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 tried not to let her own competitive instinct get to her, but the intense gaze Evelyn had focused on her made it clear failure was expected. Or maybe not expected, but wanted? It was hard to imagine their future when day one already had such clear competition springing up.
Cora wasn’t as accurate as Evelyn, but her physical strength made up for it. The young girl watched, wanting to comment on flaws in technique, but Cora didn’t give much opportunity. She jabbed, and when Sam returned a hit she ducked fluidly and playfully tried to knock the mitt toward his face.
”She’s old, that’s why she’s better,” Evelyn insisted. For someone who was always focused on facts and reasoning, this complaint sounded very...normal, for her age.
”What do you think? Am I old?” Cora remarked, eyes twinkling slightly. Depending on his response, she saved a jab or two that could be a bit more forceful, but not without losing her good humor. She was fairly patient now that they were outdoors and she was not being threatened with words like ‘mom’.
Evelyn glared a little at Sam, which had a bit of a resemblance to a small cat glaring at a large dog. She didn’t stop trying though, her ego demanding she defend it. She hated being small sometimes! If she were her old size at least she could maneuver more, use more strategy to make her size count.
Her arms felt a little like jello. She groaned at the mention of rock climbing. ”Why did you have to date someone athletic too? Rock climbing does not sound fun....”
Cora raised an eyebrow and couldn’t stop a smile, ”Frankly I think it’s a lot of fun. You must not have been outdoors a lot....” she mused.
Evelyn was busy glaring at Cora and was forced to try dodging the incoming ‘attack’. She yelped and flopped backward onto her butt, then made another face at them.
Evelyn seemed to consider what Sam was saying, and while she knew he was mostly bluffing about the Molotovs, she decided maybe she would be on good behavior...for now. The young girl knew many people she could mess with in the mansion, but she liked her new dad enough NOT to scare away his girlfriend.
Cora, in turn, did not do anything to upset the young girl. But maybe that was because her brain was still struggling with this complicated little family unit they had. If she stayed with Sam what would that make her? A mom? Did Evelyn even need a mom? Cora wasn’t the most maternal person, so she wasn’t sure how she would do with any of this.
Evelyn jabbed quickly, her footwork and training evident. She learned quickly, but there wasn’t much force behind her hits still. Muscles took longer to train. And the cold was distracting. She made a face when Sam made it colder, but kept working, trying to avoid any incoming hits.
”You are pretty accurate. Have you guys done strength training? I mean, you can’t do too much because she’s stroll growing, but a little shouldn’t hurt...”
Evelyn hit just a tiny bit harder as if to prove she had some strength, but her small form couldn’t do a lot.
If Evelyn looked bothered that Sam called her out, she didn't show it. Cora was almost certain the child seemed proud. There was a certain bounce to her steps as they went outside, at least, until Sam picked up the punching mitts.
"Awww, we don't get to play with anything more dangerous?"
Cora scratched Bruno behind the ears and then laughed at Evelyn's reaction. "I'll let her go first. No use showing off yet."
This remark seemed to be a challenge for Evelyn who quickly moved into a fighting stance. She shot Cora a look as if to say 'I'll show you!'. That was the goal, however. Cora managed to get Evelyn motivated to train by honing in on the one thing the girl took defense about: her ego.
Cora tried to tune out the conversations the best that she could. The specific request for Sam to wear a banana hammock and a cuffs had her both confused and amused, and also made it hard to ignore what was going on. She Let her attention focus on the scenery, and then she relaxed as the breeze entered the plane.
Task one? Have fun. Try to ignore Sam's strange relationships with the other women, and maybe get a tan... While the other's ran for the beach, Cora took a second to shed shorts and shirt, revealing her bikini already set to go. The Atlantean had apparently been raised in a land where there were no swimsuits, and while she could appreciate a uh, attractive woman, Cora was more focused on seeing where Sam's focus was.
She wasn't jealous, right? Nope. But she still went toward the water, reaching out for one of Juniper's threads as she did. "Admiring the view?" she laughed, noting the coral color. She saved Juniper the awkwardness of letting the thread connect to it's target, Amethyst, but both of them would know what Cora meant.
