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.
Jack be nimble Jack be quick, but apparently Jack didn’t jump over the candle stick. He jumped on it to time skip and that’s why Sara was currently elbow deep in hot sand. Because when Jack Jumped, he time skipped. Who’d a thunk?
Sara and Jack had made it back to the clearing where the two of them had first poofed in out of no where. No one had seen them, and if they had, no one was stopping the great an powerful WereBast from the mission she had obviously taken so seriously. Apparently Goddesses don’t get questioned. Even when their digging elbow deep in dry, hot, sand, right next to their slave.
Sara was on her knees. She’d use her claws and paw like hands to pull sand away to the sides of a hole, sifting it through her fingers, while Jack mirrored her on the other side. Sara’s tail twitched impatiently behind her. “Are you sure this is the exact spot we landed?”
Jack had beads of sweat on his forehead and when he went to wipe them away with the back of his hand, Sand had stuck to his face in an arch. “I’m sure. I can feel the spots where I time jump as much as I can feel something on my skin.”
“Really?”
Jack’s head tilted up from the hole and he stared at Sara with raised eye brows. “No not really. Wow you’ll believe about anything, Were.”
Sara’s nose wrinkled and her ears flattened. “Great. We’re probably not even digging in the right spot.” Sara pulled away from the hole they’d been sifting in and dusted her hands off on her pants.
Jack shook his head as he practically dove back into the hole. “Not true.”
“Yeah right.”
“No really. This is the spot where we landed from my time skip. There’s the pyramids, and there’s the dwellings.” He pointed first at the edge of the sandy landscape where Sara could make out the temples, the pyramids, and then the houses on the there side of them.
“Then where’s the candle stick?” Sara was getting annoyed.
“It’s in the sand. It’s got to be in the sand.” Jack repeated. His hands still desperately digging through sand that he had already sifted through.
Was Sara really all that confident in her own abilities? Yes and no. She was confident in her abilities against this man, if trouble started. The fact was that even though, at the moment, she couldn’t see, she could still hear, smell, taste and feel. All of her other senses were as acute as ever and if the crap did hit the fan, she had her confidence in her own speed and ability to heal, thus survive. Especially against one that seemed to be having breathing trouble.
Sara’s ears flicked lightly as he picked up the glass of water and the ice inside had tinged against the inside. Johnny appeared like magic from the kitchen with a pitcher, apparently he had been paying enough attention to know when the cup needed more liquid in it. He was probably listening to the entire conversation.
“Not necessarily the same.” Sara said lightly. “Some have more welcoming company than others. Then again some of the residents at their own factions, are hypocrites. I don’t believe that there is an absolutely gray place as of yet. I know of individuals who would let someone stay with them, but those are general individuals. Not official groups, if that makes sense.”
Sara waved good bye to Alexandra and Airyn. She watched them carefully as they disappeared and her eye softened just slightly every time they landed right on the child. Sara adored children. She always had been fascinated by them. Slade’s ords brought her attention back to him and the table she sat at.
"So Sara, if you've got some time how's life with you? You seriously settled down and given up the excitement or is the teacher thing all a 'day job' to front your adventures?"
Sara shrugged and her smile pulled at her lips again. “I tried settling down. I found it impossible to stand.” Sara sipped at her tea before continuing. “I guess you could call it a day job, but it’s also something I’ve grown to love, despite the fact it can be taxing on my mind.” She motioned to her folder that she had carried in with her that was full of papers to grade and correct. “I have a second job, that keeps me from getting too board and burns my excess energy. I’m in Bond enforcement, now. How about you?”
Well I volunteer at least Sara for this. I don't know yet if I will have time to throw pix in the mix as well.
As for why we are all switching bodies. I want to blame the evil dastardly chemist known as the muffin man. To be sure that his experiments work, he has carefully chosen mutants of the public and takes his experiments to the streets disguised as muffin gifts. He hands two mutants each a muffin, and as soon as the muffin is bitten into their minds switch bodies. There is the explanation.
Why is the muffin man doing this? Because he was formerly known as Humpedidumpdy. You know. Humpedidumpyi sat on a wall, HumpedidumpdY had a great fall.. .. .. A mutant with an egg shaped head, who has a regenerative mutation, but a fragile body. Do to his mutation he has lived for hundreds of years, but has become very clumsy and when he was injured he became a little more deformed. He wishes for a new body and is looking for a way to take his regenerative mutation to the new body with out the fragility. however just switching bodies is an excellent start.
