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?
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Cora tilted her head at the invitation, pretending to look surprised. "Invitation to see Sam in his official work environment. Brave soul. I could go parading all your threads around and...wait, pretty sure if they work with you they would know what they're in for anyway." She jabbed.
He flipped between a few languages, and Cora laughed. "Hey I picked up a few words in Spanish in California. Although 'get the hell outta my way' probably isn't the best thing to teach kids." She decided.
They had finally reached a stopping point when the topic hit the depressing note. She could practically feel his discomfort. Letting go of all the threads, she flipped her backpack off and sighed. "You asked. Threads are not a pleasant subject. It's a walking reminder of how shitty people can be. Paint me a cynic, but you see enough people walking with one arm around their girlfriend and another leading to someone else, you learn to block it out."
It was time to avoid the drag that had come up. She pulled out the whisky bottle, an expensive Irish she had been given for Christmas and hadn't taken a chance to drink yet. Now seemed appropriate. She pulled out glasses and handed one to him before zipping the bag back up and slinging it over one shoulder. "Get all serious like that on me again, may have to drink this on my own just to drown out all the feelings." she gave a mock shudder, then cracked open the bottle. She winked and took a swing straight from it before pouring some into her own glass and handing the rest back to him. Then she walked to the edge of the landing, and sat down, feet dangling out into the air.
They were sitting on a ledge that sat high above the trees. You could see in all directions, the first fire-colored red of sunset starting to tint the sky behind them. Drinking again, Cora leaned back on one hand, letting the alcohol warm on it's way down. It didn't take much to bottle down emotions for her. Sometimes she felt like she was cutting her own threads, escaping reality with the numbness.
"Hey, no whisky for you," she grinned and lifted her cup away from Bruno as he moved to take a sniff.
Cora was far more amused with his reaction than she probably should have been. There was something about being able to make the ice mutant loose his cool for a moment, and having the upper hand with her powers wasn't something she would have on very many occasions. She enjoyed it. He could cough all he wanted, she had already seen the worst of what there was.
Or, she thought she had seen the worst. Lost a decade. That would definitely explain the threads. She considered what she had seen, and decided she was spotting the threads to people he used to have relationships with. Not remembering them had in it's own way severed the relationship. But having it only one way meant it wasn't truly 'cut'.
"That sounds like a trip. I haven't met anyone that's happened to, but I feel like one of my staff has? You work around mutants long enough, you hear a lot of the drama that goes around." She watched the excited dog, and her smile softened. "Heck, I would hang around a Mutant Manor to see Bruno too. He's a good boy." Tail wag. Of course Bruno knew he was.
"Do you know what you taught? Clearly something more respectable than ice puns and pick-up lines. Hmm... gym? Self-defense? Can't see you as a math teacher, sorry," she taunted.
He asked about his threads again and Cora reached over, carefully selecting one of the faded threads. This one actually was two threads wound together, which was unique by itself. Letting her energy connect it, he could see the almost transparent thread, and another normal red string tied around it. "So, see that almost invisible one? That's what I mean. I'm guessing that's someone you knew when you were older you. The string around it probably means you still have a relationship with that person, but it's different. Separate. You also have these ones..." She selected a different thread, just a normal pink one that was almost gone. "No other strings hanging around. I would assume it was someone you knew before, but haven't interacted with since you forgot them. Threads are...complicated." She let go. They all vanished again for him.
"People are a mess. What's that quote? 'Oh what a tangled web we weave'. I can tease you because I can see your threads and you can't see mine. Pretty sure everyone is their own version of a mess in the long run." She shrugged.
Cora felt the sudden cold breeze, and shivered against her will, trying to pull her jacket tighter. She shot Sam a look, but the annoyance was fake and more amused then anything. "You didn't strike me as the jealous type. After all, your thread count in the lust category is pretty dang high." That was a bit fun to throw out there. She had explained a number of thread colors, but never directly gave him which emotion coral was.
