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.
Sara listened to the story quietly. Part of it. At the end she couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. Ok so it wasn’t actually funny but this Calley, she had only met in person once before. And this Calley hadn’t struck her a one to be able to do much harm. Plus the situation. It surprised her more than anything, to hear that name and hear the young gangly teen taking anything seriously.
“Koga. You catch me as a very smart young man.” Sara said with the smile still in her voice. She was choosing to believe Koga, for now. He hadn’t broken the patterns of sound, that Sara could pick up from him. If he was just that gifted at lying, then time would tell. “From you’re story, you know sleeping in Katrina’s bed was a bad idea. Then you were found sleeping there anyways.”
Without thinking, Sara reached out and tapped her index finger, lightly against Koga’s forehead. She couldn’t see but her other senses were starting to even things out. Without even thinking about what she had done, Sara pulled her hand back as she continued. “You’ve got a head. Use it. It’s nice to help others, especially with geography. I suck at that subject, but you should be smart enough not to put yourself in a situation you know would be bad. So next time, think a head. It’s fine that you want to help with homework. That’s a good thing, but plan a head. Next time find a chair to sit on, next to her bed. Like now.” Sara motioned to how she was seated on her bed, and he had the chair. “you fall asleep there, and people think nothing of it other than, ‘Oh what a kind young man, who fell asleep in a chair.’ Not Oh other things.”
Sara was currently making her way to the new and improved Full Circle Book Store. Sara hadn’t been around the mansion long enough to really get to know the owner of the book store, but every one else had seemed to talk well about her. She wouldn’t of been able to know of this opening if she hadn’t been staying at the mansion for the past few weeks, in one of the dorms.
Oh yeah. And she had gotten her sight back. Sort of. It was strange. If Sara looked at light that was too bright, the pupils in her eyes wanted to contract completely. Leaving her blind again. However Sara not longer defined that condition as completely blind. She was gaining another sense when her eye sight was gone, and she didn’t know what to think of it yet. For that reason, Sara had added a pair of sun glasses to her usual ensemble of nice smooth tank top, and simple pants. A long coat covered her shoulders and most of her body, but she wasn’t working hard on hiding today, so she left the hood down and her tail poked out the hem at the bottom. She also still walked with the long white cane.
The crowd of people gave her a wide birth as she made her way to the front of the store, where a girl was walking in circles repeatedly. Sara met this girl once before, at the park and Sara found her fascinating for reasons the feline couldn’t quite comprehend for herself. Sara slipped inside the section that Hymn was in, pushing the door, and walked around with her for once or twice around. “Don’t you want to go inside?” Sara asked tapping Hymn lightly on the elbow, It was about the second time they were going around that Sara’s tail flicked a little too far to the right and outside the revolving door without the rest of Sara’s body following and it got stuck.
“AHHCHE!” Sara’s breath stuck in her throat and she spun around to see the tip of her tail flailing wildly inside the store, while technically she was still on the outside. “Stop. PLEASE stop!” Sara said pressing her hand against the other side of the section. Sara gave a tug on her tail, witch was a bad idea since the tip was still wildly wriggling like a furry worm stuck on a hook. The thing with revolving doors is they don’t stop right away when you start slowing them. So the tail was slid deeper between the edge of the door and the round revolving case. Then the door was stuck…
Sara heard the younger girls story. The stress in her voice about having the doctor near her, and decided, as long as there were not medical emergencies, her interruption had good timing.
The Doc Prof Looked tired as he turned from the young lady, the coma girl and Sara heard him move closer to her. He removed hi glasses and pressed at the ridge of his nose, rubbing, between his eyes.
“No, can’t be. I dream you up. You are not real.”
