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.
"Well I can hardly blame you for that... s'my fault for forgetting about that whole... blind thing." Reaching over to dig through the box again, she found the cording and lighter. "I'm hardly ever in there unless i'm sleeping, so I tend to forgot how much stuff I have, anyway."
Lapsing into a short silence as she tucked a leg under her, got comfy, and set about heating the needle up, she forgot about what was sitting on the table in front of her. For once, thanks in part to Sylar's mutation, she didn't need to stress out about the things from her past. It was... nice.
"So.. you've been to the mansion, then." It came out like a statement, even though she hadn't meant it that way. He'd brought up the doctor, so it was obvious, but she found herself wanting to know more about it. She had friends there after all, and didn't exactly like her apartment life sneaking into it.
True, it was sort of silly to ask a blind man to fetch anything that didn't have a distinguishing mark or feel. However Sylar wasn't your average blind person either. "Well most people don't notice or forget since I can see their heat." He said in response, just sort of thinking aloud. Sylar slept here now, but he wasn't around unless Roach was here either so they were both sort of room mates in name only it seemed. "I stopped keeping things years ago, it's pretty easy when you don't own anything." He retorted, an oddly depressing comment if you realized the boy had basically been a homeless drifter the past three years.
Sylar watched as a bloom of heat erupted before him, his body visibly reacting by pulling back a bit as she turned the lighter on. "Fire?" He said aloud, the visual and heat reminiscent of a flame, but quite small. A lighter? He didn't know much about self medicine, but her movements as she heated the needle made him a bit uncomfortable as he put two and two together. He was jarred from the thought though by her question, bringing up the mansion. He looked up from the flame back to her face and spoke. "Yeah, a few times. They feed me sometimes." He said thoughtlessly.
The Mansion was an odd place for Sylar, home to friends and food but not to himself. His shy personality and lack of self confidence prevented him from living there. "I have a friend or two there. They even asked me to live there once." He said as he reminisced, though his tone was a bit saddened as he obviously didn't take that offer. "But I"m not so good with crowds...or socializing really." He finished, though his attention was still draw to what Megan was doing. Sylar got easily distracted by movements and flame, so her working with something as delicate as a needle to sew her own wound shut was kind of mesmerizing.
She grunted a yes at him, concentrating on not burning her own fingers.
It would take some getting used too, his power. The physical aspects were blatant and hard to ignore, but the ones working behind the scenes were what she always struggled with. "Don't blame ya. I'm not exactly good with people wither. They either piss me off, or I piss them off. Doesn't work out." ...Save for the few friends she'd somehow managed to snag. Still confused here, that.
"Don't ever go to that doctor there, Prof-something, unless you want him rooting around in your business. He'll heal you, but nag your ears off while he's at it."
Dropping the lighter back into the box, she let it cool while trying to gauge how much thread she would need. It was thick and waxy, more like twine than thread. The heavy stuff had always worked better when she needed to sew ribbons onto her shoes, or change the position of the elastic. Different, but it would get the job done.
Looping it through the needle, she started the impossible task for preparing herself mentally for what was to come. "...which reminds me, did you get hit at all in that fight? I've been so preoccupied, I totally forgot to ask." Blue eyes turned his way, visually scanning for injuries.
Sylar struggled with people mostly because he had been picked on till his sense of self confidence was non existent...that and the fact that sometimes everyone else just really looked like food. And trying to interact with food besides murdering and eating it was weird. "You're at least more confident than me...and don't try to eat people randomly." He mumbled that last part, realizing it was still hard to admit the fact that he had cannibal thoughts, even if Megan had lived with one long before meeting Sylar. Weren't they just two awkward peas in a pod.
Megan didn't seem fond of Doc Prof, though Sylar had already seen him at least twice. "Er...a little late for that, He kind of had to clean up a big mess I made...of myself." Sylar remembered a certain little brawl of his that had taken out a city block and brought up alot of questions. "Though I have friends at the Mansion, so he seemed to just let me go." He explained, as Megan went about preparing her needle and getting ready for the process of sealing up her wound. Sylar still wasn't exactly sure what she was doing so he asked. "So...what exactly are you doing with the sewing stuff?" The boy wasn't the brightest sometimes, not realizing someone like Megan intended to treat herself.
