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 deep into her eyes, feeling weak and helpless. Like a lost puppy, or a wounded animal or something. Then again....wasn't that what he was? He was a beast, a machine. Near unstoppable. But now...he was knocked clean off of his pedestal and it was a long way to the bottom. So when he metaphorically hit...he hit hard.
"I know they will be, but I'm not right now," he said, his voice still shaking but a little firmer. Then she kissed him, and that somehow always made him feel better. Quietly, he nodded as she led him to the sink, and he stared blankly into the water as she doctored him up. He watched as his hand was submerged in water, but he couldn't even bring himself to look at the medicine cabinet. He couldn't believe he'd been so stupid.
He'd known that was the guy Lee warned him about, yet he made the challenge anyway. And Blaine learned first-hand that he was nowhere near unstoppable. He'd built up a pretty big name for himself, and you know what they say about size in relation to falling...
He could feel her breath, his bare feet on the floor, the contact between them. His stomach was fluttering, but not in a bad way, and his heart was pounding furiously in his chest. This was so much different than every other time; so much different, in fact, that he was almost too overwhelmed by all of this.
He never lifted Lee a whole lot, because that wasn't generally something she liked. But the few times he did, it was rather easy. This time, it still was, but it was different when you were able to feel someone's weight; feel your muscles moving and tensing as they did their job. It was...interesting. He almost wondered what lifting weights would be like this way. Maybe he'd meet one of these Adapted people in the gym. That'd be cool.
But right now, things weren't cool. They were very, very hot as they kissed, and he felt the back of his hands against the wall.
Lee's words made him feel better. Maybe it was because she was his girlfriend. Maybe it was because she knew exactly how tough a fight with someone like him could be. But regardless of the reason, it had helped.
And then, he was sitting on the side of the tub with a hand full of glass and a bathroom floor spotted with blood. He didn't even notice Lee was there until she spoke. When he did notice her, he jumped a little; she was right next to him, hugging him. Her head on his shoulder. He breathed deeply, trying to compose himself.
"Yeah...I mean....I sure hope so. Right now...I'm not so sure..." he sighed, his face flushing a deep red. "I...I know something's wrong with me now...I just punched....I mean I thought it was...and for a brief second....I'm sure it was...." He was making no sense. He knew he was making no sense. Nothing about this made sense.
But here he was, and Lee was right. They were going to make it through this. They didn't have a choice.
He always enjoyed his time with Lee, but this time was so much more intense, and he knew it was because of the feelings. With each passing second....he didn't think he could go slow for very long. In fact, he couldn't see how other people did it like this all the time. He could barely maintain his self control as they kissed, and even after it broke.
Then, her arms wrapped around his waist as she stepped backwards. He bit his lip, realizing that there was a point at which....that kind of hurt. Okay, don't bite your lip. At least not too hard. He'd note that for later, even after this effect ended. Though....he realized if he did regain feeling for longer than just for this...he'd basically have to learn how to live all over again.
Once they reached the wall, he smiled back down at her, his own arms wrapping around her waist as he picked her up, noting that even with feeling she was still rather light. Then, once she was at eye level, he leaned in and kissed her hungrily.
He sighed deeply. "Great....everyone in the world saw me get my ass handed to me, then," he grumbled as they walked. "As long as she knows I'm okay. Well...physically okay...I'm not gonna lie, I think I'm pretty ****ed up right now," he admitted. Worth noting was that Lee was leading him; he was walking a little behind her, constantly looking over his shoulder as they walked, even making their way into his apartment: home. But once the door closed, he was beginning to relax a little, shedding his jacket and his blood-stained shirt. Technically the blood wasn't all his, but DNA wise, it would likely be a match, right? Who cared.
"Yeah, I should go do that..."
He walked into the bathroom, turning on the water in the sink and leaning down to wash his face, splashing water on it. He couldn't feel, but just the action was relaxing. He grabbed the towel, drying his face, and then he looked up and jumped back a little. He was there. The guy. Right in front of him. In his house. Without so much as a hesitation, Blaine put all of his weight on his right foot, then threw a straight punch with his left, aiming a punch right at his adversary's nose.
The sound of glass shattering was the only sound that reverberated through the apartment. Blaine's fist was now bleeding profusely, and he merely wrapped a hand towel around it, and was sitting on the side of the tub, nursing his now profusely bleeding hand. His entire body was shaking, his face pale. He was scared, he was embarrassed, and he was so far out of his element.
A few tears ran down his face as he sat on the edge of the tub.
Blaine smiled as Marge left, and he saw Lee grab his things and hand him his jacket. Yeah, that didn't look out of place at all; a guy with a red nose and a bruised face wearing a leather jacket and gym shorts. He took Lee's hand and they left the room, however when they got to the exit, he froze for a moment. In his mind the room started to spin and the door was warping and twisting, threatening to open and throw him straight into Hell, to be tormented by a bunch of guys that looked just like him. Waiting around every corner.
