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 she listened to the cochins. Her right ear twitched and flicked, but she still stuffed the 250 into wallet E, and started n the next wallet. “That was then, this is now Luke. And not all the money I get is stolen. I take jobs other than what you’ve given me.” Those jobs just aren’t all regular or as honest. Not as the great Luke would like.
Sara moved onto the next wallet and used her claw to put an H on. The rest of the cast when in there and the last wallet was marked with a C and stuffed with the coupons she found between all four wallets. Including 13 free ice cream tickets she intended to give to Johnny. “You’d rehire me after what happened last time?” Sara actually let out a laugh. Her head tilted back up at Luke and she slowly stood. “Look. One, for what I’m saving for, I need a large lump sum, and two, you and I don’t exactly work well together. If you hire me, you’ll have to hire a referee for the same nights.”
"Or are you just doing this because you still think I was out to kill you?"
“It’s still a possibility.” Sara shrugged. Why did he have to bring that up? Sara still didn’t know where she stood on that subject. “You know I’d be stealing still weather I thought you were trying to kill me or not.” She sighed.
The first wallet was given 100 dollars. Sara had filled that one with the smaller bills, and she was just tucking the money inside when a familiar buzz built up in the back of ears. Her eyes squeezed shut and she did some mental head banging.
The first wallet was tucked into her pants pocket as gook ol’ Wraith did his super hero entrance. Sara glanced up before calmly beginning to scroll an E on the back of the second walled with the tip of her thumb claw. 250 would soon be counted into that one.
"That looks like a little more than survival money Sara... what's going on?"
“Nothing.” Sara replied simply. She started sorting out the rest of the one dollar bills and all the fives. Then came the counting of the ten dollar bills till she had her 250 to put into wallet E.
She knew the theft thing was wrong and Sara was never completely proud to be doing it, but with any luck the next year would be her final finally of thieving. She just needed to get enough cash, and she didn’t need Luke here bringing out that moral dilemma that Sara faught so hard to keep in the back of her mind. “You said it yourself. Part time commission jobs don’t pay for everything. Especially when you only do them once. Huhh, boss.” She said with a shrug.
"Did you have some type of emergency come up or something?"
“No.” Sara was just saving. She was determined to stop sleeping on the streets and she was doing this on her own steam. “I’m saving.” and she didn't want to tell Luke for what, or how she was going to be able to keep afording what she was saving for.
Over all. Today had been successful. Sara had a commission job, and she managed to fit some pick pocketing in. Where Sara used to only steal enough to get by for the next day, she had made plans. She had things she wanted in those plans and now, in order to accomplish those plans she needed more money than just a measly 20 dollars a day for food.
Sara carefully selected her targets on the street. They were people who weren’t paying attention and who were well dressed. Repeatedly she pulled wallets out, took half the bills inside, then put them back in the owner’s pockets. No one would be the wiser because what type of thief leaves you with half?
There were only four men, that Sara hadn’t returned wallets to. The men she didn’t like, so they didn’t deserve to have their cash. Simple as that. When the street lights came on, Sara stopped her diligent work. The streets traffic had slowed too much for a feline mutant to sneak up on individuals easily. So Sara selected a quiet alley way to count her cash. Yes. It was HER Cash now.
The four extra wallets were arranged in an evenly spaced, line in front of Sara. The IDs and credit cards sat in Sara’s pockets, and she began divvying up the cast between the four wallets. About 1,047 dollars to be exact.
The reason Sara didn’t take the ice cream. Well, she read somewhere that cats were supposed to be lactose intolerant. While Sara’s healing factor had kept her from ever experiencing a stomach ache, beyond being hungry, she limited her dairy intake just because she wasn’t sure. Now for her to drink milk, it had to be chocolate…. Not that chocolate had anything good for her cat side, but it did calm the feline PMS. Ayesac would never survive if the world ran out of chocolate.
“I have a previous engagement tomorrow evening.” Sara replied. “I can take the flight the day after tomorrow.” Sara finished off her egg rolls and continued in on her rice. “I hope I don’t scare the pants off of your dealer.” Her words were sincere despite the fact she had a small smirk on her lips.
Slate spoke of her honesty, but to be honest, he was still under her own test. Time would only tell, if Slate was truly being honest. So far the trip seemed too good to be true, and Sara was very leery of such things. It’s why her and Luke had so much trouble getting along.
