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.
Megan was not a helpless maiden, that was for darn sure. Still, walking around basically unclothed was just asking for trouble from thugs, perverts, or the police. "I'm trying to spare some stupid New Yorkers from getting into more trouble than they bargain for." That was a fitting title for Megan: More Than You Bargained For.
Megan was back in her comfort zone, more or less, seemingly unfazed by the loss of her sheet garb. As she switched back into a t-shirt, he grinned and mumbled, "I'd say it looks better on the floor." That was probably the most acceptable way to compliment Megan: shallowly and sarcastically.
As she walked around his apartment collecting her belongings and remaining clearly unashamed of her bare legs and bottom, Nate could not help himself. "I'm still saying no to the redecorating, but I don't mind what you do to the view of the room."
Nate grabbed his beer and sat comfortably on his bed as Megan carried a large pile of clothing into his bathroom. She was changing just out of his view, and he could not help but wonder how much he should trust Megan's sticky fingers syndrome. "Hey, those are your clothes, right?"
Compliments will get you everywhere... Grinning to herself as she set about dressing, Megan smiled to herself. She'd certainly set out to do what she'd intended, even if it had some downsides. It was, in a way, kind of refreshing. She'd broadened her horizons a little, and hey, it hadn't been with a complete jerkface either!
"Hey, those are your clothes, right?"
Well, not a complete jerkface.
They are now... She mused to herself, glancing at her reflection slyly. "Of course they are! You think I'd want to wear your clothing? Please, so last decade."
With her dress tugged down over her shirt, and his pants currently being buttoned around her hips, she felt decent again. His pants were different than her's, that much was clear, but with a little creative thinking she made that problem disappear. Rolling the legs up snugly until they vanished under her dress, she slipped on her socks and exited the bathroom to find her shoes. Leaving behind her own pants, rumpled in a confusing pile in one corner, and the contents of his pockets laid out on the counter.
Pausing in the bedroom, where he'd seated himself on the bed, the twenty six year old eyed him for a moment. Maybe it was the fact that she'd shared part of herself with him, or the fact that she still felt oddly comfortable around him. But... "Hey... you gonna be okay?" It's not like she was an expert on relationships or anything, but.. he had looked pretty bummed when he'd left for that meeting of his. "Not that i'm gonna hold your hand or anything... but, if you ever wanna get out of this apartment and drink yourself silly, i'll be your D.D."
...That was probably as good a pep-talk as he was getting out of her. After wandering out to snag her shoes, then returning to plop down onto the bed next to him while she slipped them on, she eyed him quizzically while attempting to get wet hair to cooperate with her.
Nate was struggling to do more than look at Megan and blink a few times, trying to see through what had to be a mirage of a Megan that cared about his emotional wellbeing. No matter how hard he tried to get the real Megan back into focus, they were apparently one in the same.
All the sarcasm and mistrust and meaningless sex aside, he could see Megan being a pretty good friend. He would not ask her to run out and make a deposit at the bank for him, but he could count on her to cheer him up, even if it was at his own expense.
He smirked, taking a sip of his beer. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Meg. You honestly helped take my mind off of things." Good, meaningless sex could do that. Still, he could not let her know that she was good, because then half of his best jokes and taunts were meaningless. "If you ever want to prove the first time was just nerves, give me a ring. I'm sure I'll have a stocked fridge for you to ransack by then." Translation: Anytime you like, I would not mind good company, of which I count you as.
After a better look at Megan, there was added bulk under her dress, and as she moved, he could catch rolled up denim sliding down her leg. He rolled his eyes. "So you're just gonna steal my pants anyway, huh?" He had other pairs of pants; if this was part of the game she seemed to be playing, he could accept it.
She glanced at him when he offered return service, and quirked an eyebrow. She'd honestly not put much thought into the whole 'after this is over' thing. She'd just kinda... went for it on a whim. One of her many flaws (or endearing qualities, depending on who you asked). "Noted." She responded, deciding to think that over later, once she had a few things straightened out.
Grinning at him when he noticed who's pants she'd put on, she shrugged and stood from the bed, wiggling until the pants un-rolled themselves. "I'm a sucker for outdated fashion?"
Tapping the toe of one shoe on the floor, checked off a mental list of her belongings, noting that she had only a few things left to grab. "Besides, you might be able to pull off the skinny jeans look. You've got the hair for it already~" Winking, she turned to head out into the living room. Where was that big goof of a spider? She wanted to say goodbye.
It was amusing to have his fashion berated by Miss Grunge-Punk, especially when she was attempting and succeeding to make off with his jeans. He was not going to put forth the effort to stop her, and he would find a clever way to incorporate it into teasing her at a later date.
"Talk like that and you'll shame me into a haircut," he joked. He had no problems with his long hair, and his appearance often screamed "country boy" loud enough those days where he did not have to worry about being lumped in with the emo crowd. Still, that point would be hers, and she deserved it.
Megan turned away into the living room, either to leave or to find some other arbitrary reason to prolong her stay. "You better get a move-on soon or I'll have to charm my way back into my own pants." That was definitely a new sentence.
Megan only had to take a few steps into the living room area for Parker to come skittering out of his room. The spider was in much better spirits now that his owner seemed to be a little cheerier, and the woman who picked him up that one time seemed to be a part of that. Happily, the spider approached the woman from behind and pawed(?) at the back of her stolen jeans, clicking for her attention..
And there he was! "Aren't you a cute little monster? Who's a cute wittle beasty, huh? who's a cute 'ittle bittle beasty?" Hunching over so she could drown the giant spider in affection like it was your average, everyday pooch, Megan allowed herself a momentary lapse into ridiculousness. Who could resist all of those adorable beady eyes!?
Scratching the arachnid affectionately, she cooed at it. " Ahh, Parker, it was sure fun hanging around with ya. Wish my kids were more like you, and less... well... stupid." How many times had she had to fish them out of their own webs? (or the toilet for that matter) "But, gotta get home now that your pappy's back. See ya later, Cutie." With one last scratch, she righted herself and collected her last few belongings, heading for the door directly after.
"Later, Nate! Can't say it wasn't fun! Thank's for the cab fare!"
The door slammed softly, and she trotted off down the hallway, grinning to herself as she withdrew the cash she'd pilfered from his wallet to count it.
"...Who carries two hundred bucks on their person?" Man, some people were just begging to get robbed. Passing the elevator, she jabbed the button, then turned and headed directly for the stairs. With this much cash, maybe she'd be able to hit up a bar on the way home... and pick up someone who didn't talk so damn much.