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.
The leash was holding well enough. Sara had never really yanked on Roxy's leash but she'd seen other mutts put their entire weight against the stupid straps. It was sort of nice to know that this one would do the same if Sara ever needed it to.
Sara nodded in reply to Regan. She dusted her hands off absentmindedly on the legs of her pants. Her bare cat feet flexing their toes slightly for her balance as her tail swayed. "I'll wait for you in the mansion's garage then." Sara replied with a satisfied nod. "I'll also make sure that we're set up with the right.... tools." Sara assured Regan.
Once Sara had things set up, cutting up the portions of meat wouldn't take that long. She only hoped that the mansion had enough room in the freezers for it. They definitely had the appetites within it's walls. hopefully Regan wouldn't have it all gone by the time she became hungery again.
My next day off is Wednesday. I'm so sorry that I haven't been on line and I know that I owe people posts. I do appreciate the patients for me as my schedule is so hectic right now for work.
Jerry had started laying Sara's pearls out on a cloth when the door opened again and Sara looked over her shoulder, tail tip flicking left and right. It seemed that there was another large cat mutant in town and Sara couldn't help but let her right eye brow raise slightly. First a lion headed shifter, Then a green tigress. Now a black fellow puma. Wow. What was next? A leopard? Was there going to be a collection of all types of anthropomorphic cats in New York City? After all. Gotta catch them all! Sara was half way tempted to throw a poke ball that was sitting on the counter at him. Especially by the way he treated the shop keeper. Jerry might be scum but Sara hated people, and mutants, showing disrespect. Especially disrespect that wasn't sarcastically coming from her mouth.
"Oh, Sekhmet. Your establishment has gotten nine times classier than the last time I was here, Julian."
Sara's right ear twitched and her hand that was resting on the glass display case clenched into a fist without her realizing it. "Actually that is Bast." Sara said tapping the glass of the display case just above the house cat sized statue. "Sakhmet was.... different..."
Being watched while she hung the stag made Sara a little self conscious. Still she continued her work. The organs came out quickly and were left on the ground for the moment. She wasn't sure if they would go with her or not, but if they were left too long in the deer's body, she knew from experience that they would turn the taste. The job made easy and quick from the fact that most of the meat from the deer's belly gad already been eaten.
Sara waved her hand as the other feline apologized. "I get it." Again she didn't care for further explanation. Heck. For most of Sara's life, she would have told the lie at the same time for the same reasoning. "And I'm hardly ever home anyways."
Roxy licked at the ends of Regan's paw like digits and pushed at her hand with her nose. The doggy side turned and bumped against Regan's leg with her tail swaying back and forth, looking up at Regan for more attention to see that things had truly settled. Because nothing settles tension like a tail swaying side bump by a friendly German Shepard.
"Look." Sara turned away from the deer's body as she let the blood drain. Moving the meat would be a lot neater once that was done. "I can meet you here with the venison or, I can meet you at the mansion. No pressure." Sara wiped her hands on a bandana that she pulled from her pocket. It wasn't the first time that she'd used the bandana for such things, and by the way that it looked, and it probably wasn't the last. "It will take me a few hours and I'll be in the mansion's garage." Sara offered. "Also if you have any questions about the city, I can see if I have answers."
I just wanted to give a heads up for the next few Weeks. My work schedule is getting busier and will probably stay that way until Christmas. I'll probably be around now and then but posts will be more sporadic that usual.
"I'm sorry for your loss." Sara said as she reassessed the deer's body. yup. The legs were definitely the best place to hoist him from and she did so with a little effort only because she was hoisting him away from her body and her tail flicked out from behind her heals to assist with her balance. If it were summer, the flies would be out in a higher force and already rendering the deer's body uneatable. Luckily the cool fall weather already had most of the insects at bay. Hibernating or dead.
Sara might have been able to over look Regan saying that she hadn't met Sam, or Shawn, or even Shin yet. The men were busy men, but there was something about the way that she spoke of having to fend for herself and hunt that stood out against the rest of Regan's story for Sara and part of it bothered her, making her right ear twitch and the tip of her tail flick. she spoke as she used the leach to tie the deer's back legs to a heavy branch. "I don't blame you for being so secretive," Sara started. She of all people knew how being secretive was instinctive to cats. "but you really would be welcomed at the mansion. And they have their own huge kitchen. They really would feed you there." After all. The mansion just had that hole peace, love, share, and kindness thing going on. Sara couldn't complain too much.
