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 as the former camp supervisor stepped in her way. Was it possible he remembered the i-pod incident? Sara’s lips pulled back into a pointy toothed smile. Oh so he worked here now. “I thought you liked your old job.” Her head tilted and her voice shifted into a mock baby talk. “Don’t tell me the ikle Rupa, grew a spine.”
Sara crossed the room as she spoke till Rupert now standing right in her way. “Well then Allow me to fill out an application.” With that Sara placed one hand on the counter and with a hop, swung herself her legs, and tail, sailed over the displays, and she landed light on her feet on the other side. Now for the stain on her shirt. She swore she could just feel it setting.
“See. No collar to zap.” Sara teased as she kept Rupert in her peripheral vision. Mockingly she waved her right arm that no longer had the band from the camps, but a leather arm brace that hid the scare the camps had left her with. Any one else telling her she had to go, and Sara probably would have listened. But Rupert was special this way. For some reason Sara just felt she had to prove that he had no power over her. That he never actually did.
“Good thing I’m here to stop that from happening then, huhh.” Sara said as she gave Sam a gentle wap across the back of the head. “Seeing as I have that magic touch of guidance.” Sara got a sort of playful smirk on her face. “I bet I could take you on, even out here.” Oh no. Sara didn’t think highly of herself at all.. .. ..
Things were just about sorted out for their temporary living quarters when Sara noticed Luke slipped outside. She chose to give him a few minutes while she arounged her coat vest, and pack near a corner of the room. There was too much relief when Sara tugged her black turtle neck off over her head, so that she was just in one of her tank tops that didn’t bug the fur on her arms. The fur that had to be itched and smoothed not that it was all laying in the wrong direction.
” I guess for once I can say it's a good thing our parents aren't around. They weren't exactly good for this kind of thing from what I remember."
"Dead. Raina doesn't like to talk about it."
Sara had looked slightly confused for a moment before she looked back at Neveed and just nodded. She didn’t talk much about her possible family either. She chose to distract herself by looking for another mattress, mat or cot. Ok so there were three. That’s right. the cat could count, and a fourth cot would be nice so she didn’t have to share with anyone. In fact Sara wouldn’t share. Not after the plane ride and poor Sams arm that now sported her claw marks. Plus a few other principles. “I can make myself comfortable in one of the chairs.”
Sara heard someone at the door saying something, and it took her a moment to recognize the voice through the door as Sedna’s. She chose not to decipher the words, except for Lumak. Though at least it meant that Luke probably hadn’t gone that far. Sara finished folding her vest and turtle neck, just as Sedna pushed the door open and Caribou meat found it’s way to Sara’s nose.
"It's all you'll be getting from me today. Tomorrow you'll hunt for you own food in preperation for your vision quest."
"Vision Quest?"
Sara raised an eye brow at Raina. She didn’t know her own plan here? “At least the hunting shouldn’t be that much of a problem.” They had brought a predatory cat with them after all. Sara sort of assumed that was the mane reason why she had been invited. It had been a long time since Sara took down her own meals, but she’d done it as a teen, and was confident she could get her own meals again. Mean while Sedna went on.
"I wonder ... if your spirit guide is truley feline would you split in two?"
“Ummm.” Sara blinked. Her feline confidence faltered and she just sort of stared back at Sedna. Sara thought that she was use to all the little things that people said about the way she looked, and she knew by the tone of voice that this one wasn’t meant to be mean, like the others but as much as it didn’t mean to be mean, it took Sara by surprise. She could see Raina’s face in her peripheral vision and Sara finally laughed. “You never know. We will have to see.” The tip of Sara’s nose darkened as Sedna left. And she bit into her lower lip.
Sara sighed and with a quick glance around she decided there wasn’t much else that still needed to be done. She followed Sedna out the door, and headed straight for Luke. Sitting on the wind swept rock next to him. She pulled her feet up and curled her tail around her knees. Making herself nice and comfortable. “Sedna brought food inside.” Sara said lightly to him. “Incase you were too distracted to smell it. Should probably get some before Neveed eats it all.” She knew Luke well enough to know this was the thinking expression. She’d seen it during their last visit in the alley way when she knew he was judging her about ill gotten cash, and all her emotions were spilling out. “Sedna said that we’ll be visited by the tribal elders at dawn. They know we’re here, and just sitting outside isn’t the best of ideas in weather like this.” Sara's eyes swept over the dirrerent houses around them and her ears flicked back and forth. Her problem wasn't actually the weather, but the weather made a god excuse and a good something to blame for her worry about being around new individuals.
