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.
"I completely understand. I didn't want to be either, until recently. You don't have to be a victim. Especially not in the world we live in. Sure, some people are still assholes, but we have a community, people who can step up and help out. Who've walked where you have. And I know it's not too late for you. It wasn't too late for me, after all," he said, with a surprising bit of wisdom in his voice.
"Your mentor? I can be, if that's what you want. I mean I'm not the only one here, and others may be more suited, but...I'm pretty sure I can help you," he said with a nod. "Well, eventually we'll have to get you settled in, but that can be taken care of in due time. First, I think we need to find a way to calm you down, if that's possible. Something to ease your mind of whatever it is your feeling."
He paused again, thinking. "People tend to fear what they don't understand. And maybe, but like I said, I've found other uses for my skillset," he said, moving a little closer to her.
Blaine was quite happy with the way the date had gone; he was wondering why they didn't go on many actual dates. Sure, hanging out at the apartment was great, especially when they had alone time--which was harder to come by these days. But...just being out, away from work, away from the same old-same old...it was rather nice.
A smile crept across his face when she said Skye wasn't home. "Perfect..." he whispered, putting the key into the lock and then turning the doorknob. Slowly, the door creaked open as he led her into the apartment....
He nodded at the prospect of a movie, finishing his food. Then, he'd taken a few more sips of his beer, finally just chugging both of them down as he pushed his plate back, leaving more than enough money on the table to cover both meals plus tip. "Sounds good," he said, standing to his feet. "See you then~" With that, he made his way out the door, down the street, to this 'gym' she'd mentioned.
Meanwhile, Blaine was sitting down, curling a dumbbell to finish off his workout when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. A text? From Lee? That was odd. They didn't text. Opening it, his eyes scanned over the words. Meet her at Haven? That was...odd. 'Be there in an hour,' he texted back before putting his weights away and then changing.
On his way out of the gym, he brushed shoulders with a gentleman, and neither of them flinched. He looked back to see the large short haired man hadn't even turned around. That was...odd. Shrugging it off, he made his way out of the gym and down the street.
He nodded at the introductions and advice. It seemed as though he had everything in order, but decided not to tell them about the little incident with the cheesecake that almost set the apartment on fire. That was why his niece refused to be in the building while he cooked; though, with her tendency to have...explosive emotions, maybe that was for the best.
Then, the woman mentioned sparring, and he shook his head. "I could train you, but I don't spar with just anyone. I don't know how to pull my punches, and I don't want to hurt anyone," he said, keeping his mutation to himself for now. "But the gym's really hard to miss," he said as he jotted the address and name of the gym down on a scrap of paper before giving it to her.
Then, he turned, heading to the checkout line to prepare his hopefully-not-bad meal.
Their food arrived, and he dove right in, eating politely, yet somewhat...eagerly. He was hungry after all. And the burger gave him something to focus on.
"Maybe. We could always catch a movie later," he said with a shrug, still trying to keep his answers simple. What did she like? Hell, what did Blaine like? This was crazy, and he probably should have just told her the truth, but...that wouldn't go well. He looked at his plate, setting down his half eaten burger before drinking a long swig of beer.
He did know that no matter what they planned for tonight....he wasn't going to show.
He nodded, smiling softly. "Maybe, but just because something's been a certain way for a long time, that doesn't mean it's supposed to be that way. Sometimes life changes. Other times you have to be the one to change it," he advised, still maintaining his physical position.
Then, she mentioned her personal goals, and he nodded. "I think that's perfectly reasonable. When I was about your age, I wanted to be a pro fighter. I started training right out of high school, and by the time I was twenty, I was semi-pro. I had a clean record, maybe two losses by the time I was twenty-three. There, I had a big fight in Vegas. I was going to be signed that night. Well...I got put in a kimura lock. It snapped my arm clean, but not being able to feel, I didn't even flinch, and within thirty seconds I'd knocked the guy out, fair and square. But my mutation was out in the open, now, and most people thought my ability was technically cheating. I was blackballed from fighting professionally again. But I've still found my purpose." He gave a soft smile. "So, if that's what you want to do, I wouldn't say that anything is stopping you. I say you should go for it. It's better to try, than to spend your life wondering what if."
He paused again, thinking of the right thing to say. "Guidance. Someone to sort of lead you, mentor, maybe. Or just be there when you need someone. I didn't think I was able to be helped either, until a few months ago, that is. It wasn't too late for me, so I know it isn't for you."
He lay on the couch, half his body sort of hanging off of it as he watched her get up, watching with a smile as she walked. He attempted to catch his breath; he was actually sort of winded, which was actually a pleasant surprise.
He sat up on the couch with a smirk, propping his hands behind his head. "Grab one for me too," he requested, not very good at manners.
He'd dropped a couple before he found himself facing down 'hot stuff,' an equally manic smile on the big man's face as he gave the fire guy a 'bring it on' kind of nod. But then he was dead. Oh well. Thirteen had become nine, which in turn had now turned into eight. He gave Lenna a smile when she spoke.
"Wasn't expecting you to bring company; not really into that," he said with a smirk, backing towards the tower. "Long range isn't working with that one guy out there; had to improvise," he explained, seriousness in his voice. "If you can get back to the tower, grab the rifle, I'll tangle with him myself. One on one. Meanwhile I need you to pop his friends. After that, I'm heading to the building and blowing the windows with a grenade before more show up. Now ain't the time to be pretty more; it's time to blow **** up and get the **** outta here," he instructed.
