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, now he certainly had her attention. She sat up a little straighter as he sat forward. If it was serious enough that he'd set his coffee down, it had to be some pretty juicy info, right?
He launched into a simplified story of this 'Dream' and it did indeed sound horrible. Nukes and the end of the world scenario? Hard pass for her. It was interesting to hear that his last wife had become a monster, apparently, as she knew who his ex-wife was and she seemed almost too nice to be real. Like of like Xavier.
Megan absolutely did not miss the little smile on the older man's face, and for the first time in a long while felt her cheeks heat up a little. She didn't get to see that kind of expression on him often. Mostly when he was with Jr., or when his daughter swung by to visit.
The fact that he was smiling like that because of one of her older selves?
... She didn't quite know how to feel about it... but something in her chest felt heavy all of the sudden.
After he had finished, she was deep in thought. Three versions of her that he'd met, and through all of them he'd managed to come to the same conclusion. Despite everything she was going through, everything she had gone through... she'd be fine. Deep down she'd be okay.
Maybe that was enough.
"Despite how overtly dramatic that all sounds, it's... nice... to know that you haven't met a me that lost all of her humanity." She still wasn't quite sure what to think about all of the little clues she was seeing and if her hunch was correct, but part of her enjoyment out of being around Saph was poking at him incessantly whenever she found things that could potentially be made fun of.
A hobby, if you will.
"How many years were dream you and I in love, then? 'A few' is awfully vague for something as important as that." She tapped at her chin with a finger, still thinking, "... it's also nice to hear that there might be some potential for romance for me in the future still if my older self was able to form connections like that with all of this going on. I had just about given up home after-" She trailed off, cleared her throat, and very determinedly tried not to think f beautiful blue eyes and pouty quirked lips.
Nope! Not right now!
Damnit, she was blushing now. Stupid hormones!
"Must have been hard for you coming out of that into a world where it didn't exist, I assume, considering I've never heard of such a thing in any of the papers of media. I imagine there would be a whole slew of articles on it."
"Well, for one, you don't seem inherently comfortable with how this is all going... so don't push yourself? You wouldn't pressure her into anything, so don't pressure yourself either." She paused, looking at him through her lashes, "... if you both do agree to try, then don't look at it like you're putting a puzzle together again. You're both different. Maybe treat it like you've never met before, and work on getting to know each other first?"
She scowled at his comment, knowing what he was talking about. She was adept enough with social media to see how he was portrayed online. It irked her to see it, seeing as she knew the real him and he wasn't anything like the media claimed. She liked a lot about him, in some ways she couldn't quite figure out. It wasn't fair and it sucked. "Uh, yeah, by assholes." She left it at that.
The topic shifted and she closed her book altogether, saving her place with the pencil. It was true, he knew her well. Her older self that is. She had apparently told him some things about her past at some point too, but he wasn't aware of the things she had done at her current age or prior... or at least he never mentioned then if he had.
... She wondered if it was time to tell him that she'd discovered her older selves apartment... or that she had tracked down one of her old contacts to figure out where all of her money came from.
But, before that, a comment caused her to look at him and tilt her head a bit.
"... both of the me's you knew?" That was a first. She'd never heard him reference another her before. Was he talking about the her he knew before they went after the cockroach?
"I am aware of the stark difference between me you are talking to now, and the reports of what my older self was apparently like. After connecting the dots I can only assume sometime after I dropped of high school I went in a direction that knocked me off of the course I had been on, into a different one." She paused again momentarily, thinking, and then added, "Or, my other theory, is that I am different now because when I was last this age I wasn't dealing with the various aspects of my power I had later in life. Warped DNA and all."
She wondered if she should feel even more sorry for him than she already did. He'd lost his wife already, and she hadn't even thought about how he'd also lost the friendship he'd had with older Megan.
Megan was not shy about her love for most things dark and dangerous. She was gleeful about it, even, and loved to embrace her own creepiness whenever possible. That was how one made it normal, right?
