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.
Sam’s response to Sara made her chuckle. She pushed herself into a sitting position and scooted so that she was next to Sam. Her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her tail flicked, then slid over Sam’s feet so she could find him. More for her own comfort level in deeling with the lack of sight at the moment, than anything else.
“So that means that if there is a next time, that you will be calling me then… Right?” The smirk on Sara’s face spread into a grin. “Because I could see this happening again.”
One of the good things about Sara, was that as quickly as her temper could come out, she could also calm herself down just as quickly. With every step that she took closer to the café where the action had taken place at first, her shoulders became more and more relaxed. It also helped that Clayton had said her eyes pretty and called her a woman. Even if he had been holding a gun to her head, he hadn’t called her a monster.
Her right ear flicked back in Clayton’s direction and she couldn’t help but notice that he was continuing to talk to himself… Or someone. She paused just outside the café waiting for him. Her head tilted, arms crossed, as she glanced over her shoulder at him.
”… But one of the city's undead might find something."
OK. That explained it. Sara had met others who could talk with the dead, or undead, and she found it easing to know that she wasn’t having to deal with someone who just plain heard voices. Clayton moved to catch up with her. Well the skeleton wasn’t the only one who could tell people about themselves. “You talk to ghosts.” Sara said simply as Clayton caught up and she turned to continue on her way. Their strides adjusting to match each other’s. She shrugged at Clayton’s apology. “It happens. It just happens to happen to me a lot but yeah. Something about having a face like a cat.”
They entered the café and Sara sighed. Her fist tightened at her side. The waitress looked scared still but also at a loss for what to do. Leave the place of business where she had a responsibility. Responsibility that was probably the only thing that kept her from running, or… Run. “You still got some tea? Preferably iced… Or just water would do.” Healing took a lot from Sara’s body, but it wasn’t as costly as bleeding did. Her body healed, but she still needed to stay hydrated. The waitress nodded, numbly. The small task that Sara had given her shook her from her position and she seemed to do better with something easy for her mind to think about.
"Damn... What have you got?
Sara rubbed her face with the padded palm of her hand. “Just give me a moment. There’s something off and I can’t put my finger on it.” Sara replied. Sara’s head was starting to feel numb. And like it would start pounding at the same time. “My name’s Sara by the way.” She said as she sank into a chair across from him. Her legs crossed and she leaned back heavily on the back of the chair.
Her ears twitched and she distinctly heard three heart beats. Witch made sense, there were three of them in the café right then and there… Scratch that… Her amber eyes shifted over to Clayton, then swept the space behind him. “You don’t have a pulse. Do you?” The waitress had brought Sara her ice tea, and Sara murmured a thank you that was more out of the habit of being polite that a fully thought out command. Rising with her tea, she was looking for the third pulse. Trying to pinpoint it with her ears swiveling back and forth and her nostrils flaring. When it came to tracking, Sara was better than a blood hound.
She finally came to rest and relax next to the table that had been directly behind Clayton. The pulse was coming from that table and as Sara slid a hand across it’s wood surface, the edge of it shook ever so slightly. “Come on. No one is going to hurt you.” If Sara was wrong, she would have looked stupid, but she wasn’t and she knew it. A fact made even more present when little droplets of water formed across the table’s surface and smeared at her touch. “Mamm?” Sara addressed the waitress. “Do you have a clean cloth? One of your tables is sweating.”
... There was another cat joke. What? She couldn't make a comment like a normal person? Normal people call things fishy too... Oh well.
As Sara moved to follow the xmen, she crossed her arms. A smirk tugged at the right corner of her face. "After you made the cat jokes, I'd love to see you try to stop me. Whoever you are." Hint hint. As long as she was going to be insulted, it might be nice to know a name.
“Right. The riots.” Sara said and she sighed. The riots had been ugly for everyone it seemed. “I was actually thinking more along the lines of why steal so much milk? It’s fishy.” Sara replied.
A few quick steps took her back to the window where she could see Roxy had joined in a game of fetch with one of the other residence and their dog. Valery, a young mutant who’s perspiration came out as incense scented smoke. Sara waved from the window, and Valery waved back. Valery would make sure that Roxy got to Sara’s old dorm and before Sara left the window, she motioned to the door, indicating that she was going to be gone for a bit.
