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 nodded. Sure he realized he didn't need to grope every girl he kissed, but honestly, what was the point of that? Made things more fun. Especially considering he wasn't looking for a relationship right now.
And then when he returned from fetching her clothes, she kissed him again. It was quick and innocent, but it was still a kiss.
"All things considered, probably," he said lightly, shrugging a bit. She stood up and he put his feet on the crate that was his coffee table. Though he did notice her hesitation. That was...interesting.
Those few moments just looking at each other seemed to drag on forever. He didn't regret anything. Not at all.
It'd been awhile for her too, yet she was more hesitant than he. Dante guessed it had to do with that 'good girl' vibe he picked up.
"Well, yeah. Seemed like a fitting thing to do," he said with a shrug. With that, he looked at the time on his phone and stood up to go to the closet that was his laundry room. When he emerged, he was carrying her clothes.
"There you go. They're nice and warm now," he said, sitting back down. Though he was still wishing he could have warmed her up.
She was kissing him back, which was a good start. The kiss itself was actually quite tender and sweet, especially as he felt her hand on the side of his neck. It sent little chills up and down his spine as he closed his eyes.
But then she was suddenly pulling back and pushing him away; her face about as red as that manager's face had been earlier. Though this wasn't anger. At least, he didn't think so. She had moved back from the kiss, but not away. Honestly the smoke manipulator didn't know what that meant. She was flushed, and his face was just sort of static, not really showing one emotion or another. Though inside he was somewhat confused.
And she never broke eye contact. These were the situations that were pretty hard to read. "Too far?" he asked, scooting back just a little bit, deciding maybe it'd be suitable to share just a little bit of information. Get her to sympathize with him. "Sorry about that. It's somewhat been awhile since...you know, the divorce and all," he said, not breaking eye contact as he spoke, but his expression did falter a little bit.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 28, 2018 20:38:57 GMT -6
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He smiled as they sat together on the couch, and he flipped on the smaller than usual television, then handed her the remote. "Might as well keep ourselves entertained while your clothes get done," he said with a small shrug, sliding slightly closer to her. She'd put on a sitcom. Not his first choice, but he really didn't mind. Besides, he wasn't planning on just watching TV. Unless of course for whatever reason she didn't want anything to do with this.
He watched for several minutes, sliding a little closer. Finally, he leaned in, letting his lips meet hers in a kiss, not too forceful, but not super gentle, just sort of a middle-ground. As he did, his hand rested on her side, through the blanket as his hand slid slowly up her side, sneakily copping a feel of her chest as he kissed her.
Inside, he was bracing for a slap, but only time would tell.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 28, 2018 20:13:38 GMT -6
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He sat on the couch, pointing out the bathroom for her to use. And then moments later, she emerged wearing the blanket, and he assumed nothing else. Standing up, he took the clothes from her, then went to toss them in the dryer. They'd be nice and warm in no time. Though it was a nice gesture, it was safe to say Dante had ulterior motives. But he'd still just have to see how that played out, wouldn't he?
"Your clothes should be ready in half an hour to an hour," he said, looking at her with a slight grin. "Sorry I didn't anything else to wear...I don't even have a bathrobe..." he said with a slight shrug before sitting back down on the couch.
"Well, not counting the current situation....not a bad date, eh?" he said with a sly smirk.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 28, 2018 19:44:10 GMT -6
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Okay, it was damn cold. Especially while soaking wet. He just hoped neither of them got sick because of this. When she put her jacket back on, he removed her hand from his again, putting it around her waist instead, holding her close. "We'll stay warmer this way," he said as they walked briskly; luckily it was only a few blocks to his apartment.
Though warmth wasn't the only reason he had her this close.
Once they made it to his building, he led her inside, grabbing a towel for each of them before going into his bedroom, and then reemerging mostly dried off, wearing just a pair of jeans and a sleeveless red tee shirt that showed off his tattoos. "Well, I don't really have anything you can wear. Unless you think you could fit something like this," he said with a shrug before pulling out a blanket and setting it on the sofa. "It would be better to get those into the dryer though."
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 28, 2018 19:06:10 GMT -6
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"Good," he said without losing his signature grin. She was looking around quite a bit, though. "Well, trouble tends to follow me around, so you may want to get used to it," he said with a sly wink.
And then, he saw her looking past him, so he turned to look just in time to see the manager approaching. At that precise moment, alarm bells went off, and sprinklers on the ceiling activated, showering them and everyone in the restaurant in a mist of water. It was then that the manager put his hand on Dante's shoulder. "We have to evacuate the restaurant, as per fire alarm regulations. While we're all standing outside freezing I suggest you leave. And if you ever come back, I'll have you arrested. Both of you." His glance drifted to Zoe. "Get out. Now."
Smirking, Dante stood from his seat, offering Zoe his hand and leading her outside. "That wasn't too wild for you, was it?" he asked with a smirk, and then let out a string of curses as he felt the cold air on his dripping wet skin. "Good thing my apartment's not far...we should head there and get dried off," he suggested. Oh, he could make this work. For both of them.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 28, 2018 11:57:55 GMT -6
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He let her take a bite of his food, and apparently she thought the same of it. "Well, I think we have our decision, then...." he said with an almost evil smile.
And then there was a cloud of smoke hovering above their heads. He thought about blowing another one, but about that point there were audible gasps coming from tables around them. He leaned back with a smirk, waiting for the scene to unfold as the cloud of smoke began to expand and move slightly, snaking and forming as it drifted higher. But once it was about to the ceiling, he lost control of it, and it just did what smoke tended to do.
