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.
The obnoxious crooning of the days mist popular douche pop artist blared to life at exactly 6:30am. Megan rolled over, woken from a dead sleep, and squinted at her phone with one eye. It was already time to wake up, yet it felt like she'd only had her eyes closed for a few minutes. Reaching out she shut the alarm off, swiped it off the nightstand in annoyance and rolled back over with her covers pulled up over her head. Whatever she'd had planned could wait; sleep was more important.
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Five hours later, Megan sat up groggily and glanced around her room. How long had she been asleep? It felt like days. Her phone chirped from the floor beside her bed, and she crawled over the edge to retrieve it. The screen flashed a reminder at her: Today's Agenda: Groceries. A growl was stifled in her throat. First day off in only god knew how long, and she was tasked with chores. Made sense, seeing as all Roach ever seemed to bring home were things only he could eat. Didn't make her feel any better about it, though. Tossing her blankets aside she swung her legs over and slumped over to her closet to find something decent to wear.
Five or so minute later the spider mutant stepped out of her bedroom, locked her door, and headed for the kitchen. Today she'd picked out a baggy grey sweatshirt, a long knitted green scarf, and a pair of loose fitting capri's. She'd slicked her new haircut back into a high ponytail, not really caring if the assortment of colors blended oddly or clashed with the peach fuzz on the sides of her head. She had known well before deciding to toss a rainbow of dye into her hair that it wouldn't always look pretty.
Stomping into the kitchen, she snatched up a pen and paper and began scouring loudly through the cupboards, drawers, and fridge.
Predators were odd creatures, powerful, swift, deadly, and yet very very lazy. Many of them spent tons of times simply lazing around, doing nothing. Sylar himself had sort of developed into a pattern of napping versus short few hour raids into the city for food, then back to the sewers to rest and eat. After meeting Roach though, his clock had sort of been thrown off again, dealing with Roach's various requests and adventures at all hours of the day. So when the day came that Roach wasn't getting into some type of shenanigan or testing Sylar's stunted personality in some method, Sylar took to napping quite happily in his new home. An alarm in the distanced made him stir early in the morning, but the Boogeyman chose to ignore it, napping for many more hours after that.
Several hours later though, the gurgling in his stomach could no longer be ignored. Sylar stirred from beneath his bed, enacting a horrific scene as the monstrous boy crawled out from beneath the object he was meant to sleep on. He yawned, and walked from his abode towards the kitchen the three of the strange inhabitants used for meals. Devoid of his usual hooded jacket, Sylar instead was clad in just some slightly shredded jeans and a shirt, which looked a tad odd on the boy as his right shoulder was encased in a biological shoulder pad. He heard some noises from the kitchen as he approached, and turned to see the woman...Megan was it? Scavenging through the kitchen for something it seemed. Sylar wasn't sure how to deal with her, his experience with her minimal outside of Roach's presence. He was silent for a moment, his senses sorting through the various stimuli that made up Megan Rova.
He couldn't simply stride into the kitchen and find a snack without at least acknowledging her right? Socializing was still pretty bizarre for Sylar, never sure who wanted him to act with manners, and who didn't care to interact at all. Either way, he decided to at least announce himself. "Er Hello Megan. You hungry too?" He asked in a robotic tone. Really Sylar was far more concerned with whatever he could find in the fridge, and less with what Megan was searching for...unless maybe the house was out of food and she was looking for scraps. In Sylar's world this was something that could happen, grocery shopping? That seemed alien to the boy. He began to move forward, his clawed toes clacking against the tile as he drew closer to the fridge. His hand reached out to open the door, his tail filling up quite a bit of space behind him as the six foot long monstrosity swayed back and forth like an excited puppy.
One of the living joined her. She spared him the barest of glances before going back to her list. "Bonjour." She crouched, rummaging around in a low cupboard, while he started toward the fridge.
