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 laughed, looking at her. "I...I guess we are." He shook his head with another chuckle. "I mean...I didn't exactly plan this either. As far as I knew I was just getting patched up after an injury. And then...well, this sort of happened." He paused for a moment, as if taking it all in. "I guess I already trust you, after all I've shared tonight, so...I guess that's at least something."
His smile never faded. "Same here, actually..." his voice sort of trailed off as he looked down at his hand that was entwined with hers. It was...odd. But he couldn't really complain.
In the back of his mind, Blaine was hoping this whole thing wasn't a mistake, but at the same time, he remembered Lee saying that risks were a big part of it. Granted, the only things he ever really risked were money--which he could win back anyway--and his physical well-being--which he couldn't even feel. But his emotions? Those were a whole different story, something he held sacred.
"Yeah, I understand. I haven't had anyone to talk to about any of this either. And...while it's...rather confusing, to be honest, it helps." He leaned back against the couch again, sort of relaxing as he kept his hand on hers, sort of looking around the room as he was unsure of what to say or do next. He took a deep breath through his nose as he looked at her, still sort of smiling.
He noticed the small laugh, and the smile. He even noticed her gaze drop as she was speaking. Blaine found himself well into uncharted territory; he hadn't the first clue of what to say or do in a little while, but as their conversation had gone on, he found himself even more clueless. And now, he was downright stumped. Taking a breath, he put a hand on hers.
"We'd have to help each other, then. I mean, you're not sure if you can love again, and I don't know if I can love at all," he stated; though his tone was light-hearted, the words themselves were still rather heavy and dark as he spoke them. Some things, tone just couldn't help.
"If you need anything or ever just want to talk, I'm here," he murmured softly, his gaze on her softening a bit without him realizing it.
Blaine's mutation had given him a different world-view. Sure, he knew what certain modes of contact could mean, but for him, it wasn't the same. In fact, if he hadn't been looking, he wouldn't have known.
He noted her blush when he pointed out her word usage, and it made him smile a little. Then, he looked at her. "Baby steps," he repeated gently, but then he continued. "But if it helps...you do have a better chance than anyone else."
He smiled again, though this whole thing was a little funny to him.
He listened as she spoke, giving a slight nod. "Emotional, I can manage," he murmured; after all, that was the only feeling he actually had. He saw her tap her fingers against his bare chest, and he saw her face flush red. "It's okay. Doesn't really mean anything to me, ya know? Don't worry about it," he said softly, wondering what it must have felt like.
"I understand." Then, she answered his question about relationships and he noticed something he hadn't before. Maybe she'd been doing it the whole time, but he was oblivious up until this very moment. "You said 'we,'" he murmured softly, though not really showing any distaste on the matter. In fact, there may have been a slight smirk on his face as he looked at her.
"That, I can see," he commented idly, sliding so he was as close to her as before. Sure, it didn't do much for him, but she seemed to like it. He nodded as she mentioned the piano, but then after a moment of thinking, he spoke again. "Music is another one of those weird ones. It relies on feeling, on sound, and on sight. I'd consider it a challenge, but I don't often back that from those," he stated as he looked over, a slight gleam in his eyes.
Then, he had a thought. Maybe if he saw a relationship as another challenge....he'd be motivated to do it. But at the same time,he enjoyed moments like this, the thought of being committed to another person sort of scared him; the idea of having someone that he could let down at any given moment. He was still convinced that he was better off alone, even if Lee was giving him doubts about that right now.
Finally, he broke his silence. "Is this what it'd be like? A relationship, I mean..." he asked thoughtfully as he looked over at her. The way he asked was almost like an overgrown child. "It's been over a decade, and I told you how those went," he said with a weary laugh.
He listened as she explained how she could play guitar, but didn't have a lot of time, being a single mother and all. "Music is great, though I'm mostly restricted to listening, myself. Not that that's a bad thing, I just never got around to learning how to play anything." Thinking about it, he realized that in most areas, his mutation didn't hinder him at all; he could do the same things other people did, he just had to think of different ways to do it. Contact with other people was really the only thing he hadn't figured out.
After a few moments, he gathered the empty beer bottles and his coffee cup, then stood to his feet and carried them into the kitchen. The cup, he tossed into the sink, and the bottles went into the trash. Though he was very careful to maintain his grip while walking. Usually it wasn't that hard, but tonight he had other things on his mind.
Once finished, he sat back down on the couch next to her, sort of growing to enjoy her company by now.
Blaine smiled softly, his gaze shifting from Lee to the television and back. His mind was still slightly buzzing as he continued to rehash everything she'd said that night. She'd definitely given him a lot to think about; perhaps too much, once he thought about it. The whole relationship thing was still so foreign to him, and honestly, he thought it'd never work. It couldn't, could it?
