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.
I have no clue what you could do with My character Sara, but I wouldn't mind seeing what you come up with. If you need any images I have a few in my gallery on DA. Though if you find something else, I wouldn't mind seeing what you come up with.
Crab ragoons were tasty. especially when you paired crab with shrimp. Shrimp. They remembered to put that it the bag too. Right? Sara stopped in the middle of the side walk opening her bag to rifle through the contents to find her carton of shrimp. Gah! Shrimp was good.
It was at that moment that Sara heard the punk cry out in pain. Sara's head pulled out of the bag that she'd been holding open in her search. Ok. So someone was in trouble and while Sara was no vigilante, she still found herself drawn to the scene.
Sara sprinted. moving faster than traffic beside her on the road, following her ears the short distance of a block. The bag of take out swinging half haphazardly, sometimes into the back of a passing pedestrian and not bothering to excuse herself.
It only took Sara a moment to make her way onto the scene and it was clear to see that there was a four armed mutant standing over another individual with two broken legs sprawled on the ground. Ok. It wasn't too hard to put part of the story from the most recent events together. Somewhere in the process Sara had set down her bigger bag of Chinese food on the ground, but for a lack of anything else to hold, she still had the carton of crunchy crab ragoons.
Though it didn't stay in her hand for a long amount of time. The first thing she did when she came to a stop only a few feet away from the action was throw the take out carton, and it's contents of what was left of any crab ragoons, at the attacker's head to get his attention. "Hey!" Sara Yelled at the taller, four armed, mutant trying to pull is attention to her. "I'm sure he deserved that, but you want to back off away from him?!"
The day wasn't terrible. Sara was out on the street with the rest of the inhabitants of New York. She hadn't been hassled too badly today for being a mutant and for the time, in her book, that was a good day. Heck. She even had Chinese take out to enjoy and make things better.
She was walking home, not even bothering to try to hide herself. She had a light weight jacket over a sleeveless top and loose jeans. An old back pack hung low on her shoulders, and over her right arm, she had a plastic bag full of take out cartons. One was open full of crab ragoons that she was snacking on.
Now if she could just get the problems with her business taken care of, life would be that much better. But for now, Sara was trying not to think about that. The sun was out, even though the air was only starting to turn crisp from fall into winter with it's harsh winds through the New York streets. The inhabitants of New York were only giving her strange looks, not shouting obscenities at her.
It had been a long time since Sara had stepped onto the mansion grounds. The woods surrounding the back of the mansion and including part of it's property once were a wonderful retreat. It felt good to visit them now and again with Roxy her dog.
The wooded areas of New York City was such a contrast from it's Inner thick walled city. At one time, Sara hunted like her more animal self. For the last few years, she had adapted to life in the city much better than expected. Hunting went to pick pocketing and stealing from delivery boys. Then that went to attending said delivery boys restaurants. Sara was well fed. It was a good thing with her mutation.
Her German Shepard, Roxy, was off leash and crossing back and forth with her nose on the ground excitedly pacing and finding different smells. Sara was just enjoying the difference from the city.
Suddenly Roxy's head shot up from the dirt in front of her paws responding to the noise of the struggle then the smell of blood. Sara stared in the same direction sensing everything Roxy could. Maybe more. She'd never really had her senses measured.
"Roxy heal." Sara commanded and the dog reluctantly did as she was told staying right next to Sara. Though as the two of them took off in that direction at a run, Roxy had no choice. Curiosity driving them both. Neither of them being very quiet as they approached.
The way that the other mutant's tail turned to still rest against Sara's neck was disturbing. Sara had healed from being shot in the head in the past. Though barely from what she understood. Loosing her head was another matter entirely and Sara's neck muscle couldn't help but flex against it. she felt the cool feeling of the cut being made before it stung. The tail was only an annoyance right now, but if it was flexible to cause an injury to her neck of any kind to Sara's neck even with her jaws firmly clenched in the higher section of the tail, then it was too flexible.
Sara had gone to push off against Aurion's chest and somehow in the process part of the other mutant's tail had managed to wrap around her shoulders. Sara's right arm managed to raise so that she could dig her claws into the fine of Aurion's tail. Push the edge that was so dangerously close to vital blood vestals away from her neck. She'd shred the fin if she needed to but for now she just wanted to sink her claws in for a better grip to protect her neck.
The result from her pushing off backwards, wasn't the elegant back flip away from her opponent that she had been hoping for but rather falling flat on her side with the tail around her chest and the upper part of her left arm. Making her feel as graceful as a falling sack of wet flower.
