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 hard not to enjoy the compliments. While she loved the genuine fan excitement that came from wearing her costume, there was the added benefit of making Sam drool a little. After Hawaii they had continued to dance in the casual territory between...well, just between. There was attachment there. Despite all efforts to avoid it, there was a literal string that kept tangling the two of them together and it was hard to ignore. Sometimes, having the visual reminder was a bit much. Other times, it was...nice.
She focused on the shirts, noticing the one he picked up. He set it down and she snatched it, smirking. "If I bought this would that count as having matching outfits or something corny? And I don't think I'm really hero material, but I can still be a fan of the actual X's." she commented thoughtfully.
"Although frequent jet stealing may put you on the shit list for awhile," she laughed again. She looked at the other shirts and then spotted another booth with seat-belt buckle belts. "Come on! This one next."
She snatched his hand without thinking about it and dragged him across the crowd. At the booth she forced herself to let go and held up one with the X symbol on it. "Heck I hope you guys get royalties on all of this. And I'm glad you like the costume. Here I was thinking I was being too conservative." She winked, and gestured to a group of girl's who were cosplaying various video game characters. Each one seemed to be toeing the line on bare minimum clothing. Okay, she stared for a moment longer at the last one who was flaunting an unbelievably short skirt. Then she brought her attention back to Sam.
Sam was fidgeting a little with the makeup on. Cora knew it must have been hard not to scratch or mess with the wig, especially since he didn’t typically wear costumes. Well, not costumes like this. His x gear didn’t count and she didn’t let him dress up as himself for comicon. This the anime character. She grinned again as he commented on staying in character, watching the ice crawl up one arm and draw attention. A few girls commented on how accurate it was and started closer, but seemed to debate whether or not they wanted to actually ask for a photo. They did and Cora watched, a smug look still on her face.
Then he snapped a photo with her. Cora smiles in this one and then gave one more more goofy face. ”Send me that one. And of course I’m popular. It’s the leather.” She winked. She was having fun watching the indecision in his expression.
She felt someone staring and looked over, a rather unpleasant looking gentleman gawking at her. She casually located the thread somewhere near her elbow and snipped it off with her right hand. The man looked suddenly lost and she steered CS away. ”I can handle too much popularity in my own way. Let’s look at the tshirts! Maybe they have some X-men themed ones,” she pulled him to a booth and lifted a woman’s cut T.
”Look! I can be an X too. That could be my uniform. Very casual.”
It was her first convention but Cora had embraced her nerdier side...just this once. She was dressed in black leather, complete with combat boots, fake gun holsters, and a fake black eye patch. She opted out of the wig, her own natural Mohawk more than punk enough for the sharp shooting character, and had she come with anyone else...honestly, this costume would have been ridiculously hot, and not just in the eye catching way.
She managed to drag Sam with her, and dressed him as the half-hot half-cold anime character Todoroki. It took a lot of effort to get him to stay still for the makeup, but between that and the wig it was recognizable enough to not have to force him into anything too crazy. Plus, it seemed to be pretty cold around her with him following, and there was a decent space in the line where the chill kept following. Cora smirked at him, a slight feeling he was intentionally driving people back.
Sauntering up and collecting their badges, she handed one to Sam and they made their way into the rest of the convention. [continued]
After arriving at the convention the first thing Cora did was drag Sam to the dealer's hall. This was where half the fun was, in her mind. Booths and displays of nerdy wares stretched in all directions, and the aisles were already packed with costumed fans.
"I love your costume! Can I get a photo?" Some brave teenager asked. Cora smirked at Sam before agreeing, striking a pose with her fake gun until the camera clicked. The kid ran over to look at the picture, momentarily commenting on how cold it was. Cora had felt it too. Actually, she was getting used to the nice icy breeze that seemed to linger near her. Sam was playing Todoroki well in that manner.
"Are you going to do that every time?" She chuckled, amused by his behavior. Hawaii had been nice, although it certainly but the awkward wedge between that feelings/not feelings territory they seemed to run around. Dragging him to comicon was it's own little test. Not that she was testing anything. But the desperate attempts to mask what she was sensing was jealousy did boost her ego.
The question seemed to hit a nerve of some type. Not that Juniper was angry, just more thoughtful than she sounded before. Cora listened politely, and nodded to herself. It was, sorta nice, in a way. Having someone who at least didn't tell her she was insane for what she was feeling. She felt a little insane today. Her mind was trying to tape itself back together after drowning in whisky. The results were the current conversation: feelings, awkwardness.
And joy rides.
"Avoiding teachers sounds...fun. Advantage of my powers, I guess. Just make them forget you exist for an hour, you'll be good! Clearly, you needed one more person on your jet party for proper escape," Cora teased. She fished around in the dark and found her second bun, chomping into it. She chewed in silence while Juniper commented on avoiding her rampage.
Hmm. "Generally speaking, I think the rule is not to bite the hand that feeds you. Food does make this more...bearable. So, thanks."
