact, so he figured the top of her head would have to do for now. How romantic...Then again, Blaine was probably as romantic as staring at the back of someone's head, so maybe it was appropriate.
He watched her maneuver, a smirk plastered on his face as she moved without once letting go of his hand. He had to admit, she was quite nimble and flexible to be able to do that, and perfectly handle the guitar with her free hand. His facial expression showed that he was obviously impressed by this.
And then she moved so she was leaning against him, his arm around her stomach. She seemed happy with this, and while it was still a bit awkward--or a lot of awkward--he thought it was quit sweet, and she did seem comfortable. And then she asked about ideas.
"I don't have the first clue," he replied with a small shrug. "Hell, I've been clueless this entire time, actually." His free hand sort of rested on his lap as he thought. "What would you usually do?" he asked; after all, she had more experience with the whole relationship thing than he had.
"That is true," he murmured, smiling a little more now. At least it was looking good so far; that was a good sign in his book. He readjusted his hand a little, not really sure exactly what to do with it, but her reactions told him holding her hand was a good idea. He just wasn't quite sure how it worked, for obvious reasons.
He relaxed a little after a few moments, still sort of holding onto her hand as he looked down at her. "Did you want to put your guitar up?" he asked quietly, after awhile.
He settled into the couch a little more as he became more content. His free hand brushed his hair to the side so he could see better.
A little early to know. His smile faded as he took the words in, but it didn't drop completely because he realized she was taking a risk just to find out. He didn't think anyone would remotely do anything like that for him, but...here they were. He nodded as his smile slightly came back.
He looked over at his hand, letting it slide up her arm slowly before finding its way to her hand, clasping around it. "That makes sense," he murmured softly. Though his smile faded once again as he had another thought: What if I'm not worth it? What if it didn't work out? What would that do to him?
Shaking his head of these thoughts, he squeezed her hand a little tighter, though hopefully not too tight.
He listened as she spoke again, keeping his hand on her arm. He was beginning to understand what this relationship thing was about; he guessed it went both ways. To enjoy the good about someone, you had to take the bad that came with it. And she was willing to take a punch from a trained fighter to do it. He couldn't help the smile that crept upon his face that time, nor did he even notice it.
He looked down at her again, from her to her guitar, then back to her face. He edged a little closer to her, careful of where she was exactly so as not to accidentally hurt her or bump her guitar.
"I guess you're right. You'd really want to go through all that for me?" he asked, a little bewildered at the idea. And yet, the fact that she would be willing to make that risk for him made him feel that much better.
He nodded as she spoke, he knew it was nothing to sneeze at, and he was glad she understood. But as she continued, he couldn't help but wonder what she had dealt with. Though he kept his curiosity in check, what she'd said was enough for him to realize that it had to be pretty damn bad.
He took a breath, seeing the seriousness in her eyes. "I don't doubt that you would, but...I don't know what I'd do with myself if that happened," he said. "Sure, maybe you can handle it, but...I'm not sure I could," he said softly, once again showing his vulnerability. She was good at that, and yet, it showed that he trusted her. He let his hand slide off of the couch to rest on her arm, and though it did nothing for him, he was hoping it would at least comfort her.
"I don't want to imagine what you've had to deal with, then," he murmured simply.
He nodded, his body starting to relax little by little. "It is relaxing," he whispered. "I just...find myself worrying about these things. Other people take it for granted, but...I'm unable to." He saw her hand coming to his face out of the corner of his eye, and he leaned into it a little; even though he couldn't feel it, it did at least make him feel better.
"I know you're not. But..." he paused. "No offense, but I don't think your ex knocks people out for extra cash in his spare time. I mean...if there's one thing I've done since I was thirteen, it's learn how to hurt people. I have no way of knowing how violently I sleep, but I have told you I've woken up on the floor a few times." He looked over at her sadly, his eyes looking forlorn as he thought deeply.
He nodded. That seemed like an appropriate plan; feel it out, and just figure out what to do as they go. Really, given their respective abilities, that was really the only way to do things, wasn't it?
He froze when she mentioned dozing; he'd never really given that a whole lot of thought. "Maybe that's for the best," he murmured. "I mean, I don't know about sleeping in the same space yet. Given my gift, if I were to fall asleep right now, I'd likely forget you had your head on my lap. Even in a space like a bed...I have no idea what would be bound to happen there," he said lightly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. "I sleep in the middle of a king sized bed so I don't accidentally roll off," he admitted finally, eyes still closed. Maybe he was thinking too deeply into things, but now that it crossed his mind, it was something that worried him. What if they did share a bed, and he rolled over on her? Or had some sort of violent spasm in his sleep--does he even do that? So many what if's crossed his mind, but he didn't voice any of them as he sat there in silence, not realizing his body had tensed a little as he thought.
"Nah...that's just a way to broaden my horizons," he stated simply. "And if we're being honest, do we really know what we're getting into, anyway?" he gave a small shrug, though he didn't really notice her shrug against his leg. He saw her shoulder move, but to him it wasn't very awkward; though he could imagine it was a little uncomfortable.
"What can I say? You made yourself easy to open up to, to connect with. That alone was a big help." He paused slightly. "I think the big thing is...you understand. I've never really had that before." He looked at her sincerely, then leaned back again, looking at the ceiling as he relaxed.
"It really wouldn't be that bad, would it?" he teased back, still slightly unsure of what to do with himself at this point, so he just stayed exactly like he was. He nodded as she continued speaking, and her words made a lot of sense to him.
"We've walked similar paths, so...if nothing else, maybe we can at least help each other," he said softly after contemplating his words. "I'm glad we decided, too. Even if I don't really have a clue." he gave a nervous chuckle as he looked around the room. A part of him debated getting up to get a beer, but on the other hand, he didn't necessarily want to get up right now.
"Those last two, I have heard of," he murmured with a smile. "I mean, I'm pretty well educated in terms of music, but even I can't know everything," he said with a faint chuckle.
And then she asked what he was thanking her for, and he unknowingly flushed a little pink at those words. "Well, this. The music, the playing..." his voice trailed off as he thought a moment. "For encouraging me, and convincing me that....well this, could be a good idea." He bit his lip, hoping it was enough to explain to her what he meant. Honestly, he didn't know any other way to say that as it stood, he was happy with her.
