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.
There were few things that Sara didn’t have a reply for. This one was one. She wasn’t going to disagree with the other mutant about the way that mutants were treated by humans. She was a healer who wasn’t supposed to have scars, but somehow, humans had managed to give her two. One that wrapped around her right wrist from a band that she was forced to wear around her wrist during the registration camps. The other was a number on her right shoulder. “Not this way.” Sara said. Her nose wrinkled lightly with disgust. Sara wasn’t that much of a social mutant. Nor was she that socially accepted by the masses, but there were some humans that were alright.
"Haven't you heard? The tables are changing. We're going to take back our city."
“Then what?” Sara asked. She was trying to buy herself some time. She was fast but the fact that he manipulated fire gave her more of a concern for the surroundings. He could do a lot more damage faster than she could, in five seconds, than she could.
As if on cue there was another sort of commotion coming from inside the building. At first the fire manipulator grinned, thinking the panther shifter had finally gotten her quarry, but when she came flying out of the window landing unceremoniously somewhere behind him, he’d been distracted for Sara to take advantage of the moment.
In a heart beat Sara had launched herself so that her feet would land squarely on the side of the building adjacent to the fire manipulator. Sara crouched there long enough only to let the fire manipulator’s eyes follow her before she kicked off of the brick, heading straight at him. His flames flickered higher and if he was aiming anything at Sara, well for that short few seconds, Sara was screwed. However her body healed and knowing that fact had made her a little reckless over the years.
The fire mutant had raised an arm to defend himself against Sara. Most people wouldn’t choose to deflect his attack but Sara wasn’t most people. The fact that she didn’t hesitate surprised him and when she opened her mouth filled with elegantly pointed and big feline fangs she had to give him credit for not crapping his pants. Her right forearm came down over his with a crack. Flames licked up her arm and around her wrist. The heat singed her fur and as Sara’s clawed feet landed squarely on the pyro’s midsection, Sara’s other hand Smacked down on his head so he’d come down with her weight on top of him, and his head would bounce off of the cement. When her was knocked out, the flames that were around his hands died away and Sara’s nerve endings in her arm decided to let her know how stupid she’d just been.
The pain stung and when Sara pulled her arm away, she’d had a portion of the fur on her wrist burned away leaving angry bubbling blisters and sections that looked like raw meat. However most of the intense burn was isolated to her wrist. Her fur had shielded the skin that went up her arm. All and all, she was lucky, but still… Her teeth grit together tight as she let out a cry of pain that had a mix of human and animal in it. Frustrated she lifted the unconscious mutant’s head up by the hair with her good hand and slammed it back down for good measure.
”Hey Sara!”
“Hey Slick.” Sara replied. She’d recognized his voice before she looked over her shoulder at him. She straightened up and moved between him and the other feline mutant. Her arm injured arm raised so as to not rub the raw side against her clothing or other fur on accident while the burn was still so tender. Though it was visibly smoothing over and damaged skin stretched, grew and knit back together to it’s self. “Is it just me, or are there suddenly more cats in New York?” She chanced a glance at the window where the panther and Sam had come out of. When she’d approached the corner of the building hadn’t there been someone else that was being attacked? “Did you check on the other girl?” Sara indicated the building with a tilt of her head. “They were in there for a while.”
The planet truly was going to Hell. Not that Sara really seemed to notice now a days. The feline mutant had always managed to tread on the line that was in the middle of right and wrong. Sara often kept to herself, but even she had heard of the news report. It was Johnny, her friend at The Dragon Inn restaurant who informed her of the news report. Sara almost didn’t pick up her phone to receive the message. Johnny promised to play the report for her later. Until then, Johnny had warned her to stay off of the streets. Sara hung up the phone... Naturally Sara wasn’t listening to the smart advise of her friend and she was out anyways. However it became more and more apparent that she should start listening to her friends.
Tensions were high on the streets. Fewer people were out but the people that Sara passed were… well Sara didn’t know how to describe it… She just knew that as a hole, she wouldn’t forget her walk today. Sara passed several people and mutants that she didn’t recognize. Some were obvious mutants who only now, chose to show their faces like Sara had ditched her heavy hood a few years ago. Others were people that Sara passed before, but the way that they looked at her. It was different. Then there were those whom she didn’t recognize at all. Shock, Anger, Fear. Those facts were always in the air, but today they were intensified.
Yeah Johnny was definitely someone with the right idea. She wasn’t heading home yet, but her feet turned right at the next block. Sara’s intentions were to make her way to the The Dragon Inn, and help him and his mother keep themselves safe. Johnny would be angry with her for not listening to him, but she really didn’t care.