Sara turned to follow the xmen member. “I’d prefer Chinese takeout, but I’m partial to chocolate glaze.” She was coming too weather he wanted her to or not. Why was she being so pushy and so nosy? Sara herself really didn’t know. Maybe it was just boredom.
Sara still held Mac at bay. The sai that he’d thrown at her face was tucked, smoothly, into her belt. She probably could have given it back to Evelyn, but at the moment, she wasn’t thinking that way. She just didn’t want the weapon in the hands of any of the goons.
The tang of the different smells of the room sank into Sara’s nose making it wrinkle. Her eyes dilating a little and she checked Evelyn. Then swinging her full attention back on Mac when his weight shifted, Telling him with the slightest shake of her head that she didn’t like the move. “Do you ever not spontaneously start bleeding when we meet?” Ok. It was Sara’s way of asking if Evelyn was ok but obviously her communications skills needed some work.
“These gentlemen ruffed up a friend of mine earlier this evening, so what ever we end up doing, they will not be on the street tonight.” Mac was getting visibly antsy and Sara didn’t like it, as her eyes narrowed on his yet again. “A freezer might not be a bad idea with spark back there.”
It seemed that the sleeping mutant didn’t like his folder being messed with too much. Sara shrugged at the curiosity killed the cat comment. She’d heard it before. Many times before. “Try being more original.” She said with a one shoulder shrug.
Sara moved to walk slowly ever so slowly back to the, formerly, sleeping mutant. However rather than closing the folder, as she made her way slowly to back to him, she flipped to the next page and skimmed that one, too. If this folder really was that much of a secret, then it wouldn’t have been left on a table. “I just wanted to know what Sam has gotten me into.”
She hadn't finished reading the folder, but when she’d gotten into reach she shut the folder with the same obedience as any self respecting cat. Then handed it over. Tilting her head and her stance, Sara moved so that she could look down the call at the wall clock. “It’s seven fourty… In the evening. Ok. I get that it’s a lot of milk being stolen… But milk? Really?”
Sara shrugged while still stuck in the ball of ice. Making it rock slightly. “I wasn’t counting that…” Sam released Sara and she fell. Panicked only for a moment because even though she knew Sam turned the program off, she still was expecting to fall in the water. Surprised at the solid thunk her hip made with the bottom of the danger room floor. “We were holding back in that one.”
She still couldn’t see because her sight hadn’t returned to her yet and the recent events still had her sixth sense on. Until Sara slowed her heart beat, she had no chance of getting her sense of sight back. So she settled for rolling onto her stomach, propping herself up on one elbow, and listening to Sam. She was obviously much more comfortable not trapped in a ball of ice. Her head lifted and tilted at Sam when he finished. “I count four years.” Her free arm and shoulder shrugged and she started massaging her temple. As if that was going to help her manipulate that side of her mutation. “And if I don’t get that call?” Sara asked. Teasingly.
When Sam yelled back at her, her ear that was still free of the ice ball, flinched back against the ice behind her head. Was that really necessary? She replied with a low vocal that wasn’t quite a growl, but could have easily been mistaken as one.
The danger room session disintegrated around them, and Sara’s ball of ice, that Sam had trapped her in, fell to the floor with a heavy thunk. Making Sara’s jaw tighten and she grunted. Sam fell on his backside, and Sara found herself staring at him, still upside down, but the ball of ice still held her at an angle that was tilted towards her back.
”You also owe me a new TV.”
“Yeah yeah. I know.” Sara sighed. She hated loosing but she would just have to get better for next time. “I don’t suppose that the best two out of three would count here?” She spoke while forcing the tention out of her shoulders. Starting to try to wiggle her tail and her fingers but so far, she wasn’t getting very far. “What happens now?”
She’d freed herself from the first wall of ice. That was made clear when her foot fell free, and her arms pushed herself up, against the platform. Sam was on her heals and now that she’d spent a few moments on the ice over the water, she’d had a chance to rethink that plan. However, it was too late.
