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.
The icy-eyed woman contemplated that for a moment. It wasn't like she had much else to do while Roach was in hiding. Her business contacts were already taken care of for the next few months, and she didn't have any current silk orders to start. Local crime worthy of any thought had dropped save for the spree of missing people reports popping up.
Ehhh, why not?
"Sure, why not? I did say I wanted to see if, didn't I." With a smile, she set about gathering the rest of her stuff. On went the holster and pistol tucked neatly under the back of her shirt. Knife and sheath were strapped back around her ankle, with her boot tugged on over. Her jacket went on last and she patted her pockets to make sure her steel knuckle was still in there.
"Do you have stuff here, or are we going out an about again?" It was pretty late at night, but she wasn't concerned. There weren't many things she hadn't already run into these days.
Gregory's death hit her harder than she had anticipated.
The spider mutant found herself hopping from one bar to another, filling the emptiness inside her with food and booze, and maybe the occasional bed partner. It wasn't working, really. The fact that alcohol didn't seem to affect her at all anymore didn't help. Half the time bartenders cut her off just to be cautious, while others marveled over how much money she was willing to spend on something that had no use to her.
She'd hopped all over the city by this point. Started a fight at the last bar she'd been in and lost due to carelessness. She nursed a scabby, busted lip as she headed for the next place with an aura of aggression following her like a cloud. There was a place up the street she hadn't been to in a while. It was a hip, popular place with good drinks and a dance floor. Maybe she would find someone to entertain herself with there, one way or another.
The line of people waiting to get in the door was long. Stretching down the sidewalk and nearly around a corner as she approached. Aside from the cut on her lip, she was dressed decently. All black in jeans and leather, hair slicked back in a lazy combover with her shaves sides displayed. She'd actually bothered with makeup for the first time in ages since quite a few bars were more than a little persnickety about how you looked.
She headed past the long line of people waiting toward a much shorter line that had formed of people who felt they were more deserving of going inside. Megan definitely felt that she fit into that category at the moment. She was hot and had a lot money to toss around at the moment.
She stopped behind a few people, waiting as a short blonde argued with the doorman about being let in.
He was in bad shape. Falling to pieces before her very eyes... and yet still trying to stumble around like normal. She watched him for just a moment, evaluating his condition and movements, before she stepped in further and sat down beside him. Just like she had used to. She turned blue eyes to the TV, monitoring him fro the little blue eyes she had grown across her forehead.
"It... THHHKKK... Can't go BcHBack... NNNg...Do... Do you misshk it? SittingHKK... Together... Careless.... I HCGKH... I do...I wonder. What would, hnnnn, it have been like... Ifhg... You'd stayghed."
She nodded slightly, one arm draped across the back of the couch and partially behind him. "I do." She said simply. The duck on the screen shouted something in annoyance. A carrot exploded in his face. Melancholy settled behind her ribs, around her heart that this very same Roach had once stopped with his hands a long time ago in a dream.
"Won't...hk... Be coming backgn... I loved HKGN... I loved you."
She turned her chin to him, blue eyes meeting his own good one. "I loved you too." Her heart clenched, but she forged on.
"So... So Sorry. For... Me."
She pushed herself back to her feet, standing to block his view of the TV. Megan leaned in as music sprang to life in the background as the cartoon went on, curling her hand around the portion of his cheek that wasn't ruined and pressing her lips between his eyes. After a brief kiss, she pulled back slightly to press her forehead against his and a single tear dripped down her cheek onto him.
"Goodbye, Gregory." Puling back, she rounded his side of the couch as she fiddled with the revolver in her hands. It clicked a few times as she readied it. The barrel hovered directly behind his head when she was in position.
After Megan had collected herself and what was left of her bike, she had headed for the school. She'd arrived too late, or course, so it was off to skulk around the people who most often hung around the artist, until she heard where the girl had gone. Whether she was alive or dead she didn't know for a few hours. She heard word about the x-man sooner, but he wouldn't be up for a while.
When she finally stumbled upon information of what had happened to the pink haired woman, it took a bit of sleuthing to tract down the building Roach had used before the police arrived and quarantined the scene.
