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.
“I would prefer if the cat didn’t get shot today…”
Sara stopped looking over the side. Ok so the combination of Luke and Sam were better at this point than her rushing in. Still, there was something in her that wanted to prove that she wasn’t being worthless.
"If you can freeze just the bottom half of the wall you'll kill the battery while saving the guns for evidence."
Sara Leaned back away from the railing, and nodded. That seemed like the next best plan, to her going down there. Though there was most likely fingerprints in the battery pack. And they would be more likely to remember to wipe the prints off of the gun, not the battery pack… No… Sara wasn’t going to be happy with any decision Luke came up with. That was just on principle.
“Once you freeze half the wall, I’ll go down first.” Maybe she could blame Luke for something with animal testing after this.
Sara distinctly heard the sound of cracking knuckles and she looked over her shoulder at the other man, another mutant, in the hood. One eye braw raised and she wondered for a minute, if he would bring on an attack from behind her. She’d never scene that mutant before. Sara wasn’t exactly used to having help or anything. She was used to being on her own side.
“Why is it every time I see you your either starting trouble or egging it on?”[//b]
“I can think of a couple times that we’ve met and I was doing nothing of the sort.” The time Tarin lost control in Time Square. Christmas. Did Sara waking up in the infirmary count as a third time or was that the same as the day with Tarin?
“or if you have to can you take the fight to the Danger Room where no one will get hurt,
“What’s a danger room?” Sara glanced sideways at Sam. Just the fact she didn’t know what the danger room was, she wasn’t going there, but it did have her curiosity.
"It doesn't matter, your going to get whats coming to ya"
Sara ducked sideways again, as something else went flying at her head. Sara’s paw shot up to block some free flying malt from smashing into her face. She then sucked the mess off of her paw like hand. Sam was right. They did make good chocolate malts. She scanned the rest of the dinner and shook her head. Then returned her glare to DeathStar. “I don’t see how you can hold a grudge over some stupid food incident that happened a year ago.”
“So what I’ve got order buddies. So what. I don’t need them to back me up, I don’t need my buddies in the Kabal either. You call you’re self an x-men and I think you’re an idiot because every time I’ve met up with you, you’ve acted like this. X-men are supposed to be leaders and teachers, and at the camps all you did was spout bull sh!t. I only shoved something in your mouths way. Even your own team member attacked you to shut you up and oh look. Here you are again, in the middle of the public making the x-men look bad. That’s one thing I’ll say about the order. They know where they stand, they have respect for themselves, and their consistent.”
“Actually I think it can be considered afternoon now.” Sara said as she checked her watch. Again, How fast was her illusion disappearing? Tail Check Note to self. Invest in a compact mirror. Thanks to the illusion, Sara seldom needed a mirror for things on her face, but the way the illusions started to go, it probably wasn’t a bad idea.
"Nice disguise, by the way. Were you hoping to evade recognition?"
The fleshy area of Sara’s nose darkened, under the pail nose of her illusion that staid the same china doll color. “Actually I’m having a bad hair day.” Sara said. She pulled her sun glasses a little down her nose to show Katrina her eyes. “Among other things.”
Sara hastily shoved her glasses up closer to her face. High on the ridge of her nose. “So are you all set?”
Sara didn’t really react to hearing The Staff’s groan. She’s learned to be cautious and not under estimate people any more. Thank a midnight blue, shimmery guy with pointy ears, for that. Besides. She could hear it in the man’s voice that he was older. There was something to still be said for older fighters. Their old for a reason, and they’ve gained experience to back them up. Sara wasn’t completely lacking in the understanding of how a fight worked, but she still didn’t have that experience that came with the age. She knew that.
Sara had been successful in the kick to his legs. That should slow him down. she thought as she pushed herself back at him. Intending on detaining him, some how. Not to kill him, but because she wanted to know why he was after Luke or rather, Wraith If he would attack Sara in such a way, as he had with the staff, that he was still healing from, who knows what he’d do to her boss. Or worst, if he discovered the connection between her boss, Luke, and Raina.