There were splotches of red al over Sara’s t-shirt. Her white t-shirt! Well that was the last time she ever wore a white t-shirt. In hindsight she should known better because she always managed to drop things on them. She sighed. “What a waist.” She mumbled. Well at least the red stuff still tasted good. Sara pulled the front of her top away from her body, and sucked on the fabric. Mmm Ketchup.
Sara had opted for a change in diet, and a midnight snack. Something Johnny couldn’t help her with because midnight was way past his bed time and his families restaurant stopped serving guests at 10 pm. So the fast food joint it was, where Sara ordered at the drive through and happily ate her burgers as she walked.
Sara pressed her lips together staring at her shirt. She pressed her lips together and dabbed at the redish orange blob that now was part of her white top. She pored a bit of water from a bottle onto the area and scrubbed to make the stain lighter, but it spread out into a larger mark. That left Sara with two options. Get to her home for the night, and change the top, and forget she ever invested in a white shirt, or find a place that was still open at, who knows what time in the morning it was, and try to salvage the top.
Sara wrinkled her nose in disgust, at the thought of going into a business, but she wanted this shirt to last more than one time wearing it. The people inside where ever she chose to walk into would just have to deal with the way she looked.
It took her a few moments to find the café that was still open. Sara pushed her way inside, choosing to not look up at people she was sure were staring at her. “Is there a sink or a bathroom available to customerrrs – ah- errrr.” Sara looked up and Mr. Sunshine from the camps was right there. Sara blinked. Sara’s eyes narrowed and she remembered one of her last conversations with Raina. Sara had thought of things she wanted to do to Rupert, and those things were still evident in her mind, but here, face to face, she was at a lost for words. “I’ll find it myself.” Sara said as she moved to slip past Rupert.
Sara Sighed. “Two years is a long time.” Sara chose to let her eye wonder and look at all the little visual distractions in their surrounding, as Raina continued on her explanation of why she had left. “It’s understandable then. I didn’t come here expecting to win a popularity conest.” Sara sad lightly. She’d never actually been in contact with people like this but she also wasn’t lacking in the education department. In her early years, Sara had been taught definitions and meaning of words by the people who kept her, but it wasn’t till she was out in the open that she actually understood words related to anthropology. People watching had become her best education. The information Raina gave wasn’t a complete surprise. These people were like her, in Sara’s mind. She hadn’t known or understood things till she saw them, and Sara still knew there were subjects in human nature that were still beyond her Care, knowledge, and grasp.
As they started walking again, Sara pulled at the longer sleeves of her turtle neck. Still not able to make her fur lay right under the fabric. “Sam, you have to be the only man I know who has to show off the tan on your legs, in the middle of winter.”
Once in the community center, a whole new world of different scents greeted Sara’s nose. The furniture held onto more smells than the snow or the wind, and Sara picked up on a number of different individuals that passed through the doors and sat at the tables. Her attention was drawn to the fire just before an older woman started to greet them. Sedna and Raina exchanged hellos and Sara let herself relax as the older woman began to make her way around them.
What a wonder you are child! The very epitimy of your guardian animal spirit. If I didn't know any better I'd say you were a spirit come down in form yourself. You have a very special purpose in life. A wanderer who guides."
Sara didn’t exactly know how to take this. The short exchange with Luke was nothing compared to being told what she was. Sara wondered most of her life. She still wondered, but guiding wasn’t her. Sara didn’t have the heart to disagree with a woman that just greeted her with so much respect though. It wasn’t often Sara had the luck of getting off on the right foot with people. Just ask Luke and Sam. Sara dipped her head respectfully to the woman. At least she seemed to have gotten Luke right according to what Raina had said. “Thank you Miss.”
Sara staid quiet till she was finished with Sam. It felt odd. She seemed to get everyone else right on the ball except for Sara, witch secretly confused Sara. She sighed as Sedna left, Sara padded Sam’s shoulder, on her way past him to help Neveed move things around so they would have a place to sleep. “You’re not going to let all that give you more of a fat head, are you?”
Sara smirked at the little drakeling, Demi. The little guy wasn’t that smart, but there was something about the pet Sara liked.
