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.
The shop was relatively empty when Dante had started playing, though the occasional person would stop to listen. Some he'd notice, but most he didn't because he'd had his eyes closed. He'd set his jacket on the floor so he was just wearing his sleeveless shirt that showed off his tattoos.
Once he finished his song, he noticed a very attractive woman who decided to come up and compliment him. "Thanks," he said, looking her over. Not bad. Not bad at all. Maybe today will get better after all.
He quietly started playing another song as he looked at her. "I'm Dante. Though I will say, I'd be mildly disappointed if your name isn't something as angelic as you look," he said with a wink.
He got the feeling she was amused by him, if nothing else. Though as far as whether or not that was a good thing....well it could go either way. "I guess it does," he said, sort of leaning on his cue as he watched her make her move. She managed to get both of her solids in, but the cue ball went in as well.
Dante smirked a little, though he knew the game was almost over and he didn't stand much of a chance. But that was just the way things worked sometimes. He judged a shot, thinking he could at least try to chip away at his deficit as he leaned over the table, giving his date a rather good view. But the shot wasn't right so he stood up and adjusted. Sure, he may have been having a little fun with her, but could you blame him?
The cue ball knocked the nine ball in, which somehow miraculously bounced off and just barely pushed the twelve on into the hole. His second shot sunk the eleven. Third shot, just barely grazed the fourteen. No dice.
Dante intended to watch how it was done; that was why he'd picked this game in the first place. He'd picked a spot to watch, but soon found himself being gently hip checked. Chuckling, he stepped back with a smirk to enjoy the show of his own. And from the look of her shot...Dante was out of his league here. Granted, he was known for getting in over his head, anyway. Besides, though he wasn't going to actively try to lose, he was sort of convinced he would.
Oh well, at least the reason he picked pool was working out well. The view was going to more than compensate for the fact that he was probably about to get his ass kicked. Though, he could do a lot worse, in that sense. She claimed to be out of practice, but that was a damn good shot. And then she passed on to him. Showing him pity. That hurt his ego quite a bit, and cut his little show short, but he guessed she needed something to look at too. So, he guessed it was fair.
He took his stance and lined up his shot. That ten was begging to be knocked in. He took a breath, and hit the cue ball pretty squarely, and it hit the ten, and then the thirteen, but only sunk the ten. He was getting the hang of it, sort of. He shrugged, bending over to take his shot at the thirteen, which he sunk, but he'd put a little too much power behind the shot, and the cue ball went in as well.
He cursed under his breath, though maybe louder than intended. But if he'd wanted to show off, he'd have picked the arcade.
She looked rather surprised at his comment, though that itself wasn't quite surprising; they had just met earlier that afternoon after all. But just as quickly as it appeared, the look of surprise faded, and he gave a chuckle at her question. "Heh, well...I've done a few things like that, yeah. Some places consider it smoking, other places are more forgiving. Still others recognize it as a mutation and don't seem to know what to say," he replied. She was slowly going to catch on that he was a rebel, who liked testing the boundaries of certain rules.
Hell, he was considering testing his own 'don't call back' rule, though that rule was soon going to be nonexistent if he kept things up. For it not having ended the way he wanted, it was a damn goodnight kiss. As he pulled back, he opened the door for her, giving her a light smack on the butt for good(or bad) measure as he made his way back to the couch.
For some reason, Dante had woken up in a pretty sour mood. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he guessed it really didn't matter. Maybe the weight of everything that had transpired was finally wearing away at him. Or maybe it was just a bad day. He'd tried playing his acoustic guitar in his barely furnished apartment. The acoustic guitar he had to trade his amp and effect pedals for since his ex made him pick between the electric guitar or Duke...in the apartment he had to get after his ex made it so it'd be easier just to start all over. The apartment that he was taking odd requests and jobs to live in, that he couldn't afford decent furniture for because he'd lost the majority of his money in the settlement.
He needed to take the edge off, but it wasn't even noon yet, and day drinking wasn't something Dante was willing to resort to just yet. So, after feeding Duke, and taking the large dog that hated people almost as much as the mutant himself did on a walk, Dante left his pup to nap on the couch and headed out for a walk in solitude. It'd be a good day to explore, maybe blow off some steam and lift his mood.
He'd heard about a music shop a good walk away from his apartment, so he decided to go there and check it out. Walking in, it wasn't a large building, but they made use of what space they had, and it was one of those where you could actually test the instruments--just what he needed. He walked over to the wall of guitars, finally settling on one that he thought would be a perfect fit for him, and then he walked over to the amp, plugged that bad boy in, and closed his eyes, pulling a pick that he always kept in his pocket.
It didn't take him long to get the feel of this guitar, though he purposely made a point not to look at the price tag. He'd never be able to afford it, but he wasn't here to shop. Once dialed in, he began to play. He didn't sing this time, just let the guitar do the talking. Despite it being a small building, the acoustics in there were actually pretty great.
He never once opened his eyes, but as the music filled the room, he could already feel everything that weighed him down starting to fall off. Acoustic guitars weren't good for stress relief; they didn't have volume buttons. They were too mellow. Dante needed something with a little edge to it, that always rested below the surface, yet ready to come out swinging.
Something sort of like him. He ripped through the solo, and finished out the song strongly, almost forgetting he was playing in the middle of a shop. But when his eyes opened after playing that final note, he was sporting quite the genuine smile.
"Hey, anything is possible," he said with a smirk and a shrug.