The briefing on what was going go on for the three days of the mission, went on, and Sara kept quiet. She’d finished every last one of her shrimp, using nothing but the tips of her chop sticks, that tapped together now and then, just so she could make sure she had them lined up between her fingers right.
“That sounds fine to me, except for one thing.” For Sara it was the rest of the down payment her and Ayesac needed. Their safe house could be paid for with one bulk sum. Then it was a matter of affording repairs, and improvements. If things kept up, then the repairs and improvements should be well within their budget. “I’ll need to be paid in cash, and I ask for one third of the cash, the day before I take off.” Sara said simply. It was a common practice of hers now. Commissioners thought it was funny to skip out on paying her if she did the job, before she had the cash. One third ensured Sara that they were indeed serious about her work, and that they were assured that Sara would have enough cash incentive to finish the job. “The rest can be paid when I return.”
"Would you like to try some of this? It is quite interesting. I like it."
On the other side of the door frame, Johnny grinned and gave his older brother, the cook, a thumbs up.
Sara shook her head. The chop sticks waved lightly between her paw like digits. Forgotten but till there, because she’s started picking at her rice, again. “So we have a who, a where, a how much. When am I to take off? So I can have time to get my personal affairs in order.”
(*Eye brow raises.* could Johnny now be under Slate’s protection? If so, this could make for some interesting future plotting… I already have ideas.)
It was disappointing to be told she couldn’t keep one of two of those gems when she was finished. They would make some job she was hired to do, so much easier. People don’t realize the power of language until they are stuck somewhere without it. Learning to adapt can be made much more simpler when you can be told how to do so, rather than a guessing game filled with hard knock lessons and endless charades. However, Sara could respect the boy’s wishes and she agreed with his reasoning.
She would have to just take the chance she could with the gems to remember as many simple words as she could. Would they even allow her to do that? She glanced over her finger tips holding a sapphire, and into Slate’s eyes. “I understand. When I return from the delivery, you will have every gem given back to you. Be honest with me Slate, and I will be honest with you. I know better than to crap where I eat.” Lovely analogy but very true. Sara lived a less than honest life but when it came to getting the essentials in life, like food, drink, and cell phone, she knew to make friends. To be nice. That and she needed the money. Speaking of witch. “Before we seal things completely, exactly how much is this commission?”
Sara set the gem down just as Johnny reappeared in the door way with Slate’s ice cream. The younger boy set the ice cream down and disappeared out of the room again, though his foot steps didn’t go nearly as far as Sara would have liked to hear them go. He was on the other side of the door frame again.
Sara glanced over Slate’s shoulder then sighed in defeat. She chose to gnaw on the rest of her shrim rather than chew him out in front of her business.
Ok now we just need a quick explanation of how people know there's a mission for a break out. I suggest following the idea that Pix discovers he is in the prison through her news paper connections and research. after discovering that there is such a mutant locked up, she walks through the halls of the order once, yelling out she is on a prison break mission and to blame the hamsters, on her way out. The break out team hears her yelling through the halls and wella' we have our quick reason for assembling. Then poof. We all strike a pose, and we are there.
Suggestions for getting there and getting out? I like shade's idea. I believe most of this can just be played by ear.
I just got permission in the c-box. If we want to do a mission, we don't need mod permission. They encourage us to think up missions with out them like this.
The tea finally found it’s way to Sara’s mouth and her eye brows retained their normal shape just before Johnny asked abut French. Then the eye brow quirked up again and Sara nearly choked. “You speak French.”
Johnny beamed again and held his thumb and forfinger up. <”A little.”> Johnny said back in French before turning to his feline. “I’m in my third year in high school.” Then changing languages again he nodded to Slate. <”I’ll be right back with the ice cream.”>
Sara slid her cup back down to the table and she sighed. Kicking herself for not knowing that fact about Johnny.
"As you can see, the language barrier in Egypt will not be a problem. <Not in the least,>"
Sara’s attention returned to Slate, after she watched Johnny walk away. She knew he could probably keep his mouth shut, but it still worried her knowing he held some of the information he did. “I suppose not.” She tilted her head and picked up another gem from the box. Wondering exactly how hard these things were to squeeze out when they passed through you. “I’ll make your delivery.” Sara said, as she held the gem closer for further inspection. “I just have one more question. Can I keep some of these?”
I fully volunteer pix to be in this group of mutants. Pix is perfect for breaking people out, and I believe her connections with the paper, would allow her to know he was in prison, and bring this to the order's attention. Or just have the order know.
