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 lips pressed together. Her throat tightened, and her eyes tilted towards the ground. Roxy broke the silence continuing to make growly sounds around the stick that she still chomped as if she were part of the conversation too. Sara breathed her response. "I know." Clearly disappointed, but determined that she'd enjoy this as long as it lasted. "Hehh... Shoes... Never understood how you crazy people wear those things anyways." And it wasn't like Sara had a cool new Code name picked out either. Frostbite sounded so dull... Right?
Ok. So down to business. "I've only had something like this happen once before, but Instead of switching powers, I'd woken up in another Mutant's body and she'd woken up in mine..." Sara's eye's flicked up at Sam's. "That was only a few years ago and here in New York. The change wasn't permanent, but it was certainly freaky."
Sara wiggled her toes in the dirt around her feet. Staring at them again as she talked and frost formed around them. Turning to tiny clumps of ice. "If we're lucky, it might just be like that. We could be back to normal when ever this switch is done running it's course." Sara shrugged glancing back at Sam.
"Drink. Right." Sara could have said something to that but instead she stood quietly with an odd smirk on her face while Sam circled her. "I would have grabbed my jeans but every set that I own has a big hole in the backside. As for the shoes, I don't own any." Most shoes and boots didn't allow for claw room, and it was amazing how much Sara actually used her toes for balance when she moved around.
”What do we do now and how do we get back to normal?”
"Who says that we have to get right back to normal." Sara shrugged. Especially when Sam mentioned his girl friend. Sara couldn't say that she blamed the woman one bit. Sara had certainly found her own way to deal with things. "Think about it. I can walk around like this, and you can walk around in public and get out. No one is going to expect you to be a giant cat." Normally Sara would have been thinking more than she was. She would have suspected fowl play, but right now, she was in awe of living through something that she had only dreamed of up until now. Not about having Cold Steel's mutation, but about not having her own.
”Thought you were part cat."
"I live with Roxy. Actually she's chasing squirrels outside." Sara turned for a moment to call her dog. "Rooooxy..." She readdressed Sam. "I'm surprised you didn't notice her smell earlier. Mine picks up all kinds of things. Mold. OB, The smells of mold a BO from people whom have just passed them, opened alcoholic beverages through closed doors..." Sara breathed in deep and exhaled. "Actually not having that is kind of nice."
Behind Sara, Roxy trotted to the entrance of the warehouse with a stick in her mouth. Her tail swaying behind her till she caught sight of Sam. "Rrrrrrrr...."
I know that I disapeared a few months ago, and I am very sorry for that and for the great story lines and threads that I left unfinished. I've missed MRO a great deal. Lets just say that for a few months work ate my soul.
This was getting annoying. Her fearless watchdog was still outside with a treed squirl, though that may be for the best right now. Roxy wasn't listening perfectly to Sara right now. Would the outcome really be that terrible if she were to punch panther man in the nose and be done with him. She needed to find Sam.
The large feline mutant turned from her, briefly, to sniff the air. Was she really that annoying when she was in her own fur? And more importantly... Did she really purr like he had? She couldn't so denial aside, She crossed her arms and her hips slanted. Looking feline and predatory... for a human.
"Yeah well I used to have a tail." Sara said back without thinking. Probably the best thing about her current predicament was not having a tail. Stupid appendage plotted against her...
”Sara? New look?”
beat
"Slick..." Sara's head tilted and without realizing it the air temperature stopped falling. Her lips pressed together in thought and her head tilted to the side a little. "Admit it. I make a cute human." She sighed and closed her eyes going from the annoyed look, to disappointed. For a long time, she'd wished for the ability to change back and forth between human and feline, but that obviously wasn't what had happened after all.
For a second, Sara forgot that she was wearing skin, not fur. The Meow caught her off guard and when she turned around, her right hand was in a fist. What stood behind her was a mutant whom looked very much like herself.... Normally. Only he was covered in black fur and sporting an eye patch.
Sara's eyes narrowed on the tall feline. First on the eye patch. then on his working eye. She decided for now to take him as a joke, but the fact that Sam wasn't answering her back was nagging at the back of her mind and the pit of her stomach.
"Well on a normal day, I'm unforgettable." The statement could be taken a couple of different ways and Sara shrugged. "On a normal day, I look a lot like you." A panther man with an eye patch who responded to the name slick? Those were a lot of coincidences. However another thought crossed Sara's mind and if this mutant did anything to her friend... Well... Sara wasn't sure what she'd do and that thought made the air temperature drop around the two of them.
