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 shook his head as she spoke after the song ended. "I can't say that I have, actually," he admitted. "Though if they do half as good as you did, I'll be sure to check them out," he added with a small smirk as he looked down at her.
Now that the song was over, Blaine found himself feeling a little awkward. Despite, or maybe because of, his mutation, he didn't quite know what to do with his hands. In the end, he just ended up propping his arms up on the back of the couch as he looked down at her again. Though it was strange and unknown, he liked it so far. Then again, music had a way of calming him, and of bringing people together.
He let out a contented breath as he finally spoke again. "You know...I don't know if I said this yet, but thanks for doing this. Well, everything."
He is gaze lingered on her eyes as she looked up at him. Blaine wasn't a romantic by any means, but he had to admit he liked this, even if he didn't really know what to do. He was so far into uncharted territory he couldn't see the way back, but...a part of him didn't want to. After all, it was just the two of them here, and even though this was strange and new....he felt safe.
She started her next song, and he let his eyes drift from her eyes down to her guitar. The way she played, even while lying down was so graceful. He kept his focus on her throughout the song this time, watching her every move as she played and sang. Being short one of his senses did sort of put more focus on the other four, so he was a lot more attentive than most people, even if his other senses were just average.
He relaxed even more, practically melting into the couch as he finally pulled his gaze away to look ahead of him, at the wall, letting himself just get lost in her voice as she sang.
"Good," he said quietly. "Because this, I could actually handle." He took a breath; he didn't really expect this to be as easy as it had been, but he was sure that his emotional connection to Lee had a lot to do with it. His eyes started to close peacefully as she sang again; he wasn't falling asleep, just relaxing and taking this all in.
And then, his eyes slowly opened to look at her, and she was lying with her head on his leg, still playing as perfectly as ever. He didn't feel his breath catch a little, or his body sort of tense and freeze, but it wasn't a bad thing, it was just his initial shock, since he hadn't been paying attention. After that brief second, he breathed calmly through his nose as he smiled softly down at her. His gaze on her focused more intently, looking at her face, the way her hair was laying, even the way she held the guitar, still playing as she lay there. His eyes took in every detail they could, trying his best to soak it in and enjoy it. Even though he couldn't feel it, it was nice.
He chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Honestly, I don't see how anyone could not like music..." he said with a small shrug.
"It's...different," he answered. "It's going to take some getting used to, for sure, but...I have to say I'm liking it so far. Though I also think the fact that we hit it off so well at first also helps alot," he added as he slid back onto the couch, relaxing again.
It was a new experience, and though certain parts of the whole relationship thing made him potentially nervous, right now, he felt like everything was okay. And the content expression on his face as he leaned back a little showed just how happy he was right at that moment.
Blaine nodded, mentally noting that this kind of thing tended to go both ways; now they had both shared a piece of who they were, that few others would get to see. "Yeah, I tend to do the same with music, even if I don't play. It helps to just soak it in, and then when I need it, which is usually during a workout or a fight, a certain song will replay in my head and that's how I set my rhythm." He gave a soft smile, though their passions were different, they did share some common ground at least, and to his knowledge, that was good.
"Well, it was money well spent," he confirmed, then she started playing again, and he resumed his position, watching and listening intently as she played. This time, he didn't recognize the song, but it didn't take him long to realize she was making it up. It was sweet, and it was something he could easily get used to.
He nodded in understanding as she mentioned that she mostly learned defensive techniques. To him, it made perfect sense. Defense wasn't a bad thing, it was just something he didn't think he needed because most of the time he'd have the fight won before they could do enough damage without knocking him out.
As her voice drifted and the song ended, he let his eyes open slowly, focusing on her again. "I could tell you at least know the lyrics," he replied with a chuckle. "You did an amazing job there," he complimented again with a nod. "I'm glad you chose to share it with me..." his voice trailed off for a moment, but only because he didn't know where to go from there, and this whole sharing emotions bit was still fairly new to him; the last time he'd done it, he didn't even mean to. "You really do have talent," he finally said to finish his statement.
He nodded. "I understand; I'm the same way with both my drawing and my fighting. Moreso my drawing. Fighting, I just focus on delivering an attack...not so much defense." he shrugged lightly; he never put much thought into a defensive style because he didn't hurt.
He noticed her blush was starting to fade a little, and then she processed his request. From his standpoint, it looked like she didn't know it. From her brow creasing, to her shaking her head, he didn't think she was going to do it, but then, she simply started singing, and tapping the rhythm on the guitar. His smile widened seeing that she didn't give up; he really liked that. His eyes focused on her as she sang, but they slowly drifted closed as he got lost in the music, letting her voice carry him.
It was one of his favorite songs, and hearing it this way just seemed to make it that much better.
As her blush deepened, he wondered how red her face could get. Did that hurt? Or was it just awkward? It didn't seem to hurt, which didn't make him feel as guilty for thinking it was so darn adorable. "Yeah...I do. You were great," he replied softly, still sitting in the same position.
Then she asked for suggestions, and his mind blanked for a moment. He rubbed his chin a moment as he thought. "You wouldn't happen to know Through Glass by Stone Sour, would you?" he asked after a long moment. He honestly didn't really expect her to know it, but it was the best he could do under the circumstances.