Seeing Eoin dive straight into his theatrics, with glowing body lights and oozing blackness, and an explanation for what she had assumed was a tattoo on his forehead, was right up her alley. She leaned in excitedly, blue eyes wide as her dead arachnid came back to life through someone else's influence.
"...Beautiful."
Eion earned a giggle at his 'Spider Jesus' joke, but she hadn't bothered to take her eyes off the spider yet.
"Utterly fascinating. The concept of passing around a zombie infection through a small bite." She hummed and sat back finally, crossing her arms over her chest as she let her thoughts run away with her.
Her gaze went a bit distance when he brought up changing back because if she were honest that was something she struggled with personally as well. She couldn't remember much from the night she had woken up in that bar other than being in the middle of a fight and Lenna appearing from the smoke to pretty much save her ass.
She did often find herself wondering if or when she would have a change of her own, and if she even really wanted it.
"Blame is a complicated thing. You can blame someone for certain parts of something, without blaming them for the whole problem." Megan didn't have a side here. She was as impartial as she could be while standing outside the bubble of his relationship drama and offering her thoughts when it seemed he wanted them.
"I wouldn't blame someone for their reaction to trauma, because that is what I feel like de-aging was to many people. But... I do feel like she should have tried to work through it, rather than hide. Hiding ultimately prolonged the pain, without resolving anything." Megan was aware of what Shelby had known... Saph hadn't kept it a secret that the pink-haired woman had been keeping tabs on what her older self had been up to. When it came down to it, she had chosen flight over the fight in that scenario, but then never came back up from under the rock she had found.
She listed to him and was aware of the pain in his voice that many might not know was there. It hurt, she didn't expect it any too... and he was in a position where it couldn't really show how much it hurt to a lot of people.
"I don't blame you, nobody should. Anyone who does is an asshole." She tapped a sort, black painted nail against a page and sighed. "It's natural to want to go back to what's familiar. In the end, this isn't a situation you can 'win' in any sense. You can just try and hope for the best, whatever the best might be."
He pointed out her lack of interest in her homework, and she full-on sneered at him.
"This is the second time in my life I have studies this particular subject, and since I passed the first time around with flying colors I'm sure I'll be fine now."
"If you could turn off the voices in my head, I would."
She was still growing used to a lot of aspects of her power but by far the troublesome diet and always hearing all of her spider's mindless chatter was the worst. She imagined that her older self had grown used to them enough that she could tune them out during sleep, but... The younger version of herself wasn't there yet. As such, she snuck in naps whenever possible and cranked out at the very least two or three hours of sleep every night. She knew she liked to accentuate them with shades of dark makeup, but her dark under-eye circles were well earned.
All of that aside, the teen finished re-reading a paragraph in her history book and idly flipped to the next without looking up to the older man. A mentor of sorts, a friend, a... feeling in her chest she didn't really have a name for.
Saph.
He settled down with his steaming cup of coffee and she finally looked up at him. "To be fair to her..." Megan started, moving one of her legs a little to get some feeling back into it. She was settled in a chair beside him, with books and papers scattered about on any surfaces she could steal without getting in the way of the job. She was in Pj's that rightly fit the teen body she was in and didn't at all match the outfits she normally wore during the day. "...I don't think any of us were." She stopped chewing on the pencil in her mouth a moment later, choosing to drop it into the crease of her book to keep the pages flat.
"To be fair to you; The only way to find anything out and try to get some semblance of control over your own life again, you had to burst her bubble. She chose to ignore all of the signs, and it really wouldn't have been fair to you or Jr. if you have just let her continue to ignore it."
"Deal." She lifted a hand to inspect her nails. They'd need to be repainted soon. "A therapist is a person who has trained specifically to help people work through a variety of problems. It could be anything from adjusting to a new environment to adjusting to a new power, as many of the kids here see him for."
Her eyes slid over to Xaiver as he gave her the look for her comment, and she stuck her tongue out at him. "What? I am simply showing appreciation for all of the varieties of mutations out there. Unless... you don't think all mutations are neat? I'm sure you must seeing how much you keep blabbering on about mine." She aimed a slightly-too-wide closed-lip smile his way.