The warehouse district. Sara was doing her best not to have a lead foot on the gas pedal. It was bad enough that she didn’t have a license and that she hadn’t told Sam yet. If she were pulled over, she doubled that she would have the head about her to talk her way out. Or the ability to break out of custody easily should she get herself arrested…. Yeah… cops still weren’t her favorite people in the world to deal with.
Mean while, Roxy was enjoying the ride much more than Sara. The dog sat with her tong hanging out in the passenger seat and her nose pressed against the open part of Sara’s cracked window. Dogs were strange. and Sara was just sitting there drumming her fingers on the steering wheel.
The tops of the warehouses were coming into view, and the main part of the city had been left behind a few minutes ago. That’s when Sara saw her first sign that she wasn’t alone. Her hands gripped tighter on the wheel of the van as two homeless men ran past her van. Screaming something about a Chupacabra, Bigfoot, and the Phantom Cat.. “Great.” Sara rubber necked as she twisted to watch them run away. She was suddenly feeling naked without her fur and claws. “Slick, that better have been you.” She mumbled to herself as her grip tightened on the wheel. A glance at Roxy and the dog’s head was tilted looking just as confused as Sara felt. “You’ll tell me if it’s not. Right girl?” Sara asked reaching over and giving the dog a pat, and in return Roxy just resumed to enjoying the ride and sticking her nose to the cracked window. Her tail thumping against the side of the bucket seat as a show of doggy confidence and Sara’s grip tightened again on the wheel.
It took Sara a moment to realize that frost had made an icy crust around her white knuckles. And when Sara finally brought the van to a stop just behind the first warehouse in the row, She took a moment to examine her hands. They didn’t hurt. Just covered in frost and ice that easily brushed off of her skin. “Odd.”
Roxy barked at something outside the window. It was probably a squirrel but Sara opened the door anyways. Roxy ran out the van barking her head off and chassed one of the said critters up the closest tree. Sara sighed.
“Slick…” Sara called out. As her fearless watch dog was currently still protecting her from a squirrel. With her arms crossed, she started walking into the closest Warehouse. OK. Better directions on where to meet would have been helpful. Sara didn’t want to have to search every single warehouse, just to find Sam.
Ok. This was fun. And no matter how much Roxy just seemed to want to sit and stare at Sara with her head tilted to the side, Sara was starting to enjoy herself. Walking through a door way was so much easier when the one doing the walking didn’t have a tail to worry about getting slammed in said doorway. Step in and close door. Step out and close door. Step in and close door. Step out and close door.
She was so easily amused with her current situation, that it took Sara a minute to realize that her phone had vibrated off of her coffee table. Sam’s ringtone, Stevie Wonder’s Superstition audible, even with Sara’s normal ears hearing it from across the room. She slid her finger across the screen for the first time in her life, not having to be careful with her claws. “Yo.” She said into the receiver. For a moment forgetting that she needed to hold the phone to her ear and not in front of her face like she normally did. God it was nice not having her ears ring around electronics. Maybe this was a mutation growth, she thought to herself. Maybe she’d be able to turn her powers off and on just like everyone else after all, and on that note, she felt her right foot jiggle against the carpet of her apartment with a bit of anticipation.
”Sara… It’s Sam… we need to meet up somewhere… Ideally private. You aren’t gonna believe what happened.”
The tone of Sam’s voice made Sara’s good mood sober. Her happiness now wary, and as a few seconds went by, Sara watched the breath coming out of Roxy look more solid. The temperature in the room was dropping and the silence made the funny feeling in Sara’s stomach tighten. “Try me. I’m normal… At least on the outside…”
Sara was suddenly in motion. Roxy on her heals as she left her apartment. The phone pressed to her ear still and the keys to her van heavy in the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt. She’d get directions while on the move. “Just tell me where to find you.”
Seriously. Did Sam really under estimate Sara’s nose that much. She walked down the hall way with a muffin in either hand. Finishing the first one quickly, before she’d even reached her van that she’d left running outside. Sara’s senses were as sharp as anyone could handle and still be able to function. She’d put her own nose up against any blood hound’s nose. There was alcohol in the air around Sam’s office. She could smell it, but right now, telling him off for it wasn’t worth it. And it wouldn’t be as fun.
