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.
"How would an ice bridge help you win a street race?" Cora tried to imagine him using his powers that way. She did not think motorcycle+ice would ever equal an effective use of powers. She was calling his buff in a different way.
Sam asking her not to put herself into a dangerous situation brought that warmth in her chest again. As much as she wanted to continue bragging about her own ability to take down wildlife, she wouldn't entirely ruin his moment of seriousness. "Hey, if I'm dragging you on all these hikes lately, you're going to be battling the wolves and bears anyway, aren't you? Clearly, you can handle the trouble."
Back to the food, she took more bites and had to force herself to swallow again before responding to his commentary. "If I'm spending large quantities of time with you just to beat you, then obviously I'm going easy on you just for the extra lessons." Her eyes twinkled with amusement. The banter could easily continue that way for a while.
As they finished the food area was getting more crowded, so she looped her arm through his to lead him to the next task. Food and drink finished, that meant it was time for panels. "Time to see some random celebrities be interviewed for entertainment."
Yes she had said powers were okay. She wagged her spoon at him and glared. "Just wait, eventually we will be in a situation where it's my powers that have the advantage, not yours. Heck, try to beat me at a street race when I can just cut the threads of any cop following me." She had a mischievous look when she said that. She had her fair share of lawlessness over the years, and she learned several ways to use her powers to her advantage.
Cora looked up at the mention of him fighting wolves. She hummed to herself. "Sadly, my powers don't work on animals. Other than making threads visible and confusing them by all the random strings in their way.
"I've run across a bear before, but heck if I was going to fight it. You just have to yell and be the biggest, toughest thing around with them. I just convinced the bear I was going to be too much trouble. Being too much to handle is my specialty, after all." She won a number of fights that way. She was very fit for a girl, and if some punk crossed her, it was a matter of proving she was going to go down swinging.
"You're going to settle for a one time victory? I have plenty of of ways to put you in your place," She smirked at him and kept eating. That could be taken how he wanted it. She chuckled and swallowed what she was eating. "I look forward to the lessons. Just don't complain if I make you look bad."
Cora had to force herself not to laugh with a mouth full of rice. Of course she took a giant bite right before an ice pun. She should have known better. Covering her mouth with a free hand, she managed to swallow while laughing around her hand. It was not a graceful attempt. "I mean, having you on a mission could be both a good and a bad thing. Hard to look like an impressive rock climber when the guy next to you can cheat. But he would probably think it would be ice to meet you." Actually, that would be exactly what her dad would say.
She attempted to eat again, taking a bite of chicken. This time he didn't make her choke. The amusement hadn't faded though. Actually, that was pretty normal around him. He coworkers would harass her for smiling so much if they caught her like this. She would ruin her impressive reputation for being a hard-ass at work. "Oh, he will demand to hear more about the natural disasters, I can promise you that. He lives for that sort of stuff. I mean, he will still bore you talking about the different cliffs he has climbed. Heck, he still brags even after busting his back. You know those type of guys who tell fishing stories but the fish gets bigger every time? Like that, but with rocks. Last time he tried to convince me he came face to face with a mountain lion and opted for falling over fighting it out with the cougar."
She rolled her eyes at that. Her dad always tried to make situations more lighthearted. Probably came from being a single parents. He didn't handle tears well, so he liked to turn them into laughter. When she got older it turned into competitions, but his upbeat attitude always seemed to be a contrast to her more cynical personality.
She made a face when Sam commented on beating her on the rock climbing wall. Speaking of upbeat attitude... "If you told him that he would probably congratulate you and make some comment about being glad some guy could keep up with me. And he is okay, I learned to be pretty kick-a@@ on my own." She bragged. She lifted her chin higher, knowing Sam knew full well how much she cared about her dad. Few things in the world mattered, but he was one of them. And now, Sam. Her eyes glanced at her right hand, momentarily distracted by the two dark threads there. It was sort of nice. She went back to eating before he could catch her looking.
"We do have to spar sometime though. Then we can decide if I'm really as tough as you say." She decided after a moment.
Cora made a noise between a snort and a laugh at his pun comment. ”If I hated puns I would have run for the hills a long time ago. Thankfully my sense of humor is well adapted to corny icy jokes by now,” she bragged, looking pleased with herself.
He held up the arm and commented on the matching bracers. She started to blush a little then noticed he seemed to be watching for that. Suddenly, she smacked his non-iced arm instead. ”You’re doing that on purpose! Brat!” Despite catching his game, the pink on her face remained. She regretted not putting more makeup on for this costume that would have hidden the majority of the blushing. Or, so she thought.
