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 hanced a glance sideways at Katrina. She liked to believe that it was possible to change people’s minds as well. She also knew from experience that changing someone’s mind was easier said than done.
Sara faced turned back to the road, and their car turned, smoothly, into the hotel. There was relief that this part of their trip was finished, and at the same time, Sara worried about what was to happen next.
This was for her students. Not her. Sara needed to know that she was making things better. Or at least doing what was for the better good.
The car came to a stop and Sara’s stomach growled. A reminder of what she hadn’t been able to get, that she still wanted.. .. .. “Home sweet home. I’ll show you to the room, then I think I’ll raid the vending machines?”
Almost all of my top choices have been nominated here. Almost...
Katrina. You have all the powers here on MRO wrapped around your little finger. You could rule the world here, on MRO, if you batted your eye lashes enough. Katrina's writing is not only superb, but she spends much of her time, doing the mod work here on MRO.
Now this was embarrassing… Sara had landed on top of Luke. Not something she had fully thought out when she planned that horizontal spin. And how had this snow happened. Sara had bowed her head to try to shield her ears from the explosion, when Sam had stepped out in front of them.
"Sara... mind letting me up? I think we're probably safe for now."
Yeah. “Gladly” Sara pushed herself up, shaking the snow loose from her shoulders, head and back. Padding her arms and shoulders free of the snow and frost. Well being coated in Sam’s ice was an interesting experience. Sara wasn’t sure if she liked how it hung on her fur, but interesting. “And you’re not useless.”
Sara took a breath then coughed as she worked to get her feet under her. “Man those explosives stink.”
Sara frowned at DS. So she didn’t like being called Layla. Oh well in that case. Layla, Layla, Layla, Layla. Ha!
She didn’t lie the way DeathStar was starting to treat Sam, and she didn’t like the fact that she chose to push him. Even if Sara had found him annoying at one time, ages ago, he had grown on her with the past few meetings. He was too nice to have friends like her.
DeathStar’s kick came after the shadow knife made an appearance, and Sara’s body reacted to the oncoming threat. Instead of completely dodging, like she had with the stool and the milk shake, she shifted her weight to the side so that the kick didn’t strike her in the chest, but rather, scraped past her shoulder. Thanks to her turning her body so that she was a smaller target. Her arm went over DeathStar’s leg, and she brought her bicep down pinning the other girl’s leg to her side. The hand on her same arm, came up to press and secure DeathStar’s knee, and Sara twisted her body around to use the other girl’s momentum to wing her around. Her free arm shot forward to connect with DeathStar’s sternum. Slamming her upper body against the floor.
"I can recognize explosives but don't ask me to disarm them. I have a little trouble snipping the right colored wire."
“Actually with your mutation, Luke, you should take up examining explosives as a hobby.” Sara was trying to be serious. She was actually trying hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, because this statement was sincere. Even if her voice still sounded a little stressed. Be nice girl, Just be nice. “With your sonar, you could learn about bombs. I would think that being able to see past the case of a bomb’s package, and understanding the electronics, would make you the perfect bomb expert.”
"I'm afraid I missed that one. I've always been more of a reader. That whole... watching thing was never my thing."
Ok forget the completely nice, nice thing. “You Watched Movies with Raina. OK fine you’re not a watcher, but have you ever Heard of audio commentary?” Speaking of commentary, Sam started some interesting commentary about what he was doing to Luke’s backside.
“Luke don’t move I am layer some ice under your butt so it doesn't blow off just in case… sorry if it’s cold…”
“I’m not.” Sara said as she checked behind her where CS was working on the first section of the wall. “If someone’s really trying to make a killing tonight, to try to send us away was stupid.” Sara was still stubbornly telling herself this could be Luke trying to make her trust him again, but in her heart, her mind was loosing that argument. They were going to have to have a private talk when this was over. Weather Luke wanted to talk, or not. “It serves you right, to get, ironically, cooled off.” Not that Sara didn’t know she needed to cooling off too. But she wasn’t the one with her ass on ice.
