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.
Sam ranted at Sara about having chased a pair of dead men who were mane suspects and Sara felt like saying something sarcastic back but she held her tongue and only shot him a glare over her shoulder instead. Ok fine. Next time I wont tell you at all.
Sam took the envelope and Sara turned most of her attention back on the road again. Sara shot him another glare when he exclaimed about Pluto and her right ear flicked when he slammed his fist into the inside of her car door. "Give Pluto a break. Samantha would would have been trafficked as well if it wasn't for him." Sara said a little more defensively than she normally would have. Ok so she liked him as a friend. It wasn't that she like, liked him.... What was it with her and tall red muscled mutants? If she wasn't driving, she would have crossed her arms, but since she should be keeping her hands on the wheel she settled for thumping the tip if her tail against the seat.
"There were witnesses for Donovan's death." Sara admitted. My she had wound herself into a web. "No one witnessed the other one, and the last time that I saw the reptilian like mutant, he was making a tactical retreat without a tail."
Sara hung a right entering into a smaller road yet, but this one was facing the highway and in site the dirt path soon would lead back to a place that was more urban than rolling fields and cattle, but less populated than most of the city. "Last I knew, Samantha was still alive. She dropped her wallet in my apartment and I had tried to mail it back to her, but apparently she moved. College kids do that sometimes..." Right? Sara motioned to the envelope marked return to sender. "If you can find her, she would be willing to speak with the police. In fact I'd like to know that she is ok."
"I on the other hand. I don't talk to police." Sara shook her head and the car accelerated a touch. "And don't bring up the I'm talking to you and you work with the police because that's bull." Sara glanced down at the the odometer and eased her clawed foot up off of the gas. "Not even at the fires did I talk to the police. This cat does not talk to the police."
Emmy I'm sorry to hear of your loss. Take your time.
To the rest of you, have fun.
As for me, I apologize for my slow posting. Even on my days off, I have things piling up. The cub is getting busier and busier. He turns two on the 30th of this month and I will find out if I have his birthday off tomorrow. I'm also possibly starting a second job.
Sara was still checking the fighters who were preparing for their part of the evening's entertainment when one in particular caught her attention. It had been a long time since Sara had seen, or smelled Emerald, and her right ear flicked back and forth against the back of her head as she wondered exactly what she was doing here. Sara remembered back at the registration camps, how Emerald had taken on more than others to try to spare them or protect them. Sometimes that was heavy work, sometimes it was other punishment. Whom ever her opponent was, Sara could only imagine how much they would have their hands full.
It didn't take long, and Sara found herself listening to the announcer. She should be working on her own little mystery more, but when one doesn't really know where to start, one easily got distracted. Besides. Sometimes the answers to question like where to start, answer themselves.
"I didn't think that I'd see you here. Or at least not on this side of the cage." Sara's right ear flicked back just behind her then she looked over her shoulder. The voice was directed to her, and she recognized the it's owner. Dale. He was a hacker known for moving money. Sometimes he moved 'merchandise' as well and Sara thought he was decent enough, even if he was a criminal. What could she say? Technically so was she. If Dale's hair would lay down flat, he'd have a bowl cut, but instead, his hair was made up of micro sized red ringlets that fell over his forehead in an uneven mop. He was a head shorter than Sara putting him at about 5'5" if he'd stand up straight.
"I only shed blood to survive. Not for sport." Dale chuckled and Sara crossed her arms, slanting her hips with a flick of her tail. "Besides. It wouldn't be a fair fight. At least not in most cases." Sara's eyes wondered back to Emerald for only a moment before flicking back in Dale's direction realizing he'd been watching her carefully. His head tilted, lips pressed together and his eye brows lightly roughed and Sara got the feeling that he was analyzing Sara much the way that he analyzed the codes on a computer. The chuckle of Dales slid smoothly into a half faced smile and he stepped next to Sara so that he could see the contestants better. “Sport Shmort. It’s cute that you think this type of entertainment, in this setting is about sport.”
Sara rolled her eyes. “And you’re here because….” Sara was enjoying the company, but she was here to try to get a job done.
“To get some money.”
“You move money. Can’t you just type some number into a bank account?”
“I move money for other people.” Dale corrected Sara. “I’m not that stupid to move cash into my own accounts. Their still taking bets. Care to add to mine?”
