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.
Cora almost dropped her glass when he commented about owning a bar. She made a face at him and swatted st his arm (almost missing entirely), and laughed a little. ”You own a bar and you let me drag you out for a drink? I feel a little embarrassed. Okay, I feel a lot embarrassed but mostly just having you here. I usually hold my liquor much better than you seem to be seeing. Shit.” She almost dropped her glass, and set it awkwardly on the counter. She paused, staring at her hands again.
Threads. There were so many, She felt distracted by all the colors staring back at her. Her drink brain couldn’t remember all the colors but they seemed significant. It was like having hundreds of tiny strings tied everywhere on her hands and wrist. It was trippy, especially when she was this drunk. She shook one hand as if she could shake them off, then he distracted her again and caught her attention.
”If I called you here for the other reason, whose to say you’d hang out with me after.” She remarked out loud. She looked back at her left hand and she string he couldn’t see. She sighed unhappily. ”Your talents and skills must be quite fought over.” She grinned, then held still as he moved to clean her shoulder.
She flinched, but didn’t pull away from the pain. The cut was shallow, but the skin was already irritated and red. It looked like the worlds biggest cat scratch, fresh blood pooling as it was cleaned. She was glad she was drunk for this, leaning against the counter and clenching her jaw until he was done. It reminded her how much her face hurt. That reminded her of the strings. Her brain was a mess of whisky and bad choices.
When he was done she slumped forward and put her forehead against his chest. ”Bruno should hang out again sometime. Or I should get a dog. This place is too empty.” She felt tired. He smelt nice. He made a good pillow.
Cora struggled to stay on her feet once he helped her up, the heaviness of the whisky settling in on her. She watches as he looked around, commenting on her apartment, and she laughed, albeit somewhat more than his comments warranted. ”I clearly have amazing housekeeping skills. I pull out all the stops for visitors. Does it feel like a bachelor pad? Rock climbing gear and booze. Must seem like home.”
Free of the jacket, she tried and failed to look closer at the cut. Trying made her tip a little and she leaned on the counter, taking her water and taking a swing. She grinned again, holding the cup with mock delight. ”You pour a damn good cup of water! I am impressed! And I look forward to seeing medic Sam in action! Oh, washcloth...” she looked around, resembling an owl as she tried to process where she kept the linens.
”Drawer, second drawer down. Oh, didn’t you find scissors? No... you gave me scissors... hell, what did I need those for...” she sounded like a broken record. She put her head against the counter, sloshing water everywhere. ”Ugh, I’m such a disaster! Whhhhhy did you have to come....”
Cora was a little sheepish when he commented on a rescue without him. ”Wasn’t much time for phone calls. Next time, I will for sure!”
It would be fun going on a mission with him. She couldn’t help realizing that his powers would have been way more useful than hers this time.
Cora seemed appeased by the offer for a new jacket. She also seemed momentarily pacified by the ice scissors. She forgot she was supposed to be cutting things with them, and ran a finger across the handle with a somewhat mesmerized look before he came back. He hugged her. Cora laughed, grinning at the comment. ”I’m not sure it counted as a hell of a fight, but it was a success. I can also hog tie a badger mutant in under five seconds, in case anyone was counting.” that idea delighted her.
She relaxed against him, but managed to sulk a little when the injury was mentioned. ”Don’t ask me where a first aid kit is. I can’t even remember if I have one right now. I know I have a lot of booze. Or, I did. You missed the fight and another drink...” she seemed to have a temporary moment of clarity and sighed. ”It was fun with you. Can’t say it’s worth it like this.”
Was she alright? Cora tried to process the question. ”Fine, just, fine, everything is totally fine. Spent the night rescuing my x from a batch of thugs and dropped her off home so she’s great!” She wandered back over toward her climbing gear, wondering what happened to the rope it was missing. She lacked balance and sort of flopped back onto the floor. The couch seemed like a considerable distance away.
