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’s head tilted and she rocked on her toes as she could see the realization sinking in Big Sam’s head. “Technically yes, but also Technically she climbed in the car by her self.” Not that things like that really mattered in the world of kidnapping but it made Sara feel better. If Airyn had screamed and run off, Sara would have never continued her plan.
“You kidnapped Alex’s kid, and she doesn’t want me to know she had one why?”
“You should be able to fill in that blank with what happened, ohh.. .. .. about four or five years ago.. .. ..” Come on Sam.
“Four Years ago???”
Sara nodded as Sam’s hand started doing all his talking for him. Between pointing and then being held in front of his mouth. And pointing, and. You get the idea. Sara put a hand on Sam’s shoulder to try and steady him.
“…NA Test?”
“I thought Doc Prof could perform that, but I’ve got a hunch.” Sara glanced at Airyn who was staring up at Sammy who had taken to the air. Mommy probably didn’t like the use of powers.
“I’m the worst person in the world….”
“No you’re not.” Sara returned her attention back to Sam. “Slick, you can’t kick yourself for what you don’t know. To be honest, there’s a chance that Circe won’t let you have much contact with her, if any. I couldn’t let you not know, and I had to open the door for questions she will have later.”
Sara had had fun, and that fact disturbed her. She liked to think that she kept herself on a close leash, That she kept herself from doing unspeakable things and here she was. Admitting in her head that she had fun killing cute little furry critters. Sara even sniffed at the tip of the spear she’d employed. Her eyes had dilated and her heart speed up. Her mouth had started to water, before she yanked herself away from the joy.
The experience had made Sara stop and clean the spear head off, best as she could, in the snow. She still had the blood from the actual hares but for some reason, she was more attracted to the blood on the spear. Maybe it was the fact that Sara had used the spear as a tool to kill. That she’d been so successful. She had killed eight hares. Each one she knew exactly where they had been hiding, each one she had flushed out herself, and each one hadn’t been able to hide fast enough again. Not for her.
The fire told Sara she was headed in the right direction. Even though she suspected as much as she followed her own sent that had drifted 30 feet to the side of the tracks she had taken out. The dog teams stirred as she came within their reach, and passed them, but that’s all they did. Watch her and not growl or attack. They didn’t even push her about the fact they could smell cute dead furry things.
“I believe I over did it.” Sara said carefully. Looking between Luke and Raina as she tried to decide their reaction. “But I don’t know how much you eat.” Her mutation did make Sara have to eat a lot more than others. In her eyes she was using the fact as an excuse.
“Better than an alligator, but not as well as an orangutan,”
Well that was a bit of a wide gap for specific details to be given. Sara thought as she watched Sebastian climb. He seemed less steady than she was, even though the materials of the building made things easier than a brick wall and window ledges. Sara climbed up next to him staying just below his elbow till then reached the top, incase he needed help.
Once just under the edge of the roof, Sara just hoisted herself up, and stretched across the top so she was laying on her stomach, but still had a good view of their surroundings. Her legs kicked idly in the air and she propped herself up on her elbows. “Making yourself a smaller target is a better idea in case someone does have a gun out there.” Sara told the unicorn man who apparently chose to stand up. “Plus balance.”
“Have you met those two before this trip?”
“A couple of time.” There was movement inside a tree to their right and Sara’s eyes were drawn over there, as she continued. “I met Tarin and Lee when Lee and I were escaping from the registration camps.” The thing moving the tree lib in the distance ended up being a carrot of some kind and it flew off, letting Sara’s eyes wonder again.
“I’ve had more contact with Tarin than Lee. After the camps, the next time I met Tarin, he was acting completely different. He didn’t recognize me, and he tried to kill me. He didn’t recognize me and I didn’t know what was going on that night. So I let things slide, after flooring him.” Sara still didn’t really understand why she just walked away that night. Maybe she thought that things were just her. “I ran into him again, and he didn’t even remember the experience but he was acting like he was the first time I met him, and he told me that if he ever posed a thread to me again, I should kill him.”
“I assumed Tarin was being silly in this request. So the next time I met him, I didn’t listen. I thought I could just over power him again and everything would be fine, however the next time we met, we were in time square. Tarin ended up loosing control, only this time he lost control he was covered in fire, and shooting flames every where.” Ok more information than what Sebastian had asked for, but Sara felt like she needed to make her willingness to take Tarin’s life logical. “He burned a large amount of time Square. People got hurt, and by the time I reacted, all I could do was wait for help while trying to keep him distracted.”