Sara was two blocks down, taking a short cut through the alley ways. It was like every time she came out of the street to run to the next short cut there was a different scene ranging to arguments to a turned over car. Apparently at one intersection, one norm accidently ran a red light and almost ran over a mutant. Said mutant was fine. Said car was not.
The scenes only made Sara’s steps quicken. The next alley way came faster. Then the next and the next. 15 blocks from her destination, 12, Hopping and fence and a sprint through a junk yard before the dogs could make their way out of their huts. 10 blocks… 8.
At 8 blocks away she skid to a stop. Her heart was pounding and her breaths slowed. There was a group of three people just down the corner from her and she was trying to decide of she was going to be safe skidding around them or if it was a better idea to find a different way. That was the plan until she heard one of the mutants tell the other to stop begging. There was just something about that that made Sara’s ears pin back. She hated bullies no matter who they were and no matter who their victims were. It brought out something much more primal in her feline self that kept her on the scene, where normally she would have avoided it.
The tip of Sara’s own tail twitched like an agitated rattle snake as she stepped around the corner. Her padded feline feet barely made any sound on the pavement. The panther shifter and a girl disappeared into the building. Sara couldn’t see what was going on inside, but the panther sure was making herself heard. That probably meant that the two that Sara couldn’t see where both still alive.
The fire manipulator pulled another fireball of molten… Sara couldn’t exactly tell and held it at the ready to chuck in the building. It seemed he only hesitated because the other mutant would have been in his way. Sara chose that moment to intervien. She didn’t want to be on the scene of another building fire.
“Hey.” Sara was about ten feet away from him when she made her presence known and made him jump. “Two against one isn’t really fair is it?”
Even though the reply about the boy's attempt hadn't been meant really for Sara should couldn't help but smirk. Ok. There were some things that she could take enjoyment out of in some situations. In this case, it was the fact that his reply about what he intended to do was so much like something she would have said. "I can only imagine."
"Well I'm not taking the trouble to stop right now." Sara's tail flicked. At this point she'd started to drive away from the city and the smirk staid on her face for a moment. Smirking was better than her other reaction could be. That other reaction being on of violence. "You're welcomed to stay in the van here, till I drive back into the city... Unless you really want to walk."
The fact that she had this stow away pressed up against the side of her van with only her presence from the driver's seat brought a smile to her face. At least this one knew when he was... at a disadvantage. smarter than Sara.
"Then why were you in my van?" Sara asked. Her attention turning back to the road and she eased her foot off of the accelerator. However if she wanted to, she could always floor the thing again. "Seems like a waist of good time and good health." Good thing Sara was so well mannered about this compared to some people when it came to breaking into her things.
Sara sighed heavily. "Look. While we're in the van anyways, do you need a ride anywhere?" She'd check later to be sure nothing was missing from the back of her van. She was fairly confident that she'd be able to track him down later if she needed to later to recover any of her belongings.
Sara checked over her shoulder quickly, not wanting to take her eyes off of the road for too long. Her lips were pulled back slightly. Just enough to make sure that he saw her larger elegantly slanted feline fangs. Normally she did her best to be dignified and act as normal as possible, but for now a little growl here and there seemed like it might be fun. So she let out a snarl that sounded like a mix between her large feline side, and a frustrated sound of her human side.
The van straightened out on the road and Sara kept her foot firm on the gas. glancing here and there in her nearly useless review mirror to make sure Ty staid in the back until she decided if he was a threat or not. "What the hell are you doing?!" Sara demanded. The police might pull her over for the way she was driving, and that thought did catch her mind, but she didn't really care at the moment... Ok... Maybe she did....
She eased up off of the gas as she came to a stop sign. she slid by the stop sign and made another turn.
With the window down, and Sara was on the road again, she was starting to feel herself cool down a little. She didn't even care that with her window down, she was starting to cause people to rubber neck and stare at her. Apparently there wee some people in New York City who were still surprised do see a large predatory animal driving a car. Imagine that in this day and age.
With her elbow leaning out the window, and her other hand on the top of the wheal, the wind was pushing her longer hair on her head around her shoulder. With the wind this strong through the window, one could almost forget that the city smelled so.... Smelly. The wind also provided a small temporary favor to the Van's stow away. It pushed Ty's smell to the back of the van.
It all worked great that way until Sara came to a red light. It took her a moment. Her mind had been wondering and when the Ty's sent finally got the attention of Sara's senses, her jaw tightened. Glaring at the break lights of the car ahead of her. Something definitely had to be done... Something fun.
