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.
Luke said the words before Sara really knew she had actually been successful in her fly catching. Her ears flicked again as she started trying to focus on the second fly’s movement. “That was a really odd sensation with my hearing.” Sara told Luke. “It was like I was tracing where the fly had been, in my head.” Was that how listening to a target worked? Sara was trying to repeat the process in her head, with the second fly. She was trying to focus on drawing out a path, but her path wasn’t matching what her ears were telling her.
She swung a little more wildly at the second fly, as Luke talked. Her confidence from catching the first fly disappeared fast and she open ‘growl’ Of frustration. Something Sara hardly ever did. Make a sound that represented her animal half. She tried to act as human as she possibly could. Sara was so used to getting things physically right and near perfect the first time. Failing was hard.
---- your brain will still know the process even after you vision returns."
Sara stopped her insane batting at the last fly. The path wasn’t showing up in her head again and what she could visualize, was showing up on the other side of her head, from where her ears were telling her the fly was located. “Luke,.. I don’t think My vision is coming back.” Sara didn’t like giving up, but as the time ticked by it just meant more and more that she shouldn’t get her hopes up. “I’ve spent a life time learning about my body. Broken bones heal completely in a few hours. Sometimes less if the break’s clean, but I also know it’s possible to leave me with a scar. I’ve had two, from extended and repeated burns.” Scars that each took months for Sara to gain. “This loss of sight is probably due to another, that’s just on the inside.”
Sara’s head tilted, as she stared straight a head. “It’s also why I can’t just let myself quit. I’ll go crazy.” Sara’s hand rose again so that it was held right in front of her face. She started working on a different tactic. The fly circled three times and when the sound came from right in front of her nose, she could feel the air push the fur on her wrist. With every circle, she moved her hand out closer and closer to the fly’s circle. She snatched at it only to miss and repeat the process 4 more times, before she flicked her wrist out to the side a head of the fly to head it off. Her fingers closed aroud the insect, making a hollow cave in her palm and digits where the fly continued to buzz.
Ok so the name Jenny wasn’t hers, but at least she knew to respond with it. Sara’s jaw tightened against the pain she was feeling with the metal that was still in her body. “Would you prefer a different name?”
"So what's a nice kitty like you doing with so much metal in her person?"
Sara snarled. At the new pain that was making it’s way to the center of her body. Starting at where her wounds had originated. She kept herself from just crying out in the pain, but this needed to stop. Sara needed rest and the more Jenny pushed the metal bits in her body, the more internal injuries Sara received.
Sara’s knees buckled and she sank to the ground. As if her body had melted. Her hand slid across the side walk till she found a stone, closing her fingers around it. She began focusing on where Jenny’s voice was coming from. Much like Luke had been trying to teach her in the Dangerous room. Jenny’s breathing, Jenny’s heart beat. Anything that she could use to tell where Jenny was standing.
Then swiftly, Sara’s arm whipped up, and she threw the stone straight for what she hoped was, Jenny’s head.
Sara’s ears had flattened just before Luke had stopped swinging his staff. The chalange he presented her next, Sara didn’t know what to think of. “Well at least they’re not going in my hears.” She mumbled.
Sara lean against the cane as the danger room made it’s flies, and they started circling her head. Luke gave his directions and Sara sighed. “Did you really have to choose something this annoying?”
A moment or two went by, and Sara was actually trying to do what Luke said. She could hear the flies and she was getting an idea of the space that was between herself and the insects. Then something odd happened. Her mind traced the paths that both flies were taking as if Sara were looking at a 3D road map in her head.
Sara took one step backwards so that her head walked right through the constant paths the flies were cutting, and the lit up. It caused Sara to stumble back another step in shock, and she lost the map. Mean while she could still hear the flies continue their assault on her nerves. “Odd….” Sara started focusing on the sound again, but the 3D map in her head didn’t come back.
Ok so batting… Sara moved her hand once without success and felt stupid like a kitten. The fly circled again, and Sara followed it’s pattern it had made in her head. At the last second she snapped her fingers around the insect.
Sara leaned forward a little on the cane. Again it felt odd. This hole thing felt odd. Sara chose to give it a shot anyways. For now.