Hanging the deer up caused more of it's blood to seep out but draining it was part of the job. Along with removing the innards but Sara could wait another moment before the meat would start to change it's taste. "For that matter if you needed a place to stay, my apartment is a two bedroom." Sara suggested. It would make getting the venison back to Regan easier. "I could also suggest a few abandon buildings." Sara said stepping back from the deer now that it was tied up to drain.
"Mean while Roxy padded a little closer to Regan. The dog's tail swishing behind her legs. She was interested in the blood a little, but not overly so. Again Roxy had been highly domesticated and kept that way. However the interesting smell and curiosity that the dog had wasn't unusual.
Sara stood stock still as the gun was aimed at her head. He wanted her to run, but what happened if he missed? The street was still full of a lot of people. And while most of them had seen and reacted to the gun being pulled on Sara, there were still people crossing behind Sara, obliviously. What happened if he missed.
As the time passed with Sara's hesitation, there was an added amount of a challenge. She couldn't help but notice that the gunman's arm swayed as he tried to hold her with it. He was drunk? He was going to try to shoot her, with an unsteady hand, while he drunk. Really.
"Ok. Take it easy." Sara chanced a quick glance behind her seeing that there were still people behind her. People who probably didn't heal like she did.
"I told you RUN!" Sara Swayed a little on purpose as she turned around to face him again. Though she'd never turned all of the way around. His gun followed her movement but not to a T.
"Do you really want to take a chance that you might miss?" She asked. Half teasing, half trying to be some sort of voice of reason.
It seemed that the other feline was willing to let sara help her a little and yet there was still a sort of pause about the way that she spoke, that Sara sensed that she didn't want to open up fully to Sara. Normally it would be Sara acting the same way but there was something that she finally admitted to herself that excited her about meeting another mutant who was so much like herself. For the longest time Sara hadn't had family, and even though Sara wasn't one to just adopt someone as family that easily, there was something that was nice about knowing that Sara wasn't the only one like... well.... Like herself. She just didn't know what terminology to put to that feeling.
The other feline tried to explain how she didn't normally hunt and Sara shrugged shaking her head. "No explanation is needed." Most people that Sara knew, did things to survive when they needed to. This stag wasn't human, it was a prey animal. "How do you normally eat then?" Sara asked casually. Even though Shamrock was keeping the same distance between them, Sara closed the rest of the distance between herself and the deer, she lifted his limp head by an antler as she tried to see what was going to be the best way to hang him up. With it's neck broken she shifted it back and forth, then decided that the back legs would be a better choice to handle it from and hang it. Even with a large portion of his stomach missing, the stag would still provide a few more meals.
"It is." Sara said agreeing with the comment about the mansion being a nice place. she hadn't chosen to stay there permanently, but instead, Sara rented an apartment in the city. Still gabbing on and on was something that Sara hoped would put the other mutant at east. "Sam, Shin, Shawn, and the other x-men run a wonderful school for a lot of people who need it." Sara nodded moving the the deer's feet where she flexed the two back legs, then tested the deer's weight against weather they would hold of not. Lifting the back end of the stag by them.
Satisfied that the back legs would hold, Sara stood, elegantly. Dusting her hands off on her pants. Glancing back at Roxy, Sara shrugged. "What can I say. She sees no threat now, and she'd rather dig in the dirt." Sara walked back to where she had tied her dog and undid the leash once again so that Roxy could roam. "This is Roxy. I am Sara." Roxy padded a few feet towards Regan with her tail swaying behind her hocks. tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. "What's your name?"
She didn't understand what Sara walk talking about when it came to the process of processing the stag? Well Sara hadn't really learned the terminology till she'd started living in the city with those who hunted more for sport and for a culinary treat. "You know." Sara took another step closer as she spoke still testing that distance thing though she was also headed towards the stag."Process the meat. Preserve it, cut it up. remove the organs so it doesn't get gamy or spoil." Sara said with a shrug.
Sara's head was still tilted and when she noticed that the other feline seemed to shudder at only a glance back at the dead deer. But in Sara's mind this was nature. Most things, even people, killed in one way or another to eat. Just most people now a days payed for their food to be killed for them. Or maybe it was embarrassment for the moment that.... That what was it that Sara was picking up on? Damn it she was terrible at trying to figure out this type of stuff.
So she did stay somewhere close. That was a good thing because Sara would hate for her to go out onto the New York Streets covered in blood that way. The norms out there would definitely get the wrong idea about all of the blood. "Do you live at the mansion then?" Sara motioned in the direction of the huge building where the x-men resided. Well then. She'd have to seek her out there later.
Mean while Roxy had completely lost interest in the two cats and had started shuffling her paws over the leaves, and digging into the soft sandy dirt at bugs that hid under the soil.