His grip tightened on his knives as he waited for his moment to strike, his muscles visibly tensing in the dark. His heartbeat echoed in his ears as adrenaline rushed through his body. This was his addiction. This, was why he did this. It was a rush, it was freedom.
And best of all, it was aaaaalll pretty much legal...
She was testing him. Definitely. Keeping a calm demeanor, he shrugged lightly.
"We'll see how I feel, I mostly just feel like hitting the bag today," he said, keeping his answers simple. Even if he was wrong, this way he couldn't put his foot in his mouth too badly. But he was playing defense, and that was something he honestly didn't know how to do; he'd never really had to.
"Probably just gonna be there a few hours," he answered plainly. "After, I'll just see what happens, maybe head home and grab a nap." That, was actually the truth. He didn't know if it was what Blaine would do, but by that point it wouldn't matter.
He nodded as the first woman spoke. "Yep. I picked up a jar of sauce, just in case. Tried to get enough for two in case I screw up," he said with a slight shrug. "I'm not a cook," he explained quite plainly.
He looked in his basket as the second woman spoke--noting that the first woman's name was Zoe. He had plenty of cheeses, though the cream cheese he'd stick back on the shelf later. He also took mental notes of what she was saying, and if it worked with the recipe he had at home, he may deviate just a little. But not too much; the last thing he needed was something that only he could eat. Or worse, have to pull out the fire extinguisher. Again. "Thanks," he said simply.
And then the subject turned away from cooking and to working out. That was more of a comfort zone for him. With more of a smile, he answered. "The one I go to is maybe a thirty minute walk from here. There's trainers, and plenty of people who could spar with you."
If Lee wasn't pregnant, he would have suggested sweet talking her into sparring with the woman. Not that he thought Lee wouldn't wipe the floor with her or anything, but still. Kickboxing was right up his alley, though. Most, if not all, of his strikes were rooted in kickboxing, but he did have some other styles woven in for takedowns and submission holds. It was always important to be more complex than you looked, after all.
He nodded as he listened carefully to her words. He could hear the pain, the annoyance, the exhaustion in them. He wanted to do something for her, but he wasn't sure what. Maybe she just needed what he'd needed not too long ago. "I may not know exactly what you're going through, but I isolated myself for a long time due to my mutation. Staying on the streets isn't a good idea," he instructed gently as he thought about every word.
"Sometimes...you just need someone to be there. Going alone, while safe, doesn't really help anything. You'll find yourself cold and hard, maybe even addicted," he said, not realizing what she'd dealt with, he was really just referencing his alcoholism that he'd struggled with before he'd met Lee. "What are you looking for?" he asked after a moment.
"We know a place to stay, but do you need guidance, someone who can simply help you deal with life, or do you just need a friend?" he said, looking at the younger woman without moving. "We may not be so different; I've walked a dark path myself, until recently. Maybe I can help you the way others have helped me. Or if it helps, I can share a bit of what I've been through."
He moved to somewhat sit on the ground, folding his arms across his chest as he thought over things. He wasn't very good at this, but he was trying, and he liked to think he was getting better every day.
She really was a wild one, wasn't she? She would definitely be a fun one, that was for sure, if the apartment was still standing when they got done. Hell, if not, well then it was still gonna be a hell of a time, yes. She was just as arrogant as he was, so whether or not that as a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen. But so far, it was very good.
"We'll see about that..." he murmured into the kiss as she continued the kiss and he let his hands trail her skin, but not gently.
At this point, Sinclaire shifted the focus from her to the situation at hand. He wasn't good with people, but dealing with tension and uncertainty was what he did, though he usually just handled those with a grenade or a few well placed strikes, he knew other ways to remedy this sort of thing. Sadly none of those worked here, so he was improvising as he took a sip of his beer.
Her question cut through his thinking. "Well, right after this, I'm going to the gym. Maybe hit the bag," he said with a shrug, focusing more on his beer. He was sure she was on to him, but he wasn't sure what to do about it or how to get back on track. All he knew was that his counterpart was a fighter who never made it. Aside from that, he was lost, but maybe he'd get some information out of it after all. He figured the gym would be the closest one to this area, so that wasn't so hard. He hoped.
Suddenly there was a woman's voice breaking through his train of thought. "Yeah...I was going to try cooking chicken alfredo, but I'd just written down 'cheese.' I have no idea what kind," he explained as another woman's voice joined in. "It's just the shopping list. The recipe, I left at home," he said.
He realized he was easily the biggest person in the store right now, yet he looked like a lost puppy. Honestly, that did a number on his pride, an issue he hadn't really had in a while. Not since he'd been with Lee, anyway. But he was still not a very humble man. Then again, with his background, he hadn't had a reason to be.
But this was a rather humbling experience. Oh well, maybe it would be over soon enough. Though he felt a trip to the gym would be in order later. Maybe this was why he hit things instead of cooked.
He let her nibble at him, even though it honestly didn't do anything for him. Well, it did but it didn't; for him it was just the idea, if that made any sense. He smirked at her reply, he had somewhat of a cocky air to him as he rolled over on his side. She really was something else. He wasn't falling in love or anything, but she was pretty wild, as far as people went. It was somewhat amusing to him. Part of him wondered what else she could do. If she was this skilled outside of the bedroom, she could possibly be of some other use to him.
"I'm pretty sure I can handle it. I think the question is can you handle me?" he asked, putting an arm on her back as he leaned closer to kiss her again, just as passionately as the last time.