At first Sara just crossed her arm. Holding the cane lightly under one arm. She heard enough to know Luke’s sonar was closer than it had been a moment ago, but it wasn’t over whelming her like it had in the past. She wasn’t exactly sure what Luke was going to do at first. Her ears flicked a the staff moved by her the first time, and she actually flinched. Sara took a step backwards to catch her balance, away from the general direction of the staff. Ok so focusing…
The staff rose and fell for a moment while the two were completely silent. Sara was sort of starting to understand it’s rhythm. Everything had a pattern that she started to focus on as well to try and make herself think about things less. She could hear her own heart, that had started beating harder against her throat for the moment she’d shyed away from Luke’s staff. Then there was the grass and trees that clapped so fast in fake wind, they sounded like water. Luke’s heart was steady, slowly increasing because he started using his arms to move the staff, and he wanted her to focus on just the staff… The tip of her tail whipped back and forth as she began to grow annoyed. Something Luke might notice as the tail went in and out of his sonar range.
“Luke… I know it’s there, in front of me, but that’s it.” Sara sighed. Her ears flicked back and forth again as the staff passed her face, again.
Sara had watched people on the street a lot. When it came to the blind, she had noticed the way they carried their canes that was so different from someone who needed a cane to walk with. Luke’s sonar left her and disappeared from her range. She tested the cane the correct way for a moment. She let it sweep across once to the right then once to the left before bringing it back in. Felt awkward and stupid. Sara didn’t like doing things that brought attention to herself and her looks were bad enough. Her looks with a cane might be asking for future trouble.
"Tell me... exactly how sensitive is your hearing? What's the faintest sound that you can make out?"
Sara was silent for a moment. She’d brought the cane bake to it’s vertical position right in front of her, so the end was right between her toes. She could actually hear quite a bit. Especially when Luke’s sonar stopped getting in her way. “Past the sounds the dangerous,.. Danger room is making to make it sound like we’re outside I hear the electric hum of the machines that make it happen. If I were closer to you, I could hear your pulse.” That is if Luke wasn’t buzzing in her ears already.
Sara should be asking Luke for help with her own problems at the moment. The fact that it had been almost an entire day and her sight hadn’t come back yet was probably a bad thing. Doc Prof said she needed to give her body time, and she needed to rest, but Sara knew her body. She knew how long it took simple cuts to disappear. Paper cuts were normally gone before she had time to move the paper away. Burns melted away in minutes. Broken bones knitted in a matter of minutes, and in a few hours those were completely healed. So why wasn’t her sight back yet?
Sara sensed Luke was done for now, and she wished his training would continue for another hour. Maybe longer because he was right. Sara wasn’t ready to face the fact that she might be permanently blind.
“It’s too bad we never know when the crap will hit the fan around here. It would be nice to know exactly how many sonic attacks you can make without running out of power, and how weakened your sonar can get before you actually try to use this ability and need it. While the time it takes you to make a blast is annoying, not having the ability at all is more concerning.” Luke had so many new possibilities to look for with this power. Sara has having more trouble finding hers than when she had dropped her cane and had to find it. Sara lifted the cane and let it drop vertically through her fingers, so that it thumped the ground. Then repeated the process. So the end thumped between her toes again.
“I suppose I’m not much of a contender anymore, huhh…” Sara began walking back towards the door. “How do you do this anyways?”
Sara waited patiently as the buzz from Luke’s sonar left her and the time when it would sound again, against the dummy. He went way past the 5 seconds she had instructed, but this was his experiment. He was the one to feel when the sonar was right and feel things through. It was a good thing.
"It worked but it's still different. Having to focus that long on accessing it would be deadly in a fight."
“Baby steps, Luke” Sara said. She was finally starting to drop that edge. It was hard to hold up that front when she was standing there with out her own way of moving around. Especially when by saying Baby steps, she was taking away something she said about power growths.
Sara let the silence fill the room for another set of seconds. Choosing to let Luke continue to think about how his power had been triggered while she continued to shuffle about slowly running her toes along the grass. She heard Luke’s sonar go off again and her head tilted at the first ding, that the cane made she changed directions before it hit the ground though the sound it made confirmed where she knew it would land. A foot away, she bent, swept her hand across the handle, and scooped it up.
“When my mutation was changed, I had to learn how to walk, again, on a new pair of legs.” Just one of the many curve balls Sara knew about and dwelled on. This time with her own new handicap reminded her of back then. “Luke, you’re not only aiming blasts, you’re getting them off now, Although I worry about what might happen to a student if they try to get under your skin as much as I know I can.”