"It's empty." She mused aloud, tapping her lips with the pen. "I threw out everything older than a week." After scratching a few more things onto her list, she dropped the pen onto the counter, snatched her list from the rest of the pad, and hopped over Sylar's swinging tail on her way out of the kitchen. She was going to have to remind him to mind that thing one of these days, before she tripped on it.
"You should come with me to the store. I could use the help carrying everything back." She called over her shoulder, tugging her boots on and strapping various means of protecting herself in their rightful places. Stun gun in her back pocket; Knife in her boot, at her hip, and a small one tucked in her coat; small pistol hidden behind her, tucked safely into the back of her pants. Megan tugged her gloves on and cast a glance over her shoulder to see if the boy was coming, while she clipped her keys to her belt and opened the door.
The woman responded oddly, Sylar hadn't been to school in along while but he was pretty sure that was french. Well either way, they'd acknowledged one another. However as he approached, and opened the fridge hoping to find a snack the woman spoke again. She informed him that the fridge was devoid of anything worth eating, a thought which quickly brought a response from Sylar. "Well that sucks." He stated bluntly, a rather normal response for the unusual boy. Why would she throw everything out? Most of that food was probably still very edible! Sylar however kept his thought to himself as he closed the door and turned to head back out of the kitchen. If he was going to have to go find food, he'd need his jacket, or maybe he could pass out for a few more hours before the hunger got dangerous.
Megan stopped that action as well, calling for him to join her on her food run. Sylar stopped dead and turned to look towards where she'd wandered off to. "Huh?" He said with a somewhat stupid tone. He hadn't expected her to request his help for anything, after all he was a stranger to her basically, and a stray Roach had brought home as his body guard. Wait...did that mean he was her bodyguard too? Roach had never explained that to him, but if this was his woman, and she must be right? They lived together didn't they? That meant he shouldn't disrespect or upset her. He shrugged and responded with a more articulate tone. "Oh um...sure." He mumbled, before briskly returning to his room for a jacket and following the girl out the door. He zipped the clothing up tight and pulled his comforting hood up to hide his mane of crimson hair and alien face.
"My appearance isn't going to be an issue for shopping?" He asked, wondering if the woman was shopping at some mutant friendly store. Otherwise, bringing a nightmare monster with you to the store as a hired good was quite the grocery adventure.
He agreed and she couldn't help a small smirk from forming on her lips. She barely knew anything about the guy, and while that normally wouldn't have bothered her, this one happened to be living in her house. She wanted to know who he was, where he'd come from, and most importantly if he was going to be trouble. Roach trusted him, but in her opinion that was on par with Roach trusting a caged lion.
Which she was 100% sure he'd do, too.
After locking the front door, she gave Sylar a blank look in response to his question, eyeing everything from his hood to his ever-swinging tail. "Put your hood down, your appearance is just fine. Anyone who has a problem with you, also has a problem with me." Megan started down the stairs, hands tucked in her pockets, and eyes ever vigilant. Not her own eyes, mind you. Her children's. Wherever she went there were at least a dozen skittering around within her radius, reporting in on this and that- the ups and downs of the city.
"We won't he out long. The store is just down the street." Sneaking a glance at him, she wrinkled her nose before turning back. "... hope you don't mind walking."
Sylar was entirely unaware of the girl's motives or plans for this little trip, only interested in keeping up the good will he was receiving in his new home. She told him to take the hood off, and be confident basically, but the boy kept the mask on. The garment was pulled tight, containing his mane of hair and hiding his dead eyes from the world. "I'll just keep it up...I feel better this way." He refuted as he followed the woman to this store she mentioned. As they walked, Sylar's tail went from the high position it'd been in the house, down tot he ground slithering behind the boy like a serpent, a sign of his anxiety of being outside with the sun up.