Sara's tail might have been flipping back and forth in agitation as she tried to angle herself in the grip of the tail, for a decent kick for Aurion's lower areas. The over all look had her imitating a fish caught on land, witch for this moment wasn't a bad genealogy. When it came to grappling with another mutant, she'd normally never been outmatched.
Meanwhile Sara's left hand fumbled at her belt trying to find her knife. The blade flipped out with a flick of the claw on her thumb and with the next motion she tried to plunge the blade through the middle section of that tail. Anything that she could do to try to level their playing field. Maybe she wouldn't cur the tail off, but she'd still make it hard for him to move it if she could.
I just talked with Xavia. She is currently very ill and hospitalized at the moment. I will leave further details up to her to share later. I know that she would appreciate thoughts and prayers right now.
Was it really a coincidence that Sara happened to be standing in a pawn shop when she saw it? And what was she supposed to call it really because after her past and all of the things that she knew about it the only word that she could think of to describe it was…. ‘it.’
Sara had entered the pawn show in hopes of unloading some of the merchandise that one of her…. Former…. Clients had failed to pay for their safe keeping. ‘It’ happened to be a statue of the late Egyptian goddess Bast. ‘It’ looked authentic and Sara should know because she’d seen them when people knew the goddess in person. ‘It’ also looked extremely out of place sitting between a playstation 360, an Elvis memorial plate set, and dear goddess of the cats was that a Billy Bass sitting directly behind the statue as if mocking her? Sara stooped lower to get a better look in the display case and the Billy Bass came to life “Taaaaaake me to the Riiivver. Puuuuuute, me in the waaaaaaater.”
Sara felt her head bounce off of the edge of the display case. The nerve. Mean while Billy the Bass tapped out the beat of the song with his fluke and Sara wouldn’t of seen it if Billy Bass hadn’t of made her drop her head. There sitting before Bast, behind fine white china depicting Elvis singing away about the hound dogs, sat large rings of gold. They were simple. Nothing too elaborate just bangles meant to be warn around someone’s wrist. Three were only gold and Sara would have over looked them if it wasn’t for the fourth one. This one was studded with gem stones of different types and a cat animal motif that looked like the face of the Bast statue and recognition hit Sara like a punch to the gut. Sara had warn those bracelets in the past. Thuoghsands of years in the past. In Egypt.
The real cat Goddess Bast had taken the gifts away from Sara once, but now look at where they had ended up. Relics of the Goddess of lower Egypt being hidden by ‘the king.’
This was just wrong on so many levels.
Sara was just wondering how hard the locks on the display case would be to pick when the shop owner appeared behind the counter. “Hey there. Find something that you like kitty?” He reconised Sara from former transations and Sara wasn’t that fond of him. He should have given her better prices than he did and she wouldn’t frequent his little mismatched shop on this side of town, if she didn’t know that she could unload different merchandise quickly on him. He also had an eye that never stared in the right direction, and it bothered Sara. Not that she was one who could really complain about the way people looked.
“No. I just brought you a few more items.” Sara said digging through her pockets. She pulled out a pouch that she’d had her hand resting on her entire trip. When opened it was filled with nothing but large pearls. “No diamonds this time.” The shop owner wheezed behind the counter then clicked his tongue at Sara. “I’ve began expecting great thing from you.”
“Just pearls this time.” Sara assured him, urging him to get on with counting out the pearls so that she could figure out how to relieve him of the statue of Bast.
I'm only catching up on this thread now. Izzy, I'm sorry to hear that. If ever you need someone to lean on as a third party, as friends, as just a sounding wall, you know that we are all here for you.
”The hell you mean you thought?” ”The hell you mean you thought?” Sara shot Sam a glare. Was he kidding? How could he not think that she could handle things? Sara was scary when she wanted to me. She would have glared at him longer but the snow ball that had been formed in the air above her fell, taking her by surprise. It crumbled as soon as it hit her head and she was covered in a powder that became damp as soon as it hit her fur and it’s individual snowflakes joined the rest of the misty droplets. Sara shook free of most of the snow running her hand over her hair and flicking the majority of it moisture away from herself. “I said thought. There’s been more than one group doing this.” She said angrily with part of the anger directed to Sam as she was caught in the moment.
”This is a serious issue, people are getting hurt. You should have come to me for help!”