"Uh... Sara... I, uh, my sonar isn't scanning as far as it was. I've lost a good ten feet or something."
"And I'm at least thirty feet down with my max range."
“Well that will put a damper on training.” Sara mumbled. Her ears flicked back again, as Luke extended his range. Not completely pinned but back. “It might be like developing a muscle.”
The Cane was out of Sara’s hands and there was the sound of a link fence clinking together, as Sara s realization of how much trouble she was in clicked. Sara pushed herself in the opposite direction, and started following the side of the wall the other way.
Still Sara wasn’t fast enough. She felt sharp pains in her stomach, and other pains pressed in her right knee, shoulders, back, and chest as all the bullets and a batch of metal shards thanks to Kaz, had made themselves very apparent. Sara hit the chain linked wall that had flipped around her, in front. The bits that were inside her pulled against her body, and started burrowing themselves into her highly developed muscles. Barbed wire rested, and pressed past her fur on the out side. Sara stubbornly moved back two steps and things pulled on the inside. Sara was definitely getting internal injuries.
The pain made Sara’s teeth grit tight together. Her head pulled back and her lips pressed against her jaw muscles. Ears pinned against the back of her head. Sara’s breathed in and coughed. He arms folded across her body as if pressing against where it hurt would help, the way it had helped when she first received the metal bit, and her shoulders began to spasm off and on. Every few seconds. “Jenny. Right.”
Did Sara think she was pushing Luke hard emotionally? Yes, but she hadn’t just started shouting things about his mother first thing. She’d tried lighter subjects. It had build up to his mother. There for that was the softest subject that worked. Despite the way Sara was still acting, the moment Luke hit her with the blast, she could have given him a hug and a kiss. On the cheek of course. It’s what he had just proven.
"I might thank you when it's all over. Then again I might not."
“Don’t!” There. The command to not thank her was simple enough. She didn’t want thanks. Not for this.
Luke brought up a target dummy, and Sara started shuffling her feet slowly, back and forth across the grass, in search of her cane. She didn’t realize how stranded she’d feel without the thing. Unbeknown to her, she started looking in the wrong direction. The cane had landed 15 feet away from her in a different direction, but she wasn’t asking Luke for help. It was like with the sink in the infirmary. She’d found sinks hundreds of times before. The same went for things she dropped.
"It wasn't as strong. I wonder if it weakens the more I use it with recharging."
Sara paused. Her ears flicked forward from being pinned on that thought. “Possible. You did used to get uncomfortable when you’d hold your sonar back for me. Could be like a muscle.” She stopped for a moment in search of her cane, in thought of what she’d felt and heard, compared to what she had heard this second time around.
Sara’s first experience with meeting Luke, she remembered his voice changing in the conversation at the sushi restaurant. He’d become uncomfortable while trying to make Raina, Duke, and herself feel more at ease. Sara’s senses gave her a different insight than most, on Luke’s mutation. It gave her an advantage in helping.
“Bring up a second test dummy.” Sara instructed. “Leave the first out, but put the second in the same place.” They were going to do a comparison experiment based on what Luke had just said, and her basic understanding of his abilities. “Hold your sonar back completely for 5 seconds, then do it again!” Even though Sara was continuing to help, and there was a half smirk on her face, she kept her voice callused. She hadn’t expected Luke to be able to perform a second sonic blast so quickly. He deserved a pat on the back, but Sara wasn’t going to drop the abrasive nature she’d picked up if it was getting results for him.
Sara smirked at Streak’s answer then added one of her own. “See this nose?” Sara pointed to her own face and her tail flicked back and forth behind her heals. “If Streak can’t find you, all he has to do is call my cell phone. I’m better than a team of blood hounds, and I don’t tire.”
Sara was picking up on the expression to Streak’s face little by little. She was rather proud of herself for this tactic of teaching the boy Lutzy and proud that she probably saved him for a major trip to get fixed up. She was staying long enough to make sure he would be treated fairly yet still have to work, and based on what Sara was seeing, she was pleased.