His right hand came up, and the gun in his grasp, didn’t register in Sara’s mind, until he emptied two round into her chest. Her eyes widened, in surprise, and pain. As she let herself tumble to the right, turning the move into a shoulder roll, to try and avoid more of the shots. Switching her from being on the chase, to being on the run.
The roll left her in a crouched position. Her left hand pressed against the ground, and her right pressed against her chest, where she’d been shot and a dark red stain was spreading. Clenching her jaw tight, breathing had become a bit awkward for Sara. Nothing she couldn’t deal with, but her lungs wanted to cough, and coughing hurt. She tried very hard to stifle the breaths as she stared The Staff Down.
Hoping that she could heal before he recovered enough t get up. Because moving hurts when you’re not healed.
Sara checked her watch. They still allowed watches in air ports. Right? Well no one was stopping her. Or running towards her. Sara took that as a good sign that watches were still allowed. Then again Sara had to look so strange. Thick sunglasses and hair scarf. Not the best fashion statements in the world.
Taking a deep breath, Sara made her way slowly, into the lobby, where she decided the best solution, was to pretend she was a monkey, and do what other people were doing. It took her a few minutes to follow a gentleman with a saign that had someone’s name on it, to the baggage clam conveyer belt. She stood there for another minute, bumping shoulders with people, trying to get through, and trying very hard not to get her tail stepped on. Thankfully that was still hidden by the illusion. Wasn’t it? Tail check Sara swiveled her neck backwards and looked down. Nope. No tail. Sara could feel it swaying back and forth behind her, but she didn’t see it. Please stay that way.
Stepping sideways, Sara pressed her way out from between people’s shoulders, and stepped back trying to see Katrina’s head over the crowd. She was rather eager to see the young lady, and get an update, first hand, about how the mission had gone. If it was still gong. And Sara desperately needed a new illusion. Her hand brushed by her ear, under the scarf, as she checked to make sure her tufts of hair were behaving themselves. She was still sort of new to wearing these illusions so she hadn’t gotten used to them when they stopped working. Tail Check
While mutant tolerance had changed since she first made her way to New York, Sara had learned to value her new social life. The social life tended to come apart when her illusion was off. So she needed Katrina.
She finally turned away from the crowd, choosing to follow her nose. Sara breathed a sigh of relief. The family that was sharing the bench with Katrina, had put a seat between her, and themselves, and Sara took the seat, giving the younger teacher a nudge as she sat. “Hey.” She poked put her hand, that thankfully still looked like it had well manicured nails, on Katrina’s shoulder. “I could pick you up and carry you, but that would look really odd. Wake up."
The great thing about having super senses was, Luke didn’t have to be able to look at Sara for her to know exactly what his emotion was. She could see the subtle difference in his stance, the change in his voice, and if she took a step forward, she would hear the muffled thumping of his heart. So Lucky Luke. Sara popped the other hip out to the side, and her tail flicked.
"Now who needs the help Miss Kitty?"
Sara’s ears flicked forward then flattened again. She didn’t need help. That was her official stand. She could get to things if she wanted to bad enough but she’d get shot… again. That was another official stand of Sara’s she was getting very tired of being shot.
"So feel free to be a typical feline and rush in, wasting a good 2 or 3 of your lives so you can save your precious fingerprints."
Ok that was practically a dare from the blind man. Sara looked over the railing of the stairs, actually thinking about accepting it. Just to give him the satisfaction of proving him right.
All of a sudden the other girl’s attitude had changed from all friendly with streak to all b*tchy chair throwing to Sara. Well. Stool throwing. The feline ducked and side stepped letting the stool fly right past her, where it smashed into the wall. “I think you still have some issues to work out.”
The human’s who were trying to enjoy their meals all gasped and now, if conversation hadn’t stopped, when Sara entered, it had stopped now. Sara’s nose darkened as she blushed. Looking at those that were now staring at her. Damnit! She hated being the center of attention. “So you’ve still got a problem with me.” Sara’s tail flicked. “you want to take this outside? Away from the business?”
