The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Luke called a truce and Sara nodded. Starting to calm her insides down until Luke worded something oddly.
Raina and I are on solid footing with our relationship now
“Wait. Your relationship had a rocky moment?” Red flags were shooting up from the back of Sara’s mind and the stress level rose in her voice. She kept her posture even with the exception of the tip of her tail flicking and her ear twitching. Sara shouldn’t even have to remind Luke that her promises was still in place. If he hurt Raina.. .. ..
Some do but when I am around I hope to avoid them at all costs things tend to end up as collateral damage that way.”
Sara shrugged. “Yeah but sometimes collateral damage is easier to fix then all the work you’re going through.” Sara crossed her arms as she watched DeathStar pummel the wall between them. “You know blonde, You’re going to tire your self out before you even get to me and I’ll be fresh with a mutation that replenishes my energy reserves.” There. Sara gave DS another warning.
Sara wasn’t sure if she liked this experience of Sam’s new ability. Sara was able to almost move like a normal person, if she pushed herself. Feeling her fur not keep up around her or the wound on her shoulder not close up as fast as it should, was odd.
Time seem to clatter back to normal and Sara caught herself from stumbling forward when the amount she ha been pushing herself was no longer needed to move. “That’s creepy, Sam. Really creepy.”
Sara glanced at Luke to check and make sure he was being taken tare of before she turned her full attention on the one Sam left out of the cage. “Wakey, wakey.” Sara grabbed the young man’s hair and he groaned when she hauled him to his feat. “Think this one was dumb enough to wear ID of some kind?” Sara was already running her free hand in the boy’s pocket and pulled a nylon wallet out just as she finished the question. “Bingo. Now you take a seat.” Sara walked the boy to the cage Sam had set up, and shoved him down on his butt. Stifling a growl of pain from forgetting that her own wound hadn’t finished healing yet.
She rubber her shoulder and then opened the wallet. “It seems we have a Wade Thompson here.”
On Sara’s way to the stairs, Sara found herself lost for a moment. Frozen and tucked away from the mane part of the crowds, near the wall. Slowly she started recognizing a few people. There was Sam, and it occurred to Sara that he had probably provided the ice swan distraction Sara had used to duck inside. The girl hanging on his arm looked familiar, and the young man with the red eyes, pointy ears, and silver hair, was definitely someone Sara recognized. Sara couldn’t help but laugh at his odd cloths. They still made things like that? ’It suits you, Sir’ Sara thought to herself.
Sara let herself scan the rest of the room and she recognized the many Abysses. She hadn’t seen them for at least a year.
A man walked by Sara with a plate full of artistic looking food. Sara selected a cocktail glass with shrimp hooked over rims and sauce in the glass. Sara pushed away from the wall and started walking through the crowds of people, careful not to knock into any of them. She waved at Sam before making eye contact with Demi, on Kaz’s shoulder. Her lips popped as she stuck on shrimp in her mouth. She spun and weight the shrimp between her digits before tossing the sea food towards the general area of Kaz’s head, for Demi. If Demi would catch it.
Ok stairs. Where were the stairs again? Sara started walking back to where she’d originally been headed.
This was a really odd silence. It took Luke a moment to respond or anything and Sara could imagine either a battle going on in his head or that con side using a practiced pause from drama’s sake.
And there reappeared the wraith hood. Sara wasn’t sure if she was thankful for it for not having to look Luke in the eye or annoyed. “You know I’m picky that way.”
What was going on through his head anyways? Sara’s head tilted and she couldn’t help but let her head tilt. “I don’t know how much more I’ll need.” She felt herself take a cautious step back away from Luke. “Not all the cash is stolen.” She said as if that made things better. “I took a few other commission jobs.”
Sara shook he head again. “No.” She didn’t like the terms that followed that either, but again, she couldn’t think of better terminology when it came to her with Luke. Everyone else, she wasn’t all that sure on. “I don’t know.” Sara’s head tilted down, and rubbed the inner corners of her eyes.
She stood there listening to Luke with the his explanation and again she wanted to believe him. Part of her was trying to believe him. But she still couldn’t shake the thoughts in her mind that had been rooted themselves there for so long. Then there was still the matter of the cash. Sara wouldn’t say that she hadn’t done something wrong.
“I’m buying a safe house.” The response wasn’t exactly a response to the two reasons that Luke had just given to why he’s nice, but she didn’t know how to respond to that. “That’s why I need the money. Ayesac and I are buying a safe house and we’re renovating it.”
Sara shook her head as she saw Luke get up and keep getting in her way. Grumbling, Sara let the gun drop to her side, as she shot forward. Luke had one guy and Sara darted for the next guy nearest Luke. Sara put herself between the two, and slammed the butt of the gun, she’d picked up, across the next man’s temple.
It was about then that the oddest sensation hit Sara. Things tend to move in slow motion when you’re in the middle of action, but this was slow motion that was outside of her head. She could actually see her hair fan out around her as she tried to spin back around to see Sam. Like she was in water or something.