After giving the dog one more hug, she kept hiking further up the trail listening to him talk. She listened to his comment about reading things, and paused. "Speaking of threads, did you like, get amnesia or something? I'm not usually one to jump into personal matters, but you have these threads that just sort of, fade. And you mentioned reading about where you found Bruno... I'm not detective, but that would make sort of sense to me?" She hitched her backpack higher, and climbed over a larger step in the trail.
"A mansion sounds eventful. Oh, are you out at that Xavier's sister school or something? Heck, I forgot what it's called these days. We always just called it Mutant Manor at the gym. Heck I bet Bruno get's a lot more attention if you are." She had mixed feelings about kids just from working at Anti-Gravity. Some of them were adorable, and she almost felt like she would enjoy having one of her own someday. Then along would come the worlds most horrible brat and she would regret ever considering a family.
Plus, kids meant relationships. And relationships meant broken threads. Broken families. Broken lives. She disliked that more than anything.
The trail wove higher. With any luck, they should reach a good spot to sit within a half-hour. That left enough time to sit and chill before it got too dark. She hadn't exactly planned to reach their stop at sunset, but it actually seemed possible. Choosing a later time had been more for avoiding other hikers. She really wasn't a romantic; she gave that thinking up long ago. But happy accidents, and whatnot.
"I'd love to see this guy at a dog park. Always wanted a dog. Looked into getting one a few times, but they would have to be a pretty active breed to come out with me." She had seen other people take their smaller dogs in a backpack for their adventures, but Cora couldn't see herself with something that little. Bruno was a treat.
Speaking of Bruno...She grinned down at the dog and reached down to pet him again. "Does that mean I have to pretend to be cold just to get cuddles from you, handsome man?" The dog's tail wagged, and she gushed at her four-legged hiking partner for a few more moments before continuing forward.
"How long have you had him?" She asked conversationally.
Cora was ready for his retort, and deflected it easily, "I said he was cuter, it's possible for a kitten to be cuter than a rock, doesn't mean the rock is cute." She winked, letting his ego absorb that. He knew he was attractive, just like she knew she was. Sometimes the banter was half the fun.
"If he starts carrying back girl's phone numbers, I'll be more apt to believe you had a hand in his training. Right now he only has the leash, so it's up for debate." They wound toward the start of an incline. It would be easy for the first part, gradual resistance that both of them could handle. No rock climbing today. If they drank too much of the alcohol she didn't want a path that would be too horrible to navigate back down.
"A bottle of whisky, a cold rock and a dog. If that's romantic then I guess I'm Jane Austin." Cora smirked back.
Cora adjusted her jacket, but was still smiling. "Actually the ride wasn't bad. I know how to dress for a long ride, although I'm sure you handle the cold much better than I do. It's relaxing getting out of the city though. No cars to avoid and red lights to run."
Cora heard Sam’s call and turned, unable to stop a grin when she spotted the large dog. When he was close enough, she smirked and offered a hand for the dog to sniff. ”I see you brought a wingman! Sorry Sam, but I think he’s cuter than you!” she found her offered palm rewarded with a lick, and grinned as she gave the large dog pets.
”I bet he’s better trained than you too! He is even obeying trail rules, got his own leash.” she motioned for Sam to follow, taking lead toward the trail they would take.
”Enjoy the drive up? Haven’t come out here in awhile, looks like we picked a good day. They are staying open later because of the later sunset. Will be nice view for our drink.” she smirked.
It was about two hours drive out to The trails start. Cora took her bike, and the weather had made even that part enjoyable. She greeted one of the attendants as she found a place to park, the girl an old employee from back at Anti-Gravity, and the real reason Cora knew this location. She had brought a backpack, the whisky bottle tucked inside. No one would bother here about it so long as nothing was left behind.
If it had been colder the ice caves would have been the final destination, but there were still lots of gully’s and good scenic stops to look at. She checked her phone, noting the time. It would be interesting to see how Sam handled this idea of going out for a drink.
