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 didn’t relinquish her hold of the boy yet, but the moment he set down what was in his hand, she took the pressure off of his collar bone and his lower back. “You’re lucky I caught you here on the outside before you went past this wall. I don’t know who is stationed for security tonight, nor do I know the security set up past this.” Sara said with her lowered voice next to the side of his head.
“indeed, most of the students do live here. Teachers too. I understand there are dorms open to any mutant.” Sara continued as she pulled the boy up on his feet, spun him around to face her, and shoved him with the same motion so that his back side was headed for the part of the wall that was still intact. Right next to the part that was in ruin. “So you’ll understand why you’re lucky I found you.” Sara said sure to lean forward, and invade his personal space. “Because this,” Sara motioned to the wall and then the lack of wall. “Could be viewed as something violent for some reason”
Sara shook her head slightly again as the rest of the men came into her peripheral vision. The way they were facing their guns in all the wrong directions. Sara forced the man she had, to turn around. Then with a swift side step, she pushed him between her and the rest of his friends and herself between him and the young teen. “It’s going to be alright. She said in the softest voice she had for the teen. Though it’s hard to know if the girl heard her.
"Don't worry about your senses being a little off balance,"
Sara heard the voice and her senses were returning, but at the same time, it was slow. “Who are you?” Sara called out as she backed herself up against the corner, with the young girl. She still was feeling a little disoriented from what ever was missing with her senses. One of the gunmen was about to get a lucky shot in their general direction, and Sara shoved the man she’d been holding, so that he bowled right into him.
Sara had been around enough other mutants to understand they were un predictable in their abilities. The boy’s movement for the, what ever that was in his hand, wasn’t lost by Sara. One, her sight and instincts were highly based on movement, and she could feel the boy’s move under her arms. Sara responded by shoving more of her weight into her knee, and her knee into the boy’s lower back. Not for a permanent injury, but to make him uncomfortable. At the same time she pulled her upper body up slightly to put pressure on his collar bone and neck.
“You know I’m trying to be nice.” Sara said keeping her voice calm. “So what ever you have in your hand, please put it gently down, right in front of your nose. I saw you have explosives of some kind.” After Sara’s visit with a rather good lesson giver, Kaz, she wasn’t exactly going to just give an inch to someone she didn’t know. “This is a school for mutants, and I have several friends who live here.”
Sara listened lightly to the conversation between Raina and Luke. It wasn’t really her business but it wasn’t like she could just turn off her sense of hearing. Mean while she laughed at Sam’s first attempt at rolling up a sleeping bag. She quietly showed Sam how to properly roll the bags up and with in the next few minutes, Everything was packed up, waiting by the door to be loaded, and Sara was looking around to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything.
Sara heard the dogs, outside when Sedna returned and she sighed. Where before the thought of using the dogs hadn’t really seemed like it was really going to happen for her. Now here it was, and there were the dogs, and there was every thing ready to be packed on their sleds. Sara had little to no experience with dogs. Or other animals for that matter. How training an animal actually worked, baffled Sara, because she had heard of so many techniques. Experienced a few too.
The experience Sara did have with dogs, wasn’t pleasant. They’d been used by the guards in her old days. Back when she learned she healed and they didn’t.
Sara eyed the pot that had the left over caribou stew from the night before. There hadn’t been much left, but she salvaged a few last scraps from the bottom of the pot, Her bedding, and backpack were slung over her shoulder, and strolled out side. The moment Sara stepped on the snow, she was met with a series of growls and barks. Sedna had begun working with the dogs getting them harnessed. Something Sara felt she needed to know the proper way to do, but learning to harness a dog wasn’t going to happen when they were snapping at her.
All the same, Sara didn’t hesitate as she walked to the closest sled. Dogs like this weren’t only meant for transportation, but for protection against other wild threats, and there was not way this tribe had anyone quite as wild as Sara. Scent, looks, instincts, composure. The same traits of Sara’s personality that drove her to be respected. Even by these dogs because based on what Sara understood, these dogs were going to be something she and her friend’s relied on. So again, without any hesitation, Sara made her way closer to Sedna. The growls became more primal, and when Sara got too close for the dogs, the closest team teamed up on her.
