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 blinked, snickering into her hand a little at the image of having a super hero team in her gym. "Do I have to fan girl and ask for autographs if you guys actually came out? I don't think I ever had celebrity climbers. Well, other than you." She winked.
He commented about having room in the truck and Cora smirked, continuing to pet Bruno. "Is that just a way to get me to bed with you? Oh, smooth one. Not sure you've made it to that level hot-shot. And I am trying to be a responsible adult, here. I should have stopped after the first glass but damn if that wasn't a good bottle. Have to thank Scout for it."
Cora expected him to deflect her question, but he didn't. She stopped her goading and listened. A lot more details seemed to drop into place. Survival training, being good at climbing, She put her hands behind her head and sighed a little. "Guess it can suck having a good mutantion too. Life's a lottery that doesn't care what it deals you sometimes." Bruno took the calmed atmosphere as an invitation to lick her face. Cora sputtered and sat back up, laughing and wiping the large trail of saliva off her face.
"Gotta train your wingman not to make his move first on women." She laughed, reaching over and wiping the dog slobber onto Sam's shirt like a good friend. She tried to fix her hair that was now standing up in a rather comical blue Mohawk. "I guess I have a mom out there somewhere. She decided there were better places she wanted to be than having a kid. I've thought about what would happen if she ever found her way back to us, but that's just drama I don't think I'm ready for. Sorry I brought it up. I'm the one always saying relationships are messy anyway, I should know families are included in that."
Cora missed the stare, or she would have razzed him for it. She was enjoying her buzz and the night was cool but not horribly chilly. The more she thought about it, she may have already drank one too many. Downside to riding a bike, there was no way to use it as a decent bed. Pillow, maybe, in a pickle. "What, you haven't helped train them how to climb already? Slacker!" She smirked to herself, or tried to smirk. It sort of just melted into a grin in the end. "Have to train you a few more traditional climbing methods so you can impress your teammates even more. You can convince them you were just training, not chasing after women for once."
She made a face when he mentioned cutting the thread, and waved a hand at him. "I don't think I want to forget you yet. Your sort of fun to be around. Tolerable, clearly. It's nice to hike with someone who doesn't look like they'll die on the first landing." She decided.
"See, you two were smarter, bringing the truck. If I have to I can just crash up here, not the first time I've slept outdoors. Digging the view, after all." Tired of tilting her neck, she settled against the rocks, bumping against Bruno as she laid backward. He sniffed her ear once, finishing chomping on his ice. "Although I should have brought my own furry pillow." She laughed and rubbed the dog behind the ears then looked back up. Stars kept appearing in an almost magical way. She wasn't romantic. Nope. But if she was, it would have been hella beautiful.
"Hey, Sam, you kept asking about my dad, how come you don't talk about your family? Don't think I didn't notice your man of mystery gameplay." She commented, swatting him from her spot on the ground. He had stolen the bottle or she would have taken that for ransom.
The moment the door opened, Cora knew she needed a plan B. Cutting threads would only work up to a point, and she had a feeling an angry confused badger would not benefit anyone. Flipping her backpack to the table she yanked out her rope and a quickly prepared a length of it while Seven took the first few parries.
She climbed mountains, right? Same technique was needed: just hang on!
As the badger circled Seven Cora moved, jumping onto their back and quickly wrapping he rope around their throat. She hung on with her knees forming a knot even as a hand slashed back her way. Fu** She took a shallow hit to the shoulder, but it proved useful as she slung the length of rope under the arm, wrenching it back with a skilled execution. With the knots in place she jumped back, dragging the man with her. She landed on her feet, he slammed into his ass.
She was hoping Seven had another knife on them. She couldn't reach hers now that she lassoed herself a very angry mutant.
Cora hung back when they arrived at the next landing, letting Seven take the lead. It seemed smarter to have a teleporter run point, and she was even more relieved when the mutant being attacked multiplied. Well, that was fun. Cora focused on the threads, noting only one of the figures had any tangible links. The rest were just sort of ghost vapors.
One target, she could handle that. She would just let Seven handle giving the duplicates the beat down for a moment...
When she was close enough, she used her right hand and trimmed a few threads. The woman staggered, as did the clones. Then one by one, the extras vanished. With no tangible connection to their source, they had no reason to 'be'. Cora already had the confused original in a headlock, and a few moments of struggling ended with her dropped to the ground. She checked Mae again. The direction was going up, and slightly to the right now. She sighed.