When and where... Cora gave a devious smirk then answered. ”Minnewaska State Park Preserve, Sam's Point. Get there however you want and I’ll have the drink for you. Thursday, 5:00.” She didn’t give details on how far away the trail was. From experience it was almost two hours on her bike, but the trails were worth it. If it was winter, the caves would be too.
She watches as he took down the ice, fishing out a pen from her bag. Like any good old school date, she grabbed his hand and put the number there in sharpie. If he was smart he would write it down before it washed off.
”There are benefits to beating me or losing to me. You just won’t know which until it happens. You like whisky?” she winked, and then walked away to leave him with a sense of mystery. ”I’ll see you Thursday then!”
Cora considered his question, "If you always feel like you're winning then we will just have to change the bets. You only get a drink when you lose. I can be creative." The two of them hanging out could either be a lot of fun, or it would turn into two stubborn showoffs fighting for attention. So far, she didn't have a clear verdict on that.
When they reached the bottom she got her feet under her easily. It had been fun, actually, taking his fast path down. They may have a little clean up to do later, but that was normal in this part of the gym. He hadn't gone into the main area at least. "I don't think they would pay to ride the slide down, but maybe to climb an ice wall up. You underestimate the clients here. I mean, we are climbing rocks for fun." she joked.
She considered his question. "I think it was careful enough. I mean, you already won the race to the top. And I still get a drink out of it. I feel like this was more a benefit for me in the end," she remarked. Now that they were on solid ground, Trish went back to the other area of the gym, and things resumed a more typical operation. Well, typical while avoiding the ice currently in the mutant zone.
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Cora quirked an eyebrow at him, and laughed about the ego comment. She rolled her eyes as the laugh dissolved into a smirk, ”If your ego can take the hits does that mean you need to come down a few notches? Because there are other things we can try next time. We can backpack to a real cliff and take another shot at this. Eventually I’ll get one up on you.” she bragged.
Something in common huh? Cora grinned a bit more competitively, ”Guess it’s only a problem if we pursued the same person. Then you would really take a blow to the ego when you found out you still lost.” Thinking about it actually sounded fun. Going to a bar and seeing who could pick someone up first. A true challenge.
He mentioned the ride down and she stood, holding on but not with a death grip like some girls might do. Tight enough not to fall, and certainly to satisfy his interest in being close. ”Hey be careful or its as close as you’ll get.” she warned playfully.
Cora accepted the little ice sphere, holding it in her hand and letting it sooth her fingers. Chalk washed away and revealed a few little scratches, but nothing bad. She had done worse just screwing around in the gym.
He deflected the questions initially, which confirmed what she had already seen. Heck, she could see the different threads on him. He had his share of relationship, or rather, lack thereof. Maybe that was what caused him to dance between honesty and trying to avoid commented on it. She was a little happier though she at least ranked higher. She could handle that.
"I don't really try to impress guys very often. They seem to take a hit to the ego pretty hard," she said in a thoughtful voice. Then she looked over and smirked. "Girls, I have impressed a few of those. That scare you?" It was true, she dated a few more women than men. But there were flaws to both. She found it easier to be casual with a guy, they were less likely to get attached.
He was a smart ass about her final defeat, but she tolerated it. Once she was settled next to him, she breathed in relief. Her arms felt like jello, and her fingers felt raw from effort. ”Don’t gloat, I could turn out to be a sore loser after all,” she warned. Not that she really wanted to rid herself of the most logical path down. She could feel Scout watching from across the room, still unconvinced she would get herself down safely. She resisted flipping the father figure off. For now.
Sam offered a fist and Cora laughed and accepted it. She felt like he was making her laugh a lot so far. It was a sort of relaxing feeling. It had been awhile since she spent time with someone that had so much energy and, well, wit. She would call it that. It wasn’t all good humor, but he thought fast and it amused her. Made it worth putting up with a cheesy pun or two.
”Is impressing you hard to do? Now you got me curious where I rank among your daily pursuits.” She raised an eyebrow, watching for the skittish tendencies he seemed to show earlier. When he asked about her arms, she waved him off. ”They’ll be fine, tomorrow I’ll probably regret more, but hell, builds muscle. Can’t say I want to try this one again, though.” she looked at the pads of her fingers, feeling where the rocks had dug into skin. She wouldn’t be surprised if she found scratches under all the chalk when she washed later.