As swift as the three dogs were, Sara was just plane engineered to be fast. Sara turned her upper body with the first dog. He tried to latch onto her arm, and her arm swiveled around the dogs neck and back. She tripped it’s front legs and leaned so that the dog landed in the soft snow, with the weight of her side over his. Holding his neck just enough so he couldn’t swivel it around to bite her.
The second dog was ging for the back of her knee. Her leg lifted enough to turn and knock the dog’s mouth aside. Her weight went down and she twisted her other leg to knock that one off balance as well. Holding the second at bay with her legs.
The third’s tongue was grabbed with her free hand. In the matter of seconds, Sara had the three dogs restrained. Making the growls mixed with surprised yelps from being thrown down, though Sara did her best not to hurt them. She was going for respect but trust would help too, and trust didn’t come when you delivered pain. For the next moments, The scene must have been very funny. The three dogs and the cat lady wrestling in the snow. Scrambling to try to bite the kitty, turned into scrambling just to try to get out from under her.
Sara let go, one by one, and the moment each dog turned around, a bit of meat had been shoved in their mouths. It was sort of funny each time the meat went in the dog’s mouths. They froze and worked their jaws back and forth. Complete confusion was easily read on each furry face.
Sara had the boy from behind. Her arm that was around his collar bone tightened and she let the muscles in her arm rest around his neck. When he asked about if he refused or did something. Sara chuckled.
“Then go a head and try something.” Sara said lightly. After all. To properly learn a lesson someone had to make a mistake. Pulling something on Sara would be a mistake. “I’d start by making you run. For every minute I make you run, that you don’t comply, I add another chore for these people, until you comply.”
Sara had been keeping herself concealed as best she could, at the tree line. She heart that the mansion had gotten a few new security up grades and was sort of curious as to how those new up grades worked. Also she wanted to know how much the cameras picked up of the area. Every now and then she moved to a different spot, and slowly she was making her way closer to the wall. She wasn’t actually an x-man, but she had friends who lived here, and the recent attacks on the mansion worried her.
Soon a new sent drew her attention to a young man walking up to the wall. Sara tilted her head. She didn’t recognize his smell from other short visits but her visits were, after all, short, and few with far between. He threw something, and Sara’s ears pinned, instantly at the loud noise. Her tail flicked and in an instant, she launched herself from the tree right at the young man. She scooped one arm around the front of his collar bone. The other moved to grab a hold of one of his arms, and her feet moved to knock his left knee out to the side, so she could get him down to the ground. “I don’t know who you are but I know three things about you. If you don’t keep your hands where I can see them you’re going to be in a lot more pain, You’re going to march up to the door with me, and say to the people that answer that you’re sorry, and then you’re going to repair this wall.”
Sara hadn’t been doing much of anything today. Unless you counted thinking as something. She did a lot of thinking and sitting. Lunch had been served to her, at the Dragon Inn down the road, and she’d filled her thermos with hot water for tea while there. So now she was sitting at the top of a roof, with her legs crossed, quietly staring at the other roof tops. A steaming cup of hot tea, that smells a lot like cat nip, rested between her paw like hands.
There was a scream some where below her, and Sara immediately put her cup down on the ledge, so she could lean over and see what was going on. Though her senses felt like they were suddenly being muffled. She blinked and shook her head. “Odd.” It was like someone suddenly put fuzz over her eyes and in her ears. She could still see, but it was disorienting. Sara rubbed the ridge of her nose between her eyes just as the girl down below started to beg. Muffled senses or no muffled senses someone had to get down there.
