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 could feel the hesitation, and Understood how he felt. There weren’t deaths in her past, but mistakes. Mistakes she punished herself for, memories she kept because she didn’t feel she deserved to forget. But it was different seeing someone she cared about suffer. It was different letting him justify what he faced.
”No more than an hour. Just like earlier, just give you some time to calm down.” she kissed his cheek then pulled her hand away, the other already found the threads that needed to go. ”Just shut your eyes again. It’s fine, you’re here. Just focus on what’s real.”
She quickly frayed the threads before he changed his mind, watching the dark colors fade with the memories. She had to focus, eyes feeling heavy after the last thread. She wanted to make sure he was fine before going back to bed. She settled back down, reclaiming his hand and giving it a squeeze.
Cora didn’t feel like a sentimental person most of the time. As long as it took her to even admit they were dating, it was pretty evident she hated saying what she felt. But, she wasn’t the sort of person to pretend to sleep when she knew he was upset. The only thread that stayed active was the dark red one as she reached over and caught his hand with hers. She shifted so she could lean on her shoulder and try to see his face.
”Would it help....if I made them go away? Not permanently... just enough, enough for you to sleep.”
She risked the suggestion, knowing the itch to help him would not go away on its own. Maybe that was why her powers keep feeding into the one string she let herself see. This is real... she wanted to say. But her mouth wouldn’t move. She did not feel useful in this situation. Hell, the anxiety of seeing him upset made her want to run and find something to drink. Neither of them needed that.
Cora was distracted by hands, and the general close feelings there were now. The color of threads, this general feeling of falling and being attached to someone and being both terrified and mesmerized by it. He was afraid of scaring her off? Maybe it was possible. Maybe she was easily frightened by the ideas of relationships. The possibilities of being the one to hurt another person. The idea of having control in someone’s life, or not control, impact... threads... the endless strings that she ran from, trying to escape people, things that attached. Things that hurt. People who could vanish as easily as her powers made memories leave.
And then there was Sam, who proved memories were replaceable. Feelings went deeper, stuck longer. She gave him a hard time for his amnesia, but maybe it had been the real proof for her that being with someone couldn’t just be erased when you felt like it. She tightened her grip, then considered the word. Girlfriend...
”Well I’m sure if these sleepovers continue, eventually someone will agree we are dating...or maybe just Bruno....” she rolled over and returned to kissing him. It was date night, after all. She wasn’t lying when she said she hadn’t wanted him too worn out to start with....
Sometime later, or sometime early, however you looked at it, Cora woke to a feeling of...off. Not from her, Sam. While she had fallen asleep next to steady breathing, what she woke to was different. She had flashes of memories, stories he had told her, and frowned, trying not to move too much until she could register his behavior. She let her powers reach out, watching the various colored threads and noting the dark ones. She wished she could do more than see them, wondering if one of those threads was causing the disrupted sleep....
Ratted out by thermal vision. Cora wanted to be sour about it, but hearing him laugh made it hard to feel irritated. That and the kiss. She was much too easily appeased right now. She could get back at him later if she needed to. Or wanted to. For now she rolled so she could make a face at him.
"Yes it's you, but don't make me regret picking! After all, none of this would have happened if a much braver version of you hadn't followed me on a motorcycle," she reminded. She smiled and then kissed his cheek. Then she considered his comment. You should have told him...
"I mean, I sort of did...at comicon. Maybe I never said it outright, but I mean, the threads sort of...give things away..." she let her powers show the linking thread between them, a dark red color that ran from one of their hands to the other. She wondered how it felt having a string you could see and not touch all the time. At least for Cora, she could feel it. It made it a little bit harder to escape.
Then he said the girlfriend word and her powers clicked off. She made a face at him, like a kid being told about cooties. "It just sounds so frilly...I don't know how you roped me into a relationship anyway!" she remarked, running a hand through her hair and making the mohawk stick up in the front again.
Cora could see the struggle between concern and humor on Sam’s expression. They were getting better working through the ‘you dated the younger me’ weirdness, but maybe it was too fresh for so many jokes. She wasn’t great at people skills, and her dating skills? Even worse. Half the time she felt like she was just blindly stumbling through this and hoping she didn’t scare him off.
