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.
Nate liked to believe that, over the course of a long and duplicitous history, he had learned to avoid putting himself in situations where he had to place his trust in thieves, psychos, untrustworthy folk, and most crucially, women. Parker apparently never read the lesson plan left behind for him, because the spider so rudely put Nate in a position where he had to break all those rules at once.
Nate had an evening staff meeting to go to at the Mansion, which would typically pose no problems. Parker was almost always content with being left alone and occasionally staking his own territory with webbing. There was something about a mutant pet that apparently translated into a less taxing maintenance requirement.
All these rules and conventions went out the window when, for the first time since Nate found him, Parker decided to show signs of illness.
Admittedly, there was no way for Nate to definitively label Parker’s issues as illness, since veterinarians would laugh at him should he bring the three foot spider into their offices. All Nate knew was that Parker was not eating, he was making more garbling noises than usual, and the poor thing seemed lethargic.
Nate could not simply call out of the staff meeting on such short notice, but he could not leave Parker on his own. He needed someone who could come by and handle taking care of such a unique pet with some level of compassion and expertise.
And as much as Nate had no desire to call her, he knew someone that fit the bill to the letter.
Nate was pacing around his apartment, waiting for Megan to arrive so he could leave for his meeting knowing Parker was in goo… well, he was in hands. Time would tell if they were good hands or if Nate was the most naïve person on the planet to ever own a giant spider.
She stared at her phone again, unsure as to whether or not that conversation had actually just happened.
Spider man-- ...uh, what was his name again? ... Nate, yeah... that sounded right-- had called her. Straight out of the blue, in order to ask her if she'd babysit his pet. Parker... While she had intended on shooting him down, purely because she didn't know if she was ready for any form of socialization yet... she'd agreed. For some reason, the words had slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them.
It was better than sitting in an empty apartment, that much she knew for sure...
She’d grabbed up a few things, changed into an old dress that she didn’t much care about, thrown on a jacket and headed out the door. The ride on her bike had been fraught with people who didn’t know how to get out of her damn way, but eventually she made it. In time, too! Megan found herself wondering about the man again, as she resolutely marched up to his door. She’d never met someone so nice, even after she’d basically tried to petnap his spider. She’d just assumed before that he had a few nuts and bolts loose in that noggin of his, but had come to the conclusion that he was probably just daft... or very, very misinformed about how the world worked.
Still... there was a lovely monster of a spider to visit, so any impressions she had about Nathan himself could wait. It wasn’t exactly like he’d wronged her in any way, shape, or form, anyway. Smoothing her hair down, since her helmet had mussed it, she adjusted the bottom of the spring dress she wore, and made sure to kick any dirt off from her sneakers.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Her stomach growled quietly, and she halfheartedly wondered if he had anything edible in his house.
There was a loud knock at Nate’s door, which was a positive sign that his relief for Parker-duty had arrived, and according to his watch, she had arrived a few minutes early. He did not anticipate trouble being so punctual.
He opened up the door and greeted Megan with a smile. ”Thank you for this, I really appreciate it.” And he did; she was helping out a lot at a time when he could appreciate any and all help. ”It’s been such a crappy few weeks, so it’s just nice for someone to come through.”
He looked her over again, and she was still as attractive as the first day they met, but there was something missing. It was possible that, once his relationship with Quin ended, some of the mystique that came with being untouchable had left Megan in Nate’s eyes. It was not a slight against her, but the first time they met, she represented freedom and danger, and that was hard to match up to.
”There is pasta on the stove and chicken in the oven, I’m sure you’ll figure out a payment for your help, Parker will not be letting you try to make off with him again, so I wouldn’t bother, and the liquor cabinet is in the living room now if you need a drink.” Nate finished running down his list of the obvious things for Megan to keep in mind.
Nate leaned against the kitchen counter behind him, his arms folded. ”You know, for someone as… unpredictable as you are, it’s surprising you came early.” It’s surprising you came at all when I called, but life’s full of surprises, he added on in his thoughts.
She managed a smile back, however small. It seemed like he needed it. "Nice to see you again, too."
Stepping inside, she went ahead and removed her coat, draping it over the first available object she passed. Her purse and keys got dropped alongside it, as she followed him in. He listed off where she could find food, drinks, and even alcohol, and her smile widened slightly. It was like he'd thought ahead... or a date had canceled on him.
Still, she appreciated the sentiment. "I don't need to get paid... I wasn't doing anything anyway." Just attempting to clean out her apartment more, while packing her things to ready herself for a move. Nothing special, or entertaining. ”You know, for someone as… unpredictable as you are, it’s surprising you came early.”