Hurt? She looked at her shoulder, pulling on the torn sleeve, not noticing he meant her face. The gash had dried, the dark blood almost hidden by the leather. ”Damn badger. I liked this jacket. Oh! I got to be all heroic, Sam! You should have seen it, it was great! We tracked her with my threads, and then her....I don’t know if it was her girlfriend or boyfriend honestly, it was hard to tell. I’m thinking girl? Anyway, she teleported and we found this big guy, then I took out this badger mutant with my rope! My rope! That’s where it went! Oh, and that’s where the shoulder got hit. Seven was worse.”
She didn’t seem to realize how little sense she was making, trying and failing to wrap her rope and put it away. Now that she remembered her shoulder she shrugged out of the jacket and grumbled, picking at the damaged fabric. The gash wasn’t cleaned, but it had stopped bleeding. Other than her face she seemed fairly unharmed.
”We got her back safe, and Seven decked me, but I deserved it. I...I was a horrible girlfriend, when I dated my x... and I just... did you bring scissors?” She looked up, suddenly remembering what had drawn her to this point. She looked at the purple thread, and touched her bruised face. She shut her eyes unhappily and struggled to pull on the thread that couldn’t go away.
”For once, I just... I want to look down and not see a reminder what a failure I am. Damn it. There has to be a way...” she looked over, reaching for her bag and knocking another liquor bottle free. She started to reach for it, then somethingnon her left hand stopped her. It was a different thread, leading toward Sam. Sam who had just showed up and found her sitting her like this. Sam who she had tried so hard to impress. She grabbed the bad and shoved it to him, then pulled her knees up to press her forehead against them.
”Just, take that. Put it somewhere. You don’t have to stay. It’s fine.”
Cora jumped when someone knocked on the door. She was in the middle of digging through her rock-climbing bag, various supplies strewn out across the loft. She was holding a small clip, trying to remember how to open it. Then the name announced itself. Sam? Sam. It took much more effort to process why she had brought him here than she had been ready for.
Scissors. She asked him for some scissors. She stood, or tried to, and caught herself against the wall as the world tilted. She somehow managed to get to the door and open it without falling over. This was fine, everything was fine. She just needed to get rid of this thread. This stupid, horrible, awful string that would not leave her hand.
"Sorry, it's a mess. I was looking for scissors..." She tried to explain when he stepped inside. The whisky bottle was still sitting on the counter next to the knife, and she shut the door behind him, holding up her right hand.
"You're like, a super hero, right? Just, help me cut this damn thread. I know, not your normal heroics but I can't get it to go away!" She held the thread with her left hand, tugging at the purple thread in frustration. She moved to hand him the string, but it passed right through his grasp. She stared at it with an almost comical amount of confusion.
"Damn. What type of frickin' thread is this made of?" She could not remember why it was so important to remove the string, but was starting to feel like witchcraft was the answer.
Cora slept surprisingly well. It wasn't so cold with her human pillow and the dog close by. Compared to most nights, it was actually nice. Not that she would admit it. Saying she liked having company was like admitting she liked the idea of being with someone. She was plenty happy on her own.
Although, she couldn't help but look up and smile a little, noting the stars she heard mentioned before she had fully fallen asleep.
Before it was quite morning Cora woke up and brushed down her hair. Slinging her backpack on, she noticed her actions had woken Sam. She smirked, leaving the bottle with him and climbing out of the truck.
"I'll give you a call again soon. This was fun." There was still a bit of chase left between the two of them. She hoped he wouldn't get bored quite that quick.
Cora walked back to her bike with that in mind, waved to the park guard and took off into the early morning.
Riding her bike was usually a freeing experience for Cora, but tonight, it had been one of the coldest, emptiest nights she could remember. Her hands felt icy despite her gloves, her helmet uncomfortable against her bruised face. She stopped at the store and picked up a few bottles of liquor before driving the rest of the way home, and then she made her way into her loft, trying to pull herself together.
