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
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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.
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Megan had never before experienced what it was like to witness her feet dangling below her about five stories up, and getting higher. Nor had she ever felt large fingers wrapped around her waist... until now. But how had she gotten herself into this predicament? What with a large monkey-man scaling a buildings wall with her in his grasps? Well, that was something she had yet to really figure out herself...
The night had started off at a local Karaoke club. Megan had blared a few songs, had a few drinks, and she was in a pretty good mood. She had retired herself from the stage- seeing as her duct tape outfit was starting to come apart, and had seated herself at the bar. A male of average looks had approached her and sat down, which in Megan's book meant he was about to start buying her drinks.... and yet it never happened. He blathered on about this and that, complimented her dress and her figure, and when Megan didn't think she could take much more of it he stood and excused himself to the bathroom. She dropped her plastic smile immediately, and groaned to herself. The guy was a fricken dead end, she didn't see herself getting tipsy on his bill anytime soon. While he was gone, she excused herself from her seat and wandered over to the nearest lonely looking guy, and started all over again.
Of course, when the other guy came back to an empty seat, he had looked around for her. Apparently spotting her across the bar in someone else's lap, with someone else's drink, made him more than a little angry. He returned to the bathroom and fumbled for a small container of pill in his coat pocket. A sip of water and one pill later, and he felt the change coming on. He stormed back into the club, waltzed over to where Megan was sitting, and knocked the guy she was with clean out with one well aimed punch. It helped that by the time he had gotten there he had doubled in size and body hair...
Oh yeah, that's right. Now she remembered. She had barely had time to gulp down the rest of her drink before she had been roughly snatched up and kidnapped from the club. Her captor, who looked more like a giant ape than a man now, had darted across the street and started to climb. She recalled seeing something very similar to this play out in a movie once, and could barely wait for the fighter jets to arrive! Below, past her swinging feet, she could see police lights and an ambulance or two lining up on the street. A crowd had gathered on the outside of the ring, and she assumed that if they were like her, they were expecting to see someone fall and go splat. Her kidnapper grunted and tossed her painfully onto his shoulder, so he could use both hands to climb more effectively. As Megan clung to his hair, she was glad she had been able to finish most of her drink. She was definitely going to need it...
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Saphirus was taking a breather... from fighting crime? Heck no! He was taking a breather because he'd just run up ten flights of stairs! That was quite a feet, too, because he didn't run... he hobbled. Hobbling up stairs was hard!
He told himself, as he took one last deep breath, that he didn't have time to rest, though. He had a life to save! He'd seen on the news about the woman who had been kidnapped by what appeared to be a literal, though smaller than the original, king freaking Kong. The fact that he'd actually met the girl nearly made him spit out his cereal when he'd seen the report. The would-be super hero was in spandex and out the door in seconds.
And here he was now. He opened the door labeled roof access, and walked out into the dull light of near-night new York. He heard the tell-tale sound of spot lights kicking on, and watched as they pierced the air, trying to get a lock on the giant climbing ape. Saphirus took another deep breath... this was gonna be quite the adventure. It was also a great chance to make it onto the news again. The more people saw him, the more they would recognize him on the streets later. He wanted people to know that there was a real super hero out there who would stop at nothing to make them safe. It made him feel warm inside.
As he walked to the edge of the roof, and climbed up onto the ledge, he looked down at the big ape beneath his feet, girl in tow, and let out a loud laugh.
"Fear not, citizen! The Masochist is here!" He belted out at the top of his lungs. Well, it was now or never, right? To a chorus of gasps from the people below, he jumped from the building, and plummeted toward the monkey, his right leg out to land a feather-strong kick to the face that would be followed by a hay maker with all of that falling kick's force into it. If all went well, King Kong would be kaput.
The crowd below had gotten larger. More and more people were clustering up around the police barricade that had been set up. Three news vans had shown up already, they had cameras and lights pointed up in her direction. Shielding her eyes from the light, she turned and looked up at her kidnapper. "You know, whatever chance you had disappeared when you grew all of that hair." The ape stopped climbing and turned an angry look her way. He grunted, something she didn't understand, and she felt his grip start to loosen up. Instantly, she knew the grunt meant, 'oh, is that so? Well I'll just let you go then.' She was mostly right. "Gah! I was kidding! KIDDING! God, can't you take a joke?!" His grip returned, but instead of hold her any longer, he plopped her down onto her stomach over his shoulder. From that Vantage point Megan could see just exactly how high up she was, and just how many people were waiting for someone, be it her or the Monkey, to fall and go splat.