Her smile shifted into a full grin and she crossed her arms under her chest. "What can I say? I missed my big ol' spider friend." She absently lifted a hand and picked a nail as if she weren't interested in the conversation.
"Besides... last time I was here I spotted a lot of shiny objects just begging for me to take them home."
Megan certainly had a knack for making any place seem like her home as she haphazardly dropped her belongings where they chose to fall. Nate ignored it, possibly more entertained by her quirks than annoyed. She was roguish and untrustworthy, but she was also interesting, and sometimes that made all the difference.
Nate looked on as she folder her arms, and he could have sworn she was doing so in a way that would better put her… attributes on display. His initial reaction involved forbidden interest and guilt, but when it caught up to him that he was single, he was just left with interest.
It was weird for her to be making excuses for coming over, especially when she had no interest in being paid. Nate wondered if there was something going on in Megan’s life as well. He was curious, but he would not pry; instead, he focused on her comments on thievery. ”Oh come on, I don’t think I can handle a break-up and a burglary in the same month,” he jokingly plead.
Breakup? Ouch. He had her sympathy, if for all the wrong reasons. People who tangled themselves up in relationships often paid heavy prices... she knew that first hand.
"Aw, guess I’ll have to settle for stealing the affection of your pet for a while, instead." Speaking of pets... where was the big bugger? She'd not seen hide nor fang of the creature since entering the house.
"Where's Parker anyway? I'm starting to think I should feel a little insulted at not receiving a warm welcome like the last time." She still had a little smirk in place, showing that she wasn't entirely serious. If she knew spiders like she thought she did, the bid bug was probably hidden somewhere watching the whole interaction play out. Either that, or he was better trained than she gave him credit, and was napping or something. An eerie thing for a spider to do, in her mind.
Her attention was drawn back to Nathan, and she found herself sizing him up. She didn't know why... but she never felt like snapping at him like she did with everyone else. Something about him was just really relaxing. Maybe it was his attitude... or the fact that he'd saved her that one time. Whatever the case, it was slightly unnerving. Megan wasn't the type of person who liked being able to relax around people. The fact that she felt like she could kick back and chill for a while confused her.
... maybe she'd have to take steps to change that, eventually.
Nate looked around over the apartment, spotting Parker’s closet door cracked open, catching the reflection of the light in one of the arachnid’s eyes. “Oh, he’s watching.” Nate did not want to share details regarding his vulnerability with Megan, but he would at least be a bit more honest about one of the reasons she was one of his first calls. ”Since he realizes that… my ex isn’t coming back,” he chose not to say Quin’s name, as it brought down his mood as well as Parker’s, ”He has been mopey and unfriendly with most guests.”
He sighed, further admitting, ”One of the reason’s I called you was because I thought he would not mind you being around tonight.” It made sense; Megan had a way with spiders, and despite her attempted theft of him, Parker was generally accepting of her.
It was approaching his time to go, so he wrapped things up. ”As for me, I just want Parker in once piece when I get back from my meeting so I can salvage a good night, so thank you again.”
Nate grabbed his coat off of a nearby hanger, opening the door out. ”I’ll be back in two hours, and if you need me, the number’s on a post-it next to the phone.” Contemplating how bad an idea it was to give Megan his cell phone number, Nate left the apartment to go to his meeting.
“Oh, he’s watching. Since he realizes that… my ex isn’t coming back, He has been mopey and unfriendly with most guests.”
Ah. That explained that, then. She decided not to open her mouth and make any comments about it... for now. While her experience in average run of the mill break up's was limited, she knew how bad having a fresh wound hurt. It sucked, a lot. With a lazy sigh, she listened to him explain, while taking a look around. It was mostly as she remembered from her brief stay. Which... reminded her of waking up in his bed with her back clean and bandaged. Honestly, she'd have questioned whether anything had happened while she had been out, but he didn't come off as a peeping tom, or a grope-y gary.
”As for me, I just want Parker in once piece when I get back from my meeting so I can salvage a good night, so thank you again. I’ll be back in two hours, and if you need me, the number’s on a post-it next to the phone.”
With a little nod, she waited for him to escort himself out, before casting her gaze around again. What was she going to do for two hours? With determined pursed lips, she set about wandering around to find something to entertain herself with.
***
One hours and forty five minutes later, Megan was having a blast. She'd eaten a little bit, enjoying what was surely a home cooked meal, then coaxed Parker out of his closet hidey-hole.
