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?
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I'd love to have Ember meet Sara. Though she would likely toy with him in any physical confrontation. She has a temper too and a taste for lesson teaching without killing her student.
Out on the street, Sara sat in her large white cargo van. Her long warn trench coat pulled loosely over her form fitting vest. Unlike the rest of New York, who still needed to bundle up against the cold, she didn’t require that many extra layers. Mother nature had added fur to her mutation. Fur everywhere… So Sara was just lucky that way.
For a brief time, Sara had found herself in the middle of a human trafficking mystery. It was a mystery that she had, regretfully, never fully gotten to the bottom of. But she had stopped the traffickers from using her properties. So when the WereCat had heard of the 10 year old being kidnapped, forgive her for taking things a little personally. Even those who opporated in the darker corners of New York City looked down on kidnapping children, and that’s where Sara had exploited and gotten her information.
Now armed with a car description, a name, a meeting place, and her own growing anger, Sara waited. Two cars parked across the street from her van and Sara felt her heart beat harder. They were black. One was a SUV of some type. A newer model from the looks of it, and thanks to luck, Sara would have a decent vew of the inside of the SUV when they opened the door. The other car was a Camaro. That was the one that Sara had gotten the description of. Owned by a Mr. Montero. Down the road, at the front of the café, a second camaro pulled up in front of the café. This one was red, but there was something about it that still made the hair on Sara’s arm, under the sleeve of her coat, stand on end.
Carefully, She leaned back in her seat so that she could peer out of her window, without being fully in view in the window. Her mirror readjusted and she did her best to peer around the solid side of her van as best she could but lets face it. If anyone actually looked her way, and looked past her tinted windows, she’d be seen. She was a cat. She kind of stuck out.
The SUV’s door finally swung open, and Sara got a brief look inside. A large man with thick muscles stepped out and Sara saw two girls inside. One was her 10 year old. Hold on girl. You’re almost home. She looked scared and when the other girl reached out to touch her she flinched, sinking deeper into her seat. From the moment the 10 year old was touched on the arm, the other girl became an exact copy.
Then the thick muscled man, and the fake little girl headed down the side walk to the café. His thick meaty hand heavy on her shoulder. The real 10 year old was left behind with the driver of the SUV and whom ever else was left in the Camaros.
He still didn’t seem to buy what Sara had to Sara, but she didn’t really care that much. Maybe she should hang around and be lucky enough to see him knocked off of his high horse soon. Still, as the dragon mutant spoke, she couldn’t help to feel some sort of compassion for the him and his possible fall. “Well look at me. You think I’m considered only human? You take away worshipers, and you’re left as nothing more than what a mutant is. I’ve been mistaken for a goddess as well… A couple of times.” She shrugged.
As they continued to talk, Sara couldn’t help but check inside the Dragon Inn through the glass doors. It seemed that Johnny was still in the back making her meal. The young man was a good friend. However when the Orochi asked her about Animal Control, a smile spread across her feline face. “And the police… And the National Guard….” Sara shrugged again. It hadn’t been all at once, and the national guard hadn’t really been called for just her, but he didn’t need to know that. At least she could laugh about it now.
Sara slowed to a walk as she got closer to the two a head of her. Her amber eyes scanned both of them and even though the smell of decay was still in the air, she let herself calm down. Where once there was a readiness in her, there was now more of a curiosity.
Even from the time that Sara was further away, her ears could pick up on the bits of conversation that had started. The name Amber rang a distant bell in the back of Sara’s mind, and she remembered a little of the girl. What she remembered didn’t fit the mutant who stood before her now though, so redoing their introductions wouldn’t be a bad thing. “Good to see you again, Amber.” Sara said with a twitch at the corner of her mouth.
As interesting as Amber was, Sara found something more interesting in the way that the other person had reacted to her. He didn’t. There was no surprise or terror in his eyes like many other normal individuals had when they first met her, and he looked very normal compared to the way that Sara and Amber looked. Even some of the other mutants reacted in surprise to her sometimes. To the point where this felt a little odd. Nonetheless, Why not embrace the moment. “Malik then.” Sara nodded when she came to a stop and extended her right paw like hand towards him. “Most call me Sara.”