Slowly Sara stood back up from trying to see under the couch. This was definitely going to be a hard move. Took Luke’s out reached hand, and held it. Trying to make her grip sure, and reassuring. Though at this point her right ear was twitching as much as the tip of her tail was flicking. She didn’t like this. Not one bit, and while she wasn’t leaving, she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of explosions going off. Were there more in the house, that they hadn’t discovered yet? Would those go off too? Luke didn’t say anything about the wires in his couch bomb going anywhere else. The butterflies threatened to go up Sara’s throat and she forced them back down by concentrating on the distance Sara needed to move to get over Sam’s wall, and still be next to it. She knew she could lift Luke, from the past experiences of threatening him. So this was just going to have to work.
“ready when you are…”
"On your mark Sara."
Wow. They were actually doing this. They were listening to Sara and she had herself in the range of fire, right next to the man she had just accused of trying to kill her. Go figure. Trust is a weird thing when it comes to situations like this.
Sara looked at both of the men while she crouched next to the couch. One hand still holding Luke’s while the other edged it’s way under his shoulder blade. Didn’t need him dislocating a shoulder when she pulled his arm.
“One…” Sara’s fingers tightened on Luke’s hand, trying to give a physical sort of reassurance. Then she let go of his hand and slid her fingers around his wrist. Where he could hopefully lock his hand, more securely around hers.
“Two…” Wow the hand that was under Luke’s shoulders was getting a little cold. She could feel the frost forming and clinging to the fur of her entire arm. Mean while her entire body tensed. She made the last minute calculations and her right food slid, forward, to a better stance.
“Three.” Sara not only lifted Luke up, but twisted her body around, so that she jumped into a low sort of sideways spin over Sam’s ice. Speedy, efficient, and used her body as a shield incase she wasn’t fast enough. The two of them landed with a not so graceful thump, beside Sam. Rolling just a little to cushion the blow of the floor.
(This feels so much like the mob to me. I hope I didn’t get too far a head in this post.)
"First, would you mind if I asked your name? I heard of you from various contacts; they say that you are reliable, and confidential. However, they also called you 'Were'. Is there any name you would rather I use...?"
She nodded. A little surprised at the question to know her real name. “It’s Sara.” She said rather simply. She didn’t know if that was really her name or not, but it’s was the name she liked being called the most, when she was little. She liked letting it stick. “The name Were is a name created by other people. Not by me. It comes in handy, but I prefer the name Sara.” It made her at least sound normal. Not so odd, monstrous, or mysterious.
Sara allowed herself to take another mouth full as the boy stated his business. The entire time she listened to, not just his words, but the way his breathing was, his heart. Trying to decide exactly what things were about. He was definitely acting completely different from what she thought she remembered a boy with that face from acting, and that fact shot up all sorts of red flags in her mind. Sara didn’t like thinking of herself as skittish, but recent events, one involving a maze, another involving a warehouse leading to a shocking tail, and who could forget the job with Luke, had her double thinking about every job she took. Everything she did, and yet, she still managed to make those stupid mistakes.
“No. I’m not happy with the world as it is now.” Sara agreed with the young man. She was a mutant who sat in the back of a restaurant, segregated from people, she told herself she did better not knowing. That didn’t mean that she didn’t like people though. People were her bread and butter. They were the owners of the pockets she picked, the majority of her employers were honest, enough, humans (Obviously not completely honest to hire her.) and she did have some humans as friends. Like Johnny. Who could be bringing Slate’s order any minute now, Sara thought.
Sara thought back for a moment to the other human’s she liked. She enjoyed her time’s people watching in the park. The children were entertaining, and she also recalled her and Luke’s Uncle, Oliver Jacobs, had gotten along fast. She didn’t quite understand why Luke had the problems he said he did with him. Yep. Sara could definitely say that she wasn’t a human hater.
