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 watched Sam add the noodles into the hot water and had to admit, it wasn't the dinner she had hoped to plan with him. But it was nice. Maybe that was part of dating someone in the 'super hero' profession. Interrupted plans, and rolling with the punches. Not that she had a problem with it, honestly.
"I think the only thing my dad was consistent at making was burgers. Grills were much easier for him to manage over a pan. Or anything you could cook over a campfire. Had some decent fish over the years."
She smirked at his exaggerated wink and then made a face at the term 'hero'. "Less 'hero', more 'sidekick'. Unless we're talking like rich brooding vigilante that uses money to buy cool gadgets to take out the bad guys. I mean, I'm not rich, but maybe one day." she mused. She managed to move and steal a real kiss, smirking at him.
Cora gave Sam a look: she couldn't quite resist. Making a meal out of anything was quite the boast. "You can make a meal out of anything, but the problem around here is making a meal out of nothing." She waved her hands in the air and laughed. "Hopefully we aren't eating acorns for dinner next time. We can do some actual shopping if you intend to come around more often." She sort of liked the sound of that. She glanced at her 'pantry'. Being single had not helped her eating habits.
He mentioned her falling asleep and she stuck her tongue out at him in a somewhat childish way. In her head, her brain took the comment a different direction, but she kept that from showing...for now. "Hey, I may be a little tired but I haven't tapped out on you yet. Besides, the whole point of helping catch the bad guy was so we could actually have the date night."
Cora stood and waited, then listened to Juniper's answer. She felt her jaw clench ever-so-slightly with suppressed irritation, and then she slowly shook her head.
"I told you the risk with using your powers is when it compromises safety, and I don't tolerate anything that puts someone at risk. Horsing around, and being more concerned with faking your climbing abilities than your coworker's well being is not something I tolerate."
The anger had finally reached a point of action. Cora felt a glimmer in her eyes as the idea came to mind.
Lifting her chin, she raised her right hand and held her finger's as 'scissors' so Juniper could see. "Let's see, I think two hours of amnesia might be enough to settle the score. Finish your work shift; punishment starts when you clock out."
Cora waited a few moment to verify she would not fall over then grinned at him, ”I’m good. Just like a good hike. And I could remove him, but I felt it’s better to remember a dangerous face if needed. At least he didn’t have a good look at me. It will be harder to track me down if no one else remembers who I was.”
She watches Sam wander around her kitchen trying not to flush when he examined the lack of food items. Yes there was granola, a bottle of whisky, the fridge had some leftover food containers but generally, nothing useful for cooking. He found the Mac n cheese and she laughed, ”Just don’t ask me to cook it. My family did not inherit cooking abilities. I figure my mom had some but was not around long enough to teach. So I live on charity and take out mostly.” her answer was honest If nothing else.
”There are plenty of stores we can dash to, but I’m dead serious, I don’t own pans. I think last time I tried to microwave the hot water for the Mac....” she waited for the expected flinch of pity.
Cora was glad Sam didn't harass her too badly for the time being. She tried to remember if she had pepper at the house. She was fairly certain there was some of it in a cupboard. Even with takeout, salt and pepper were good to have around. "Hey, I have better connections than just pizza. There is a little Italian cafe next door I get stuff from a lot, and a deli around the corner. I wouldn't be a New Yorker if I couldn't find my way for some take-out," she tried to brag.
It was hard to brag when she was showing her biggest weakness for the first time. She shrugged once more, "I can climb and fight, can't cook. It's like, evening out the experience points. Can't be good at everything like you," she smirked.
Things got a bit more serious when he mentioned the risks of forgetting the bad guys in his life. Cora nodded, agreeing to that statement. "Sometimes that's why just fraying it helps. If anything just...bothers you too much, it can lessen the load."
Sam mentioned the hostage, and she considered it. She identified the threads on her hand that were new and pulled them into view. "I can make them forget. As long as I leave the Dancer's thread intact, the rest of the memories should be fine..." She trimmed one thread, and the familiar was of amnesia filled gaps in her mind. She held on tight to the idea of what she was doing. Forgetting a hostage.... It was a little more complicated trying to leave one person intact and remove another. But they became a vague shadow with the thread removed.
A few more trims and the other hostages were gone. Dancer was there, vague memories of climbing and making sure Sam was safe. And feeling tired. Maybe she should have waited a little longer before cutting more threads. She was going to end up falling asleep before they ever had dinner.
Cora took a moment to look embarrassed then shrugged. She knew her lack of cookware would come up quickly. ”I don’t cook. Like, ever. Pretty sure my pantry is nothing but granola and trail mix and I can’t remember the last time I bought spices, if ever. I figured I could let you see the harsh reality of my kitchen before we figured out what we would need to actually make something. It wasn’t the best plan, but it would have work if we got there in time, ” she laughed.