Collecting her food prevented her from taking additional shots at him. They found a rare open table and she snagged it, sitting and taking a drink of the soda. Was her dad a fan of this? ”Oh my dad is a nerd, to the core. I watched more sci-fi movie reruns living with him than you could imagine. He is probably worse now that he is stuck at home... the idea of traveling to other planets or something crazy just was like a dream for him. Yeah, he climbs and loves the outdoors, but I told him he was always just secretly training to be recruited by a team to explore planets.”
Talking about it made he bring her phone out in the end, and send the photo. She made a note at the bottom: ‘Just need you here next time!’ She wondered if she could find some costumes he would like and take pictures of those. He would get a kick out of it.
After a few bites of her food she broke free from the melancholy moment, ”Sorry that situation is always sort of bitter-sweet. Your in for a challenge when you meet him for the first time though. Tough guy to impress.” That was a total lie. Sam would only have to throw an ice pun and her dad would probably eat it up. His sense of humor seemed to get cheesier with age and TV reruns.
The cold returned and Cora was amused but tried to hide it. Her ego got a little flattered every time his powers activated, as if somehow the extra chill would remind other's to keep their distance. There was something nice about being pursued, and having someone who genuinely wanted to keep her around. Messy past, attitude and all. She was growing soft to this whole idea of being...well, something.
Dating. Heck, they were dating, weren't they?
She let her mind jump to the new question, willing herself away from the one word that still made her want to run for the nearest exit. That was a feeling she needed to fight past. "Juniper will be here sometime, but I want to say it's tomorrow? She was dragging one of her friends. I was told to keep a fire extinguisher handy if I happened across them, whatever that means." Probably some type of mutant that was a hot head. She needed to ask more sometime.
"Dad's doing good. I need to catch up with him sometime this week, Scout has some ideas for a new climbing wall and we wanted his input. Out of all of us, he still has more climbs under his belt than you would believe." She paused, shifting her weight for a moment. "Would it be weird to send him a picture, you think? From the con? I mean I have the one we took earlier but...I mean, I think he would get a kick out of the costumes." Did that feel too serious? Sending her dad a picture of them?
She looked back at the menu trying to retrieve some of her cool demeanor. He was getting her to stumble over her words like a newborn foal trying to walk. It was embarrassing. "Uh, I'll probably try the chicken bowl with rice. Those are always pretty good..."
Cora looked at his final costume and approved. Not quite in character with the accessories, but it was nice. She forced herself not to stare too long, the word stuck in her head. Was it nice that they were kinda matching now? Nice that he was wearing the gift? She needed to think more, and the idea of food seemed like a good way to help with that.
”Food it is.”
They made their way back to food stalls. There were the usual hamburgers and fries, pizza, and some type of Teriyaki bowls that looked pretty good. Another stall had funnel cakes like this was a carnival, and then there was the fresh squeezed lemonade hut that seemed to appear at any sort of event. Any of it sounded good, so she glanced to Sam. ”I’m not picky, so you choose. Just don’t judge me for eating like a slob, dad always said I ate like a man,” she laughed. Heck, her dad always told her never to go on a dinner date too early because her table manners would scare the guy away. She needed to check on him soon. She wondered if she should send him a photo from the convention. What would he say about her being here with someone?
”Were any of your friends planning on attending the con? I think some of my coworkers were but we staggered our days off so everyone had a chance,” she admitted. Being the owner gave her the advantage of picking her day.
Cora was in the middle of her triumphant retreat, brain still stuck on the comment of looking forward to the demonstration when Sam caught up to her. She looked down at the bracers, and surprise showed on her face this time. She took them, and glanced at her hand, at the thread, and back to the bracers. They did match. That made her face color a little, and she dropped the smirk, giving a more genuine smile. "I...thank you."
Hell, she was awkward at this. She rubbed the back of her neck, then glanced at the ones she had bought him. She looked at her own costume, and then her brain stalled and her mouth spoke first. "Heck, may as well wear them anyway. Half the fun of being here is just to nerd out. Here."
She tucked her own gift under her arm and took the pair he held. Loosening the ties she pulled him off to the side, then slide the leather onto his arm and started skillfully tightening them. She secured them with a knot, managing a tiny laugh when she did, and once both were on she started putting on her own. "Mine will clash worse right now, but I'll get over it." She winked then had to stop talking as her mouth was quickly occupied with one of the strings to tighten her own bracer. She could have made Sam do it, but her hands needed something to do now as a distraction.
Once she had them both tied on, she looked back up at him. "So, more shopping, or do you want to listen to a panel? That's basically celebrities talking about different things... Uh, sometimes there are demo booths for different video games..." She tried to think of where to drag him next.
Blasting the figure out of the wall felt like cheating, but Cora decided all was fair when you lived in a mansion with mutants. Heck, she regularly threatened her coworkers with amnesia if they ticked her off, so there were always unwritten rules on what you could get away with. Snipping someone's threads so they can barely find their car must have been in the same category. "Thankfully when I give people amnesia there are no insurance risks. They may get home unable to remember their coworkers names, but no lasting harm."
