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.
Dante gave a smile and a shrug, pulling his jacket on, then digging a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of the pocket. Lighting one, he put everything back in his pocket as he took a drag from his cigarette, then breathed it back in through his nose, closing his eyes as the smoke began to refill his lungs.
"Well, I appreciate it; that guy probably would have broken me in half if you hadn't." He gave a light chuckle as he continued smoking, inhaling his smoke right after exhaling as they walked. "My usual stomping ground isn't far from here, let's head there," he suggested, leading the way.
The rest of the walk was relatively quiet, but when they walked into his usual bar, it was fairly crowded, but his usual seat was open, as well as the one next to it. He led his new acquaintance up to the bar. "My usual, and whatever my friend here wants," Dante said with a slight nod to Ezra.
Dante didn't hear the words, but he felt fingers tangling in his collar, and all of a sudden he was leaving the bar. But not of his own free will. Once they were outside a ways and he was released, it was then that he realized his adrenaline had worn off and his face was probably sporting(or would sport) a nasty bruise.
"Hey, it's cool man," Dante said with a slight chuckle. "I appreciate it; so I guess we're even, huh? I mean I have no problem stepping in when people are bullying mutants. That's kind of a sore spot for me, anyway." He looked at Ezra with a slight smile, one hand moving to rest on his own tender cheek.
"You don't owe me anything, but I wouldn't mind another drink, to be honest," he finally said after a pause.
To be honest, the decent conversation had actually somewhat distracted Dante from his paranoia, which proved not to be a good thing, for he was just as surprised when the rather large dude made his way toward his new friend with that whiny drunk chick in tow. But it didn't take long for the smoke-manipulator to realize what was going on and he spun from his stool and hopped to his feet. Sure, he was a good deal smaller than this guy, but that didn't stop the hothead.
"First off, if that's your girl, I feel bad for you; she was trying to feel up my buddy here. He merely wasn't interested. So if she's at a bar with you, still trying to get some elsewhere, I'd go home and figure out why you can't deliver, instead of--"
The punch to the gut not only cut the sentence short, but it sent a puff of smoke involuntarily flying out of Dante's mouth. That was...different. The follow-up to the jaw didn't tickle either, but Dante staggered back as the guy came forward again. It gave him just enough time to clear his throat, and then blow a thick stream of gray smoke into the jerk's face using his power to make it stay there, irritating the guy's eyes, nose, and his lungs with it. Then, he picked up his stool from behind him, and cracked it over the guy's head before peppering the guy with random punches to whatever he could make contact with.
Dante knew as soon as this guy was recovered, the odds would quickly shift away from the smaller man's favor.
The first thing Dante noticed was that the big guy--Ezra--had a very light grip. He didn't know if he was timid, or if he was just a gentle giant, though from what he saw, he'd bet everything he had on the latter. Not that was much of a bet, considering his two most valuable possessions, his guitar and his dog, would not be on the table.
He smirked, nodding. In reality the young man had no idea who the hell that was. After all, he was the guy who slept through most of his academics in school, and barely scooted past by the skin of his teeth. "That's a good policy to have, actually. I usually go to a bar to get started, then end up finishing off at home. He shrugged, moving to catch his jacket before it fell off the back of the stool, and finally just draped it over his shoulder.
"Honestly, I'm more of a solitary drunk for similar reasons. Though whether or not it's sad emotional or angry emotional depends on the day."
Dante nodded. "Yeah...I saw. If you're going to get that trashed, the least you can do is stay home so no one else has to put up with you," he said as he took another swig of his beer. "I was actually going to come over as soon as you looked uncomfortable, but....well you kinda took care of it for me," he said with a shrug. "Don't worry though; drunk people can take more punishment but most of em are bigger babies in exchange. In the morning, though? Heh..."
He chuckled lightly, almost sadistically. As far as he was concerned, even though he'd never hit a woman, that one kind of got what was coming to her, and that he couldn't argue with. "This isn't my usual stop; the one I frequent tends to be better about this sort of thing. The music's better, the people aren't as bad, and they're better to look at than this crowd here," he said with a chuckle, taking another healthy swig of beer and setting the bottle on the counter before extending his hand.
Dante sat, watching the scene, rather curiously; hell, he could tell from here that he wasn't interested. But the thing was Dante couldn't tell if the woman was that drunk or just that stupid. He couldn't hear the whole exchange, but the smoke-manipulator was picking up enough to tell the poor guy was uncomfortable. And then he shoved her. And just like that, crazy drunk lady was gone, but that didn't mean she was gone gone. She could always come back. Scratch that. They always came back, usually with a male that was ridiculously muscular and always pissed off.