Blaine sat and listened in silent awe as the song continued, getting lost in the music, her fingers actually playing, and the sound of her voice. He propped his elbows on his thighs and leaned his chin against his hands, and then the song faded to a close.
He couldn't help but smile as she blushed--she seemed to do that quite a bit around him, for some reason, and he kind of wondered if that was something you felt, or if your face just turned red and you didn't know about it. He made a note to ask her about that later, but not tonight; he didn't want to potentially ruin this with an awkward question, after all.
"I think that was ****ing amazing," he finally said, grin still plastered on his face.
He watched as she finished tuning her guitar, and then became reacquainted with it. He sat in silence as she finished up and then as she just sort of played around for a moment before she finally settled on a song. His blue-gray eyes settled on her guitar; more specifically, he was watching her fingers move along the strings as he listened. Sure, he didn't know music, or what exactly was going on there, but watching her play sort of gave him an idea of how it worked.
And then...she started singing. By now, he was mesmerized by the sound of her voice, and he was as relaxed as he'd ever been. He sat up, leaning on his knees as he slid to the edge of the couch and just listened to her play and sing. An impressed smile stretched across his face. Part of him wanted to join her, but he didn't feel that the world--or his neighbors--would be ready for that.
He listened as she spoke, and he nodded in agreement. "True. It's one of those things you never really forget. Once you find your edge again, it's like you never stopped." He smiled, remembering all the times he got back into the ring after an injury, or the time he was able to draw again after breaking his hand. In a sense, he understood, even if it was in his own, strange way.
Then, she asked what he liked to listen to, and he sat up a moment. "It depends; if I'm gearing up for a fight or looking to unwind, I listen to mostly hard rock, but I like a lot more instrumental pieces and classical numbers when I want to relax. Though I'll give anything a try." He sat back on the couch once he finished speaking.
He smiled when she mentioned his tattoos. "If that's the case, I'm glad you like 'em," he said lightly. "Though I'm pretty sure the crap TV led to us talking." He gave another chuckle--he seemed to do that a lot around her.
He shrugged as she spoke. "I don't know how playing music works, honestly. I just know if I go awhile without drawing or fighting, it takes me a little bit to get back into the swing of things." He looked at her, actually finding himself a little excited to hear her play. It wasn't something he normally did, but since it was her, he guessed that was okay.
He smiled as she came in and shed her jacket. "While that is true, crappy TV did sort of work in our favor, didn't it?" He gave a slight chuckle as he relaxed on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table and putting his hands behind his head. It was rather nice seeing her here, and willing to play guitar for him, even if it'd been awhile since she had.
"Maybe playing for me will get you back into practice," he murmured, then thought for a moment. "You know, you're right. I did show you my art, so it'd be only fair." His tone was mildly teasing, and he adjusted his gaze to look over at her.
He sat on the couch awhile, just lost in his thoughts, trying to sort and figure this whole thing out. Confusing as it was, he had to admit, it was kind of nice. So far, Lee was shaping up to be a pretty great person; one that was worth sharing his past, his fears, and his art with. So at the very least, she'd be a great person to have around.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when there was a knock on the door, but he knew full well who it was. Blaine didn't get company, especially this late. Standing up, he opened the door very quickly compared to the first time she'd come over, and he smiled as he let her in and shut the door behind her.
"Hey," he said, not really knowing what else to say. Maybe it wasn't too awkward, he hoped. "Oh, you brought your guitar?" he asked, sort of cocking his head to the side, mildly surprised by this, and it soon turned into a smile. Then, he turned and walked back to the couch and sat down where he had been, the TV was still off, but now he was just sort of looking her over instead of letting his mind wander.
Only a week or so had passed since the night he'd gotten hit with the beer bottle and...somewhat got into a relationship with his boss? While this thought hadn't affected his work ethic at all, work did feel...different. Not really in a bad way, it was just interesting and a lot of things were still beyond his grasp of understanding. Baby steps. One small step at a time, right?
He'd gotten off work at the bar, and went straight home, changing into a dark blue tee shirt that was tight enough to show off his physique. His long hair still hung just at his shoulders as he sat on the couch in contemplative silence while waiting for Lee to show up; this time, he was expecting her, so maybe that would make things a little less awkward; not that he really cared the first time, but he did remember her blushing a lot. So hopefully it'd be a bit better this time.
However, there really was no plan; she was just going to be over later to hang out. In his mine, he figured he'd just approach this relationship like he would a fight. When faced with a new opponent, or one they hadn't studied, fighters spend the first little bit of a fight getting to know their opponent to figure out what to do, what would work. While he in no means was in a fight with Lee, he figured it'd be best to sort of see how she operated, what she was like as a person. Maybe it was a bad analogy, but it was all he knew. He figured drawing wouldn't be any better; just stare at her until he figured it out.
Ugh. It was really messing with his brain thinking about this kind of thing. But...he did want to at least try, so here he was. He closed his eyes as he listened for the knock on his door--which he actually had unlocked, as much as it may have bothered him. But...he was expecting company, and he wasn't planning on going to sleep or getting drunk anytime soon.
Later...well, he'd just have to see how this went.