Her tail twitched with mild anxiety when she reached her van. She had halfway expected her cell phone to ring with a call from Sam, but it never did. So her drive home, to her apartment, was disappointingly, uneventful. Perhaps Sam had been sleeping. Oh well. Not important. She was sure she’d hear about the TV eventually. For now. She was actually feeling tired and her bed looked better than ever.
In the morning, Something was missing, but Sara couldn’t put her finger on it. No really. She couldn’t put her finger on it because it was missing. IT just happened to be Sara’s feline tail. And when she’d pulled the covers away from her skin, she’d realized her fur was missing too. Sara through the covers away off and only the floor. Sitting up in bed with a jerk. Her hands shaking as they flexed in front of her face and then slid across either side of her smooth face. What was left in her fur’s place was lightly tanned skin, callous free hands, and short, flat fingernails. You know. Normal parts. Not cat like parts.
Unlike the last time that she’d woken up out of her fur, and in someone else’s body, she was not in a strange, unfamiliar place, but rather was in her own bed in her own apartment. Roxy was startled and stared at her and Sara couldn’t help but feel hurt a little.
After the indicial shock of waking up in a human body, dressing was interesting. Her cloths didn’t exactly fit right. She now stood a couple of inches shorter so her pants were too long. Then there was the problem that she no longer had a tail, so the hole that had been carefully cut into all of her cloths was now positioned in the most awkward place. The only things that would still work for her in her wardrobe were a mini skirt that Ayesac had bought her as a joke, and leggings because it seemed that even without fur, her legs could use a shave. Shoes? Well those were still overrated.
It had been a few days since Sara had found out that Sam was still alive. She’d cooled off since, but to say that she was completely ok with the way that things had come down between Cold Steal and herself…. That would certainly be an understatement. She didn’t feel like following orders yet whether he was her team leader or not, but she still owed him a TV. Not just any TV. A new TV.
So she found herself standing at the electronics section at the mall. Her arms crossed and her hips slanted as she stared at this wall of TVs that was supposed to make picking out a TV easier. Witch having a wall of TVs to look at might make picking on out easier if one knew anything about TVs. All Sara knew was how to turn them on, how to change channels, and how to turn the volume down when her ears started to ring. She was much more computer savvy.
Meanwhile, as Sara was trying to make her decision, the sales reps seemed to be avoiding her. The tip of her tail twitched every time she heard one of them ask the infamous question ‘May I help you find anything?’ but it was always to someone else. Not her.
“Excuse me.” Sara raised her hand to try to stop a busy salesmen. He rushed past her clearly not overly busy, but not wonting to help her either. Oh come on. Hadn’t the norms of New York been around mutants enough at this point that they could help just one obvious one find a TV? Obviously Sara should have chosen something else to break. The hot tub maybe. At least those showrooms only had one room and no isles. Harder for salesmen to hide from her. Ok. So note to self. Next time break something that was easier to buy without help.
Another salesperson passed Sara and she moved to follow them down another isle. “Hey. I’m ready to make a decision.” At this point just grabbing one of the big flat screens and walking out the door would be so much easier. Lets face it. They probably wouldn’t even try to stop her but Nnnoooo. Sara was now and up and coming x-men member. AKA Stealing was bad.
This isle was pink and there was nothing in here that she’d thought would be for Sam. Just lots of little girls electronics and novelties. Nothing was really catching Sara’s attention till she finally caught up to the latest Salesperson at the end of the isle. It was so perfect that Sara wondered how she’d missed it before, when she had first walked in.
“Can I help you find anything?” Finally Sara had managed to get someone’s attention. Sara turned to find a woman with a clipboard and a nametag that read Fred, standing behind her.
Sara grinned. Forgetting to keep her lips closed to hide her pointed feline teeth. “Do you have anything like this, but bigger?” Sara asked motioning to one of the TVs on a shelf.
Fred nodded. Making a note on her clipboard. Her lips pressed together a little. “I think that I have exactly what you’re looking for in the back.”
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Sara knew that she was supposed to call Sam when she was bringing his new TV but weren’t surprises so much more fun? Especially when those surprises were big, flat screen TVs with a giant plastic Hello Kitty head peaking over the top. Sara didn’t need to leave a note. Just like Sara didn’t need to leave the TV on Sam’s desk facing his man cave door. Nor did it need a big pink ribbon wrapped around the screen. No. None of those were needed, but she took a great deal of joy in doing them anyways.