It had been quiet for a while compared to when the first crash reached Sara’s ears. She was just starting to wonder when another crash made the metal roof under her, hum. She stopped talking instantly, and leaned over the edge of the roof.
Someone there was movement below her and she held her breath, with her right hand hovering half way to her gun, in the air. Her lower lip slipped between her teeth and the second Sara recognized the top of Lee’s head she breathed relief. Though the blood coming from her shoulder was worrisome.
“Lee’s bleeding. Did we pack a first aid kit?” Sara asked Looking back at Sebastian as she sat up and spun her legs over the edge of the roof before dropping down so she landed into a crouch, next to Lee. “Angry reception?”
Ok. Had Sam heard everything Sara had said about this kid on the phone? Sara assumed not, now. Not after she remembered holding the phone two inches away from her ear because of the music in the back ground. (Sort of like when she held the phone away from her ear when holding to Luke and he was pissed.) Still Sara expected Sam to at least take a few hints.
“This the girl? Cute kid.”
Sara nodded as she walked around the car, and checked over her shoulder to be sure all was well with the kids and the dog.
“Didn’t even know Alex had a kid…”
“Well she didn’t want you to know so I’m showing you.” Sara crossed her arms. Come on Sam, take a few hints. “And yes. She’s an ice manipulator.. .. ..” Sara paused hoping something would sink in with out her having to practically scream it.
Sara checked over her shoulder again to be sure Chelsea was doing just want she wanted her to do, and being a distraction for the kids, before continuing. “Circe doesn’t want you to know her daughter.” Sara said in a much quieter voice. “Circe doesn’t know yet that I practically kidnapped the kid for two hours to have her meet you.. .. ..” Sara paused again hoping things would continue to sink in for Sam. “Circe had her four years ago.. .. ..”
“ I actually would jussst like to find an electric violin…I sssaw one on thisss movie and it sssound pretty cool and I already know how to play it. That and I don’t want to damage my finger tipsss.”
I never really played an instrument. Other than rubber bands I had put around a pan. Rubber bands around a pan is the extent of my musical abilities.” Sara replied making a mental note to see what she could do about an electric violin. She’d never seen one, but maybe she could still hunt one down. “I sing, but it’s just for me.” Sara’s lips sucked in and pulled up, sheepishly.
“I will try to ssstop the over the top motivation…but I am naturally an optimissst ssso no promises on the plain ole motivation,I honestly can’t help it….go team! Ssssee?”
“Right.” Sara found her bottled ice tea, popped the seal on the cap, and took a drink.
“I guessss you are sssuggesssting I actually deal with my problemssss?”
“Yes and no. I’m not all that good with family stuff. I can’t say I know what you’re going through, but I can make suggestions. Just don’t lie to your self. You’ll deal with things somehow, when you are ready.” Sara had seen things like that happen. Where the person telling the lies lost track of what was real and what wasn’t. There for loosing themselves.. .. ..
Sara’s head bowed and she crossed one leg, under the knee of the other dangling leg as she chewed and they fell into silence.
“I think I might make it a missssion to find out. And then ssshake them down for the information if necessssary.”
“I might have to help you.” Sara said with a full mouth. Forgetting her table manners for a moment. “After all. I bet the long cane can make me even scarier in a shake down.”
The thought that things had gone wrong in China scared the crap out of Sara. She had dropped Edwards off at his apartment and had miraculously avoided answering his questions about what Sara’s emergency had been. How could she explain that she agreed to work at a facility that put it’s students in danger that they were bold enough to think they thought of every possibility. They thought they had planned for anything that could have gone wrong.
On her way to the mansion, she repeatedly stopped herself from speeding through traffic. Her old brown station wagon repeatedly slowed down from the tail gating position. Other drivers glared at her, and Sara really didn’t care. She wanted to know if Katrina had heard anything and it didn’t occur to Sara that she’d be beating Katrina to the mansion and have to wait anyways.
Sara angled her brown station wagon around the gate. She took a moment to remove the locket that held her illusion, so the human for looked as though it melted away to reveal the golden blond fur. In 10 years, Sara had hardly aged. Only the fact that she now needed reading glasses hinted at the fact that time had gone by.
The locket was placed delicately inside a case, in her purse, and Sara stepped out of the car. “Hey. Has Katrina arrived yet?” She was trying to be cheerful, but it was obvious she was having trouble holding onto her emotions.
