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.
"Charlotte." She shot back, if a little distractedly. The substance on her hands has caught her attention. It was dark, and sticky. She decided quite readily that she didn't like it being in contact with her skin.
She kept real quiet as they wandered around, heading for the nearest exit. The spiders she had left behind were forgotten about, they were replaceable anyway, and she didn't even notice the quietly swiveling camera- tucked way up in one corner of the building- that had thus far tracked the two girls since they had left the room.
All Megan knew was that she was in one piece, if a little shaky. Definitely sore... but one whole woman all the same. She was damn sure that her jaw was bruised, and that she'd be limping around for at least a week due to the force mutants attacks. She chuckled dryly upon reaching the exit, waiting for her chance to step out into the night air.
"Oooh, god... that feels amazing." The night breeze on her smarting skin was cool and calming. It also helped that she was no longer stuffed in a hot, body filled room anymore. With a pained stretch, she turned to look at Allison, approval and respect clear on her face.
"You kicked some serious ass in there... how did you get caught up in all of this?" The girl didn't look like anything... but with that trick she had pulled, and the way she had... Ugh, best to keep her mind off of such things. At least for the moment.
She just couldn't fathom how the other had gotten herself caught up in the trouble. She seemed like the quiet type... if dangerous.
“It fits you.” Allison wasn’t entirely sure whether she was being sarcastic or not with the comment, but she was certainly amused. Charlotte, really? For a girl who could order spiders around? Someone’s parents had prophetic abilities. Allison... no, Allison did not wish her parents had had any such abilities. She didn’t want to think what they would have come up with.
Allison didn’t pause, still determined to get as far away from the room as possible, but she definitely appreciated the breeze. It was a bit cooler than she really wanted, but, well, that wasn’t the worst option. Better too cool than too warm, it would help her stay awake. And the air certainly smelled wonderful, compared to the room. She glanced around, not recognizing the street well enough to know the best way back to Sanctuary, and picked a random direction to walk in. She was not staying near the room, directions or otherwise.
“Walked around a corner, saw a girl hanging from the sky and a couple... men... and got dragged into it. What were you doing, by the way?” Allison was, in fact, flattered by Charlotte’s compliment. Compliments she was used to, compliments on something she actually valued were much rarer. She wasn’t, however, flattered enough to pay it any attention relative to the still unexplained question of what, exactly, she’d stumbled into in the first place.
Allison did not like misplacing blame, it only caused wasted time at best. Leaving responsibility hanging, however, she was equally disinclined to try.
The spider queen scratched at the back of her head, unknowingly wiping off wet blood in her hair from the back of her hands. "I didn't get a chance to see anyone else... I got popped in the face and passed clean out."
She continued, but more or less grumbled under her breath instead of actually talking. She really didn't like how her plan had fallen through... but she could definitely see the faults in it now that she was away from the situation.
"I know a guy... and he got this crazy idea stuck in my head that I can be...eh, well, that I can do the same things all of those stupid super heroes do." She didn't look at the girl, Allison. Admitting such a thing was hard, given her current rate of failure to success. It wasn't something she was particularly good at, or proud of yet... but it seemed like the more she sucked at it, the harder she wanted to try.
Eventually, she have do something right.... right?
"I followed those guys for a while, spotted them dealing. I thought I could rig a fancy trap and catch them, thus avoiding a fight... but it didn't really work out like I had planned..."
In fact, it had worked out terribly. She was pretty damn sure she would he staggering around like a zombie in the morning... and for at least a week after. "I'm not very good in fights where I'm out numbered... Probably would have ended--... eh, .....It probably wouldn't have turned out very well for me without you there, though. So, thanks... I guess?" She grinned sheepishly, and tucked her hands into the pockets of her coat.
“Yes.” Allison’s voice was distinctly amused, if also a bit annoyed. “I saw that.”
Allison glanced over to look at Charlotte as she grumbled. She... knew a guy. Who, it seemed, had inspired her to try being heroic. That was one of the most evasive and informative answers she could have gotten.