Evelyn was distracted. There were strings everywhere. Colored strings, silver strings, tiny faded strings that seemed like they had been pink or red. Oh, there were a LOT of faded strings. Why were they faded? She tried to grab one, but her hand passed through it. She tried again. Her sudden frustration with the strings made her ignore Cora, the one who caused them.
Cora, meanwhile, blinked as she watched Evelyn grab at the strings like a kitten, swatting at the colored lines. Doc Prof actually chuckled, stepping back as he finished with her last injury. “You may actually have an Anti-Evelyn power. Oh, don’t feel bad. Anything that can stop her antics is welcome around here.”
Cora has mercy, however, and made the strings disappear. Evelyn continued blinking where they had been, before pausing and sitting in a nearby chair. ”I don’t...where do they all go? Some went to Sam, and you, but people? I forgot all those people?”
Cora slipped next to Sam and gave him an apologetic look. ”Sorry, I was just, surprised. We can move this somewhere? Look, all better.” She held up her hand so he could see the damage was gone.
Evelyn seemed to realize she failed to answer a question, then started to answer them all at once, ”Tedward said you came to BlacTac, and I found a security video, and you had papers.... but there was no audio. That was a couple days ago? How come she can make people uncomfortable with her powers and I can’t? That’s not fair.”
It was probably a good thing Sam moved fast. Cora had to fight to stay awake as it was, surprisingly comfortable despite the levels of pain. Maybe that was just what happened when you used your powers on yourself. The fog had cleared from her thoughts but she felt like she was still carrying the weight of it.
She listened while he explained the situation with the kid. Her jaw clenched when the dad was mentioned. "I hope you taught him a lesson for hitting a kid. De-aged or not. That's messed up." Cora had a feeling he did, but the spark of anger she felt needed reassurance.
Then her brain went back to the actual situation. "I mean, I am glad you're helping her. I just...how does that work, exactly? I mean, you live here, so she just stays with the other kids? This isn't going to turn into some awkward family meeting or something?" her mouth almost choked on the word 'family'. She intentionally diverted her brain away from focusing on that too much. Thankfully, she was in front of Doc Prof now, and he moved to look at her wrist and fingers.
"Ironically, I didn't think he'd be surprised you were missing your shirt. Seemed like it would have happened to you before...sonofa--" Doc took the distraction to relocate her finger before he could heal it. She fought with watering eyes, breathing through her nose to keep from cussing more.
Cora had to reminder herself not to try asking more questions until the drop was over, thinking it would be pretty embarrassing to accidentally bite her tongue at this point in the day. She already had injuries, a self-inflicted one would be even worse. She let the cold numb some of the pain in the meantime, grumbling a little at his answer.
"Still a kick in the ego. I'll try not to take it personally though," she sighed. She would keep training, not just because of this, but because she enjoyed it. But it didn't stop her from wanting a more useful power for situations like this.
They went back to the 'talking'. Awkward subjects were not Cora's forte, but she let herself be open minded. Then, he dropped it. Adopted...a kid? Cora had shut her eyes momentarily, but they opened again and she tilted her head at Sam. Her brain was still processing the revelation. "Adopted a kid? Ah, I guess it's a good thing you work at a school? I feel like there is a story here..." She paused, waiting for the rest of the information before her brain went into overdrive. The sluggish feeling after fighting was definitely helping keep the situation smooth.
Cora didn’t feel like she was being nice. She was actually secretly pleased with the number of times Sam punched the guy, which in turn made her question whether she was a bad person or not. Still, the pain in her hand reminded her how much worse this could have been. They hadn’t run the bike over just to make a point, they were trying to run her down with it. Her hand was just a way of stopping her from escaping while they finished the job.
”They are just lucky I know the benefits of letting a bug live if it will keep worse pests away,” Cora growled. She didn’t resist when Sam came back, but flinched as he touched the broken bones. She couldn’t bend her cutting fingers, bruising already starting to form and swelling evident. She was glad Sam knew mutants who could handle injuries, otherwise she would be done climbing for a good month or so. Then they would really face Cora’s wrath, even more than now.
