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 easier to accept the hand holding when Evelyn wasn't around to comment on it. Doc at least seemed to understand 'near death' allowed some room for PDA post healing. But Evelyn would be the first to remind them to get a room. Although, getting a room did seem to be the immediate problem. Her own home was somehow the target or ninjas now...
"I guess up north wouldn't have the same wildlife either..." she also eyed the guinea pig, that finally let out a bored squeak and waddled from the room. Evelyn returned with the coffee pot, miraculously without any spilled. Benefits of the echoes, Cora assumed. She took a cup with a awkward thank you as Evelyn plopped next to Doc.
"You're staying? Is she staying in your room? Is that allowed?" Evelyn asked. She knew most of what was or what wasn't allowed, but this fell into one of those 'grey areas' the echoes didn't seem to handle well. Magic, that was a grey area. Murder attempts, those were also grey areas. She squinted closer at Cora. "I mean, Becca and Mirror live together but they were more into the whole marria--"
"Bed." Doc cut Evelyn off and scooted her toward the door, sparing Cora and Sam what was about to be a jump into dangerous conversation territory. It was a good thing Sam had her hand or Cora would be inclined to cut threads in a panic if someone started talking about marriage and kids right after a ninja attack.
Sam woke up and Evelyn waited for the echoes to give the all clear before scurrying over and standing next to him. She was torn between the feeling of relief he was fine and her characteristic stubbornness that stopped her from showing she cared.
Instead of a hug, she gave him a light kick in the newly healed shin. "You shouldn't overuse your powers like that! Both of you! Oh, this is Sir Fluff. Magic is weird." her moment of annoyance quickly vanished as she pet her giant pet on the head.
They didn't get a chance to talk more because Cora woke up and the echoes once again reminded Evelyn to stay out of reach. Cora swung a fist, mentally still fighting ninjas until she registered she was safe, her hand narrowly missing Sam.
"I smell coffee...", she said, relaxing more then trying slowly to sit up. Evelyn made a dramatic sigh then went for the door. "I'll be back..." She wondered if she could carry the whole pot without spilling it... Guess she would find out!
Cora quickly confirmed Sam was okay. Doc let the two talk, returning to his own coffee. "Are we okay here?" Cora felt strange being at the school with kids around after almost being killed by masked men. She didn't want the danger to follow them.
Cora was looking at the threads on her hand, aware one then another vanished. Cut in a way she knew meant killed. She felt regret, not that they were dead but that Sam had to be the one to do it. Her mind swam with the thoughts of blood and the superstitions killing carried. She wanted them to be out of here, away from the danger. Protected. The only safety from the blood and death was to leave.
They needed help. They needed to tell someone they were in danger. Cora didn't have her phone, but she had her powers, and at least she knew one person well enough to reach their thread. She focused on the distant thread that would be linked to Evelyn, and willed just the other half of the thread to show. Be ready... she did not doubt the message would pass through.
If no one showed up to help them, at least she could make sure Doc was awake. Cora felt herself loose hold of the thread and fall into darkness.
There was a lot of information to process, and she was trying to be less of a target than she felt like. Super villain was still locked up, so that left one grumpy rock climber as a suspect. It felt like someone else had to have been connected, but then she tried to imagine the man's face and thread, watching it flash black as the thin line linked to her.
"Huh, angry rock climber it is...
Something about her comment set off the nearest ninja. The sword was lost to Sam, but a kick slammed her hand, and walking stick, into the railing with an awful crack.
She swore in a noise that was a strangled cry if pain. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of a scream, but every time an attacker decided breaking her hand was the fastest defense, she swore she would buy wrist guards or something to ever feel this horrible pain again.
Jump?! An explosion, there was too much happening at once. She obeyed and launched herself over the railing at the signal. She used her good arm to make the jump smoother then landed into the solid grip of a gollum.
She felt dizzy, wanting to throw up now from the pain. She was surrounded by dark threads. Threads that wanted her dead, threads that were willing to hurt Sam over it. She snarled and cut, despite the broken bones she could feel in her hand. The paused, giving Sam a window to fight. She didn't care what threads she cut, she needed to do something to help them escape.
Although, she was pretty sure her legs were not supporting her at this point... She was holding onto the frozen figure just to remain upright. dead weight.. she thought.