Sylar hadn't really paid any mind to it earlier, but there was an odd scent around Megan. Something buggy almost, not as pungent as Roach, but still very non human. He didn't say anything though, even he figured telling a girl she had a strong scent about her would be offensive. She asked if walking was fine, which is was. Not like Sylar drove much living down in the sewers after all. "Walking is fine, relaxing compared to how I usually travel actually." He responded as he kept a decent pace behind her, not falling behind but giving Megan more space than was usual for people traveling together. She'd asked him to come along to help carry stuff, so he wondered if she was planning to purchase a lot from the store. Sylar generally stole whatever he wanted, so the notion of paying for it struck him as...weird. "You planning to buy a bunch of food or something?" He asked her as they walked down the sidewalk.
Shrugging, she dropped the hood issue. There was enough on her mind to warrant her not bothering with arguing about his personal choices. She did however tuck away that little bit of information for later.
"Considering that we need enough food to feed three people and two of those people are basically walking garbage disposals, yes, I am buying a lot of food." Her reply was bland; not monotone, not sharp, but also not chipper or sarcastic. It was somewhere in-between. "Both you and Greg require an inhuman amount of food, so the fridge and cupboards need to be stocked full enough that when I'm gone you two won't start eating the paneling, or each other." Or me, for that matter.
Strolling down the sidewalk with the sun peeking out every now and then, should have been relaxing. Unfortunately 'relaxing' wasn't a word Megan got to enjoy much anymore. She didn't let herself. Too many things to do, too many people to track down or keep an eye on, and most importantly, too many things to repress.
"The place we're going isn't all that big, but they have a good selection." Blue eyes landed on him again as if sizing him up. "I'll assume you need a lot of protein in your diet, from how you acted the last time I cooked." He'd barely touched anything save for the meat. "There's a butcher in-store, too. Pick anything you want when we get there."
Megan pointed out that Sylar and Roach were both prolific eaters, which for Sylar was very true. He spent a good three years basically being starved, so now his body went crazy when free food was presented, gorging until his stomach was swollen. "Er Sorry, I spent awhile being hungry so I get a little greedy sometimes. If it's an issue I could just go steal a bunch of stuff for myself though." He offered in return to her statement about needing to buy alot. The tone of her voice was...odd, almost reminded Sylar of himself when he spoke. That sort of robotic tone that hid whatever emotions you'd normally expect from people.
It was odd to hear Roach referred to as Greg, a sign of his and Megan's relationship Sylar guessed. "I couldn't eat Roach, he gave me the room and a job after all." Sylar's sentence included no sentiment about Megan, the boy entirely unaware how the statement could be taken. The warmth of the sun felt odd on Sylar's flesh. His human parts were so used to be cold or damp from living beneath the surface, and his patchwork of normal flesh and obsidian armor was far easier to discern under the sun, giving him a very awkward appearance. She asked him about protein to which the boy replied unsurprisingly "I like meat." Three simple words...with dark and sinister undertones sometimes.
"It was easier to steal meat or snack foods on my own, veggies were kind of a rarity." He explained as they drew nearer to this store. Sylar guessed the woman would just be grabbing a bit of everything and expecting him to carry it all back. He was basically Roach's goon which meant he was good for this kind of work right? Could he be called a goon now? Roach was clearly the head of some kind of organization with mutant ties, and he worked with the Sanctuary. Was Sylar working his way into the mutant mafia or something? He really needed to watch his step around these people, but as long as Roach liked him at least he had a home and fresh food. " I'll eat just about anything if it's meat, feel free to choose what you want Megan." His tail had begun to rise up off the ground again, swaying a bit as the boy got excited to get some food to gnaw on.
She wasn't entirely sure if her joke went over his head, or if he just wasn't one for humor. Either way, she stopped and turned to stare at him with a lazy smirk on her lips. "It was a joke, you goof."
"And no stealing." She replied back, in response to his suggested thievery. "It's not an issue that you eat so much, it just means we need to make sure there is plenty in the cupboards. You're living with us now, which means you don't have to worry about where you're next meal will be coming from." Turning back around, she continued on. They were nearly there; the store was only a block and a half away from the apartment.