Clearly, owning it did not save her the embarrassment. Her face went red despite her efforts to act nonchalant, and she took a swing at his shoulder. Less of a swat, more of a light punch. She resisted doing anything terribly rough for risk of displacing his wig, but there was a glint in her eyes as she looked at him, sticking out her tongue this time. "I'm sure you've learned by now I wouldn't tie knots for just anyone. Do you really want me advertising those skills?"
Despite keeping her voice down, she was sure at least one or two individuals walking past glanced their way with raised eyebrows. She looked down at the items he held up and chuckled. "Okay, that is a fairly accurate pick, I'll admit it...Hmm, I would have to say, these ones," The bracers she picked up were tooled with the Helm of Awe. She showed them to him, then explained the meaning in case he didn't know.
"Viking symbol, meant to strike fear in the enemy. Symbolic for power, protection. That manly enough for you?" The color was a deep blue, which certainly seemed fitting for an ice mutant.
The booth artist managed to smile as she held up the bracers. "Can't tell you how many people had to ask what that symbol meant. I'm impressed you know your Norse Mythology."
She looked pleased. "It was one of the tattoos I almost got. Settled for a quote instead." She hid the price tag from Sam and passed her card to the artist before he could say anything. Once they were purchased, she handed him the bracers and sauntered to the next booth before he could object.
Cora grinned at the idea of having Juniper place the figurines. "You know she can like, stick them half-in, half-out of a wall, right? Imagine someone trying to get that figurine out of their wall without someone's help." She was already dying at the mental image. She wasn't sure what she would do if something of that sort happened to her.
She was a little surprised when Sam mentioned the climbing rope. She forgot she had told him that. Actually, she was sort of hoping she left some of those details out during her drunken rant. "Well, I mean, I know how to tie some pretty fast knots. I wouldn't have considered it art, but I guess taking out a bad guy with climbing supplies is a skill. Girl's gotta fight back somehow."
Then she thought of his mutation. "I mean, they have guys who do ice sculptures as a living. Although, they use chainsaws sometimes. But, I guess you could use a chainsaw... And then there are winter festivals where they specifically build ice structures and things like that. Heck, there are lots of cool things to do with ice." She was distracted to the point she almost missed his comment about the leather. However, she opted for a lifting of her chin and a rather smug look back at him.
She was wearing an awful lot of leather, may as well own it. "I mean, it's not like you've been looking away." She gave a vague gesture toward her outfit. The poor booth owner was doing his absolute best to keep his eyes on his wares, as if sensing looking could be a trap with Sam standing there. Then she picked up a pair of black arm bracers with dragons carved into them. She held them up so Sam would look. "Dragons, gears...see anything that looks like me?"
It was like ice melting when he saw the thread, as cheesy at that seemed. The cold wasn’t quite as intense and the spot where he kissed her was then unnaturally warm. There were many feeling tied to what she had done: fear, for one, and a little bit of hope. Accepting her own feelings regardless of what could happen was freeing in it’s own way. He really could forget her, or the old CS could just not like her. But sidestepping her feelings altogether seemed impossible now.
Thankfully, the collectibles were the distraction. She grinned as he purchased a whole set. ”I demand pictures when you’re done. I don’t know your friends but I feel they deserve a number of pranks even better than this.” When he was done she led him toward the artist alley, not letting go this time. It made it easier to not get separated, clearly.
She stopped at a leather working artist and scanned what he had to offer. There were arm cuffs, belts, and even some different pouches. ”This area is always fun because it’s all directly made by the artist. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body so I appreciate it,” she admitted.
Cora could tell the conversation hit a nerve by the way the air got colder. She almost regretted bringing it up, but felt like it needed to happen. If not now, then when? She pushed a hand through her hair and sighed. ”I don’t know, I just hate the idea that i wouldn’t hang out with you anymore if you weren’t young Sam. Yeah, maybe you sucked before, but couldn’t you change again?”
She looked at the figurine and tried to smile with him, but it was not easy to think about. He mentioned forgetting her and her jaw clenched, gaze growing intense for a moment before she caught herself. She looked down at her hand where the strings were and seemed to consider one for a moment before deciding. ”You aren’t allowed to forget me.” She activated her powers without thinking about it, and the dark string was visible before she could stop it. But it had changed hands. This time, it was on her right hand. The one that used to be Cora had moved.
She made the string vanish before he could look closely, and also before she could scare him off. It was a game of chicken between the two of them, but, the meaning needed to be there. ”I don’t plan on forgetting either.”