Cora swung her stick, but this attacker caught it and yanked it from her hand. Instead she reached out and randomly cut threads on the man, leaving him frozen in confusion and then crashed into by his Conrad's.
"Well, there was Private Dancer, and then this guy at my work but he just kept insisting he wanted to buy the gym and I told him to--" she dove when she was instructed to and yelped as someone swung for her hand to stop her from cutting more threads.
"I mean, I've had some robbers try to follow me but ninjas is new. Gotta keep in interesting? And I don't know, do these guys walk around in black during the day?" another deflected attack and cut thread. She tried not to get too crazy with her powers, already lacking energy. She needed coffee. This was a rough way to wake up.
Sam was asking questions and Cora was trying to process them. She was also trying to wake up, defend herself, and not get stabbed. Why were they targeting her? She let the strands flash for a moment, noting dark colors to the ninjas, and one deep thread leading off into the unknown. "They are here on orders, although I bet you could have already guessed that.... Who did I piss off though? I only remember fighting one person recently and they don't associate with ninja I think..."
Hallway. A knife got close enough to kick adrenaline into her veins, and ice stopped it from reaching her. She liked to brag her self defense skills were adequate, but it was clear a night attack was playing to her weaknesses. If she was alone today, if she was sleeping...
Less wondering, more moving! Survival was not about regrets, it was about being in the moment and making choices to escape and regret later. She swung her hiking stick and struck someone's head, then ducked toward the stairs.
Other than her lack of cooking abilities, one of Cora's largest weak points was her heavy sleeping. Cora was NOT a morning person, which was unfortunately evident in situations like this. The yell forced her body to respond, rolling to the side as the heavy fog of sleep tried to weigh her down. Adrenaline flickered, but her whole body felt like it was ten times heavier as she struggled to comprehend what was happening.
Crashes. Danger. Sam. The last memory got her to roll to the floor and let the little flash of pain force her eyes open.
She saw feet in the doorway. She activated her powers and grabbed the strand linking the two men standing there. She cut, letting them join her sense of confusion and grappling under the bed, grabbing a hiking stick from under there. She tried to remember if the pepper spray her dad gave her was still in the nightstand, then decided that would cause more harm than good. Never pick a self defense weapon that can be used against yourself... her dad had once advised.
Good, her brain was at least thinking even if her legs felt like jello. She swung the stick and collected with someone's shins.
"There better be coffee left after this... she snarled to the second silhouette, who dodged her swing. She felt around for more threads, severing another bond between ninjas. Ninjas? Maybe she wasn't awake yet after all.
Living room. She needed to get toward Sam who was alert and fighting while her own legs seemed to refuse to function. The man seemed to shake the confusion and lunged toward her, so she swung again. He caught the weapon with a hand and she countered with a knee to his stomach.
Oh, her legs worked now. She jumped over the man in the doorway and stumbled into the living room.
Sam had an enthusiasm about training others that made her smile. While she didn't exactly like working with kids, her experience at the rock climbing gym did teach her to appreciate watching people learn. Her boyfriend acted tough on his students, but she felt he did it for the right reasons.
"Maybe it's fine calling it off today then. So long as they aren't getting it too easy."[/b she remarked acting thoughtful.
Cora didn't have much chance to respond to his jab about her attendance record when he finished by a comment about his own childhood. Cora made a face, "We turned into mostly adult adults... Model students or not." it was early, and conveying her thoughts was difficult. She gave up and resumed her attempt at being a starfish and taking over the bed, throwing an arm across boyfriend and dog.
Then Sam said something that made her pause and look at him. "You saw...something similar? I don't think I felt anything psychic but...I did snip a thread last night....You don't think I caught anyone's attention, do yoga? it would explain why it all felt so traumatic. She felt her anxiety rising and the weight of Bruno shifted to try and calm her again.
He wasn't leaving. Cora hated that something so simple rattled her, but nothing could shake this sensation that the danger had been real, and something really had gone wrong. "I'm sure your students will give you an earful for not showing up. They seem to do that anytime an adult doesn't show up on time...like an excuse to get away with it themselves. Not that I ever used those excuses.." she smirked.
Settling back she looked at the string, looked at the ceiling and grumbled. "Like, everything kept going wrong. There was a car, and a fire... Maybe you didn't lose the fight? Maybe that's the problem is it was just random accidents."