"Fear not, citizen! The Masochist is here!"
Both Megan and the Monkey Man looked up in unison. She recognized the guy instantly as the same one from her adventure in the subway station. Here came the hero! And the blood and guts! The- What the hell was he doing?! Megan watched in a combination of horror and anger and the spandex clad man leaped from the roof and came sailing towards them. 'That moron, he's going to knock us off the side of the building!' Her captor appeared to have the same thought, and swiftly swung out of the way of the falling man. Megan watched as he sailed right past them, and crawled forward to scream over the apes shoulder. "You idiot! Why did you announce yourself!?" Even though he probably couldn't hear or see her, she felt the urge to shake a fist at him- so she did. "You could have had the jump on hi- ack!"
A hand snatched her up again, and she was cut off mid sentence. Her kidnapper gave her a little shake to shut her up, which made her dizzy and relatively queasy. While Megan wanted very much to throw up all over his hairy arm, she tired her best to contain it- since she didn't want to get dropped. Instead, she set her focus on begging to weave web together in her mouth... Hopefully by the time they got where ever he was taking her, she'd had enough to climb to safety... or at least make a whip with which to protect herself. While doing so, she quieted down. She didn't want tall, smelly, and hairy there to notice that she had thin rope dangling from her mouth... Thankfully, the ape didn't seem to care too much, or he didn't notice. He grasped her tighter and resumed climbing. With a wince, she pried at the hand to gain a little more breathing room, and tried to relax. If all else failed, maybe she could squeeze out of his grasp down her rope, break a window, and climb inside. She plopped her chin in her hand and stared out at the buildings around her. "You know, I can see my house from up here. Monkey Man paid her no heed.
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Everything had been going so well up until then; he was going to beat up the monkey, save the damsel, and land with all of them safe at the bottom of the building in time for the news casters to bombard him with questions that he could answer with a super cool super hero slogan along the lines of. "I do it for the kids... So they can be safe." and then gallop off into the sunset with the whole city admiring him.
But the freakin monkey just had to move, didn't he? As Saph plummeted toward the ground, his 'damsel' yelling at him all the way, he felt like punching himself... She was right, he could have jumped out of nowhere and saved her, but that wasn't what a hero did! Saph watched as the crowd below him parted, waiting for him to go splat on the ground like so many sacks of rotten tomatoes. Instead, he stuck out his right foot and landed gently. The crowd stared at him for a moment. Alright... He hadn't lost them... good. He turned to a small kid, and gave a nod before turning back to the climbing monkey, and crouching down a little. He then used all of the force he'd gained in the fall to perform a mighty leap.
The crowd gasped as he soared through the air, his hands out above him as if he were flying like super man. God he had to look cool right now...
Saph didn't make a single noise this time, putting his shoulder forward to greet the monkey's back in an attempt to collide with him, causing him to lose his grip on the wall. He would then find his own grip and reach out for the girl, assuming all went as planned. Sure, he'd had one slip up, but that didn't mean he still couldn't walk out of here a household name, right?
Great. Here came fail boy again... Maybe he was going to redeem himself and not look like an ass this time. Really, who announced themselves these days?! She readied herself by clinging to the hair on the guys hand. "Hope you're ready Bubbles, cuz here comes your maker!" Monkey Man paused, looking at her, and blinked. The masochist closed in and landed a solid blow in between his shoulders. The great ape's expression changed to that of aggravation, and he reached back with the hand Megan was in to try and swat the bug on his back.
The first two attempts led to Megan receiving a face full of sweaty fur, and the last left her hovering upside down next to the man who had come to save her. She spit fur out of her mouth and crossed her arms, her thread dangling in front of her eyes. "Go for the eyes!" She was withdrawn before she had a chance to add anything else.
Monkey Man returned to holding himself up with both hands, much to Megan's not-able-to-breath discomfort, and shook himself violently in hopes of detaching the annoyance. Once Megan had air in her lungs again, she hatched a plan, and rapped him on the knuckles as hard as she could. Her other hand dipped and she slapped the end of her rope to the wall behind her. It was long enough now that she would at least be able to hang onto the building with.
"Hey, Ugly! Why don't you just put me down like a nice little chimpanzee and scurry along back to the jungle?" Large brown eyes focused on her again, and she winced as the grip around her mid section tightened. Maybe ugly had been too harsh a term? Oh well, no point in holding back now. It was either get rescued by the doofus in a costume, or giant freaky monkey business... And she did NOT want to find out what he had in mind.