“You don’t think that I know that?! I’ve survived and done things a long time on my own. Years. I don’t need help from anyone, even you.” Sara was starting to cool off but not quick enough to stop her from practically spitting out the last few words. “I thought that I had it handled.” Sara repeated. Flicking a a renegade clump of snow off of her arm in sam’s direction she couldn’t help but see that Sam was forming a second snowball and her eyes narrowed on him for a moment.
”What warehouses were they working out of before?” ”The police have a few leads and they want me to investigate a few locations off the books. I might need some keener senses” ”You feel like helping out?”
There were few things that Sara could say to that. It was also obvious that Sam was trying to extend an olive branch of some kind and there were more things, people, at stake than just her pride. Sam had thrown her a snowball and she caught it, but instead of throwing it back at him, she squeezed it, letting it crumble while her eyes were still narrowed on him. “You’re not getting off of the hook for that snowball that easily.” Sara told him. “But I could at least point you in the right direction of the warehouses that I know.”
The rest of her cargo van was unloaded quickly onto the pallets. Mean while she filled Sam in on the other two incidences. The locations of the warehouses used by the kidnappers, names that she knew including Donovan Moore, but conveniently left out the fact that she killed him, though the way that she spoke of him, one could assume that she’d taken care of him one way or another.
It wasn’t that Sara liked being the loner that she was. It just sort of happened that way. With her mutation, being alone made things easier. She had less problems with the norms of New York if she just kept her head down and did her best to mind her own business. Now if she could only follow her own rule about minding her own business, she might be able to get through a night and have her time be…. Ok.
The nights of New York City were starting to get longer and with the fresh chill in the air, Sara found herself tugging at the collar of her vest so that it shielded her neck from the wind. Her head tilting forward and down so that only the end of her feline nose was visible from under her hat by those who passed by her one the street. Her tail twitched beside her ankles as she could hear a comment made here and there about her from the other inhabitants of the street. At one time, Sara tried to hide her mutation. Something that was nearly impossible to do. I mean come on. She looked like a giant cat and anything short of wearing heavy coats and hoods piled on top of each other until she looked like a badly dressed hobo, hid nothing. She forced herself to make the decision that hiding was out of the question.
Sara just had just taken a short cut through an alley way when she came back out onto the street. She didn’t come out into this side of town that often. It mostly consisted of clubs. Neon signs were making a collage of different lights as she glanced up and down the street trying to decide which side of the street that she wanted to head to. It was only a moment and Sara’s decision was made for her.
“Hey CAT!” The angry voice came from some human idiot who apparently thought that we was talking to an animal. Not a mutant and certainly not an individual who once experienced being worshipped as a goddess.
“A Cat?” Sara replied raising her voice to match his only hers was dripping with sarcasm. “Where! Why Damn those nasty butt munchers!” Sara mocked. Looking around as if she hadn’t found the cat that they were talking about.
“B**** I mean YOU!”
Do I look like I chase my own tail?
Sara raised her clawed, and paw like hands doing her best to look peaceful. “Look. I really don’t want any trouble.”
“Then Scram.” The man told Sara. He stuck his hand under his jacket and pulled out a gun, leveling it at her head. Sara’s lips pressed tight together. She could heal from most any type of wound, and she had been shot in the head before, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to repeat the ordeal.
“You got a permit for that thing?”
The man pulled the hammer of the gun back. An ugly smirk spread across his face. “I said scram. I want to see you run.”
She'd been distracted by what she'd just realized. She wanted to tell him that she wasn't involved to scream it at him in his face and slap him but all that she could do was scream again when he choked up on his grip. This time, in pain. All of his claws making new pains that were alarmingly close to her spine Ok if she was going to tell him of her innocents, she first had to survive the exchange, and leaving some wounds from her own claws on him in return wouldn't hurt... Well it wouldn't hurt her. Heck! Hurting him back would make her feel a lot better right now.
This mutant was a him... Wasn't it? Answering that question was quickly put on hold as out of the corner of her eye, Sara saw that tail of Aurion's coming. that sharp edge headed for her neck. It just took a twist of her head and a snap of her jaws. Jaws with the strength to crush bone, like Sara's wild counter parts. Sara caught Aurion's tail in her mouth at the base of the blade like section. All four feline fangs sank as deep as she could send them into Aurion's flesh. Out one side of her mouth, the rounded part of Aurion's tail stuck out not harming anything but still pulling her head up as she tried to increase pressure that she put on his jaw. Pulling the upper part from the bottom part as hard as she could and hoping to hear it pop, crunch, or just a sigh of audible weakness from the other mutant would be semi enjoyable. Unfortunately the part that wasn't that enjoyable was the fact that the sharp part of Aurion's tail, that stuck out the other side of Sara's mouth sawed into her cheek. Threatening to go through it. She'd heal but let's face if. It was much easier to avoid wounds that serious in the first place than to waist the energy her body needed to restore it's self.