Doc Prof replaced his glasses and tilted his head first at the coma patient, then at Sara who just shrugged at his sudden silence. “Hey. I can honestly say I can’t picture her face.” Even if her voice did sound familiar. Doc Prof continued just staring at Sara, Then she heard him shuffle the papers so he could take a little light instrument out of his pocket to examine Sara’s eyes with as she stood there. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been told I’ve appeared in someone else’s dream.” Sara said ligtly
The Doc Prof finished his examination of Sara’s right eye, and she felt him lift her eye lid to her left one moving the light an inch away from her. No change. “Have you noticed any other changes since the accident?”
Apparently getting shot in the head was considered an accident.. .. .. Sara Shrugged. “Maybe. But it’s nothing big.”
Doc Prof sighed again. “If there is damage that your body can’t heal, there may not be much that I can do. I can still run the MRI”
Sara nodded and walked further in the room. “Tomorrow.” Even though She couldn’t see him Doc Prof still nodded and she heard him leave the room. The feline found a chair between the two beds and sat down. “I assume neither one of you know where you are.” She said addressing both of them. Seeing as the child had asked, and the other hadn’t answered. “Well you’re both in a safe place. You’re currently sitting in the infirmary, located in Xavier’s sister school for the gifted. Gifted being a fancy code name for mutants. My name is Sara, and the man that just left the room, is the good Doc Prof.”
“Sara, quickly! Is there any easier way to dig him out from outside the building? We shouldn't risk getting everyone trapped if the ghosts have more destruction in store for us.”
Sara paused. Her mind was tracing each path that each of the fallen debris had made but she couldn’t tell the exact shapes of what had fallen. There were spaces between each path she could make out, that hinted to her at the different size, but other than that she couldn’t see and the more she focused on individual paths and objects, the less she could really see of the entire mess. “I can’t tell that much.”
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at Sebastian but the move was more out of habit than anything else. Seeing as her eyes weren’t in use. He’d sounded different to her than he had a moment ago climbing to the roof. Ok one thing at a time. Tarin.. .. ..
Lee had moved to be closer and help dig with energy Sara didn’t even know she was capable of having, when the woman ghost made her little handy dandy statement.
"We're restless and would like to move on from this place. Could you please hurry in freeing him?"
The statement wasn’t a tone Sara really liked but Hey. “At least she said please.” As quickly as the physical path had appeared in Sara’s 6th awareness it disappeared. If Sara hadn’t known Tarin’s power had something to do with spirits she would be finding that spooking but then again, there wasn’t much more spookier you could get when inanimate objects decided to cave in around you. Speaking of Tarin, it seemed Lee had things covered. So Sara turned her attention to Seastian. She turned around and carefully picked her way to him. The way she had came. Her hand utilized the wall for balance and steadied her upper body.
“Are you ok?” Sara asked as she rubbed her eyes that were starting to ache.
Sara nodded quietly, though her brow furrowed as he poured her tea for her. She could have done that.. .. .. Well it could have been worst.
“It is the same as everywhere then.”
“Thank you.” Sara said to him. She was trying not to find dry but she wasn’t used to having things done for her yet. “Maybe not everywhere but yeah. Everywhere people with modern appliances live. I’ve had the opportunity to travel to Canada and experience the Inuit’s beliefs. They believe mutants are something like gods, however they still wont let known mutants live with them.”
Sara pulled her tea closer to her, on the table and sat with the cup steaming just below her nose. She had also experienced the beliefs around Mutant in Egypt. Ancient Egypt. But that was another story. “More primitive cultures around this world may see us as gods as well, however that could be a dangerous experiment to undertake, depending on their cultural practices.”
“At least here, in the city, there are places for you to go.”
Waiting was definitely not Sara’s Forte. Sara had been waiting for almost two weeks now, for her sight to return to her, just like everyone kept telling her it would. ‘Oh just sit it out.’ ‘There’s nothing physically wrong with your eyes. Just the fact that the pupils won’t dilate to let any light in.’ In fact the pupils were so contracted they were nothing but pencil thin slits. You could hardly see them, against Sara’s amber colored iris so it looked like they weren’t there at all. Then there was Sara’s favorite words of encouragement to hate. ‘You’re a healer. Your eye sight will return just like your body fixes everything else.’ Bull Hockey!