She let herself get picked up without much fuss this time. It was hard to admit using her powers actually drained her a little. Well, using her powers, and climbing, and fighting. She understood how he could crash hard after a mission. She made herself comfortable, enjoying the cold. She kept an eye on his face and threads as they repaired.
”Is it bad that I cut it? I don’t ever want to permanently remove someone without asking you... we haven’t exactly touched on the subject much before.”
Sam was disoriented by the amnesia, which was expected. Cora felt a bit guilty being the one who caused it, even when she had acted to protect him. Cutting threads on Sam always felt like something she should be asking about first. Mind control seemed like a good reason. And a date. She pulled out her phone to check the time and grimaced. Yeah, this had taken longer than planned.
"Sorry, I know you wanted to handle this on your own. I'm just impatient. I was hoping I could bug my neighbor for pans before we actually cooked anything... We may have to opt for take-out instead..." She let the conversation drift to dinner, which was an easy way to avoid talking about the villain they were taking outside. A few of the officers looked at Cora oddly, while the rest remembered her. Oh, she may have put too much ooomph into those threads. Hopefully Sam's would fix faster.
"I think this is one of those incredibly opportune situations where my powers could do something. I still don't think they do much in normal heroics. I mean, how many bad guys are going to be stopped with a little amnesia?" Cora protested, but it had lost a little of the resistance when one of the hostages ran up to thank them. Them. She had a part in this, and was getting thanked. It was, nice. Odd. Last time she rescued someone all she took home was a bruised face.
"It should wear off in a few minutes. I didn't want you to forget him for too long. It's hard to fight someone you don't remember... Sometimes it's bad that goes both ways." It was also the reason she avoided cutting her own threads sometimes. Hard to avoid someone you didn't remember. She watched the threads reconnect, the dancer secure and the cops already clearing the scene by then. Sam was safe, the workers were safe. While she wasn't generally the type to initiate contact she found herself claiming his hand, letting the cold sooth her skin. "Feeling better?" she checked when her powers finally wore off.
Cora had succeeded up until relationship. She put a finger down, and looked over her shoulder at the kid/woman who called it. "As the resident seer of all relationships, I agree that you're out too on that one." She let her powers momentarily make the threads on L visible, and smirked at the strings going in all directions. "You have plenty of relationships, I think you should have clarified what type."
She deactivated the strings so they went away, and then grimaced and dropped another finger about the hamburger. Two for two, this was ending quickly. Thankfully, Juniper saved her by throwing out the comment about never going to a dance. Ha. She had avoided those in high school, and saved herself a little dignity now. Or, was it really worth bragging about? Either way, she didn't have to lower a finger.
Cora felt the change in Sam's actions when he realized she was there. Suddenly, he was playing into Private Dancer's game. She hated it, and appreciated it at the same time. The villain went down to Sam's level, so Cora took the chance, and quickly climbed to where the other hostages were left. Using the same chain the dancer had to get to floor level, she let upper body strength help her get back to the top. Rope climbing in gym class paid off. She tried to ignore the burning in her lungs as she got to the solid surface of the catwalk. Her hands stung from all the climbing.
"Focus on me. Run to the exit, don't look back," Cora hissed, activating her powers and cutting the threads holding them to the villain. Thankfully, both women obeyed. Disoriented by the sudden loss of memory, the lingering feeling of danger and fear got them to run from the scene. Cora was watching her hand closely, but there was no connecting thread to Private Dancer still. He really was obsessed with Sam. He forgot his hostages easily, and his mind seemed to think this was just a game with the ice mutant.
One hostage left, Cora swung back off the cat walk and quickly used the chain to get to the floor. She landed behind some of the snow, and pressed her palms against the cold, trying not to flinch as the cold soothed the burning and raw skin. She really needed gloves if she was going to go free styling like this again soon. Then she focused on the final task: getting Sam out of here. She apologized in her head, before diving forward, and grabbing a handful of threads coming off the villain.
She cut. She frayed both the final hostage, his connection to Sam, and probably a number of other random relationships the villain happened to have. The sudden onslaught of amnesia caused the man to freeze, and Cora took the opportunity to bust his nose with a blow from her elbow. By the time the dark black thread finally connected her to the villain, he was on the ground, unconscious, blood oozing from his nose. Cora felt light headed and exhausted from using her powers, but the dancing had stopped.
"You'll remember him in a little bit. Sorry. It was the only way to stop the dancing." She hadn't frayed the thread connecting Sam to Private Dancer too badly, she could already see it re-stitching. She put a little energy from her powers into it so she could show him the frayed thread. Hopefully he got what that meant. "Just uh, get him to the cops. Before he wakes up. The hostages are gone. And we're late for dinner." Late for dinner, and she really wanted a nap now....