She had a call earlier in the evening for help. After dropping everything, Cora had found herself in the middle of a rescue mission, and the person she was rescuing was Mae. Her x-girlfriend had been taken based on some grudge or another. It was awkward as hell teaming with the stranger to save someone she had once been dumped by. The adrenaline helped her fight, using her limited rock climbing experience and a few street scuffles to get things done. Then, she took Mae back home, had Seven deck her in the face, and was left by herself.
Really, she deserved the punch though. Seven didn’t cross a line, and Cora had pretty much invited it. She was glad her nose wasn’t broken, even if her jaw was already growing dark with a bruise.
Cora opened the first bottle of whisky and took a swing, then let her head rest on her knees.
Mae was a mistake. No, cheating on Mae was a mistake. Running from her feelings was a mistake. Running when she saw someone cared and she cared back was the biggest problem keeping her from happiness. Being able to see relationships caused pain like she couldn’t imagine. There was no lying or doubting the colors on the threads, and she watched them connect, sometimes just hoping they would go away.
Some relationships were easy to cut. Her fingers effortlessly released her from what she didn’t want to feel. She didn’t remember one of her x’s. Oh, there was the vague feeling of there being someone she spent time around, and she knew she had been hurt. She knew the idea of that person still left the faint echo of unhappiness in her mind. But it was numb, a closed door she had found peace from.
There was no peace from Mae. There was no escaping how it felt watching them enter an apartment, while she stood outside. She didn’t wish they were still together, but rather, she wished she wasn’t alone.
Cora was generally a responsible drinker, but the more she stared at her hand, the emptier the bottle became. She wasn’t sure when she crossed from tipsy, to plastered, but the string just kept looking more solid, more real, more unyielding.
She tottered into the kitchen, fishing into the drawer and pulling out a pocket knife. She tried unsteadily to catch the thread with the blade, but it kept passing through, as if the thread wasn’t even there. She cursed, and tried again, wanting and wishing to get rid of the damn thread. Something had to work. Anything had to work.
Maybe she just kept missing it. Maybe she just needed help. With a thought, she set the blade down, fished for her phone, and texted the first person she could think of. “Hey, can you come over?”
Yeah, she just needed an extra pair of hands. Oh, and maybe some scissors. She started rummaging for something better to cut with, still toting her beverage with one hand, wondering when her apartment floors got quite so tilted. Yeah, she’d have to fix that next. Maybe she could find a hammer while she was at it…
Cora wasn't the most nurturing character. In fact, there were times she could be a tough boss. She took the business seriously, and had expectations from the people she employed. Her workers joked that she would be all bark and no bite if they didn't know she could take any of them down in a fist fight. She had thrown rowdy climbers out the door without backup, and even took out one potential thief about a year back with an elbow to the nose. When she faced younger hires, she had to remind herself that they were nervous, and she couldn't scare them off all at once. Scout always begged her to behave, knowing they needed the extra hands as they got closer to the summer.
But Juniper was likable. She was genuine, even with the fibs she might be telling on her resume. After she picked the locker, Cora nodded to answer her first question. "Scout can finalize things with you up front. You start on Saturday unless you need longer notice. From there he will get your classes and any other schedule requests and work them into our system. We know you have school so we will try to work with you. The older hires get priority for time-off requests, but most don't mind juggling other things."
Cora let that process, then smiled at the girl's final comment. It was probably the first genuine smile since they started talking. She did have a soft spot somewhere under the surface. Cora offered a hand, chuckling. "Being prepared is good. Welcome to Anti-Gravity. I look forward to seeing what you can do."
Cora watched the dog clamber into the back and make himself comfortable. She smirked and swung her backpack off, pulling out the bottle where it had been stashed. ”I didn’t drink it on the way down, despite temptation. Figured you would have to keep your promise not to let me freeze this way.”
With the blanket it really wasn’t so bad. She had dressed for the weather, and she may not be super familiar with owning a dog, but having been around enough of them she knew they carried enough body heat.
Climbing into the back she stretched out, putting her bag behind her head as a little extra cushion. Without the bottle in there it wasn’t so bad. She looked up at the sky, taking in the stars and moon. When Sam joined them, she scooted closer and made herself comfortable.