What Sara also left was a six pack of muffins from a local bakery. Two were missing. What could Sara say? She’d gotten hungry. The note left on top of the muffins was simple. “Hello Kitty seemed like a good reminder. WC”
The girl was breaking down, and Sara couldn’t say that she blamed her at all. The final straw that seemed to bring down the camel’s back, so to speak was just looking at Clayton. Out came the water works, and Sara knelt next to her, letting the girl burry her face in the towel and Sara’s shoulder of her coat. The sirens were nearly with them and Sara knew that they had to keep moving, or they might be boxed in and being that she was soon to become a member of the x-men, she had no desire to do any explaining to the police. With one arm, she picked the girl up. The girl pulling her hands close around Sara’s shoulders and holding on. Sara’s free hand dug through her pocket for her cash. Leaving a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table where herself, and Clayton had been seated in order to pay for her drink, and the towel. The werecat then moved to join Clayton.
“As fun as stealing a car sounds, it’s slower and unnecessary.” Sara pointed down the road where she’d left her white cargo van parked. “However if we don’t get moving fast enough now, We’re going to stick out like a sore thumb as we drive away. That beast handles like a stage coach, but it runs.”
Sara stepped around Clayton. Stepping carefully, and skillfully around broken glass with her bare feline feet. There was a great deal of grace in Sara’s movement, and at the same time, a great deal of speed. The girl lifted her head away from Sara’s shoulder. Tears having made smudgy streaks across her face with the dust that had been kicked up in the air when the thug’s eye beams ripped through the café. “Natalie. My name is Natalie.” She said between shuttering breaths.
“Natalie.” Sara repeated. She was already half way down the sidewalk and with her free hand, she was digging through her pocket for her keys. Momentarily forgetting that she’d left them in the ignition. “Natalie, We’re going to get in the van, and start driving away. I need you to help us. I’ll make sure that we wont be dealing with the cops, but in return, you’ll have to give us good directions.”
Natalie looked at Clayton from over Sara’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I was helping them.” Meanwhile, Sara had made it to her car. Yanking the door open with one hand and setting Natalie in the passenger seat. Seconds later, and the three of them were on the road. Turning the corner as the lights from the police cruisers entered the same street.
Ok. So the introductions had nearly been complete. The other mutant gave two names and Sara tilted her head. Silently wondering how offended he’d be if she just started calling him ButtMunch. However for now she stuck with the first name that he’d given her. “My name’s Sara.” -----
Saphirus was a terrible driver. Sara had never been in a car crash and, while she was sure that she’d survive, it didn’t mean that it was a pleasant thought. Her hand held tight to the chicken bar at her left temple, and whenever Saph did something in the driver’s seat that she didn’t expect, her tail might have bottle brushed for a second… Ok. Maybe two seconds. Christ. She’d taken plane rides that were more enjoyable and she hated flying so much that normally the upholstery around herself had to be replaced after wards.
"Hey! Watch where you're going @#$hole! Yer inhibiting the law!"
Had Saphirus just swerved into the wrong side of the road to pass an old man or had Sara blinked? Because there was a bright light that they were rushing towards and… Oh look Chinese food. Great. Sara was starving. She had opened her door and was just swinging her feet onto the ground, when Saphirus placed his order and Sara’s right ear twitched in annoyance. It was one of the tells that she had, that she could loose her temper, but she still turned with a flick of her tail, and a straight face. “Fried rice or white? Crab Rangoon or egg roll? Oh and some napkins to wipe the crap off your mouth right? I’ll be sure to grab extras of those.” Sara shut the door. She’d planned on paying anyways, but being spoken to in that way put a bad taste in her mouth.
The bells on the door jingled when Sara entered the takeout joint. All eyes were on her as she placed her order. Two orders of beef and broccoli, two orders of sweet and sour chicken, two redbulls, extra rangoons on the side, and an ice tea. Sara was finishing paying for it and a smirk came across her face. “Can you put a table spoon of wasabi in the beef and broccoli? Don’t bother marking it.” Sara tapped the tip of her nose. “I’ll know.” The cashier nodded and ran in the back to finish her order.
Sara’s card game was put on a temporary hold when a customer walked through the door. Johnny had gotten up to help him, and Sara pulled her attention away from the door, and her pile of cards and pointed her nose into a book. Waiting for Johnny to return so that they could continue their game.