Parts of the big bug littered the floor. Pieces of arm, antennae, some that looked like mouth parts. The spider mutant gave the painting in the middle of the room a quick once over before moving on. Looked like the unassuming artist had taken matters into her own hands for once, and rather successfully too.
But... where was Roach? There was a distinct lack of the rest of him. He wasn't dead then.
Yet.
She racked her brain for a moment, sending out scouts to patrol the area for any signs if the mutant. After a short, fruitless search she thought back to her meeting with him earlier in the night.
Home.
He'd wanted her to go home with him. For things to go back to how they had been before. If he had gone anywhere, chances were high the injured bug would have gone home to the apartment across the street from where his empire had all started. She left as quietly as she came in, leaving the painting room undisturbed.
--
When she arrived at the old apartment she paused outside the door. It was open... but, he had never really needed to fear anyone being stupid enough to try and trespass anyway. A few steps in and she noticed that it had hardly changed from the last time she had seen it. The same old stains were still on the carpet and ceiling. There was still webs in the corners... though they were dusty cobwebs now. The furniture was still in the same position, though a little more worn. The TV was still across the room against the wall, exactly where it had been when they had used to sit and watch shows together.
Blood streaks and dribbles stained the carpet from the welcome mat outside into the carpeted entryway. It was fresh... he was here. Her fingers curled around the revolver in her hands.
It was the same one Roach had shot her with hours before.
Goosebumps raced across her skin as Ty dragged her fingers over her tattoos. Megan took a moment to marvel in that smooth porcelain skin, before continuing her efforts. Quick gentle kissed transitioned into longer ones. Then trailed from the lips to the jaw... the neck... the collarbone.
All the while she took her time to ensure that Ty would enjoy everything to the fullest. She wasn't a greedy lover. She loved being able to share in the experience, and the more the redhead enjoyed it the happier Megan would be.
"I'll make sure it's a memorable first, at that..."
Once she figured out which way the bedroom has she headed them in that direction, leaving a trail of discarded clothing behind as they went.
[Fade to Black]
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Quite a while later Megan was stepping out of the bathroom, hair pretty much already dried and pulling her tank top back on over her head. Even though the water had been more or less frigid and the faucet had threatened to fall off she didn't mind. It was nice being able to wash the sweat off and get a sense of being refreshed.
Now she just needed a strong coffee... or a nap. Whichever came first.
She headed for her pants, which were still somewhere out in the hall, smiling at Ty as she tugged them on and buttoned them. "How're ya feelin'?" She slicked her hair back from her face and ruffled the scruffy back. She'd need a haircut again soon.
Ty leaned in but Megan pulled back slightly, just enough that the warmth of her breath could be felt on her lips.
Tattooed fingers curled up to entwine in ginger hair. Half-lidded blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corners and she chuckled. "Not much different from a man, if I'm being honest. But I wouldn't worry. I'm experienced enough for the both of us... I'll go slow. Walk you through it."
She closed the distance to place a gentle kiss on her lips, and half focused on shedding some of her layers. Her skin was littered with tattoos and scars. Her knuckles, arms, shoulders, collarbone, neck... there wasn't a part on her that didn't have at least one tattoo. She was excited to see what her companion looked like.
Thankfully, Megan wasn't really the type to wear much when it came to Jewelry. Her various facial and ear piercings were generally the only things on her person at all times, and that was only because they were a pain to take out and put back in. She didn't wear rings because they tended to interfere with how effectively she could punch.
She was definitely a fan of how warm Ty's hand was in her own, though. It was nice when typically that feeling only came from fresh blood seeping through her fingers.
The walk was quick, and as they went she surveyed the area. She needed to know entrances and exits, possible points for ambushes and such... she couldn't be too careful these days. "I can say for sure it's still better than my place. I don't visit it much, so it basically looks like a show home on the market 24 seven."
She waited for the door to close, before her grip on Ty's hand tightened slightly, and she tried to maneuver the woman into a gentle turn back towards her. For all her many faults, Megan had always had a soft spot for romance. She tended to take her encounters seriously and with as much care as possible. It was a side of her not many ever saw.