“If you really want to commission me, I’d like to hear about the job, and you’re company, that you’ve inherited.” Sara’s amber eyes flickered in the dim light for a moment, before she broke the eye contact with Slate. Johnny was just around the corner of the door way, with the steaming plate of sweet and sour chicken in his hand. He hesitated, clearly having heard part of the conversation, before taking the last to huge steps up to the table. Setting Slate’s food down in front of him. Along with a glass of water. Johnny promised to bring the ice cream out when Slate was finished, and then he disappeared again, walking to the other side of the door frame. Sara didn’t hear his feet move farther than the other side of the wall, where he was no doubt trying to listen.
Sara couldn’t help but smirk at the curious kid. She’d do the same thing. “Johnny. Can I have another order of egg rolls.”
The younger teen chimed from the other side of the door. Slightly surprised. “Ah, Sure thing Sara.” His foot steps disappeared deeper into the kitchen.
"Look!, I'm only an X-man when I am in uniform, I don't know where you heard all that crap about X-men being so righteous, because you met the wrong one"
“no kidding.” DeathStar was probably one of the many reasons why Sara didn’t let herself stay at the mansion. Even when she had been invited, or offered help. She was well aware that there were x-men that had killed, as well. She’d witnessed them killing before and had no doubt that she would see it again, when the time came.
“The uniform means nothing, Layla”
“I’m sorry Sam.” Why was it trouble just followed Sara around. It seemed to particularly reach it’s peak when Sam was around. Ok some of the time, Sara asked for it, but more times than not, she was surviving or defending herself.
“Can everyone calmly leave the restaurant and could someone please call the police for me? Tell them Jack Frost is here they will know what it means…”
“Thank you.” Sara mumbled. One she didn’t want to hurt someone… other that Layla here, and two she really didn’t wand an audience. Although she really wasn’t happy about the police showing up.
"Now listen you little scruffy furball, I will advise you to run while you still have a chance, besides I think its about time you take care of those fleas don't you think"
The girl had gotten closer, even touching Sara to indicate the feline had fleas. Trying to make Sara take the first swing? A furry eye brow was raised as Sara tilted her head, and there was a twitch at the corner of her mouth. Giving her a cynical smirk. Cats never do what they know you want them to. “I don’t know what insults me more. The fact you go for the easy buttons to push, or the fact you didn’t take the time to think up a more original insult.” Sara wasn’t making the first swing. She wasn’t backing down either.
“I wish to be peaceful. Don’t start something you can’t stop.”
“Sara you good with bombs or you want me to freeze it? Luke I wouldn’t recommend you move either…”
“My experience is with Locks and generally things that don’t blow up. Ayesac’s the explosive expert.” Sara admitted. “Give me second. I don’t know if freezing it would cause any of the wrong parts to separate.”
"It's a shaped charge from what I can see with my sonar,"
“I didn’t know you could see that much, or knew that much about explosives.” Sara leaned forward and squatted down beside the couch. Trying to see under the edge, but with no luck.
“I don’t suppose you’re familiar with the Indiana Jones Movies, Slick. The one where he is getting an Idol at the beginning and has that little bag of sand.” Sara was moving back and forth along the edge of the couch. Trying to see it better but without lifting the couch, she wasn’t having any luck.
“Sam, start making a thick wall at waist height, just in case.” Sara had so few times that she chose to take charge, or bark out orders. Being the loner that she was, the opportunity just didn’t come up. “Luke, I’m going to lift you up, on the count of three, and we’ll dive behind the wall. Sam, When I lift Luke up, See if you can form a block of ice where he is laying now, without having either one of us stuck in the ice.”
Sara sighed. “If one of you have a better idea, I’d love to hear it.”
Sara eased her car off of the mane drag, and slowly they started to pass one hotel after the next. Though it would still be a little while before they reached the one she’d booked.
“I was hoping you coming home, would mean that everything over seas was settled.” Her brow knit and she glanced side ways at the younger teacher. This was such a big task for someone her age. Wait. How old was Kat again? Sara counted the years back as they drove.
After some mental thinking and mental head slapping, Sara decided Katrina couldn’t be called too young for this task, and at the same time Sara told herself she shouldn’t be feeling old. “Making them see reason would be the best thing, but Katrina, sometimes people just don’t. When you present someone with a different idea, you have that person’s ideas and beliefs already in their minds.”