Time passed and she paid no attention to the man at the front of the restaurant, waiting for his take out meal. Other wise she would have definitely picked up on the odd way that he was acting. Instead, Sara’s attention was moving between her book, and the hand of cards that Johnny had left face down on the table. It was way too tempting to look at his hand. Knowing Johnny, he could have been cheating. So there Sara sat, with the faced down cards seeming to mock her as she tried to read her book when the truth was that she’d really only read the same three lines over and over again.
It wasn’t till there was some action at the front of the restaurant that Sara pulled herself away from the backs of the cards on the table, her hand hovering a few inches above the face down hand that Johnny had left. There was a quick stream of exclamations from Johnny. His dark hair making a particularly messy mop about his ears as he yelled at the Dine and dasher. Johnny tried to step in the man’s way, but Johnny was short and still a bit of a bean pole. Even the lack of authority in his voice made few people take him seriously. Johnny was easily shouldered to the side.
Sara was out of her chair, and headed to follow the crook. “What’d he get?” Sara yelled at Johnny, who was picking himself up off of the floor.
Johnny rubbed the back of his head where it had bounced off of the door frame. The crook was already out the door and Sara was leaning out to look and see where he was going. “He just got some food. Nothing important.” Johnny told Sara but she was out the door and he leaned out yelling after her. “It’s not worth it.”
“That’s not the point.” She yelled over her shoulder. Then set off to follow the thief through the crowd on the street. "Hey! Stop!"
The fact that there were sirens getting closer by the second didn’t escape Sara’s attention either. She had two plans to follow right now. Plan A was getting the little shape shifter to come willingly with herself and Clayton. Plan B? Throw the table over her shoulder and run without explaining to the cops why it would look like she was stealing a table from a quiet café. Plan A was much more appealing to Sara.
Sara’s head tilted when her companion fished an ice cube out of her tea, and placed it on the would be table. The corner of her mouth twitching into a smirk. The table shivered and she silently wondered if the young mutant would be able to hold her form if Sara had dumped the entire glass of ice cold tea over the table’s surface. “The way that I see it, you have two options. You can cooperate with us, or you can be questioned by the police because with how much you’re trembling, I double you can hold your form as a table long enough to fool them while they investigate the café. And if they want so little as a statement from you, You know that Mr. Montero won’t take a chance and leave you around.” Come on Kid. Be reasonable. Sara thought silently to herself.
The waitress had disappeared into the back room. She reappeared with a towel that was big enough to be a bath towel. Apparently still not all there yet, and she didn’t seem to care. Just numb when she handed Sara the cloth. When Sara turned back around, the table was no longer at her hip, but instead the young shape shifter was huddled next to her knee. Tears streaming down her face. “I just wanted to go home.” The girl sobbed and the sound of her wavering voice hit Sara hard.
The Were knelt next to her. Pulling the large towel around her shoulders and using the corner to clean her dirty face. “Hey, Look at me.” To a human, that might not have been a good choice of words. Looking a predatory cat in the eye when you were seated this close to them, but to a mutant it was a little different and the girl did as she was told. “You are half way there, but there are other girls that want to go home too. Help us, and I can make sure that it happens and that Mr. Montero doesn’t come back.” Because if the law didn’t take care of him, then Sara would.
The girl sucked in her breath. “I’ll do it.” All in all, Sara didn’t have to work that hard to convince the girl and she wondered what nightmares she’d already gone through.
Sara rose, reaching a hand out to help the girl up as well. “Then come on.”
A small, closed lips, smile tugged at the corners of Sara’s mouth when the dragon mutant said that he had a place to stay. And at the mansion of all places. “You mean the x-men mansion?” Sara asked curiously. “It’s not a bad place. Actually it would surprise me if they didn’t have a way of accommodating you.” Sara said with her arms crossed. She took one step back and looked the dragon up and down again. “Though the halls might be a little close quarters.
Orochi mentioned her owning multiple properties and she shrugged. “I bought properties that had been abandoned from the bank. Wealth didn’t have a lot to do with it.” As a matter of fact, Sara had been able to live for a long time on the money that’s she’d made using her properties as storage units, but soon, she’d have to find a new business venture if she wanted to avoid picking pockets again.
Sara turned back to the glass door of the restaurant, looking for Johnny to bring her food to the front but something had kept him in the back. He was probably checking his email or facebook. “I think you’ll like the mansion.” Sara said casually. “They have a little of everything for their students. Including a room they call the Danger Room that they use for training.”