He grabbed another drink and then asked the bartender for another one as someone came over to clean up the mess. Dante also headed in that direction, with a beer in one hand and another Shirley Temple in the other. Taking a seat, he handed the not-beer to the distraught mutant. "There you go, bud. On me. People can be such assholes," he said with a slight shrug as the smaller man's eyes kept darting to the rest of the bar, almost paranoid.
For some reason, Dante had decided to try a new bar. He'd grown fond of the one only a few blocks from his apartment, but he felt a little adventurous tonight. So he was sitting in a **** bar, listening to **** music. At least there were some good-looking patrons in this bar, anyway. So he had some nice....scenery to look at, nonetheless. He also noticed, in the corner, a rather large physical mutant of a gentleman. He didn't let his eyes linger; he didn't want to seem rude, after all.
So he just sat towards the center of the bar, sipping on his third beer. He was honestly thinking about going home after he finished this one. Dante was dressed normally, sleeveless black shirt that showed off his tattoos. Setting the empty beer down, his eyes glanced over. Heh, the big guy had company. Way to go, fella--wait...
Dante ordered another beer as he sat and watched. The situation was starting to look differently than it had first seemed. It seemed as though she was sort of giving him a hard time, but Dante just sat and watched for now.
Dante looked over and smiled; was she really suggesting making pizza with a stranger? Not that he'd be opposed to the idea...especially if--nope, not yet. Just stick to the beer and the small talk for now. "You know, I think that's true. Not that I've made pizza before, but it could be fun."
But then she mentioned an idea that he'd never done before. Either she knew nothing about him--which was true--or she was about to suggest something totally crazy, but either way, he leaned in. Dante was completely sold on the idea already and he hadn't even heard it yet. Or maybe his mind was just dirty. Even still...he was intrigued.
"You have my attention," he said with a smile, taking a sip of his new beer. Maybe this was going to be an alright day after all.
He had to smirk at her little...encounter with the beer. Maybe drinking usually wasn't her thing, or maybe she just didn't like beer. That he could understand.
Dante nodded, chuckling a little. "Yep. I mean my middle name is Nicholas, but....call me Dante. Not that devilish is bad.." he said with a wink. Okay, she was really knocking back those beers. He himself was merely nursing his beer, making it last. After all, it wasn't even dinner-time yet and he at least liked to remember that part of the day before the sun went down.
Though, he didn't exactly tell her that sometimes his Friday ritual involved taking someone home--or someone taking him home. He snorted. "Well, I'm an aspiring tattoo artist who hasn't been here very long. Right now, I can't really afford too much excitement," he said with a shrug as he finished off his beer. "Unless you had any ideas that would still let me pay my rent." He looked at her with a sly smirk as he started another beer.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Apr 23, 2018 13:47:41 GMT -6
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Dante cocked his head to the side; she was a funny one, wasn't she? Though that wasn't necessarily bad; it could prove to be a rather fun evening. Never a dull moment, after all.
"I thought they might be," he said with a smirk as he let his glass clink against hers. He chuckled when she asked his story. And...oh yeah it wasn't even dark yet and they were already drinking. The thing was, he hadn't even had that bad of a day. He'd just made a habit of getting everything set after work and going to the bar whenever he got done. That wasn't a bad habit or anything, right?
"Honestly, this is just part of my Friday ritual," he said with a slight shrug. "Get off of work, go home, make sure the dog has food, water, and a walk, then head to the bar for a few hours." He took a similar swig out of his own glass before looking back to the television. Oh hey, the Lakers were winning. Neat.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Apr 22, 2018 20:33:41 GMT -6
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The dark haired smoke-manipulator noticed as the blonde came walking in. He let his eyes linger on her for a little while, but that was made even easier by the fact that she sat pretty close to him. And then she ordered a Jägerbomb. Then changed it to a Long Island Iced Tea. Then changed it once again. Oh yeah, someone was a little stressed. He chuckled to himself at the exchange; it was rather cute, to be honest.
But he was sure she wasn't expecting company. Why would she order just one, change her mind, and then change again only to think of her company on the last go? Or maybe she had forgotten and that was why she changed to two cheap beers. Well, it was too late to doubt now because he was already speaking up.