She was just about to climb the stairs when a pair of big red arms scooped her up into a, ‘Kitty can’t breath’, hug. She felt her arm press into her side and her other sort of tapped on the big shoulder connected to one of the big arm. Then she could feel herself suck in air.
“Sara! I thought you died.”
“Really?” Sara wasn’t sure how to take what Abyss had said. The fleshy area of her nose darkened.
“If you didn’t want to come back that’s one thing but you could have let us know you were alive.”
“I thought Isabel or Amp would tell you.” She bit lightly on her lower lip. Still taken back by the information. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d been there long enough for it to matter either. I only visited.”
The plane ride was less than pleasant for Sara. Poor Sam had the joy of sitting next to her and her claws might or might not of dug into his arm at take off when Sara grabbed for the arm rest.. .. .. Then again at the landing when she nearly ended up in Sam’s lap.
Durring the ride, Sara managed to sit there and stare at the back of the head in front of her. She wasn’t looking at the tiny room the seats were in, or the window that showed how high they were off the ground and Sara’s tail was thick and bottle brushed the entire time. No matter how much she tried to smooth the fur down. “Sorry about your arm, Sam.” Sara kept mumbling near him as they walked. Every time she thought about it, her nose darkened in a blush.
It was about 25 minutes into the march that Sara felt like she was even starting to gain her dignity back. This place felt so much more right than the city. For Sara’s nose it was like the sense was woken up rather than Sara purposefully taking in the different smells. Because the city was full of the equivalent of white noise to the nose. She could actually hear the wind, and her own heart without the motors or the horns, or the people. She couldn’t believe how clean her ears felt now that they could properly open.
She was dressed light for the weather. The fur of her face was brushed by the wind and down Sara’s neck. A leather coat was tied around Sara’s hips and a thermal vest hugged the turtle neck shirt she had chosen. Though she wasn’t fond of the long sleeves. She kept messing with them to make the fur on her arms lay straight. It was a loosing batter and Sara was thinking about just ripping the sleeves off. It she was sure her fur thickness was enough against the cold at night, she would have. Her feet were left bare. No boots ever fit and if she wore anything there, she was likely to fall on her tail. Cats use their toes.
Toward the end of the hike she found herself just behind Raina’s right elbow.
Sara received her Scotch, scooping it up from the bar without even looking back or down, as she leaned and watched the new comings. Then glanced at the rest of the place. She supposed Red could have chosen a worst place.
“Congrats Sheila, must be nice to have some one like that,”
“Yeah. I don’t know where I’d be without him.” Sara was starting to calm down. Maybe that was the scare. Without Ayesac was a scary thought. The two of them kept each other in check.
“Unfortunately, Sheila over their and me did a bank job then left me to die after electrocuting me in the shower, cold blooded that one.”
Sara’s ears flicked back and forth as she picked up on bit’s of what the other ‘Sheila’ and her ‘bloke’ were saying. The scotch was held loose between her fingers, and she held the glass under her nose. “Probably took the cash too.” Sara assumed. “If you’re worried about her I can throw her out. I do owe you still,.. .. Sort of.” A small smile pulled at Sara’s lips as she thought of the who maze incident. Sure she had gotten the collar device off of Bacchus. That thing sent electricity through both of them, but he had done all the work after that. Including the bloody parts. The fact that Sara had nodded about the offer of a pool game and they were walking away from the bar, and consequently away from the ‘Sheila’ spoke more than words had, about the cold, electrifying, possibilities. “That and I’m not afraid to punch a girl.”
As Bacchus racked the pool balls, Sara selected a pool cue from the wall and held it straight from her, as she checked to make sure she had the straightest one possible. She frowned at the first, and replaced where it was, to select the next. “Care to make a wager?”
“Oh Sheila! bar policy the dancers aren’t supposed to talk till after their dancing, regardless who is asking, but your looking for a big red guy?”
Sara’s attention swiveled round to the big guy she had ended u standing next to. Personally she didn’t care about policies at the moment, but he seemed to know Ayesac and it clicked that she knew him too. The amazing game.. Sara thought as the memory of being trapped in the maze match swam forward out of the rest of her memories.
“Dragon eh? Hard to come by, To ‘Red Dragon’!”