“You’re welcome,” was tossed out automatically as Allison processed Charlotte’s story. She waited a moment in case any more of a response was going to appear before speaking. “So, just to be sure I understand this right, you know a guy who somehow inspired you to attempt to become a comic, which led to you getting caught by drug dealers, which would have led to you being... hurt, if by sheer luck I hadn’t happened to be there and gotten caught as well.” She really, really wanted to start ticking points off on her finger, but thought that might be a bit much. And she was keeping the polite tone, anyway. “Which led to me also being in danger, and when the drug dealers started arguing and looked ready to attack and injure each other, you decided it would be a good idea to end their argument without either of them being hurt by suggesting that they just both rape me. Which led to the fight to get both of us out being much more difficult than it potentially could have been. Is that all right?”
Hm. Allison was going to have to look into this whole being too beat up to think thing; it was making her reactions much better. Or perhaps they only seemed better because her mind wasn’t running fast enough to catch the mistakes. Either way, it felt like one absurdly smooth movement to turn on a step, aiming a punch at Charlotte as her smile finally snapped into a mix of extreme annoyance and disbelief. “What. The he**. Were you thinking?”
The mouthful of words was flung at her, with enough barely controlled venom to stop her in her tracks. Allison was... correct. In every aspect of the word. It had been Megan's fault that they had gotten kidnapped in the first place. It had been her fault that a fistfight had been avoided, which would have made things a lot easier. All of that was the truth.
...but like hell if she was going to openly admit it.
Megan despised it when things where honestly, 100% her fault. She didn't like the feeling of carrying any amount of guilt on her shoulders... and after what Alli had said, she could feel that familiar burden being pressed down on her.
Thankfully, all of that was alleviated as the girls fist landed swiftly, and heavily, into her cheek. "OW!" The alien feeling of guilt no longer bothered her, now that she was dealing with a definitely bruised face.
She even managed a half annoyed, half hurt expression after, while she was rubbing the afflicted area. How did she hit so hard, being so small?! "...Okay... I deserved that one...." Though, deserving it didn't seem to make it hurt any less... "I wasn't really thinking... I probably should have been, but I've never been in that type of situation before. I dunno... "
A poor, shoddy attempt at an excuse. She knew that, and Allison probably knew that too. But it was really all she had. She hadn't been thinking. It had just come flying out of her mouth, and she had snapped her lips shut directly after. She knew well that it had been a mistake.
"I didn't mean for it to come out like that... and I wouldn't have let them actually do anything too you..." She could be honest to herself with that last bit. All antics, feelings, and inner workings aside, she trusted herself enough to know that letting two grown ass men take advantage of a woman while she was around just wasn't going to happen. She was a B#%@h, sure... but she wasn't completely heartless yet.
"I figured I could go for my knife if they turned their backs to me, and I could take at least one of them out...."
That Charlotte had been planning, sort of, probably, to attack the men while they were focused on Allison was... a slight improvement, anyway. It still didn’t make Allison any more sympathetic to the hurt expression. She glared, folding her arms, still ready to dissect all the many ways Charlotte’s decisions could have or did go wrong.
Instead of saying anything, though, Allison sighed after a moment, shook her head and turned back to continue walking, finally letting some of the tiredness filter through as her arms dropped back to her sides. Nothing she wanted to say would change anything, and it would probably just make Charlotte more stubborn. “Whatever. Just... come on.” She kept walking, more slowly, toward a corner that looked sort of familiar, which she hoped would be enough for her to figure out which way Sanctuary was. “Everyone does stupid things. I’ve done stupid things.” Which Allison really needed to remind herself of at times like these. “Just... try to do less insane stupid things.”
A grin found it's way back onto her lips, and she followed after, hugging herself around the ribs with one arm.
"The world would be a very dull, boring place without insanity." It was the truth to her, and nearly ever aspect of her life currently revolved around it. Her living arrangements, her friends... hell, the job she currently had. Someone would have to abandon their sane side at the door if they wanted to experience what her life was like.
Not that anyone would ever really know.
She also glanced at her surroundings, and noticed that they looked awfully familiar. Roaches apartment wasn't far off. Good. She thought. She could hear her bed calling to her already... "Crazy people like me are needed, to set standards for people... so they know not to dumb @%#$ things."