The red light turned green and traffic started up normally. Sara took a right, onto a wider road that would take her out of the city. The white cargo van made it a block down the street, where the traffic thinned, and Sara floored the accelerator. She swerved hard enough rattle her cargo, reached back, and yanked the tarp free from the back.
New York never seemed to shut up. There were two things that Sara just didn’t appreciate. One of them was driving all of the way across town to collect her owed cash from one of her clientele. The other was not getting paid in full.
She’d been put in a bad mood and even though she held a thick wad of twenty dollar bills in her paw like hand, it was shorted 40 dollars. The client would be given one warning and then she’d remove their storage unit’s contents. Even though the amount of cash was small, she had the right not to let people get away with small things like that.
Her own emotions had her distracted. Other wise she the former feline thief would have smelled the other would be thief when she opened the van door and met her in the face carrying the sent of all of her other positions. Instead the cat woman paused with her van door open. She removed a couple of twenties from the wad of cash, and stuck them in her own pocket, then dropped the rest of the cash into an emerald green hello kitty where it was safe and sound. Using the driver’s side seat as a make shift desk, she scribbled a few notes down on a pad of paper, then climbed in. The ignition in the van turned over instantly open Sara’s command. So she tossed the notebook and the hello kitty pouch on top of the tarp, figuring that she’d organize things more later.
For now she just wanted to get out of this area before something else found reason to get on her nerves. Driving, she jumped the curve on her way out, not caring particularly much for the extra bouncing and she was back on the road. Leaning on her rolled down window with the wind in her face.
”When this is all said and done I might need you to describe the killer to me.”
Sara sighed to try to release some of the stress that she was feeling. She hated everything about this. Being found out. Especially by slick. The police... What had happened. She should have staid a thief. Things were so much simpler that way. She could control who got hurt and there was never anything like this. "I can do better than that. I can provide a picture."
Sara nodded when Sam asked her if the buildings were empty now. She wasn't about to leave a body laying around. Neither were her associates or her customers. Even though Sara had not finished renovating these buildings to prepare them for storage units, a few of her customers had learned to find their ways here to make their monthly payments. Sam started to activate one of his abilities, and Sara shivered in the light rain that had been insisting on keeping the air thick and moist but still refused to become a full blown thunderstorm.
”I’m about to call this location in. They need to know that they are both dead and the sooner the better meaning we can track down who ever else is involved.”
"And I'll be disappearing soon." Sara said. She was doing her best not to scoff. Sam was so much better to deal with than the police, but it didn't change Sara's view of things that much. "but I can show you around." Sara swung her door open, and angled herself out of the driver's seat. The cold that Sam was providing was only enough to make Sara cold, in the wet weather, but not so cold that her body couldn't deal with it even with her arms uncovered.
She began walking first to the main scene of the crime. The building with the hole in the roof. She strolled inside stopping just inside the door. There were things that Sara had clearly done since the fight. The floor of the building had been worked on. Sara had laid down fresh sement, but other things, like the walls were still a work in progress. The roof had since started to be taken down from the inside, careful to avoid the main supports. There were large piles of rotted wood in the center of the floor but if someone looked close enough, there were gouges in the wood where either Sara's claws had used as a hold, or something that made deeper wider cuts than hers had left marks. "I assumed you wanted to start with this one."
Work keeps changing my schedule. Well it's retail they do that anyways. There are people who go weeks without hours but I must do something right because this week, starting tomorrow, they have me scheduled to come in every day. This means that my normal slow posting will be even slower. I'll still pop in and out of the c-box but it's less likely that I'll have time to post.
Ladies and gentlemen. Mutants of all abilities. I would like to present you with whom I deem fit to sport the beloved swag covered, and handsomely prestigious, title known site wide as Mutant of the Month.
Drum roll please for my first nomination; (That’s right. First nomination.)
Versula Aldwyn
Versula Aldwyn has been a joy in the c-box from day one. Her posts are detailed and they have a nice sense of humor. Just check out Until W3 Hav3 Fac3s and Hibernation Insomia and you will see what I mean.
For my second nomination I nominate;
Ty Fisher.
Ty Fisher is a good sport. For one thing, I am one of many people who keep threatening to eat him. I’ve secretly stalked a post or two of theirs for a while and even though they have only been on MRO since November, they are one of those people who feels like they were here longer. Please check out Thrill of the Chase and Hats off
Ok. some time you and I must drag Calley (Animal shifter) into a thread tittled Lions and Tigers and Bears Oh MY! It just must happen because this is MRO.
The small house cat that was Bast stood, and Sara pushed herself up off of the ground as well. The Egyptian feline passed through her invisible barrier with a flick of her tail and a slow stretching arch of her back that lengthened like a normal cats. Her front claws fully extended out in front of her, then she grew to her half human half lioness form in front of Sara.
eyes up…. Eyesupeyesupeyesup…..