Sara shook her head as she started gathering the dishes from their meal. Koga got them here, She was at least going to get them back to the kitchen. “No. I’m going to use the dishes as an excuse to walk around and stretch my legs.” She should be able to follow Koga’s sent right to where the dishes belonged. Worst came to worst, she would have to ask for help, but for right now this was a challenge for herself to learn how to better get around the school. If she was going to be considered handicapped, Sara was determined to make herself handicpable. “Study well, Koga.”
One eye brow raised and Sara’s ears flicked back. His firm voice had entirely too much demand to it. At least for her taste. Sure eating was something she intended to do because of her loss mass after healing, but really. She poked at the first sandwich and gave it a couple of suspicious sniffs. Uhg. Bad idea. Butter and cheese just smelled so good. She settled back instead and finished off her bottle of root beer that she had been taking her time with as he continued.
"If someone wants to or tries to help another, I don't think circumstances have anything to do with it, just when to do it and the way you do it. Some people don't deserve to be helped."
The bottle hovered in front of Sara’s lips. “Doesn’t that have to do with individual Circumstance?” Kaz went on and Sara lazily sipped at the rest of her root beer as she watched his work carefully with the other two sandwiches. If he put something in hers the residue would still be in the pan, so she didn’t start in on her own meal till he took the first bite.
"You said earlier giving in sometimes makes things worse right. Have you ever thought that "giving in",".. .. .. "might be a good way to get your opponent in close or to drop their guard a bit, and leave enough room for a 'surprise' attack?"
Sara started pulling the her first sandwich appart, in mouth sized pieces, watching the cheese stretch, before popping it in her mouth. Mean while it seemed Kaz was going into lesson mode again. Ok. She’d not only eat but bite the bait. “Today, by the time that goal crossed my mind, it was too late. A year ago that tactic is probably the only reason I survived. So Yeah. I’ve thought of that.” Her amber lamp like eyes flicked up from her food to study him. Sara had broken off the second piece of sandwich and had rolled it into a little grilled Cheese ball before popping it in her mouth as well. Now there was something stores should sell. Grilled Cheese balls. “I got flustered when you appeared right in front of me and I hadn’t realized your speed.”
Sara hadn’t even realized she cried out in her pain till the dry throat of hers was able to be felt over the screaming nerves in her tail. Witch mush sound very silly to the normal person, but lets put the end of a normal person’s spine in a vise and see how they react. They probably won’t even realize they’re screaming either.
The cry was short lived and Sara sucked in the air, to hold her breath. Hating the fact that she’d cried out as much as the fact her tail was in pain. It made more people look straight at her, and with a quick glance over her shoulder she saw norms flashing pictures and gasping and pointing and doing all the things norms do when they see a cat get their tail stuck. Including laughing. The fleshy area of Sara’s nose darkened, from the pail tone it normally held, to a deep red in her blushing embarrassment.
Sara’s attention moved back inside the bookstore where she could make out Sam and Luke and someone who looked a lot like Sam. He approached the door and Sara tilted her head looking straight in his eyes. Why did he look familiar to her?
There was a nicely dressed lady who had just come to mess with the door, and Sara had to stifle another yelp of pain as the door started to reverse causing the damage to her tail to shift. Her eyes shot back to over her shoulder and there where two more people standing there that she just didn’t know, that made her heart speed up. Oh coming here had been a bad idea. Then there was an odd sensation around her tail.
The door didn’t feel nearly as sharp as it had and with a little biting of her lower lip, Sara wedged her fingers next to the door frame and slid her tail free. A tail that was now wrinkled. Sara gingerly straightened the part that was bent and there was a pop and a crack, that made her wince before everything started feeling better. She carefully put a hand on the hymning girl’s shoulder who she had intended on rescuing herself before she needed rescuing, and guided both of them the rest of the way inside.
“Thank you. And thanks to who ever loosened the door.” That had to be a mutant. Metal doors don’t just loosen on their own. “Ahh, Sorry about the scene.. .. .. And the noise. The fleshy area around Sara’s nose had been lighting up but dove straight in to it’s dark red tone again.
“Good point.” Sara let herself smile on that thought. At least he still got the idea. Plans didn’t always work out.