With a thunk, Sara felt the long stick knock the ice of Sam’s armor… or what was formerly Sam’s armor… This was getting old. Chase, Smack, escape, chase again… Unless Sam made it to the lake, (Witch was looking very possible right now.) the fight could go on for an annoyingly long time. However if he did make it to the lake, then Sara was screwed. It wasn’t just Sam’s mutation, but Sara couldn’t swim. She sunk.
The ice golem’s arm wrapped around Sara’s stick and even if she wanted to follow Slick through the snow and cold that he was throwing at her, she had the golem standing in her way. The golem went to pull the stick away from her grip and she used the motion to pull herself at him. Her feet hooked into the ice of the golem’s arm, and she aimed to vault it’s shoulder and close the distance between herself and Sam. Unfortunately that’s as far as she got because when she went to kick off of the golem’s shoulder, the golem spun, back handing her legs out from under her.
She ended up landing hard on her hip, rolling to a kneeling position. Nothing was broken, but if she didn’t heal and have fur, she would have had a nasty bruise to show for the stunt.
”Their uniforms mean something else, something other than what it meant when we were younger.”
“I know, Slick!” Sara shouted back in annoyance. What was it with all the men in her life trying to make her better? Pluto. Luke. Sam… Hell, even Slate and Ayesac had gotten in on the action to a lesser degree. They might as well start a ’I tried to preach to a WereCat club!’
She pushed herself off of the ground, feeling stiff both where Sam’s golem had smacked, her, and where her hip had landed. Sam wasn’t giving her time to recover though. Why should he? After all. She did break his TV. The ice golem, behind her, crunched as it moved. The stick that Sara had been intending to use as a blind man’s cane swung down in it’s hand like golf club. She rolled to the side. Ice and snow kicking up in her wake adding to the rest of the snow storm that kept her from seeing very well.
Mean while, he’d continued talking about their past. Her past. How she could make a difference. Didn’t Sam ever shut up? “Again. I KNOW!” Sara shouted back at Sam through the hard cold wind that he was throwing at her.
The first golem that Sam had formed from his ice armor took another swing at Sara with the stick, and instinct took over making herself stumble backwards into a second golem, Sara hadn’t even seen through the snow. The second golem’s arm hooked around her shoulder, across her chest, and down at her waist. Trapping her when the first golem back handed her side across the right side of her ribs. The force of the hit shoving the air from her. She through her elbow back hard against the golem that was holding her still. That broke off a big enough piece and cracked it so that she slid free before the first one could connect with her again.
Somewhere to Sara’s right there was a hollow sound of something bumping into a tree and Sara’s eyes narrowed on it’s location as the snow cleared in the air a little. Ducking the Golems, she headed straight for Sam, fists raised. “But that S$$$ isn’t all that you focus on.” She was going for a basic front assault. First sending a fist aimed to collide with Sam’s midsection. “What if I’ve got my own focus?” She sent a right hook aimed for Sam’s face.
Mac’s elbow found it’s mark against Sara’s ribs and she found herself crying out. Her lips pulled back tight against her teeth and her jaws clenched. It hurt but it wasn’t going to be enough to shake her off of him either. He’d have to do better.
The sprinklers came on, and Sara just grumbled. It wasn’t that she hated water, it was the first feeling of annoyance that it brought as it hit her fur. The goon who she’d attacked yelled in response to her claws diggin into the back of his shoulders as he shook and tried to send her flying. His hands no longer at the bars that had come down between the shop and the register and for an instant, she caught a glimpse of the cashier behind the counter on the phone with the police. At least Sara assumed it was them. It only made her want to get the robbers down quicker so she could make her leave before cops arrived.
Sara was vagly aware of the gunshots that sounded behind her, but the following sound of metal clattering and sliding across the floor distracted her and made her look down, quickly spying the sai and the gun as they both clattered across the floor. There was only enough time for the two weapons to register in Sara’s mind before Mac spun around and slammed her backwards into the wall next to the counter. They both ended up falling to the floor. Air rushed out of Sara’s chest and she grimaced feeling nauseated and a sharp pain on her right side. Mac had cracked a couple of her ribs it seemed and breathing wasn’t the most pleasant thing to do in the world right now.
Speaking of Mac… Sara’s eyes shot open when she heard his wheezing breath and the shuffle of his shoes. He’d seen the sai near them as well, and he was going for it. Sara scrambled for the gun. She was faster and to her feet faster, the gun in her right hand. She stood straight, with her left for arm cradling around her right rib cage. “Freeze!” She screamed at Mac.