Sara swung her legs over the side of the roof and let herself drop onto the fire escape, nearly silently. At least quiet enough she wouldn’t be heard by the perp over the girl. From there, Sara’s movements were like a squirrel’s down a tree. She moved from bar to bar with ease, till she was at the bottom just behind the mugger. Her right hand shot out and she grabbed the man by the back of the neck. The claw of her thumb went around to the front of his throat where the curved tip rested, ready to strike if he didn’t heed her warning. “If I were you, I would do exactly what she says and leave her alone.” Sara’s voice was quite calm as she spoke. “In fact I think you should turn around and let her kick you in the @$$”
Sara smirked at the new bet possibilities. Ok a drink wasn’t that bad. Two free drinks was definitely better than and if she lost the bet, buy one drink, get one free wasn’t that bad either. “Well that bet works just as well.” Sara smirked. “Though I find it unfair that you get your drink’s free, here, anyways.” Sara teased.
Just as their game started, Sara swirled her scotch around under her nose, and big guy started taking his shot only to have the cue ball sail right off the table “Told ya.” Sara teased again and followed the ball’s path. “Nice shot…”
Bacchus left the table and Sara watched as he ran only to make another “Very nice shot.” Sara grinned again. Watching him disappear onto the street while the ladies of the place quieted people down. “Hey a little help.” Sara yelled at the guy who was hit with the cue ball. Giving a little wave to get his attention.
Sara found her feet and steadied herself as Abyss had held her at arms length. Air re entering her lungs. Wow being picked up and squeezed by Abyss was um…. Yeah…
It shouldn’t of been surprising that Amp and Isabel didn’t talk much about the camps. They were hell and Sara knew a lot of the things that happened to the girls there, just weren’t shared. Even when people knew what was going on, you still kept things bottled up. “The camps were hell” Sara said simply.
“ No, You stood with us when we needed you, Visit or not, your efforts were not wasted on me. You are of course welcome back anytime you like.”
“Obviously it wasn’t enough to stop what was going on. I may take you up on that offer some time.” Sara smiled though Leila and Sam crossing the room caught the attention. Her head tilted, but she didn’t know enough of the story nor did she feel it was her place to follow.
“ I didn’t squish you too much did I?”
Her attention was drawn right back to Abyss and she shook her head. “If you did, I heal.” Something she hadn’t exactly said to anyone in the Order before, but they probably saw it during the fight a year ago.
“At least the music is decent.” Sara said as she began leading thw way up the stairs to the balcony. At the top, Sara made continued leading her way to the railing where she found a little Kat and Koga. Now that was sort of cute. Sara thought as she came up behind Katrina. “Who’s this?”
Sara’s right ear twitched so hard she felt it thump against the side of her head.
"That's great, cat. 'A' for effort. What, did someone step on your tail? Cat-call at you? Did you have to test a little theory about how many ways there are to skin a human?"
Sara was trying to keep her composure but in front of Rupert and with what he had just said, she was struggling. The camps were terrible, he was there, and at one time even if he was a guard, why couldn’t he make her hate him then, rather than now? She slowly turned around with her arms crossed. “If that were true, I would have personally hunted down all of those guards in the camps.”
Sara wasn’t enjoying this. She wanted to run, but for some reason she felt a need to prove her innocents. “It was either him or me, Rupert.” She breathed in to try and calm her thoughts and stop her ear from twitching. “You know how sick some of those guards were. I tried to run, and he wouldn’t let me go. So it was him or me.”
Sara’s eyes flashed in the dim light and she remembered the people that man had found before her. She remembered specifically not looking at their faces, but what she had seen, their hands, told her all she really didn’t want to know. The image was still so vivid. “Forget it.” Sara said. Forcing herself to turn and start walking away.
Sara had been satisfied with Sam’s promise to come inside when he was ready so she’d left him alone outside. She’d eaten her share of the food, then tucked in, in the last bed. Waking every now and then to sit up and scan the room.
At Dawn the crunch of snow outside cause Sara to wake completely. Squinting at the door where the light was filtering in and the new people had walked in. She lay silently watching, till the elders had passed her, and Sara silently stood up walking around them to Sam’s ice coffin. She tapped out the ‘Shave and a hair cut, two bits’ on the ice at the top of the coffin to wake Sam, before she stood straight with her back to the wall to observe what was going on.