It was amazing just how much Sara’s other senses were taking over for her, after the loss of her sight. Especially the ones that were hooked into her predatory instincts. The ones that told her when someone was having a real health problem. Sara wasn’t a hunter if she didn’t have to be, but that didn’t mean these things went un noticed. The way the man made his way over to her booth, because his feet didn’t walk the way a healthy person’s feet walked. The sound of his respiratory system, and the sound of his heart when he got close enough to her to make out the muffled thump. “It’s not a problem.”
Johnny returned with the glass of water, and Sara tilted her head so that she was addressing but boy’s general direction while talking to this new comer. “You can stay till you’ve recovered enough to go back out. Or until I finish my meal.” Johnny nodded even though Sara couldn’t see it before putting her tea pot down and the cup. Each with it’s own clink against the table so Sara could hear it, before Johnny disappeared into the kitchen possibly to listen to their conversation on the other side of the wall. Johnny had developed a bad habit of eaves dropping.
“I see you are belonging to a special society...:”
Sara shrugged. There wasn’t much she had hidden from Johnny anyways. “You mean the mutant society?” Sara’s head tilted with the question.
Sara sat in the back booth patiently waiting for her tea, when someone else entered the restaurant. Sara had chosen to sit in the mane eating area, because the insulation was better against the street, inside, away from the door, and away from the back where Sara normally sat.
Sara leaned back, continuing to listen to the man’s short exchange with Johnny. The moment he asked for a glass of water, Johnny nodded being the good well trained waiter, headed straight for the back to fetch the man some water.
Sara listened to the man breath and her brow furrowed. He definitely did need something to drink but there was something else on her mind. The man either hadn’t seen her, and felt too ill to look around the restaurant properly, or he had seen her and he didn’t care. Her head tilted on that thought. So she chose to draw attention to herself and see what the man did.
“Why don’t you take a seat.” Sara instructed him. Her voice rang out through the room with the concern for his safety and the curiosity. “you sound like you’re ready to collapse, a seat would at least put you closer to the ground.”
(To answer your question, Tarin, Sara is strong enough to say she could probably lift something heavy, within reason. As long as it wasn’t a truck or something like that.)
At least Sebastian and Tarin agreed with Sara about splitting up, though taking orders was a new trick for Sara. Tarin clarified the plan taking Lee with him and based on what Sara understood about their abilities, though she knew she didn’t remember everything, she agreed with the idea. Sara had seen Tarin out of control more than once. One time he pulled a knife on her. The other he was shooting fire at her while she tried to distract him from the public.
“Oh, and if I come out of there without Lee…for any reason whatsoever…take me out as quick as possible. No questions asked.”
Sara had been scanning their surroundings as she noticed a couple of little eyes peered around the edge of a door way, only to duck behind it again, when she looked straight at them. Things like that were unnerving for her. The slightest movement or sound could be all they had for a warning of an attack and she was starting to tap into old training and scenario tests at the old lab. She shifted so she could look Tarin right in the eye. Sara gave a quick nod. “As quickly as is possible.” She padded a right pocket that rested on her thigh. The pocket bulged naturally the way it had been sewn, to her cargo pants, but Sara had altered the inside of the pocket to be a holster for her 38. as her hand patted the fabric, it moved around the handle and barrel.
Sara refused to do something about Tarin before. She tried to just tire Tarin out, and people got hurt. People got killed and adding to the spirit could here was the opposite of what they were here for.
"If that happens, incapacitate him, Do whatever it takes, don't stop until you've incapacitated him, not until he's at least unconscious and restrained. Only then come looking for me, but don't hesitate."
Sara sighed. “I’ll try to take out his legs first or something.” Sara said calmly and in her amber eyes glanced over her sun glasses into Lee’s. “However if things turn really bad.. .. I agree with Tarin.. ..” Sara didn’t like the fact that she agreed to kill someone she didn’t believe deserved to die, but if it meant worst things didn’t happen, then so be it. No matter how painful it was, sometimes not pulling the trigger was more painful.
Sara watched the couple disappeared from sight, into the building, and she sighed. “So it’s the two of us.” Sara said to Sebastian as she turned and her ears flicked back and forth to try and catch the sounds of the nature, the sounds of the people, and the sounds from inside town hall. There was a bang from the inside that made Sara jump, slightly, and crane her neck to try and listen to further commotion better. “It seems they hit Pay dirt.”
Talk inside the building continued, though Sara couldn’t make out what was being said. By the tone of voices she things hadn’t reached the stage of being out of hand. So she concerned herself with other things. She slipped her back pack off of her slender shoulders, then dropped it at her feet. “Can you climb?”
