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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Her shocked mind tried to comprehend what was going on. Her scream had died in her throat as soon as Nate had grabbed the spider. However, she felt her scream just waiting to come out. Then, he was chastising the spider.
'What is going on?'[/color] she asked herself.
Nate was placing the spider on the ground, a leash connecting the two. Her mind put two together. The spider was his pet. The spider was Parker.
>>"I'm real sorry. He didn't hurt you or nothing, right?"
'What?'[/color] Sarah asked herself. 'Is he serious?'[/color]
Sarah's mind was screaming at her to run, but her body wouldn't move. There seemed to be a problem with the connection between her brain and her body. It was a slow process to get feeling back in her body, but she did it. She got her body back under control of her brain.
"I think I'm alright," she whispered when she had her voice back. "That's Parker?" She cringed inwardly. She had meant it to be a statement, but somehow it came out as a question.
I know it was already decided that Sarah was going to be with Celeste, but I just wanted to state: I am so EXCITED for this! I'm happy I came when I did so that I didn't miss this awesomeness ^_^
A throaty laugh assaulted Sarah's ears as she watched her father laugh with Eric. Her father's head was thrown back as he laughed. His shaggy dark blonde hair was waving in the wind his movements created. Eric stood beside him, watching their father laugh as well.
Sarah glanced over at her mother to see her smiling softly. Her mother's smile made the young woman realize that her parents were alone. Eric had moved out of home before Sarah finished high school. He was living in Southern California. She, herself, had moved away from home. Her parents were the only ones left in her childhood home.
'I wish I could visit more often, but that would defeat the purpose of me moving to the other end of the country. I don't wanna stick my Mom and Dad's side for the rest of my life. That's not how I want to live my life.'[/color] Sarah looked at her aging parents with sorrowful eyes. 'Though, a few more visits a year won't hurt.'[/color]
With a sad smile, the youngest member of the family followed behind the others. The hike to their usual campsite would be over in another hour. The anticipation was steadily growing inside her. She always loved camping with her family. She was a little upset that she would leave in a week, but the trip was worth it to her.
The arrival of another person shocked the aspiring artist. She only noticed because of a few pigeons that had been sitting on the ledge had flown off. The disturbance caused Sarah to pause in her work. There was a slight fear that ran through her, but she stilled it. With a quick glance over her shoulder she saw that the door to the roof was still closed.
"Hello?" she called out quietly. "Is anyone there?"
With slow movements she stood up from her seat on the rooftop. She turned towards the area the pigeons had flown from. It was hunters knowledge that the birds flew away from danger. She waited as calmly as she could to find out who was there.
With a happy sigh, Sarah moved slowly off the plane that had taken her to the airport where her family was waiting. She was excited to see her family again. It was the perfect time too. They were having their annual camping trip and Sarah was happy her parents were paying for her plane ride. There was no way she had the money for the round trip.
Once she was off the plane she headed straight to the exit. She only carried two bags. Her purse and her carry on. She had been able to get everything she needed for her trip in one bag. She blamed it on spending so much time with her brother.
'I've been blaming Eric for a lot of things lately,'[/color] she told herself. 'Oh well, that's what a little sister's for: annoying her brother.'[/color]
"Hey! There you are!" she heard her brother's voice yell out.
Sarah smiled widely as she turned around. She could see her tall brother running towards her. His skin was darker than hers and his almost blonde hair was long enough to be put in a ponytail. He had full green eyes, as apposed to her mostly brown ones. He was wearing a loose tee, worn jeans, and scuffed hiking boots.
To her, he looked exactly the same as she had left him.
With a running start, the brunette ran for her brother. When she got close enough she jumped up. Eric easily caught her and hugged her to him. They stayed like that for a bit before he put her on her feet.
"We need to get going. Mom and Dad are waiting in the car," Eric told her.
She nodded and picked up her fallen dufflebag. When she was ready, she and her brother headed to the parking lot, where the rest of her family was waiting.
Sarah noticed that the male across from her was focused on her again. It looked like he was almost forcing himself to keep his eyes on her. The action was a little unnerving, but she figured he had his reason.
>>“Well if he doesn’t belong here then he probably means trouble… So unless there is another way to the kitchen than through that door he is leaning against, I suggest you wait here.”
And there was his reason. She smiled softly. "There's a back door, but I don't think either of us can get to it. Not from here."
She could see his eyes land back on the survey in front of her. She still had about half to go and she knew she'd need to finish it.
>>“I reckon that he has spotted our not so discreet glances by now and just strolling past him would not go well.”
She nodded at that. She knew he was right. Instead of looking back up, like her mind wanted, she went back to writing in the answers. She was in the middle of one when a thought came to her.
"It would look bad if I didn't go get your meal," she stated. "I'd have to go past him to get it one way or another."