"This is starting to feel like a video game. I hope we find the boss level soon."
The news wasn't surprising, honestly. Cora didn't know Seven, but she did know Mae, and while the girl was a walking danger magnet, it had never accelerated to this point. The situation felt far too personal, far too planned. If they did it to get back at Seven? Well, that was a different ballgame.
Seven disappeared while she was thinking, and she watched as the one man was taken out by a blade. The one dubbed Meathead grabbed a radio and started calling into it before the attack could go any further.
Cora swung her backpack off and yanked out what she had brought: a can of spray paint, and her own knife. It was a low budget option, but about all she could think of, stabbing the can quickly then chucking it into the hallway. Paint exploded in a small but effective cloud, and meathead yelled, dropping his phone as paint hit his face. The response was genuine fear at first. Obviously, he had not expected to be attacked by something so amateur, probably expecting pepper spray or something more damaging.
During the confusion, Cora waited until a silver thread linked her at the attacker, then took her fingers and cut it. The confusion the man experienced doubled as she hurried closer, and slammed an elbow into the back of his skull. He hit the ground hard, and just the radio was left making noise, a few muffled code words being exchanged by the other men on the boat.
"Next level?" She asked pointing to the radio. She lifted the string showing Mae was somewhere above them, but it was still unclear where.
Even if he was joking, there was something nice about being told hanging out with her was important. "Yes, a hike and an interesting girl are clearly more important than heroics." She winked. She finished what she had poured herself for the second time, and decided that was probably the limit. She did have to drive back, eventually. The last thing she wanted was to lay her bike down in the middle of the road because she had one too many rounds.
He commented on her natural abilities, which Cora did give a moment to consider. The buzz she had now made her a little more open to thoughts like being a good guy, general good and all that. "I guess if you ever need a climbing expert you would know where to find one then. But, you're the whole package? So why would you ever need to call for my help?" She teased.
Cora considered his comment about cutting a thread and they somehow still remembered. "That would be a downside, for sure. It's usually the ones with the emotional baggage I have cut. The bad breakups, the messy friendships. It doesn't erase that person, but, you feel free from the weight. It's impossible to cut someone out from your life entirely, but cutting the thread seemed to accelerate that path toward moving on. I'm no psychologist though." She shrugged. Then she laughed and smiled for the photo before she stopped herself. It was probably one of the only photos out there that had her genuinely grinning.
"Good thing you took that now. Much longer you would have nothing to show but a black screen." They were on the tail end of the sunset now. She pointed up, watching as stars starting to fill the sky. "Never get tired of that, though. Worth driving back in the dark to see just how many stars there really are. Hell of a sight."
Traveling via sound waves was a new experience for Cora. Honestly the whole thing made her feel a little queasy, but throwing up in front of Mae’s new other was not in the plans. When they arrived, Cora checked the thread. She wished she could tell how close they were, but she would have to settle for being in the right direction.
”I can hold my own. But let’s try for a discreet approach first. You really think they would just let us come get her that easily?” she fished in her pocket and pulled out a hand mirror, flipping it open and walking to the door. It wasn’t shut, thankfully, so she was able to use it to look around the corner. There were several figures in the hall, one sporting a fresh black eye and a busted lip. Cora tilted the mirror so Seven could see.
”Anyone you recognize?” she mouthed.
Cora couldn’t shake the warning signs going off in her head. They had moved fast, but catching the boat like this felt... odd. Her brain was screaming trap. From experience, that was never a good sign.
Cora escaped getting punched. Honestly, that felt like a victory. Based on the reaction and the sort of suppressed rage, it was evident that Mae had mentioned her. Which meant she mentioned the cheating. Great way to start a friendship, clearly. But they had bigger problems.
Heading downstairs, Cora retrieved the second helmet she had brought. It wasn't as flashy as her own (no led lights), but it would keep the attention away from them. "Gonna be cozy for a little bit, hopefully you can ride." Cora climbed on and waited for Seven to join her. Then she started the engine and focused on the thread leading to Mae. The trail wound East, and she hoped it didn't go where she suspected...