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Thump! Saph hit hard, smacking his head on the weak side, and clinging onto the back of the larger ape as hard as he could for a moment. He heard the girl speaking, but he couldn't make out the words; his ears were still ringing from the impact.
Suddenly his home started shaking violently, and Saph found himself clinging for dear life as he tried to get enough sense to do something. At this rate he was gonna lose his grip. Suddenly the ape was distracted, and he found his wits. The monkey looked at the girl, and Saph took the opportunity to let go of his current purchase, and slip his left arm around the large ape's neck. The deal was sealed the second he managed to lock it in with his right arm. Any force going against his right arm would be drained, so trying to pry him loose was useless. That didn't stop the ape from trying. He shook and tried to roar, but the veins supplying blood to his brain were stopped up; within seconds he was dead weight.
Saph looked at the woman, and as quickly as he could stated, "Stay here... Hold on to somethi-ahhh!" Before he knew it he was falling, a large mass of muscle on top of him. all he could do was place his right hand against the monster's back, aim his right leg at the ground, and hope for the best.
Next thing he knew he was on the ground with a big fat ape atop him, trying his damnest to get out in time to save the damsel in distress. It was gonna take a bit; this sucker was heavy!
Just when she thought she would never be able to breathe normally again, the pressure on her ribcage loosened up and she was able to suck in a deep breath of air. Her eyes landed on the sight playing out before her, Kong shaking about frantically, with one little arm hooked around his beefy neck. She actually watched as his eyes slipped shut, and felt him start tipping backwards. With a cringe and a squeak of fear, Megan leaned back and snatched up her rope. She managed to twist it around her hand tree times before the apes giant mit fell away from her mid section and she was left dangling along side the building.
"Stay here... Hold on to somethi-ahhh!"
And then, just like that they began to topple like a tree. While thoroughly fascinated with the sight, or rather the idea that she would get to finally see something go splat, she found herself actually rooting for the Masochist. Maybe he was going to flip mid air and land on the giant's stomach? Or maybe he would pull the first trick he had used and land by himself, miraculously unscathed? She watched, and he failed to do anything more than disappear under the hulking monkey man. Megan grimaced, and brought herself back to her own situation.
With the attention down below, she glanced around and noticed that she wasn't very far away from a short ledge. Just eyeballing the distance she figured she could make it.. but there wasn't really a sure way to tell. With a gulp, and a few inner curse words, she carefully unwrapped her hand from the rope. The first loop went pretty smoothly, she only dropped a little, but the second jolted her so bad she nearly let go of the remaining length of web. '..Bad day to have sweaty hands... Sucking in another deep breath, she released the last loop and fell four feet onto the ledge below. Her heart jumped into her throat as she pitched forward just a little, and then managed to catch herself on the wall.
People below were still buzzing around the ones who fell, so she figured it would probably be a while before someone sent up a ladder to her. In light of the situation, she decided it best to try and find her own way down. Besides, she really didn't want to have to talk to the cops while tipsy and in a tube top and skirt made of duct tape. Shuffling along the edge of the building, she made her way closer to the corner, where there was an alley- and in her mind, an alley was sure to have a fire escape.
It took Saph a good minute to get out from under the giant ape. The beat of a man stirred for a second before Saph pressed a finger against his temple and put in enough energy to knock him out for a while. He looked about at the people who were well on their way to crowding around, and held up a hand to stop them; the job wasn't done yet. There was still a damsel hanging from the building up above.
Saph took a quick measure of how much energy he had left... more than enough to make the leap up to her. Alright; on with the show. He crouched down a little, and then let out a mighty leap that sent him soaring through the air, and up to the very ledge that Megan had landed on. He landed with a soft thud, and looked about for her; she was already on her way around the side of the building.
"Where you runnin off too? I get get you down, you kno- jesus! what the hell are you wearing?" He hadn't noticed before, but... was she actually wearing duct tape for clothes?! No wonder she'd attracted an ape man! In that kinda get up it was a wonder she hadn't baited out every creep in new york!
