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.
Sara’s temper didn’t normally flare up like this. In fact it was shocking even her that she chose to pin her comrade against the tree like this. And why did he have to smell so much like horse? Sara’s mind flashed back to her trip to Canada, with Raina, Luke, Sam, and Neveed where she had undertaken a vision quest and a white horse had come to her.
Then the azure eyes that were so different from hers in nature that they were even colored with colors that were on the opposite side of the color wheel. Complimentary colors, and yet Sara’s first reaction to the man with a horn sticking out of his head was far from giving him a compliment.
“The tree that cannot bend with the wind breaks, Miss Sara. Many battles have been lost because generals cannot adapt their plan.”
“True.” Sara paused. Her eyes flicked up to the tip of Sebastian’s horn again then right back into his complimentary eyes. “But trees can also bend too far, and uproot themselves.” Then Sebastian continued, As if he knew exactly who Sara was and that just made her feel like her skin was still steaming as she forced her ire back down.
”……--- I don't suppose you've ever heard of Achilles; he thought he could survive any hit, too.”
“Children of the blood” Sara mumbled, softly, remembering back to her recent trip to Egypt, where she met a time traveler, who told her of the factual secret that some legends about gods, fairy tails, or beliefs were true. “I’m not like Achilles at all.” Not that this guy would really know what he was talking about. Did he even know that the myth he spoke of was more than a story but a memory of a mutant in history. Ha! Definitely not!
That’s the thing. Sara knew she wasn’t invincible. About a month ago, she had gotten shot in the head, and she was convinced that if someone wasn’t there to keep her heart pumping and air in her lungs, she’d now be dead. Nothing more than the memories of people that they were trying to help now, and less than the memories of the legends, because in this day and age, the person had no respect for the people like her. Who looked like her, and because of that, might of needed some help finding respect for themselves and to make matters even worst, she’d been nearly killed by a cripple.
Sara, the creature, the WereCat of New York City, had been beaten in an instant, but a cripple with a breathing problem that wheezed so loud, Sara could hear his breaths a block away. She should have heard the attack coming. She should have been fast enough to duck, or strong enough to break Rupert’s gun arm but for that moment, Sara wasn’t. Sara knew that she was far from being invincible. However she also knew that she had more of a survival chance against a hit. Sara wasn’t invincible but she tried so hard to be tough. To put up a physical front, and a mental one.
“and what about you? Do you think you can survive anything?” Sara was calming down but her jaw was still tight as she dropped the hold on Sebastian’s shirt just as she was hearing Lee and Tarin coming up. Oh good. They weren’t following complete plans either. Or maybe they just needed to plan better.
"Are you two alright?"
Sara’s eyes rolled and she shoved away from Sebastian. “We’re Peachy.” Just Freakin’ peachy!
“Here Lee. There’s two live men here who hadn’t had a chance to use up a lot of energy.” Sara said taking in what Sebastian had just confirmed for her. “And there’s a third over there on the other side of the tree. Sill alive. Don’t go into the brush over there.” Sara nodded where the ghosts’ victim had been dragged and there was a trail in the ground, from his feet. Could Tarin see the dead soldier yet or did that spirit stuff take time? Sara wondered.
Ok. Work time again.
Sara kept her ears open for more possible attacks. Mean while she collected her throwing knife from one of the men’s hands, cleaned the blade on their clothing then replaced it where it belonged at the back of her belt. Next Sara grabbed the riffles and tossed one to Tarin, and one to Lee. “It’s probably best these men don’t have these, should they wake up too early.” The gun from the first soldier Sara encountered was thrown to Sebby. She’d move to retrieve the gun from the dead soldier in a moment. And anything Sara found as she quickly riffled through the men’s pockets was pocketed by her. Including a few rolls of Columbian paper currency.
Posted by Sebastian on May 17, 2009 18:11:39 GMT -6
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>>>“Children of the blood,”
She whispered so softly Sebastian almost thought he had heard her wrong. That was a phrase he hadn't heard in a very, very long time. How did that find it's way to the tip of the puma woman's muttering tongue?
>>>“I’m not like Achilles at all.”
Sebastian held his own tongue silent. If she needed to have the last word, she could have it. Sebastian was the only person alive that had met them both and could honestly weigh the similarities and differences between the personalities of a modern mutant cat woman and an ancient weak ankled warrior. Not that it made any difference.
>>>“And what about you? Do you think you can survive anything?”
Sara was cooling off at least a little now and finally let go of his shirt. Sebastian stepped nimbly around her and made his way over to the first of the prone mercenaries, removing his shirt and tearing it as he walked. Half of the shirt he threw back to the feline.