Sara caught the bottle and with the edge of her thumb claw, popped the cap. “No offence but with mutants, that’s hard to tell.” Sara sat cross legged and took a sip of her pop. Age wasn’t a bad thing in Sara’s book but if he had a problem with that, Sara made a mental note. “I’ll admit part of the reason I let myself in was curiosity. But there was a practical reason too. I drift from one place to another here in the city, and constantly look for the next dwelling. You’d be surprised what some people leave empty for a week or two.” That and the moving around made Sara hard to track. “As far as having my ass kicked by a house, I normally fare better. You don’t know if you don’t ask or inspect.”
She found herself staring at the silver board. Her head tilted and she leaned to the side to check under it and try to figure out how the thing worked. “Once the exit was sealed, I only defended myself.”
She saw the movement out of the corner of her eye and pulled her head back before the cloths could land there. Like Demi. Her arm not holding the pop caught them as they passed in front of her. “Kaz. Definitely a name I’m more willing to admit defeat to than saying I lost to a outcast member of the blue man group.”
Sara’s feet were Bare, but the rest of her was clothed quite well. Thanks to some picky pocket money, Sara had a managed to put together a nice outfit. That’s right out fit. Not gown. Not skirt. Sara had never warn one, and she didn’t plan to start.
She slunk her way onto the seen of the ball in dress pants. Sara had selected a pair of silky pants that were loose around her legs. They flowed around Sara’s legs as she walked, like water or wind and one could only tell that the pants were pants, if Sara’s strides lengthened wide enough, in shimmering navy black. Sara’s top was cut with the same flowing elegant design. The hem of her shirt fell in four corners that reached down to Sara’s mid thigh. A thick V shaped belt repeated the v shaped angle of Sara’s neck line, and gave her slender elongated frame, some shape the way it was warn high on her waist. A barrowed gold necklace accented Sara neck, and she’d groomed her fur smooth. Her hair had been simply brushed and left down around the shoulders of her sleeveless top.
Sara chose not to walk down the carpet. She ended up approaching the party from behind the photographers, and she waited till the majority of people were paying attention to a flying ice sculpture to step over the rope near the door, and ducked into the room, while the attention still hadn’t focused on her.
Once inside, Sara lifted her head to look around and take in the different smells and scenes. There was a balcony and the feline side of Sara drew her straight for the height. She started making her way up the stairs.
"You think I'm trying to trick you, Raina, and CS so that I can get something from you? Is that what you're labeling me as?!"
“The thoughts crossed my mind on more than one occasion, since we’ve met.” Sara didn’t like the term ‘label’ but she failed to think of a term that fit more than that one, did.
"Because I act different than anyone you've ever met you immediately assume that I must have bad intentions. Who's judging now?"
“Wrong again Luke!” Sara’s eyes widened and her lips grew tight. She moved one foot back for better balance. “I’ve met people, who act, exactly like you. If your being true, then I know I really screw things up.” That’s right. Sara said if. Luke now new what had been going through her head for so long, there was no need to dance around it and talk like her mind didn’t think the way it did. “but if you’re not, then I want to be ready.” Because Sara didn’t want to forget and have that surprise again of being used. Or her friends being used. You could say that was another one of Sara’s fears. Forgetting the bad because forgetting the bad involves that terrible feeling in the bottom of your gut when you remember.
"You should know. That's how you treat me every single time we're around each other."
Sara wasn’t denying that. She knew it was the truth. Though that accusing finger lifted slightly.
It was a little shocking when Luke lifted his mask and Sara fought the impulse she had to jerk it right back over his eyes. What was he doing? Pulling his mask up like that. Sara knew what his eyes looked like. She didn’t have to actually have to look at them for his lips to flap. Why harp on her about keeping his identity secret if he was going to blow it right here right now!
"You're the one that stole my cell phone,
Of course he’d bring up that. “I did return it.”
interupted an evening with my girlfriend,
“Raina actually thanked me for slowing things down.”
and then accused me of trying to kill YOU
“Well some people would see interrupting them with their girlfriend as jut cause for killing.” Stupid argument but it worked for Sara.
When all you do is throw my friendship back in my face, WHY THE HELL am I supposed to think you are interested in anything but being alone?!"
By this time Sara felt herself shake a little. She tried to still herself by straightening that accusing finger but she ended up pulling it back. “It’s because you scare the crap out of me!” It was like the words weren’t said, but fell out of her mouth. “I don’t understand you and you scare the crap out of me. You’re too nice and when ever things are too nice, they haven’t been true.” Sara pulled her arms closer around herself as she talked. “When most people would slug me you bought me a hot dog and offered me a job. I cant say what I do isn’t wrong, but you don’t act human. It makes you unpredictable to me. I know what patterns to expect from anyone else, but you.”
Sara slapped him. Sara actually slapped him.. .. ..
She kept the glare on her face, just in case Luke’s sonar could pick it up, but behind that glare, she was shocked. Both at the fact Luke was still just standing there, and at the fact she had really just actually slapped him.
"Are you happy now?"
Sara’s lips tightened. “No.”
"You can't blame your appearance forever Sara. Sometime you'll have to admit that your own actions got you to where you are. Not just human prejudice."
