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.
Emergency room staff found themselves confused after 24 cases of severe alcohol poisoning walked in the door around the same time.
Every single man and woman still conscious slurred the same story about a blonde girl and a tattoed woman drinking everyone at the bar under the table and walking away with pockets full of cash. The owner of the bar in question was among them and only stopped crying long enough to bemoan the fact that he had bet the deed to the bar that he could out drink the blonde one.
Everyone survived, and an abnormal amount of people signed up for the hospital's financial aid services the next day.
A business owner phoned in to request someone sent out when a small child threw a grown woman through the front window of his shop, proceeded to throw her around the place while the woman screamed for everyone to run and that she had lost control of the child.
Shoppers and the owner fled when the girl turned on them threateningly. When police arrived the suspect and victim were nowhere to be found.
Twenty minutes later a woman five blocks away called 911 to frantically report that a small blonde child had approached her asking for help, until a woman in a ninja mask ran up and punched her through the stomach while making exaggerated kung fu noises, before lifting the girl into the air on her arm and running off again.
Police responded to the scene, took a statement and the woman was taken to a local hospital to be treated for a nervous breakdown.
Megan grinned lazily. "Me and 'romantic' never really got along."
36 huh? A few years older than Megan. Would she even make it to 36? @$%&, she didn't know. Th spider mutant neglected to share her own age, instead focusing on the spiders as they fought a valiant battle with L's finger.
Her attention shifted to the waiter who came but, expression morphing into a sneer as the man's eyes slid past her. Could they main stupid people? Without a word, the pile of spiders on the table turned to her in the same movement. She stared them down for a moment before nodding her chin in the direction of the waiter. They then promptly scrambled under the table and out of sight.
Megan leaned back in her seat with her arms crossed, eyes fixed on L as her drink was set down. When the man turned to leave, the horde of spiders were fixed securely to the back of his clothes, blue eyes twinkling in the dim light as he hurried away.
"Attack." She didn't need to utter the word out loud but did it for Miss Muffet's sake. No more than a few seconds later there was a shriek, the sounds of glass shattering, and wild cursing. "-IN MY PANTS! AIIEE! GET THEM OUT GT THM OU-" Teh screaming faded, presumably as the waiter fled the restaurant.
Megan, who was all smiles, chuckled. "They follow commands well enough."
The spider mutant chuckled at the sarcasm. She was feeling relaxed... chill. It was nice after months of having to watch her back constantly. She was a little surprised momentarily when Ty grabbed her hand. She... wasn't used to contact after the fact. Generally, she just got up and dressed, either leaving or letting the other person see themselves out. She eyed the hand holding hers for a moment, before deciding she was thinking too much into it.
One short walk later, she was standing beside the redhead looking up at a wall. It was colorfully decorated. She could tell a lot of work had gone into it, even if she couldn't envision how long it had taken. Most taggers tended to get good at dropping great pieces on the fly.
"It's pretty fantastic, I'll give you that. How long did it take?" She turned her gaze from the wall to her companion, forgetting that she was still holding the woman's hand. "You do all of this by yourself, out here alone?"
She was reminded of when she had first come to the city. Running around getting into trouble willy-nilly, but really giving a damn about consequences so long as she got to do what she wanted. At some point, that kind of life had become more dangerous it seemed. It felt like a dream, so long ago...
"Incubate them in my skin, and they pop out of festering wounds when they are ready." People tended to give her the yuck face when she explained how her power worked, so she tended to stop explaining after a while. It didn't help that she was generally always willing to explain the grosser bits of her power in exciting detail.
When the blond, who she was going to permanently dub 'Miss Muffet' if 'Miss spider' was to be her name, asked her about her lack of asking about her, she chuckled and finally wiped her nose with the back of her gloved hand. The spiders on the table had gathered together and after a short powwow, they headed in a group toward the edge of the table in front of Muffet. Together, side by side, the clambered on top of each other and splayed arms out in all directions. A fuzzy black, slowly wobbling triangle of limbs and little blue eyes.