“Help me restrain them before they wake up,” only once his hands were at work binding one of their Columbian aggressors, did he answer her question. “I haven't found anything that could kill me yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will. When such a time comes that someone or something ends my life, I won't be too terribly disappointed to discover exactly what happens to spirits once they depart this realm.”
Was that morbid? In either case, it was the truth. He'd lived such a long time that he no longer feared to make the journey to the next plain of existence, or even to dissipate into oblivion as if he had never existed at all. There were still many things left on Earth for him to experience and there was more and more all the time; he'd never catch up enough to do all there was to do, to see, to learn. He had done more than his fair share, though, and death was just another new experience. It was a mystery he had yet to solve. It was an adventure that could lead him to meet his long lost loved ones or give him the eternal rest of blissful obliteration.
Sebastian looked up from knotting a strip of old shirt around the man's wrists when he heard Lee and Tarin approaching. They were not as quiet in the woods as the mercenaries had been. They did have the sense not to shout out and draw any other unwanted attention to their now-quiet little spot of the forest.
>>>"Are you two alright?"
>>>“We’re Peachy.”
If that wasn't sarcasm in Sara's voice, Sebastian would eat a hat. Preferably a straw one. He wondered how long she would stay upset at him. He nodded his agreement to at her statement, affirming that they were alive and unharmed.
To Tarin he added, “Your spirits seemed quite eager to help. I am glad they were fighting on our side this time.” As he moved to the next soldier to bind his arms with strips, Sara went around stripping them of their arms. Apparently her grudge would last at least long enough for her to throw a gun at him. He caught it, but he didn't want it. He had no use for a killing device. He'd hold it for her if that's what she wanted, but he wasn't going to shoot anyone with it.
“Lee,” he asked, still keeping his voice on the quiet end of the scale, “Will you be able to gain more energy from them if they are fully healed or does it make no difference for your ability? If you'd like me to heal them, I will do that right away so you can siphon from them.” Siphoning was what she had called it wasn't it? He thought so, but could have remembered it incorrectly, since the gunshots had quite distracted them right after she'd explained it.
Posted by Tarin Brooks on May 18, 2009 14:43:54 GMT -6
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What did he do? Tarin had to think for a moment how to explain exactly what had happened over the past few minutes in the jungle. He felt good, no great, about how things had gone. It had been bloody, and the soldier was most definitely dead, but that’s what happened when you tried to shoot Tarin Brooks or his crew. “Well, I held them back. All of them.” He said with another sudden grin, then sobered as he realized what exactly he was excited about. “I had all four of them. They were strong too Lee, and they wanted more. I held them back.” Tarin couldn’t hold back the pride at what he’d managed to do, he’d been right. After the coma his powers were stronger. He looked at Lee as they walked, and spoke quietly even thought he knew there weren’t any more soldiers in the area.
“I’ve been wondering ever since I came out of the coma…things felt a little different, but a situation never presented itself where I could actually test it out. I think I’m getting stronger, Lee.”
Tarin’s hushed voice was laced with excitement as were his eyes as he turned to look at his wife, “That was hard..that was really hard, but before the coma, there’s no way I could have done it. I had all four of them Lee…”
She asked if she even really wanted to know what happened and Tarin shrugged, his smile fading at the memories, “I could see some of what they were seeing this time too.” He added, then shook his head, “No, you probably don’t want to know what happened. We’re safe though.” That’s all Lee really needed to know, there was no point in outlining the gory details, and he was saved from further conversation on the topic by their stumbling upon the other two members of their party.
Sebastian was shirtless and Tarin looked at him with an odd look on his face. Hadn’t everything he and Lee had read said that doing that was a bad idea. Tarin sized the guy up, then shrugged, he was a terrible judge of size.
Sara didn’t seem happy, not at all if all the huffing around she was doing was any kind of indication. She pointed out that three of the four soldiers were living and in possession of loads of extra energy. Tarin glanced over at Lee and nodded his head, it would be helpful for her to have a little more energy. “That’s a good idea.” Tarin said in confirmation, “That way they’re not going to wake up five minutes after we walk away and go get help.” Tarin didn’t mention the fact that once unconscious the soldiers would be helpless against the wild animals in the jungle. He mentally shrugged again, that’s what you got.
Sara was bustling around, there was nothing else to call it, and as she collected this and that from the soldiers, Tarin turned to say something to Lee only to feel something hard hit him directly in the chest. It clattered to the ground and let off a burst of bullets into a nearby tree and Tarin turned wide eyes to the puma-girl.
