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.
This wasn't one of those good days. This was one of those bad days. the types of days where anything that could go wrong to tick Sara off like spilling her tea, or ripping her favorite jacket on a loose board of a bench. For most of the day, Her problems weren't big problems. They were just all a bunch of small problems that added up to her being in a sour mood and her glare at the other inhabitants of New York, triggering their own glares or odd loose, weren't making her feel any better.
She was just starting to grumble to herself about the fact that her thumb claw had started to split the wrong way and would be painful if she didn't trim it properly. She was just contemplating picking up her old habit of biting her claws when there was the sound of gun shots a few blocks behind her. "Great." Sara mumbled. Meanwhile she fumbled through her pockets looking for her cell phone or her little x-men communicator. Swearing when she realized she'd left it behind somewhere. Surely Sam would chew her out but at the moment, that was the least of her concerns.
She spun on her heals headed for the sound and having no clue what she was headed into. Her long hair fanning around her shoulders in the breeze that she'd kicked up. The hem of her ripped jacket flying out behind her like a short cape to show her black tank top and brown cargo pants. Tail adjusting for her balance as she took up for the commotion. She was pretty sure that she remembered a bank being located some where near where to shots had rang out. Surely she wouldn't need to worry about calling the police because someone would have already called them.
Sara smirked again as she noticed that Kyle didn't call himself an adult. Just that he could introduce her to one. Nice. It seemed he could be just as childish as she could. Wasn't really news to her but oh well.
He'd caught up to her a few blocks down the road. She'd finished her phone call with the police on the run and was just sliding her thumb across the screen of her phone to disconnect. They had wanted more information but she wasn't that comfortable dealing with them. Not yet. Baby steps.
Kyle pulled up on his bike next to her and she glanced sideways at it as she ran. There was a reason why she didn't normally ride on a motorcycle. "Just be careful of my tail." Sara said eyeing the back wheel. "Keep it steady." She said as she leaned closer. One hand settled on the seat behind Kyle and careful not to push the bike sideways, but push down and balanced, she moved her weight over it, and swung her leg over it. Settling in the seat behind Kyle where she could give him directions just behind his ear. Her other hand reached around her back side to pull her tail around her waist where it couldn't get tangled in the back where of the bike.
Times were certainly changing. Sara was sure that it was time for herself to change as well, but old habits die hard. So Sara found herself out for a walk.
The neighbor hood that she'd chosen to take a walk in had obviously seen better times. The buildings were tall with fancy shingle work and porches with pillars. Most of the houses were abandoned either recently with eviction notices taped to pealing paint and stained windows, or worst... Condemed. Clearly the property of the slumlords from hell. From the chipping lead paint on the old siding, to the crab grass, to the sun baked men sitting in front of one of the houses with their rusty bikes, smoking. One of them picking at a ukulele. Making Sara's head tilt to the side. Who in their rightful mind still played a ukulele?
It was the type of neighbor hood that a woman wouldn't want to walk alone in. That someone wouldn't want to walk down the street without looking behind her back and yet Sara found herself at home. Sure there were still groups of people here who weren't mutant friendly, but that didn't stop Sara from taking a walk with the hood of her sweatshirt down.
The feline mutant wasn't normally much of a social creature, but there were things that Sara was trying to change about herself. Only time would tell if she ever actually succeeded. So there was a new establishment that Sara had seen an add for and she decided to check it out.
With Sara's black leather jacket's collar pulled forward around her face, Sara stood just outside the door for a few moments. The jacket left open to show a gold locket that's chain disappeared between the strands of her fur around her neck and a deep red top. From the outside, the place looked decent enough, and she could already hear the Jazz music along with the buzz of patrons whom had already entered. Her right ear twitching and her tail flicking at it's tip were the only signs that she had any social anxiety about entering.
There was one last question that she wanted answered before she hung around too long and when she entered the door way, she approached the host. Her amber eyes lingering on his for a moment to try to read his expression when he saw her. "Are you mutant friendly?" Sara wouldn't give a red cent or a rat's tail side to a place that wasn't.