Sara jumped a little as the rest of the bar repeated Red Dragon. Ok so this wasn’t sure if this was helping Ayesac or not…. Probably not. She crossed her arms and the tip of her tail flicked. “He’s my fiancé.” Well technically Ayesac was more. But it wasn’t official.
“I’ll take a shot of scotch.” Sara sighed as she turned and leaned against the bar top while she was given her drink. Giving her a good view of the door when the next two people came in. “You know those two?”
(Permission granted from both Cold Steal and Luke to god mode and finish this thread.)
Atop Sam’s mobile cage, Sara stretched Luke out. She tried to make him as comfortable looking as one can make someone who has just been punched out. She pulled her jacket off and folded it to put under Luke’s head because Luke didn’t need to catch pneumonia after being shot and going to the mansion. After all What would Raina think?
Sara then told Sam to start moving to the mansion. There were sirens approaching and what ever evidence was there, was going to be gone in two minutes. Sara would have to move fast while Sam got the cage moving.
She did a flying leap off of the top of the mobile cage, and landed quite gracefully n her feet, then ran for the fight seen, and the vans where the gang had appeared from. Scooping up the various hand guns on her way and dropping them into her back pack, as she ran. What ever wasn’t on Sara’s path, was left, but Sara did manage to pick up a few of the semi automatic whachamacallits. And a knife. A pretty knife too. Sara’s knife now.
The vans had been left open. Sara spend about 30 seconds in each. For the most part they were clean. There were blankets in the back, and over the seats, that were probably for warmth while the boys waited for their prey. The thought made Sara’s nose wrinkle. Under the seat Sara found two six packs of bear, that was also claimed as Sara’s amo boxes and two XM8 rifles. .. .. .. Sara didn’t know much about every type of gun, but she did do research with Ayesac for some of his jobs. This looked familiar.. .. ..Yoik!
With the pilfered goods stuck in Sara’s back pack, Sara hooked her padded fingers between the plastic holding the 6-packs together, and the XM8s went under her arm. All safety’s were double checked, and she peaked over the top of the last van as she heard the sirens turn to the next corner and the spinning red and blue lights could be seen flashing across the buildings. Sara’s tail disappeared between the buildings just before the police cruisers turned the corner.
Back at the mansion, Sara had rushed Luke to the infirmary. Doc Prof gave Sara an odd look as the feline told him Luke was shot in the arm but he needed his head examined as well. Then it was right back down to the front porch to help Sam with the thugs. Sam had to be tired after all the ice work and winter wonderland stuff.
Once in the gang was in the danger room. Sara sat down, popped the tab on the beer, and waited. She waited for Sam to rest, for Luke to recover, and for the gang to wake up so she could scare the crap out of them. Unfortunately with all the scaring, the gang boys still didn’t know who hired them to kill.
Sara frowned as Luke started moving, and trying to convince the other two he was fine. Sara glanced between the blind man and Sam with her deadpan kitty eyes. She was after all, part predator. Her less than human half self survived on picking off the weak. But oh yeah. Luke was just fine. A little blood loss and a little bullet wound never killed anyone. “Right Luke. What ever you want to believe.”
“Sara your coming to I am going to need help getting them in the Danger room and help getting Luke to see the Doc. “
“You got it.” Sara grabbed for Luke’s upper arm. “Luke, this is for your best interest and you ego will probably feel the worst.” Sara said as she spun Luke around so he was facing her and she looked him in the eye. “Perhaps that’s the result of this action I’m going to enjoy.” With that Sara slammed a right fist into the side of Luke’s head. Before he dropped she caught him and threw him over her shoulder like a sack of cement. The two of them then joined Sam at the top of the mobile ice cage.
Sara wasn’t exactly in the best of moods tonight. Her thumb claw had chipped a nail, there was a run in the side of her new pants that she was choosing to ignore, the top of her hair was doing that frizzy static electricity thing and wouldn’t tame it’s self, and she had jut walked through a mud puddle. Ok the mud puddle shouldn’t be that big of deal but Sara’s feet were bare and the sticky sensation between her toes was not pleasant. Oh yeah. And there was the little fact that she had just cause an old sent of someone she knew very well outside of a bar where there was pole dancing. POLE DANCING!
Sara stood outside the building. The hood to her coat was pulled back and she didn’t notice the odd looks she was getting on the street because she was staring at the bar. Wasn’t she enough for Ayesac to look at? If he wanted she could pole dance too. All sorts of thought ran through Sara’s mind as she stood there. Just stewing in her own imagination that had been running a bit wild lately.