Sara was amused as the other feline moved backwards when she took two steps forward. There was just something satisfying to have that type of respect from another feline. even if Sara had no quarales with her.
It seemed that this other feline was just happy to keep the distance between the two of them, but as amused as Sara was, she still enjoyed seeing how far the other feline would let her push her. Then the saber tooth tiger started to turn her form, and Sara thought that she was going to turn completely into a human. A surge of jealousy went through the back of Sara's mind but she did her best to keep her emotions on the outside steady. How she wished that she had the ability to change the way that she looked at will. However when the change seemed to stop at a form that was so much like Sara's own form, well. That made it so that it was Sara's turn to tilt her head.
"So you do talk." Sara said with her head still tilted. The only thing that broke the silence for a few seconds, was when Roxy's voice made a questioning pitch. The dogs tail fanning lightly behind her now that tension had seemed to cool down and the other feline had turned into something more recognizable for the dog. "Do you want me to help you process the rest of the stag?" It was one thing to know how to hunt and survive. Sara wondered if the other feline knew how to make the meat last. "You got somewhere to go? To stay?"
Sara's tail flicked back and forth across the grass just behind her heals making a rustling sound. Now and then her tail thumped against Roxy's feet. Mean while Roxy was barking her head off and giving Sara a head ache. A harsh sharp 'Hey' at Roxy quieted her though the dog still whined at Sara nosing at her arm of the hand that held her collar then staring at the saber tooth tiger before the two of them. Roxy was nervous, but Sara had a mix of other emotions. One was curiosity. The other was a sense of protection towards those in the mansion. If this mutant, or monster, was a threat, Sara was sure to take care of it. Eliminate it if she had to.
However as that last thought passed through Sara's mind when the tigress roared, it faltered just as quickly when the other feline tilted her head at her. "That's right." Sara had her left hand holding Roxy's collar to keep the dog protectively just behind her hip. The right hand raised up with her fingers held together, but her palm was open. "No threat here. Unless you want to roar again."
Had Roxy been any other dog, She'd of probably still been barking her head off. But she'd been raised with many different types of mutants at the mansion. This was her old stomping ground. And if Sara had been any other type of person, or mutant, she'd probably turned around and ran for her life, or tried to kill this other feline. "Where are you from anyways?" Sara mused, still very curious about the feline with emerald eyes and matching stripes.
With Sara's own amber eyes still focused the tigress, Sara tied Roxy securely to a young tree. With Roxy secure and whimpering, Sara stood and took two strides closer to the other feline and her kill just to see how far she could push the other with shortening the distance between them.
Did I mention Curiosity made you stupid sometimes?
The smell of blood got thicker in the air and for that very reason, as Sara and Roxy closed in on the scene, Sara clipped the leash back on her dog. Normally Roxy listened well enough, and if she didn't Sara was fast enough to catch her, but they were close to the mansion. Meaning that it was likely that the thing cause all of the blood flow, was likely to be... abnormal.
Roxy offed at the leash but nonetheless, staid at Sara's heals. It wasn't the type of scene that the dog was used to. Where Sara had seen similar things, Roxy was very much a city dog and, since one of the xmen had rescued her as a puppy, she'd been a very spoiled pooch.
Sara on the other hand, had more experience than she really liked to admit and as she got closer she picked up the distinct, musty yet somehow sweat smell of venison. Sara and Roxy stepped out from around a set of thick trees and Sara made the two of them slow to a light trot type of move and then slowed to a halt. It didn't take a lot of work to spot the other feline making sure that her kill staid safe, and out of curiosity, Sara staid to watch. Kneeling at a distance of about twenty feet away. Roxy kept just behind her. The dog barked sharply, but Sara's hand staid on her collar making it so Roxy was forced to stay put.
"You know. Those things taste better slow cooked with Barbeque sauce." Sara said trying to see if this odd mutant or creature in front of her spoke English.
The mutant didn't back down right away but still stepped on a non broken area of the norm's leg. He howled making Sara flinch at the sound and her ears flatten against the back of her head. Apparently someone wasn't having as good of a day as she was before now. Right now.... well we'll just see how the next few moments played out.
She was just out of arms reach for him and fairly confident in her speed that she'd be able to dodge something at this attack if he decided to attack her. Though when he stepped closer to her she didn't move either.
"Yes. I have." Sara replied. Her amber eyes staring right back at the taller, larger, more armed, mutant. "You'll make it worst." Sara had friends who were mutants and who were humans. They both were worth fighting for. Sara was not an innocent mutant by any means. Still. What was she supposed to do. Stand by and take the easy way out? Ha!