Ha she had her! Sara grasped onto... Air. "Rrrr!" She protested in a little bit of frustration as Maya avoided her tag. Reaching further and harder than she had first planned and wedging her shoulder between the bars of the stair's railing. Her shoulder was stuck for a second or two and it took bracing her other arm and her clawed feet, that may or may not have dug into the wall as she pushed against it to free herself.
Maya had already cleared the door way when Sara finally freed herself. Landing on her feet in a low crouch. She was headed for the door when Maya merged with the reflection of the window and disappeared and Sara skid to a stop just short of the door. Her eyes dilated and nostrils flared with the thrill of the chase. After her first experience of getting tagged she was suspicious of everything. Sara didn't like to loose. Her ears flicked back and forth trying to hear anything but that sense of hearing was being distracted by the students in the common room playing a loud video game.
Ok... Hesitating was boring. With her teeth tight together, Sara rushed through the doorway. Ducking low She tumbled across the steps till her feet hit the ground on all fours taking off around the building just out of arms reach from any windows around the mansion. "My turn to lead."
Ok. So Sara's stratagy half way worked. Not to keep the mirror walker out of the mirrors. This wasn't a problem because the other girl seemed to have not headed for another one, even thought Sara moved down the hallway after her trying to head her off with a quick jump in front of one looking glass that really got her no where....
In fact Maya was headed for the stairs and that didn't seem like that bad of idea. Sara taking a slightly different route that had her bounding over the railing where she landed in a low crouch on the floor below. Scaring the crap out of a couple of students that nearly walked into her backside. Careful to keep Maya in sight and trying to make a tag on her legs between the stair case's railings.
"Adults. Hmmm?" Sara pretended to muse. "You wouldn't happen to know any would you?" She did nothing to hide the play in her voice. Life was too short.
Sara continued to carefully watch Kyle. She didn't wince when he kicked the fallen man who was already out, but after wards. It wasn't like they weren't already injured, just the cops looked down on that stuff. Perhaps she should alert Doc Prof too and inform him to stand by assuming he'd get called in to do the healing on the men before they were carted off to booking. Decision made, she opted to use her cell phone, and slipped her communicator back into an inner pocket of her vest.
"Properties? I didn't know you were so wealthy."
"Not really." Sara pushed some stray hairs behind her ear and out of her eyes. "I own 6 other places. All of them were bought from the bank... Sort of..." Sara said with a shrug. Not really wanting to get into things. "They served me well for my storage business when I was running it, but now." Sara shrugged. She really didn't know what she was going to do now. Aiding criminals in their storage needs wasn't going to happen again, but becoming a greeter at Walmart wasn't exactly something Sara saw herself ever aspiring to. "You're welcomed to tag along. Looks like it's clear here... Other than them." Sara said as she dialed in the number for the police with her thumb.
With that, She took off on foot for the broken gate. Hopping over it as she started talking to the police and expecting Kyle to follow. Her movement fast enough to blend with what traffic there would be on the next road.
The water invaded all of her senses. All OF Them! She'd expected to have some silver haired pail fleshed girl to at least catch part of her. Willingly or not, and so when she'd landed her head had been sub merged for a moment. Sara would have been in big trouble if it were the deep end of the pool, or for that matter, if she didn't have the sense to get her feet under herself and simply stand up. Emerging with a violent shake to ride her hair, eyes and ears of the chlorine water. Whipping her hair around and her face into a... Hand.
At Evelyn's touch on her fleshy nose her Sara's head was full of the voices and she pulled away from the girl with another shake before her eye opened wide and focused. She jumped again cleared the water between Evelyn and herself. Going over the water instead of fighting it to go faster she went to grab Evelyn by the back of her collar and pull her back.
Sara's eyes lingered on the fallen men that were outside the building. The one with the broken arms but also the one with the smoking shirt. That certainly explained the smell. Her nose wrinkled. She'd been hit with Kyle's mutation before and she had some pity for the men, though she did her best not to show it on the outside. She liked to get all of her information before she starting thinking too irrationally.
Kyle motioned for her to follow him into her warehouse and she did so. Hesitating at the damaged hole in the building's wall. She'd known that the building would have to come down because of it's weakened foundation, but perhaps she needed to move her schedule for that along. Still trailing a few feet behind Kyle, she stepped to the side when he went to move the next goon.