As it turned out, the big arachnid was similar to her children, and yet a little different. For instance, he didn't respond to commands. Her spiders did. He liked getting scratches on his head, around his many eyes... her spiders were often terrified that she'd squish them while that close. He also seemed to like to fetch... which was all together odd, and vastly entertaining. Especially when she 'accidentally' threw a slipper she'd found out a window and he'd scurried vertically down the outside wall in order to drag it back.
Yeah, Parker was just that friggen awesome. After a while, though, she had gotten a little bored. Her mind wandered to other things, and with an hour to go still, she'd decided to take a bath. It's not like it was the first time she'd stolen a shower from someone she barely knew. After a good soaking in the tub, she felt much more relaxed. So relaxed, in fact, that she decided not to put her dress back on. She simply helped herself to a bathrobe located conveniently nearby.
She figured, as she'd exited the bathroom, that there was still plenty of time to put herself back together before Nathan got back. Which left her lounging on the couch, casually scratching a giant spiders belly as the creature squirmed on the floor. Her mind wandered away from her, to things she'd only recently begun to dabble in. Like her excursions with Vicente. She had to admit that there was a certain freedom with sharing herself with another, if only in a physical sense. If she'd known about it sooner, she'd probably have started the day she fled home. Unfortunately, she hadn't. She felt like she was making up for lost time, slowly salvaging things from her past. Of course, she was still kind of a sissy when it came to branching out. She hadn't even thought of testing the waters with anyone else save for the assassin... which kind of bothered her.
If she was going to add such an element to her life, something a lot of people didn't even bat an eyelash at these days, she would really have to broaden her own horizons a little.
As her eyes roamed the room she was currently in, a thought struck her. She did know someone who wouldn't be completely terrible to experiment on. Someone she felt at least somewhat safe testing the waters with. A wicked grin captured her lips as she sat up, and set about gathering a few glasses, and a few bottles from Nate's supply. He was supposed to be back soon, which didn't give her much time. She'd just turned to gather her clothing, before pausing and thinking better of it. If she succeeded, she'd just be taking them off again anyway. "To life!" Lifting a small glass as she plopped back down on the couch and crossed her legs, she filled her glass and downed the whole thing.
The meeting felt like it dragged along for two hours. The meeting itself was not that bad, and it was actually nice getting the whole staff together, but Nate was still infected by a persistent bad mood, and in the back of his mind he could still picture Megan alone in his apartment. The nagging realization that he left a mischievous miscreant in his place of living was slowly increasing the stress on Nate’s mind.
There was also a place in his mind that was recalling small changes in her behaviorisms, like tones in her voice, and subtly displaying herself in a more obviously appealing way. She was an attractive woman in a grunge, street-punk way. Occasionally Nate found himself zoning out at the table, picturing Megan greeting him when he returned to the apartment, before he jerked back into reality and scolded himself for unreasonable wandering thoughts. When he got back, he was going to need a drink and a long shower. After Megan left, of course.
The moment the meeting ended, Nate bid farewell to his work friends and took his leave, driving slightly faster than he typically would, determined to get home as soon as possible.
Nate pushed open the door, peeking in carefully, almost worried about what he would find. Several empty bottles scattered around the living room was certainly not a fantastic start. Megan?”
Oh good, he was home! Said woman paused from her task, temporarily ceasing the glug-glugging stream of liquor from her glass. She'd downed nearly an entire bottle already, and wasn't surprised at the lack of reaction. Lately, nothing she'd gulped had really affected her. Some of the poisons Nate had in his stash weren't to her liking, honestly... but to make it look as if she'd had more than her fill, she'd taken to pouring out every other glass. The desired effect was a living room scattered with a few of the smaller bottles.
With a smirk, she wondered if he'd notice her pants laying draped over the back of the couch. "Hello~!" It was oddly easy to fake being tipsy. Just a little wiggle in the step, and a goofy grin slapped on the face, and most people were fooled completely. Given the fact that she had, in fact, been drinking... if rather slowly, she'd also have that pleasant spicy smell on her breath that came with indulging her thirst.
Casually, as if she didn't even care that she was dressed in his bathrobe, she strutted out to greet him. With a half empty glass in hand, even. "...Has two hours passed already?" She sipped at her drink daintily, delighting in the burn and tingle as it slid down her throat, and grinned at the man as she leaned against the wall just outside the kitchen doorway.
Nate walked further into the apartment and Megan entered the room and his field of vision. There was something familiar about the scene that he could not place his finger on.
Oh right. Of course.
It was almost exactly one of the scenes Nate fantasized about while he was at his meeting. Except this was definitely real, and Megan was in his bathroom and her pants were on a nearby chair. It was obvious that he had passed out at the meeting table and was entering a frustration-induced sex dream.