Uh, maybe Cora spoke too soon. She felt like she was risking offending Juniper. It was hard to tell. It was dark. Cora could barely get her food to her mouth with proper coordination, let alone. speak words right now.
She took another bite, swallowed, set the remainder down and sighed. And cussed. And groaned. "I really don't know you well enough to read your emotions. Heck, they don't even like me covering shifts here because I f***ng suck with people skills. I don't like people. I don't say things correctly. I saw whatever the hell is on my mind. But, I don't know. It bothers me that it bothers me that he...is that way. I'm not saying it's a bad thing. Like I said, I don't judge people based on their threads. That's just a shitty move.
"But, have you ever just, been around someone, and it's easy... It's easy to laugh and to hang out. And you kinda get attached to that person. And you don't know what you want, you just...don't want that part to end."
Maybe that was it. The same thing keeping her from looking at her hand, and trying to watch the colors of her own threads. Too much to handle. Too much to think about.
Man-cave, the school. "Show'd you the jet, huh? I don't know, that sounds like a pretty fun time to me. No joyrides? That's a waste," she joked.
Juniper offered to stay later. Cora poked at the remaining food, trying to think. "I...I mean sleep would be nice right now. But you just got over a lot yourself. I'm not that selfish, I can suck it up and handle this if I need to. Scout may kick me out anyway the first time someone yells next to me and I try to strangle them." It could happen. There was a high chance of that.
This situation was a bit much for Cora. The sharing of food, the sharing of feelings, the general fluff of the moment. Her head hurt. She was very much regretting being alive today, and she was talking about a guy to someone she barely knew. Oh hell, she was talking about a guy to one of her employees! She had absolutely lost her mind.
She bit the bun. It hurt. She chewed and swallowed and did her best to pretend this was the most normal experience of her life. Like scaling a wall without a safety line. Just don't look down, find the next handholds, and pretend your arms weren't being sliced in a hundred places by agony.
"I don't really plan on going for anything. I see relationships. It's like a walking reminder how screwed up the world is. And if you know Sam, I'm pretty sure you know what a skirt -chaser he is. I don't intend to just be a forgotten victory." Was that bitter? It came out bitter. She wanted to chase back the phrase and stuff it into the bun so she could swallow it back down.
Her brain kept replaying the note. Thinking about his dog. And there was a vague memory of being caught and carried to bed, and thinking it had been nice.
Nope. A hundred nopes.
"Today I just want to jump on a train and skip town. Run away from all of it. Work, people. Although, the food isn't bad. Maybe I wouldn't run away from food."
It took several moments longer for Cora's brain to catch up to what just happened. Juniper had already left the room when Cora realized what had been said. I know that guy!
Cora said a few more cuss words and wanted to fall through the table. If she had a useful mutation, she could do that. Maybe she could just, snip off a few of her own threads. She could handle an hour of amnesia, right? Just, let her lie back here, forget the world, forget...
Food. There was food. Cora accepted the offering and bit into one of the buns, ignoring how much it scalded her. It wasn't bad enough to burn taste buds off but enough she should have really blown on it for a second first.
After finishing the thankfully small bite, she decided it was the fates way of forcing her to keep talking. "So, Sam. Ice mutant, full of puns? I'm out of my mind aren't I. Flirting with him is like playing chicken with a freight train. And telling you about it, oh innocent greenhorn, feels like an equally bad idea." She wanted to wag an eyebrow at Juniper, but it was dark, and she could only try to send a mixture of warning, amusement, and regret into her words.
Why was she talking? Why did she say anything today?
She needed to detox before her disoriented brain let her mouth say more she would regret.
Juniper managed not to freak out. Points for the new girl. Sam had practically fled at the first sign she could see his threads, although, he did have a considerable number in the 'want to bone' category. But, she didn't care about that. It wasn't that she was interested in him that way. He was, fun to be around.
So there's a guy you wanna impress, huh?
Shhhiiiiiittt. Her hungover mouth was faster than her brain it seemed.
Cora rubbed her forehead and said a few choice cuss words before opening one eye and giving Juniper a stern look. "You tell anyone, I cut every one of your threads I can reach, and send you home with an hours worth of amnesia." She was mostly kidding. Okay, maybe she wasn't kidding. It was hard to say when she was this hungover.
"I mean, I guess. Not intentionally. We went on a hike, just us and his dog Bruno, and it was really nice. Then, he left a note after this. And I guess the note didn't seem upset. I just, don't remember much of what I said. I do know I managed to down half a bottle of whisky before intervention." She put her head back on the table. She wondered if she could just casually duck out of work. Maybe Scout wouldn't need her. Maybe it would be slow and she could sleep back here.
Cora realized they stumbled into potentially more awkward territory when she mentioned the threads, especially without the visual aid. It was dim now, but not completely dark. Just enough to let her eyes rest and her brain process the questions.
She could show Juniper her powers, but wasn't sure if that would just make the other girl more skittish. Based on the threads Cora had seen in the past, she had a bit of a messy history with relationships. Those people seemed to be the most uncomfortable knowing what Cora could see. To stall, she let her mind go back to the first question.