Well, they made it this far. Although wasn’t getting someone to the bedroom the easy part? Had she messed that up too? She forced the thoughts away and stuck her tongue out when he asked the question.
”If both you’s are you then how could I like one more? Although, I guess I kinda....I mean, at least now I’m not just watching you run around with everyone else. Not that I was jealous,” she defended. There was a little color to her face that told otherwise. She wasn’t sure how this landed on fluffy bedroom talk. She usually avoided that. But, she avoided a lot before Sam. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, the fluff....
Cora tried not to laugh at the joke, but what started as a tickle in her throat turned into a cross between a snort and a giggle and she covered her mouth with a hand. She should have rolled her eyes to discourage him from horrible comments in the future, but she couldn’t. Maybe she enjoyed his sense of humor in a strange way.
”I feel like Rime is secretly offended by that joke,” she mused and kissed his cheek with a smirk. Then she raised an eyebrow, unable to resist teasing. ”Now I’m curious what you would’ve done if I had t fended you off. Does it count as insulting to compare bed skills with two different versions of yourself? I think he would be annoyed anyway. You did age well.” she smiled.
Cora did not resist being carried this time. Pulling into the kiss, she paused only when he pulled away. It was actually a little strange seeing Sam nervous, but she reached up and ran a hand through his hair, laughing at the rabbit joke. "I'm sure you could find a joke even without the top hat. I can't say I've ever seen you jokeless," she mused.
Then she took the chance to kiss his neck, murmuring against his skin, "We have been through a whole round of first dates, twice. I think we have taken it slow enough."
She pulled him closer to make her point. He would just have to take the hint from there. If not, she could find some game pieces, although chances would be they would not be playing by the usual rules.
Cora found it hard to remain serious as Sam glanced toward her room. She stood and started walking that way. "I mean, all the best games take awhile. You can call in ahead of time if you're worried," she smirked. When he was following, she finally stopped playing and caught him in a kiss. They were in the hallway just near enough to see the bed.
"What if there isn't a top hat involved? Does that mean we have to play something else?" Okay, maybe there was one or two jokes left...
Cora was more than amused at Sam's reaction to her comment. That was the difference between the older Sam and the younger version who may have just run to the bedroom without a second thought. Or, would he have? He had been here before, actually. Sometimes it was hard to separate what was one Sam and the other. She couldn't isolate the feelings entirely, but they were there, and that would never really disappear. It was just being replaced with new emotions.
She watched Sam try to rinse the bowls and then smiled at his comment. Never too tired for board games..."Clearly you've never played a game of Risk with me then," she quipped. She was being bratty, but it was fun. She pretended to think about it and tapped her fingers against her chin. "Although Monopoly could be a good choice too."
Cora waited until he apologized then the stubborn set of her jaw relaxed. She knew it wasn't a closed case, really. Sam was the heroic type and she knew he would keep trying to protect things he cared about. And, somehow, she had fallen into that category. But hopefully he would realize she didn't need protection. Well, not yet at least. There may be a villain that was not as easy to amnesia her way away from.
She tried to ignore the tiny rush of anxiety being in a relationship gave her and focused on the face in front of her. All the craziness aside, and the fact she had to do the first date things with him more than once, she was rather fond of him. "Yes, I like you. Don't hold it against me." She made a face then laughed. "And plus, if I let you waste all your energy dancing then you would be too tired for the rest of the evening. I mean, you're staying tonight, right?"
She kissed him, then pulled away, trying to read if he got the hint or not. If not, she could drag him toward the bedroom later anyway. She was sure he wouldn't object. Heck, he might prefer that anyway.
Cora had a different vantage point as the island approached, and was rather pleased to be up front for this. The wide bay of the cockpit did make it more exciting. As awkward as it had been to get here, at least once they reached the island they could relax and maybe she could escape this awkward feeling of all the third and fourth or whatever you call them wheels. Or was she the extra wheel?
"You can find a dress but it seems like we would have an easier time getting you to wear it than me," Cora smirked at him, then returned to the controls as they finished their landing. The weather was perfect for this at least. She would enjoy a good swim later and let all the stress just go away.