And then she was grabbing his hand, and a marker?!? She wrote her number on his hand...that, he could say had never happened before. At least not to him. It was....kind of neat. "Oh, your phone should be fine. Happened to mine dozens of times, and it still works," he said with a slight chuckle.
"I'll be sure to give you a call," he said, standing to his feet as he held his hand to her. He was at least going to show her the door before she left. And once he led her there, he stopped and looked up at her. "You have a good night, okay? This was fun." Then he leaned in and let his lips meet hers again, still slow, but still as passionate a good bye as any.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 31, 2018 21:25:52 GMT -6
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Honestly this was a pretty big step for Dante, but he'd never really admit. Hell, he was actually still looking for only one thing, except now it was likely going to take a second date.
And again, she was smiling, but this time, unknowingly, he smiled back. A genuine, albeit unconscious smile. "Yeah...it really has. Maybe we can do this again sometime," he said with a slight twinkle in his eye as the smile dropped back to his normal neutral expression.
He leaned back against the couch, propping his feet up on the crate again as he rested his arms behind his head and thought a moment. That really was nice, though he didn't like the warm, fuzzy, fluttery feeling that gave his stomach. It was weird.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 31, 2018 19:45:36 GMT -6
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Dante smiled, nodding. He took note to admire the view as she rolled her shoulders and stretched before playing. Honestly, he liked that she was well toned. It proved that she was able to handle herself.
"Well, I normally say ladies first, but I'm a little bit out of practice and could probably use all the help I can get," he said with a smirk as he looked her over before eyeing the pool table, measuring his shot. Once he got comfortable with the cue in his hand, he took position, leaning over(and possibly taking a little longer to aim, just to give her ample chance to get a view) and finally getting the angle he liked.
After a moment, he took his shot, the cue making decent contact with the cue ball and making a rather solid break. But nothing sunk. A few came close, but hey, he was still knocking off the rust. Besides, win or lose, he really didn't mind this time.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 31, 2018 19:35:53 GMT -6
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Just as he was starting to get used to this, she pulled back, and her grip loosened. So, his did the same, just out of response. Was he disappointed? Yeah, but he knew it was coming, eventually. After all, she said no to the sex, and he respected that, as much as he didn't like it. And obviously going slowly didn't lead her to change her mind.
So, as their lips parted, and her grip loosened, so did his, and his hands returned to set in his lap. "Well, nonetheless it was a damn good time," he said with a slight smile and that signature shrug.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 31, 2018 12:39:01 GMT -6
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Dante could get used to that grin. Well, he was probably going to see more of it, since he was going to do some more work on her. He followed her back to the table, where she promptly took care of the check and tip. That was unexpected, but welcome. He wasn't about to argue with it, anyway. He did make note of the generosity he was seeing though. First him, then the waitress. There was a shortage of that in the world; part of why he hated most people.
When they made it to the pool tables, he hung his jacket next to hers then spent a few minutes picking out his own cue. "I think I'll take stripes," he said after thinking a few moments. Everybody seemed to like solids, but he was different.
He leaned against the wall, his jacket slung over his shoulder as he surveyed the room. It was fairly busy, plenty of people milling about, drinking, playing....exactly what you'd expect. Lately when he went to these kinds of places, he went alone, but it was nice to be able to say that he was waiting on his date. Not that anyone would ask what he was doing outside the bathrooms. This was New York; nobody really cared what you were doing as long as you weren't bothering them.
After a few moments, Kitra returned and asked had he decided yet. He noted the tone of her voice, and that pretty much solidified his decision. "Yep. I decided on pool," he said simply. Sure, he was bound to lose, but he was certain to get an even better view of her while playing, so it all worked out for the best.
He tensed slightly as her arms tightened around him, but it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He kept his arms wrapped around her even as he pulled away to look at her. He'd started to say something, but then she was kissing him again. So, he didn't fight it; he simply returned the kiss.
However, it was sort of confusing him. She'd said to go slowly, and yet she was perfectly fine with making out like teenagers. Who was to say how long that would even last? Honestly, he didn't know, but he wasn't exactly complaining. This was still rather nice, after all.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 30, 2018 12:38:43 GMT -6
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Slow....wasn't Dante's forte. Not in the slightest. He didn't really have the patience for it. But nonetheless, this was nice.
With his hand free, he moved that hand to tangle in her hair, his other hand running the length of her back. This was still looking to be a pleasant ending to an otherwise rather boring and mundane kind of day.
After a few moments, he pulled back from the kiss, still holding her as he looked her in the eyes. He had to admit this was quite enjoyable. Even if this was all that happened.
Dante hadn't expected this. He'd expected her to leave, but part of him was glad she hadn't. He'd have gladly settled for a light makeout session, which was somehow okay on the first date, but sex wasn't. Morals are weird; this why he didn't have many.
Besides, her sticking around did mean there was still a chance at the second date. And then he'd have a shot, right? As long as that wasn't something she saved for her boyfriend, or something. Either way....this was nice. Unexpected, but nice.
His arm wrapped around her, resting on her middle back as he continued the kiss, sliding a little closer closer to her.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 29, 2018 17:27:31 GMT -6
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He was silent, but with good reason. Maybe the only reason he had asked her out on this date was an attempt to get lucky. But as he sat down on the couch, he just sort of looked at the TV, expecting her to get dressed and leave.
But she didn't. She came back out to him, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal a tank top, and then took his hand. Her voice was soft, but he heard what she was saying. Dante nodded, his face more or less deadpan as he looked at her.