Sara got the drivers side of the door shut, with a smirk on her face. The second the door opened and Sara saw Chelsea she knew her little game with Sammy was about to continue. The boy apparently inherited his fathers competitive side, and like his father had, he enjoyed a challenge.. .. .. Maybe too much but what could Sara really say? She had just stolen a child after all.
Sara heard Sam’s “Get ‘em” as he gave permission for Chelsea to run and that gave her maybe a second to locate her godson before.. .. .. There he was. The movement of Sammy’s shadow on the ground told Sara exactly where he was as her ind ran the calculations with the rest of the surrounding shadows, added that to the sound of his greeting that she heard, and her head made the instant adjustments.
"AUNT SARA!!!”
Sara grinned. Her knees bent before he pushed off backwards, spinning with her own momentum so she was facing the charging Samy at the last possible second. Her tail acting as a rutter as she caught Sammy in a hug, and her tail, unseen thanks to the allusion, spun once, while her body did a half circle around his so her legs were going to land first, on the ground, into a kneeling position, with Sammy held a few inches off of the grass. And then there was super Chelsea who Sara pushed one hand towards for her to lick, rather than risk getting dog saliva on her face. Katrina’s illusion made Sara look and feel normal, but that didn’t change how dog saliva felt on fur. Even loveable dog saliva. Mean while Chelsea could hardly keep herself still as her tail wagged so hard, her whole body went into the motion.
“you’re getting faster.” Sara told Sammy as she gave him a quick squeeze, with one arm while the other scratched, carefully the back of Chelsea’s head. The dog turned and bumped her side against Sara’s knee with enough weight to make her adjust her balance so that the knee that she was starting to push off of the ground was put back down. Thus the power of super dog.
“Oh you’re getting strong though.” Sara said as she let Say go, then stood to dust herself off. She motioned for Big Sam to come over to the ‘barrowed’ car, and opened to door for Airyn. “Sammy. This is Airyn. Airyn, this is Sammy.” Sara started the introductions. “And Airyn, that man over there,” Sara leaned over so she could point Sam out through the window. “That is the Sam I talked to on the phone, and told you about. I need to talk to him, but while I do, I bed Sammy would show you how to make his dog do some tricks.”
Sara continued following Lutz, who she continued making sure followed Shawn. She continued feeling quite smug with herself and happy with her ability to not only get her own bad practices rewarded, but apparently get other people’s bad deeds rewarded as well. “room, board, stuff to eat, and a safe place to sleep doesn’t sound too bad, while you repair the wall.”
Sara then addressed Shawn. “You’ve got my cell phone number right? I should get going for tonight, but feel free to drop a line. Let me know how he’s doing.”
The 15 minute drive went by fast. As Sara expected, the child had no idea yet, of her connection to the man she was about to be introduced that way. Sara wasn’t sure how she was about to handle that, but somehow, she hoped that she didn’t have to be the one to tell the child and explain everything. There was of course that slim chance that she wasn’t Sam’s child. She could have committed a kidnapping for no reason.
Periodically, Sara checked the rear view mirror to be sure that Airyn was alright, because she was being entirely too quiet. However nothing seemed to be the matter with her. Unlike when Sara’s student got really quiet, Airyn was perfectly behaved. Alexandra certainly had brought her up well mannered.
Sara pulled up to the x-mans’ Mansion. The ignition was turned off, and Sara unbuckled her seat belt. Then checked the mansion door on the other side of the gate, looking for Sam and Sammy.
Sara sighed. “Well I guess you could learn electric guitar now.” She let Koga go on a short time while she chewed on a very tasty pot sticker.
“I mean it isss their lossss right? and if they are willing to cassst me out then, I will not bother to focusss on it. Jussst move forward.”
Sara’s chewing paused as she let Koga continue. It didn’t sound like he was really ready to face the fact that his family saw his mutation manifestation as a dead to their boy. Sara thought it was a tragedy. Had she known family like that, she wouldn’t know how to deal with it. Maybe that is how some mutants dealt with it. To pretend that it actually didn’t matter to them.
Sara let Koga finish what he had to say about his offer to help and about the wanting to have less work for the mansion, and she found the recycling the bottles as an odd analogy for the way Koga struck her on this first conversation. He wanted to make things easier. Easier for the loss of his parents and for Sara with the loss of her sight, that everyone kept telling her was temporary and to use this experience. While the thoughts were welcomed, they didn’t get rid of the actual problem. To clean a glass, it takes a dab of soap. Maybe 30 seconds to scrub it, if the person had rinsed it out after drinking from it. Recycling a bottle was easier in the dirty dishes department but after that, recycling required more work. You needed someone who actually would take the bottle to be recycled, then machines to count, bags to pack them, trucks to move the bags, gas to move the trucks, and employees to gas the trucks and drive them.
