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 saw her fingers trailing around his chest, and he didn't realize it but it made him smile a little. This was rather...enjoyable. Moreso than he'd had in a long time. Most of the time the few people he did this with couldn't handle him; no feeling meant being gentle was sort of beyond him. And to be honest, he didn't really feel like learning. But this girl seemed to enjoy it.
He looked over at her question, quirking a brow a little bit. "Round two already?" he asked, a slightly teasing tone to his voice, or at least an attempted one, anyway. "You sure you can handle more?" he asked. "I mean, I hope so, but I can't be held responsible if you can't."
After Valentine's Day, Blaine had decided to pull out a few more cookbooks. Though the...cookies...he'd made didn't look that good, they went over well, and he thought he could surprise Lee by teaching himself how to cook and making dinner for her sometime. But that would take practice. Lots of practice. Skye, however, was against the entire thing, and on top of refusing to be on fire extinguisher duty, didn't even want to be in the same vicinity when Blaine was cooking. Though she did sweetly promise to be on the lookout for smoke.
She was family, but her attitude was something else sometimes. He didn't even know if she'd even been joking. But...he guessed not. So, he found himself walking into the grocery store, one hand grabbing a basket while the other held a scrap of paper with a list scrawled onto it. He'd grabbed a pack of chicken breast, some noodles, broccoli and carrots, and various seasonings. Then, he looked down at the last item on his list: cheese. Making his way to the cheeses, the large gentleman froze, looking at all the different kinds.
"Well s***...." he grumbled, looking down. Then, shrugging, he grabbed some Mozarella, some Cheddar, some Parmesan, and some cream cheese. Hey, one of them had to be right. Then, he paused, looking blankly into space as he wondered if there was anything else he needed.
Sinclaire had the feeling he was botching his act, but he had nothing to go on, but the woman didn't seem to be calling him out. However, he could tell that the atmosphere was rather tense. Maybe he could survive this date. He'd have to; there were too many witnesses, and he couldn't draw attention to himself.
He didn't notice that she was testing him; he couldn't read people in social situations. In a fight, or some sort of standoff, he'd have the situation figured out no problem. But here, he was out of his element, and definitely out of his league. "It's okay. I'll drink one for you," he said in an awkward attempt to be charming. It didn't seem to be working. Thankfully, Nancy returned with a tray on each of her four hands, setting their drinks down on the table. "Ya'lls food will be out shortly,[/color]" she informed sweetly before walking away, leaving the two of them in silence.
Of course she was just as eager, or at least...she seemed to be. The reality was that she ended up impeding his progress, but was it on purpose, or by accident? He wasn't good at reading people. But he could read a situation, and he knew exactly what this one called for; he just hoped the young woman was okay with it. And if not...well it was her fault for making the dress so hard to get off.
Grabbing a piece of dress in each hand, where the zipper started, he gave a hard pull, separating it, and the dress tore with ease. From there, he discarded the now glorified scrap of fabric to the floor. "Hope you didn't care too much about that dress..." he murmured, somewhat gruffly as he kissed her again.
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Sinclaire didn't know how much time had passed, currently he lay on the bed, mildly winded, and smirking lightly. The apartment itself was rather....askew. The coffee table was flipped over, the couch was at an odd angle, and various other items were strewn about the room. He lay there in silence, his arms propped behind his head as he listened to his own heartbeat echoing in his ears; the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
The waitress looked at them, taking the orders. "So I take it those two beers are just for you, then?" she asked, looking at Sinclaire.
"Yeah, both for me," he repeated, not really complaining about that. He could handle two beers easy. But he couldn't help but think she was onto him. Something about the situation just didn't seem right; or maybe he just didn't like it. He couldn't be sure, but he sat in silence as she ordered for herself, and he contemplated his next move quietly.
This was all just happenstance, and he didn't really have much of a plan, and he wasn't exactly known for his deception skills. He was more up close, personal, and very, very, conspicuous. The soldier knew he was out of his element, but he couldn't turn back now.