“Okay,” Allison amended. “That’s true. Insane is okay. Try to do less dangerous stupid things, then.” Allison didn’t really have much room to talk about insanity, anyway. She was plenty insane. Just not so likely to take risks in her insanity.
...Then again, she had fallen out of a lot of trees. That... wasn’t exactly the same thing. Trees weren’t as malicious as drug dealers, anyway.
...How had she not broken her neck already?
Allison sighed again, rolling her eyes and attempting to shake off the thoughts. She hadn’t done much tree climbing recently. Though now that she thought of it, she wanted to again.
...Okay, so maybe she could understand why Charlotte had decided to attempt being a comic book. That was not to be admitted, though.
“So you’re some kind of anti-role model?” Allison paused at the corner, peering at the signs and buildings before nodding to herself and turning toward Sanctuary. Not too far, good. She didn’t feel like walking at all, much less as far as she’d been thinking she might have to.
She replied with a snicker, and fiddled with the stun gun in her pocket.
"I think I'll take you up on that advice... getting my arse handed to me on a nightly basis isn't exactly on the top of my priority list. Maybe I'll stick to helping little old ladies across streets and stuff."
Or, pushing the old broads into the street. That sounded like just as much fun. Medicine bottles flying everywhere!
"Honestly... I'm only doing things like this to prove that I can. I would make a terrible hero. Really, a terrible one. I don't like people enough to expend the energy to listen to them on good days, let alone save someone from danger..."
She didn't even know how she managed to save herself sometimes... and considering how her few scrapes with those on the wrong side of the law had gone down, she probably wouldn't have been around to get into even more trouble, if people stopped stepping in to help her. A bitterness crept up under her current mood, and she frowned at nothing in particular.
Life always had a way of rubbing her current uselessness in her face, even if she had managed to do something productive.
“I’m sure the little old ladies will appreciate it.” Allison nodded. “Not many people around to do that.”
Of course, some may just get offended at the idea that being old must mean they were infirm. No way around that, though.
“Maybe you should bring the guy you know with you, if you decide to try it again. At least he can share the consequences with you that way.” And, hopefully, talk her out of anything too insane.
...Then again, this was the guy who’s given her the idea in the first place. He’d probably make her act even stupider. “On second thought, never mind. That doesn’t sound like a good idea.”
Allison stretched, ignoring the bruises’ complaints. She wasn’t further injuring them, and she wanted to stretch, so pain would just have to be dealt with. “I’d make a horrible hero, too, really. I wish I had the option, but... ink just isn’t that useful. And I’m not sure many people would agree with me about what’s right, anyway.” Not that Allison cared overly much about that, but it would be annoying to devote a bunch of time to heroic work and then have everyone mistake her for being a villain anyway.
...Why was she thinking in comic book terms? Charlotte’s insanity must be infectious....
Megan cringed at the very thought of attempting to drag the Masochist around with her. Aside from the constant clashing, she didn't like him much past his vigilante exterior. What lay underneath that mask of his didn't interest her at all.
"That's about as likely as me suddenly becoming a nun... and yes, it would be a very, very bad idea. I don't think he'd be too happy that I've been out causing problems and stirring up trouble." She snorted, and continued on walking beside Allison.
Yeah... She was almost 100% sure that the vigilante she knew would either rip into her verbally about her midnight excursions, or he'd tear into her physically. She'd seen it before, and really wanted to avoid getting on his violent side as much as possible.
"I dunno, Alli... You took care of that guys face pretty well... and, well..." She whistled, thinking back on the grisly scene they had left behind. She also shuddered, just a little. "You didn't act like a terrible hero back there, and you sure saved my hide!"
It was as close to a thank you as she could currently get, without having some sort of vague attachment to the person first. "I think people now days rely on their mutations too much.... You did just fine with your fists and a knife, in my opinion... and the ink thing? F@%&in' brilliant. I didn't even realize what you had done until after." She chuckled, scratching at the back of her neck, and winced as muscles along one side of her ribs protested.
“Oh? Maybe you should bring him with you, then, if he wouldn’t approve. Someone to talk sense into you.” Or maybe not talk, precisely, going by Charlotte’s reaction, but... well, sense was good. Especially in attempted heroics. Or achieved heroics, for that matter.