Her asking him if he'd been hurt threw him off a little, causing him to stutter. "M..Me? Er No, I'm fine. I'm pretty sturdy actually." He pointed towards his shoulder, where piece of his armor jutted out through the clothes. "Some of this stuff is just under my skin, kind of acts like that armor you're wearing." The boy finished, again showing off just how powerful his mutation was. A living weapon, burdened with murderous instincts and a natural talent for violence, and just to make sure all of that went to good use, his body was slowly being encased within natural bullet proof armor. Besides some dirt and torn clothes, Sylar was in fact unhurt. At least nothing visible enough to be spotted at a glance.
"That you know of." She muttered back, half jokingly.
She shrugged, tying the ends of the thread together. "Just remember that he can see what caused an injury, so if you want something kept secret, find another doctor to heal you."
Since she was done threading her needle, she looked up and fixed her eyes on him, cocking an eyebrow in the process. "I'm gonna close the wound... what else?" Of course, the back part was going to be a lot harder. She could reach it, but at an odd angle.
Glancing at the parts of him that were armored and visible, she mulled over what he'd said. "Under the skin, huh? Pretty handy." curious, she reached out to poke at part of the arm closest to her, that had the hard covering on it.
Sylar's sense of fear and embarrassment at his condition had little effect on Megan, who joked back. Sylar realized it didn't make much sense to whine or mumble to Megan, since she lived wih Roach before him and knew of his taste in meat. "Oh right, maybe I'll just start asking you for recipes." The boy returned flatly as Megan began the nasty process of sewing herself up. Doc Prof did seem to want to question things when he had there, but Sylar hadn't realized how much Evelyn had covered for him. The girl was a handful of trouble herself so the doctor probably just wanted nothing to do with Sylar's level of trouble when added onto Evelyn.
Sylar generally tried to avoid injury at all though, instinctively even. "I'll just try and not get hurt instead." He responded, getting nervous at the idea of someone trying to self sew a wound. Though unlike himself, Megan still had human hands. Delicate careful work was probably still within her range of skills. Sylar's fingers were like a bunch of knives, making his ability to do anything but chop stuff into shreds mostly moot. "Are you sure you should be doing this yourself?" He asked, wincing a bit at the thought of plunging a needle into her own body. Funny how so many other things didn't bother him, but something like a needle into flesh could seem intimidating.
Sylar wasn't entirely monster yet, but certain parts of his body did hide armor forming beneath the flesh. The stuff seemed to grow under his skin, soft at first, before replacing the weaker human skin on top of it. Like an animal that shed it's skin, every so often he shed a bit of his human self and grew anew into the creature. The plating Megan touched though was odd, hard but fleshy, and cool to the touch. However it held no sensitivity for Sylar, and he felt nothing. "Feels weird?" He asked as she touched his arm.
"Feels like..." Hmm. What did it feel like? Not like a spiders skin. Their bulbous backsides were soft and fizzy, or smooth like polished leather. It wasn't exactly like Roach's shell, but probably came closest to something to compare it with. In the end she shrugged, prodding his arm once more before removing her hand. "Feels like you."
Turning her attention back to the needle, she frowned at it. "It's not big deal. Hurts, but s'not gonna kill me. I've been through worse."
She could sorta remember doing something similar in the dream... but it was too fuzzy to pick out anything helpful. She'd done a lot of things that were nurse-like then; sewn up wounds, flushed out infections (probably), and helped make-shift doctors deal with rather bad wounds.
"The needle itself doesn't bother me too much, so long as it's far enough away from the wound. It's when you gotta get it close that it starts to sting."
Well, 'sting' wasn't the best word. Had she been alone in the house, she would have been swearing up a storm, wriggling insistently, and shedding quite a few irritated tears. Since someone was sitting right next to her though, she wouldn't allow herself to do any of those things.
"I've had doctors fix me up quick before, up I don't really like hospitals and... medical stuff. Too invasive. I'd rather just deal with it myself and get back to living." Deftly, with a wince here and there, she moved through the motions of patching herself up. It was only technically the first time she'd ever done something like it... so she was relying on knowledge snatched from various movies and shows in order to close the wound properly.
Megan's response about the texture and feel of his flesh was odd, throwing Sylar off for a moment. "Never heard that one before." He mumbled in response, Sylar had been described by a few people before, the odd cool but fleshy texture of his armor, like it was leather mixed with metal and hardened into patches on his flesh, but to feel like him was oddly comforting? Megan continued to throw Sylar off his expected responses.
