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 handed off her purse and just as Sara expected, the girl hadn’t taken it too nicely. The thank you meant nothing as the purse was snatched out f Sara’s hand. “You’re welcome, kid.”
Sara had followed, half way out of curiosity, half way because this James was still too new to her to fully be on her list of trusted people. Nothing personal, just Sara had trust issues and she wasn’t handing a girl off, that she had just saved, to a possible murderer. Even if the girl had an obvious opinion about the way mutants should act.
“History does repeat it’s self doesn’t it.” She said simply giving James a nudge with her elbow as she sat on the bench. “You ask a question I consider rhetorical, Chelsea.” Sara leaned back against the bench and her tail draped over the side. “You see news stories where dogs bite people but are all dogs bad? You see human’s killing human’s the same way. People have a reason for their actions. Here’s what I find funny. You were attacked by humans, you were saved by mutants, and you tell us we are bad. Ok fine. We’re evil. Think what ever you want but at least let yourself see the facts that are around you.”
(Permission to do a time jump to the mansion or what ever you want Luke. I really don’t have much to type till the hole in Sara’s head heals more.)
Luke pressed against the hole in Sara’s head and Sara’s body gave an involuntary shudder. Her head pushed back and a breath of air could be heard hissing into the back of her throat. Her fingers twitched, and her eyes fluttered.
On the outside, no one was home. Sara’s mind an memories starting working but things were still so scattered that even in her own head she was disoriented. She thought she heard Luke’s voice on the phone but that was the only thought was the recognizing. It soon drifted away like the rest of the things Sara just wasn’t aware of.
Sara leaned back while watching the muggers. A light chuckle came from her mouth as she watched the muggers scramble and start to get away. They’d have to lick their wounds for a while before they’d be able to even lift a finger against another young woman, without thinking of Sara. Broken arms and ribs don’t exactly heal over night. Well… not for most people.
“My names Sara.” She offered realizing she had requested the man’s name without giving her own. “I’ll get the purse and catch up.”
Sara jogged back to where the girl had been attacked. The men were still running into each other but they had made some progress down the other side. Sara could call the police, but the fact that the men were the ones headed off limping, there wouldn’t be enough evidence to hold them. Plus the girl didn’t exactly have the best of eye sight… Apparently…
The feline scooped up the purse, and an empty coke can. The can was chucked at the last man’s head, and the purse was carried back to it’s owner.
Sara staid out of arms length. She was close enough she could do something if she chose to help again, but far enough away that she was taking the pressure off of the teen. She kept looking between James, and the men in the alley way.
"Okay, sorry?"
Sara raised an eye brow again the next tie she glanced at James. Why exactly was he apologizing? He had nothing really to be sorry for. Sara didn’t intend to be apologized to and the fact that he kept being so courteous made her feel like she was brow beating him. Sara leaned back against a brick wall as she looked back at the men, listening as James asked the girl if she’d been hurt at all. If she had, Sara still had fun to have with the muggers, but the girl seemed to be more interested in asking questions than answering the ones if she was ok.
"Are you going to help too?"
“Only if I think you need it.” Sara replied. Her attention nodding back to the group of Neanderthal muggers. “Don’t worry. You’re Safe.” There Sara was helping.
Sara lay there. She was still out and even with her healing ability trying to save her, she wasn’t going to be able to just wake up and be fine, just because someone told her not to die. The fact of the matter was Sara didn’t have a choice in dieing or not dieing. In her current condition she wasn’t even aware of the options.
Look was searching for a pulse and the only movement Sara’s body made was from Luke’s search. There was a beat so light, it could easily be missed at first. The beat was slowly growing stronger, to the extent that it was painful to strain and feel it. Her breaths were growing as well. Sara wouldn’t be out of danger, just because her body was healing, but her body was a lot like her. Apparently it didn’t just give up.
Sara was rocking back and forth heal to toe. Indeed this boy had done something that Streak had all the rights to beat him up over but violence, had violent out comes. The boy made a mistake and Sara saw this as a learning experience. To learn best, you have to make a lot of mistakes.
Sara got an odd sort of smirk across her face again, as Shawn went on to explain that Lutz didn’t just blow up the wall but part of his security system. Sara whistles. “Wow you messed up more than I thought you did.” She teased.
"Thanks Sara. You can stay and have some fun if you'd like."
“I might just take you up on that.” Sara said as she started following Streak who had started leading Lutz to the tools. “It’s not every day I get to help you guys with your security. Was sort of fun.”
It’s not called a kick start for nothing. The kick Rupert gave Sara caused air to move in her longs and stimulated her heart. Once new air entered her lunges and her heart was kicked into a beat, it pushed the blood flow and oxygen to stimulate the part of Sara’s brain that told her healing to keep going. Things may have seemed silent and still for Rupert after his kick. Sara’s heart didn’t take another beat till her the healing part of her brain told repaired the part that told her vital organs to work.
Sara’s heart started as a mumble. Then a small breath. Shallow movement started in her chest. Then the blood stopped flowing from her head. The wond didn’t start closing but what was inside started to repair it’s self.