I have to agree. Not many people can manage to push Sara's buttons, have a verbal argument and still be nice and still make things work. I enjoy all the quirks Luke has gotten as much as I enjoy taking and playing with, or destroying your characters' things. and you're still a good sport at even that!
That’s right. It’s all fun and games till someone nearly gets squished between The Were’s head, and an I-beam. Even though Demi left Sara with a claw mark going up her forehead, she made no attempt to snap at his tail that sailed after him. At least it felt like one of them was taking her seriously as danger, yet still treating her with respect. Even if some dignity had been given up.
Sara dropped her eye contact and chose to look at her wiggling toes, at the floor while Demi was reprimanded. T was hard not to hide the small smirk that pulled on her lips there. A mix of, ‘I found big bad Blue’s soft spot’, and ‘Haha to little Demi. You got in trouble.’ Not that Sara was perfect, here. The words could have easily been used to scold her in this situation. I mean, Blue could have killed her, and he hadn’t. “Ever, the lesson giver. Huhh, Sir.” Sara glanced back up as blue put the gun down and the cut, Demi had given her, slithered the rest of the way closed.
The chains slackened and slipped away and Sara let herself lean forward. Hesitating because she wasn’t sure if this was him leading her into a trap or messing with her. Although without the chains holding her so tight, her shoulders dropped to relax. Ok. So some of her current stress was coming from being confined. Claustrophobia was never fun to deal with. As she eased herself out of the chains, she answered his first two questions. “I like to be called Sara and yes Sir, I’d like a drink.” Healing makes you thirsty.
(For those of you that follow my threads, there is a mutation growth in Sara’s profile, being introduced here in FP.)
“Sara, you’re cheating again.”
“Technically I’m cheating either way.” Sara replied to Johnny, in a voice that was pushed threw a jaw, that was held tensor than she intended, Johnny sat across from her at the small card table in the back of his family’s restaurant. Dragon Inn was now owned by his older brother. Sara’s eyes, that had been completely amber, regained their pupils and she sighed. Looking down at the chess board, between them.
This particular chess game, and board was old. Most of the pieces in play were no longer perfectly white, or perfectly black, but rather, different greys, ivory, yellow, and when some of the original pieces had gone missing, Johnny had replaced the missing soldiers with pieces from other chess games. Sara was particularly fond of the reddish dark knight, that had joined her dark army about 6 years ago. Cherishing every chip the piece gained in it’s wood finish that came from every game experience.
Sara started to close off her sense of sight again. “Just give me a minute.” And as fast as her eyes had dilated, the pupils contracted into narrow slits again. Disappearing so that all that one could see was the color of liquid gold amber that was Sara’s Iris.
Closing off one sense allowed her to open a 6th sense. Normally seeing the pieces wouldn’t be cheating, except Johnny had insisted on practicing Sara’s 6th sense this way. She couldn’t see the pieces while playing. It was hard to keep up, and think strategically at the same time, however when she did this, she could sense the paths that the individual chess pieces had made. She had to focus on multiple pieces and their paths at once. And that was what told her what each piece was. If the paths confused her, she needed to merely touch a piece, and the piece’s history opened up in her mind. She could tell where the piece stood at the beginning of the game, how the piece had been moved in the past, how it had been defeated, or victorious, in it’s gaming history, and that is the other side of the cheating coin. Because if Sara wasn’t cheating by opening up her sense of sight, then she was cheating by closing it, because by touching a chess piece, from this chess set, told her how Johnny was likely to move. It was like instantly reading a text book on how to defend against a man, that was such an accomplished chess player, when he was so young. Seeing exactly how to defeat Johnny was a little different.
Sara moved her, nearly black, knight forward then to the left to put Johnny’s king in check. She had the pesky ruler blocked in between Johnny’s own pieces, her Bishop, and her queen.
Johnny Smiled, across the table from her. 26 years old now. The very same boy that Sara had once stolen food from, while slipping him a twenty dollar bill was now grow. Where he once helped run his families Chinese restaurant, while studying his history notes, he had now became a sort of jack of all trades. With Sara’s help, he could afford college, and graduated at the top of his class with a degree in law, making him a Lawyer, witch amazed Sara, seeing as she hadn’t exactly been the best influence in Johnny’s life. What with the people that started to come to the restaurant looking for Sara. This brought the boy in contact with several organizations, and individuals of varying dangers. As a result of this, Johnny had become the go to guy. His hand had been forced to gain contacts in as many places as he could. He not only kept the contacts Sara had make, but the contacts of contacts he could connect with her, with his friends, and with his family. When something was needed he simply passed around favors. Dipping into money that was in his own pocket, only when it was needed, and yet, somehow he still managed to stay in the back ground. He was all grown up, even if his ears still stuck out.