Her tail flicked wildly at the back of her heals. Then, making a decision she would probably regret, her curiosity got the better of her. Making a dangerous mix with the different feelings in her heart that just over road the knowledge she had in her head. PMS was not a monthly gift from mother nature but rather a curse.
With a violent flick o her tail, Sara entered the bar, marching straight through the door up to the bar where the lady was dancing ON THE POLE! Sara shoved herself between a coupe of men, one that happened to seem familiar but Sara wasn’t focusing on him enough to remember ‘Crocs from the land down under.’ “Excuse me. Miss.” Sara cleared her throat. This was of course a misunderstanding with Her catching Ayesac’s sent here. Still she just had to ask. “Have you seen a big red guy? Mutant. Stands this tall.” Sara raised her hand as far as she could above her own head. He looks like a dragon. Wings and all.”
“Creepy? May be but can’t deny the fact that it comes in handy, and you should remember that if you ever misbehave in front of me!”
“No. That still doesn’t mean I’ll not misbehave around you, Slick. Especially if I think I might out last you.” Sara tilted her head so she could look at Sam and Luke, over her shoulder as she spoke, and still keep an eye on the gang members. Her arms crossed to hide the fact she was using one arm to support the other’s shoulder while the wound finished healing up.
"Who sent you? Who hired you? And who was your target?"
“Luke. Sit down. Please.” Even with Sam covering Luke’s arm with the ice, Sara could still smell the blood. The gang still seemed out of it, so Sara chanced a glance at Luke and Sam. Trying to decide if Sam had enough energy to make Luke do what Sara had asked, or if Luke would listen. She hesitated before putting a paw like hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down.
“Don’t you think this will be easier for everyone once we see Doc? It be easier to interrogate them in the mansion, we can use the danger room! Scare them in to telling us!”
“And I can actually know what this danger room is that you guys talk about.” Sara shook her head. If the room was dangerous why be so proud of it?
“Lunch would be good.” Sara sighed. She still wasn’t sure if it was Luke’s sonar that put her on edge or the hole mix of things. She was starting to get a dull aching head though. Either way.
“A girls day out with out you.” Sara’s head tilted and she couldn’t help the corner of her mouth twitch at that thought. It wasn’t really personal to Luke but Sara hadn’t had an time with Raina, that Luke wasn’t there, since she broke the glass in Luke’s apartment, and Luke took the broken shards to the trash. Gah! Back then she even talked Luke up, to Raina.
“You know, I keep forgetting I even have the phone.” Sara padded her pocket where it rested. “I’ll see you around.” Sara turned away and left the alley. ’And if Raina says something wrong about you Luke, I will go a hunting.’ Sara thought to herself.
(ROFL! Can I help it if Sara and Raina don’t get enough threads together?)
The fleshy part of Sara’s nose suddenly darkened and she was glad Luke couldn’t see the change in color. This had gone from her starting to accuse him to him turning the tables on her… Wow and how the tables had been turned.
“Ah… No. Not as much as we should.” Sara admitted. Then turned to start walking away from Luke. All the emotion shared had added up and Sara wasn’t sure if she needed to burn off the energy, or just sit down and pass out.
“You do hog her a lot though!” That just seemed to be the theme of so many relationships. The girl friend, the boy friend, and the cat that just can’t get enough attention.
It was odd sharing a joke about her looks, but at the same time, comforting to know her looks shouldn’t be that big of deal. She was helping a mutant family here and possibly making another connection of her own. Even if this was over seas.
At least their meeting was coming to a close and when Slate extended his hand, Sara took Slate’s hand when he offered it, lightly in her own. “May this be the beginning of a good partnership. Good luck with the rest of today’s business.”
"I have heard, that cats were once worshipped, in Egypt. Please have an enjoyable trip, Miss Sara.”
Sara’s head tilted as she watched Slate towards the front. “Indeed.”
Johnny scooted into the back room from around the corner. He collected the bill then sorted through the tip and waited till Slate was well out of ear shot, out the door before he spoke. “He can afford to his own air travel for you, he has a mutant who makes gems, and his tips aren’t full of pocket change, but he’s only giving you 15,000. Miss. Sara,” Johnny pocked the feline. “He got you cheep.”