On the other hand, he didn't know. Maybe it could, with the right person. But it'd take patience from both him and whoever it would be. He scooted a little closer before looking at her in the eyes.
"So what about you?" he asked. "What do you like to do?"
"Well, you did ask what I did," he said with a small chuckle. "And for the most part, that's it." He sort of looked at the television in silence for awhile, not really sure what to do now as the silence sort of set in. He focused on the show, noting that the silence wasn't exactly awkward this time.
In just the past few hours, he'd come a lot farther than he had in the entire rest of his life. This was nice. Comfortable. He was actually relaxing and having a decent conversation with someone else. He propped his feet up on the coffee table, watching out for the bottles and the coffee cup.
"This has been....refreshing," he murmured, still looking at the TV. "Thanks. For just being here."
He smiled softly, relaxing considerably as she flipped through the book, and it widened as she finished and told him she liked them. "Thanks," he said quietly, again looking at her, then going back to the book, then back to her. "I've never really shown anyone before. But...I've done a lot of things for the first time tonight, so why stop now?" he said with another semi-nervous laugh, settling in and looking at the television again.
Now, he wasn't nearly as on edge as he was previously, in fact, he seemed much more relaxed, maybe even happy. He kept the thoughts from earlier at the back of his mind, just trying to enjoy the moment. Like she'd said: Baby steps. If he couldn't enjoy this moment, he'd never be able to handle anything more.
He watched the TV as the channels flickered from one to another; late night television really did suck. As more of a night-body, he knew full well how hard it was to find something, and he rarely did, actually. He sighed again, looking down at the coffee table for a moment. "I honestly wouldn't know about either of those. I mean, sex is...let's say it's really weird for me and leave it at that," he said with a nervous laugh.
He decided the sci-fi rerun would be good enough, and was thankful when she asked what else he did when he wasn't working or training. Normally, he would have dodged the question, but at this point, it was a welcome escape from an awkward sex conversation with Lee. Standing up, he walked to the desk and grabbed one of the notebooks before sitting down next to her again, this time a little closer as he opened the book.
"I...draw," he said hesitantly before putting the book gently on her lap. This particular notebook was more recent; only a quarter filled. In it were sketches of the skyline, people he passed and/or fought, and a sketch of the front of the bar that was dated three days ago. He bit his lip a little, slightly nervous at what she'd think. Usually, he kept his artistic tendencies hidden.
"I don't really do the whole...company thing much. Or...ever, " he admitted. Then, with a laugh, he added, "Pretty sure if someone was asleep next to me, I wouldn't be able to sleep. "
Then the room was overshadowed by the infomercial, and he nodded as he handed her the remote. She flipped through the stations, and he used the opportunity to close his eyes and think. While the idea of a relationship was beyond his grasp, he had to admit this was....different. Mostly a good different,aside from the talk of feelings and stuff.
He gave a quiet nod, his mind still mulling over everything. Honestly, he would have held onto her hand longer if he at least knew what it was like. He didn't even feel a numbness; there was just....nothing. As void as the hole in his heart.
How did this turn into a discussion on relationships? " he wondered briefly before looking back to the TV. The fight was over and now it was some weird infomercial.
"Company is...nice, " he murmured as he smiled softly.
He stared up at the ceiling for awhile as he thought about everything she'd said; everything she was saying. All the while, he was reminding himself that there was a hand in his. It was odd, and it would take a lot of getting used to. After a few moments, he let go, crossing his arms across his chest as he sat up once again.
"It does feel really good," he murmured, once again looking over at her. "But at the same time, I still don't think I'm ready for that kind of thing. I don't even know where I'd begin. On top of everything I've already said. I do appreciate the help, I really do," he paused a moment, breathing a sigh through his nose. "But I don't think I'm ready," he repeated, "This is a lot to take in...a lot to process. And, I don't know if I can handle it."
"From where I'm sitting, a one night stand would probably make it that much worse," he blurted; he meant it as a joke, but after he said it, he wasn't too sure anymore. He watched her shift her hand, and he took a few soothing breaths, closing his eyes for a moment. She seemed to trust him more than he trusted himself. And it had only been a week.
He opened his eyes. "Yeah, I know. But 'open' isn't usually something I'm good at. The only reason I've said this much to you is because...well, I've never met anyone who actually came close to understanding what I've been through. And...well to be honest, I've been sitting on this stuff for years now." He leaned back against the couch, looking up at the ceiling again.
"The mutants I've met lately do seem more accepting, not that I've really given them much to accept," he gave a nervous laugh.