”Favorite constellation,” she asked thoughtfully. It didn’t take long for her to move so she could use his shoulder as her new pillow.
Cora made a face regarding the comparison to ‘old Sam’. ”I feel like being compared to your older self is like literally being compared to a past version of you. Like, actions and mistakes that you haven’t done or a person you haven’t been in years. Yeah, for them it was recent, but I think you have a right to be who you want, now or in the future. If the age thing reverses, heck, it would just be meeting the new you for me.”
She wondered how it would have felt if she had met the old him and then met the new him. A bit confusing, but in the end, it would only matter getting to know the current person. She would never want to be compared to the her she was at a different point in time.
Cora felt a little shiver as the air gold colder, and without his hand it felt more pronounced. She pulled her jacket close and crossed her arms to conserve body heat. The whisky only did so much.
”Memorizing there path is pretty impressive. I have a good memory but not like that.” she took his hand and managed to stay fairly steady on her feet, all things considered. She held her liquor pretty well. ”I hate throwing around the word ‘trust’, but you didn’t drop me off a rock climbing wall so I guess I’ll let you get me to the truck in one piece.”
They walked in silence for the most part and finally got to the vehicle. Cora leaned against the side of his truck and scratched Bruno behind the ears, trying and failing to avoid shivering now. ”I blame you for it being cold.” she commented with a little attitude, but was secretly amused.
Seven could have considered rescuing Mae redemption for her past deeds. Cora could have expected them to part on almost friendly, grateful terms. But if they had, Seven would not have been the person Cora had gotten to know, and come to trust Mae with. Taking a hit to the face solid enough to knock her into her bike, split her lip, but not break her nose; it was fitting, and quite frankly, she deserved it.
Whipping blood from her face, Cora gave Seven a tip of her head, as if noting she would not retaliate. ”She’s safer with you. It won’t look like it now, but she is.” She didn’t need to say more. Maybe another day or hour they would have that awkward heart to heart, but Cora was tired, sore, and emotionally wrung our. She put her helmet on, got onto her bike, and went home.
Inside, Mae had already crawled into bed, clothes and all, and passed out, curled up like a cat. She slept while Seven cleaned, and only when the other didn’t come to the room she awoke, panicked as she scrambled from bed, hurrying to the doorway to look for them.
Seeing them on the couch, Mae stumbled over, and pulled Seven into a awkward one armed hug. “Why didn’t you come to bed?”
Cora left the two to themselves, and managed to get the boat to land. Thankfully she had been on a smaller yacht before, and was able to at least get them landed. Whether the ship stayed there or bobbed away, wasn't her problem.
Cora took the address, and with Seven's gaze heavy on their back, helped Mae climb onto the bike in front of her. With the broken arm, it was necessary to cocoon Mae in her grip to keep the other girl secure, rather than having her ride behind like Seven had. It brought them much closer than she was sure Seven was pleased with, and was already prepared for the anger that would bring.
All to get Mae home. That was what she told herself. She would handle the repercussions later.
Mae for her part was quiet. Honestly, almost too quiet. She didn't cry, she didn't talk, she just sort of stayed curled against Cora for the short ride, and then was taken away by Seven when they arrived. Cora was fairly certain shock was the only thing keeping the girl moving at this point. With the adrenaline fading, it was like trying to handle a bird with a broken wing.
Threads never felt glad someone was dead before, but seeing Mae like this made her want to go back and stab someone all over again.
While Mae and Seven were taken care of, Threads waited outside with her bike, knowing there would be one last stop to get Mae home. They could have probably taken a cab, but she was here, and may as well finish the thing. She looked at her right hand, trying to process what she was feeling. It wasn't that she still loved Mae. Heck, she was glad she moved on and had someone to take care of her. But there were many regrets and feelings this night kept piling on top of her. She had hurt Mae in the past. It wasn't a broken bone, but a heart, and she had seen that lost, empty expression. A bird with a broken wing... Cora had wanted to never see that again, but here she was. She ran her hands through her hair and grabbed strands in frustration. If she could just cut that thread, it would be easy. If she could forget that girl, it would have been better.
