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.
When she first entered the room and said what she had to say, the man looked like he was mentally in another dimension. Sara could have been nice and wait for him to fall back into reality, but no. he had to go and pull a gun on her.
Sara had to admit. When it came to drawing a gun, the man wasn't terrible. Not the fastest that Sara had seen in the past but those speeds in the past had been related to one's mutation. Sara's eyes narrowed on the barrel of the gun for a moment, then turned to look back into the eyes of the gun's owner. "I don't do tricks." Sara's mutation also provided her with a rapid healing ability. Even with out her wearing a bullet proof vest, the gun pointed at her chest didn't hold a great deal of a threat in her eyes. Just a possible great deal of pain that would piss her off and hurt like hell for a few moment.
Sara moved to grab the gun out of his hand. she intended to grab it from the top, then twist it free. If the gun didn't come free from his hand, and she did grab it, she gave it a tug towards herself, facing the barrel to the side where if it fired, it would hit either the wall or a chair. "Next time you have a chance to shoot me, you do it."
When Pluto reentered the room with the grilled cheese, Sam just stared at the plate for a moment. So did Roxy for that matter who began to drool and beg. "Roxy. Bed." Sara told her. It took a couple times of saying the command for the dog to actually listen and when she did, she ended up on a bean bag chair in the corner of the room. Technically the dog was still begging and staring at Sam, but at least she wasn't drooling down the girl's leg.
“Sara if any of them are giving you trouble I’d be happy to be your complaint department.”
"Thanks but so far the phone calls are manageable. They understand from day one with me that if someone really wants to break in then they will break in. Besides. What are they going to do. Report me to the BBB? If one person revealed my warehouse to the authorities, they risk putting themselves at risk with the rest of my clientele.. .. .. I could probably exploit that for information." Sara said with a glance at Sam who had started in on the first half of the grilled cheese.
While Pluto washed up, Sara continued working on the phone. She dialed a couple of the numbers back, whom had left messages. She informed the three customers whom were disgruntled that payments would still be expected or they could clean out their storage units. With no payments, Sara would happily sell the contents on the beginning of the month and she reminded then of that two. The next call was for the people offering to help her hide the bodies. She told them to leave them there for now with no further explanation other than dropping the name Donovan Moor. The two men had replied with the same response that sent chills down even Sara's spine. "We'll ask around about the name." With mentioning the name, Sara had either issued a death sentence, or a call to arms. Either way, events were now set into motion, and with the silent alarms being tripped more and more with clients checking their units, it was only a matter of time until Donovan Moor got in contact with Sara as well.
And speak of the devil. Just as Pluto had reentered the room from washing up, Sara's phone chirped. She saw the number, and her lips pressed together as she switched the speaker phone back on. Setting it down on the table.
"What the Hell is going on!" Demanded a voice on the other end. Donovan Moor sounded angery. Whoow... Wonder why.
With a mouth full of grilled cheese, Sam had stopped chewing. The last few bites sat in her fingers forgotten for a moment. "That's him." She mouthed around the food. Eyes wide.
"Now Donovan, I can assure you that everything is under control." Sara said in a steady voice.
"Bull ****! There are two dead employees in my EMPTY UNIT!"
"Are you at the Warehouse now?" Sara asked.
"Where the **** ELSE would I BE!?"
"No need to shout. I can hear you just fine." Sara did her best not to sound mocking and be as diplomatic as possible. Mean while her eyes were darting between Pluto and Sam.
Since the 1990s it has become more and more apparent to many muggles that they are no longer the only leading force on this plant. Since the 90s Pokemon Duels have been established as the new wizarding duels.Due to the fact that one does not need wizarding abilities to command a pokemon, muggles have managed to gain a strong foot hold in the up hill fight against those who see themselves as homosuperior. A school has been established in New York City with the odd name, Pig-Farts. Thousands of rumors circulate around New York city about Pig-Fart's loyal head master, RumbleROAR there is only one rumor that is known to definitely be true and that is that RumbleRoar established Pig-Farts as the number one place to learn about Pokemon duels.
Since 2005, Team Order has established themselves as the leading force against Mudblood and muggle rights. No longer recognizing themselves as Humosapians but homosuperior. Team Order's latest mission is to gain the control of some all powerful missing Pokemon.
The fine individuals of the underfunded NYHP (What ever that stands for.) are stuck in the middle trying to keep the law. With lines already drawn so deeply in the sand, how far can we take this idiocy?
Mean while on Cinabar beach, 'A wild Persian appeared.'
Currently Persian was using double team with a dance, to entertain a group of tourists and surfers. For now, the majority of the crowd wasn't thinking about the squobbles caused by Team Order. They were just entertained, and if individuals didn't pay attention well enough, a certain persian using double team would also use thief on them. On the other side of a bush, there was a growing collection of pocketbooks, coin pouches, wands, and watches.
I almost forgot. How do we want to handle the thread(s) Do we want to have one main one then break apart, or just start out with some smaller thread groups.
Jorge. WereCat/Persian will want to try to steal your magikarp. Though if she is successful and tries to eat it, I know that she will be very disappointed.