Taking a breath, the next thing he knew they were outside, but he was tense. Looking over his shoulder, stopping every time the sidewalk branched off onto another street or alley, and looking around the corner. Aside from his sudden paranoia, the walk to the pharmacy went well, though his mind was still swirling and tormenting him with every step. If this guy's angle was to get into Blaine's head...it had worked, superbly. Lee picked up the prescription, and he looked at the bottle. The former fighter still wasn't sure he was going to take them, but as much as they cost...he probably should at least get their money's worth...
The walk was quiet, for the most part, and while that was usually good, he wasn't so sure about it this time. Finally, Lee spoke. "Skye saw it? I don't remember seeing her there...I thought she was at work," he said, confused, looking over at Lee with a quirked brow. Hell, he didn't even know if Skye knew where his gym was.
Honestly, Blaine didn't like parties or social situations unless he was working the door or security. That way, he was there, but he had a job to do. When he was a part of it, he just...tended to gravitate towards the bar. He nursed his bourbon as Lee spoke. "I know...I'm trying. Normally when I'm at one of these things, I'm at work. I don't know what the hell to do since I'm not here to card people or crack skulls," he muttered, looking over at Lee with a 'fish out of water' expression.
Meet everyone. Then head home. That was the best idea of the night. Aside from making out in the corner the whole time, but he didn't think that would make a very good impression, and he and Lee were supposed to be involved in the group and not just each other, right? So he let Lee lead the way, as always, and he let her do the talking first as they made their way to a...young woman. From what he could tell, she was fake ID young, though she wasn't drinking. That was good. He took another swig of bourbon, mostly to remind himself that he wasn't working.
For someone with the confidence and swagger that Blaine carried, it was worth noting that he usually let Lee lead the way and do the talking. Part of it was the gentleman in him, and he knew that Lee was better in social situations. You don't let a guy who's never flown before pilot a commercial airliner, after all. He nodded his greeting to Celeste.
"Nice to meet you too. To be honest? I'd enjoy it better if I was just the bouncer," he said quietly, shrugging lightly. "Social situations aren't really my forte." He grew silent after that, unsure of what to say. He thought about telling his MMA story. Would this setting be appropriate for his MMA story?
He didn't know, so for the most part he stayed quiet.
Blaine was glad that Lee was there, honestly. He didn't know what he'd do without her. He didn't want to go outside, but he wanted to go home; it was an odd feeling, but as long as she was there, he figured it would be okay. He didn't think that the other guy was going to hunt him down, but...the man's face, his voice still haunted him.
Marge gave a nod, smiling softly. Something about Blaine's 'wife' told the older woman that even though Blaine was in an emotional shape that she had never seen before, her favorite patient was indeed in good hands. "It's what I do, Hun," she said softly with a smile; the woman loved caring for mutants; they were a special bunch. Mostly misunderstood, just needed a little tender loving care, was all. She walked out of the area, going to check on her other patients. She knew Blaine was going to be okay, though the pain meds she described weren't for his pain. She knew he wouldn't need that. His prescription was to ease his mind. His emotions, but at the same time, they would ease any pain or swelling.
Blaine looked over at Lee, confused as Lee breathed "Oh, Blaine..." then doctored up his arm.
"What? I always....nevermind," he said with a soft smile, taking her hand. "I will," he promised, as he walked out of the room, leading her out of the building; it was obvious he was a regular here; he knew his way around the building about as well as he knew his way around his apartment. He walked in silence for the most part; unsure of what to say, what to do. Really, he just wanted to get home and relax. Maybe open a few beers.
This, he could get used to, but he knew he wouldn't have time. So he'd have to enjoy it while he could. And they were likely restricted to this one area next to the wall, but you take what you can get. He could feel everything, from the contact, to the moan on his lips, to the heart beating furiously in his chest as his face flushed red.
It was almost too much. Almost. As he deepened the kiss, enjoying the feel of his hand tangling in her hair along with everything else, he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep going slowly. He was trying, but his hands slowly slid to Lee's shirt, feeling the hem and pulling the shirt up over her head. This was much easier when you were able to feel. He'd just spent years re-learning mundane things so they'd seem just as natural.
Lee didn't feel that way? Yeah, but she was different. It was a good different, but she was sort of biased, when one thought about it. He nodded, his face still defeated. "Yeah, but most people wouldn't fight me outside of those conditions. You've seen about ninety percent of the drunks at work back off easily," he argued, though not really arguing; more or less just stating a point. But they were going to get through it, they always did.
He wrapped his arms around Lee in return, holding her close. He did love that she was there for him; even though he hated the fact that he needed someone there at all...he was glad she was there, however. He may have been stubborn, and he may have hated it, but he wasn't so stubborn that he didn't recognize when he needed help.
At that moment, a short, older lady with streaks of grey in her curly red hair. She smiled at the two of them. "You're all set to go, Blaine, she said, her voice soft, but rather informal, when one thought about it. "Make sure you get plenty of rest, and there's a prescription called into the pharmacy nearby. Not that you ever get it, but it's better to be safe, right?"