Sylar was not a big fan of any sort of pain, avoiding it as best he could whenever possible, though his durable body could handle quite a bit of it. "You're crazy, I avoid getting hurt whenever I can." He said in response to her tough statement as they returned to the task at hand, of Megan trying to sew up her own wound. Sylar had only been treated by Doc Prof since his mutation happened and he'd become homeless and now employed by a walking Roach. "I guess I could understand that, I don't like people prying into me either." Sylar said, empathizing with that feeling, though he was far less criminal than Megan...for now.
Sylar watched as the woman began to sew her flesh back together, her body wincing and flaring up as she inflicted pain upon herself to heal her wound in a proper manner. "Er anything I can get for you? I can tell that hurts." He said kind of awkwardly,not sure what to do in this situation besides offer any help he could. Though probably the best he could do was fetch a glass of water, or a towel. Anything else was hard to do when you couldn't see labels or objects because you were a blind monster.
Smirking as he actually managed to distract her from the pain for a moment, she chuchkled. "Yeah, heard that before." Now days it did seem like she went out looking for trouble, and she couldn't exactly argue the point either. Deep down she knew she was, because as much as she hated the end results from what she did, they always managed to make her feel better in a dark, twisted kinda way.
"Actually..." She started, while putting in the second to last loop needed to close the wound. "..there is something you could do for me."
She knew now from dealing with the front that dealing with the back would be near impossible. The angle at which she'd need to crane her arms and neck to get the job done was something only double joints would allow her to manage. After tying a few knots in her thread, she moved to put the needle and other supplied back in the box, grabbed a pair of small scissors to snip the extra thread off, and set about making herself a few large bandages. Luckily for her the silk she made was basically sterile, save for a little saliva, so she didn't need to worry about medical grade bandages. The unfortunate side was it could take a few minutes to make it all, and she needed Sylar's help in order to wide it around her shoulder and upper torso so the wound would be sealed shut from the elements.
First, though, she set about making a palm sized square of silk, thick enough to catch any stray blood, and layered a few disinfectant napkins on it.
"I'm gonna need you to press this on the back wound, and help me wind around extra silk to keep it on me... can you do that?" Holding the patch out at him, she was already making more silk in her mouth. It just needed to be pulled out and pulled apart slightly to be effective.
Sylar perked up a bit in surprise, having expected entirely for Megan to turn him away and say she had everything under control. Perhaps she was getting used to his presence here in her home. Which had sort of been his goal, Sylar wasn't so good at making friends, but he at least needed her to accept his presence here if he was going to remain with Roach. "Ok, what should I do?" He asked in response, waiting for a request. She seemed to be doing something to herself, probably applying a bandage or something to where she had been hurt. But then she asked him to help around her back.
So he had to apply pressure on her back, and help her use silk to seal it up? Where was she getting this silk anyways? Did they make medical silk? Considering he lived literally under the city for a few years maybe he just didn't know modern medical procedure, or at least makeshift procedure. Either way he figured he could do what she asked. "Sure, I can do that. So take this..." He reached forward, and very carefully took the silk patch from her, his claws making it somewhat difficult to hold most things, but he managed to hold onto this pretty well. Felt oddly warm for silk, but that didn't matter at the moment. "And press here?" He asked, reaching forward to press the patch of silk to the area he assumed was the wound, that was the nice thing about seeing through heat. Wounds were always visible because they heated up to start the healing process.
However Sylar wasn't like most people, where as you might assume someone as frail and effeminate looking as Sylar would be physically weak, he was in actually ludicrously powerful. He made grizzly bears look like puppies, and as he pressed forward onto her body, the amount of force was more than enough to push Megan forward and clean off the couch. Way to go Sylar! You were so concerned with holding this stupid patch that you forgot to pay attention to how strong you are. "Oh crap!" Sylar said realizing just what he'd done as he did it.
She eyed him once, before turning her back to him. He seemed to have it under control, even with the claws and stuff. So she didn't really think she had much to worry about.
... Unless he stabbed with with said claws. That... would be uncomfortable for sure.
Wincing when the silk came in contact with the wound, she braced herself slightly and shut her eyes, expecting it to hurt to some degree. Then more pressure suddenly, and she pitched forward and over the side of the couch. "ohshit!"
She caught herself awkwardly on one one forearm, bent her neck at an odd angle as her backside followed her over, and ended up sprawled on her back with her legs and tush resting on the wall beside the couch. Fire raced through her shoulder angrily, followed by watering eyes, and she blinked at the ceiling.
Then she chuckled, which turned into honest, deep-bellied laughter. Albeit painful laughter...
"Jesus christ! What were you trying to do, push it through me?!"