Things didn’t seem to be going well for Raina. She knew that they hadn’t been told everything from the beginning but Sara’s trust and care for her friend kept her there when anyone else who hadn’t told her everything would have been pinned against a wall with Sara’s clawed foot up their back side.
This was odd watching Raina and understanding she once saw this place as home. Family even as Sara noted the elder who had apparently had a relation to Raina by blood even. Sara didn’t have this, and yet here Sara was, having tried to cast herself away from her past, and here Raina was, being cast out by her past. The exchange finished at Sara sighed, watching the elders leave, just daring one to give her an odd sort of look.
“Looks like you’ll get your wish tonight, Sam.” Sara said simply. “I wonder how those dogs are going to react to me.” She mumbled as she looked at Star. The pup had seemed to not mind Sara’s hole feline appearance, but Star was a pup. Pups were different from grown dogs.
Pushing off of the wall and packing up her bed as Neveed began to explain things. Sara’s bedding was swiftly rolled up, before Neveed finished the explanation, and headed out the door, Sara approached Raina. She had no way of knowing what was going through her mind. But Sara didn’t have to be a genius to notice the color change in Raina’s face, or her balled fists. “Raina, We’ll be fine. Sam, and I can finish getting the bedding if you need a moment.” Luke could do what ever he wanted. Help pack, witch being that all there was to pick up was the bedding, that shouldn’t take long, or sit with Raina. Sara didn’t care.
Just like Rupert could hear the lack of Shoes, Sara had, Sara could hear his lack of lunge capacity, and the different beat his feet made when he limped. Her right ear twitched back to listen to him as she speed a head.
"Have you ever stopped to think, who the hell turned off all your damn collars and bracelets, when the break out started?"
Sara stopped in her track just as her right ear flicked back and twitched at that memory. Her arms crossed, and she tilted her head enough she could look over one shoulder at him. “Yeah and every time I think on that subject I wonder exactly what that person was thinking and what side they were really on.”
There was just something about the way Rupert had asked that question that made Sara have to go on and see what he did. “Or maybe they were some idiot who didn’t know what they were doing or what they really wanted. Because you’d have to be missing some brain cells to not know the possible violent outcomes in that situation. You know. Death. Dismembered body parts.” Sara’s lips tightened as she thought back on the memories. “As many mutants as they saved, there were probably as many lost that day.” Not to mention the grave yard that had grown during the camps.
“If you ask me, that day, everyone’s blood splattered on that person’s hands. I tried very hard not to kill that day, even while the x-men didn’t care about that.”
Sara started following her nose to the nearest bathroom.
"Don't tell me Africa's sideshow got one too many head wounds. What a shame that would be."
“right. Africa.” He still couldn’t get the cat bread right. She was a cougar. Not a big stupid African lion.
"Yours was a bracelet,"
“You remembered.” Sara didn’t know how to take that. The way he should have said the words was to mock Rupert but it came out as an even statement instead. It was hard to be happy that Sara had been remembered with the details like her arm band, but there was also some satisfaction that she hadn’t been forgotten. Actually the fact he was remembered felt like an accomplishment. Even with her unforgettable looks. Sara’s looks were the easy way out of remembering her. He remembered something that wasn’t the easy way out.
Sara paused at the entrance at the bathroom when he gave the directions. So her nose was right… She ducked inside, and did a quick scrub of her shirt using a dab of the hand soap. She was a little more satisfied and spent only about 30 seconds in the close walls that made the bathroom. Why did these places always have to be so cramped?