She looked over at Lee. "Oh, you must be the 'wife' I heard so much about, she said even more quietly, adding a wink at the end. "You take good care of my favorite patient, you hear?" she added before turning to walk away.
"Thanks, Marge," Blaine said with a soft smile before standing up and taking the IV out of his arm. For some reason, he always preferred to do that. "Ready to get outta here?" he asked. His voice was somewhat shaky. Honestly....he really didn't want to go outside...
He looked down at the floor, burying his head in his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed. His body shook a little, but it was nothing like those two occasions where he could actually feel. This was something that started at his core, that he couldn't control, and that he didn't even realize he was doing. His hair just hung down by his face as he looked down--somewhere down the line he'd lost the band that was keeping his ponytail in place. Maybe it'd gotten broken during the fight or something, he really didn't know. Now that he cared about a freaking hair tie at a time like this.
"It sure felt like it..." he said quietly. "It seemed like everything I did, he either countered it, or absorbed it like it was nothing..." Biting his lip, he looked up at her.
"Is that what it's like to fight me? Feeling helpless? Like nothing you do is going to be good enough? I felt like I was fighting a machine or something..." His breath shook as he spoke, his steel-blue eyes showing something they hadn't before.
He leaned into her hand, closing his eyes again as tears stained his eyes. She was in love with him. He knew that, but for some reason hearing her say it...it was what he needed. And though he wouldn't say this...he was feeling like maybe the fight had been taken out of him.
"Yeah...they checked everything..." he murmured, defeat still in his voice as he opened his eyes to look at the ceiling. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw the other man's face. That confident smirk plastered on his face as Blaine looked up at him, the ring still spinning around him. He still heard the words echoing in his head.
But those words melted away when Lee spoke again. He looked at her, as instructed, but he grimaced a little. "I'm not shutting anyone out. I just...I don't know what to do here. He pointed out what I thought was a unique quality, what I thought made me a good person, and told me it was a weakness..."
He sighed deeply, sitting up in bed as he continued to look at her. "He had the same mutation I do. But he was....ruthless. Like he didn't care about rules, or about me, or any of that. He just didn't seem to care. Like...he was empty inside. His eyes....they were soulless..."
He shook his head. "I can't believe I let a bastard like that beat me...."
Blaine enjoyed the touches, every little sensation. But permanently...he really wouldn't give up his powers for anything. He knew it probably seemed weird, but it made sense to him. He'd had his powers for most of his life; they were his. Yeah, they sucked sometimes, but he'd learned how to deal with them, and they were also rather helpful sometimes too. The fact of the matter was, they were his. His mutation is what made him special. No one else in the world had that on him.
He shuddered at her hands, feeling the fabric of his shirt against his skin as she pulled it off. Then, her hands were on his bare chest. And then his shoulders as they kissed again. His arms wrapped back around her, pulling her tight, but not too tight as the kiss deepened. He knew she said to go slow, but....that was becoming difficult.
Blaine's head had been reeling ever since he'd been escorted to the clinic. His pride had been thoroughly shattered, and his emotions had been completely wrecked. He could see the man's face; hear his words as plain as day echoing in his head.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but he'd gone from a bed, to sitting in a chair. But he then opted back for the bed. He just needed to lie down after what he'd been through.
His breathing was normal, and he was still hooked up to the basic monitors, just in case. Is this what his opponents felt when they faced him? Is this what it's like?
If it was, then Blaine was starting to understand why the Omega Fighting Corporation didn't allow...people like him. But it wasn't the loss that got to Blaine. He'd lost before. He hated it, but this was...different. This guy knew him. Claimed to be him...
And whoever it really was claimed to be better than him. And from the looks of it....that was true. The guy had claimed he was trying to unlock his true potential. And that his holding back--his looking out for the other guy--was his weakness. And yet he still didn't know the short haired guy's angle.
When Lee came in, he didn't notice at first. His face was pretty beaten up, and the look on his face was pained, though it was a different pain that ached him.
"I'm as okay as I possibly could be right now. Nothing major, nothing broken..." he replied, but even his voice was different. It lacked the confidence, the boldness that it was usually laced with. "I...don't know what he wanted. Said something about me holding back before using an illegal chokehold. Something about wanting to 'unlock my potential...'"
He closed his eyes, not once looking at Lee. The man lying in the bed was not Lee's usual Blaine. This...was a defeated man.
"True, but sometimes it helps to have support; some things you can't do on your own. You don't need to fully depend on others, but it's nice to have a support group sometimes. Someone to keep you straight," he said softly. "Cross that bridge when you get to to it. Until then, don't fret too much about it," he comforted softly.
He waited as she got her things in order and made her way to the desk. He walked beside her, making sure everything was okay. When she finished, he looked over at her. "So you're all set. I'll let you have time alone. I'll be here when you're ready," he said.