Having a motorcycle made avoiding traffic easy. They traveled through downtown, and eventually the path was pulling them toward the coast. Cora was cursing inwardly. If they had gone mainland that was one thing, but Mae...Mae hated water. That made her feel even angrier. Neither said anything until they reached the docks, and she lifted the thread, watching where it led to water. The actual boat was gone, and that would pose a problem.
"F*** a****." Cora snarled, setting her helmet on the bike and trying to think. "Of all the places to take her. A frickin' boat." she leaned on her knees, trying to compose herself. "Ideas? My mutation is just here to point the direction."
Lost without him? Cora had a catty grin as she faced him, laughing. "They're so hopeless but you have soooo much time to yourself right now. Crime must be having a slow day. Glad they could spare you for a hike or two." She swallowed another drink and shook her head. The gel was starting to wear out from her hair and making it lay flatter. She looked a little less punk the longer they sat. It could have been the setting, or just that he was easy to relax around.
"I could probably be into heroics too if I was an ice-mancer. Much easier to swoop in and save the day when you can create giant ice slides out of thin air. For me it would just be 'hang onto my back while I break out my rock climbing gear, we'll get down this cliff eventually." She failed to see a way her own abilities would be of use on that type of A-team.
Cora was surprised the dog was trained to jump at the word assassin. Well, maybe he did pick up a few x's he shouldn't have. Her surprise dissolved into a laugh, and she covered her mouth as she smirked at him.
"I wouldn't say too many is a bad thing, but hell, if you got those type of x's, having a few of them forget you wouldn't be a bad thing. And it wouldn't be hard, just have to look for the ones that seem to say 'I want Sam dead'. Black like their souls." she teased. "Don't worry, I won't go grabbing at them without your permission. You see too much of your own threads I'm afraid you'll jump right off the cliff to escape me."
Cora set her helmet down on the couch for a second, and nodded as she was given a name. The figure in front of her had a dark energy currently, which made sense given the apartment. Now that they were standing close enough, Cora could see a dark red thread around the other's pinky finger. It was going the same direction one of Cora's was. She cursed under her breathe.
"Well, this is going to require a bit of a truce, I'm assuming... You're dating Mae." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Cora sighed and reached out, catching the end of the thread coming off from Seven and letting it become visible. Her own right hand showed a darker black string that went out the door, both taking the same path.
"She gave you my number because my power makes this simple: follow the thread, she's at the other end." She tucked her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket and released the threads, letting that sink in. Seven seemed smart. It would be a very quick game of connect the dots.
Cora passed the whisky, and smiled in a reassuring way. "Hey, you didn't know the topic had a sad edge, so don't stress it. He's still happy as a clam: he has come by the gym from time to time, man's proud of how it turned out." She gave herself a little more to drink. She hadn't noticed how her smile had gone from snark and sass to something more natural.
He pulled out the communicator and she snickered at his comment. "Wait, you said you were a teacher. Don't tell me you did the whole superhero bit too?" If she was honest with herself, she would admit feeling a bit jealous of some mutants and their heroics. She could only rely on what she could do with her own human abilities. The threads just got in the way most times.
Clearly, stabbing someone with a shoe was not a heroic action. "I mean, they call them stilettos for a reason. I had a bit of a temper in my younger, wilder days." She acted wise and mature, winking at him. "If your type likes to stab people, maybe I should help you clear out some old threads sometime. Can't have random assassins chasing us down on a good hike. Although, I think I could hold my own."
Cora has just gotten home for the night, keys still in hand, helmet under her arm, when her phone went off from her pocket. A boring day at work and a long bike ride had been all she had to show for her day. She should have known that was all too simple.
Cora wasn’t big in answering unknown numbers, but she didn’t have a spare hand to really check with, and hit answer before she could think twice. The voice on the other end surprised her, as was the news that came with it. There was a strange roller coaster of thoughts she had to process as she let her head hit the wall behind her. ”F***. She’s still smart as hell then. Where are you? Pack what you need because we’re going after her.” Cora was already hurrying through her apartment, snatching a bag and shoving supplies inside. She looked at the black string on her right hand and focused, watching it trail out the window.
How far? She could see the tiny trail of red, and cursed again, zipping her bag and bolting out the door. Within moments of getting the address, Cora wove through traffic until she arrived at the right apartment.
Walking upstairs, Cora found the place, blood boiling when she saw the scene. It had been years since they broke up, but the other girl clearly still had a temper to be reckoned with. ”You have a name? Better to get a few things in the open before we get much deeper into this.” Cora commented when she was in the doorway.