Sara blinked. “I don’t blame that.” At least she had told her self for ages that she hadn’t. She didn’t like blaming that. Yes she found some situations funny, and she found some situations frustrating when it came to her looks. She shook her head slowly, because head shaking just makes statements like that easier to believe. “I don’t know what I blame, but I can’t… I don’t blame that.”
“What’s wrong with you Wraith? Do you like reminding me of these things?” Sara crossed her arms tight around her to try to put up that invisible wall everyone talks about, and to make sure her arms were properly restrained. Fearing her instinct might make her slap Luke again. “You don’t like pain but you still stand here knowing that you can remind me of things that you know are easy low blows. That must make you feel really big.”
Sara’s right hand dislodged it’s self from under her left arm and now it was Sara’s turn to point a finger at Luke’s chest. “You need to stop acting like you know me. Like you know what goes through my head. Assume starts with the word @$$ for a reason, and that’s exactly what you’re being.” Sara noticed she’d slowly started leaning forward, towards Luke. She pulled herself away from him but the pointing finger stayed. “You tell me I want to be alone while people die and you’re wrong. I hate solitude. I don’t want to be locked away as much as I don’t want to see the death and destruction and things that go on and if a building were to burn, I would be one f the first people running inside. So stop making all your stupid assumptions!”
There he went again. Sara needed to walk away or better yet, to run, but her feet were rooted to the spot. She couldn’t. when her mind said leave, every physical ounce of her being rooted her to the spot.
"You've got enhanced hearing... how do you handle walking down the street when attack victims are sobbing in the shadows? Or how do you like the scent of blood when you walk by some kid that accidently got shot by a drive by?"
“Hey!” Sara shoved the finger that was pointing at her away. Luke was getting way too close to her heart there. “It hurts!” There he admitted it. Luke should be happy. “I’ve tried the being the hero thing, and my instincts still make me follow a cry for help. So stop Luke.” But he didn’t…
“All you want is to be left alone while out there in the street people get hurt and die!”
“No.” Sara had discovered she was actually a social creature. That times were better when people were around, even if she pushed them away after the disaster was over.
You've got a tail, fur, and you look like a cat... GET OVER IT! Do I like pain? NO! But I sure as hell sleep better at night knowing that I did something to try and help the situation."
Ok that pushed it. Before Sara really knew what her hand was doing, it had moved to shove Luke away only at the last second the fur on the back side of her paw likd hand went up to whip across the face of that acusing Wraith mask. All that pushing of her just sort of exploaded and she wasn’t sure what to think.
Sara was listening to him but her arms were crossed, defensively, and she was standing with her back to him. She trusted him enough because he wasn’t behind her and she had her back to him. Right. Couldn’t that count?
"But wait... I DON'T live there!
“Stand down Luke.” Sara grumbled a warning. She was still staring a head of her. Her arms were still crossed, and things were going to stay that way or Sara was going to walk away because Luke wasn’t going to do this to her again. Even if Sara’s right ear was twitching and flicking like crazy.
"But that's right... I can't understand the big bad kitty cat because I can blend in with the world. I don't have to sit in an alleyway and feel sorry for myself because I'm covered with fur and don't fit in."
Sara’s head jerked and twisted back to glare at Luke. “Don’t even start to act like you know me well enough to say things like that.” Sara shouted. Her eye whidened and she quickly checked herself back into the position that faced her back towards Luke and her arms crossed. Ear twitchy, twitchy. Sara was going to be good. She was going to keep facing this way. She was going to not let Luke do this to her.
"I think I finally figured out your problem. You just like being miserable."
Sara spon around, on her heal. “I do not!” before Sara realized it, she’d covered ten feet between them. She halted, again. “I’m doing this to stop being miserable.” She nearly blurrded out she was buying a safe house but stopped. Luke didn’t need to know that. “What about you!” She tried turning the tables on him. “You apparently love pain. How many times have you been bruised, stabbed, shot. What about that for Raina. Huhhh? What about that for the rest of the x-men. You want to be a hero but what happens to them when you get into trouble. You must have a hell of a guardion angel because all I going for you is a shit load of BS and a bunch of hot air.”
The truth was Sara had respect for Luke. She actually found him to be strong, but cutting him down with things he'd told her he thought of himself felt better than giving him compliments.
"I don't get you Sara. Do you think CS is an idiot or something? What about Raina... you think she's a ditz? Obviously if you're still considering the idea that I was out to kill you then you must question their judgement."
Sara froze. Luke was right there. She didn’t like admitting it, but he was. She’d always avoid thinking of things that way. “Isn’t it obvious that your right there?” Sara glared at him. She was trying to stay calm but that last thought was starting to push her. “Obviously I’d be staying at the mansion if I trusted their judgement of places. Of people.” Sara started walking away because putting distance between her and Luke felt better than getting closer.
"That's a pretty sad commentary... even people you trust, you don't really trust.
Sara froze again. Her lips pressed together and she chose to not look over her shoulder at the super hero wanna be. “You’re wrong. I trust CS and Raina with my life. Things that work for them don’t work for me. Same goes for you! If it did, I’d accept a home at the mansion with the rest, but it doesn’t so I can’t do that.”