"My X got taken and wrote my phone number down. She knew my power would let me find her quickly. We followed out to the docks, fought our way through two boats, got her back. It was, actually it was kinda cool. Then we got back, I got punched, I went home and got drunk.
"The threads...are sort of the reason for both things. I can see relationships as sort of...strings connecting people. I still have one for my X, and it let me track her. And that's the one I got angry about and wanted to cut. I can cut some threads, and just...make the memories disappear. Not all of them, just...It's really complicated. I don't bring it up because people just, freak out, you know? They hear you can see relationships and think you're just sitting around judging what you're looking at. But, I know better than anyone what a crap-shot relationships are...
"Sam came by though and kept me from pretty much cutting myself with a variety of sharp objects to sever strings that can't be touched by tangible objects. Really, greaaaaat way to impress a guy." She groaned to herself in frustration.
Cora wanted to laugh, but that would have made her head hurt more. She sort of smiled painfully, and then sighed at the question. "Actually, having the lights off might help."
Was it pitiful that she needed such treatment? Maybe. But she was feeling that half-bottle of whisky like a brick to the head.
"I deserved the punch. I mean, I helped rescue my X yesterday from a gang of mutants, but I also cheated on her in the past, so, karma?" She leaned forward again and put her forehead against the table. It was cold, and that was nice. She shifted her head to the side and looked up at Juniper with owl eyes. Or, squinting eyes. Somewhere between the two. Lack of sleep, hangover, and sensitivity to light made her uncertain what she was feeling.
"I drunk texted my friend, and he had to come save me from myself. I guess I was trying to cut threads with a pair of scissors. But, the threads I see aren't...well, they're real, but they're my powers, you know?" She wasn't making sense. Or was she? Maybe she was still drunk. It felt like words were hard.
Cora looked up at Juniper, her newest employee. She wondered what the girl must have thought facing her very hungover boss. Lights hurt. Sounds hurt. She grimaced at the mention of food and shook her head.
"I was focused on making myself as presentable as possible and getting here in one piece. Motorcycles are not hangover friendly." She accepted the Advil with a thanks and rubbed her forehead.
"I can pay you back. I'm game for anything to make this day bearable right now. I had one hell of a night." As she leaned back the bruising on her face was more evident. She had her shoulder covered but she could feel the scab under her jacket. There was a small look she caught from the other woman, and Cora gave a somewhat wry look.
"Met my X's new half. They're charming." Charming was...one way of putting it.
Cora had her share of drinking adventures, but she she was facing a new level of hangover and regret when she got to work today. She remembered rescuing Mae, and going home. She remembered most of the drinking, and Sam showing up, but could only remember the vaguest flashes of his time at her place. She found his note in the morning once he had left, and she felt both happy, and mortified at the same time. Her apartment looked like someone tore every drawer open looking for something, and her face still had a lovely bruise that had spread across her jaw.
With a dark coffee in hand, Cora sat in the break room, rubbing her forehead and grumbling to herself.
"I am never drinking that much ever again..." She remarked, not noticing someone had walked into the break room. She wanted to turn the lights off, or heck, leave work entirely, but they were short staffed, and she had to suck it up and deal with it.
Cora felt the ground swept out from under her, momentarily disoriented. She had been on a trajectory for the floor, so she wasn't complaining, but it did make her head spin a little. They managed to get to her room without problems (not that there were many options. He clearly couldn't leave her in the bathroom or a closet, or so her drunk mind thought), and she curled catlike on her side, pulling her pillow into a hug.
She grumbled at the ice pack, one eye lazily viewing it before sticking her tongue out at him. "You make a much better ice pack. Don't tempt me to get hurt again just to see you come visit."
Within seconds of finishing her comment, she fell asleep, curled around the pillow like it was a giant teddy bear. Her face was still bruised, but there was at least a bit of a smile on her face that hadn't been there before he stopped by.
If Cora had been sober she may have caught some of the hidden meanings in his phrasing. As it was she only got the mild impression he enjoyed her company. But that was good enough. He liked hanging out with her and she reciprocated. It wasn't complicated, no messy feelings to get in the way. They were just hanging out together. Sometimes that was best.
"We will have to go for another hike sometime. He doesn't seem like he would have as much fun just walking around the city. Need some trails, some things to see." She winced as he finished cleaning her arm, but couldn't get herself to lift her head.
"Your shirt smells nice," she remarked sleepily. Drunk sleepy was hitting hard, but she tilted her head just enough she could look up at him. His face was close, and he didn't look bad from that angle. But drunk, and she had at least enough sense not to start trouble she would regret. She tried to turn, navigate herself toward bed, remembering he was there, forgetting he was there. Her brain was a thousand strings and threads that kept knotting and tangling over each other. "I am always willing to hang out with you. You have your own sort of charm. Just don't expect me to be one of those girl's who is easy to sway with that heartbreaker smile."
It was hard to maintain a confident walk-away moment when the world kept tilting.