To Say that Sara was thrilled would be an extreme over statement. To say she was pissed would as well. Sara finished the shrimp’s trip to her mouth, set it within her teeth, and slowly started chewing it. Head side first.
So far, there were only three people that had ever joined her back here, or a meal. Slade was invited once after the WereCar had run over the WereCat on the side walk. Ayesac joined her, when he wasn’t doing his own work, and of course Johnny there. Luke found his way to the place once, but that was after Sara had come and gone, and Sara didn’t think he ate anything. Sara didn’t exactly like eating with strangers. Particularly strangers that were looking for her with out her permission.
The other part that bothered her was this young man looked a little familiar. Sara had a near photographic memory. Talented enough she could draw almost anything she saw, but that was easiest done, with memories she’d gotten over the last few months. Then when she thought she found the face of the young man, she connected it to some jumping, pointing, and stupid questions. That wasn’t the right attitude match for what she saw before her now.
"Please, would you mind if I joined you? I had some business I wished to discuss, if you are not too busy this evening."
Ok. So this was better than the initial barging in. Sara liked being asked. So she gave the boy some mental brownie points back. “Take a seat.” Sara said waving her hand at the opposite side of the make shift booth. She leaned sideways as she tried to see where Johnny had gone to in the kitchen, but he hadn’t returned yet. She could think of a million things she’d rather do, than talk business after her experience with Luke, but she also needed cash. “I’ve got a few hours free.”
Johnny stood there not really sure what to think. He just told the guy to order, Technically, and Technically he did. Last year, when Sara started coming around the Restaurant, she bribed her way into the place. Now she had to be their best customer. Man that cat can eat! But now. Well, now people wanted to see her, and technically she wasn’t supposed to be there. What with the worry for cat dander. That was why Sara’s table was in the back, next to the back door. Not on the floor and not in the kitchen.
He placed his order, and Johnny sighed. (Though it was odd to take an order at the front desk. Did this man know that?) Ok. So he at least ordered. Maybe this was important anyways. To have him meet Sara.
“Yes Sir. That order would be just fine. We do have that IceCream.” Johnny scribbled it down on the little pad kept on his apron. “Please follow me.” Johnny started to walk as he finished writing. There wasn’t very much different about the order, other than the fact it had water. Not Pop, but water.
Johnny stuffed the pad of paper back into his apron pocket, and as they passed an empty table he gathered the place mat, and napkin that had been rapped around a fork, spoon and knife, accompanying those with a pair of chop sticks. The type that you had to pull out of the paper. Then he lead the way into the kitchen. Not seating Slate in the mane dining room but taking him to Sara.
On their way, they passed an older gentleman, cooking stir fry. His brow knit slightly when he saw Johnny leading Slate past their kitchen but nothing was said, out loud.
Finally they walked through a door way, that was lacking a door at the back of the kitchen. This was a sort of breeze way that was as wide as the entire restaurant. On one side, there was a sink, where the boy had been studying and working. Dirrectly a head was a back door into the alley way, used to take out the trash, and as Sara’s personal door, then there was Sara. Still playing the game on her cell phone, with one hand, as her other picked the shrimp up, one by one, how ever the latest shrimp was only half way to an open mouth. Sara’s head tilted. This was new.
“There you go, Sir.” Johnny said as he laid the place mat and silverware on the table. So Slate could take the bench across from Sara.
Johnny smiled as he came up. The 15 year old by was short for his age. The usual mop of smooth cark hair, and finally been buzzed back to exactly an inch of length and laid perfect on the boy’s head. Every hair as straight as the booths that lined the walls of his family’s establishment. He wore a white polo and a dark pair of pants, over a blue and white pair of sneakers, and a dark red apron.
"Hello, I'm looking for someone. I heard a rumor this might be a good place to find her, and that she, ah... … She can get jobs done. I think she goes by 'Were'. Would you happen to know where she is, or how I can find her...?"