Sara was actually having a productive day. There were two perps off t the street because of her, and their bounties were tucked away in her pocket, waiting to be turned in for the cash part of her reward. But first, A drink. With Sara’s healing factor, Alcohol did nothing for her, but herbal tea left a calming taste in her mouth.
Sara eased her car around the corner of the street. The car was like it’s driver. Nothing special about her on the out side. The brown station wagon had a nice wax finish, and when you got up close, you could admire the fact the that there was no rust or dents. Sara had spent an hour the other day, scrubbing the mud off of the wheel wells and making the finish glisten, but aside from the clean outsides, the brown color blended in with almost any surrounding Sara could imagine.
Sara had an un interesting outside as well. Her friend Katrina had designed an illusion that Sara could wear, that made her look like a normal human. Blond hair fell loose around her shoulders, that was actually her own blond hair, but her feline fur, and features were covered by a human mask, of sorts. Her skin was pail with a slight tan. Sara’s illusionary ears were pierced, and held silver hoops, and her tail was made invisible. As Slade had found out a few months back when he tried to rescue her by giving her the fastest pick up she had ever had, and her tail had ended up getting stuck in his back seat.
Sara turned her car into a parking spot, and after that Sara rose out of her car. A brief case tucked under her right arm containing a mix of FTA files, and English papers that still needed grading. Sara pushed the café door open just as little Airyn was showing off her ice abilities to the man in shining car. That was sort of cute. She gave Slade a wave just before she turned to the counter and ordered her tea, but things about the child’s ice ability didn’t click until Sara turned back around and saw her mother.
One eye brow rose and Sara’s head tilted. That was interesting. She walked over to a table right next to theirs and set her drink down, then her brief case. “What A lovely daughter you have.” .. .. .. That Sara didn’t remember Sam mentioning. “Hi Slade.” She grinned. “May I ask if you’ve decided on a school for her?”
Sara couldn’t believe this girl. Big guy was right the girl was a truly evil girl. Sara lifted her feet when the girl kicked at her, but the feline hadn’t exactly been fast enough to avoid getting vomit splattered on her fur. Vomit… on her Fur… That was hell to get out. It wasn’t like Sara could just take her fur off and send it to the dry cleaners. She might as well shave her legs because scrubbing was not going to get rid of the icky sensation that was climbing through the follicles, soaking into her skin and up her leg.
And the smell…
Sara glared at the other girl, and spun the pool cue in her left hand. She started taking quick steps after the other girl when her date got in Sara’s way. Baaaaad move buddy… Sara steadied her temper as he asked her the question and Sara gave her the answer she knew. “According to my friend, your girl took a large amount of his money, zapped him in the shower, and left him to die with nothing but a towel.” Sara’s right hand shot up and she used the tips of her index finger and middle finger to shove at a pressure point just under Jacen’s arm pit, next to his chest to get him away from her.
Next it was a hop over the pool table. Mid way through the air, Sara picked up one of the pool balls and checked it at Lori’s head. “Hey you!” She yelled as she took to running steps to catch up to the other girl who had covered her legs with vomit, and tried to give her a black eye.
"It's no problem really, I didn't do half the things you did."
“Sara shrugged keeping her expression neutral. This wasn’t really the most comfortable of situations for her. “Don’t do that.” Sara said lightly. “The hole thanking thing. They had Guns. They posed a threat.” She hated moments like these. The girl that had pulled away from her guidance, was a much more familiar reaction for Sara to deal with. There. Right there was what people were supposed to do.
He held out a hand to offer her a shake, and Sara would have taken it if the girl hadn’t of collided right with him. It gave her the opportunity to put her hands back in her pocket and start walking down the street. Hopefully taking the stress off of the stressed out girl.
"Uh..."
He was looking to her for help and Sara shrugged her shoulders. “Hey, She’s freaked by me. Don’t blame her after that situation.” Her head nodded back to the muggers that were just starting to try to move and try to get up. “Don’t blame her.”
" I have no money now but I can get some, I am very good at my line of work."
Sara raised a furry eye brow. A follow thief? Well that just made sense as to why he was saying something about stealing food. He continued on about who he should steal the money from and she pulled his ear towards her. Resisting the urge to twist her fingers around the pressure point there. “To let you off that easy wouldn’t be any fun for me, and it wouldn’t teach you any lessons.”
Shawn answered the door almost as soon as Sara had hit the bell. Witch meant either he stood there just waiting for someone to ring the bell or the more likely reason was, he’d watched the hole thing. That thought sort of made Sara’s nose darken into a slight blush. “Nice new Look.” Sara nodded to all the wicked looking blades that came out from Shawn’s body.
“Hey Sara. Who’s the delinquent who trashed the wall?”
“Meet your new personal slave.” Sara said quite proudly, despite the color change happening on the fleshy area of her nose. “He hasn’t given me a name yet, but I think ‘Hey you’ works just fine.” She shoved the boy forward so he was now between herself and streak, and she finally let go of his ear. “He seems to think paying for the wall can be done after he steal the cash too.” Sara crossed her arms. Like she really wanted the thieving competition. Let alone another thief out there who steals from the wrong people.