Sara pulled out her wallet. She’d brought a handful of hundred dollar bills with her for bribes but she sensed this that this one might pay off. “One thoughsand dollars on her.” Sara motioned to Emerald. “Tell them I that I want the bet tripled if the fight ends between two minutes and thirty seconds and two minutes and fourty.” The betting crowd around Sara erupted with last minute bets as others thought Sara’s idea of betting on the times was a good idea.
Dale went to grab Sara’s cash and Sara pulled it out of his reach. She wasn’t done talking but5 Dale was practically dancing on his toes in the same spot. It wasn’t hard to see that he had a gambling problem. “I want the profits split, and I want information on this crowd.”
“Ok okokok.” Dale said impatiently. Sara gave him the cash and he jogged back to a motor greased man who was shouting that it was the last call to wager money with him.
The black panther said that Sara could be seen as some sort of an expert and she just gave a one shoulder shrug. Her trip to Egypt wasn't the best time of her life by any means but she did sort of fall into that information. When one was mistaken for a goddess or spirit (in Sara's case she had been mistaken for a few different ones now) one sort of wanted to learn a little about them.
Weather Sara had meet this individual in the past, she had no recollection of him. The only thing she had on her mind was how fast feline mutants were popping up in New York City again. For the longest time it had seemed like it was just her. Now there was Raven and... This one. She'd have to ask his name. Disturbing. What was even more disturbing was that she realized she'd started to stare at him for just a few seconds as she thought about the mutant feline population.
The male asked about the price for Bast's statue and Sara found herself shook back to her task at hand. "Right." Sara murmured just loud enough for the panther to hear. She wasn't one to tell bad cat jokes but oh what the heck right now. "Two cats vs. One robot fish" She let her tail flick in front of the glass and Billy broke into song again tapping with his fluke a new song.
Here's a little song I wrote Might want to play it note for note Dno't worry.... Be Happy
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the shop owner Jeffery... er... Jeeves.... Oh god now she was doing that in her head. Jerry poked his head around the corner from where he was counting out Sara's pearls and putting prices to them. "Sounds like a cake walk."
Sam started going through what could have easily been mistaken for seizures as he through his hands in the air. Sara would have answered his question about killing both Jack and Donovan because she only killed one of the suspects, but as soon as she had opened her mouth to say something, Sam was at her again so she just stood there with her arms crossed, hips slanted, and her tail twitching.
Sam finally finished and opened the door to Sara's van, told her she was driving, and got in. Now was probably not the best time to admit to Sam that she drove without a license so she slid in the drivers seat. A moment ago Sara had opened her mouth to talk a couple of times, but Sam had continued so she'd staid quiet, however Sam still had some questions, rhetorical or not, that needed answering and after an awkward pause that was only filled with the sound of the van's engine turning over, Sara decided to start her own part of the conversation. "As a matter of fact my paw prints are all over the crime scenes... I own the properties where their deaths took place." Sara said. Clearly not happy about the use of the word paw in his sentence. She spoke the truth and for a moment didn't mind giving Sam the extra stress because of his words. Sara did her best not to show it that often, but she hated what she looked like. "My blood too but my blood can probably be found over half this city if anyone cared to look." Because other people hated what she looked like too.
Sara pulled the van out of the warehouse, she took a moment to get out in the heavily misting rain to close the large sliding doors of the building, then hopped back inside, buckled up, and pressed the gas. "Jack was killed about two months ago. Donovan Moore was killed about three months ago." Sara eased out of the drive, hung a right. The van bumped up and down off of the dirt road, then smoothed out as it made it over the blacktop road. "I only killed Mr. Moore. Jack was killed my another mutants who was reptilian with a blade like tail and spoke in broken English. I don't know how the mutant had found out that Jack smuggled Children, but when he did, he asked few questions and attacked first." If it wasn't for Sara's healing mutation, Sara would have died that day a month ago. She didn't realize that she had pulled her left had away from the wheel and rested it on the bare part of her fur covered stomach. "The mutant thought that I was involved then turned on me, so we didn't have a lot of collaboration. We'll check that place out first."