She leaned in again, expression relaxed and focused, and reached up to tuck away some of that beautiful red hair from Ty's face. "Let me know when you are ready."
The spider mutant turned to hand her the helmet because she was courteous even if she was a bastard most of the time, and paused. The strangest sense of Deja vu filled her. Ty....Ty... Hadn't she met someone named Ty before?
....Yes, yes she had. It had been quite a few years ago, but she had. Hadn't that Ty been a redhead also?
... And hadn't she met him in a bar? And bought him a drink? And then taken him home on her motorcycle?
The more she recalled, the more the expression on her face started to morph into one of wide-eyed confusion.
There was no way this was the same Ty, right? He had definitely been a dude... entirely different shape. She leaned in and squinted while passing the helmet over. "We... haven't met before have we? Possibly a long time ago? On your birthday?"
It wasn't impossible to change physical traits about yourself, Megan would know... even without a mutants help. Maybe she'd stumbled upon that same ginger, only new and improved. Hadn't she given the last one a birthday kiss? Maybe a refresher would solve her internal debate. Her squinting continued for a moment as looked at the other woman. They were the same height so it didn't take much to simply lean in the rest of the way and press her lips to Ty's.
After a moment she pulled back, a small smile on her lips. It wasn't much to go on, but the kiss felt the same to her. From what she could recall Ty had gotten involved with Roach at some point... so maybe drastic actions had been taken in order to cut ties? Se mentally shrugged, mind already made up. Too much was similar to be a mere coincidence.
"Meh, doesn't matter much. Off to your place. Tyanna"
Grinning from ear to ear, she stood an stepped to the side before holding her hand out for Ty to take. With her other hand, she fished out a few bills to cover the drinks and a tip. Then she turned and headed for the door, giving the wild wedding party some room on the way. "How do you wanna do this? we can go on my ride and I can drive you back later... or we can drive separately if you want. Whatever you're comfortable with."
She had a temporary flat not too far away she could go to... it was clean and tidy. Sparsely decorated because she was hardly ever there... but it would do. "Oh... I guess I gotta drop another cliche too... Your place, or mine?"
Once they were outside she stopped by her bike, fishing out her key while she unhooked the helmet from around the handlebars.
The spider mutant quirked a dark eyebrow up, one corner of her mouth quirking up a bit. "Sounds pretty intriguing. Been a lot of artsy stuff popping up around here of late. Personally, I think the city's better off with it." She absently mused about what she did and if it could also be considered a form of art, which she happened to express upon certain targets.
Ehh... no. Sounded too much like something Roach would say.
She shifted in her seat slightly. "Not to seem to forward, but you'll have to show me that art of yours at some point. I happen to be a fan of street art."
A peppier group within the building started cheering as the current song shifted to one they apparently liked better. Megan peered over her shoulder and spotted what looked like a very wasted bridal party all stumbling to their feet to start dancing.
"At the risk of sounding like a killjoy, wanna get outta here?"
The spider mutant chuckled, fiddling with her short glass. She kept her eyes on her companion for the night, however... Icy blue eyes catching the light and appearing to slightly glow. Typically the only visible sign that she wasn't quite human, or that she favored unnatural contacts.
"For you and me both, Ty. This is a much nicer way to kill a few hours." She finished off her second drink and set the cup down with a soft clack.
"So what's with the paint cans?" Maybe she was a serial tagger. Though, it was hard imagining the pretty, soft looking ginger being a part of any of the local gangs. Maybe she was one of those street reforming artists, and she made grandiose outer space paintings with spray paint.
She was unaware that Ty was also a mutant, and that she could get some kinda reading off of her from across the table. Even if it was just whispers of sound. Megan, though she had hidden them well, did have a lot of objects on her person... and a lot of them had seen the worst of the worst... delivered a lot of pain, even if it had been justified (or to least to her) Specifically, a trusty little pistol she always carried that was in a holster and nestled behind her just above her tailbone. A knife was carried in one boot, tucked away but there for her to grab with practiced ease should she need it. One well-used steel knuckle was squirreled away in a pocket of her jacket.