Sara crossed her arms, clearly still disgusted with what she had scene. “I don’t know what I’m more disgusted with right now. Your idea of who is harmful of your people, or the fact that you could have saved them.”
Somewhere in the back ground, Jack looked up to see the two felines talking again. He scooped up the two kittens that he’d been playing with and retreated towards the back of the temple.
Bast was silent for a moment. At first she looked like she was going to scream back at Sara, but she took a moment to collect her thoughts. “I could have.” Bast admitted. “You could have saved them too.” She added and instead of keeping Sara’s eye contact she dropped it to stare at one of the decorated pillars. “Those men gave their lives freely, and if they did that demonstration thinking anything else, then there really was nothing that I could do to help them.”
“Or you could have stopped the guards.” Sara rolled her eyes.
“And if I’m not there next time?” Bast asked Sara and Sara’s head tilted. Her right ear flicking. “I don’t know what your idea of a god or goddess is where you come from, but here, it’s not that clear. They raise us up on pillars, They record us and tell stories that are so much greater than we really are, and then they immortalize us. Not only because they think we live forever, Granted typically better health makes us live longer, but the majority of us do die. It all depends on the blood in our bodies. They’re like children that way. They don’t quite get it.”
Sara chose to rip her eyes away from Bast and look out over the temple at her people and Sakmet’s soldiers. A woman and her child cradled one of the victims in their arms between them. They allowed her to be there screaming at them as she mourned her families’ loss. It suddenly occurred to Sara that perhaps Sakmet’s men were just following orders and reacting, but it didn’t make her feel much better in her situation. The woman insulted the men once too much and while most of them stood there stock still taking her verbal abuse, one walked forward, his back straight and his jaw line drawn as tight as the grip he had on his long blade. Bast saw this too and as Sara approached the edge of the temple steps, she fully expected Bast’s invisible wall to stop her again. So far, nothing stood in her way.
(It's fine. I can work with it and I hope that this is ok.)
There were few things going on right now that Sara would normally let slide. For one thing, the fact that the panther like mutant hopped behind the display case. No stealth? What fun was that? There wasn't even any smashing. (Though Sara wouldn't have approved of that either.) Just grabbing.
Sara crossed her arms, leaned back against the display case, nearly sitting on it, and watched the other feline mutant's movements over her shoulder. She'd hate to waist too much movement when the Black Panther seemed like he'd had such a good time. She'd hate to get in his way too soon. However too soon seemed to pass as he informed Jerry that he no longer owed a monthly bill.
He passed Sara with the statue under his arm and the bangles around his wrist. There wasn't that much that Sara could do about the jewelry. The statue on the other hands... She stepped behind the feline mutant with the awesome purple glasses as he passed her and with her tail arched to the side, she reached out to the statue tucked under his arm, just behind his elbow intending to slip the statue away from him. She may not get that far, but at least she wasn't going to let him get away with it.... intentionally.
Sara shook her head as they road along. She eased up on the gas as they approached a row of warehouses. "The reptilian guy hasn't been in the city for months. His trail is cold and no one worth asking has seen him. Either he's gone or he's hiding very well."
”I made a promise to the commissioner when we decided to work togther that I’d do everything in my power to uphold the laws”
"Right." Sara agreed about some laws. What she did in the past was against the law. Her business was questionable to say the least, though also explainable. However the part of the law that she didn't trust was the fact that these laws were made up by people who had imprisoned her and whoever they could find in the registration camps five years ago. A lot had changed but at the same time, a policeman was still a policeman to Sara, weather they were in a guard uniform or not. Meanwhile Sam had gone on and Sara listened.
"We're here." Sara answered when Sam asked how far away the scene was. Absent mindedly Sara glanced at her rear view mirror. The road was empty so the practice of using a turn signal was pointless. Still she had mr. Uphold the law next to her so with a flick of her index finger the turn signal clicked twice before she took a right hand turn into the parking lot of the warehouses. The van came to a stop, Sara through it in park and flipped the ignition off. The buildings could, at best, be described as a handyman's special. Three buildings stood side by side by side. There was wood rot, holes in the roof of one. Obviously Sara had gotten the land for low cost because of the decrepit buildings. "Jack passed away in the warehouse on the right." Sara began. "He was meeting me here to make a payment for his unit's monthly costs. I was assessing what needed to be renovated and what could still be salvaged. The other mutant had dropped in from the hole in the ceiling and just as quickly, sliced open Jack's neck. Jack bleed out in less than a minute."