Pulled off her feet, Cora let herself relax once they were airborne. She put her head on Sam’s shoulder, a rare action for her. ”Sorry, I already had one hell of a training session today. You know I like to brag I can take on 3 thugs at once? Yeah, I don’t think I want to actually DO that again.” She shut her eyes, finding it hard to stay awake now.
”Wait, how does training fit in with ‘we need to talk?’” Cora interjected.
The gunman had the sense to be afraid. Having your weapon broken into several pieces was a very clear threat, even more than the punches he had already taken. His nose was still bleeding everywhere, but he kept negotiating, ignoring the injury. He saw hope of getting out of there alive, and took it, quickly trying to appease Sam.
"We replace the bike! Newest model. I... don't think it can be fixed, but, maybe that will help? I'm very very sorry we attacked you Cora, it was a misunderstanding, please. Just, let us go. Consider,you can have an IOU with us if things ever came up. You let this slip, and maybe someday we help you back?"
Cora was angry, but she was also exhausted. Fighting, running, using her powers, getting injured... her body was running out of adrenaline to deal with this. Having the bike replaced would help, but her hand still hurt, her body still hurt. It was hard to think rationally after all that. But she knew Sam was facing the same struggle. "You so much as tailgate me in the future, I'll let my boyfriend turn you into icecubes in the bottom of a lake somewhere," she warned. Heck, she'd find some way to have them dumped in a desert with no threads to point them in the right direction. She was not above getting even, despite how un-heroic it was.
Cora could sense Sam was angry, which wasn't a surprise. Cora felt pretty pissed off too, especially as her brain lingered around the memory of her smashed motorcycle. Why was the motorcycle smashed? Intentional? She had wanted to run, so she suspected it was intentional. And the way they attacked her hand first this time suggested they learned the lesson from the first amnesia. So, they came prepared?
She was still considering it as Sam started his interrogation. The man grunted in pain, the only one of the group that seemed to have no visible mutation. Or, no mutation he had chosen to use. "We...we were asked to...take care of her. She got involved in a business transaction we had, a few months back. Lost some good men, so we were settling a score. We didn't know...she was with you." He seemed increasingly unhappy with the situation. The mutant made of smoke didn't give any input.
"We don't mess with x-men. Believe us, she won't have problems again as soon as they know!"
Cora remembered the boat. Rescuing Mae, helping Seven. That was all still there, which proved these guys hadn't been involved that day. Ironically, that had been when younger Sam was still around. Cora rubbed her forehead, trying to clear the fog. Damn, now she knew how Sam felt when she got him out of that warehouse via thread cutting.
"Pretty sure we are past the 'don't mess with the x-men' bit!" Cora snarled. She flipped off the two mutants and they had the good sense to look afraid. "You...you ran over my bike!" Cora snapped, the rush of rage coming back as the memory started to clear. The man with the busted face seemed to remember at the same time, and frantically struggled to get away.
Maybe it was the ice, or maybe it was the general uncertainty now that Sam arrived, but the smoke mutant let Sam reach Cora. The cloud retracted in one direction, taking more of a form of a man as he tried to decide what to do. Cora's brain tried to process the question. What happened?
Cora gave a nervous laugh and shook her head. "I...don't know. I seem to have opted for the 'cut first, ask questions later' strategy today."
One of the men still had a gun in his hand, but didn't raise it. At least this one was smart enough to realize a gun against Sam would do little good. He still had a bloody face, nose clearly busted from something. Cora's helmet? A vague fuzzy memory was trying to reform.
"I...I think something happened to my bike..." She muttered, trying to shake off the effect of her own powers. She kept her hand close to her stomach, feeling the throb of pain now that Sam was here.
Cora couldn't cut threads. Cora couldn't punch smoke. Her brain was trying desperately to think of some way out of this situation, even as the black cloud rushed around her. Had this happened before? Was she attacked like this the first time? Cutting her own threads was like a lizard removing it's tail to escape: it was desperate, and now that she was caught, it did little good.
Then, it was cold. Cora let the energy push back into the thread, wishing she could physically pull Sam down into the street where she was. The smoke loosened it's hold at the temperature drop, as if sensing the impending danger. Cora swatted out like a cat, hoping something she hit would make a difference. She heard one man whisper to the other. "Isn't that...one of those x-men?" he remarked.