Allison laughed, smiling at Charlotte. “Thanks, it was mostly just reacting, though. Didn’t really think about what I was doing at all. Not the best thing to rely on, there.”
Another laugh followed as Allison turned a corner. “Yeah, I’ve learned a bit of creativity. Still not much else for me to rely on, though, I never learned how to fight or anything. I guess you could say I learned how to run away....” Allison wasn’t particularly fond of that fact, but it was better than some things she’d learned, so her tone was thoughtful instead of resentful. “Still, that’s not much use at times, either.”
“Oh? Maybe you should bring him with you, then, if he wouldn’t approve. Someone to talk sense into you.”
She snorted. Yeah, help her by knocking her teeth in. If he has his way, she was sure he would want to just put her in the hospital to keep her out of trouble... and with how much he was paying her for her work, she really didn't have any room to complain.
“Thanks, it was mostly just reacting, though. Didn’t really think about what I was doing at all. Not the best thing to rely on, there.”
Megan smirked. "Oh, I don't know about that... I think reacting is half of what wins a battle, instinct too... I'm far too slow, I think... I could probably use a lot more practice when it comes to reaction and instinct." In all of the fights she had even been in, most importantly the ones in the not so distant past, she could easily recall times when being faster on her feet would have been helpful. Also... being able to shut off the constantly yapping part of her mind. The part that often got her to say and do things that ended badly...
“Yeah, I’ve learned a bit of creativity. Still not much else for me to rely on, though, I never learned how to fight or anything. I guess you could say I learned how to run away.... Still, that’s not much use at times, either.”
"Ick... Running away. It never solves anything, I should know." Well, maybe a different sort of running away than Allison was talking about, but close enough for Megan to cringe inwardly. "I spent a good amount of time running from things...it only ever seemed to make the problem bigger. I like the idea that if you face it when it's small, it's easier to defeat... you know?" It felt odd... trying to be inspiring or wise... They were two words that just didn't fit her.
It was prolly supposed to be the other way around, and she was supposed to be taking notes from the girl. ... Or something. "...Where are we going, by the way?... This is awfully close to my apartment."
“Really?” Allison’s voice was suddenly flooded with amusement, and an instant later her hand was aiming to thwap the back of Charlotte’s head. Not hard, and probably not even painful unless Charlotte was more sensitive to pain than most people, but enough to notice if it hit. “Practice like that, you mean?” She was grinning, only barely managing not to laugh. Charlotte had asked for it, after all. Arguably.
The next comment was much less amusing for Allison. “Not... exactly the type of running I meant... I meant literal running. Like, with feet, at high speeds. Hopefully high speeds. In a direction away from dangerous stuff.” She tipped her head back, staring at the stars as she sighed. “Not that I’ve never run away that way, too, but I like to pretend my reasons were worth it.”
The instant’s hesitation when Charlotte asked where she was going was learned well enough to nearly be an instinct, a flash of image and reputation and looked down on and doesn’t matter that caught her voice in a net before she reminded the net it wasn’t wanted any more and it evaporated. On the other hand, the tone of voice that let her answer steadily and calmly was equally well learned. “Sanctuary. Do you know it?”
Too tired to dodge the thwap, she took it and laughed. Giggled, actually. Like a kid. With a cough, she attempted to pull herself back into a more responsible mentality, and tucked her hands in her pockets.
"Yup, just like that... And, heh... I guess that kinda running works. Can't say I haven't hauled ass away from things I couldn't handle before." Like street fights, hostage situations, and more recently... terrible attempts at playing the hero.
Though... she hadn't run for this one. She hadn't needed to, as fate would have it.
"Sanctuary? I've heard of it... but never been there before. Prolly should have, considering I live right across the street. Isn't it some kind of mutant refuge?" She didn't know all of the details, only that Roach often vanished into the building and stayed for quite some time. There were rumors that circulated around it, but she really didn't care for them. Like the mansion, and all of the squishy good hearted folk that lived there, she wasn't all that interested in becoming much more involved than stealing a bed every now and then.
Things always got complicated, when you get too involved.
"You live there I take it?... Or work? What's it like?" Still, a few questions never hurt nobody....