Eoin re-captured her attention and she shot a genuine smile his way. "It is! You should see how I create my spiders. It's stomach-churning." Her dark brows lifted slightly and she giggled. One of the jumping spiders reemerged, dropping down onto her shoulder and then hopping onto the counter. She didn't look away from the dark-haired boy while he was talking. "Are you offering?"
The hand that had been tapping away slowly on her chin moved suddenly, slapping down onto the counter where her spider had been with a nice smack. One chattering voice suddenly went silent in her head.
"Well. Looks like I may have fulfilled my side of the deal. One dead thing. I hope eight legs isn't too much of a bother?" She lifted her hand, revealing a squished, but whole, spider. Legs still twitching and all.
She glanced at Xavier through her lashes, preemptively expecting some form of a comment from him. "It was going to die soon, anyway, I don't need a lecture~"
Of course, of all things, Megan immediately started wondering about what possibilities a real flesh and blood zombie might hold. Of course, there was danger- the never-ending urge to find and consume living human beings and all that- but she struggled with that currently anyway, so it was a lot less hard to imagine than one might, well, imagine.
She ended up tapping her fingers on her lips, shifting her attention between Eoin and Xavier. What would a zombie taste like? Unless it was an old rotten body with well-spoiled meat, she couldn't imagine it tasting all that different. Plus, if it was a person already dead and reanimated, she couldn't exactly be charged with anything for eating the... right? Unless it was considered desecrating the dead or something.
... Was cannibalism illegal in New York? She didn't think so. As far as she knew it was only a crime in Idaho.
"I would love to see that someday." She doubted Xavier knew the terrible thoughts fluttering about in her head, but also didn't really care if he did.
"Must have been quite the scare when your power manifested. We do have a roving Therapist that visits occasionally if you ever feel inclined to talk to a professional about it."
She stood, grabbing her plate and taking it to the sink to be washed.
She simply smiled a bit wider, unnaturally blue eyes crinkling at the corners a little. "But if I washed my hair I'd wash all of the webs out too, and then where would they live?"
Xavier prattled on in the overly enthusiastic way he did, and she plopped her chin in a palm and focused on finishing off her meal.
"You don't have to join the team. It's an elective, not a requirement." She set her fork down and pushed her plate slightly to the side, silently calling her spiders back up her arms and eventually into her hair. "Only a few students ever really take the leap into becoming trainees. You can start up some form of education if you like, or, if not, the staff here can simply help you in discovering and making your power your own."
She shrugged at the simplistic way he described her power. She didn't need to go into detail.
Her expression remained somewhat flat right up until he explained his power in the barest sense. Then, a spark of interest.
"...Zombies?"
Megan sat up a little straighter in her seat if only so she could lean onto the counter more. "As is.... what? Raising the dead to walk again, or creating something akin to zombies?"
A small, annoyingly smart cat popped to the forefront of her mind. She could create realistic-looking zombies herself, though they were made from some kind of energy instead of rotting flesh and blood.
Eoin... he... didn't know where he had been sent, did he?
Her expression slipped as a frown tugged on her lips, and the spider mutant openly stared at the boy. Being sent anywhere without knowing what it was all about beforehand was just plain @#$%ing rude.
"Generally speaking, yes. There are other names, not all of them are nice. Some people prefer 'Gifted'." She set her fork down and clasped her hands together on top of the counter. "Anyone who carries an X gene is considered one of us."
She backed out of the conversation a bit, choosing to chew on another chunk of fish instead. Xavier was probably a bit better at consoling someone who sounded like that hadn't gotten the best treatment in life.
She was reeled back in by the diet comment. "You could say that, yes." She wondered how much to say, or if she should just throw out the usual dark joke... but decided against it. "My particular mutation makes it impossible for me to eat cooked, or processed foods. I live off of a Whole Prey model instead." She stabbed another chunk of meat with her fork. "Hence my warning about not eating anything with my name on it."
She allowed Xavier to tackle what the 'team' was, while she ate some more. She knew what he meant but didn't think she could explain well enough without being snarky.