Sara’s eyes were starting to ache again, so she used the flat part of her palm to rub them. How could her eyes ache when she wasn’t using them, was a question beyond her, but lately, it happened. “I hope not all of your first impressions have been as embarrassing.” The smile turned into a bit of a sly smirk. “If anyone give you trouble here, just let me know.” Sara may not be an x-men but she didn’t care when it came to respect.
Once they had dug, pushed, and thrown the fallen debris out of the way, and Tarin was free, Sara found a place outside that was quiet. Sara found a place where she could sit with her pack. Her back was against the wall of the partially caved in town hall and she listened to the town people and the others as things were sorted out. Sara could be helping, but she really wasn’t that much of a people person when it comes to things like this. Plus she had a more pressing issue at the moment. She needed to get her sight back and she hadn’t exactly understood what it was in her head, that turned the new 6th awareness on, and her sight off, and vise versa.
Sara hugged her legs up to her chest and her chin rested on her knees as people passed, her, and walked around. She sensed then, could hear, them and smell them, and where they moved there was a path that was traced in her head. Adding to the jumble of paths that were already there with enough confusion to leave her with a pounding head ache. The fact that her eyes ached didn’t help. Her eyes actually felt like she had pulled a muscle and was still using it.
Under normal circumstances she could have closed her eyes. Even now, she wanted to. She wanted to close off one of her working senses and pushed the palms of her paw like hands against the sockets of her eyes. As if that helped, but there was nothing that could turn off this 6th awareness and the more she squeezed at her eyes, and scrunched her face, the more the paths brightened. If they could brighten, and then that pulled muscle in Sara’s eyes screamed against her raw nerves, making her jaw clench. Sara could deal with pain. For a large portion of her life, she had time to become accustomed to it, however she was so much more used to pain numbing at an accelerated pace.
The problem with pain is it makes you want to tense up and then it hurts worst. She was all of a sudden caught in her own battle to make herself relax. That was about all she remembered was that her sight returned when she managed to relax.
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They finally seemed to have things figured out and their spiritual leader from a different level, had a plan. Sort of.
“They said that the guerrillas scout around here sometimes. So if your eyes are good to go, you could probably take to the trees or run ahead to scout if you want.”
Sara glanced at Tarin as she swung her own back pack to her shoulders and secured it to her back so it was stream lined against her. “That sounds like a plan to me.” She nodded. “I’ll travel a quarter of a mile a head then loop back to make sure you’re the path is clear.” Sara found herself looking over Tarin’s shoulder, where he had looked only she could see nothing but the buildings and people past where she knew Tarin must have been looking. “Can you send a spirit with me? None of us thought a head to bring any communications devices. A spirit is going to be the fastest way for me to send a message back.”
With that, Sara took off. A couple of the locals gasped as Sara sprinted by but Sara didn’t take any heed to them. In a matter of seconds her tail had disappeared around a tree and on the other side of the tree, Sara had swung her legs over the lowest thick branch. Once Sara was off of the ground, she hardly made a sound. Sara followed the branch, in two big strides, till she hopped to the next, getting a little higher off of the ground.
Like Sara said. She traveled out a head of the mane group. First looping to the right, and then to the left as she worked her way forward. Sara’s movements practically flew over the branches, and when that was combined with the fact Sara’s five original senses were going wild, and as much as she wanted to stop and admire the movement of the birds in the distance, or the frogs, and lizards, that alluded her until the second before she nearly stepped on them.
Sara reached the first quarter of a mile a head, and looped back. Just like she said she would do. Sara traveled back, just far enough that she could see the rest of the group threw the branches to be sure that they were headed on the path she had been watching for. She stood there for a moment, watching, before she turned and with a flick of her tail, she was off again.
It was a little creepy to think that she had been being followed by what was basically a ghost. Then again, Sara wasn’t sure what she really should be afraid of. She went her entire life being told that ghosts weren’t real and still watching ghost movies. Then she gets assigned for this mission and up until the roof to the town hall caved in, part of her was still thinking, ‘Yeah right. Real ghosts.’
Sara’s mind had started drifting when her sense of smell yanked her attention back to what she was doing. Gun powder.
It took a few more seconds to triangulate what her twitching nose was smelling with the direction that the wind was coming from. Her movement was suddenly much more serious. Much more concentrated on not making a sound and stepping softly so as not to rustle the leaves on the branches that supported her weight.