"You aren't a pet, Sylar. You have every right to choose what you will and will not eat. It's very clear that you have a brain in there, and a tongue; so use them." The woman paused, suddenly wondering if he'd even knew what some of the meats were that the butcher would have, and sighed. "If you need help when we get there i'll ask for samples for you."
Sylar just sort of stared at Megan for a moment after she claimed her statement was a joke. If it was, he had entirely missed it seemed. He moved again, shrugging as they walked further. "Oh, my bad." He apologized, unsure of how to respond besides that. She quickly refuted his offer to steal, which kind of surprised him. Roach was caring and protective of mutant kind, but generally viewed any action against normals as totally fine, so Sylar figured Megan would be the same way. Note to self, avoid showing off stolen goods around the house then.
She claimed he wasn't a pet, which was an odd statement. Sylar hadn't realized it, but being given a room, and all the food he wanted in return for guarding Roach and being his companion. He was kind of like a guard dog. "Dunno, pretty sure nobody else quite has a guard dog like me Megan." He said, returning her earlier humor with a joke of his own, though it came out flat from the boy's monotone voice. "I like red meat, but too much of it will make you fat. So I figure get some healthier like chicken or something." He mumbled in response to her offer to help him find meat from the butcher.
She snorted in response, and didn't comment. She could see the sign for the little grocery store coming up.
"Really...? You're worried about gaining weight? What are you, a teenage girl?" Casting an incredulous look back at him, Megan jerked the store door open and stepped inside. A hollow electronic bell sounded above head, signaling that someone had entered.
"You'll have to try lamb. It's a low-fat alternative to beef. Maybe bison too." She continued on, digging her list out and grabbing a cart. Then she headed for the corner where the butcher's counter and meat coolers were set up. The enclosed glass cases were packed full of different types and cuts of meat. Everything from chicken to bison; she was sure if the owner had been able to get his hands on one, there would have been mammoth meat too. The butcher had his back turned to them, a kid in his twenties who was learning the ropes of the job. Megan glanced at Sylar, weighed her options, and just couldn't help herself. "Do you like it raw?" She queried, with her bottom lip captured between her teeth.
Megan seemed to find humor in his statement, but Sylar took his health quite seriously. He'd have starved over the past year or so if he hadn't paid attention to at least needs. The difference between starving and starved was quite real you know. "My sense of balance is...sensitive." He said in response to her prodding at his words. It wasn't that he cared about appearances, but his equilibrium, too much weight on the belly would throw off his style of movement. He didn't however laugh or go with the joke, a sign of his lack of social skills.
She began talking about alternatives to beef, which actually did perk the boys interest. "I've never had lamb...I don't think. Or bison. I've had dog though." He said that last sentence way way too seriously, revealing the fact that the best friend of man was no friend to the Boogeyman. He followed her inside the store, stopping for a moment as the environment switched from outside to interior, letting his nose and ears take in the various stimuli, including the overwhelming mixture of food scents. He nearly drooled but contained his excitement as he followed the woman along her shopping spree. His tail dragged low behind him, slithering just off the floor as he walked, a clacking noise following him as his feet touched the tiles of the floor.
They stopped at the butcher, and the smell of fresh flesh began to make Sylar's belly gurgle, a dark beast in his gut suddenly stirring. He looked at Megan and spoke. "The smell here is killing me." He mumbled, but he behaved...for now. She turned to look at the inhuman boy and spoke a line that might catch any other boy off their game, but for Sylar? It was just another question. She asked if he enjoyed his meat raw, to which he stated with a straight face. "Of course, don't you?" His tail began to curl behind him as he began to imagine a fresh meal straight off the carcass.
Her lips pursed and she cocked an eyebrow at him. Well, that had been unexpected. Never the less, she trudged on. "I'm not a big meat eater..." There had been a reason she hadn't joined in on the roast the day she'd met him, other than the fact that she knew the guys name. " The only things I eat raw are vegetables and fruits."
Dog? Gross. You never knew where those things had been. Roach liked cats, though, so it wasn't exactly shocking to the woman. She shrugged it off in favor of getting Sylar to try something new.