"I was curious when I heard you ripping into that bouncer at the door... but I've met weirder things in my life, so it's not like a short blonde with a thirst for violence is something to shake a stick at. How old are you anyway? My spiders couldn't make out the date on your card very well."
Megan watched, waited... she still loved seeing people's first reactions to her babies. it varied greatly what she would get.
This time around it appeared that the blond was interested in the arachnids, instead of terrified of them. The spider mutant remained quiet while one spider was poked at. The little creature skittered back, front legs flying in the air threateningly as it tried to make itself look bigger.
A lazy smile curled her lips at the questions. "Constructs. They are made from my flesh and blood. I control them."
"Nope, they are very certainly real. What a interesting mutation! You know, I really wouldn't have guessed, but I suppose it's obvious. You'd have to have a death wish to walk into random bars and pick fights with strangers without something to back it up..."
Her eyes shifted away slightly, before returning. Funny choice of words, that. "They're mostly useless in a fight. I use other means when out hunting for trouble."
The woman questioned her about her nose. Megan hadn't bothered to wipe the blood away, which was still dribbling from her nose. A few drops had reached her shirt. "Your form off." She curled her bare, tattooed fist and brought it up toward the girls face. "You popped a few blood vessels, but you didn't bust it. If you had hit it correctly, you could have broken my nose. That would have left me distracted enough for your throat punch to work."
She threw a slow punch out at the air in front of her. "Next time don't aim from below. Aim straight on if you go for the nose. You're more likely to do damage and less likely to hurt yourself."
She pointed out a few other spots too. The Vagus Nerve, and the sensitive spot behind the ear that made for easy punches. The good old fashion chin.
That was a move even Megan used only once in a blue moon. The Spider mutant glanced down, but saw how the Blond tensed the rest of her body. She tucked her chin slightly and relaxed the muscles in her neck. The second punch hit, while it wasn't the hardest hit she had ever felt, she still felt it. Her nose popped painfully as cartilage ground against bone, and her head did indeed bob back a little. But, she recovered quickly turned so that the third punch hit the meaty side of her neck.
"Would you look at that. Little Miss Muffet packs a bit of a punch."
Megan slid in a little closer to the woman and threw an arm around her small shoulders. "Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey." Her nose was bleeding a bit. Dribbling down her lip and onto her teeth as she recited the poem. Her eyes seemed to glow eerily in the dim lighting.
"Along came a spider, who sat down beside her..." A handful of silver dollar sized, fuzzy black spiders crept out slowly from around the edges of the table and bench seat. "... and frightened Miss Muffet away."
"So what was that last part about becoming fast friends?"
Megan watched the small blond as a disinterested look slipped onto her face, while fiddling with the chip she had stolen but didn't intend to eat. "So, let me get this straight... You want to let bygones be bygones, but first I have to punch you in the face. I also have to take your word that you wont just let the security in this place assume I started a fight, and get me kicked out. Then you get to punch me, three times, and after that we suddenly become buddy buddy, share food and drink, and everything is grand. I get that right?"
It was funny, really... but also quickly growing boring. The chick was a bit more interesting when she was yelling at the top of her lungs versus trying to logic her way around everything.
"Hate to burst your bubble, pipsqueak. But I don't really do friends. Why would I have sat myself down at your table and dug into your disgusting chips if I wanted that?" The spider mutant dropped the nacho between her fingers straight onto the table and sat back, icy stare pinned on the blond Lolita.
After a moment she lifted one hand and started to peel one of her tactical gloves off. "I suppose I could humor you though. I haven't got anything better to do tonight." Off came the slim, shiny knuckles she'd had tucked away under the glove. She tucked both the glove and the weapon into her coat and interlocked her fingers to stretch them.
"Don't blame me when you get blood on your frock, though." She shifted in her seat, adjusting so that she had more room for her arms and so she was closer to the blonde. Then, after a shot pause for dramatics, she reached out and flicked the girl on the tip of her nose with her pointer finger.
A lucrative under-the-table silk business, a decent amount of money to do whatever she wanted with, and... that was it. Sure, there were still bad guys out there to beat up, but she couldn't do that forever. The only partner she ever had was soon to be married and with a kid on the way.