"Donovan's story was a little more complicated." Sara pulled the van up to a four way stop. She twisted in her bucket seat to reach for something in the back. Sara retrieved a padded envelope and tried handing it to Sam. It was addressed to a Samantha Higgins but it seemed when Sara had sent it, that the young woman had moved because return to sender was printed across the top as well as a stamp the post office had put on it explaining that Samantha Higgins had moved and not left a forwarding address. Inside the wallet was Samantha's driver's license, a few small bills, a beat up library card, a college ID, and a few credit cards. "Here." If Sam checked the dates he'd see that Sara had sent the package quite a while ago, but the fact was that she had only recently gotten it back. With some of the new information that Sam had just yelled at her, she was starting to be concerned for Samantha again.
Sara pulled away from the stop sign, leaving the envelope and it's contens with Sam. "Three months ago, Pluto, alerted me to the fact that my under ground storage business was being used for smuggling people. Samantha was found alive in one of my units. Once we made sure that she was safe, we reacted from there."
When you heard the term on the street, the word sounded innocent enough but Sara had learned a long time ago that innocents was a hoax. If you were one to hang around with people who were less than lawful individuals, you also learned that the subway was a black market. One that was designed to keep it's goods traveling fast. Sometimes those goods were as innocent a s fire arms and poached animals. Other times, Sara had learned the hard way that it moved people as well.
Like the subway that people think of most of the time, this one was run below the earth. Normally there were other activities going on as a distraction ranging from bootleg showings of movies, to dog fights, and MMA fights. Mutants and humans taking part in these activities however with the recent reactions that the public was having about a recent video posted on youtube of a young female mutant getting beaten up by the cops, tensions were higher than the usual... Pleasantries....
Sara was tired of hearing about her warehouses being used for trafficking children and young woman. She had two points out of three against her investigations tonight but she didn't care that much. One was the most obvious. She was a mutant and some of the humans here, even some of her old clientele, would no longer speak with her. The other was that there was no secret that she was against the modern day slave trafficking that was going on inside her properties.
It was only about 9:30 pm when Sara arrived on the scene but the sky had been dark for a long time because of the season. Snow and ice still covered the ground so it made it easy to track groups of peoples. Even for someone without the sensory abilities that Sara had. The location was close enough to the park that most people wouldn't think anything of the extra foot traffic. Sara just followed a path that lead to below ground, into a high arching drainage tunnel. The lower part of the tunnel, in the center, sad with cold stinky water and slush since the water was moving, it didn't allow the surface to fully freeze.
Sara was nearly at the end of the first section of tunnels before she saw the lights flickering from the current events. Sara tugged at the collar of her coat. Her tail twitched as she walked and in less than a minute she found herself in a room that was packed with not only people, but their stenches and hot breath that made the air feel so moist. It looked like the party had started early tonight and they were already hauling the first of tonight's combatants and loosers out of a center ring.
Ok. she was here. Now what?
Sara let her attention wonder only for a moment to the fighters that were being introduced in the middle of the open chamber.
Sara shrugged to what Regan said about the sabertooth side of her demanding more to eat. Sara had her own appetite to worry about, but smaller game was more practical for keeping on the move. "I've gotten used to Chinese takeout."
Sara worked around the joint of the deer's back leg. It only took her a moment to go through it, then bend it and get it out of her way for the rest of the meat of the leg. It didn't take long for her to give Regan something to do and lay some meat on the table in front of her.
Sara listened to the rest of Regan had to say. She was only out on her own for a month. Sara chose not to ask, but normally a mutant goes out on their own because of something negative that had happened. So with the feline power of deduction, something had happened a month ago to cause Regan to be on her own... Again... Sara's ears flicked back against the back of her head for a moment. Her right ear doing more of a twitch than the left. "Sometimes being out on your own makes things..." Sara trailed off for a moment as her knife turned a little wrong in the meat and she went to correct the small mistake. Thinking of what she really wanted to say. Easier felt like it would be wrong to say. "Simpler."
I have a couple of days off starting today, and with the bad weather here right now, I'm not planning on going out unless I have to. I plan on catching up on chores and with things here as long as the cub let's me.
Sara looked over her shoulder at Roxy and the girl playing when Regan said something. "I lived here at the mansion for a couple of months. Roxy was given to me by one of the other residents. Sam, also known as Cold steel had rescued her as a puppy. She still knows a lot of the other students here witch comes in handy if I need a dog sitter ever." Sara said with a shrug.