Ayesac had his arm over Sara and she leaned against him. Feeling his warmth against the cold in more than one way. She weighed the bag in her hand. She hadn’t known exactly what to bring gift wise so she’d settled for bringing a bag of little individually packaged baking goods. It wasn’t great, but it also allowed Her and Ayesac, to not miss anyone. Seeing as Sara had no idea who would be there.
"Hi Sara."
“Hi Silver.” Sara waved at Shawn as she followed the rest to the mansion. She took some notice of the snow angels on the ground and the ears of one, reminded her of a someone she associated with the Blue Man group. “Nice Angels.”
“Take what ever you can eat!”
Sara stepped inside the door, and wiped her feet. “you might regret those words, Slick.” Sara ran her tongue over her lower lip as the smell of the food hit her nose.
Riding a giant guy was a bit odd. Sara had forgotten her problems with being a passenger, right up until he started to move, and jump. Sara instantly held on tighter, bending her head down, with her ears flattened, and her tail puffed t four times it’s normal thickness.
The second that they had landed after crashing through the glass of the dome, Sara hopped off. Tail still puffed, and she was a little shaky. “Ok. I’m not doing that again.”
Sara Raised her eye brow as Luke took an aggressive step towards her and she took one step back to adjust her stance. Shifting her weight back on that foot. If he really wanted a fight, Sara wasn’t backing down. She wouldn’t kill him, She wasn’t sure if she really could kill Luke. Even if her suspicion were right. It shocked her when Sam told her he would. It showed in her face as she looked at him.
“sides if I leave you two will probably kill each other.”
“probably right.” Sara said looking at Luke who was only stopped by the mention of Raina’s name.
"Wonderful... just wonderful. We've got guns trained on the rest of the house."
Sara crossed her arms and stood on the top step, behind Luke. Her tail flicked. “See, more traps.” She was annoyed by this sudden I’ll do it myself streak she was seeing from Luke. Typical. “Exactly why you need someone who knows what their doing.” Especially if he really wasn’t fooling around.
"I can alway vault over the railing and stay out of sight of those sensors. Difficult, but not impossible."
Sara rolled her eyes. “Or you can just be a typical male, and get yourself shot!” yeah, yeah, yeah. Sara was starting to push her luck with Luke again. Even if he innocent, She was probably fired. So who cared about being nice. “Can your sonar pinpoint the guns exactly? You could either instruct Slick to take the guns out, or follow the wires, in the walls, and I’ll disconnect them.” Disconnecting would be better than using ice on the guns as ice might remove finger prints.
Sara’s feet, and claws, went right into the roof of the building. Though not intended to. Her claws just naturally came out when her feet had that much pressure put to them. Her knees bent, absorbing the shock of her landing as if they were springs. Sara landed in a crouch, with her legs spread, slightly, and one hand on the roof, to steady herself.
"Hell hath no fury like a Meow Meow scorn it seems. Here, a chew toy!"
Sara’s eyes were dilated as she focused on the other mutant. Much the way house cat eyes work just before they pounce. She was settling into being more focused. Yeah what he had to say, did get to her at first. The hole jumping from the other building wasn’t something she would normally do to get at someone. She was mentally kicking herself for that. But at the same time, the way she saw this mutant’s powers working, she needed to stay close to him. His movement told Sara that a strike was coming. His taunt told her exactly where the strike was headed.
Her hand whipped up to her face to knock the staff to the side, while she pushed herself forward. The staff ws only diverted from it’s path by a couple of inches. Just enough for it not to hit her in the face. She pushed off of the ground, letting her feet take a sliding step forward. The staff was grabbed as the tail end was just barely passing her, and she reversed it’s direction. Jabbing the tail end, straight back at her taunter. Aiming for his chest. No doubt he’d move the staff again. The way he had before. So Sara added a kick to her attack. As soon as she had jammed the staff forward, she followed the motion of the jab, dropping lower to the floor and spinning her back leg around for the older gentleman’s knees. “Can old dogs learn new tricks?”
The explosion had managed to, not just burn a hold through Sara’s, new, coat. It managed to burn through her top, fur, and made her skin blister. Sara sucked in oxygen, her skin flexed, and she flinched. Burns were annoying. But at least she hadn’t been electrocuted.