Once the question of what they could do came up, she shrugged. "Some can fly. Some shoot fire out of their mouths, Some are super duper fast. It varies by individual."
Seven small black spiders popped out of her hair. They scurried down the side of her head, onto her shoulders, and then hopped and jumped until they were all on the counter.
"I am a spider mutant, in a variety of ways." With a twirl of a finger the seven jumping spiders started to turn in sync, lifted their back legs and little rainbow-colored butts, and started to dance.
She had no sooner gotten her blender out and turned around when Xavier slapped a whole @#$%ing side of tuna down on the counter before her and... she instantly started drooling. Thankfully she was able to keep it in her mouth this time.
"Xavier you little shit! Stop that!" She reached for the closest non-lethal thing on the counter and threw it at him. An avocado presumably was bounced harmlessly away.
Grumbling, she set about putting all of the stuff she had gotten out away again. The blender with her name on it was pushed to the back of the counter while Xavier hopped to cooking, and she dug a plate out for herself. She... she appreciated the sentiment. It was how the tall boy showed that he cared about the people in his life. She couldn't really hold it against him, even if he continually ignored her half-hearted requests for him to let her make her own food.
"Yes... he does like to show off like that. Is that the first time you've seen someone fly?" Her tone shifted a bit, from indifferent to curious, and she spared a look at Eoin from across the kitchen.
... Goodness, Xavier had even cut it into fork-sized chunks so that she didn't need to use her hands like an animal!
Eoin had his plate deposited before him, and Megan sat herself down at an open chair with her plate of raw tune, still a bit red and with the skin on, and stabbed a square chunk with a fork.
"It is a school, yes. And no, it's not overly strict. There are a few rules, like no running in the halls and don't set things on fire... but considering that this is a school for mutants the faculty are understanding about each individual's unique background and quirks." She hardly batted a lash at his admission as to why he had been sent to the school. It was an unfortunate reality for many kids, both from actually having dangerous powers or from someone in their lives misunderstanding their mutation and labeling them as 'dangerous' without just cause.
The 'meat slushie' comment drew out a giggle from her. "Not currently."
She popped the chunk of raw fish into her mouth and chewed, hidden fangs secreting fluids away from prying eyes to help break down the meat faster.
Megan glanced at the clock on the wall in the kitchen, "I haven't. I probably should."
Xavier was going to cook, which meant she was going to choose a seat as far away from the stove as possible. She headed over to the fridge first, pulling it open to dig for a few of her things in one specially labeled bottom compartment. She came back up with a glass Tupperware of ground pork, and another full of red and brown meaty bits, mixed in with something that might have looked like innards.
Which they were.
She knew that the reason X was asking was that he probably wanted to make up for the last time he had tried to 'cook' for her. There were only so many ways you could prepare raw foods, especially meats, and for her the simpler the better.
She headed over to set her containers on the counter and then moved to dig her blender out. After Gemma had seen how she made her food she'd been gifted a blender of her very own so that her meats could stay out of the one students used for fruit smoothies.
"Careful, he'll make you one of everything he knows how to cook if you say things like that."
She started slipping her lacy gloves off to keep them clean, setting them aside on the counter, and dug out a spare apron.
"Yes, you may. She hummed, tone not shifting at all. She wasn't annoyed in the slightest. Didn't really feel much of anything, really, aside from wanting to poke at Xavier a little here and there.
She listened as the two spoke, filing away information for later and occasionally sneaking a hand out to stabilize herself for that she could take a look around the school and grounds like usual.
Saph was still occupied but kept checking his watch. It would appear that he had figured out already that she had fibbed about the bathroom. At least Junior was there to keep him busy. Across the school, some kid was up to no good trying to sneak notes into a locker, and yet another one was trying to get revenge by stealing a jar of glitter from a craft closet. Oh Scotty, you poor fool.
"The kitchen? Sure. Maybe Xavier can whip something up for you." she snapped back into herself, blinking a few times to get her eyes to focus again, and turned on a tall heel to heal back toward the kitchen.