She’d taken off towards the woodlands again, and an intense cold took a hold of Sara. Literally. She felt a lerch in her stomach and while she was still moving forward, it was like trying to move through thickened water. Every path that every part of her body took was etched out in her mind. Her hair that floated around her shoulders as in if slow motion, her tail. Even the bird that swooped down seemed to be caught off guard and every motion of every feather joined in the 3D road map that etched it’s self out in Sara’s mind. Combine that with the intense cold that hit Sara’s lunges when she inhaled so sharply, and she found herself back pedaling as two thick walls came up in front of her. Represented by two thick ribbons of paths that now representing a thick wall around herself and Sam.
She spun back around. Well spun as best she could. Her hair swimming around her face and her amber slit eyes. Her equilibrium because of the effects of winter wonder land, was off, and so she ended up sliding backwards into the dome’s wall. Eyes widened when the adrenalin in her speeding heart hit her blood stream. God she hated tight spaces. At least now, there was no more running.
Instinctively, her hands came up in a guard. Though not fast enough at first. In fact, not fast enough for Sara at all. There was some exertion she had to deal with as she pushed to keep up with Sam. The force of winter wonderland forcing her normally fast smooth movements to be sloppy and… normal. Dare she think it that way. Two of Sam’s strikes found their marks at Sara’s right side of her ribs. Ice forming in every spot that Sam struck. At least her healing abilities weren’t effected by winter wonderland. Where others would have felt their aches and pains for days, Sara’s pain would only last a few moments, and that knowledge made her reckless once again.
How her claws were out. Winter Wonderland evened out the physical differences between Sara and Sam. He could not only use his ice abilities to slow her down, but speed himself up, and the ice armor, that he manipulated, more than made up for her strength. About the only thing that she had left to out maneuver Sam with was her own stamina that her healing ability gave her.
So she struck back. Mixing her claws, to dig into Sam’s ice armor, with her punches back at Sam, trying to break through his armor. Something a lot harder to do now that he’d momentarily robbed her of her speed. Somewhere in the mix Sam had still caught her a number of other times. A block to her arm or leg. He’d even caught a strike on the side of her head and she realized ice was crusted around her ear after the initial disorientation of the strike. He wasn’t giving her a chance to shake off the ice, and the reason why was made very clear when Sam suddenly backed up and ice came up, under Sara’s feet throwing her into the air. Her back hit the wall / ceiling of the dome, and Sara stuck like a dart in the board. Suddenly finding herself upside down as the ice that Sam had left on her spread and thickened.
Her body jerked and she tried to pull free, but she just wasn’t getting the speed that she normally had. That she needed to keep the inertia to break what kept her in place. Her lips pulled back around her teeth and her head angled in Sam’s direction. She gave another jerk. Her hair floating around her as a result of her struggling, but that was all the free movement that she was getting and it made her exhale sounding like a snarl. “I’ll still break your stuff.”
When the heck did she get food on her knee, Sara felt the space of fabric around her knee get cold from the wet and sticky sauce. Meanwhile, Shin was making excuses as to why he couldn’t talk. Well yeah. Sara saw that. The guy that he was chasing had caused Sara to waste her lunch.
“I know.” Sara called back as Shin disappeared into the apartment. What in the world did he really think that she’d followed him for? A spot of tea and some pastry? Sara crossed her arms while staring at the door where Shin had disappeared. Well… If Shin didn’t want her company she should probably just let him be and let him do his job…. Then again…
After a moment’s, with her arms crossed and her tail twitching, Sara crouched. With a decent kick off of the ground she’d made it half way up the ladder in a single stride. Her hands grabbing the sides of it, and one foot finding it’s perch a few feet lower.
The staff hit it’s mark and did it’s job. As Sara moved past Sam’s leg, she broke through it and skittered across the ice of the lake when Sam and his armor fell. The result sent the ice buckling in a round wave around them, and Sara’s feet skittered across it’s surface with her claws trying to find a decent grip. A wave of water splashed over her, splattering her fur and clothing. It’s cold soaking into the outer layer of her fur. She did her best to stay in the center of the ice platform Daring not to venture to close to and edge for fear of having it dump her in. Besides. She didn’t need to look over the side to monitor Sam in the water below her. Having trouble telling what the danger room had created, from what Sam had.