Sara exited the back the way Rupert had blocked, nodded to the man and his sand witch, and made her way outside. She didn’t know why, but she ended up following Rupert. “Still avoiding the arguments I see.” Sara started to poke. Just hoping to hit some sort of a nerve. “You know what I’m trying to prove? I don’t really know, but I know this. I wanted to hate you during the camps. I wanted hate you and even when I brought u subject that you should have thrown back in my face, you avoided me with that stupid i-pod. And then you still were a disappointment. Congratulations on that.” With that last comment, Sara lengthened her strides so that she passed Rupert and started pushing past him on the sidewalk. Tail flicking with every step, just behind her heals.
Sara laughed slightly at Raina as she yelled at Sam. He did need it though Raina didn’t need to strain her voice be doing it. Sara winced slightly as she was told she wasn’t sleeping in a chair. She could protest, because to be honest Sara never really slept in a bed, but she didn’t feel like making this an issue between her and Raina. Nor did Raina need the extra stress right now.
Sara chose to talk a little more quietly in convincing Sam to stay inside. “Slick. She’s right you know. Besides. These people are allowing us to be here, in this house. Not in another area of their land. It will make a better first impression for us to make ourselves predictable by following their words and where they tell us we can stay. If only for the first night. Between Luke and I, it’s not like anyone is going to sneak up on us but if something were to go wrong,..” Sara just sort of let that one hang in the air. Sam had gone on missions. He should know how much harder it was to get a group together when something went wrong, if they were so far apart.
"Just enjoying nature while wondering why I'm really here."
Sara figgeted with the fur at the tip of her tail as Luke went on with what he had to say. “You think too much.” Sara said, trying to sound light on the subject. Wow. Her and Luke had survived not only the walk over here without picking a fight but the plane ride and the time before that. This was eerie. “I think you’re trying to make things entirely too complicated.”
As Sara finished talking Raina had stuck her head out the door, and they were joined by Neveed and Star, who made a little steaming something that caused Sara’s nose to instantly wrinkle.
"She's not going to let you sleep in a chair... but I'm pretty sure you've got your own bed Sheba."
Sara tilted her head at the new nick name. She wasn’t exactly sure how to take the meaning, but she liked the ring of it. “That may be, but I have almost never slept in a mattress.”
"You'll need good rest and no stiffness for hunting tomorrow. Your senses will come alive."
Sara sighed. She wasn’t going to win this. “Yeah. The name’s Sara by the way.” There was probably no use arguing that her healing factor fixed stiffness fairly quick. She glanced at Sam. “I’d offer for you to bunk with me, but you’ve already experienced what I did to your arm on the plane. And I was awake during that.” At least Ayesac had natural armor against Sara in her sleep.
Sara watched the others go inside as she sat with her tail curled around her feet, on the rock. “Come on.” She said to Sam. Sara pushed herself off of the rock and made her way back to the door. Sara stopped at the door and turned to make sure Sam was following her.
“Left me in a burning building, nothing but a towel and a backpack with like a third of the money…”
Sara checked over her shoulder at the blond Bacchus was referring too. “Well a third is better than nothing. Still not fair though.” Sara shook her head at the pool cue that she just heard snap. “Might want to get your strength under control or we’ll be loosing the pool balls and they’ll be going through the walls or through someone’s head.”
“Nawww if she pisses me off I’ll bounce her myself, and it is my job after all.”
“Just won’t let me have any fun, huhh.” Sara smirked but took a sip of her drink as he continued. “I’ll let Ayesac know. This would definitely keep him more at home than the rest of the job he takes, though I doubt it will pay as much.” She leaned on the counter next to the pool table. The cue spun once between her fingers before he fount the balance and flipped it. “Ayesac’s not lkely to kill unless someone really does something wrong. I’ve tried to hold him back before.”
“Name it Sheila, it’s your lucky day I just happen to be a gambling man!” Sara flashed a pointy toothed grin as embarrassing bets ran through her mind. However those sounded much more childish. “All I’ve got is 100 dollars to my name right now. Win the game, and it’s yours.” Sara actually had other money stashed in other wallets, but the 100 bucks was all that was in her back pocket. What would Luke do if he knew she was gambling with the ill gotten cash he caught her with?..