Johnny just stared at the older boy like he was nuts. Ok He might know a certain feline that might or might not be sitting in the back of the restaurant at this very moment, possibly enjoying sweat and sour shrimp. But Sara was her name. Sara. And the boy wasn’t exactly pleased that there were these people coming here all of a sudden, looking for her. Ok the first one was cool. It’s not every day that you get to meet a real supper hero like Wraith but this one wasn’t beyond ordinary. Johnny didn’t know exactly what to make of him so the dead pan look on his face was well placed and well acted out. One eye brow twitched up. Above the other. “.. .. ..”
"Also, I would like to order. For here. What do you recommend?"
Oh well. He was going to be a paying customer. That made things completely different. Grabbed a menue off of the stack that was kept behind the cash register. “Well that depends on how much your willing to spend, Sir.” Implying that the more money he slipped this sly teen, the more likely Johnny was to tell him Where Sara was. After all. This one seemed harmless enough. To emphasize the point, Johnny held up his thumb and index finger. Rubbing the two together as if he were holding a stack of bills.
“If you really want My Opinion, I Can tell you to order something off of the dinner side. With an appetizer. The more Expensive the better.”
Sara steadied the man as she clung, with her arm over the side of the roof, and her other extended out to the side, with the other arm holding him out so he didn’t bang himself into the wall. She tilted her head to watch his head dangle. His hood disappeared and Sara studied his face. The smell of his sweet reached her nose.
“A draw.” She laughed at the man. It was amazing. She had him by the ankle and the man couldn’t admit that she bested him. He had the gull to not only shoot her, but to throw a bomb at her head and he had the gull to say draw. Oh yeah. That made a lot of sense. NOT!
Before, the man had another chance to do something like Shoot her, Sara lifted him with the same instant she moved her right foot. Aiming to kick the back of her heal into his temple, to knock him out. A quick shot, clean, without her claws. Only intending to knock him out.
The truth was Sara didn’t like knocking people out, but after resent experiences, she wasn’t giving an inch to this older man. He was physically weaker, and slower but she still considered him a threat. If only because of the experience he probably had over her. She shook her head, as she pulled herself up over the edge of the roof, dragging him with her, then propping him up in a seated position, and waiting for him to wake up. Sara had a few questions.
The Dragon in. A small cubby hole in the side of a wall of colossal buildings that served the best, Americanized, Chinese quinines. Even though the place was small, the restaurant didn’t survive on people who ate in, but rather, the long line of take out customers that lined at the front door, during the lunch hour. Men and woman, down on their luck, mingled with shoppers, business men, and shoppers, waiting to buy a large lunch, with no MSG, and then get on with the rest of their day. By five-o-clock, the crowd out the front was no more, and the narrow strip of booths would be occupied by families, business meetings, students, and couples on cheep dates.
The inside of the restaurant looked like the inside of a ship. Dark wood paneling lined the walls on the outside of the booths, lined the space next to the walls like soldiers. In the center of the room was a row of tables. Across the walls, above the wood paneling, were large imperial, dragons, that had been carved into hard foam panels, painted with a cielent that kept then from being picked apart, and then covered in gold paint, Stretching from the front of the room, to the back. Paper lanterns, decorated with ink brush strokes of symbols Sara could never recognize, were hung in the corners. Completing the look.
The business was owned by a family Sara had recently become close to. Especially close to the family’s youngest son, Johnny, who at the moment was leaning over a sink full of pots. Sara was seated at a table, Johnny had set up for her. A card table, with a bench that was built into the wall, was where Sara sat. Eating her way through a plate of sweet and sour shrimp. Her new cell phone was held loosely between her hands as she tapped out the buttons that made the snake in her game turn and eat mice.
Casually she glanced at Johnny, who while washing the dishes, was leaning sideways to read his history book, that sat on the counter. Half the pages hung over the edge of the fake marble, and Sara made out an image of Uncle Sam pointing straight at the opposite wall. ‘We Want You.’
The bell at the front door to the restaurant jingled and Johnny immediately started walking up front, Wiping his hands on his aprin.
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