Ah, so their reputations proceeded them. Cora sneered at the jerk through gritted teeth, "Yeah and I hope he kicks your ass."
She wasn't one who liked being the damsel in distress, but knowing karma would be served let her accept the role.
When dealing with an a mutant known to have amnesia abilities, thugs tended to be prepared. It didn't take long for them to find the documents about who they were pursuing, and why, then leave the scene of the crash that had drawn so much attention. The smoke mutant quickly got information from bystanders to follow the blue-haired girl, then they took off behind her.
Several blocks later, the figure was in view, a visible limp now slowing her down.
Cora was trying to stay calm, despite the pain making itself known through her side. You didn't dive off a bike onto pavement without facing some repercussions, and her leg was protesting from the treatment. She glanced at her hand, pushing small amounts of energy to make the dark red thread visible, hoping Sam would notice it. Come on...get the hint... she though, just as a dark thread reappeared on her wrist.
Damn it all! Cora dove as a shot went off where she had been standing. She made a move to cut the string again, when someone slammed into her at inhuman speed, smashing her hand into the nearby building.
Something broke. Cora yelled and twisted, using the momentum to push the man into the wall in front of her. There was a thud that sounded worse than her hand as his head hit brick, and he fell.
There were no pedestrians this direction, figured. The dark smoke cloud was taking over the street, this mutant opting for a more calculated attack.
Well, at least she knew who she was running from...Sam, you better get here NOW!
Cora was nervous. Sam had invited her to the Mansion to discuss something, which, in her mind, never seemed like a good thing. ‘Not related to us’ had been reassured, but Cora felt herself tapping her foot anxiously at a red light, regardless.
She had on jeans and a tank top, and the summer air was humid today, her helmet stuffy as she tried to stay calm. She had taken the bike, since speeding seemed to help her nerves. But the red lights had not aided the speeding, which in turn had not helped her nerves.
Had she been less distracted, she would have noticed the car pulling closer...
Behind her, two men were comparing a photo, muttering to themselves.
“Are you sure that’s her?”
“Woman has amnesia abilities, how the hell am I supposed to remember? But, she looks right. And the bike matches the photo....”
The image was taken from the docks on the night Cora and Seven had rescued Mae. There was the distinct blue motorcycle with Cora standing beside it, and Seven not far away. The men noted the helmet, the woman, and finally decided it was evidence enough.
“Take her out,” a third man remarked.
It was luck that caused Cora to look back at that moment. As the car lurched forward, she swore, and ditched her well-loved bike to dive for safety. With skinned hands and knees she rolled quickly to her feet, ready to yell at the imbecile driver who almost hit her. But a car door was already opening, and someone made a grab for her arm.
”What the f—“ Cora grabbed the man’s wrist and dragged him to the pavement. She barely had him pinned when the driver swooped in behind her, and she was forced to break the hold with the back of her head. She hoped his nose broke. Idiot deserved it.
While the helmet protected her, it also made it harder to see what was happening. She could have thrown a decent punch if she could have actually seen the target, rather than blindly trying to pull free. The struggle drew attention before a smoke cloud appeared, hiding them.
Not a smoke cloud, a mutant. A giant black cloud mutant that both hid the chaos and forced the air from Cora’s lungs.
Run!
Cora did the only thing she could thing of, and blindly cut with her free hand. It was a panic move, as she frayed both the memories of her attacker, and herself. She latched onto the thought of fleeing, even as the memories escaped. The hold of the smoke cloud released. She ran. With distorted thoughts, bleeding knees and a wave of confusion, she raced to get away.
Several alley's later, she flattened against a wall, unable to remember who she was running from.
Call Sam... she thought, fumbling for her phone. Ego be damned, she needed backup, and Sam was the best option she had. Cora swore as her pockets turned up empty. It wasn't there. She didn't know why. She tore off her helmet, noticing the blood on the back of it. Why was there blood? Probably for the same reason she was running. Probably for the same reason her phone was missing. Probably for the same reason her bike was missing.
She put the helmet down, and noticed her jeans. She swore again. Picked a direction, and kept going.
Could Sam find her before they did? And who were they? She kept moving, only certain that was the best idea.