Even with the bad look that she had received from the would be fire marshal, Sara smiled. pointed teeth looking less than absolutely friendly and her tail twitching like a house cat's tail about ready to pounce some lint. Before Sara could really ask any other questions, the 'would be fire marshal' shut the door and locked it.
Yeah. Sara was buying this. Riiiiight.
Sara knew that common sense should have had her turning the other cheek, and walking away, but part of her wanted to hear more of the man's story. That and he presented her with a minor challenge when he locked the door before she could walk through it. The thief in her definitely egged her on. With a twitch of her right ear, and a flick of her tail, she hopped lightly off of the shelf where she had been perched, and assessed the lock.
Sara produced a bobby pin from her back pocket. It had been being used to hold together a couple of business cards from her own clients. The cards were replaced back in her pocket. The bobby pin, coupled with the hook of her thumb claw on her other hand allowed her to pick the lock, almost as fast as someone who had an actual key. the dexterity of her claw aiding in the speedy lock picking. And she was through the door. Bobby pin shoved back in her pocket. The door was shut and locked behind her again.
"Hmmm. I just passed Peterson up front." Sara mused. she just had to watch and see how this guy reacted to that little tidbit of information. Sara allowed his own imagination to decide weather Sara was telling the truth, or weather Peterson had regained conciseness. "Could you tell me the fire hazards? I hate working in such a dangerous environment."
We have the school of Pig-Farts with the head master lion pokemon RumbleROAR. We have Team Order. And we have the good detectives based out of the NYHP (What ever that stands for.)
Now, since I saw this last night, I say lets have a mini plot fanfic. We can combine bits and pieces of MRO with the idea of Harry Potter and pokemon and see where it takes us. Will Team Order finally take over the PRO rhelm, or will the good inhabitants of PRO send them blasting off again?
I don't know if there is going to be a lot of participation in this. I also don't know if you guys want to adjust your characters to be Pokemon and wizarding folks here in this thread, before we start a little plot. Or if we should just get started.
I know one thing, If this thing goes further, I will convert Sara into a Persian Pokemon who talks and walks on two legs. As of right now her four abilities would be Furry Swipes, slash, double team, and thief.
*She had recieved that shock to the face. Kyle's aim had been off center, but he still caught her close enough to one of her eyes that the eye was twitching. Sara's face pinched shut for a moment and she tried shaking the right feeling behind her eyes away, but it had no use. When she opened her eyes again, her pupils had contracted into slits so thin, that one could hardly see that they were there against the golden amber color that made up most of Sara's eyes. Kyle had inadvertently cut off Sara's sense of sight. Eventually, Sara's sight would return to her, but for now she was stuck with the other sense that her mutation had provided her as a replacement.
For a moment, Sara was aware of the movement of everything physical around her. In her mind, lines spread back from every body, arm, finger, and piece of hair that had been involved in their little fight as well as lines and bars from the spectators on the street whom still watched this little competition. The paths of debris that had fallen from the walls, and the rocks that Sara had thrown all mixed together in Sara's head like on giant confusing ball of string that she was surrounded by. It took a moment for Sara to reign in the sense so that it focused on only the area around herself and Kyle, whom was still pinned below her.
It took a moment for her to recover enough that she would actually pay attention to his words. And why did every decent fighter she know always have to make things seem like so much more than they really were in the middle of a sparring match? Sara's eyes rolled as much as the 6th sense mutation allowed them too at the comment Kyle made about respecting a girl who likes being on top. If she couldn't still smell Kyle she could have sworn that she was sparring with Sam again... Although she did end up accidentally landing on him with her tail in his face..... Maybe she deserved that just that one time....
Even without Sara's sense of sight, the movement of Kyle's head had managed to bring her attention down between them where his free hand sat poised to release another bolt. Sara couldn't see it, but reflexively, like a target shivering in the cross hairs of a sniper rifle, Sara's stomach muscles tightened, visibly, under her fur. Preparing for the attack "That's fine." Sara said with her head tilting. "But thinking one step ahead wasn't part of the question." The question was about keeping up. And to say the rest of her thought would give Kyle too much more of a warning than what she had already given him.
Faster than it had taken for the first word to leave her lips, Sara moved her own free hand up to aim an upper cut across Kyle's face. If a spectator would have blinked they would have missed the move. In issuing Sara the threat, Kyle had left himself wide open to attack as well, and if Sara could knock the sense out of him before he fired, well, there was no use to him thinking one step a head of her, now was there.
upon following her nose past the front, where Peterson had been stashed, Sara ran into her first inconvenience. and she'd called them to the front where, if they looked hard enough, there was no Peterson. And if they looked harder yet, they'd find him stashed away unconscious. Peachy..... And since she just happened to look like a big two legged cat, she'd probably get the blame. Just peachy keen....
Her ears twitched as she listened to foot steps approaching. Sara chose one row of shelves to scoot through only to balk to a stop just before the last large box. One guard's shoulder was just appearing around the corner and Sara felt around the edge of the box, behind her, for a hiding place. The box was tall and broad, but the line of boxes next to it were short. It didn't take much for Sara to hop over the shorter boxes and duck behind the larger one, just as the employee walked by. Her amber eyes peeking over the edge to make sure that he didn't turn back too fast, nor that he heard her.