Sara turned her attention back onto the roof. She could hear the almost quiet shifts of the Wraith look alike. She willed her burn to heal faster, not that she had any real control over her body’s healing process. Mean while she tried to decide if he was going look down over the edge at her, or if she should start making her way sideways along the side of the building. No way she was playing peek-a-boo when she had no idea what other weapons he might have.
Sara shifted her grip on the brick work. Angling her feet so that they were flat against the wall when he decided it was time to move. He sailed right over Sara, and she glared at him when he gave that mew, mew taunt. Sara kicked her heals off of the wall, clung to the bricks, and flipped her body around so her feet flipped over her head, and her legs coiled to brace against the bricks. So that her body was crouched horizontally.
Sara pushed off against the wall, propelling herself high into the air. Obove the next, lower roof. Her body twisted around trying to make herself a harder target to hit, and she aimed to bring her clawed feet down on the man’s chest.
(Luke. If I go too far in any of this. PM me. I’ll edit.)
"Stupid b*itch!"
Sara grinned. She could have laughed in his face for that If he’d given her the time before trying to attack her. He had started calling her that word a few nights ago, when Raina was in the other room. Unaware that her furry friend and her love bug were having such problems. “Took that name long enough to come out.” Sara practically pat the words in Luke’s face.
“SARA STOP!!”
Luke could thank Sam for the distraction. Her eyes flashed as if they had little lights of their own, and she shot a defiant glare at Sam. Yeah, yeah. Sam had a point with the stopping because this was foolish but at the same time it felt right. I mean someone’s trying to kill you you’re not just going to hand them a knife and tell them to pick an artery.
Sara wasn’t stopping like Sam told her to. For one thing, he said things with entirely too much authority. He should know better. You never command a cat to do something. For another, he distracted her long enough Luke managed to get a cheep shot off at her. With his knee going straight up into her gut. The air hissed out of her, and the hit woke her back up to what was going on. Oh yeah. Choking someone who’s possibly trying to kill me. Where did possibly come in?
Her attention returned to Luke in time to see the Punch coming. And that punch was about bloody time! It meant that this saint who was Dating Rain, and putting up with Sara’s continual antics against him, was finally showing he wasn’t perfect. Though that still didn’t take his head off of the chopping block. Sara Jerked her head back, as her free arm came up, crossed Luke’s wrist, that was connected t the fist trying to smash it’s self in Sara’s face, and Sara shoved that attack away from her face. Using the Same circular motion, Sara forced Luke’s arm down, grabbed his wrist in her hand, and twisted his arm.
She sacrificed the grip on Luke’s neck to grab his shoulder, Using his punch to turn him so she could shove him face first, back towards the wall. Though this time she pressed on the houlder of the arm she held twisted behind hid back.
"If I... wanted... you dead... I... wouldn't have come... in... I.... would have... blown up the house... with... remote!"
“Like I said before. You’re either a genius or an idiot.” Luke just didn’t get it. Sara had such difficulty trusting. It’s why she tried very hard to keep herself as closely guarded as she did. It’s why she didn’t stay for Raina’s party and why she didn’t stay at the mansion or seek out the help people offered her. When things were too good to be true, they just weren’t true then. Luke just didn’t get that because he kept showing Sara things that were too good to be true. To trust.. .. ..
“Please Sara let him go, Luke said it wasn’t him and I believe him, so please!”
.. .. ..But Sam might.. .. ..She shivered, but not because of air conditioning Sam was providing. Luke wouldn’t know it, but Sara and Sam shared more in common than the fact that both their names started with SA. They had both had a portion of their lives robbed, and they both had a set of numbers on their backs.
“What if you’re wrong, Slick?” Her head bowed as she practically spoke the words in a breath. Sara was strong enough to have control of Luke if she wanted to. She knew it and it was something that meant a lot to her. To drop her hold on things and to try chancing the fact that just maybe Sam was right, Made her shiver again. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her jaw tightened. She was thinking so hard on what was going on. How the house had activated it’s guns after her and Luke were up the stairs, the sounds, Luke’s sound, to trust. To pull away. To twist Luke’s arm so hard she breaks it.