"Go ahead and make one of those on me," he volunteered, then looked at her with a sly smile. "Maybe when your company gets here I'll cover them too," he added with a wink as he slid over, closing the one-stool gap between them. "I take it your day isn't going so hot," he said, his tone more sincere. Well, sincere for him, anyway.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Apr 22, 2018 18:51:45 GMT -6
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For someone still relatively new to the city, it didn't take Dante very long to find a favorite place to drink. Well, it was a quick walk from his apartment, and the beer was pretty cheap, and on his budget cheap was good. Maybe once business picked up in the tattoo shop he'd be able to afford more. He had been making more appointments, so maybe that was a sign things were looking up. Maybe soon he'd actually be able to afford furniture! Well, he had a couch, a chair, and a TV, but the TV was sitting on a crate, his coffee table was another crate, and his bed was a really raggedy thrift-store model that he'd gotten on a deal, for good reason, though it did what he needed it to.
But today was not a day for affording things. He'd finished work, went home and gotten Duke fed and walked, and then he made his way to the bar around the corner, like he did...well, pretty much every Friday night. The young man sat at the bar, sipping on his first beer of the night as he alternated looking around the room with scrolling through his phone. The night was still young, so things really hadn't picked up yet.
But he liked to get a start on his drinking early. Besides, tomorrow was Saturday, so he really didn't have any plans.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Apr 18, 2018 22:36:28 GMT -6
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Dante's barbarian had taken a hit, but when the ogre went after the mage, the Barbarian was hot on its heels, hacking and slashing away; trying his best to protect his date. Even if it was just a videogame, getting your date killed didn't get you laid. They finally managed to hack away at the boss's last bit of health, and they were back to full health and mana.
"Oh, I am. It's been a long time since I got to do this, especially with someone. But damn if I didn't forget how brutal these ****ing games were back in the day. Kids these days are so spoiled." He gave a chuckle at his joke as he looked at her. This really was a hell of a time.
He'd started to say something else, but three minutes went by pretty damn quick. Level three was riddled with kobolds; miniature, bipedal dragons. Slower than the goblins and about as weak at close range, but they had a range attack that was pretty nasty. However, Dante's barbarian took less damage from elemental attacks thanks to his last level up. But that didn't make them any less of a pain in the ass. That, they actually managed to make it through easier than the last level.
But then, they reached a room decked out in wall to wall gold, then the giant dragon reared its ugly blue head. Literally. Just the head was visible, and took up the other half of the screen, alternating between, biting, clawing, and using a nasty barrage of lightning.
"Well s***..." Dante grumbled as he struggled to crack a dent in the dragon's HP, but with every hit the red bar barely moved.[/color]"
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Apr 18, 2018 19:24:50 GMT -6
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They actually did make quite the team, with him tanking most of the damage and giving as much as he got, and Kitra blasting them with spells and buffing him when she had the chance. The first boss was rather imposing, but they managed to take the giant skeleton down rather easily with their teamwork.
As long as he protected her, and she kept spamming with the magic, they were going to make it pretty far.
"I am," he said with a sly grin. "Glad you brought me along."
The second floor started, and suddenly they were swarmed by goblins. They came from both sides of the screen, and though they did minimal damage, they hit fast and they hit in large numbers. Luckily they were also pretty lacking in the HP department. But, they managed to work their way through. He'd have stolen a few more glances at her than he had, but this required their full attention, and they actually had to pay for these games, so maybe he'd get a chance to admire her figure some more later.
The second boss shook the ground as he entered: Ogre. He dealt half of Dante's health in one strike of his giant club, and the young man cursed, suddenly realizing how into this game he was.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Apr 18, 2018 17:43:08 GMT -6
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After that first round, she apparently found her edge. She'd managed to beat him a few times, and they drew a couple of times. She just needed to knock the rust off, was all. As far as dates went, this was fun, and they weren't even getting in any trouble. If all dates went like this, maybe he wouldn't hate dating so much.
"Well, there's a racing game over there. One of those platformers that combine co-op with trying to get a higher score, and there's more of a co-op dungeon crawl/hack and slash type game." he let his eyes linger on hers for a moment, giving her a rather sly smirk before offering his arm again and leading her all the way across the arcade to the dungeon crawler. Maybe not his first choice, but it'd give him a reason to make physical contact again, so he went for it.
Popping the coins in, the character selection screen popped up, and being an 'old' school game, you had a barbarian, an archer, or a mage. Without thinking twice, Dante selected the barbarian character and waited for her to pick, after which they'd be thrown right into a dungeon, surrounded by skeletons. The goal was to work together, but it was also to survive.