Sara took one sharp knife. The rubber gloves stretched oddly over her paw like digits, but She'd gotten used to the odd feeling at one time. A long time ago. Regan scrubbed up, and got her gloves and Sara removed one section of meet keeping the muscle groupings the same because different parts of the deer's muscle would cook at different rates. Sara had done the yucky stuff first by removing the inner organs that had been left in a bucket. That stuff could probably be discarded so the deer looked sort of hollow hanging there, if one looked at it from the right angle.
Regan asked Sara how many deer she'd processed and Sara shrugged. She didn't really know the exact answer to that. "I'm not really sure." Sara said. "I used to hunt for my meals, but when I moved to the city I started relying more on Chinese take out. I learned this from a good friend when I first started living on my own. When I did hunt, I normally went after smaller things. Rabbit, squirl, turkeys."
"What about you? How long have you been supporting yourself? Out on your own?" Sara left off like this but she chose her words carefully.
Sara glanced at the buck for a moment as Regan and herself greeted each other. It was an odd feeling standing here and Sara wasn't sure really why. Maybe because she'd never really met someone who was so much like herself without that other person being a shape shifter of some kind. She did her best to hide the fact that she was sort of curious.
Mean while Roxy, Sara's dog, had found a couple of the Mansions other inhabitants. A young girl with a tail, pointed ears and light purple skin tossed a stick for her. It was clear to Sara that the dog enjoyed her visits back to her old home.
When Regan asked if she could help, Sara just shrugged. "If you want, you can wash up. There's a sink around the corner." Sara indicated with a nod of her head. "There are some rubber gloves on the table, and you can slice the meat into pieces the size that you want, then put them in the bags."
Donnie. Really? Slick had a nick name for the criminal. Sam went on and on and did he really have to bring up the fact that it wasn't just the police that Sara would be helping but the victims. If it was anyone else lecturing Sara, for any other reason, she'd leave. "I know. Alright?" Sara said a little more up tight than she was a moment ago. Come on. Sam knew that anything with children got to her. She was a criminal and a mutant, who had gone into burning building with him because of children. It was just something that she never could explain.
Sara decided to give Sam a little more information. Before she had left out the fact that some of the suspects were dead, but if it saved time, she didn't care about getting reamed out anymore by him. "Well you can eliminate Donovan... Donnie.." Sara corrected. "You can take Jack off of the current list as well. They didn't skip town. They're dead." Sara didn't leave a lot of time of that information to sink in before she moved in. "Those were two smugglers who I knew of. That's why I had thought that the situation was under control."
Boy. She was just batting 1000 today with CS. What was she supposed to do though? "So yeah. I can show you the crime scenes and the houses that had been used for smuggling in the past, but I don't know how much help that will be." Sara shrugged trying to regain her normal composure now that Sam had her feeling off balance. "You got a ride or do you want to have me drive?" Sara asked indicating her van with a tilt her and feeling more and more awkward.
Sara hadn't been in the mansion it's self for a long time but the place still was a comfort to her. She'd come here at first just to visit good friends. After one of the times that she had nearly lost her life, Sara had lived in the mansion for a couple of months before she'd moved out but she still knew some of the older students and teachers here. In a house full of mutants, she barely raised any eye brows from her looks and she'd often made herself forget the feeling that brought her. Where out on the street, even some of the people she liked still stared, here she was.... normal. If there was such a word anymore.
Her fur was thick enough that she didn't need a lot of extra clothing. The wild cougar side of herself was well suited to the cold and often preferred it over the heat. She'd been satisfied with just a light vest, never liking the way that sleeves felt when the rubbed her fur on her arms the wrong way.
It didn't take Sara too long to set up. The stag was hung from one of the rafters in the garage, and Sara opened the garage doors so that the cold air would keep the meat at a cooler temp. Once She had that, she found a table that she quickly scrubbed clean. A bucket was left under the deer, and from there she raided the mansion's kitchen for a set of knives, freezer bags, bowls, and cutting boards.
Sara's ear twitched in Regan's direction when she heard the other feline join her in the garage. Sara had to admit that she was a little surprised to see her. She wasn't sure if she was really going to show up. Sara wouldn't have showed up when she had first arrived in New York. But that was her. "Hey." Sara said turning her head so that she could look over her shoulder. "I assume that you found everything that you needed to."
I thought that work would be slowing down this week, but it's only Monday Morning and already I have been able to pick up 10 extra hours for this coming week. I should be able to find some time tomorrow to catch up on a few things. The good news is that life and work has still been gloriously hectic. The bad news is less MRO time.