That and the fact that Sara's mouth was currently full made things a lot more difficult to proclaim her innocents.
For a moment, Sara's was stuck, with the other mutant's humungous hands pulling her down, and his tail pulling her up at such an angle that she had no clue she was actually that flexible. Teeth still clamped down, her lips pealed back and her eyes squeezed shut as he forced her to look up. Her arm muscles trembled and the muscles drew tighter. There was no way that she could match his strength in this close of fight and especially not at this type of angle.
With her chest rising and falling rapidly, she just couldn't seem to get enough oxigen through her throat. the muscles around her jugular bulging to counter react the fact that this other mutant seemed to want to break her neck. The one thing that Sara had going for her right now is that her mutation made her so cat like, that her skin slid around her when stabbed or pulled much like that of a wild cats. It made an excellent defense and like her wild, savage counter parts, she too suddenly seemed to twist withing it. Her foot that had been pressing down on Aurion's tail shot up and tried to sink it's claws into his chest for a good grip, then shoved down on it to try to keep his teeth away from her. Simultaneously her hands left Aurion's jaws, flying out to the sides and aiming to press the points of her fingers (And her claws) into the inner parts of the other mutant's elbows at a speed fueled by by Sara's adrenalin, and the fact that she'd already been trying to pull so hard on the reptile like mutant's mouth.
If she did manage to make him release her with this move, she'd definitely have larger wounds to heal on her back, from the claws on his large hands. But at least she'd have the chance to kick off of his check and land a distance away enough to catch her breath and heal.
Sara did take note of Sam's expression as she set his toys on the Warehouse floor. Police scanner still on. She wasn't really sure how she should be handling that. she'd never really been the best person to deal with an authority figure. Maybe it was best to go back to what she was doing.
”Been informed that lately there had been a lot of illegal trafficking and killings going on in these parts.”
She kept silent for a the time being. Her right ear twitched in annoyance. She hated this conversations. She knew about the trafficking, and the killings. Heck. As far as she knew, she'd killed the ring leader in that nightmare. She was pretty sure that she'd taken care of it and Sam was late.
”People are getting killed over this, kids even.”
Sara had taken a few steps back towards her van when the statement about the kids halted her. Tail whipping back and forth. She'd thought that only grownups had died. not kids too.
”Police officials discovered a small shipment of people in shipping crates a few days ago in several locations, and they suspect half a dozen more.”
Her jaw was tight and the muscles in her sides of her cheeks flexed. Visible even through her fur.
”I’m asking as a friend first Sara. Are you involved with this at all?”
Somewhere in the process Sara found herself standing aty an angle that she didn't have to look straight at Sam. Arms crossed over her chest. "No. I am not involved with the trafficking. In fact I had thought that I had put a stop to it." Kids were getting killed. Was Sara really that far out of touch when she thought that she'd been in control?
Sam gave her permission to go through his duffel bag but it didn't change a thing. Sara would have picked the bag up and looked through it anyways. Though she wasn't sure if that was from curiosity's stand point or if it was just to make some sort of point. "Good." was her only reply to Sam at first as she proceeded to open the bag and check inside. The binoculars were what she found first, and for a moment, she looked through them at Sam. Running her clawed finger across the focus seeing as Sam had been at a distance away compared to how far away the two of them were now, it took a moment of fiddling to get Sam in focus. Mean while He'd guessed at the real questions that Sara wanted to ask.
”Probably wondering how I found this place or knew you owned it huh?”
"The question had crossed my mind." Sara replied. Sam was still acting strange even if they were being civil and she wondered what he might have heard was going on, off of the street. Sara was sure that no matter what it was he knew, or would find that, that he wouldn't be happy with her. She might not be participating personally in crimes, but she was aiding them in a way, with her business. That didn't mean that she would lie either. Not to Sam right now anyways.
”A lot of people don’t know much about my past but those that do have a tendency to forget I have a unique ability to discover things and people that don’t want to be found.”
Board with the binoculars and wondering if she could guess where Sam had been watching her based on the amount she'd spun the dial, she held eye contact with Sam for a moment. It seemed her business might be coming to an and and she wasn't sure if she wanted to fight it or not. The binoculars were placed back in the bag and she pulled out the police scanner. Sara flicked the police scanner on, leaving the volume on low so that it wouldn't disrupt Sam and herself too much. The police scanner was placed back in the bag as well and she considered turning the radio on as well.