"Did you actually eat any of that stuff? Her nose wrinkled at the thought. Even when she had been able to eat normal foods she wouldn't have dared to try airline grub. Too risky.
She led both boys straight there, with maybe a bit more speed in her step, and pushed past the door that led into the large kitchen.
"Help yourself if you'd like. Don't touch any of the things with my name on them."
Her smile widened a little, and the sharp tips fangs inside her mouth barely poked out to press into her lips.
"Perhaps it is." Her hair shifted on its own slightly, hinting at possible life hiding within the dark locks. "I suppose we will see, yes?"
Xavier opened the door then and the spider mutant giggled, watching the boys interact through half-lidded eyes. The newcomer dropped a name. Eoin. She brisked past the two of them to head back inside and re-clasped her hands behind her back.
"We absolutely can. You may call me Megan... I know the exact room you have been assigned." The Boys wing, an empty shared room at the end of the hall by the large window overlooking the hedge maze.
"Follow me this way. Xavier, I suppose you can come too." She winked at the tallboy. "No more sprinting inside the school though."
"So.. Eoin. Where are you from?"
She headed off at a lazy pace, not too fast not too slow.
She had seen the car coming down the drive long before its occupant exited. She had also seen a certain Blonde walking around, waiting for someone to show, and she knew it was time to meddle. Saph was there to watch the cameras with Jr. so she slipped out an excuse for needing the bathroom and made her exit.
Flipping through her various 'cams' hidden around the large school, she made her way toward the front, intending on simply beating Xavier to the front door. But... then a different idea came to mind.
"Maybe you should ring the bell again?"
Her voice popped up from behind the newcomer, where she was standing juuust out of reach with her hands clasped loosely behind her back and a placid smile on her lips. This boy seemed... impatient? Yes, impatient. Or perhaps a bit anxious. She straightened up from a slight lean, blue eyes picking apart his appearance bit by bit. He was clean, seemed put together. Not nearly as dirty as some people who showed up. She couldn't quite peg the accent, or at least from what she had heard of it so far.
Unclasping her hands, she smoothed down her black skirts and focused elsewhere other than him.
"I take it you are the newest addition to out little community here?"
A long rope of silk drifted in the wind about three dozen feet away, leading up to an open window on the second floor. Her alternate plan as it were.
Megan liked to think that, if nothing else, she was polite.
Most of the time.
.... When people deserved it.
She watched as Zek went through the motions of... whatever it was he was doing, politely waiting for him to finish. It would probably take hours for them to pry the web ball off of Becky's face, so she wasn't exactly worried about being tattled on right away.
"Ten more?" She could manage that. A mental call went out, beckoning whoever was close by to come. She continued waiting.
"They all use she/her pronouns." She supplied helpfully. They were cut from her own DNA and as far as she was able to tell she was only capable of birthing more female arachnids.
The man explained more about what exactly he was after and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't surprised to hear it was wolves. Maybe dogs in general? How unique.
"Sounds do-able."
And then they were onto his list of many critiques. She once more fell silent, content with listening and enacting some of the advice he imparted on her. The posture thing was confusing and her back didn't naturally want to bend the way he suggested, so she declined that one.
Minutes ticked by as he wrote, stretching into a long wait that she rightly should have gotten bored with, but Megan was hooked. This was like watching some newly discovered species out in its wild habitat, doing what it normally did.
"I don't actually think my voice can get that low, actually. I suppose there will be many roles I simply cannot play due to physical inefficiencies." She wondered how his brain worked. Did jump erratically between thoughts, or stick to one and try to flesh it out in a completely insane manner?
She also found herself staring at a bit of exposed wrist, where just a hint of muscle could be seen poking out, and got lost wondering what fresh, warm meat-
She blinked.
Oops. Almost got lost in the urges again.
By the time he was wrapping up she had one large huntsman spider stationed on her shoulder, was closer and squatting down to peer at his list with him, and nine other spiders had snuck onto his hat with the original hitchhiker.
"I shall endeavor to take all of your advice to heart so that I may become a better actress someday, hopefully."
What time was it? She fished her phone out to check.