”Yeah, time flies when you’re drinking all of my liquor,” he replied flatly. He was not upset that she drank so much of his alcohol, since drinks were replaceable. If she had really drank this much of his alcohol, how the hell was she going to get home?
Nate walked to where she was, taking off his coat and tossing it away to be picked up later. ”Found ways to enjoy yourself?” He took the glass from her hand, drinking what was left which turned out to be a nice port wine.
He surveyed the room once more and detected the scent of alcohol around Megan like a cloud. ”So is there any chance you’re in any condition to leave?” He asked the question, but he had clear assumptions of her answer.
She grinned and shrugged in reply, innocently rolling her eyes to the side. "Well, I was playing with Parker and he got slobber all over me. I couldn't very well just sit around in it, so I opted to take a shower. This robe is just too comfy." Her grin was replaced slowly with pursed lips, and a rather thoughtful expression. "I guess I could walk home.. "
She trailed off, pushing away from the wall to pass him. "I mean...It's probably still warm out, and I'm sure nothing will happen to me at this hour..." Collecting her stray pants, she turned and glanced around, one eyebrow raising slightly. "...Where'd I put my shirt...?" She could hear Parker skittering around somewhere, and glanced in his direction, knowing full well that she'd purposefully stuffed her shirt under Nate's bed. The thought made her grin again... Made some of that alcohol she'd had was having a little bit of an effect, if only by making her scheming more potent.
Turning her chin, she pinned her eyes back on him. "You look a little tense.. why don't you sit down and have a drink or something? I'm sure there's still plenty I haven't pillaged yet." As if to reinforce her words, she patted the back of the couch and leaned against it, letting herself lean just far enough that she tipped over entirely and landed on the cushions on the other side.
"Oh! Found my shir-... no, wait... it's just a sock."
Megan made it clear that if she took the trip from his apartment back to hers, nothing but bad things could arise. The whole situation seemed too convenient, like it were elaborately set up as a trap for him. If it had not been obvious that Megan partook of most of his liquor, he would have been suspicious of her. ”Point taken. You can stay here, just so I don’t read your name in a tragic newspaper article.”
The woman was having issues finding the complete set of clothing she arrived with, and before he knew it, she was suggesting that he take a load off and enjoy a drink while she meandered around the apartment less than dressed. The “this is a sex dream” theory came back to his mind, picturing a scantily clad Megan serving him drinks.
And then Megan tipped over into the couch. Nate rolled his eyes at her drunken antics, moving over to the couch as she got to her feet. Nate placed an arm around her waist in an attempt to stabilize her, but she apparently drunkenly lost her balance regardless, falling over, her weight going against Nate and tipping them both into the couch.
The two of them were now on the couch sharing the tight space between their two bodies. Nate considered trying to fumble his way out of the chair, but it was relaxing to be off his feet for a moment. ”Well, I’m feeling a little less tense at least.” He looked over to the liquor cabinet at the other side of the room. ”But now I don’t feel like getting up to grab a drink. What a shame.” At this point, Megan could either go serve him a drink or she could remain on the couch with him, and if either happened, he would just have to accept that he was in a sex dream or the twilight zone.
Well... that had certainly worked out better than she'd anticipated...
For a moment, Megan was at a loss for what to do. Somehow she'd imagined that seducing the man would be... well... less personal. Yet, here she was, pressed up against him, and all she could do was stare. There was a heat crawling up that back of her neck, which was usually the first sign of a coming blush.
Balls! There was no time for embaress-- ”Well, I’m feeling a little less tense at least. But now I don’t feel like getting up to grab a drink. What a shame.” --...ment. Okay, now she could feel maybe just a tad bit embarrassed. That was okay though! She could use it in her favor... hopefully. "ah...yeah... lemme just--... um, move your leg, yeah... okay-- get up..."
She disentangled herself from him, managing to keep herself clothed in the process, and peeked at him from the corners of her eyes as she stood. "I'll... go get us something... What'll ya have?"
It was a different side of Megan that Nate was seeing now that they had accidentally fumbled their way into such a close proximity. For someone with all her bravado, Megan seemed shy and flustered when the gap was closed between them. Could it be possible that there was some sweetness and innocence underneath Megan’s tough exterior? Well, probably not sweetness, but innocence was possible to some degree.
Megan managed to find a way out of the sinking cushions of the couch and to her feet, surprisingly offering to grab a drink for Nate. ”A scotch would be fine if there’s any left.”
Watching the woman walk around his living room, Nate decided to test the waters and see how unprepared or receptive she might be to flirting. After all, what was the harm? ”You know, I was annoyed at first, but I think I rather like the way you pull off the ‘stolen bathrobe’ look.”