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.
It was after hours. Cora wanted to know exactly how late it was, but that would mean also admitting how much she drank. If she thought about all the liquor she could end up throwing most of it up. She could hold her drink pretty well but all the moving and stress made her a little on the nauseous side.
When she noticed Sam was calling Evelyn she flinched. She knew how upset the kid was, and breaking into the zoo could easily be a cry for help.
"No trouble, just the Zoo... Did you know there is someone who gives animals mutant powers? There is a cat, and he was teleporting and... Wait, did Cora call you? No, you're with Cora? When did you get back?" Evelyn sounded a little accusatory, and Cora didn't blame her. They were both upset by everything, but their dysfunction little group needed time to iron out all these issues.
They got closer to the zoo and Cora thought she saw something prancing past in the dark. A cat? Was that the teleporting cat? Was Evelyn doing detective work at this hour? Well, detective work seemed better than practicing pyrotechnics but also, it was late.
Cora got to her feet glad she could at least walk still and wasn't too tipsy to go chase after the kid. Because chase was all too literal of a possibility with Evelyn. Cora focused on the thread, trying to ignore the way it flickered a little, sort of mimicking her inability to completely focus on one thing. Her kid, his kid, whose kid? She hardly knew anymore.
"How mad should you be? Depends on how well she is handling whatever problem she created... Definitely seems like the zoo, but what would she be doing at the zoo? She has all those guinea pigs, unless she wanted...she wouldn't try to get a larger pet, would she? Ugh, she was hanging around with that Elke person for awhile, I wonder if she got into the whole animals don't belong in zoos wagon. Even Evelyn knows they are dangerous though!" she was talking out loud as they crossed a road and tried not to stumble across the gutter. Depth perception, not 100% clearly.
Cora felt relieved by his admissions. Knowing she was at least beneficial set some of her anxiety at ease, even if her mind couldn't really let everything go in its current state. She was trying to get the threads to stop appearing randomly, but that may be just a problem the bar patrons would have to tolerate for a bit. At least until she sobered up. She felt tired more than angry now, but did chuckle at the idea of Sam revoking any of Evelyn's privileges."I'm not sure anyone really revokes Evelyn's privileges unless she wants them to. Maybe we need to give her more constructive outlets for things..."[/]
She paused, focusing on Evelyn's thread and muttering to herself. No, it definitely did not lead to the mansion tonight. What on earth was she getting into anyway?
"I wonder what she would be doing at a museum at this hour anyway. Or is there something near the museum ...zoo? No she wouldn't play in the zoo...." right?
Cora let the faint numbness shield her brain from some of the emotions. Others continued to swim around like a twisted cocktail she had tried to get away from. They both had baggage they didn't like to talk about. Cora was always trying to find ways to feel useful when her powers often seemed more cosmetic than anything. She could help Sam at night, cut some threads and make the threats go away. But he didn't always need to forget. That was just the easy way.
She looked at his hand, looked at the threads going this way and that. She looked at the thread linking to Evelyn, a sort of color that hadn't quite settled on a shade. She cared, she was uncertain, she didn't know how to meet what was being thrown at her.
Magic, fake lives, age changes, attacks, disappearances, her life had been chaos over the past year. ["I'm trying. I'm not...not always good at dealing with things. I get jealous and I get unhappy and... I know it's not easy I just... I don't want to be forgotten again. Not by you."[/]
She let herself smile a little at the image of Evelyn ever being given homework. She could run circles with any paperwork placed in front of her. Cora suddenly fumbled around, refund to remember where her phone was. She felt like there was something she needed to check on.
"Dang it, someone should check on her. I think she was trying to find another chemistry lab she could work in since she got kicked out of the school one... You don't think they would sell her anything too flammable without an adult do you ?"
Cora thought she should feel bad for attacking him. It was hard when she was having a battle in her own head as well. How do you tell someone it isn't their fault you don't feel good enough? She felt like she lost him once, got him back, and when he took off like this, she wondered if she would lose him again.
To be honest they both probably needed more therapy than the drinks they had set up on front of them. There were plenty of healthier relationships out there and there was sort of held together with some duck tape and incredible luck. Cora wanted to drown out how she felt, drown out the fears and irrational thinking so she could just be a normal person.
Then he talked about them and Cora stared at the cup again, feeling a spike of pain he probably didn't mean to send. "It doesn't just hurt you anymore... We know you can't forget them. But, damn it Sam I know I'm never going to be the person to help you recreate that perfect life. So I just keep sitting here wondering if I'm wasting your time with something that's hardly good enough. I'm never going to be the mom figure Evelyn probably needs. Hell I'll probably screw up her life more being around her. I'm the person you go to when you need to break into a building not do math homework...hell she doesn't need help with that but you understand. When you're on mission and I'm just... I'm just sitting here feeling pretty damn useless."