“Are you freakin’ nuts?” he said incredulously as he stared at the gun, which was now laying harmlessly on the forest floor. “You’re going to kill someone tossing guns around like that. Not all of us are battle hardened militants.” He added, face hardening, “I’d be more likely to kill all of us before I hit anyone in a fight. I’ll stick with the spirits, thanks.”
Sebastian seemed to be in a slightly better mood than Sara and another look at his shirtless torso reminded Tarin of his earlier thought. Swinging his backpack from his shoulders, Tarin opened it and rummaged around for a minute before finding the shirt he was looking for and straightening and holding it out in Sebastian’s direction. It was similar to the one he was wearing and would leave Tarin with only one spare shirt, it didn’t matter though, their healer shouldn’t have to deal with the bloodsuckers anymore than anyone else, especially since he’d used his shirt to restrain the baddies.
“You’re going to get eaten alive by bugs if you run around like that, I don’t know if this will fit you, but you can at least try it.”
Sebastian was talking about Lee’s powers now, and Tarin figured he’d let her answer for herself. Besides, he had more pressing matters to deal with, considering what the spirit had told him…oh yeah, the spirit.
Tarin turned a full circle, his eyes finally landing on the woman as he came around a second time, “There you are…” He said, then looked around the small clearing. “Here?”
The woman nodded, ”The graves were shallow.” she said, moving to crouch by a pile of brush and reaching out as if to move it. Subconsciously Tarin fed her enough energy to easily do so and she moved the brush. It was only a few inches down in the mulchy leaf-litter that the bones became visible. Tarin approached and looked down, there wasn’t much left. “This is enough?” he said, frowning slightly.
The woman simply nodded, looking sagely down at the ground as her companions materialized around her. ”It’s enough. We were never strong enough to come here on our own, and now that we’ve at least avenged ourselves to some small degree we can rest. Thank you and thank you to your friends.”
They were strong now, Tarin could feel the power pulsing through them as he stood, staring. He was pretty sure that the others would be able to see them, even if he wasn’t linked to them or making them corporeal. This had never happened before, and Tarin was admittedly a little afraid. The spirit’s forms grew in intensity until they were nearly glowing and Tarin had to squint to see them despite his sunglasses, then there was a flash of light and a whoosh of air almost like a shockwave.
“Woah.” Tarin said, looking around to find Lee, wherever she was. “That…never happened before. I guess they went…wherever it is you go when that happens.”
Tarin looked, sounded, so proud of what he had done. Not only had he actually been able to give all four of the spirits that much energy, but they'd done as he asked them to, and then he was able to pull the energy back?
Lee's eyes widened in realization as they walked. Tarin had been able to pull all that energy back, from four separate, strong spirits, when they had wanted more. If he could do that, if he was able to pull that energy back like that now, Tarin might never again merge with a spirit. Hell, he might never have to merge again, if he could figure out how to hold that energy in .
Before she was able to voice these thoughts to Tarin, he was informing her that no, she did not want to ask what exactly the spirits did, and then they were walking up to their companions.
All of whom thought it was a great idea for her to siphon from the soldiers. From the moment that that idea was put forth to her, Lee just stood there staring at the two unconscious soldiers. Staring at them until Tarin agreed that it was a good idea.
Tarin did have a point, though. If she were to siphon from them, at least they would know that these soldiers wouldn't simply wake up in five minutes; it would take at least a few hours before they regained enough energy to wake up again.
"If I don't take too much," Lee whispered as she looked over at her husband. He knew that she had issues with siphoning, knew that she didn't like doing it. He knew that she was only just coming to terms with it when she siphoned from people who knew about what she did and were ok with her doing it.
"They're already unconscious," Lee continued, still looking at Tarin, still speaking directly and only to him in a whisper. "I never know how much I can take when you're unconscious."
Next thing she knew, out of the corner of her eye, Lee saw something flying toward Tarin, hit him in the chest, and suddenly gunshots were ringing out again. Lee jumped about a foot in the air, then turned to look at Sara who was tossing another gun, in her direction this time, even as Tarin was...well, not yelling at her, his tone wasn't that loud, but that seemed to be the intention behind the words.
Lee, at least, was able to catch the gun Sara threw at her, though she didn't feel much more comfortable with it than Tarin appeared to be. At least hers didn't go off. Still, at least if she had had something like this in her hands when they were hiding in the brush, they might have stood a chance had soldiers run into them.