Cora heard his question, but waited until she had a good solid grip on the wall before answering. She wasn’t kidding when she said this was hard, and her hands were already burning trying to hold the rock face. ”If you beat me to the top, we can have that drink we discussed,” she smirked. Honestly, it was like a freebie for him. A glance to the ice mutant proved he had a much more useful technique for tackling this.
She already knew he could get there first. Heck, the higher she climbed the more she wondered if he would be the only one to get there. There were no solid footholds, her hands holding more weight than she expected. She chalked her hands between reaches, jaw set with determination. The higher she got, the more focused she became, as it became less about showing off and more about not falling.
He got there first, but she found the last handhold at the top. She felt her arms shake a little as she paused. ”What are the chances I...can trouble you for a safer route down?” she asked, feeling her body admitting defeat despite her mind wanting to object. If she tried to move now, she would take a very fast, very painful path to the bottom. Trish would catch her, but it was not how she wanted to end this.
He was direct: that made it a little easier, honestly. Cora nodded her head, "Currently unattached." The unattached part also functioned as a joke, since he had literally seen all of the threads running from her to other people. The difference was, romance. She was not tying herself down with another person right now. Enough purple threads in her life to go around.
The were facing the mutant wall and he asked the loaded question. Never tried it?. Cora shrugged, and watched as the cat woman came back down, doing a little jump at the end and landing on all fours. Trish turned and gave her a look. Cora returned it, almost like answering a challenge. Scout would have words with her later. She was all ready to tune that out. "There's a first time for everything." She found a belt nearby with chalk, and strapped that on. She would need it. None of the staff said a word, but she already knew they were focused on what she was doing.
"We better hope you have fast reflexes. I'd rather not break anything to impress a guy," she dusted her hands and then took the first few handholds, starting upward.
Cora was much more careful on this course. If she fell while bouldering there were plenty of safety mats, but this was free solo climbing. On normal circumstances, you fell, it was not going to be pretty. Her dad broke his back doing something stupid like this, and maybe that's why she could feel Scout glaring at her. Yeah, she was made of the same vein of bravery. You couldn't get rid of that easily. It took a lot of grip strength to hold onto some of the tiny notches, body flat against the rock to prevent herself from leaning backward. There was a familiar rush that came from trying something dangerous. She owned the place, right? She was just making sure everything was a-okay for people to use.
Cora raised an eyebrow at him. ”We just met and you already want to know my secrets? Not that it’ll do you much good I suppose. You can’t see them unless I show you.”
There was a mocking twinkle in her eye then she lifted her hand again, pointing out a few colors for him to see. For her, there was nothing to hide, even when it came to the coral strands. ”Lightest are the most casual interactions. They disappear on their own. The deeper they go, the more permanent. Someone has a crush? I see that. Or someone is seeing another person on the side, there’s a string for that.
“The last stage is dark red. That would be that lovely thing people seem to call true love or devotion, if it’s a friend. Not to sound like a cynic, but not everyone is gifted finding relationships that work. Most of us mere mortals end up with these:”
She picked out a purple strand, what once was pink and stained with black patches. The rest she let fade again, giving him one thing to focus on. ”This is a relationship gone bad. More than enough of these to go around. Friends fight? Purple thread. Bad relationship with the parents? Purple thread. New York has a heap of those.”
She let go of her visual aid, and started walking toward the wall she mentioned. She grinned at his question. ”The threads aren’t tangible. I can hold them to cut them or show them but if I tried to put any lasting weight in them it would be like holding water. No use for rock climbing. But that would be a bonus: using your relationship with an x to literally climb a mountain.”
She motioned to the clifflike structure. Today only one mutant was climbing, a rather catlike female with green tiger stripes. She was using claws to pull herself up, and it clearly took a lot of strength to manage.