Sara knew her body very well. If it had something to heal, then it healed in a matter of heart beats. Bones mended in minutes and in a matter of an hour or more, depending on the break, would be completely healed. So if there really was something with her eyes, that her body was going to fix, two weeks should have been long enough. Then again, The injury that caused Sara to loose her sight hadn’t happened to her before. In fact most people never got up again, when this injury happened. Sara Nobes was shot in the head.
Normally Sara lived out on the streets, however this latest tragedy in her life had her spending nights at the mansion. Doc Prof deemed her too stable to stay in the infirmary. He told her she would have an easier time in the dormitories like everyone else. He was probably right, since technically there was nothing he could do for her, but Sara also wondered if it was because she wasn’t the best patient in the world. As demonstrated right now where Sara wasn’t waiting at the infirmary door for the good Doc Prof to let her in. She was just walking in.
The tip of Sara’s tail twitched back and forth as Sara mouthed the number of steps she had left before she reached the right door. A long white cane traveled back and forth across the floor in front of her feet as she walked, telling her what she might bump into before she actually did. Sara was starting to adjust to life without sight, that didn’t mean she wanted to stay that way. Doc Prof had mentioned running a test. An MRI, if her sight continued to not be there. Maybe now was the right time to take him up on that offer…
Sara was just to the door of the infirmary when she heard a kid scream. Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks Doc’s bed side manner needs improving. Sara thought to herself with a sigh. Her free hand stretched out searching for the door frame, found it, and Sara turned down the hallway, counting again. It didn’t take her long to hear Doc Prof scolding the child for screaming and someone else for being up. Sara had been consintrating so much on counting the steps it took her to get where she was going, the smell of roses had snuck up on her. “ACHEW!” The sneeze made Sara’s body buckle. Stupid senses…
“Hey Doc Prof?” Sara slid her hand across the wall again, found the right door way, and stepped in. “Do you have a minute?” Sara let herself in, then stood just inside.
well, I guessss I’ll just be glad I am the honest type. I wish other people around here had the skill to know when you are being honest.”
That was an interesting statement. Sara couldn’t help but smirk for some reason. “Someone accuse you of lying?”
“ Wouldn’t someone being interrogated already be doing all of those things though? Particularly if you were interrogating them with the long cane?”
Ding ding ding. Yeah. He might as well of answered her question. Yes someone had. Hmmmm…
“Yes. But it’s all about patterns. The beat of a heart, or the way someone is breathing changes slightly. I can’t quite describe it but it’s like when you see a pattern of lines Every line is perfectly straight except for one so you notice that one. Then again. Like a real lie detector, I’m not perfect.” Sara shoved her plate onto the tray, Koga had used to carry things in on. “So why ask? Did you get caught at something and looking for a way out, or just plane in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
Sara really had nothing to hide here. Even if she did, Sara had nothing that she could easily hide. So she just sat there waiting as her new companion caught his breath and heart beat.
“Thank you. I am grateful for your patience.”
“It is not a problem.” Sara said simply as she took a sip of her tea.
“And yes I mean that... difference. As you can probably tell from my accent I am not native and I was wondering how people like... you were treated here.”
Sara’s lips pressed together at the long pause. Yeah. Her. He either had someone he wanted to know this information for, or, more likely, he wanted to know this information for himself. “It depends on where you go.” Sara said simply. She tried to measure his reaction based on the nearly silent sounds, but that was nearly impossible now that her sight was gone. So she just continued on. “There are some people who are just fine with mutants. This restaurant is one of them. There are some that are just afraid, and there are some people who will hunt mutants down till either the mutant has killed them, or they killed the mutant.” She sipped at her tea again, then set the empty cup down, only to fumble for the pot, to refill it. “Does that answer your question?”