“come on.” She did her best to shake the water free. Most of it was flung back into the lake. Sara waited as the residual waves made her rise and fall. Still the fact that Sam didn’t start moving right away put her more on edge. Tail twitching at her heals and her right ear twitched. “common common.” Even though it was only the matter of a few moments that Sara waited, it was still an annoyingly long time. She adjusted her stance, low to the ice as the ribbons that representing Sam’s movement suddenly grew. Spiraling like a screw straight for Sara’s sheet of ice. She propelled herself off of it’s surface and onto the next just in the nick of time because the piece that she had been standing on, sank.
Sam would be in it’s place in an instant. She was in motion when Sam’s foot came down and a wall of ice erupted where she’d been standing. Most of her body was fast enough to avoid it, but her left foot wasn’t quite fast enough to avoid getting trapped. Her foot was halted in mid air… well… Mid ice. And she ended falling hard on her hip and her elbow, her head twisting back to look at her stuck foot and moving to slam her other foot into the ice to try to break herself free. Sure to pull away swiftly so Sam couldn’t trap it too. At least not as easily.
Sara had been enjoying her afternoon. Even if a few days ago she’s had an interesting run in with Sam, today wasn’t a bad day. The sun was out, there were kids out in the yard playing, and Sara was readjusting, again. After all that had gone on lately, there were still those who were mourning for one reason or another. Maybe that was why the sound of some children laughing outside hit Sara so positively.
Sara had taken the stair two by two down from the dorms. Her dog, Roxy, a German Shepherd that she had received from Sam a few years ago, padded down behind her. Wagging her tail, and running a head of her when they hit the ground level. The dog went into an outright run, when she saw the large mansion’s doors open out down the hall, and she joined in the play outside. Barking and finding a stick to take to someone. Sara stayed behind. The folder that was left out, catching her attention and perking at her interest. She only gave the softly snoring mutant a small glance.
She picked up the folder as she walked by. Her foot steps angled towards the window where she could watch her dog, and the kids outside, as she thumbed through the thin file. Her tail twitching at her heals as she leaned back against the sill.
It was a loosing battle and Sara knew it. If it wasn’t for the fact that Sam had made it to the shore of the lake, it was because Sara’s sense of sight had finally given in to her sixth sense. Sam’s wind, snow, and cold had been buffering her almost the entire time. The branches and frozen leaves of the tree had put what her eye sight could take over the top.
While Sam let her recover, she’d crouched. Her sixth sense exploding inside her head as a series of ribbons representing all of the movement that herself, and Sam, had taken through the danger room. Then expanded to the shards of ice and snow that he’d thrown, her makeshift staff, the tiny snow flakes that had buffered against herself, and even the fish in the lake behind Sam. All of it had it’s own paths that it followed, and she couldn’t physically see her surroundings, but she could sense them. Her other senses strengthened. Or at least she noticed all of them more. All of the sensations combined and at first, disoriented her.
Meanwhile, Sam had continued talking about why she should join. She hated to admit it, but… He was right. He could use her. They could use her. Maybe she could use them. When she opened her eyes, her pupils had contracted so tightly, shutting out all of the light from her sense of sight, that they were paper thin slits across the amber Iris. She’d strolled across the snow, stalking closer, but just outside of the reach of Sam’s armor. Her toes sliding across the ground slightly to better find her footing and make up for not being able to see. She followed the line that her stick had made after it had struck Sam in the knee, Finding it with her foot first. Then scooping it up in her right hand and sliding her fingers till they rest at the staff’s center.
“Maybe.” Sara yelled back. Her right ear twitching in the direction of the sound of cracking ice about the armor’s knee and deciding that concentrating there, again, wasn’t that bad of an idea. Maybe was the closest answer that Sara had ever given Sam. She wasn’t sure if he’d get her to say anything closer out loud again. so he’d better make the most of it now.
Sara pushed off of the ground, headed first for Sam’s blind side. She faked a move to that side, before ducking to the other just when she’d gotten within Sam’s reach. Her intention was to jam her stick inside the crack of Sam’s ice armor before it fixed itself. Then twist it while in motion.