Cora regretted referring to herself as a Cali-kid already. She could feel the jokes starting, both hating and sort of enjoying the attention. "For an ice mutant you aren't that cold. Aren't you supposed to like, be aloof? Mysterious? Doesn't that go with the territory?" She laughed, finishing what she had poured for herself and setting her glass down.
"The whole personality goes with the powers bit doesn't always pan out I guess. You just had to be cool instead of cold I take it." She could play the puns game too. Not that she would come up with many he hadn't heard of.
Cora nodded when things drifted back to her dad. "His name is Gary. He's still around, sort of... Broke his back climbing a few years back, has been in a wheelchair since. But he never regretted it. Well, he regretted falling. But he always claimed he would still climb even knowing how it would end. I guess I got a bit of his fearlessness. At least with most things." She wouldn't call herself afraid of relationships, but she was certainly cautious. That was the only caution she allowed in her life, however.
She was pleased he agreed not to bring someone else here. For some reason, that made it feel nicer. "You don't see yourself trying to rock one of those Michael Korrs puffy jackets? No flashy gold shoes? So boring!" She taunted. She flat out grimaced when he called her Cali-girl.
"Hell, I've met some of the worst. Their $1000 purses and their tiny little stilettos. You haven't seen a cat fight until you've stabbed a girl with her own stiletto. Only happened once though. California school district brings out some wicked fights." She admitted. The girl needed stitches, Cora got a slap on the wrist when bigger issues drew the attention away from her. Not that Cora had anything to do with that. There may have been a few members of staff with sudden amnesia who couldn't remember what caused the fight to begin with.
Cora laughed, glad she had swallowed her last mouthful of whisky before she did. It would have been unfortunate to waste such a good brew on a cheesy joke. "Poor thing, having to deal with both versions of you! They do say dog is man's best friend, though. And maybe it helps he doesn't understand all the puns you throw around. And, you know, free ice. That's a benefit if you're a doggo."
She smirked happily, letting him nudge her. The alcohol was starting to do it's work, warmth in her body and letting her muscles relax. She quirked an eyebrow at his story, but no judgement. "Some people would think something like that sounds lonely, but heck, I would have a blast taking a trip like that. I'm not all immune to ice like you, but I don't mind it. Ironic for a Cali-kid." She kicked her feet against the rocks and chuckled.
"Probably comes from climbing so much. Higher you go, colder it gets. Can't fall off a mountain 'cus your fingers get too chilly, you learn to suck it up and keep going. Dad had a forward movement attitude. If I inherited anything, that would have been it. 'You can give up because of something temporary, or suck it up and find something that will last forever'. He was full of crap like that. But he did take me on some insane climbs. I don't regret going along." She smiled. She never regretted good memories like that.
"I know most the trails. I've explored this area a lot on my days off. I'd be happy to show you a few things. But--" She turned and wagged a finger at him. "You drag some date up here thinkin' you can show her the sunset and impress her, I may have to cut a few threads in retaliation. Guys who drag girls out here in their new designer hiking boots are just a mess for the rest of us."
Cora made a face. "Fine, you caught me. Cynic, yes, but there are people out there who genuinely seem to have found that person. It...It wouldn't be so bad to come across something genuine." She took another swing and leaned back on one hand, considering it. "Wouldn't have considered you to be an optimist though. Men who chase women on motorcycles don't usually strike me as the settling down variety." She mused. She watched as he gave Bruno his own drink, and grinned.
"Now that's a spoiled dog. I approve." She could get used to having a dog around. Her loft certainly felt quiet with just herself there. Probably why she spent so much time moving from one adventure to the next.
"It's not the hardest hike, but it's out of the city, clean air, quiet. I have a friend in the area who won't come hunt me down if I'm out here a little past closing. I mean, you can drink at a bar, but would you get the same view?" She shut her eyes and grinned, breathing in the smell of trees. Nope, a bar wouldn't compare.
"And I'm sure I can find another fun spot to visit. Most people visit New York for the city, but you get into the wilderness, the ocean, there are plenty of other things to find. Take a trail that way a bit--" She pointed with her free hand to the right of where they were sitting. "There's a hell of a waterfall. And you haven't even seen the ice caves. I mean, when's the last time you went to an ice cave you didn't create yourself?" She asked with a grin.