"Please. I'd get a better fight out of kids on a real playground then these gnats."
The corner of Sara's mouth twitched. "I could act like a kid sometimes." The statement and expression on her face might not have been right for the timing, but she didn't care and without play, Sara wasn't sure that she could get through her day. It was an invite... for another time perhaps.
Sara waited as Kyle gave his explanation. All sympathy that she might have had for the downed men went out the window. She'd been a thief herself, but she'd never got to that extreme to get away from someone. "I only intend on calling in their location and making sure that they will still be here. Officially, I'm supposed to help the police. Unofficially, I hate dealing with them." Sara said. Her cell phone was in her hand with her x-men communicator and she silently debated witch method would suit her better.
Her tail twitched and her ear flicked against the underside of her hat. "I own this property." Sara said as a form of answer with a shrug. "I've had a problem with my properties being used in Trafficking goods because of a storage business I was running. Now I'm just trying to make sure history doesn't repeat it's self." Sara sighed looking around the inside of the building. "I still want to turn this place into something but I'm not sure what."
Following Maya was amazingly easy. Through the mirrors and down the hall way around the corner... Sara should have been able to tell that there was a trap. That Maya had other tricks up her sleeves but to be honest, I was fun and Sara was caught in the game. It wasn't that Sara wasn't checking the mirrors them selves either. She was. It was just that the one that she had checked, from around the corner, hadn't had Maya in it at all. Just what Sara had thought was her own reflection.
"Polo!!!"
Sara felt the tag on her back and she mentally kicked herself. Spinning with a wide grin, she aimed to tag Maya back before Maya could pull herself back into the mirror. Only instead of just trying to tag the other girl, Sara tried grabbing her as well with her other hand. Intending to pull her out of the mirror if she could and give her a push down the hall. Sara felt the tag on
Sara rounded the corner of her building jumping when someone went flying through the brick of it. Her arms up defensively and she was on her toes at first thinking it was an attack meant for her but the young man was unconscious. Another followed and it didn't take her long to recognize the tangy scent of blood. "Huhh." There was also another smell that Sara knew... Sort of.
"Oh. Hello there. Pardon me Sara, I'll remove the trespassers right away."
She knew that voice and her nostrils flared again as he came out of her building dragging a third unconscious body. The outfit took her by surprise. "Kyle?" She dropped the defensive pose to settle for crossing her arms and leaning up against the wall of her building. She breathed his scent in deep when the wind changed more in her favor. Even when it mingled with the three other men she confirmed it. "Still taking on fights in playgrounds I see. They didn't give you too much trouble did they?"
"Don't bother moving them. I'll have someone else do it." Sara said as her eyes lingered on the fence that they'd taken down to get inside. God she hated the cops but there were certain things she was expected to do to cooperate with them now that she was a... Xmen Member... Moving evidence or criminals wasn't one of them. "Before I make my calls, could you fill me in on what's going on?"
Uhg. Daylight was stupid. Sara blinked against the glare of the sun. Holding up one clawed hand up, Sara used it to block the sun from her face. The city was buzzing, and like the sun, it was overwhelming and starting to give Sara a headache.
Sara leaned against a rod iron gate that circled around one of her property. She tugged the brim of her hat lower over her eyes. Her hair falling loosely over and around her shoulders to take the place of the hood that she normally used. Her tail twitching behind her heals
She’d been checking her lands regularly after a series of incidents had happened involving human trafficking. The incidents brought her storage business to a stop, but most of her buildings still stood. Sam hadn’t had time to help her take down all of them yet. Sara still wasn’t sure what she was going to do with her lands, but one thing was clear. Something had to change.
And just as Sara was about to move away from this building and onto the next, the shine of hubcaps on the opposite side of the building caught her attention. It set Sara in motion. Headed straight for the corner of the building where she could look around. The car was old. Nothing pricy. Just a grey Jeep. Ok. So this was different from the problems that she’d had before. Probably just some kids fooling around she thought to herself. Still. “Hey.” She called out to the area. Her nostrils flaring as she took in an odd smell. “This is private property.” Sara warned.