But then Lee heard Sebastian speaking to her, and so she finally turned her head to look at him. "I really don't know," Lee admitted after a moment's thought. Had she really noticed a difference in the energy she had siphoned from Tarin the various times he was physically hurt or not? "I don't think it'll really make all that much difference," she finally told him. Sure, she might get that little bit extra energy if they were healed, but at the same time Lee wasn't entirely sure how much energy was completely safe for her to take anyway, so why bother healing these men?
They did have a bit of a point about her siphoning, though, didn't they? If she siphoned from them, they wouldn't have to worry about the soldiers waking up and following them soon, or going to get reinforcements. And, if she had already siphoned from them, Lee would have had the energy to move fast enough to get Tarin out of the way of the gun Sara had thrown at him; she hadn't known what it was until after it had hit him, after all.
So, with a frown on her face, Lee moved forward toward the soldiers. Taking a deep breath, she reached out to the first soldier and started to siphon, watching carefully for any sign that it was getting to the point where she had to stop. She hated siphoning from people who were unconscious, she never knew when to stop.
Then Lee saw a shape suddenly appear out of the corner of her eye. Looking over, she saw the spirits standing over by Tarin again. Glowing, brighter and brighter as each second passed. Pulling her hand back, Lee just sat there and stared at the scene unfolding in front of her. And then in a flash of light and a whoosh, they disappeared.
"So, it actually worked?" Lee asked, confused and surprised, as she stood up again. Though she'd only siphoned from one of the soldiers so far, that still gave her too much energy to simply want to crouch there without moving.
“Right.” Sara said as she took the other half of Sebastian’s shirt and used her thumb claw to skillfully cut a strap like piece of cloth, twist it like a rope, and use that side to restrain the second man that had gone down. That was before she started collecting the various items from the men. Mean while she listened to Sebastian. “My body only heals it’s self. It’s not even something I can turn on and off.” Some power for a team. Sara almost never worked well with others, but when she did, she put herself on the front line.
She let Sebastian finish what he had to say, looking at his curiously. Under any other circumstances or spoken any other way, Sara would have found his words very morbid. She would have scoffed at him for his ignorance but being that he was a healer as well, and listening to his heart, she believed him. That he was a rare one that really knew about this curiosity and she caught her curious eyes lingering for a second too long on his skin that had been under his shirt. Visible even more so now that he was without it. She’s only ever seen skin that light and colorless on people who were forced to not see the sun. and even then, the skin looked thin, or sunken in. like those fish that survive in caves. Sara mentally shrugged, associating the color of Sebastian’s skin with what ever the rest of his mutation was. It felt good to just keep working and moving. Sara was finally feeling herself cool off when she tossed Tarin the gun and it went off, having hit the ground.
“Are you freakin’ nuts?”
Her ire rose again, with her pulse giving an extra thump against her inner ear. “Yeah. I probably am!” Her eyes squeezed shut with her ears pinned back, having jumped from the gun fire and thinking she’d missed someone who had been sneaking up on the group.
“You’re going to kill someone tossing guns around like that. Not all of us are battle hardened militants.”
Sara’s lips tightened. “Excuse me for thinking a grown man had more hand eye coordination than a two year old.” Sara turned to face Tarin and strolled over, scooping the riffle up and holding it out in front of Tarin. It might have been considered mocking him the way she was acting, but she was after all… Ticked. “Would you please hold this, and carry it.”
“I’d be more likely to kill all of us before I hit anyone in a fight. I’ll stick with the spirits, thanks.”
“So long as this isn’t left here.” Sara said. She was trying to be calm and collected with Tarin, but it was so difficult to hold back her natural attitude. “I don’t expect to have to use a gun, or have you use it, but I’d prefer not to leave it here where it could end up being used against us. Share the load. Got it?”
And then Tarin was looking around again. You know those people that when you’re talking to them they just won’t look you in the eye? Ugh. Sara sighed. She reminded herself that he was able to see things she couldn’t but it was still one more thing Sara found to tick her off. Sara tried following Tarin’s eyes but saw nothing at first. In the time it took to drop her eyes squeeze them and rub them, the figures had taken on shape like before. When Sara looked up again, she froze, not exactly sure what she should be thinking, but her curiosity wondered what was running through Sebastian’s head, after their short conversation.
One thing that Sara didn’t have to think about was how it felt. She felt good to see the spirits go and what Tarin had just said confirmed that they were indeed gone. He’s the only one of them who would know. “How long do you think it will be before we can move on again?” Sara asked the group. She knew she could keep moving but she had no idea if the others needed things like water or a food break.