Mac obeyed. The sai in his hand looking more like he was going to try to use it as a cleaver than with finesse but with Sara leveling the gun with the the brow between his eyes, there was little chance that he’d clear half of the space between them before she dropped him. “Everyone freeze!” Sara yelled again. Her head turned enough that she could try to check on Evelyn and her opponent, but not enough that she was taking her eyes off of Mac. Or the other two who were on the ground. “Just for the record, Evelyn, I hate weapons.”
Well, well, well. Couldn’t they both just get on eachother’s nerves then. Sara didn’t like her obvious mutation being pointed out but she could take in when someone was really being innocent about it. On the other hand, when she asked her own question, the God in front of her seemed to get all huffy.
“I was only curious because in my own experience, most of the gods and legends of the past, were just mutants, or amazingly smart humans who over exaggerated when they told stories.” She crossed her arms and her hips slanted as she shifted her wight studying the dragon mutant the best that she could. Yes. Mutant! because in her mind, that was all that he was. No different from herself. After all, even Sara had been called a God in the past. So excuse her for being skeptical. “A trial for yourself indeed. Take that attitude about the skeptical people questioning you, and you’ll most likely get two reactions. Someone proving you wrong, or someone calling someone else to deal with you. You know like the police, the national guard…. Animal control…”
It seemed that the dragon mutant still wished to meet the owners of Sara’s favorite hang out. She could still probably make that happen as long as this mutant staid civil. If she saw him fit enough to see them, then Johnny would surely get a kick out of meeting him. Meanwhile, the restaurant had survived the riots. It was probably best to let them continue recuperating.
“I’m a mutant.” Sara said. “I’ve been called many things, but I’ve never been called at… Nekomimi before.” She paused. The word had run off of her tongue around her long feline teeth, but she wasn’t sure if she had pronounced it right. “I suppose that there is a first time for everything.”
The second part of what the dragon mutant had to say made Sara raise one eyebrow. A god? “I’m Sara. It’s good to meet you as well.” For now… Sara had met mutants who claimed to be gods in the past. She’d been mistaken for one herself and when those things had happened, she didn’t exactly see eye to eye with mutants who thought that they were gods. The facts of her past made her shift side to side before she gave a small bow back. A slight bent at her waist that didn’t let her eyes drop from Orochi. “If you could clarify something for me. You’re a mutant who claims Godhood, or you are a God?”
It had been a long time since Sara had staid at the mansion. She normally would have spent the night at her own apartment, but after her little… talk… with Sam, it didn’t feel right to leave the mansion. Also, she had taken the opportunity to warm herself up, before moving on. Sam’s ice abilities were annoying. Especially when he was ticked and Sara’s own attitude hadn’t helped the situation. But staying at the mansion did have it’s purks. She’d gotten pizza from the mansion’s kitchen, and her room here, was still stocked with her own cloths. It was nice not taking the time to go home.
Sara had decided to talk a walk around the mansion’s grounds. Her long feline tail whipping the air behind herself with every step she took. Ok. She hated admitting it to herself, but she was starting to enjoy herself again, here. It had been a long time since she’d felt anything but frustration. And moving around the grounds also helped.
The wind picked up, brushing Sara’s longer hair against her face, and also bringing an alarming smell to her nose. Her brow pinched in sudden concern. It smelled death. Not good. Her steps on her clawed feline feet quickened. “Is everything alright?” Sara called out to the robed person she saw ahead of herself. Clearing around the mansions long fence so that she could get a better look at the scene. Ok. No one looked panicked about seeing a dead body and that thought made Sara’s head tilt a little to the side as she moved and her movement slowed to a light loping jog.
Sara’s head tilted as she stood there. It was clear that something was coming as not only could Sara see that there were normal people out there, panicking, but there were also cars that swerved on the streets. Somewhere in the distance, there was a crash, and someone somewhere else screamed. But by the time that Sara stood and strolled to the door way, the place, where the crashing sound had come from was empty. Sara only saw a bent over parking meter to her right. And to her left, outside the door a… Dragon… Now this wasn’t the first time that she had seen a dragon like mutant at the Dragon Inn restaurant… But it still didn’t happen every day. Also This one was much more dragon like than Koga, or Ayesac. Poor Johnny, who was now preparing Sara’s meal in the back, might crap himself.