Recycling was a good thing, but washing a cup was so much more simpler.
“Koga. Stop the motivational stuff.” Sara said simply. “It’s ok to miss something or someone. Just avoiding saying that you miss something isn’t going to make what ever pain there is there, go away. No matter if it’s a person, and what they’ve done.” Sara wasn’t raising her voice. She had wanted to, but that’s whey she waited a moment. She liked Koga so far, even if he tried to take the easy way out. Typical kid. “I miss my sight, and there is a very good chance I won’t get it back. At the same time, you’re right. I do recognize an opportunity to learn a new skill, when I see it. After this, if I get my sight back, I’ll be a force to recon with, in the dark.” Sara’s face pulled into a smile. “only time will tell with that. Until then, don’t bottle things inside by belittling what you had. You’ll blow up.”
The tips of Sara’s chop sticks tapped together as she finished talking. She plucked another pot sticker off of the plate, then into her mouth. “These are good. I don’t know who made them but maybe if we found out we could get the recipe.”
Quiet was not the word of the day. Sara knew quiet and in New York city the definition was impossible to find. The problem with finding a quiet place became even more apparent about a week in a half ago, when Sara had lost her eye sight to a gun happy x-cop with a vindictive side. Without her sense of sight as a distraction, Sara noticed all of the other noises even more.
There wasn’t a street that Sara didn’t hear the sound of cars honking. Even though she had become adapted to holding her head so that she didn’t look up into people’s faces or let her tail get stepped on in crowds, people were still every where. Literally tail gating Sara as she just tried to stretch her legs. But people not seeing what she was, and accidentally bumping into her, was better than the alternative, Sara thought as she wound her way down a familiar street. Based off of the smells from the sewer, the amount of car exhaust, and the businesses set up to sell phone, she guessed she was getting close to the monorail stand. More noise.
Sara sighed. At least her getting closer to the monorail, meant she was also getting closer to a place that she could sit down and eat. Dragon Inn was a place where she’d normally eaten every day. For the first time in a long time, it had been a week since she had been there. She only called Johnny, a week ago, to let him know she was alright, and that she had lost her sight.
Johnny was the youngest son, of the family that owned Dragon Inn. He was 16, now, and worked in his family’s restaurant as what ever they needed at the moment. Dish washer, delivery boy, cashier, and waiter. On the week days, between school and dinner hours, the boy could be seen in the back with one of his text books stretched out on the counter, next to the sink where he washed dishes.
Sara had her own table in the back, where most of the patrons didn’t visit, with the exception of Slate, but today she was blind, and she was growing not to care anymore about the way people looked at her. If Johnny’s family would let her, she would sit at the back of the main room, with her long white cane.
It was the last twenty feet that became the hardest for Sara. The smell of a hot dog stand mingled with the fine Chinese restaurant, and there was a lunch crowd gathered around the take out window. Several times, the long white cane Luke had given Sara tapped into people’s feet, and she redirected where she was walking until she made it to the window, and Johnny came out to take Sara by the elbow, and guide her through the front door, then he started guiding her to her usual table in the back room.
“Johny, if it’s alright I’d like to eat in hear.” Sara said as she stopped and the skinny olive skinned boy was pulled to a halt that made his hole frame jerk, but looked like he hardly touched Sara, as she stood still.
“But the other custoers…”Johnny started before Sara cut him off.
“You’re mother doesn’t officially open the dining room for another two hours, and now is just the lunch crowd from the surrounding businesses and schools. Almost no one is going to be in here, and if they are, they can just deal with it.” Sara told Johnny who nodded, while forgetting that Sara couldn’t see him. Then lead her to a normal booth, at the back of the dining room and helped her find a place where no one would trip on the long while cane. “Thank you, Johnny. I’ll start with some hot tea.”
Airyn started to get relaxed again, witch was both a relief to Sara and a worry to her. The girl wasn’t supposed to relax when she didn’t know what was going on. Sara wasn’t quite sure what was running through the child’s head, but at least she wasn’t panicking and accidentally using her powers. So their travels would be safe.
Sara smiled and turned back around in her seat. She buckled herself back in, and started driving to the x-men’s mansion. On the way, she did another bad influence thing. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Sam’s number.
“Sam. I have a surprise for you. She’s Circe’s daughter, she manipulates ice, and we’ll be at the mansion in 15 minutes.”