But she couldn't, and she didn't. And it caused pain to both of them. At least now Mae had Seven.
It felt endless, but eventually, Mae and Seven returned. Cora has her arm in a cast, the blue plaster stopping before her elbow. At least that gave some range of motion, even if it was temporarily in a sling. Most of the damage had been done to her forearm. Seven had their own injuries taken care of, but Cora did the polite thing and didn't stare. Her shoulder had dried and she could deal with that later. With a nod at Seven, she took Mae the short distance and everything was finally over.
"Thanks..." Mae said quietly, giving Cora one last look before heading inside. She must have assumed Seven would meet her up there, but Cora could have sworn the teleporting mutant had stopped outside. Turning, she was right. She lifted her helmet off, wondering if there was something else the other wanted to say.
"If anything else comes up, I guess let me know. Glad she's safe..." Cora said lamely.
Cora was usually better at landing on her feet, but teleporting was not in her list of skills she generally used. It ws like getting thrown from one boat onto another, and she had to resist cussing a bit as she got back up. Seven was already taking out a nearby guard, and Cora followed more slowly, grabbing a handful of threads that seemed darker, more akin to coworkers.
"There are a cluster of threads leading up. Only one or two scattered elsewhere. I don't see any phones around here, which means someone dropped you a line." Cora remarked. She didn't say what she was thinking, but it hovered in the air: Mae had found a way to get Seven over to them, which meant she was at least alive, and responsive.
Cora led around a corner, holding onto a thread from the downed man. It was draining using her powers so much, but there wasn't time to rest yet. Up a stairwell, they were finally on the bridge of the ship. This one was fancier, and the larger cluster of guards seemed to be waiting near the control room. It made sense: they couldn't turn off all signals, so they planted men where Seven was most likely to appear. If they had actually made the drop there, it would have been a few quick shots, and they would be dead.
Mae had saved them a very short rescue mission.
Reaching out, Cora collected a few Threads while motioning to Seven to stay silent. She made her way through the men, cutting as she went. Goodbye to your work relationships, hope you at least remember how to get home later. Or don't. Cora didn't care. The last thread took a bit more oooomph to cut. She felt winded and light headed. She only cut one per goon, but it made her body feel like she finished a marathon. She would let Seven move from there. The disoriented men were a much easier target when they couldn't quite remember why they were on the boat in the first place.
"Is Serena someone I should know? Based on your reaction I would guess that is either an x-girlfriend or ohhhh! Is that someone who rejected you? Maybe I should see what type of girl turns you down, they sound fun." Cora taunted.
The sunset was gone now. Cora was glad she packed a light just in case. If she tried climbing back down now the combination of being tipsy and not being able to see in the dark would kill whatever 'cool' vibe she had going. Not that she imagined he would let her fall flat on her face. He seemed like the type to be more than capable handling leading a woman in the dark.
"Hmm, I mean, getting close to a girl is one thing. I'm not sure where having her wipe your dogs drool on your shirt really ranks." Cora would have to venture that was somewhere dancing with the friend zone.
Then, they moved away from that again. She felt his hand on hers, calloused and secure. It was...nice. She was glad for the darkness now. If she looked down and found where their threads met, she might just scramble for her bike after all. Can't imagine what that was like...
Cora snorted, a bit bitterly. "It wasn't like anything. Only thread I never had to cut. She did it herself. Can't miss someone you don't remember." Maybe that was a lie. You could miss a lot of things when someone wasn't there. Being raised by a guy and picking fights at school because you didn't know how to do your hair, or didn't know how to put on makeup. Deciding it was easier to just keep your hair short because hell with those idiots and their standards.
She glared at the darkness for a moment, but then it faded. She settled back into the warmth from drinking, and now the warmth from his hand, and Bruno who had stayed close. It took no more than a few breathes to push thoughts of family away. They were having a good time. No need to ruin that. "So is night vision in your mutation or should I find my lantern before we have to let Bruno lead us down the hill?"