She accepted the gift and tries to find something less serious to focus on. She pointed to the other figurines. ”We could always prank your teammates. Hide dolls of them around the mansion like that silly Christmas Elf thing. Have Mirror hanging off a ceiling fan, someone throwing up marshmallows.” she tried to destruct.
Cora laughed at the idea of sparing on the beach. She flexed a muscle and winked at him, ”I could spar you but not sure you’d win without powers. I wouldn’t want to damage you,” she taunted.
Cora saw him bristle slightly at the mention of her meeting his older self. He perked up some when she whispered to him, but it was still on her mind as they looked at the action figures. She sighed, taking a more serious expression as she picked up the Cold Steel doll. ”Addressing the elephant in the room. Instead of seeing someone liking an older you as an insult, why not look at the positive side? You still look hot in ten years, so your current friends aren’t shallow enough to only want to be around you because of age. Okay the eye patch is kinda pirate like, but assuming there was a reason? I would be kinda flattered knowing people cared about me regardless of what happened or who I decided I wanted to be. It’s not comparing, in my case... just... admitting your you no matter which direction you go.”
She put it down and gave a shake of her head, ”Even if the unfortunate happened and you went back I wouldn’t let him be the guy you’re embarrassed of. I would drag him to hikes and remind him the things that make it fun being around you. It’s messy and unfair and... I’m sorry.”
He commented that it only worked in animes. Cora grinned and gave him a devious smile. ” Are you saying I shouldn’t battle my next enemy in a bikini to try it out? Bummer, I guess I will have to save that for the next time if we go to the beach.”
The comment that old CS had more issues with women made Cora pause. He wandered into territory that could hit a nerve if she wasn’t careful, but she couldn’t pass it up. ” So even if you Re-age I have to compete with other women for your attention? Or are all of these the ones you pissed off before?”
Falling for someone who was a known skirt-chaser did have its risks. Right now it was the faint twinge of jealousy that came from hearing about how he liked women, curiosity driving her to probe, ” Do I want to know just how many women you have taken back to your man cave? Starting to make the invite sound less exclusive.” She tapped her fingers against her chin acting thoughtful. Then she leaned close to his ear just to watch him freeze in place. ”Tempting me to up my game. Or make you do it.”
What next? She glanced around and saw a booth with collectibles. She reclaimed his non-icy hand to pull that way. ”Let’s see how embarrassed you need to be. I hear you X’s have action figures. Maybe we will fine a Cold Steel one.”
They came next to the booth and this one was larger, big enough to walk into. She took one side of the table and laughed, snatching up a doll and holding it so he could see. ”See! X-men! Anyone you know?” She asked. This one had a lot of little accessories, and the name Shard on the top of the box.
Cora smiled as the ice dropped, looking at him in a somewhat amused way. "I'm not sure you're quite as warm as Bruno, but you'll work," she decided. She leaned so she could nudge him with her shoulder, standing just a little closer as the cold let up. "But the ice did help the costume so it's not all bad."
She considered his question and grinned a little, "There is a running joke that the less clothing a character wears in anime the less likely they are to get injured. A lot of shows are getting better at making realistic outfits lately, but its not perfect. Old habits die hard I guess."
His next comment made her fumble the belt, and the blush was more evident. She quickly looked way, coughing and scanning a couple wallets for a distraction. "Man cave, huh? Isn't the whole point of a man cave being that girl's aren't allowed?" She managed to joke despite her temporary fumble. She Did grin a little at the thought of all the animal cuddles. "You keep tempting me with your pets. It's like you know I have a weakness for them."
Then moved to the weapons and Cora walked up behind him, grinning at the giant swords. "Lots of video games. Oh, that one is from an anime," she pointed to a giant scythe, and then looked at more of the fake swords. "Bigger the better in the make believe world. But I'm sure it wouldn't be quite as impressive to try chasing down a bad guy with a giant hammer now." She mused.
Sam threw out the dating comment, and it was her turn to sidestep it. She considered to herself, as if weighing whether or not she should go back and buy it, "I guess they would think that. But would they be right?" As unaffected as she tried to be, her face felt a little warmer. She hoped no color actually showed on her skin, which would be a dead giveaway she was still trying to avoid the topic.
The belts! Back to the belts. She picked a new one with a little group of three triangles from a popular video game. While her attention was there she noticed the chill and stuck her tongue out at him. "You keep dropping the temperature like this even the leather won't keep me warm. And no Bruno to help!"
He asked about the costumes and she looked over, taking another glance. "I think one of them is from the same anime yours is... that other is from a video game. Oh, and that one is from a movie-" she started listing names of the different fandoms, stepping closer to point them out to him. It was fun.
"I'm not as nerdy as a lot of people. I spend too much time climbing and working to get into a lot of the shows. But I still appreciate a good Sci-Fi from time to time. I'm sure if we tried catching you up on pop culture we would have to catch me up at the same time."