Sara leaned forward now that the boy had a chance to take in all the pointy things coming off of her big shiny friend. “Told ya you were lucky with me.” The tip of her tail flicked happily behind her heals.
Physically Sara didn’t feel a thing. Emotionally, well,.. That’s what caused her to be stupid in the first place. Wasn’t it. There were things that hurt much worst than getting stabbed. Luckily for Sara, getting shot in the head wasn’t one of them.
Sara’s ear didn’t even have time to flinch from the sound of the gun, when she was gone. Her body just sort of collapsed on it’s self in an awkward heap. From one side her head, her hair acted like a paint brush, painting the sidewalk with blood and seeping brain matter. On the other side stared a head. The pupils of her golden amber eyes had contracted into tight slits. The last of the air that was trapped in Sara’s, body hissed out through her neck that had twisted it’s self into an angle that was only found comfortable by those that had no reason to care about comfort.
Sara smiled at his question. Without warning she grabbed for his ear, intending to drag him, by the ear as they walked. “Those two things will be quite extensive. Believe me.” Sara said a she started to talk the boy to the mansions front door. Using his ear as a leash.
“You see rebuilding the wall also includes paying for the repair and I bet you have no money.” She grinned. They got closer to the door of the mansion and Sara looked up at the security camera that she could see, using her free hand that wasn’t walking the boy, to give a friendly wave at who ever was watching the security monitors. Then She rang the door bell.
That was odd. The moment Sara spoke up and asked her question, the man at the end of the alley back up and covered his ears. Ok Sara knew that body language all too well. Though she didn’t think she spoke that loud. Sara made a mental note to keep her voice lower.
The man’s eyes were another story. She sort of wondered if they were like hers in that they reflected light or if they actually had their own glow.
"My name is James Kyte, I don't mean any harm, lady. I heard her plea, and I just wanted to help."
Right, the muggers… “Thanks.” Sara called out, sounding a bit awkward as she moved to finished off the thread. She was a blur of motion as she pushed off of the wall, leaving the girl there, and slammed her palm into the temple of the closest man. His head bounced off of the brick wall and he went down. The next was tripped as Sara spun, Smacking the net in the sternum so his breath hissed out. A broken arm, a dislocated shoulder, and a set of cracked ribs later, and Sara was guiding the teen out of the alley way.
The girl was still shaken and part of that might be because she now realized that there was this giant cat creature with claws and teeth, that was holding her shoulder to guide her. Help or no help. The moment the two girls were bathed in the light from the street, the younger girls steps quickened, and she scrambled head first into James. “You’re welcome” Sara called after her.
Sara was walking away and Rupert was walking away, and this conversation was over. So why was Sara finding it harder to make her feet walk and keep walking. She bit her lower lip and glared at the side walk. She spun around and stalked back to the path Rupert had taken.
No!
Sara felt the mental leash she kept herself on tighten and just as fast as she had spun around, she stopped. Glaring into the dark and willing her feet to just turn around. Because it was stupid to follow. She knew anything she said wasn’t going to change anything. By now, the man would either disagree with her, because he was obviously cozy in his own mind set, or he’d find another source for ignoring her. At the same time, she couldn’t ignore what he just said.
"Him or you,"
He hadn’t been there, he didn’t know how much stronger crazy mad men could be than her.
"What the hell use are those powers of yours if you still think like that?”
Sara had been asking that her entire life. Her jaw tightened and she wondered when she hadn’t thought like that in some way. Them or me had been a fraise that described the story of her life, but she where at the break out, it was her life or Scyth’s the past had been they keep a couple of bucks or Sara starved. They got thrown to the ground, or Sara got stabbed.
“You were faster than any guard there. Stronger. And you can heal, last I checked.”
By all means, with the way Rupert thought, Sara should have no qualms at all with the human race. Scars stick Even if not all of them are visible. Sara itched at the brand on her right shoulder blade.
The more Sara thought about things the more she just couldn’t walk away. She chose to walk along the trees, off to the side of the path Rupert had taken. “I’m not defending my actions but strength, speed, and healing aren’t everything.” She yelled as she caught up to the former camp guard, whatever. “ok so lets make an analogy. I’m going to force your head under water for 30 seconds every day and that’s not going to hurt you at all because even with your messed up breathing, you’ll have enough air capacity to hold your breath long enough that it starts to burn before you get back through the surface of the water. But you know what? You get to deal with that little bit of annoyance every day and you’ll survive. You would just have the luxury of knowing when it was coming, that it would only be once a day, that you’re strong enough to live long enough to get your next breath, naturally you should have no problem with this, and I bet you’d still want me dead.”
Sara chuckled as she passed Rupert on the path, getting a head of him, and she pushed herself back out in front of him on the path. Every day people are killed because others don’t understand the concept of him or me. Because society believes that they’re strong enough to endure poking. Even if the only thing that touches them are words. It’s why kids feel the need to bring guns to school. "I could do a lot of worst things."