"What ever... look, I can get you down from here if you want..." His eyes wandered to his side for a moment, and then up, where he caught sight of the rope she'd been hanging onto. "Wait a minute... is that..." He reached up and took hold of it, pulling softly to try and tug it free... it held fast. He then put the rest of his force into it, and ended up breaking off the concrete it had been stuck to. "Gees! This stuff is tough! Where did you get this?" He tested the material in his hands... it was soft like silk, and just as durable... maybe even more so. If he could get some of this for his suit...
She had nearly made it to the corner of the building on her hands and knees, crawling at a snail's pace, when she heard the crowd below let out a collective gasp. The sound of feet on the ledge behind her startled her, and she turned icy blue eyes back to spot the costumed super hero, alive and virtually unscathed.
"Where you runnin off too? I get get you down, you kno- jesus! what the hell are you wearing?" Her surprise melted away into a dead pan stare and she pushed herself up against the wall and stood. "I should ask you the same thing." She snapped, and crossed her arms over her chest. It's not like her outfit was all that out of the ordinary... Okay, it was out of ordinary when standing on a ledge stories above the ground... but that was besides the point. "I thought you got squished by the Monkey man... How'd you survive that?" Her eyes roamed him suspiciously. He should have at least had some type of laceration or wound... a broken bone at least!
"What ever... look, I can get you down from here if you want..." Well, Mr. Valiant didn't have much of a sense of fashion, but at least he wasn't going to leave her up in the air. "Yeah... just... uh... drop me off somewhere were there aren't a ton of lights and cameras..." She paused, blinked, and added carefully. "...please."
"Gees! This stuff is tough! Where did you get this?"
She stared at him for a moment, blank faced. Really? At a critical time like this, he was doing to admire her web?... He admired her web? Hmm.. On second thought, maybe it wasn't so bad. She smiled, and nodded. "I didn't 'get' it, I made it. It's silk..."
Saph looked down at himself when she commented about his clothing, and blinked a few times. "What? I look awesome." He grinned a little to her, realized that she had no way of knowing he was grinning, blinked a few times, paused awkwardly, and then was saved by her asking of the questions. "I'm a mutant, just like you. You know that. I'm just a little harder to break than most, is all." He looked down at the gathered crowd, looking up at them expectantly. The thought popped into the would-be hero's head that most people would recoil at the sight of a sheer drop to almost certain death. He didn't. Mostly because all a drop light that meant for him, providing he was careful with the landing, was enough force to do some real damage.
It made him feel kinda cool in comparison to, say, a certain silk spinning woman, creeping her way cautiously around the corner of a building. He examined the silk in his hand once more, and tilted his head a bit. "You... Made this? It's tough... Hey, I'll tell you what. I'll get you down from here, far away from the press, and lose my moment in the spotlight, but you gotta give me some of this... Lots of this stuff... Deal?" He stared at her anxiously. If he had this stuff, and the metal armor from he'd been dreaming of for countless nights, he could be quite the force to be reckoned with.
A quick eye roll was all she intended to answer his comment with. 'Yeah... you'd look awesome at a comic convention...' Instead of voicing her thoughts, she chose to watch him tinker with her web some more, then turned her eyes down to the street below. Anymore waiting, and she might have to take thinks into her own hands to speed up the process. She was snatched from plots, by a question... kind of disguised as a trade. She sniffed, frowning slightly at the idea of giving someone her web for free.
"I could give you some..." She shifted, trying to look less like she was clinging to the wall and shaking in her boots, and more like she actually had a choice in the matter. A hard thing to pull off. "... Or... I could force your hand and just step off the ledge, forcing you to dive off and save me- or look like a fool in front of all of those nice people."
She smirked a little, more at herself than anything, and patted herself on the back for a moment, before continuing on. "Of course, I won't, because I happen to like you." She shifted again, edging closer to him, and grinned. "So, in light of the fr-....friendly circumstances, once you get me down, I shall make you however much web you wish for."
Saph blinked as the duct-taped damsel inched in on him, and grinned as she gave him a yes on the thread. Awesome; it would help him out one helluva lot.
"Good. Deal. Down we go!" He grabbed her gently around the waist, and then stepped off of the building on the side the press wasn't close to. He figured it was better done without warning, as people tended to chicken out when he told them they were about to free fall way longer than a human should without dieing or pulling a parachute. "Hold on!" He said on the way down, maneuvering himself so that he landed on his right foot.
They landed silently and gracefully, and were up in the air once more before anyone could bat an eyelash. He had aimed this jump so that they would land on a nearby shop's roof. It had a ladder that went down into the alley next to them, so they could get away from the press easily.