Sara listened to Streak go through the speech for the school, as they approached the shed. Once there, she couldn’t help but admire how it seemed things were trying to change at the mansion, to become more prepared. There was a time when Sara had been looking for a place to discover where she stood. She still may not know where she stood, but there was a comfort she had found in her own way of life that kept her on the move. Officially she had never chosen a side. She had allies everywhere, and the same went for enemies. This kid was going to either love her, or hate her.
I have found out very last minute that I am house sitting, dog sitting, cleaning, and getting paid to do all that for a friend. She has an elderly dog, plus two other dogs, three cats, two birds, and a lizard I'm caring for all week. I'm staying at the house to help the elder dog around when she needs it. *Already rescued her from the couch this morning.*
My friend has internet and has told me I can use it, but I forgot the pass word, and even though she told me I could use her computer, I just don't feel right doing that. So it's likely you won't see much of my or till next week.
Oops. Sara felt one foot hit the bone of the hip and the other hit the part that Raina might notice an injury too. Good thing she pulled her claws back. Sorry Raina.
Sara felt Luke’s sonar change and her ears pinned back. Luke uttered the great B word that he had held back from calling Sara on a few occasions, and that’s when she knew she was pushing him right. Though just how right didn’t become apparent till Luke’s sonar pitch changed and all Sara had time to do was brace herself.
Sudenly the idea of having Luke aim his blast at her, didn’t seem all that bright. The hit came and Sara felt her body flip back. Thankful she’d kept the low pose at the beginning. It made the landing shorter and allowed her to get low once her body had finished the first flip so that she was facing the ground.
“**** that packs a punch.” Sara grunted between clenched teeth. She sat there for a second checking herself. She propped herself up on one knee and one hand while her other hand checked her ribs. Luke could have cracked one with the force that thing had. Sara realized that some where in the process, she’d lost track of her cane, as her hand ran across one part of her ribs that still chose to be tender.
“I’ll mention your mother again if you don’t use your blast again. Figure out what you did and do it again! Preferably in another direction but if you need a target…” Sara opened her arms mockingly and inviting.
If Sara didn’t think Luke would see the expression on her face, through his sonar, She’d smile. Not because she was hurting him, but he was getting worked up. Hopefully when the blast came, he wouldn’t be so worked up that she couldn’t get him to think about how the blast came about.
The strike she made with the cane vibrated up the shaft to her hands and she didn’t really know she smacked Luke on the head with it. It wasn’t a hit she intended on being hard, but it did the trick to drill into Luke’s emotions even more. And he was retaliating. Sara sensed some sort of attack, but could do nothing as her legs, and cane where knocked out from under her and she fell sideways onto her hip and elbow. Grass was definitely a good choice to have in the danger room right now. The fake ground had some give to it. Falling still hurt, but not as much as it would on the metal floor.
“Oh I’ve lived through quite a lot. Remember, I just successfully lived through being shot in the head.” Sara pushed herself back on the ground as Luke had finished, so that she was supported by her elbows. Her legs curled towards her chest as she slid the cane across the ground till it bumped Luke’s feet. Then she aimed both legs to kick out with her toes curled back to avoid snagging Luke with her claws. With Luke’s height, she was trying to aim for his mid section but with out being able to see, Sara wasn’t sure.
“How about this thought. Did your mother tell you that you were blind, or did she think you wouldn’t be able to figure it out. Did she try to explain color to you, thinking you wouldn’t notice, or did the kids on the play ground?”
If the wind had been blowing the right way, Sara would have known exactly who was following her, when she first started being followed. She’d also know based on that information, exactly how much trouble she was potentially in. Not only did Sara get shocked by the other black eyed blond, she watched her hover an entire car. A powerful mutation.
So it did come as a bit of a surprise when her cane started to attack her. One minute it’s being a nice cane. One that was helping her, and then all of a sudden *WAP!* It looked like Sara started thumping herself on the head. Sara let go of the cane, trying to throw it aside, but the thing didn’t let it’s self get thrown.
Instead she ducked and covered her head with her arms. She ended up backing herself into the brick wall in the process. Ok so this was one of two mutants, Asuming there was metal in the cane. Sara really should have asked Luke what the thing was made of.
One mutant, Sara met a year ago. He was tall and build like a tank, and he liked Sara. He even sculpted a metal statue of her in front of the Sanctuary. The other mutant was more likely to attack Sara. The blond Sheila, Jenny.