She wanted to get some help. She knew that she'd have to go past him eventually. He didn't seem ready to leave, and it would seem weird if the male across from her left before eating.
Sarah watched the two men glance behind them when they heard a hiss. The sound just caused the twenty-three year old to smirk. 'Sounds like she's okay. Good. Would've sucked if all that was for nothing.'
"I'd take my wounded and go,"[/color] Sarah paused and nudged the unconscious man with the bat, "if I were you."
One of the men walked forward and slung his friend across his shoulders. His movements were slow and jerky, like he was afraid of being attacked. He was right to be though. Sarah wasn't afraid of knocking him out if she had to. When he had his friend situated, the other started to drag them back the way they came.
The brunette figured they'd have to pass her new friend on their way out, so she relaxed her stance. She let go of the bat with her left hand, so that it was only in her right, and just stood there, waiting for them to leave. When they were long gone from her brown gaze, she fell to her knees. The bat rolled off to the side somewhere, but she was more focused on figuring out the damage done to her shoulder.
"Thanks," Sarah said aloud. She touched her shoulder and found that the top of her shoulder was grazed. The pain was worse than the actual injury. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come when you did. Thank you for that."
Sarah was shocked he was okay with it, though she may have just shocked him. She could see his shock, but he still handed her the sketchpad. With a soft smile she took the pad in her hands.
>>“I’m not trying to draw this church.”
She nodded as she looked at the picture. It looked like the base of one of the columns. There were other markings on top of the base. It took a moment for her to realize what he had been doing.
"You're using this church as a base, aren't you?" she looked up at him from the sketchpad. "This is helping you put your ideas down, right?"
She could remember doing something similar when she was starting out. However, she had used her brother as her base and then created what her mind had pictured as one of her tribe's gods. She had edited the picture a lot, but back then she couldn't draw a humanoid to save her life.
Looking back at the drawing she found there was an almost sinister quality to what would be done. However, she pulled her mind from the angelic things her mind saw in the church she had been working in. She then looked at the picture with a new light. There were some things she questioned, but she figured the teen was still working on the final project.
"This looks really good to me. I like how you've been able to turn it into something dark. Seems you have a very good imagination," she told him as she handed the pad back to him.
My only thing to say about this is that I believe that each thread occurred the way they were created. This means that my threads are in order of when started. Solos are my exceptions.
Sarah walked as quickly as she could to the coffee shop she usually went to on her days off, if she didn't go to the park. She pushed some of her wet hair out of her face as she opened the door. As she entered, she tried to get as much of the rain water out of her hair as she could. She tossed her drenched hair over her shoulder as she waded through people to the counter.
"Hi, Jessica," Sarah greeted the teen at the counter. "Can I have the usual?"
The dark skinned woman turned around to watch the unusually large crowd. She knew that most of them were seeking shelter from the rain. The coffee shop usually only had a few people milling around whenever Sarah visited.
She couldn't really blame the crowd of people. The rain came at the lunch rush and people wanted to stay dry before they headed back to work. The twenty-three year old could pick out a few of her regular customers and some of her coworkers in the crowd.
When Jessica came back with her Caramel Hot Chocolate, Sarah smiled and paid the girl the correct amount, plus some for Jessica's college fund. With her drink in hand, Sarah looked around for a empty table. Luckily she found one that seated two that wasn't occupied.
Taking a sip of her drink, Sarah started to watch the people around her. 'Such a stormy day. I wonder when it'll let up. I might like this place, but I don't wanna be stuck here with all these people,'[/color] Sarah froze as she realized her thoughts.
"The rain is making me feel mean," she mumbled to herself.
With a sigh she started to watch the rain fall onto the window to her left. Her body was facing the door, but Sarah didn't want to watch people at the moment. Instead she picked up the forgotten newspaper off the table. Pulling out the needed portion, she started searching for a new job.
It wasn't that she didn't like her job. No, she liked her job just fine. It wasn't what she wanted from life and she did want to get paid more. She also wanted her Fine Art degree to get some recognition. Her waitressing job did not do that. She hoped she might be able to find something while she waited for the shop to loose the crowd.
Suddenly, the men weren't so focused on her. Sarah's mind tried to work out what happened. The confused woman turned her head a little to see the person who had been at the other end of the alley. They were female, she was sure of that. She was also fighting the men.
Sarah's mostly brown eyes took in the feet of her rescuer as they were dug into two of the men, the ones that had been carrying the blunt objects. The female rescuer was reaching for the man with the gun. Sarah took in the bright red liquid as it spilled from the cut on his face.
>>“Run!”
Sarah was shoved out of her thoughts. 'Why aren't I running?'[/color]
>>“Get out of here, now. Go! I got ‘m!”