The liquor in Cora's system made it hard for her to exhibit restraint on her words. When she thought of Sam on the trip, jealousy was quick to show itself, especially when he mentioned experience. She frowned, "Ah well I guess that's something she'll always have I won't. Can't say I got the best cards when it came to mutations and being useful..."
It wasn't like her to admit defeat. She was always the one to try and prove herself. If someone told her she didn't belong, Cora would be the first on the trail anyway. But, relationships were the real problem. Sam knew if it was just a mission Cora would have driven her bike out there.
"Evelyn may have the powers to put the pieces together faster but we both know when you're running from something. We just...why can't we ever be good enough? How are we always losing to a family that isn't real...."
Maybe she want angry so much as hurt. She stared at her whisky but wasn't drinking it now. The bar tender nervously swatted at threads that flickered into existence then disappeared again. Cora's powers were a little spontaneous, making random threads appear and disappear across the bar like spider webs. Cora couldn't understand how threads leading to fake people tangled so badly with the real ones.
Cora considered being embarrassed for just a moment, but she was far too drunk for that. She lifted her head for a moment to look at the bartender and made a face at him, "Snitches get stitches!" she accused before turning and trying to focus on her boyfriend.
Damn, was he the one who was drunk or her? Looked like he had about the same day. Although, she wasn't bloodied up from a fight... yet. She looked down at her hand for a moment, self-consciously checking the thread lead to a real person. It was Sam. She was busted.
"Have enough of the snow? Decided to join the rest of us rejects?" she remarked. The tone came out catty, a side effect of the alcohol. Cora with a drink in her set her on edge, and it was probably a blessing she hadn't started a fight. She considered it. The bartender and her may have some words later. Although, he was supplying the whisky so he may survive for now.
She snatched the shot glass before anyone could think better of it and downed it. The bartender was forgiven for now.
"Your daughter has too many abandonment issues for you to do this to her, she found herself saying. Her mouth couldn't seem to find the filter it needed. Maybe she was just swinging at people verbally tonight.
Cora was fine, thank you very much. Just because she was downing enough whisky to throw a man twice her size on his back, and her mind felt like a broken record on repeat meant nothing. So what if her boyfriend was in the Arctic, with another woman. Coworker, to be fair, but still. That was fine. She was fine. She downed another glass and stared into the empty glass.
The staff at the bar had the owner's number but were hesitant to make the phone call. After all, what did you do when it was the owner's girlfriend downing all the profits? She seemed upset, but no one knew what to say or do.
They didn't need to help though. Cora was just A O K!
Evelyn wasn't great. She had tried to word the text explaining it but she couldn't quite get the letter E to capitalize on her phone. She gave up, leaving the half finished message on draft. Evelyn was upset that her adopted dad was upset. Cora understood. Sam had been reminded of that family again. His family. Cora shut her eyes and cussed, trying to wish it away. How could she explain to Evelyn what was going on? The kid was real but felt shadowed by this family they all knew didn't exist.
We are his family... Cora wanted to say it, and that desire landed her here. She was hiding in the liquid of a whisky bottle as if she could drown reality there. Sam was running from ghosts and Cora was running from reality. She set her head on the counter and pushed the empty glass forward for more.
The bartender looked around for backup. No one wanted to be the first to tell the blue haired woman no.
The difficulty with having two stubborn people in a relationship was when their ideas went different directions. Cora wanted to prove she was 'just as tough as a guy's. Honestly, she spent much of her life challenging that idea. But maybe this was a time it needed to be less about ego and more about safety. Did it matter more to her that she felt tough, or that they made it through this situation?
Slowly the muscle in her jaw relaxed that had her ready to argue, and she sighed. "Fine, you can help. But it doesn't change the fact that they need to know I mean business. We take the fight to them...." She said fight while understanding the less they actually fought the better. There needed to be a strategy... Go for the leader, follow the thread and shut it down from the top. "The question is, what's the best way to convince them this isn't a fight they want to continue with? I don't think we want it to escalate into a just putting their strength against ours..." that had obviously gone poorly.
It felt nice Sam could joke with her about the lost action figures She wondered if it was part of her powers that kept her from feeling attached to things. There was a strange sense of detachment from situations like this. Things meant little. Heck, most people meant little. But the important things were all in this room. Well, most of them. She poked the action figure and gave it a suspicious look.
"It is cool enough. It might be a new start to a collection." she pretended to decide.
Then she grew more serious at his suggestion, "I'm not sure you handling it makes the point that I'm not keen on being messed with. I mean, your help like ...helped, but the last thing we need is to feel like you always have to be around to save the day. I have my own ego that dislikes being rescued." she complained.
Cora felt like she should have been more upset in regards to her apartment, but it had been a rather empty place to begin with. She didn't cook, there were rock climbing supplies, but most of those stayed at the gym anyway. Her dad was the only one who seemed to keep Momentos and trinkets and he thankfully lived far enough away.