There were the Guerillas. Just a pair of them though in Sara’s opinion they might as well of been roaches, Where you saw one, or two in this case, there had to be more. For now these two were what Sara had to deal with for now. Both were male. Both had machetes both had assault riffles. Great.. .. ..
Slowly, Sara crouched on the tree branch and tried to decide exactly what to do about the men. Very quietly she started talking to the spirit she expected to be with her. If she was talking to herself, she was about to feel really stupid. “Get back to the rest and tell them there are a pair of guerillas on the right of their path, so have them stop and get down. When I’m done, lead them to me.”
That was an incredible odd feeling talking to someone Sara couldn’t actually see. She wasn’t even sure that the ‘ghost’ was going to listen to her and do what she said other than the fact that the ghost knew they were here to help. So it was a sort of faith that relied on what Sara knew they wanted. What was in their best interests.
Sara’s tail twitched as she watched the men pass below her, and she waited till they had reached the base of her tree before she dropped down, lightly on her feet, right behind them. This needed to be silent.
Faster than most people could even See, Sara’s hand shot forward across the back of the head of the man on the right. His head bounced of her hand, off of the trunk of the tree and then he was out cold.
The second turned to yell out only to have Sara shove a moss covered stick in his mouth. His gun was swinging towards Sara and she grabbed it by the center, to keep the barrel from leveling off in her direction. It was then that he pulled the trigger and the shots rang out as they sank themselves into the trees… So much for being silent. Frustrated, Sara rocked back so that she was rolling backwards on the ground. The riffle still tight in one hand, and the rifle’s strap that was around the man’s neck and shoulder pulled him forward, into her rising foot. In the middle of rolling back, Sara pulled one leg under the man’s arm and the other across his neck to hold him in place, from the back, and she started using the rifle’s strap to cut off his blood, and air, supply. When he was out she released him, giving him a kick to the ribs to make him roll away from her. Sebastian, Lee, and Tarin probably heard the gun shots, but Sara was more worried about who else could have heard it.
“Right.” Sara lifted an eye brow a little annoyed with Neveed first for the real work, than for the kitty comment that came a moment later. Sure she did like fish, but out of principle, she decided to stubbornly stick to her Hares… ok maybe a little bite of whale. Just a little bite.
“Thought Cats hunted with their claws and teeth?”
For some reason Sara took cat comments better from Sam. Maybe it was Neveed’s booming voice. “We do, but mine wouldn’t leave any of the good portions intact, where I hit.” That was probably the closest Sara had ever admitted out lowed that her closely leashed control sometimes failed. “Maybe you’ll see later.”
The fire was welcoming to Sara. Even after the hunt. The small talk that followed was comforting. Even with the big references to classic literature. Sara sat cross legged with a Hare to herself, supplemented with a bite or two of whale meet she tried to be sneaky about grabbing, in her attempts to keep up with her accelerated metabolism.
Sara retired to her own tent where the stories were finished. She fell asleep with the fleshy part of her nose kept warm in the crook of her arm as she listened to the sounds of the night.
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The morning came quick and Sara’s body was up and moving before her train of thoughts were really catching up to her. She’d made her way to the dogs, Yawning, as the dog teams watched her carefully. She’d retrieved one of the thermoses of water, and started feeding their thirsts. One of the first dogs to drink had Sam’s shirt on and for a moment, Sara wondered if she was actually still dreaming.
Shrugging it off, Sara finished divvying out water rations, and joined the gathering around Raina. “Show off.” Sara called as she got closer to Raina. The smell of what Raina had tickled Sara’s nose and her nostrils flared, and wiggled as she mentally remembered the sent. “I don’t know how well that stuff will work with my body. Drugs don’t normally have any effect.” Well.. .. .. There was that one time.. .. .. For about 4 seconds.. .. ..
Sara had made it up one flight of stairs. The gym area of Kaz’s Warehouse was fascinating if not a little on the scary side. She had taken a moment to admire the different blade on the wall, and to check the equipment. Back in her child hood, she had enjoyed the movement tests she had been given on the mat and the high beam. They’d been a break from everything else, but they were also still memories from back then.
Sara’s tail flicked at her heals as she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. Instead of dillydallying more, in the Gym, Sara headed to the stairs. At the foot she gave herself a quick inspection. The hole at her stomach made the corners of her lips twitch down. At least her pants hadn’t been ruined as well. Tank tops were less expensive and easier to come by. She changed tops, to the grey shirt Kaz had given her. It was a little too big, so it rubbed her fur the wrong way, making her itch, but it was better than having a hole in her front. After that it was only a few seconds for her to get up the stairs to pop that really odd statement, and then get the not so odd answer.