Blaine was still somewhat getting the hang of things at Sanctuary. Though considering he was going to be a father, learning to deal with the younger crowd seemed like a good idea to him, anyway. He found he was able to help some of them, give them someone to talk to, that sort of thing. But he couldn't really...connect with just anyone. And the generation gap didn't seem to help in the slightest. But the former fighter was trying.
Today, he noticed a new face stumbling in. She seemed...off. He'd seen all sorts of powers in his day, and he understood that some of them, for lack of a better term, sucked. He was already on his way to her when he heard her distress, but once he was in front of her, she'd given him a warning, so out of respect, he stepped back.
"It's hard to scare me, but I'll take your word for it," he said, wearing a dark green muscle shirt under his unzipped leather jacket, a pair of black, faded jeans, and his usual pair of black boots. his long hair hung down by his shoulders as always. "My name's Blaine, and I can't feel," he said, his tone somewhat gentle, though still gruff. "What is it that's going on, exactly? Anything you need me to do? Or is this just one of those 'wait it out' kind of things?"
He sort of squatted where he was, looking her in the eyes as he thought, his gears already turning. She looked to be about Skye's age, and also had a thing for having her hood up. He thought he caught a little attitude, too, but that could have just been related to what was going on. Even still, she needed someone. He kind of hoped he could be that someone, but only time would tell.
Luckily, Lee did most of the talking with the...Skye, giving him time to think, and maybe not screw this up. Luckily it'd be a quick lunch, so he didn't have to keep up this facade for long. Already, his eyes zoomed in on the menu. It didn't take him long at all to figure out what he wanted.
"Yep. I've got it figured out," he said as the waitress, a woman wearing an identical uniform to the Skye chick, with fiery red hair, equally red eyes, blue skin, and...four arms. She had a slender build and rocked the uniform quite nicely, but he didn't let his gaze linger too long. His "hun" was right across from him after all. Though the thought did occur to him that this would be a good place to inform his superiors of; mutants running around everywhere? Likely scrambling to make a living? SUPER could likely put them to use...
"Hi there, my name's Nancy, and I'll be ya'll's waitress for the afternoon. What can I do ya for?" What banjo-infested swamp did this lady come out of... was Sinclaire's only thought.
"Let's see...we'll have two beers, and I'll have the bacon cheeseburger, and an order of chili fries, extra mayonnaise and a dill pickle on the burger," he said after a moment, then looked to Lee.
He watched her hand, her body language from his peripheral vision, and adjusted his grip accordingly. Being observant really paid off, but he knew his nonexistent acting skills weren't going to get him through this. He'd have to be smart. Gather intel quickly and get out before she can get suspicious. Maybe lunch date wasn't the brightest idea, but he didn't have much choice now.
With a silent nod, he led her to the restaurant, to be greeted by a cute young woman with brown hair. That turned orange when she saw them, her hands flickering a little. "Hey Uncle Blaine! Aunt Lee! Uhm....I mean welcome to The Missing Link....table for two?" she recited, still getting used to the formalities of working the door instead of waiting tables.
Sinclaire had actually started to check her out in that blinding yellow-green shirt and short shorts until she called him Uncle. Great...
With a new life, the woman led them to a booth, and Sinclaire sat and plotted his next move as he looked over the rather simple menu that mostly consisted of wings, sandwiches, burgers, and anything you could deep fry. Oh and beer. Beer was good. Well, bourbon was better, but it was what it was.
And already she was asking the hard questions. Why didn't he call? "I didn't think about it. Trying to hurry up and get to the gym," he replied, hoping it'd be good enough. She grabbed his hand, and he took a breath, looking down at her as he applied just a little pressure. What was too tight? Too loose?
He was no stranger to intimacy, but...he was generally rougher and there was never anything sweet about it. And these things were generally few and far between. On top of that, this seemed to be an actual relationship, with dates and *gag* feelings...