She did give a little sigh as she imagined the one thing lost in the fire, "That limited edition Cold Steel action figure is probably gone then. Shame." she looked down at the threads on her hand. The important things survived and that's what mattered.
She nodded when her dad was mentioned then a little crease appeared on her brow at the other question, "I'm inclined to say we have a talk with the man who started all this. If someone thinks they can bully me to get their way they would have another thing coming...I never did take it well when people told me what to do."
Evelyn was used to the slight cold when Sam was around. Most people had to do something to prevent unwanted transfer of her echoes, and she preferred ice over adapteds any day. She did make a face regarding her pet, but decided she would deal with that in the morning. It was a long day, and she actually considered going to bed for once. Insomnia only held out so long when use of powers made her sleepy.
Happy memories.... she told herself as she wandered to bed. She had more of those lately, maybe it was worth a shot.
Cora slept quietly until it was light out. Evelyn's powers had managed to keep her from waking up in a panic, but there was still the occasional twitch that made Bruno's ears perk up. When she finally rolled over with a groggy stretch, her brain felt fuzzy more than anything. No fists this time, at least. She almost felt like she was struggling against her own amnesia, but it was just post adrenaline drag.
"Did either of us manage to save a cell phone?" was her first half-awake thought.
Cora sat on the bed, glancing at her own hand which still had flecks of dried blood. She really should change, but she felt tired. She had been tired since this whole thing started, running like a car with a faulty battery. Her brain was trying to process it like it was still a dream. Guy came to buy the gym. Guy tried to kill her. Was her dad okay? Would they keep trying to get back at her? Offense... She was relieved and concerned that Sam wanted to go after the attackers. What if he got hurt again because of her? What if someone else did?
She hadn't forgotten what Sam used to do. Maybe that was the problem. She didn't want to be the one who pulled him away from all the progress he had made. Sighing, she found a pen and wrote down a name on a paper. It seemed weird how clear the name sounded now. Then she flopped back, letting her head hit the pillow. She wondered what happened to her phone. Would they have taken it? Where had she left it...
Her hands flinched slightly as flashes from the night replayed. Maybe she wouldn't be able to sleep. How could she sleep when she kept hearing bones breaking, seeing weapons...
There was a knock, and when the door opened Sam would find Evelyn waiting outside. Cora had been trying to rest for maybe half an hour, still tense and looking like she was ready to leap to the attack again.
Evelyn looked like she had been about to walk away, then covered the expression and tilted her chin up. "I know you said bed, but, I think I can help first..." She didn't wait for permission before she allowed herself to walk over to Cora. The echoes were sure that action would make Sam feel a little suspicious, or concerned, but also, he trusted her. Evelyn meant well, even when she could be a bit...intense.
She focused on happy memories. Playing in the snow, training with Sam. Coloring. Playing in the science lab. She stood next to the bed as she did, one hand on Cora's arm, dragging both of them into the playbacks. Cora couldn't battle her own thoughts when she was trapped in Evelyn's mind. Evelyn locked them into a happy place, and Cora instantly relaxed. It didn't taken long until the echoes interrupted letting them know Cora was asleep.
Evelyn removed a hand, feeling awkward. She had done this for Zaid once and somehow, it seemed right to help again. "It just...sometimes it helps showing happy thoughts..."
Cora felt her mouth open to say the name of the man who led the attacks, then she shut it again, wondering if this was the time to say it. She frowned and sighed, temporarily distracted by Bruno's distress. "Poor boy. Hate ruining his day like that. She face Bruno a comforting pat on the back then sat on the bed.
"I think if we are taking the fight to someone it needs more planning than that. Even if it's personal. He must know the attack failed and is probably planning accordingly. We need to decide what he would do next. Attack the gym? Set a trap? And Evelyn seems the most likely to get information on someone..."[/color,]
Cora felt her brain buzzing and it wasn't from caffeine. The coffee had barely managed to keep her eyes open, despite all the adrenaline. Cora had one of those bodies that ran full steam then crashed hard at night. Early wake up calls made everything feel our of balance. She both envied and regretted that Sam seemed completely awake now.
Evelyn was gone, the giant rodent was gone. Doc gave Cora one more check then sent them off toward Sam's room, Cora yawning as she followed along that way. She knew where she was going, and even the kids and staff of the mansion seemed less threatening now.
"Well we know who orchestrated this, but I don't think 'the thread leads right to you' is a good defense in a court system... And given the X-Men and their adherence to laws, I take it we need another way of proving someone targeted me...is it frowned upon to ask a kid to help?" Cora could help but feel things were easier when she could just drive her bike to someone's house and punch them in the nose... She wondered if Sam could sense her danger of vigilante justice.