OK. So hiding was a good idea right now. Sara pulled herself to the next highest shelf, then hop scotched her way to the next row. Moving this way was harder to track by smell, but curiosity had more than enough drive in Sara to bypass the difficulty. She finally followed the smell to the owner. Peering over a box that was on a shelf behind him, she just watched him for a minute with her arms pulled close so she could lean on her elbows.
"In most cases, people don't need lock picks to get into their own boxes." Sara mused. As long as she was here, Why not annoyingly state the obvious.
And it was about this time in our story friends where your average, friendly, neighborhood WereCat just happened to be passing by. (dunnnnDuuunnDUNnnnnn!)
No. Curiosity hadn't dragged the cat here, nor was this the usual way that Sara walked home. It was a short cut over the fences and through the storage houses the WereCat's feet did fly... Or something like that. Aannnyways.
Sara had just rounded her way past one warehouse, tiptoeing lightly, when she couldn't help but look in this window. The day before, Sara had had a conversation with this guard about an investigation she was launching on her own business. A group had started trafficking wiman through her storage areas and she had intended on spreading the word in an attempt to make things right, should the group start utilizing other facilities. Gilt driven and feeling stupid. Sara supposed that was what one got for always doing her business with shadier individuals.
The guard had seemed friendly enough so Sara took it as either, he was not prestigious against mutants, or he really loved cats. but now he was knocked out on the floor and Sara didn't know why. She only knew that she wished to do something about that.
So with a flick of her tail, she ducked back away from the window. Her back pressed against the wall for a moment. One hand ran through her long hair in an attempt to tame it down, rather than letting it look wind beaten. Satisfied with what little cooperation she could get from her appearance, Sara opened the door and walked inside.
"Hello?"
Sara pretended to call out to the empty place where the guard had been standing.
Maybe it was because strangers were in Roxy's home, but it didn't take Roxy that long to do her doggy business. The dog hadn't always been the most welcoming. Always barking, but she also lived a couple of years with Sam, then Sara at the mansion. There were always people coming in and out there.
Sara returned as the smell of butter bread and cheese had started to fill her apartment. Roxy's leash was unclipped and hung at the door. Roxy trotted to the corner, found a tennis ball to chew on, and then sat next to Sam, who was still where Sara had left her in the room. Seeing that Pluto had found his way properly around her kitchen, Sara returned to Sam's shoulder. Trying to guide her to the couch. "I don't know what you want to do." Sara said. She pushed Sam back, gently, into the couch, and while Sam might have fought her in a different situation, some sort of survival instinct still kept her compliant. Even with Sara. "If you want to sneak out, there is a window in the bedroom. The fire escape will creak but hold. Heck. There's even a door right there." Sara motioned to the door that they had entered from. "But until Pluto and I have this sorted out, we cant protect you, if you leave. You have the ability to help stop them from doing this."
Sam looked down at her lap. Roxy's head occupied a big portion all of a sudden. Tennis ball too.
"Think it over." Sara said lightly. If you've seen anyone but those two men at the units. If you've heard any names other that Donovan it will help."
Though Donovan would be a start. "There were no other names that I could hear clearly. I heard a voice over a cell phone though."
"Do you think that you could recognize it again?"
Sam nodded.
Sara gave Sam a small smile. She then took out her own phone. The thing had been going off since her and Pluto had tripped some of the silent alarms in her storage units. The message box was nearly full and viewing the number of messages in the box, Sara was glad she'd had it on silent.
She took out a pad of paper, a pen, and hit the speaker button on her phone, as the messages played through. Some only asked what was going on with the alarms. Some were rude. five were from the last fourty minutes from individuals of Sara's clientele, whom had made it to check on their units. They were all asking questions. Two were disgruntled threatening to take their business else where. Two wanted to know if Sara wanted them to take care of the bodies for her. One just wanted to know if he was to still pay for next month. No mention of broken door or dead bodies.
That sounds awesome Katrina. I look forward to your return.
As for me, the program that I am in keeps pileing things on. The good news is this means that they might have found a job for me. The bad news is we are still working out my transportation to this said job and because of that, I don't know if all of the hoops that they are having me jump through are worth it or not.
I have no clue how much my posts will be effected this week because there are so many big and little things coming together, that I just don't know how much it will slow me down. To start off, the family has been sick. The hours that I have not been on line, I've either been nursing a sick cub, or sleeping and bringing over baby sitters so that I can do so. Ayesac has lost his voice twice this past week.
I am currently coordinating a move to a larger apartment so that Wyatt will have his own room, that is supposed to happen at the end of this week, I'm continuing my volunteer work among other things that are still going on that I'm required to get done, and to top things off, my parents just had their apartment flooded this morning and I don't know what they will need from me. They will either need help moving as well, or they may need help with the clean up.
I don't really know how I'm getting everything done this week. I will probably be around at least once a day, or sporadically checking in but this is how my week has lined up so far. Hectic for a healthy person.