That got Sarah moving. The half blooded woman struggled to her feet before racing towards the end of the alley, the side she had been heading towards. She could feel sharp pain running through her body every time she moved her left arm.
Sarah's adrenaline pumped through her. She suddenly heard a distinct CLICK. She slid to a stop and turned around. One of the men had another gun. She noticed he was lining up a shot before she raced back towards them.
The other woman was running in the opposite direction and Sarah knew she hadn't seen the second gun. As Sarah ran, she picked up the bat that had been thrown. When she got close enough, she swung the bat and hit the man in the side of his head. There was still a loud BANG that scared Sarah, but she couldn't pay attention now that the other two men were focused on her.
The man she had hit was unconscious, for the time being. The other two men were now focused on her. Their eyes were filled with bloodlust. Sarah gripped the bat in her hands. Her shoulder didn't feel as painful as before, but it still hurt to move it.
"Come and get me," she hissed. Absentmindedly, she changed her stance to allow her to kick them if they came too close. All she needed was an opening and she would get herself out of the alley.
Sarah sat down with ease. She actually felt like her feet were killing her. She was still getting used to working in heels. After taking his pen, she started filling in the easier questions. As she did she listened, though half-heartedly, to the male across from her. She felt herself smile as he told her that purple would have been fine.
"Better to be safe than sorry," Sarah smiled. She gave more attention to him, so that she wouldn't be rude.
>>“I’m a sociology student.”
She smiled widely at him. It was shocking to hear him say that. 'I almost was a sociology student. Strange how I could have been in his shoes if Brother hadn't told me I was a good artist.'[/color] Sarah mentally shook her head to keep her mind focused.
>>"“Umm, Have I done something to bother your colleague? He’s been staring a hole in my back for a while now.”
Sarah looked over to the kitchen door. The waiter was still watching him. Now though, she could see a hatred in his eyes that wasn't just directed at her customer. She could feel the anger coming towards her now, but she wasn't too sure as to why.
The brunette shook her head sadly. "Sorry, I don't know. I'm still new and learning everyone's quirks. However," Sarah paused as she caught another waitress giving the male by the kitchen a strange look, "I honestly don't think he works here. If you want I can go ask the chef; he knows every one of the staff."
Sarah felt her heart leap into her throat. The three men were getting closer now. She noticed that they were taking their time walking to her. The dark skinned woman pushed off the ground with her hands, putting her upper body vertical.
'Three baddies on one end. Something else on the other,'[/color] Sarah thought. 'I think I'll take my chances with the something.'[/color]
With that thought, Sarah stood to her feet. She was shaky and the men were getting closer, but she needed to make it. She wasn't going to get mugged, or worse, in an alley in New York City. That was not on her agenda.
With one last look at the three men, Sarah turned and ran towards the other end of the alley. She vaguely realized she must look funny to anyone watching, since she was running back and forth. As she ran she realized that her body was finally shooting adrenaline into her body.
"Where ya goin', babe?" she heard one of the men called out.
The frightened woman just kept running. She knew that's what they wanted, but she needed to get away.
"Come back, baby!" another of the men shouted.
"Yeah we just want some fun!"
Sarah huffed as she reached what she estimated was the halfway match of the alley. As she blew out some air, she heard a loud BANG. She cried out as she felt something slice into her shoulder. The pain was so much that she fell to the ground. While she tried to get her bearings she recognized the sound of footsteps, loud and fast.
"Awe, did the poor baby fall?" she heard one of the men coo at her.
"Want some help, babe?" another asked before she felt a foot connect with her ribs. The force wasn't enough to crack them, but a few more of those might do the trick.
Sarah tried to focus on getting on her feet, but her body was in shock. Her brain processed this information and she sighed. She was going to leave the alley far worse than she was already. A vague thought swept through her mind. 'If I'd just helped that person before.'[/color]
After a nap, Sarah woke with the urge to do something artsy. Not one to stop herself, she picked up her art supplies bag and carried it up the two flights of stairs to the rooftop. Upon arriving in New York City and finding her apartment, she came upon a great view that her apartment building's roof gave. It was challenging for her, considering she always had trouble with shadows.
The scene her was sketching was of the buildings surrounding her. Some lights gave way to details she could add, though most lights were off, causing shadowed areas for her to practice with.
With her sketchpad in one hand and a piece of charcoal in the other, she started working on her shadow skills. As she sketched, she found herself thinking of different people she had seen after coming to the Big Apple. There were many she saw whom had hid themselves from the world, their emotions locked away. Others wore masks of people who others thought they were. She very rarely encountered someone whom let their emotions run on the surface without a filter.
"Guess I'm a little homesick," Sarah stated to the air. "I blame my brother... No reason to, but I will."
Sarah laughed to herself for her actions. When her bought of laughter ended, she got back to her charcoal sketch.