Well as everyone seems to be coming back, it seems I run into a snag. not only is it the end of the semester usual stuff, but it seems that my power cord for my laptop has just stopped working. I wasn't doing anything but typing yesterday, and the little power light went out. At least I'm hoping it's the power cord.
I'm going shopping today in hopes of finding a power cord i can afford. I have access to school computers for one more week but if I can't get this problem fixed, I may not be seen much on MRO through the summer.
Hey there. Welcome to MRO. I don't know why but I find your choice of guardian and your character's fear of dogs fascinating. Can't wait to see how things start shaping out.
“If she is my kid nothing is going to keep me away from her…”
Sara’s lips tightened. She really couldn’t of expected to show Sam his daughter and expect him to stay away from her. She stared Sam in the eye for a moment, before she nodded and patted his shoulder.
“I promised Airyn that she would either be home, or be with her mother by 4:30 so we have almost 4 hours for now.” Sara said checking her watch. Then crossing her arms. “As far as how long we actually have. I’m not sure. I plan on calling her soon.”
“Have you seen her use her powers?”
Sara nodded. “Yesterday he made Ice and frost splatter in the face of an old friend of mine.” Sam didn’t need to know the exact name, Slade.. .. .. “Then on the way here, she got scared and nearly turned the entire back seat of the car to ice.”
Sara stood back and watched silently as Sam made a small figure dance and asked Airyn to show him. When the proof was right there, Sara couldn’t help but smile. Her eyes had completely softened and her pail cheeks pulled delicately at her lips. “Airyn. That is beautiful. Sam, I think she’ll be better than you.”
Sara sat in the back ground for a moment as Lee started taking care of her own injury, then Sebastian did the rest. First aid was not Sara’s forte. She didn’t need it, most of the time. There was the hole bullet going in her head had caused her to need first aid but to her knowledge that was about it.
Sara nodded through the instructions to ask the people questions, but Sara really didn’t think she should be the one to do it. As diplomatic as she could be, there weren’t a lot of people that could get past the fact Sara was what Sara was. She was just about to point this out when there was more noise erupting from the inside of the town hall. Sara visibly jumped. Lee rushed inside, and Sara hesitated.
It that was Tarin, just rushing in was a completely stupid things to do. At the same time, had Ayesac been in Tarin’s position, Sara knew she’d do the same thing. In fact no one would be able to stop her. The feeling made Sara ache. The noie inside could be either Tarin, or the ghosts and Sara was straining her senses to try and hear everything she could. To smell blood. Or even feel the vibrations like she was standing next to a big drum in a parade.
She shut her eyes and something flickered in her head. Right where she had been standing at the door, a line snaked it’s way forward, then turned down where Sara knew the hall way was before her and as fast as it had happened, it was gone.
Sara was blinking. There that was again. The 3D map in her head. Sara had no idea what she could do to turn it on and off by herself but if she forced her eyes to tart to contract, she seemed to be able to turn the ability on. Yanking her sun glasses off of her face, she grabbed her walking stick and turned her head straight at the sun. Her senses were opened and she felt her eyes ache, just before the light of the sun completely disappeared.
What replaced Sara’s sight was the 3D map in her head. She had been standing where Tarin had passed, right into the door of the Town hall, and now like the branches of a tree, the path Tarin had taken grew from where she stood. Where it twined with other paths Like Lees that looped back to outside the building, instead of pressing on. The scary thought was that Sara couldn’t See Tarin’s path moving still.
So in the building, Sara went. To compensate for not being able to see the walls, Sara’s hand slid across the closest of what ever things she could reach. She staid on the line, where Tarin had walked, because that meant there was nothing in front of her, till she reached the last room, and the oddest thing happened from what she could see. She couldn’t just see Tarin’s path, she could see dozens of others. Things that started from walls, or the sides of the room, or even the ceiling, and shot straight to another part, or simply spiraled down to where Sara knew the floor was. Lee was already in the room, but she was in the wrong spot.