She could continue tracking down ne'er-do-wells until one of them inevitably got the upper hand and killed her, or the police finally figured out who she was and she went to prison for the rest of her life. (She really had to thank that face changing mutant for giving her a hand up on avoiding that)
... Neither really seemed all that interesting or spectacular, if she were being honest.
She could continue just...living. Going out at night to see what kind of interesting things she could drum up, but even the charm from that only lasted so long.
In short, she had no goals. Nothing she wanted to achieve. Not a single thing to look forward to or dream of.
She opened her eyes again. The sky was dark, all the color gone.
Every day that passed had her feeling like she was searching for reasons to keep on going on.
And then, on top of everything, there was her out of control power.
As time went on she was starting to feel like she was losing her own mind, much like Roach had lost his. Particularly, the urge to taste living things had popped up as a particularly troubling side effect. That in combination with a stint of sleepwalking a few years back had left her wondering if she had or hadn't jumped in on the cannibalistic tendencies of both her previous roommates.
Almost like clockwork the thoughts would creep up. Didn't matter if she was eating dinner, petting a cat, or kissing someone. The slight urge to just take a little nibble was always there. She had often wondered back when it started happening if it had been related to the sudden nutritional need for her to eat her food raw. Or at least the meat, that is. Meat that was too cooked had started to affect her the same way processed foods did. She'd get sick if she ate too much of it.
She often wondered what the next stage would be, if one popped up. Would she lose her mind completely?
Megan wasn’t able to have children. Something about her body prevented her from being able to incubate an infant to full term. As such, any and all attempts ended in tragedy. She had tried many times after the first failure, with random men in spur of the moment fashion. Each time, Failure. She gave up on the idea of ever having a family from her own blood.
She eventually gave up on the idea of ever having a family period when she decided to take Roach down. Too many people knew her face now. Any child she tried to raise would certainly be put in danger.
Never mind the fact that she was missing a good deal of her identity, so how would she even raise a child? And with who?
All of her relationships were dead ends. Maybe she was bad at choosing partners. It was funny, really… a hopeless romantic trapped in the body of someone who actively pushed people away any way she could.
The spider mutant scooted a little closer to the edge, propping her bare feet against the side and gripping the ledge with her hands as she looked down. The updraft blew stringy, sweaty strands of black hair away from her face.
She hadn’t thought about religion in a long time. Not since she had had conversations of death dogs and spider web stars many years ago.
Where would Roach go? He was evil, yes… but also bat@#$% insane. Wasn’t there something about an insanity clause and your entry to heaven?
She chuckled dryly. With her luck she’d die and end up in hell, while the big bug was up above plucking away at a harp and eating his own halo.
Her eyes slipped closed. The city replaced with calm, empty darkness. She could still hears the sounds from below. Humans in all their glory laughing and crying, screaming in anger while flipping the bird, and pressing down on car horns like it would make traffic go any faster.
… What if she just tipped forward a little… Just slipped off the edge and fell? Would that be so bad?
She had come so far as a person, but it was never enough. From a selfish, indulged brat who’d skipped town to avoid the married life… one who loved expensive things, makeup, and getting her way, to… this.
She had some morals. She would never intentionally hurt a child, and she more or less left innocent people alone. She tried to be a good person… even if she fell off the wagon from time to time. She tried to be that girl from the dream, who helped people and tried to stop the bad guy, and fell in love….
But that girl had died. She’d been too soft in the end. She had failed.
Megan had not.
Maybe she had given up the ability to become that woman when she put the bullet in Roaches brain and ended him for good. She hadn’t hesitated…. Even though it had hurt.
She gently touched the still healing wound on her left shoulder. It would certainly scar, and always act as a reminder for her. Of what… well, she hadn’t figured that out yet.
Maybe guilt. Because maybe if she had stayed with Roach all those years ago, before he’d completely lost his mind, maybe… maybe he would have come back to her. Maybe she would have been able to calm him down.