Sara leaned against the heavy windowed door. With a flick of her paw like fingers she unlocked the latch and pushed it open. “The proprietor is busy, but I’m sure that I could answer most of your questions.” The door shut with a heavy thunk behind Sara. It was no longer locked, but most of the people who were left on the street didn’t look so hungry anymore. As long as Sara and her new ’friend’ didn’t stray far from the door, no one in their sane mind was going in that door. “They did close though.” Sara said with a little bit of warning in her voice. God it annoyed her when people badgered her friends after closing hours to turn the ovens on just for them.
It was a normal business day at the Dragon Inn restaurant. For years, the restaurant had been run by the same immigrant family. Since Sara had decided to stay in New York, she had made friends with the youngest son of the restaurant’s owner.
It was nearly closing time. Earlier in the day, the restaurant had a usual turn around. Most of the business was done at lunch time as the businessmen and woman broke for lunch and either ordered out, or dined in. The inside of the place reminded Sara of the inside of a ship. The walls were lined with thick wood panels, paper lanterns hung from the ceiling, and across the far wall, Sara couldn’t help but admire an eastern dragon that had been carved into the wall. Then painted in gold leaf paint on a dark red background.
Outside, a red and gold banner draped over an awning that sheltered the entrance displaying the restaurant’s name. Sara stood in the entrance. Her friend, Johnny, was working on cashing out the register and Sara leaned against the counter, looking out the glass doors at the rest of the city, moving about it’s business. Normally, because she was a mutant who shed on the furniture, Johnny’s mother would have made Sara wait in the back for him to finish, but now that the place was closed for the evening, all of the deliveries had been made, and the last stragglers had gone home, Sara was tolerated at the front.
“Any last minute requests?” Johnny asked. His hand hovering just above the print button for the night’s total sales.
Sara shrugged. Then dug through her pockets for some stray bills. “I wouldn’t mind something with shrimps.” The menu consisted of a mix of actual Chinese dishes, and what Johnny had once called Americanized Chinese dishes, like the ragoons, and sweet and sour chicken. There were a lot of dishes to choose from, and Sara had long since memorized all of them. “How about sweet and sour shrimp, and three orders of egg rolls, and extra rice.”
Johnny no longer doubted Sara’s apatite. He just rung her up, and she gave him her cash. He then hit the print button for the day’s sales, then took that and the bag of cash, in the back kitchen with him. Leaving Sara alone to lean against the front counter, and look out the glass of the front double doors, onto the street outside. Her long feline tail twitching at her heals.
The ice that had made up Sam’s armor, broke and shattered under her clawed feet, and Sara landed in a low crouched position. Tail whipping the ground with a heavy thump to help her keep on herself on her feet when she landed. There was a great deal of Ice and snow that she kicked up, when she landed, and for a moment she shielded her face protecting her eyes against the atmosphear that Sam was still creating. Speaking of Sam, he’d slipped away from her somewhere. A fact made evident as the air around herself getting colder, and the evidence that there was no squishy feeling between her toes. Just ice.
The snow around Sara persisted. And she found herself fighting the 6th sense part of her mutation. The more that the snow and cold affected her eyes, the more that she had trouble keeping them working, and keeping her sense of sight for the time. Sam knew what he was doing. Really, Sara’s 6th sense would be an advantage in this situation, but she still wasn’t comfortable with it. She purposefully hadn’t activated her 6th sense in a long time, and at the moment, she was dreading the disorienting feeling that her 6th sense always brought out when it first turned its self on. However, it was still stupid to stand still.
Sam had slid away from Sara but she thought she could still hear him. Faintly at first. He’d started traveling in the direction where, Sara swore that she heard and smelled water, earlier. Letting Sam get to the body of water would be stupid. She took off on two legs. Swaying the long stick back and forth in front of herself as she ran. Letting it thump against trees. To Sam, it probably looked odd, but there were two things that this did. She found the trees before running straight into them, and if her 6th sense did decide to trigger it’s self, she’d have a path that she could still move, without fear of running into a stationary object.
”How do you think I landed my current girlfriend? She dug the pirate humor. I tell her I love her booty all the time.”