“He’s over here.” Sara started making her way through the mess. The pupils of her eyes had contracted so thin, they might as well of not even been there, only showing the gold iris, but Sara still kicked at things in front of her. Splintered piles of who knows what were tossed out of her way and to the side. Sara crouched and slide her hands across the floor, where she continued to move things out of her way, and shove at larger pieces of the mess. “About 10 feet in front, 8, 7. Straight in front.”
Sara’s legs crossed as she set the shirt and the sweatpants in her lap, folding them with one hand. There seemed to be a lot of pauses in this short conversation. Sara’s golden amber eyes flicked up from her work, in her lap, and looked right into Kaz’s red eyes. Then he started speaking and he dropped the curiosity killed the cat comment. Like Sara had never heard that one before. “It’s the same reason you have your security system.” It was one of the few things Sara was scared of. Not that she would just admit this out loud. “Having my own place would be wonderful, but as of right now, I don’t like other people knowing where I am at.” Maybe part of this was the wild cat side of Sara. She saw a nature show once where Cougars were constantly moving to a different home for the night. However the thought in being unpredictable and hard to find was logical, as well.
“As far as holes go, I heal.” Sara returned her attention to her pop and her folding. Technically they both knew that Sara getting caught in the security system she wouldn’t really get that far. Not yet, anyways. Maybe if She had a 6th sense for location. Still she thought she would push him just a little bit to see how far he’d let her go. “In my experience giving in has brought on worst fates than resisting.” Plus again, Sara normally did a lot better in a fight.
"If you'd like, you can wash up and change upstairs. I'm sure you'd like to get off the floor."
Hello Kaz had put her on the floor more than once. Of course she would like up. She sipped the root bear and used her legs to push herself so her back slid up the I beam that she had been chained to.
"I'm only giving you another chance because you're a fellow mutant. If you screw up, you won't live to do it again."
Ok button pushing time again. Or at least testing to see what buttons are ones that can be pushed. Sara had a lot of kitten left in her, when it came to people telling her rules. Weather she should be respecting them or not. Yeah, yeah, bad habit, but still. “for being someone who does not like to feel old, you have these fatherly figure tendencies.”
Sara’s head tilted as she listened to Jenny. More for her location that anything else. Sara was still pinpointing her. Double guessing he sense of hearing.
Sara knew picking a fight was stupid. She knew that she was at a bad disadvantage but everything from the last few days was adding up. She had nearly died, less than a week ago. She lost her favorite sense, and she needed to make someone punish for this. Sessions in the danger room squishing fake flies wasn’t enough.
This wasn’t like Sara to try to be violent right away but she’d been holding her emotions back all week. The very fact that this Vomit flicking lady had made an appearance was enough to make Sara loose it. So she slowly stalked closer to the other girl. She reached the range that she could hear Lori’s heart and her breaths of air were all too clear.
"What's a kitty doing on this side of town?"
“Well you see the thing about that is--“—Sara’s stride made a seamless transition. One minute she was walking, the next the practically flew into one running step, her body twisted, making nothing but a light blur out of the leg that had spun up, and was aimed to come down where Jenny’s words had been coming from. Her face. Directed straight from there, for where her heart beat.
”.. I think I might have to sssee If I can talk you into doing sssome sssinging. You have a nice voice.”
“You’re a brave one then.” Sara said with a grin. Seriously, she never sang for anyone more than children, and Aye. She was sure if she stood up and sang in front of a group, she’d completely choke.
- ….though they could give usss a bad recipe for the trouble.-
“No problem there.” Sara popped the last of her pot stickers in her mouth and tapped her ears. “I am practically a living lie detector.” At least if she was paying attention and the person didn’t know how to lie. “Respiration and heart beat changes, and a conventional lie detector can’t smell when someone starts to sweat.”