Sylar thought he was doing it correctly as he felt the resistance of Megan's body against his hand holding the patch, that was until Megan was face planted into the floor. The girl cried out as he over did it, and he was quite sure she'd be pissed off at him. Great way to ruin what little respect you were getting Sylar. The girl righted herself as she fell, and turned to laughter as the girl questioned what the hell he was doing.
Sylar sort of fidgeted and wasn't sure what to say in response. "Er sorry sorry! I was trying to make sure I held the thing right cause you know the claws..." Sylar's usual hallow voice was quite timid at the moment, his tone entirely different like the boy he really was beneath the monster, his mask broken by embarrassment and guilt over hurting Megan. "And I mean you said pressure, so I pressed down...it's really hard to know how much to push. I'm...a lot stronger than I should be." Sylar's face which was usually pale and hidden had a rare blush of red to it as he moved forward a bit. "Here, just let me help you up." He said offering his hands, though this gesture might not seem all that inviting considering the mistake he'd just made in trying to help.
It was frustrating to be built so powerfully, your body designed for the lifestyle of some big predatory cat or other monster, but to be contained in the human form. The human body was odd, so frail and weak, and designed around their limitations made someone like Sylar, who had enough force to lift a car or smash through a brick wall with ease feel sort of like a kid stuck in a world of cardboard. Generally that didn't matter since he was a loner, but when dealing with friends or acquaintances? Led to often very humorous but unfortunate situations.
His timid response caused her to laugh more. It hurt, but she couldn't exactly say she regretted it. Even though the day hadn't exactly been what she had expected, she hadn't had a good laugh in a long while. At least not one that made her stomach ache. Why was it so funny though? Maybe it reminded her of more pleasant times.
"Oh, shut up already. It's not that big of a deal." He extended a hand, and she gladly accepted. "Roach once pushed me over a ledge by slapping me on the back." ... Then again, she could never really be sure he hadn't meant to do that. He was hard to read sometimes.
Once she had her feet under her, she glanced at him, and a grin damn near split her face in half. "Ohmygod you're blushing!" She cackled. Mentally ordering the spiders still lurking nearby to head over to her. "That's so cute!"
Sylar wasn't sure at all how to feel about this situation, he'd hurt the girl and she was laughing about it. He guessed she was alright if she was choosing to laugh at his awkward response as opposed to being furious with him. As her hand came into contact with his, he applied the lightest bit of pressure with his claw. Though this was more than enough to pull the girl back to her feet with the strength of a full grown man. Roach did seem like the type of person who would put you into mortal danger, and see the humor in it before anything else. "Why am I not surprised by that?" He responded as Megan was once more standing on her feet.
She then proceeded to laugh more at him, causing Sylar's face to remain flushed instead of returning to it's usual tone. Sylar hadn't really been laughed at before, at least not in awhile and that laughter had always been malicious, not ever friendly. He wasn't sure what to do, just sort of stuttering. "I...I don't...Er..." It was sort of irritating to be laughed at, and called cute, words which he'd never associated with fun or compliments, leaving him just embarrassed and bothered. "Control is an issue for me ok!?" He shouted in response, his mind reaching the limit of being able to tolerate her harmless barb at him.
He backed away from her, and was prepared to head back to his own room and seek solace beneath his bed. "I don't like making mistakes." He mumbled, still apologetic and embarrassed by the mix up. The entire scenario was fairly humorous though, considering Megan probably wasn't aware that Sylar was still just a kid.
The humor of the whole situation died suddenly, when he snapped back at her for her comments. In a way, she wasn't surprised. She'd meant to poke at him with them... but his reaction was far more explosive than she had expected. Standing on her own, the grin easily fell away as she evaluated the situation again.
Sylar, a new mutant in her life who she wasn't all too familiar with yet. Liked being alone it seemed, awkward when talking, violent when it was called for. Laughed at the fish thing, and... super dangerous.
He backed away, and she didn't budge. "Why?" She managed an even, if slightly annoyed tone. A few spiders had made it to her shoulder, and were busy delicately weaving their silk across the wound. "Sure, they suck sometimes... but you learn from them." Well.. you learn, or you're doomed to repeat them over again. In Megan's case, she and a few others, had made it impossible for her to repeat past mistakes. She was rather happy about that.
Letting her spiders do the job, even though she knew it wouldn't be nearly as effective as a bandage of her own silk, she breathed out through her nose and turned away and set about gathering the boxes he'd brought out into her arms.