Sara’s makeshift staff hit it’s mark. Sam went tumbling bottom over top into a tree, and Sara stood on the spot, for a moment, waging her index finger back and forth in the air at Sam. Ok. She hurt him, but he needed to get some sense knocked into him still. She fell into a four legged lope to clear the distance between them, again. The cold air making her weary. Trying to be careful but not wanting to waist too much of the time that she’d been given either. “Oh buck up.” Sara teased. However her teasing attitude sobered when Sam stood and the largest ice armor that she’d ever seen Sam use materialized around him.
”I know I can always ask for your help but I want you on the team for another reason!”
“And what’s that?” Sara asked. At least Sam was getting more to the point. Of course he was now taking an annoyingly long time to respond because he was using his ice abilities to chuck a tree at her. Sara’s grit teeth bared as she pushed herself off to the right, trying to roll out of the way of the tree, but the short run that she’d taken had put her close. Too close to fully dodge the outstretched branches of Sam’s thrown tree. A bow caught her across the face and upper arm. Its flash frozen leaves breaking free in a flurry of Sam’s storm. Sara tumbled. Shaking free from the broken tree’s debris. Her vision blurred as her sixth sense threatened to take away her sight, and for a moment, she was rooted to the spot, blinking, and brushing the broken leaves and splinters away from her eyes with the fur on the back of her wrist.
Sara might have known why her words about the dream of the future affected Sam, if she’d ever talked to anyone else about it. It was a dream. It was terrible in the beginning of it, and in the end of it, but in the middle, it was heaven that to Sara, only her imagination had put there. Sam had moved to the place behind another tree, and it was quick work for Sara to leap to a different tree as she moved around the golem on the ground, and still tried to keep Sam in her line of sight. Just a little closer and if Sam didn’t watching out, She’d be coming down very shortly.
’That sly dog. He got her monologing.’
Sara checked herself when she heard Sam laugh. Her already crouched body braced itself slightly, triggered by the sound of his laugh that was a tell. When this was done, maybe she should challenge Sam to a poker match. In a hasty move, Sara launched herself off of the branch, straight for Sam’s golem that he’d had left, landing feet first, and heavily with her claws on the Golem’s shoulder and chest. Moving out of the way of Sam’s pillar just in the nick of time and only having it smack into her tail. The smack into her tail through her off balance, and now set into motion, she was off her course. Instead of going in Sam’s direction, she (And the golem) tumbled in the wrong direction. Sara’s staff landed a few feet away from her right as Sam took off still headed in the direction of the lake. “It’s all the focus I’ll tell you about.” She shouted after him. Pulling the make shift staff, that had landed a few feet away from herself in Sam’s snow, close to her side.
“No. You’re not asking for my help for anything. You’ve never actually asked for my help!” Sara, stubbornly, shouted the words after Sam as she glared at the snowmen that came out of the ground in his foot prints. It was true. The only things that he had asked her help for were things that she’d already been involved with. She’d pushed herself to her feet. “You’re asking me to be an x-men so you can ask for my help! Why?” Sara’s amber eyes narrowed on the new golem headed straight for her and she weighted the make shift staff in her hands. “Why not just skip past that part? You know. Cut to the chase.” Sara took off after Sam. However that single golem was going down first.
Sara swung the staff wide like a baseball bat. Her strike hit it’s mark crumbling the golem’s head and most of it’s right shoulder but it was still a golem. A head didn’t make a difference and it didn’t knock the rest of the snow making up the golem, off of its course. It’s arm and shoulder that still existed, wrapped around her waist and knocked her to the ground. Making her grunt as it knocked the air out of her lungs and her lips pulled back against her teeth in frustration. “Keep running and I’ll consider myself the winner.” Sara called after Sam. Her elbow came down on the golem making it crumble. Kicking the lower part away from herself with her double hinged feline like legs. The quickly made golem made short work for herself, but it still did it’s job in stalling her, and he’d made others even if he wasn't using them yet. With a kick, she was on her feet again, in pursuit. The staff held close to her head, then thrown like a spear, as Sara aimed to take out Sam’s left knee.