"Perhaps I do, I've never noticed them. Though is it really a bad thing, at any age? To give advice, or to try and help or improve the life of another?"
“Mostly no, but sometimes Yes.” The smell of cooking butter entered Sara’s nose and she eyed the pan as she entered the room then found a stool to sit on at the counter. The extra pants and her torn tank top were dropped next to her feet, in a neat folded pile, and she made herself comfortable on the stool. “Each circumstance has it’s own needs and requires it’s own judgment, however this world needs more people willing to help another.”
Sara leaned back in her seat a she pulled her legs up so she could sit Indian style with her tail pulled around her feet. “The safe houses all depend on where you stand.” Sara said testily. She took a sip of tea as her unseeing eyes flicked in her companion’s direction, before she continued.
“If you believe in mutant supremely and don’t mind spilling a bit of blood, there is a place called the Sanctuary.” As Sara started she was completely indifferent in her voice. She once thought of joining the Order, who resided in the Sanctuary and despite many of her close friends being in the x-men and living at the mansion, she still didn’t understand where she wanted to stand.
“Then there is Xavier’s sister school for the gifted.” Sara continued. “There, they hope for peace but also work to teach mutants. There are also more private individuals and companies who would probably offer assistance.”
Sara’s brow furrowed as she listened to more of the child’s story. From what Sara had heard from her already, she had entirely too much tragedy in her young life. Sara could only imagine what it was like to loose someone as close as family could be, but she knew the pain of friends. He sort of wondered if that was the same. However her train of thought was cut short with the question of what happened to her.
“I fell and hit my head.” Sara said. Purposefully leaving out the fact that prior to falling, she’d been shot in the head. There was enough depression in this room and she didn’t want to add to it. “As a result I lot my eye sight, but I’m told my blindness is only temporary.” Sara said as she leaned towards the child’s bed and a smirk started to pull at the corner of her mouth. “I’m tougher than I look.”
“And as much as I hate doctors a young lady like yourself should not being saying Asshole. Not even in other languages.”
The next chain of events involving the news paper wasn’t pleasant. Sara couldn’t read the news paper, but she could hear it, and she frowned. The fact that someone had come in and put a news paper on this child’s bed for her to see the proof of her families’ death. Well Sara found it irresponsible, disrespectful, and insensitive. The paper rustled in the child’s hands and Sara gently put her hand over it. Pushing the page down against the bed and folding it. “You can read that later.” Sara said softly, then glancing at the other lady who claimed Sara was from her dream for help or assistance. If she was awake enough to give it.
Sara nodded agreeing with Koga about the situation not seeming to be bad. The thing is she still wanted him to think things through. Something she didn’t do all of the time either, however she still found it important.
“It’s called Murphy’s Law, Koga. If something can go wrong, it will.” Sara scooted back on the bed so that she could rest her back on the wall. She recrossed her legs and her tail wound around her feet.
“Take it as a lesson. Especially when you’re in a bad situation, and even when you’re not. Get in the habit of thinking a head.” Sara wasn’t the best in the thinking a head department, but she was trying to get better.
Sara’s fist connected with nothing. It was an odd fealing having thrown a punch that connected with nothing. Sort of like when you’re running down the stairs and miss one. The hairs on Sara’s arm felt hairs that had flown up from the top of Lori’s head, and the rush of air but aside from that, nothing was there to assist Sara in her balance, except for her skill. Instantly her tail flipped to the left side to even out the lack of weight distribution from her fist, and her right foot shot forward to catch the rest of her weight.
This put Sara at a bad angle. Entirely too open to attack. She felt the electricity in the air move against the hair on her chinny, chin, chin and Sara let her instincts kick in. Her completely golden amber eyes, widened for a moment before she pulled back and her chin went up just avoiding a nasty shock to the face.
Sara’s body twisted and she turned the dodge to a short semi flip. Her body fell backwards and her hands landed 3 feet away from where her back, paw like foot had last stood. Her feet went up in an elegant, fast semicircle before she let them com back down swinging them at an angle that started above her head but aimed to take Jenny’s legs out from under her, just behind her Achilles heals.