“She sounds like a peach.” Sara shouted back. Her path readjusted now that she had more of an idea where he was, but she wasn’t headed straight for him. She was aiming to skirt around him and cup off his path to the lake.
”Your talents would definitely be of value on the team. I’d even fix it so you would have hardly any police interaction other than Shin!”
Sara shrugged, curving her path to put herself in Sam’s way. The long stick that she carried, swung wide in a circle around herself. She wasn’t aiming to hit Sam necessarily, but if his extra thick ice armor just happened to be in the stick’s way, it wasn’t her fault. Her ears pinning back as her fur had started to stand on end to keep her body warmer. “It’s not that… they’re cops. At least not anymore. It’s the uniforms.” Sara let herself open up a little. She had never liked uniforms and she’d never gotten past the memories of the men and women in uniforms, from her past.
“Pirates… Really?” Sara chuckled. Ok. Her tension was starting to ease more again. But that didn’t mean that she was ready to take it easy on Sam. In fact, she wasn’t going to hold back anymore right now. After all, bigger things were at stake. Like Sara having to wear an x-men’s uniform. Wait hadn’t this hole things starting about Sam being drunk?
Her fist missed, but that kick still found it’s mark and even if Sam was covered in his ice armor, she could brake through it. The rest of her attacks wouldn’t be aimed just to hit Sam, like she had in the past, but to go through him. Well… Him and that armor. Sam rolled away, and spikes of ice shot up around Sara making her jump and her upper lip tightened, pulling back into a silent snarl. She still hated closed spaces. “Well then, I’m sure that I could think of something else.”
Sam had managed to trap Sara for a moment, and get some distance between them. Not good in Sara’s case because without any ranged abilities, Sam would kick her tail side if she didn’t close that gap. She could take Sam’s ice two different ways. As it shot up out of the ground pointing in her direction she hesitated. This is why she hated fighting elementalists. They didn’t fight fare. When her, and Sam had first met, She would have been forced to give up in this situation… But now she had more strength then back then. More speed too. And more experience. “I’m surprised that you don’t use pirate pickup lines.” She called back to Sam.”
She kicked off of the ground reaching straight up so that she could grabbed the side of one of the large spikes, Her claws gripping into the ice and her feet swung straight up, through two spikes tips that crossed. They shattered and she was through an instant later. Perching on top of the criss-crossed pieces. “You know. Like Arrrrr.. You’re so charming, I’m digging your chest.” The stick spun in her hand and she let It slide so that she held the end instead of the center. Well. The second way that she could take things was to use Sam’s obstacles as her own jungle gym.
If Sam could clear the distance to make a pillar at his feet, then Sara could clear the distance to land on the pillar, so she did. Practically flying through the air, using the pillar as a stepping stone. Following Sam. “Or Arrr. I’m hooked on you!” She shrugged. “Because you know… Pirates have hooks.” Speaking of hooks. Sara still wanted to dig hers into Sam.
The top of the pillar made a decent enough spring board and Sara, herself, went flying through the air after him. Her body twisted in mid air, and she aimed to land, feet first against Sam’s middle.
Sara’s tail swished back and forth behind her heals as she circled around to Sam’s back and his eyes no longer followed her. The air temperature dropped around them again and, again, when Sara breathed, she could see her breath. He was still tracking her. He wouldn’t just turn his back on her right now… Especially after his wager. Crape on toast. Sara and her big mouth.
“I’ll be sure to wear it proudly on my @$#.” Sara bowed, Mockingly. That was going too far, but for most of the time that Sara had been in New York City, there were individuals in the x-men, whom she just didn’t trust. Straightening, with the same motion, she picked up a long straight stick that she could use as a staff. “I win, and you… Help m knock down my warehouses.” Sara had new plans for her properties. Sam could knock them down safer and faster than she could, just using his ice.
She weighed the staff in her clawed hands for a moment. The only experience she had with a stick weapon was practicing with Luke’s cane, but it would do.
In a heart beat, she attacked. The staff spun back in her right hand. Her left shot forward to attack Sam’s back. Then a kick. Both of witch, she expected to be blocked with ice, but if Sam was following her heat, and if she worked to stay behind him, could he see the stick with no heat signature of it’s own? Well she’d have to find out when she used the staff to hook the side of his ankle and sweep his feet out from under him.