With another silent landing, they were far enough away to get down to business. he let go of her, and walked to the edge of the roof, eying the far off paparazzi. "We have a little time... How long will it take you to make the stuff?"
"Wha-?!" At first, she thought he had been joking... but the she was snaked into a hero hug, and then her feet were leaving the ground, and all of the sudden all of the tiny cars down on the road started to get bigger. She managed to keep the contents of her stomach in, but not an ear shattering scream. Half way down she clutched the man in a vise like bear hug of death, and squeezed her eyes shut. The last images she saw, was of the ground zooming in to meet them... and then it all stopped. With the elegance of an elevator ride.
"You are such a-" And the screaming resumed, for a shorter length this time. Saph's ears would be thankful. Just as they were reaching the arch of Saph's second jump, Megan managed to calm down quite a bit. By the time she was released onto the relative safety the roof provided, she was only a nervous, shaking mess. "We have a little time... How long will it take you to make the stuff?"
Was this guy really worth the effort and time she would waste by fangirling after him? For a moment, as she stared blankly at him, she considered that question. But, as always, the answer came back as a loud and forceful YES. She continued to shake like a rodent that had gone on an unwelcome down hill ride in a hamster ball, she nodded, and set about gathering the strength to answer him. "That.. depends entirely on the amount of silk you need." A large amount would take many days... and would be generally exhausting, while a small batch would only take a few hours, and she would be no worse for wear.
She blinked at him, eyeballing his costume for a moment as she wondered about what exactly he had in mind for her silk... and an evil little thought popped into her head. What did he look like under that mask? Was he cute? ...surely she wasn't about to waste her valuable time on someone of meager attractiveness... "But first..." She added, her shaking ceasing in an instant. "I want to see what you look like under that mask of yours." A little smile curved the corners of her mouth, and she focused on him intently, like a wolf targeting her prey. "Even making a small amount of web will take some time... and unless you intend to come home with me, I am going to need to know who exactly is receiving this gift. That is, unless you want to be seen waltzing into a woman's apartment in that heroic getup..."
Coupled with a wink, she blew blond bangs from her eyes, and rested a hand on her hip, the other toying with the bottom of her duct tape skirt. Would he play game?.. She didn't know. Having see the extent of violence he was willing to go to in the name of heroism, she didn't doubt that he was a strong... possibly insane man. She was heaping her plan on the notion that he wouldn't harm an innocent, pretty civilian. "...Well?"
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"Cute. She makes a deal with me, and then tries to reneg when we get to the ground." He looked to her, and crossed his arms slowly. "You know... I could always put you back onto the skyscraper."
He watched her for a moment, and then sighed. "I ain't showing you my freaking face, okay? Jees... I'm gonna need a lotta that stuff; I guess I can... I dunno... How bout you just tell me where I can find you, and I can come pick it up when it's done. That sound alright?" He looked out to the police and media, who were starting to make thier way over; somewhat confused about what exactly was going on.
"We ought to get out of here anyways. The fire escape is this way." He turned and headed for the ladder. He knew this area pretty well; all of the bars made it a good place to look for ruffians to silence, and the liquor stores were like a crime fighting buffet for vigilante like himself.
"And I could always withdraw acceptance of your need for silk..." She crossed her arms as well, copying him, and tried her best to wipe the smirk from her lips. The fact that her drinks were finally setting in wasn't helping at all. Her bottom lip jutted out at his refusal, and she resisted the urge to stomp her foot. Mr. Hero wouldn't play game? Fine. She'd have to find another way to get that damned mask off his face.
"Okay, Fine. If you are going to need a lot of it, then give me a week. After one week I will drop by central park at, oh... Ten Thirty pm with all of the silk you could ever need. I will wait exactly a half an hour, and if you aren't there by then~ I will go home." Her hands dropped from her chest, to her hips as he turned away, muttering something about the cameras heading their way, and stuck her tongue out at them.
She really hated spoil sports... though, at the view from behind on this one wasn't all that bad. "Hm... at least spandex is good for something." Her go-go inspired heels clacked along behind him until he had shown her where the escape ladder was. She leaned over the edge a little, wrinkling her nose at the dirty, trash filled alley below, and turned a more than slightly tipsy glare the Masochists way. He was so very lucky she had a thing for vigilante's. Soooo very lucky.
"By the by," She started, while she threw one leg over onto the fire escape. "...Those underwear make your bum look just Magnificent. Just sayin'..." She winked, and started her trek down.