Tapping a bell on the counter a few times, she got the butcher assistant's attention. He wandered over while wiping fresh blood off his hands onto his apron. "Yes ma'am?" Megan pointed at the Bison first. "Can I get a small sample of that? The big hunk over there." The fellow behind the counter blinked, shook his head slightly, and leaned forward. "Sorry, did I hear you correctly? You want a sample?" He seemed stunned; must have been reeeeally new to the neighborhood. "Yes."
"...raw?" Megan's expression fell flat. "Did I stutter?" "Er... no ma'am." He ducked his head and got to work cutting off a small square chunk from the meat she'd pointed out. After handing it over to her on a toothpick, she requested that he do the same to a few different types of meat, and have the ready.
Turning back to Sylar, she held the bison out toward his face. "This one is Bison. It's got a really game-y taste, and is a little softer than beef."
She didn't eat meat? How odd, nothing tasted as good as meat, at least to Sylar's pallet, but perhaps he was a bit biased. "The only greens I ever got were on hamburgers. Meats the only thing that settles my stomach." He replied. Sylar had indeed eaten dog, he'd also eaten squirrel, a few deer, and even a fish every now and then. If he learned about Roach eating cats he'd actually be upset, being the oddest example of a cat person around.
She alerted the worker to give her some samples, and Sylar had to will himself to stay back. With all this meat out in the open like this, he wanted to jump the counter and steal an entire carcass to go chew on. Off the bone was the best. The man seemed surprised at her request, but as usual Megan's strong personality quickly got her what she wanted. She handed Sylar a small piece of meat atop a tooth pick, which he quickly sniffed learning it's scent. It was similar to beef, but different as well. Perhaps it was the difference between a domesticated slave and an animal that could still hear it's instincts, but the scent quickly caused the boy to take the sample and eat it.
He licked at his lips as the small slice of meat slid down his throat. "I like it." She was right, the taste of the beef was strong, but the meat was more tender. This would probably be killer in a hamburger. Sylar gleefully took each sample she gave, sniffing it first to learn it's unique odor before scarfing it down like a snack. Lamb he especially enjoyed, very flavorful compared to everything else he'd had. "A butcher certainly beats what i"m used to for flavors in meat. Just get a whole carcass of this stuff." He said, his words not really fitting the excited attitude he had of a fifteen year old boy.
Megan chuckled at his antics. She'd never seen someone get so worked up over food before, not even roach. After taking careful note of which ones he seemed to enjoy the most, she turned back to the butcher and requested as much meat as possible. He was reluctant to sell her the whole case, but she ended up talking him out of most of it anyway, including a yet-to-be cut lamb body that they'd had stashed in a back freezer.
"We've got a few more things to pick up first, so we'll be back for this order later." The boy nodded, taking down her name on a small form, and she turned away from the cold-case. Now they just needed to stock up on the other essentials. Various breads, cheeses, frozen items, and canned foods. "If you aren't a fan of veggies, Sylar, what else do you eat?" Tugging the cart along behind her, she headed for the back of the store where all of the canned foods were stored. She figured that getting the heaviest stuff into the cart first was probably best, but she didn't realize what a stroke of luck her decision was until she'd already loaded a few cans into the cart.
That was when she got the first whispering of trouble from one of her sentry spiders. Immediately her expression slackened, her eyes taking on a far away, zoned out glaze. Her mind effectively left her body behind for a moment, standing with a can in her hand in the middle of the aisle, while she took a peek through the eyes of the spider who'd pinged her. A black van had pulled up along side the store, just down from the main door. She watched as a side door slid open and a black-masked head poked out and took a glance up and down the sidewalk.
"...Sh*t." Her consciousness slapped back into her own brain like a taunt rubber band and she hissed through her teeth at the wave of nausea and dizziness that came with it, and dropped into a crouch. The bell upfront buzzed, signaling someone had exited or entered; then there was a scream and the sound of multiple bullets ripping through the ceiling.