Slowly she let Luke’s arm slip away from her finger tips, and she stepped away, closer to Sam. “If you’re really wanting to investigate this house, then I’m not leaving.” She still wanted proof and wasn’t giving Luke the chance to tamper with any, if it was there. “you can’t see the sensors like I can. Hell. I obviously can’t see them all.” All the more reason to be suspicious of Luke. Didn’t he think about the fact he might kill himself if triggered something? A genius cat killer would… and idiot wouldn’t… “There could be more traps."
“Not the one I walked through but for some reason there was machine guns mounted in the walls,”
Sara glared at Luke. “And you said my nose was acting up. F*** that. I should know better.” She had been convinced of the same thing, but things were coming together now. Weren’t they Lukey.
“So what the hell is going on here and why the hell is that alarm still going off?”
OK Recap time.
“Oh you’re about to find this really funny, Slick. Really F***ing Funny.” Sara was loosing her cool. Having someone you think you should trust, try to kill you, sort of does that to you. “It’s him.” Sara pointed an accusing finger at Luke. “I get a little protective of his gal, Raina. You know their dating right? And he offers me a job working as a security consultant. Testing out his security gizmos. So here we are.” Sara waved her hand around the hall. “Think about it. He hires me to test his Sh!t and I agree like the fool I am. Then his Sh!t starts trying to BBQ my hide.” Sara held up the arm that had been burned. The skin had lost the bubbles, and the fur was still missing. Stinking line burned hair. The scar on her arm was just starting to disappear. Showing exactly how fresh the wound had been. “And now Luke has the Gull to play stupid.” Sara practically hissed.
"Bastard!"
“Exactly what I was thinking!” Sara glared past Sam, as Luke made his way to the stairs.
"Sara... get out of here. This is my business so it's my responsibility."
“Oh hell no.” Sara side stepped around Sam and took too marching steps straight for Luke. “I’m not going. I want proof” Sara growled. No way she was doing what Luke told her to. It’s the way she survived. It was her habit, and hell would freeze over before she started obeying someone that was trying to kill her. Not when she was little and not now.
“Drop the game Luke.” Like a flash, Sara covered the distance between her and Luke. One hand grabbed him by the shoulder, hauling his sorry tail side backward and slamming him against the wall of the hall. Her other hand went for his throat, to try and block out his air supply. “Drop the charade.”
Claustrophobia was starting to seep in at the back of Sara’s mind. She was shaken when she realized she was trying to claw and punch her way through where the metal frame work was too close for her to squeeze through.
She bowed her head, squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn’t get through the wall and she couldn’t get out. Her head speed up and she was working on keeping her head together. It seemed like Luke took forever to do what ever he was doing on the other side. A wave of his sonar came through, between the metal frames and Sara’s ears flattened. Luke’s sonar wasn’t helping her nerves. Did he know that?
"Sara! There's spot in the drywall three or four feet away from the door where the frame allows an opening! I'm kicking through!"
She heard the kicks. And she heard the sound of two Machine guns on the stairs… ok that explained the armory smell. Still, she wasn’t sure what Luke was really up to. Would he act things out, like this, if he were trying to kill Sara? He’s been saintfuly nice, since Sara met him. But if he planned this… Things weren’t adding up yet.
Sara took a deep breath, and took two steps away from the door. There was a rod iron lamp in the room and she picked it up. Swinging it like a club at the spot in the wall she heard Luke trying to kick through. The bottom went straight through and Sara pulled the base back. Making a hole about the size of a basket ball.
"Think you can speed up the process?"
Sara swung the rod iron lamp back and used the base to hack at the wall again. “Slick?” Sra said a little surprised when she pulled the lamp through and could angle her head out the window enough to see Sam standing there. She stuck her head and her arms through the hold, dug her claws in on either side of the hole and pulled the rest of herself through so that she was now in the hall way. Dropping lightly onto her feet. “Luke you’re either a genius or an idiot.”
She took a moment to try and hear past Luke sonar. It was hard but she could have sworn that the house was now sounding different. Maybe that was Luke’s mutation? “Are the rest of the exits boarded up like this?
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