He gave himself a code name because that’s what he does. All a game to him.
This was a new experience for Cora. Villains and hostages, and of course, the heroics. It was weird seeing Sam jump into action, and impressive, and also a little troubling. She didn’t know what emotions she had yet, but figured there was time to work it out. She never dated someone like Sam. Heck, she didn’t date much in general. All she knew was she cared, but didn’t want to be in the way.
She was not used to being on the sidelines while someone else rushed toward danger. That was usually her approach.
Cora tried to keep her promise, really, she did. She didn’t act when Sam left, and even for a bit when the cops discussed further action. She waited and watched the clock, and looked at the communicator. Call Mirror. Right. She could do that, or, just solve the problem herself.
He wouldn't be too mad if she just, sped things up, right?
Cora had a small faded thread leading toward the building, her own frustration toward the stranger all that created the faint black thread. Private Dancer had no knowledge of her, which gave her the chance to do what was needed. Given her only real connection here was Sam, she was almost invisible.
Cora darted toward the building, temporarily cutting threads between her and any cops that saw her move. It was easy to function as a ghost, letting the amnesia do the work for her. She got to the building and focused on the entry she already scouted, using the rough bricks to boost herself up. Her fingers and arms were trained for this sort of thing, endless free climbs aiding her muscle memory. At the window she maneuvered inside, checking her threads before dropping to the ground. She followed the sound of voices, and one solid thread leading to Sam. He was okay, although the villain seemed far too amused by the proceedings. And the dancing. The dancing was...weird, honestly.
"Play the hero and help her solo out, will you?"
Cora circled, reaching out when she finally crossed a point between the catwalk and a few of the hostages. There was snow, possibly the catch those threatening to jump. It also gave her a bit of cover having so much ice around.
The hostages with the knives would have to be the first to free. She could reach those threads, and dropped low, collecting the dark black strings and forcing energy through her body, fingers 'fraying' the lines. The hostages were free from control as Private Dancer forgot their existence. He was starting another dance number, now convinced he had all the victims in his line of site.
Before the freed men could draw attention, Cora was there, waving them toward the exit. The fog her powers had caused made them more willing to leave without asking questions. Given there was a maniac behind them puppetting people, they did not look back.
Three hostages free, that left the women, and Sam. Cora knew at least her boyfriend would be aware she had entered, given her proximity to so much cold and snow now. But the thread on her hand showed the villain was clueless. All the needed was to get close enough to cut the threads to the other dancers. She eyed the catwalk. Would she have to go up, or wait for the dancers to come down....
Cora stood back and responded to being introduced but otherwise made herself a fly on the wall for the beginning of the situation. When Sam responded to who was causing problems, she raised an eyebrow. Puppetting people sounded comical and horrible at the same time. Plus, she was not a fan of someone around who could control her boyfriend. Boyfriend. She was still having a hard time with that phrase, but it was becoming more natural. They survived a few dates and she hadn’t run for the hills yet. Nor had he.
While Sam tried to hash out the situation, Cora made herself familiar with their location. Ironically the building would be one of the easiest ones to climb into with her experience, with a well weathered surface and plenty of windows on the upper stories.
Don’t sneak In... he had said. Well, she would give him a shot at this, but if he didn’t handle it fast enough she might need to intervene. For the greater good and all. And dinner.
”You know, I never expected real life villains to have the code names too. The more you know. she mused.
Letting Sam create the ice slide was a faster way to travel at this time of day. Well, if you obeyed traffic laws, which seemed to be the respectable thing to do. Cora couldn't help but bemoan the lack of dignity at being carried though. It wasn't bad exactly, but it was hard to keep up appearances at being tough and edgy when being carried, even by ice.
They had been on a few dates since Sam reaged, and maybe that had been what pacified her to accept the carrying. After sparring, and climbing, hiking, and walking around the city with Bruno, he had done most of the things within her anti-relationship comfort level. The dinner was a compromise toward the romantic side of things, and with it, the carrying.
The call about a hostage situation was certainly not in that list, but she wasn't complaining. She found herself trying hard to mask a little excitement when it came up. "No, I want to come! This is, well not great because it's a hostage situation, but I've never seen you full hero before! Heck if there's a chance to come, I'm taking it!" She was not about to be uninvited. She knew if there was any sign of danger he would regret it, but that was one of the few things they would probably never see eye to eye about. Cora was good at charging headfirst into danger whether it made sense for her to be there. Maybe it was a good thing she wasn't a hero, someone would always be in a panic about keeping her from killing herself on accident.