"I don't know. I thought about hitting The Missing Link," he said with a shrug.
Sinclaire paused as the woman stopped next to him and addressed him. She obviously had him mistaken for someone else, maybe even the guy he was curious about. He knew nothing about this other guy except they shared a name, a power, and general appearance...so he likely wouldn't be able to keep an act up long.
"Last minute decision, he said with a shrug. " I'm running behind, thought about grabbing lunch though." He wondered how easy it'd be to get her to spill a little more info. He'd have to be careful, but he could handle it. He checked this woman out; whoever she'd mistaken him for was a lucky bastard, that was for sure.
"Glad you like it," he said with a smile, trying to lay on charm that he didn't possess.
Sinclaire--or rather, Geoff--was settling into his new life quite nicely. So far, things were going well; currently he was just sitting tight in case something hit the fan. He'd managed to occupy his time with a little....research. Apparently, he wasn't the only one on this side who couldn't feel. Interestingly enough...the guy was a former fighter. It seemed as though this side wasn't friendly to mutants either.
Currently he wore a black leather jacket, complete with chains hanging down, and a pair of clean, well pressed blue jeans with his combat boots. With his short brown hair, he didn't look like a man to mess with. He walked down the street, looking for a bite to eat. Apparently his favorite Italian place didn't exist on this side. He did long for something similar though. Italian flavors really hit the spot. Sure, he was a soldier, but that didn't mean he couldn't have good taste.
Sadly, he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he stopped, looking around to get his bearings. "Well ****.... he grumbled, thinking. Well...there was a bar/restaurant type place up the road: The Missing Link. Seemed promising.
It was moments like this that meant the world to Blaine: moments that he thought he'd never be able to have. Maybe that was why their relationship progressed so quickly. He thought he'd need to ease into it, and to an extent, he did, but once he was sure she was sticking around...he couldn't help it. He always saw himself as more of a hardened tough guy, but the fact was maybe she hadn't turned him into a teddy bear. Maybe the soft, gentler side of him was buried deep down, all along, and Lee just dug it up.
He looked into her eyes as she spoke, and he nodded. "Yeah, it would be," he murmured quietly, his hand that had brushed her hair away resting on her cheek as he smiled softly.
He smiled a little more, nodding. "I did. I mean...I mostly just lay here with you for awhile, but I did finally doze off for a couple hours. It was nice. Even though I couldn't feel you there, I still knew you were. It was...rather comforting, actually."
He gave a chuckle. "It is amazing, but being with you is amazing in itself." After that rather cheesy line, he leaned in and gave her another kiss, one hand moving to gently brush the hair out of her face.
He may not have felt the kiss being returned, but he'd learned what to look for, and her movement told her she was awake. He knew she was returning the kiss as her arm reached toward him. After a moment, he broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked, smiling softly. "You know what though? I....I think I can be okay with this sharing a bed thing. I mean...it takes me longer to fall asleep, but once I do pass out...I don't think it's so bad," he said, looking at her. His arms were still wrapped around her, and he held her there, not really wanting to leave.
In fact, he wouldn't mind staying like this for awhile.
He looked at the clock, she still had a couple of hours left, but she did say not to let her sleep for more than eight...she didn't say it had to be exactly eight. Though as he looked back over at Lee like that...she was beautiful. And she loved him. Him of all people. How something like that came to be really baffled his mind, but it was like they were made for each other.
And he actually managed to sleep for a few hours next to her. Maybe he really didn't have anything to worry about. If anything, he'd only snuggled closer to her in his sleep; he only wished he could actually feel how she felt against him. Realize what exactly it was that made her shudder the way she did. But alas....that wasn't to be.
Leaning in, he very gently kissed her lips, as his hand ran up and down her back. He wasn't necessarily trying to wake her, but if that was a side effect of being affectionate, so be it.