The day had been hot, a real scorcher… but as evening descended on the city temperaturs started to drop. Especially up on the 86th floor of the Empire state building. It was almost chilly.
Or, maybe she was feeling that due to the sheen of sweat covering pretty much every square inch of her.
Megan had started climbing earlier in the day, and four hours later she’d finally made up high enough to reach one of the more famous observation decks. Her arms and legs were still burning, fingers bleeding in some areas from scraping against the side of the building so often. Even with the help of her mutation, she wasn’t entirely sure how she had made it up so high at all. She’d kinda figured her body would give out half way and leave her plummeting to a quick, violent end.
Instead, now she was here. Perched high above the city, exhausted and sweat soaked. The sun was just starting to set on the horizon, half buried behind other buildings. The sky was painted in a dozen shades of orange, red, and yellow on one side, and the deep blue and purple hues of night on the other.
She probably should have been ecstatic at the climb. Any other daredevil would be soaking it in, documenting it, taking selfies for all of their viewtube followers. It was a task not many had ever attempted, and probably very illegal.
Why didn’t she feel anything then? Behind the physical pain and fatigue there was… nothing. She watched the distant city life go on without her below, the various lights from cars blurring into pretty ribbons of color.
Was there even anyone down there who realized she was gone?
Her interactions with people nowadays were short and to the point. She needed something, she got it, she moved on. Most of the people she knew were gone… dead or disappeared. Half of them didn’t like her anyway. One man in particular who always floated around in her subconscious toed the line between needing her sometimes and not wanting anything to do with her the rest.
And there were others who she kept away from for their own good.
Lifting a hand, she stared at the blisters that bled and scuffed skin. She could feel it still, but she’d learned not to mind the pain. When had she become such a trope? A living cliche who went around beating herself up just to feel things again?
Roach was dead. There was no coming back for him this time around. She would never hear that jovial British accent again. Never hear the growl in his words when he was angry. Never witness him do something completely off the wall and nonsensical. As much as she hated to admit it, killing him had torn her heart out. His last words would stick with her forever, branded across her skin like ink.
"I didn't know they let drunken trailer trash this deeply into the city, but here we are..."
Her eyes closed slightly with laughter as she reached for a second chip, slowly... meticulously. The girl certainly had a mouth her. Must be a New York Native. "You'd be surprised." She interrupted, talking over the girl as she continued on. She chewed the second chip slowly while staring at the blond unblinkingly.
"Who the @#$^ are you and why are you bothering me? Also, stop eating my #@$^ing Nachos, @#$re Face."
"Just drunken trailer trash." She replied back, stealing the third nacho. This one had a hunk of delicious looking meat and cheese on it.
"Nah... I rather like this particular plate of nachos. It's calling to me. Besides, I'm sure you wouldn't want to ruin that pretty dress for yours. Or those gloves." She reached for a fourth but didn't intend on eating that one. She wasn't able to ingest much junk food without getting sick, so she'd limit herself to what she'd already stolen.
"Unless you wanna try and make me stop, pipsqueak."
Well... @#$%, that was something she could add onto her list of 'aint' never seen that before'.
The little blonde hollering and screaming up a storm, threatening men twice her size over her ID. What was she, 10 years old? Jesus, they started clubbing younger and younger these days.
To her growing surprise, the three men eventually let the little past. The spider woman blinked as the line started moving, giving one of the men a questioning raised an eyebrow as she passed. They let her in with no problems. Hardly even a glance.
She scouted the area inside for a little blond head with a frilly red bonnet. Maybe she had found that fun something she had been looking for.
Megan followed along behind casually, watching as the young lady found her booth and sat. A server appeared a second later wth a large platter of nachos in hand, set them down quickly and vanished again as soon as he was done. Megan waited for a split second before inviting herself on over.
Before dainty gloved hands could even get ahold of a single nacho Megan had slid herself onto the cushioned bench seat and plucked a chip from the top of the pile. She made sure to make and maintain eye contact while popping it into her mouth.
"I wasn't aware they let seven-year-olds in here." She commented, chewing idly.