To make a point Cora waved an arm at the general area they were heading through, "You are going to drop me off in the worst part of New York to walk home? Fat chance. Although, I bet I could find a good tattoo parlor somewhere if I ask around...."
Cora smirked at him, "Hey, not all of us get to dress up in spandex and be heroes every day. I have to enjoy the one day of the year I get! Plus, I did drag your younger self to a comic convention. I have a little nerd in me under the surface." It was better he got used to that now. Old Sci-Fi reruns had been a staple for her dad and her growing up and some things didn't change.
Taken... Cora glanced at the threads on him, and the one that linked them. It was a weird kind of comfort, but also gave her a rush of nervous energy seeing the somewhat split thread. Would he continue to feel this way, or would that go away like his memories had? She felt apprehensive, and sighed a little. "We...we can figure that part out. Your younger self got you into this, after all." In some ways she was still giving him an out. She was a bit nervous he would change his mind and run for the hills. Or, she would. If anyone was gun-shy about relationships, she qualified.
The idea still lingered as she found herself in front of her bike, and he was grinning at her. It was weird, but his smile was even better now that he re-aged. Rime would be irritated. The word taken was still in her brain as she returned the kiss and hug. Yeah, she was in too deep already, re-aged or not. This thing, whatever it was, between them was happening. "I look forward to the call. You owe me a second date sometime." She put her helmet on and then gunned her motorcycle and started for home a bit over the speed limit. Despite all her reservations, she couldn't help feeling that she was looking forward to the call.
Cora listened to him talk and found her heart lift just a little. She didn’t feel like a hero at this point in her life. If anything, she was running as fast as she could in the opposite direction. But when she was helping rescue Mae she felt like she was useful, doing something with her powers for someone else. There was a reward in helping when she didn’t really have the best powers for it. Taking out a bad guy with just her rock climbing gear was oddly fulfilling. It wasn’t like she would sign up tomorrow and start training, but the idea was still there, lurking in her head. Maybe a spar or two, a few missions, and she could be convinced she had what it took. Or that she didn’t. It seemed a bit late in her life to suddenly decide what she wanted, but with her dad healed, the gym didn’t feel as much her responsibility now.
Sam commented on the gift and she grinned, unable to fake a serious expression. ”You only get a pass on one forgotten holiday. You forget something important like Halloween I’ll find some way to get vengeance.”
I prefer stubborn.
Cora laughed, and settled into his hold. ”Just remember that when I get myself in a situation you aren’t ready for. You may prefer it now but not when I’m settling a score with someone who thinks they can snatch you back.” It was getting darker but she didn’t mind. She had a rather comfortable pillow with her and the day had been good. It had been a long time since she had let her heart relax like this. Even with younger Sam she kept a wall up, trying her best not to get tangled into something.
She was forced to admit she was already caught too deep. She let herself be held and enjoyed the warmth. As it got dark she may have even snuck another kiss or two. Eventually she knew she couldn’t keep him longer and reluctantly got back to her feet. ”I’ll take you home before then send our a search party. Or, you know, check them jet hanger and the car ports for whatever would be missing.” She was able to see the path a little, and the bike had lights so that wouldn’t be a problem.
”And I mean, if it gets too crazy and you need to escape you can always come by. You have my address so where in your phone. It’s nothing impressive, but you won’t have to hide from all the women a younger you slept with,” it was funny in a sort of horrible way. She really may have to trim some threads eventually if anyone caused issues. Not that she was petty, just, protective.
They rode back, and Cora paused awkwardly outside the garage while he parked. She turned the bike off and put her helmet on the seat so she could say goodbye. Was this a hug sort of moment? They did kiss... she had trouble figuring out the dynamics with this whole thing.
Cora made a face at the idea of having an action figure of herself. "I would be the lame character no one would want. Who wants my powers when the rest of the team has magnetism, and can make giant ice slides, or walk through mirrors and crap?" She remembered the question she asked at the comicon panel, and how even the other x-men seemed to encourage non-combative mutations to look for other smaller tasks within their abilities. She would never be called in on a mission.
She wasn't even an x-men, so the whole conversation was just a bunch of hypotheticals.
Sam mentioned something in regards to night vision, which she would have to question later. That was a power the younger version hadn't seemed to use, but she disliked outright showing comparisons like that. She let herself be distracted with the comment on helping her dad as a birthday gift.
"It was sort of hard for you to celebrate it when I didn't exactly say much on the day of. But...thank you. Best gift I've had, hands down. But now you have a weird standard to rise to for other holidays," she smiled.
She was torn when he mentioned bringing her into the field. "I think it would be a ton of fun going along. And if I ever wanted to go somewhere, I'd like to see you try and stop me," she tilted her chin up defiantly and then nudged her shoulder into him. "My stubborn side is both a pro and a con."