"Yeah, probably," he said with a smirk. "You're not afraid of that, are you?" he teased a little.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 28, 2018 11:48:03 GMT -6
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"Only time will tell," he said as he took another sip of his coke, a little gleam in his eye as he spoke. He hadn't flirted in quite some time; hell, flirting wasn't really his thing, but at the moment he was just feeding off of whatever she was giving him. If she wanted to be flirty, then he could play that game too.
Speaking of games, he was just given a choice: pool or arcade. And then she left him to decide, and of course he watched her as she left. That left him with a predicament. He was far better at videogames, and he hadn't played pool in a long time. But the situation was far more complex than just that.
Did he want to win, and possibly impress her? Or did he want to play pool, which offered far more chances to check out his date? Decisions, decisions, decisions. He finished his food, and waited for her to get back. He stood up and went to clean up a little himself. When done, he straightened his hair in the bathroom mirror, then stood outside, waiting for her. He was pretty sure he'd made his choice too, so he'd see how this worked.
Oh, it'd be different all right; Dante's musical preferences couldn't be described as serenading. Maybe if he just played without singing, it would come across as sweeter. Otherwise, he was liable to scare her off. Though her fondness of Duke made him...happy? His ex-wife never really liked Duke(hell, he was sure she never really liked him), and Duke never really let other people close enough to try to like him.
He didn't know anything about Indian food, but he didn't think it was supposed to look like that. He took a bite, but was missing that heat that he was told about. "I don't know....is Indian food supposed to taste like ****?" he asked, perhaps not as softly as he should have.
But her look settled it, and he got a more evil grin this time. He took a deep inhale, then exhaled through his nose, one thin stream of black smoke escaping from each nostril. They began to weave, cross over each other in sort of a double helix pattern for a little while, and then merged into one stream, snaking around his head as it spiraled up towards the ceiling and spread into a thin, black blanket hovering over their table.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 27, 2018 21:19:32 GMT -6
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Heh. So this was something neither of them did often. Interesting. "It was the smoke-trick, wasn't it?" he asked with a smirk. And then, not long after he'd removed his jacket, she was taking off her over-shirt. How many shirts did she have on? More importantly, how many of them would she be taking off throughout the course of the night? She was well built, and her choice of outfit complimented her figure quite well.
He chuckled at her question. "Well, normal for me. Though I do have to have smoke stored for me to be able to do it," He took a bite of his burger after answering her question, and took another drink of his soda. "While I'd normally be okay with risking getting thrown out of a joint for quote-unquote 'smoking,' this is one I'd like to come back to one day," he said with a mischievous grin. "Though I'd be happy to show you later."
He sat back in his chair, taking in the view of the woman across from him while he ate. The food really was good, better than he expected, though he usually had low expectations. Couldn't be disappointed that way, after all.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 27, 2018 21:07:54 GMT -6
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Dante found himself wondering what it was like to go through what she had. He had an idea; hell, he'd fought on his sister's behalf countless times growing up. And if he had a reason to, he'd just as quickly do it again. His was very easy to hide, if he so chose, though he wondered how tough of a time Zoe would have with that. Hearing constant chatter from animals had to get weird sometimes.
And then they were talking about a second date? Well, if everything goes well. So far, it wasn't bad at all, he thought. "I'll make sure to play a few then," he said with a shrug.
And then, they were looking at their food. "Well, I hope it's good, but at the same time...." he flashed her a mischievous look. He picked up his fork as well. "Well, either way, let's do this."
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 27, 2018 16:33:01 GMT -6
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Dante was in rare form tonight; maybe it was the fact that he'd been out of the dating game for so long, but he had been in a relationship for several years, and the divorce had finally been made official several months ago. In fact, he hadn't even planned on going out, but when a woman like Kitra wanted a date, then you took her on a date.
"Heh, I haven't actually eaten anything after work either. I mean, I made sure Duke was fed and taken care of, but I figured we'd grab something here," he said with a shrug. Honestly, he kinda missed what it was like, having a woman on his arm. They sat at a table towards the back, and he slid into his seat across from her. "I'll have a Coke, a bacon cheeseburger, and an order of onion rings," he told the waitress as she showed up.
"Most of 'em never ask," he said coyly, a sly smirk plastered across his face. But then, he became a little more sincere. "Nah; I actually haven't dated in quite some time," he said earnestly, giving another of his signature shrugs. He took a sip of his soda, then slipped his jacket off, revealing a black sleeveless shirt that also showed off his heavily tattooed arms. He wasn't overly athletic, but he was pretty well defined nonetheless.
"So what about you?" he asked. "You always ask out your tattoo artist, or am I just special?"
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 27, 2018 16:06:45 GMT -6
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He nodded. "After I discovered mine, I spent a lot of time playing with it. I had to learn exactly how to meld the smoke, what kind of control I have at what distances, that sort of thing. I can even slightly control the color," he explained.
Zebras. So she worked at the zoo. Or she was an African missionary. He hoped it was the first one. And she was smiling again. And offering to cook next time. Next time? Well, this was quite the surprise, wasn't it?
"That actually sounds like a good idea. And I can bring my guitar for afterwards. Or while you're cooking," he offered with a shrug.
Posted by Dante Schuyler on Mar 27, 2018 12:14:09 GMT -6
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Her power was interesting; most mutations were in some way or another. "So you can only talk to certain animals," he murmured, thinking on it. It was a little more detailed than his own, he thought. Though he purposed himself not to tell her how he'd discovered his power. That was for another day.
He too took a sip of his water, and looked across the table at her. "Well, we can do that some other time. I would like to see them though. May even give me something to go by; since I don't really do realistic stuff," he said with a slight shrug as he relaxed in his chair.