Cora had to take a moment to control her facial expressions as Sam commented on the possibility potential suitors would just have amnesia keeping them away. Not that it wasn't a possibility, honestly, given her powers. But Sam had also taken a lot of effort to make sure he couldn't be forgotten. She was growing comfortable with that idea. "Well I'm flattered you think someone would fight over me, even with my complete lack of cooking abilities. Maybe it wasn't amnesia that scared them away. Maybe they just starved," she teased.
When he grew serious she made a face again. "Okay, poor choice of words. I mean, I know it's not a game. I may be an adrenaline junkie but I take it serious too. Even at work, safety is the first priority. I mean, you know what happened to my dad. I know how easy it is for a mistake to take away a lot from you," she answered. The more serious nature was something they had to adjust to with his reage. The younger Sam was a bit more laid back with things, although they never exactly took on a villain back then.
He commented on not being able to keep her out of danger and she grinned again, "Hey, like it or not I may be the one dragging you out of danger from time to time. I happen to like you too, and you will have to get used to the idea that I don't just plan on sitting on the sidelines all the time while you're out being all heroic." she leaned forward, a somewhat flirtatious smirk on her face. "I'm a lot to handle. Think you have what it takes still?"
Cora had been surprised to be invited to a baby shower, but hadn't let it show. Maybe it was her surprise that meant the 'joke' to wear a dress had come off as serious, and an awkward phone call later, Cora had Juniper helping her shop. To be honest, she half expected Juniper to take this as a chance for revenge given the whole date incident she created with Xavier. But maybe her employee was much more forgiving, because she had managed to get Cora into a dress that seemed presentable, but also allowed for her to wear combat boots with it and not heels. That meant she didn't have to fall on her face, and could direct Sam to a table without being a hazard herself.
"As amusing as it could be watching you mow down your coworkers..." The gift down, she grinned at him. "I figured this is just another training exercise I could use. You know, the social situations. I opted for an easier gift to carry on a motorcycle though," She pulled out the gift card to a local baby store and set it with Sam's gift. She was mostly just here as a plus-1 anyway, although by now she had been seen around the mansion enough to be recognizable. Not that everyone who saw her really remembered her...There were probably a few women Sam had slept with who no longer remembered the couple at all.
Cora smirked at him, "Is it bad that the idea of seeing you deal with competition is amusing? It could be a nice change since I'm the one who always seems to have to chase people away from you," she mused.
She was glad CS filled in on the villain, she would have to make a note to break more bones on the guy next time. If he caused Sam problems this often, she didn't want to let him go free to just do what he wanted. She could handle a target on her. Heck, she may be cocky enough to even welcome that sort of challenge. Her spirit was powered by competition more than she wanted to let on.
"Training would be good. Now that I've had my second taste of battle I don't see it going away. And I mean, since I don't see you keeping me away from danger, may as well make sure I know what I'm doing? I see this sort of like a video game. You can get far enough just smashing buttons, but eventually you should learn the actual combo moves," she decided. She wondered if that reference was too nerdy, and took a bite of the food. She focused on getting food in her but caught herself stealing glances at him still.
Partner. Cora resisted rolling her eyes but she did nudge him slightly, as of acknowledging that the statement was corny but she accepted it. She let a hand sneak up and run through his hair, then leaned back so he could see the look of mischief in her eyes. ”You’re in luck. I happen to be very good with rope. But don’t go telling everyone. Some talents are best kept a secret.”
The commentary felt a bit bolder given their current location. They had taken things slow since the reage, but now that he was at her apartment, there was more of a possibility of things taking another step. New York was not known for large living spaces, after all. You could throw the empty box of Mac and cheese and probably hit her bedroom door.
”Trout and salmon were both pretty good. He tried cooking some crawdads once and those were....questionable,” she laughed, remembering the burnt looking little lake creatures. She was glad he went back to fish after that. After adding the cheese and stirring it, she smiled, more genuine and less smirk than before. ”I did, actually. It was a bit of a rush actually being in that type of a situation. And it felt good to help. Is it bad if I say it was kinda fun hitting the guy too?” he had messed with Sam so she got a sick vengeance from sticking up for her boyfriend.