“That’s a pawn. Not a Rook.” The man teased Sara as he slid the weakest piece on the board diagonally to take out the knight. The little bugger. He’d turned Sara’s knowledge of his habit of keeping the castle piece next to the king, against her. Though Sara tapped his victorious pawn just to make sure. Yup. The great black knight was defeated by a commoner. A pawn that happened to have two chips on either side of the round top. “Now pay attention.”
“I’m trying to.” Sara sighed. She felt the need to open her sight back up but refused to. Just to be sure, her head bowed and she closed her eyes. These lessons were always so frustrating. The China man almost always won. When Sara had managed to out fox the boy, on the chess board, it was a major upset.
“Sara you’re doing fine. You don’t have to know what piece is witch, just know the paths and the paturns.”
“But there’s so many.” That and Johnny had taken out her favorite pece to use. The knight. It was the only piece of the board that never went straight when it moved. Many a times, Sara had ambushed the other army through the knight. Short range, predictable, yet sneaky.
“You used to like playing games where you couldn’t see everything. Remember the card games. Uno? Black Jack?”
“This is different.”
“Look at one at a time. Work easier. Not harder and stop telling yourself you know the pieces. Let them come.” Johnny had known Sara for a long time. He’d sat back and witnessed her mental strengths and her mental weaknesses.
Sara sighed.
This was easier for Johnny to say than Sara to do. Still the boy had a point. When you study to become an artist, you don’t tell yourself you know what the human body looks like, and start drawing. You look at the pieces of anatomy, one at a time, and let them tell you how they should be seen.
With out moving her head, Sara selected her castle. She sacrificed the castles position, guarding her queen. “Check.”
The drive back was easier than the drive there. Perhaps it was the fact that she had company. Even though Katrina was so quiet, she was still a warm body in the seat next to Sara. For some reason company, even quiet company, makes long drives easier. Silence was preferred anyways. Sara still had a laundry list of things she felt she needed to accomplish before her flight. She’d purposefully put these things off in hopes that she wouldn’t have to go anywhere. In hopes that she could just get Katrina back and the list wouldn’t have to be used.
Sara had to call the substitutes who would be teaching her classes in her absence. Sara had to make sure Ayesac would water Bob, a ten year old spider plant, in her absence. She had to make sure she had proper funds, her passport, should other ways of flight be impossible to achieve, her cloths. She hadn’t even packed for anything beyond the trip to pick Katrina up. If that just showed how much she really was holding onto the hope that things would be a quick fix. Experience told her no, but that child side felt like it was finally rubbing off on Sara, from her younger optimistic students.
The most important thing on Sara’s list, also had to do with one of her oldest friends. She needed a good meal and a lesson. Naturally Sara went to the man that had been her go to boy since he was 16.
(My apologies for making you people wait so long. College stuff has kept me busy.)
"Don't make yourself out to be a savior, many people died ,so... I wouldn't exactly brag about it"
Sara’s ears had been pinned back but they flicked forward at that come back. Yeah she was right there. her eyes shut and her chin dropped. “I tried.” Sara had pushed so much back then. All her tricks were used, and gotten wise to, and no matter what she did, the grave yard was still full. Holes were made and filled so fast, Sara feared she would be left alone there. with the guards.
"I know what kind of person you really are, you can fool slick over here, but you can't fool me"
“You’re right. I’m a B****.” Sara said quite simply. DeathStar didn’t know Sara, and she obviously didn’t care. Sara had, had little to no contact with the order since the camps. DeathStar was just doing what everyone else on the street did. Something Sara had grown quite sick of. DeathStar was judging her. Telling her what she was when there were little to no truths behind it.
"In fact, how about I shut you up"
The other girl broke into a charge, and a wall of ice went up just as Sara had moved into a proper stance to try and take the blow head on. “Spoil sport.” Sara mumbled before her eyes flicked in Sam’s direction. “You know some people talk better after they receive a few bumps on the head.”