Cora felt unusually sentimental when Sam suggested she look at their thread. It only took a second for the red string to become visible, connecting the two. It was a little weird she could see it in the dark, but maybe that's just mutant magic doing its thing. Who needed light, right?
"Just...a fight went bad. Generally I don't seem to worry about things like that but actually watching something happen to...I'll be fine. I don't want to make you late for training." Bruno's tail gave an enormous thump as if to reassure them he was more than capable of helping.
Cora felt tired, the adrenaline starting to die. She really was NOT a morning person...
"Maybe we can order in or something today? Not sure why but I don't feel like going out." she found herself saying.
It took a moment for Cora to calm down even with the words from Sam. In her head was the resounding feeling of distress. No, they were okay. He was here, everything was fine. She felt Bruno move and floooopppp against her, the sudden weight stunning her enough to snap out of it.
"Just felt...real. What time is it? If you're up its way too early." she complained, sounding much more like herself.
She wanted to comment about the alarm clock. Something about that sound bothered her today. She considered going back to sleep to see if her mood would righten itself.
Cora was no longer paying attention to the driver, or the car. The thread was dark, and it lead to a figure just inside the diner door.
The thread leading from the stranger to Sam was pitch black. Cora fumbled, trying to see if she could get within range to cut the thread, yell to Sam, stop this.
The driver was taking her boyfriend's attention. She had her mouth open to warn him, the yell still in the air as a gunshot fired.
An alarm clock was going off.
Cora woke up faster than she had in years and flung out an arm, catching Sam's wrist.
Why...why was she so relieved he was there? Why did it feel like she had a horrible nightmare that just kept coming back?
Cora wanted to respond more to Sam's statements, but she lacked ice armor to protect her lungs. Instead she went for good-old-fashion holding her breathe and trying to breathe through her shirt. Out of the kitchen, she took smaller breathes until she was sure she wouldn't break into a hacking cough. Sam already looked rough and she didn't want to add to his worries.
She did manage to feel the flinch and the way he was moving. He must have hurt something.
"Next time maybe we can order in...or cook. I think we need a change of scenery after this."
Sam moved to check the driver, and Cora moved to look out the window. The street was filled with cops and arriving first responders. Everyone had moved to a safe distance, which seemed smart. Cora looked down at her threads, tracing the spiderweb connections in her mind. There was a temporary flicker of color from the kitchen staff she helped, a flutter of grey from another direction, and she turned, looking to see how Sam was doing.
She started to look back at the grey thread. Was it darkening? But where did it go...
It felt like ages until Sam opened the door. Cora floundered momentarily, wanting to grab him in a hug and also not wanting to grab hold of the ice armor. Or injuries. She was already analyzing him to note where he could be hurt just by how he carried himself.
"We're fine. What about everyone else?" Cars, explosions. The girl...Meggy?, was already on a beeline straight for the outside world. That left just Cora and Sam.
And lingering smoke. Cora went to ask what was happening, then realized there still wasn't much clean air. She coughed and yanked her shirt up to cover her nose.
The day felt sluggish. Things that should have been normal seemed like they took enormous effort for Cora. Choosing where to go for breakfast made her stomach give a lurch she didn't understand, and when she went to the bathroom, she turned toward the kitchen without understanding why.
The car crashed, the gas line was busted. Cora found herself running toward a freezer, scrambling over appliances without questioning where her instincts were going. Just get in there...
The second the freezer door shut, a loud explosion almost threw her into the employee who had yelled at her appearance. The girl was screaming, dropping the bucket of cheese she had been carrying. Cora pushed her energy into the threads linking her and Sam. He was there, she was there. She left them visible, reaching up and touching the cold door.
Explosion, gas, car accident...and a thread she never should have cut. Was this why she didn't want to leave this morning? Why did it all feel so familiar?
"What do we do? Should we wait here? What about-"
"I can't hear what's happening out there, please, be quiet!" Cora yelled back. The girl clamped her mouth shut and Cora reached for the handle, trying to feel if there was a remaining fire or if Sam was handling that too.
He would, wouldn't he? He took care of the car? But, what if he wasn't okay?
"Does the kitchen have a fire suppression system? How long does it take to activate?"