Megan's lips curled into a pleased grin. A woman after her own heart. When the woman offered her name in greeting, Megan was obliged to respond. "Charlotte. A pleasure to meet you." She took her eyes off the redhead for a moment to wave toward the waitress, the turned back.
"So I'm not used to haunts like this. Other than booze and questionable food what does one do in here for fun?"
A moment later a copy of her previous drink was deposited on the table next to her. At least the place had decent bar staff. "You want another drink? I don't mind buyin'. Should warn you though that alcohol doesn't have much of an effect on me anymore, so you'd be the only one gettin' plastered."
She took a big sip of her own drink, hardly phased by how it burned on the way down. SHe hoped the girl knew her own limit if she did want more. The last time she'd tried to hook up with someone and alcohol was involved he'd gotten himself @#$%faced and ended up sleeping on her couch while she babysat him.
She had barely turned after he started rambling when a shot fired and pain blossomed in her left upper arm. The spider mutant hissed and stumbled back slightly.
An exploratory squeeze told her it was mostly likely a wound though a slight bit of muscle and fatty tissue. It didn't feel deep. She'd live. She refocused on the big bug when he started talking again, icy blue eyes narrowed behind longer black bangs that were scattered across her forehead. Her left hand twitched slightly above the knife sheath on her left thigh... but she made no move for it.
""One last chance, Megan... Give this up. Come home with me... We can live like how we used to, in that tiny little apartment. I can try and rule the world... You can cook for me, tell me i'm crazy, but live more recklessly than I could even imagine. One last chance."
He waited mutely, staring her down. She chuckled humorlessly, and when she opened her mouth dark, gleaming fangs sat nestled in front of her teeth. "....No such thing as home with you anymore."
With practiced speed she had her knife out and pinched between her fingers. Hard fought instinct helped her guide the blade toward the claw of his holding the revolver. She wasn't sure if it would connect or not, but she'd use opportunity it presented to go for one of her other weapons if possible... or his if she hit.
She got a bead on the back tire just as he plotted to run her off the road. Her finger jerked on the trigger, discharging a close range spray of buckshot into the metal of the back, just above and behind the tire. She didn't have time to recoup and try again, as the vehicle jerked towards her suddenly.
She dropped her grip on the gun, booth hands latching onto the handle bars of her bike as she jerked the front wheel to the side and tried to prevent herself from fully crashing. The bike fishtailed and wobbled threateningly before ultimately pitching over onto its side. The shriek of metal and plastic on asphalt filled the air, and she let the bike go. A swift roll in combination with her leather safety gear prevented her from losing any flesh to the accident, but... she still had Roach to worry about.
Megan ignored the way her right hip protested, and how something popped painfully in her neck just under her skull. She could worry about that later. Right now she needed to get up and prepare herself. she jerked her helmet off as she struggled to stand, and reached for the pistol at her hip.
... only to find the strap broken, and the gun gone. She must have lost it when skidding.
A few streets ahead of the moving van a sleek black motorcycle screeched around a corner. Her spiders had been scouting for the whereabouts of the giant bug practically all day. She'd caught onto the plan too late to save Saph from the apparent trap, but she'd also gotten a tip that the hero hadn't been his intended target. She was planning on intercepting the roach before he could get to the girl, and she hoped she was prepared to succeed.
Her identity was hidden from most with a dark full helmet and a thick black leather jacket and pants. Roach would know, however. She was sure of it. She'd armed herself with her favorite silver finish .45 pistol and a few extra magazines, her favorite knife strapped to her other thigh, and a newer semiautomatic shotgun secured around one shoulder by a sturdy strap. She wasn't as familiar with the larger weapon, having only used it a few times in practice.... but she was sure as hell going to use it tonight to try and disable Roach's ride. If she could cripple the van, she would be able to give the cops enough time to swing by and collect Shelby from the school, before Roach could regroup.
Ignoring the rest of the drivers who were unlucky enough to be on the road at the same time, Megan cranked up her speed in order to pass the van and U-turn, intent on pulling up alongside the back right wheel.
She reached back while stabilizing her bike with the other hand, and secured her newer gun with the other. Then, she hefted the big gun up, focusing aiming while keeping her bike going straight with no hands.