”Tell me your not involved with any of this Sara.” [b/]
She exhaled forcing the tension out of her shoulders. "With what Slick?" Sam was going to have to be a little more specific with what it was that he was asking. Sara catered to the storage needs of many different kinds of people and businesses. Though maybe she could give Sam a little information. "I run a storage business for individuals who require a secure storage area." Sara confessed to Sam. "Some of my clients are people who I used to steal for." Surely Sam would remember finding her running from a gunman in the middle of work years ago. "I only keep the property and a monthly fee. I normally don't get involved much beyond that so, Slick, you'll have to be a little more specific." and Sara might see if she wanted to do something about it.
Sam appeared in the door way of the warehouse, and Sara was pulling out the plywood panels then laying them so that they rested on edge, tilted, against the side of her van. She could care less about scratching the van’s paint and it showed on the vehicle’s sides. There were several scratches, chips and small dents were she hadn’t been too careful with her building materials. Besides. She was in a bit of a hurry. Rain finally made itself known on the tin roof of her warehouse, giving her all of the more reason to want to get home and curl up with Roxy. She didn’t want to be in the rain, and she didn’t want to face Sam right now even if she had missed their visits.
”you smelled me didn’t you?”
“I figured it was a game and you wanted to be found.” Sara lied but rather than trying to cover the lie up, she did her best to act as if it were a teasing joke. Adding a shrug for joking emphasis. “In normal conditions, I could recognize your sent even it if was a month old.” But this wasn’t normal conditions and the fact was made more apparent by the second. Not only did Sam keep a distance from Sara, he placed his back against her warehouse wall. He also had a duffle bag that he carried with him today. Normal Sam might have given her a hug, preached to her about the x-men. Maybe cracked a few jokes.
”How’s it going?” ”Heard you owned a few buildings, had to see it for myself…”
“It’s not much. Running a business takes space and it beats getting shot at over stealing trivial things.” Sara shrugged again. She found that she couldn’t help but stare at the duffle bag that Sam had carried in with him. Curiosity mixed with annoyance at the way Sam was acting right now made her want to see what was inside. Call it friendly spite.
With a glance at Sam, then back at the duffle bag, she moved forward to pick it up and investigate it. “You weren’t waiting long, were you?” Sara asked one question, but there was another one she left obviously unsaid.
Why have a van? Why not have a van? Sara found that there were few jobs that she could do with her business with out the cargo van. While she was strong in her own right, she couldn't move as much materials or moving the property of late playing clients without it. She was WereCat. Not WonderCat. For the moment, the back of her van held four sacks of cement, a box full of tools, and the rest of the space was taken up by 9 large panels of plywood that that had to be laid in at an angle and took up what ever other space was left in the back of the vehicle. She couldn't see out the back window if she'd been trying.
Her tail flicked again next to the bucket seat as she drove onto the warehouse property. Her property consisted of an open field a portion in woods, and the warehouse itself. She followed a dirt road off of the main one and backed the van right up to the front of the warehouse's large side door. Most of the content of her van had to stay dry and the oncoming rain was already trying to upgrade itself from mist to droplets. If Sara wasn't so intent on getting her building supplies inside her Warehouse dry, she would have noticed Sam sooner.
It wasn't until she'd slid the large barn like door open that she felt the wind change directions. Sara was heading back to the driver's seat of the van, to back the car into the building when Sam's smell hit her nose. Pausing at the open driver's side door, Sara halted. The mist was growing heavier and for the moment, Sara had forgotten about the task at hand. Instead she was looking around on the ground, running her tongue over her bottom lip. Ears dropping back to rest on her hair.
She supposed that she should have expected this sooner or later. A while ago Pluto had found her working in one of her other warehouses. Another mutant had dropped in on her when she was with a client to kill him. Both incidences were linked to human trafficking. One was children but Sara still believed that she could handle the situations.
Cold Steel worked as a crime fighter. His presence shouldn't surprise him. "Sam," Sara called out projecting her voice over the area. "I'll leave the door open. Come in or stay out in the rain. Up to you." Sara said. She hadn't spotted him but his smell had become too strong with the change of wind for him not to be present.
It only take Sara a moment to hop back in her van and back it into her building where a row of pallets waited for her to store her building materials until she could get them under ground in the hidden storage units where they would truly stay dry until she could use them. She'd pull the panels out first.
