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.
An eyebrow arched up and her hand dropped from her chin. Apparently she wasn't the only one still stuck in the past.
When he started to come around, she cocked a smirk in his direction and propped her chin back up with her hand, elbow resting on one knee.
"Felt like it." She responded lazily back, watching with amusement as he struggled against the drugs in his system. It was funny mostly because things like that didn't affect her at all anymore.
... though, that was also a double edged sword. "Also, Roach. There's that."
She glanced around the room momentarily, from the window she'd come in through to the monitor still hooked up to him. "I'm the last person who needs to tell you how badly he needs to be taken out."
She gripped her fingers together loosely, fiddling with the fabric of her gloves. "I was hoping to find you in a better mindset than this. I doubt all of this is going to stick while you're hopped up on drugs."
She frowned, but continued. "I've been watching Roach for a while now... for at least two years. He's succumbing to some kind of animalistic base. More violent, less calculating. His obsession with your current fling is proof enough of that."
She let that sit for a bit. He most likely already knew of what she said, or at least had a hunch. "He's been purchasing artwork from her for the last few months. Under different guises and from different accounts... but it's all going to him." She let that bit of information sink in for a moment.
"He's aware that I'm watching him as well, so i'm not currently in a secure enough position to try and take him down a few pegs. He's got a lot of connections scattered around throughout the city, and outside the state."
He was funny looking in his sleep. It was a side of him she wasn't used to seeing, and honestly she didn't care for it much. When the hell was he gonna wake up? Did she need to throw something at him?
With a trade mark scowl present on her lips, Megan sat perched on the end of his hospital bed, with a metal bar digging painfully into her rear. She glanced over at the entrance to the room, where her children were happily gluing the door shut. Who needed locks when you had natures equivalent of duct tape? With a snort she turned her eyes back to Saph, while boredly resting her chin against the back of one hand.
Why was she here even? Especially at this hour of the night?
Well, the answer to that question had everything to do with who it had been who shot the hero and his little girlfriend. Roach.
"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty." She'd grown tired of waiting. She nudged him with one boot.
There was another, very minuscule reason she was here.... Aside from her homicidal Ex-roomate having gone off the deep end, there was a small part of her that wanted to make sure he was okay.
Like Saph himself, that dream from years ago lingered with her. Sometimes she'd have flashbacks to when she'd died. How it had felt to have Roach tear into her chest and stop her beating heart.
She shivered slightly, watching Saph with narrow, calculating blue eyes.
The cabby wasn't having it. Either he didn't believe her, or he was really, really stupid. Either way, she took matters into her own hands by grabbing a fistful of the mans collar and shaking him roughly a few times before he shut himself up. Icy, unnatural blue eyes pinned on him, she shifted the cab into gear herself and practically spat her net words at him with all the venom she could muster. "DRIVE!"
Finally, realizing that the woman manhandling him was just crazy enough to back up her words, the poor cabby latched onto the steering wheel and jerked the cab out onto the road.
She spared a glance back at the boy, reaching a hand to her lips to start pulling out long strands of silk in order to fashion a temporary pad. "Hey, listen to me... press this to the wound on your stomach. Push tightly. It will stop the bleeding for now."
Traffic, thankfully, wasn't at it's prime right then. The street was clear enough that they barely had to stop at more than a few red lights before they screeched to a stop in the grand shadow of the Sanctuary front doors. Megan, having checked on the kid in the back a few times along the ride, both with words and casual prodding to keep him awake, threw open her door and headed to grab Danny from the back. Securing a grip on him was harder this time, what with the camped cab space... but nevertheless she managed to get one of his arms around her shoulders and hooked one of her arms around his waist.
The last thing she did before the cabby hastily took off was fish a wad of miscellaneous cash from her back pocket and toss it in the drivers face.
"Hold on just a little bit longer, kid. You'll be in good hands in a few minutes... okay?" Hauling him as gently as she could manage up the stairs, she put her full weight into throwing open one of the doors.
"This kid needs medical attention ASAP, and I suggest y'all hop too it before he explodes and takes out the entry way."
What happened next was a flurry of activity. People rushing every which way, someone took the boy from her grip and headed for the infirmary. Megan followed at a lazy pace, picking bits of drying blood from her jacket while she took a look around.
Was it just her or had this place not changed at all since she'd been gone?
Danny was quickly deposited on a bed with crisp white linens. A woman worked at getting the clothing away from his obvious wounds with a pair of scissors, while a man with glowing purple hands stepped up to his side and pressed his palms over the boy's abdomen. Warmth would most likely be felt, but the sensation tended to vary on depending on the individual, so the healer couldn't be sure. Megan came in as the woman was peeling ripped jeans away from the gunshot on the boys knee.
She hummed in response, tapping her fingers on her leg in a bored manner while she listened to him speak. Chances were with her luck he'd explode while she was dragging him out of the alley... but she'd survived worse than burns and contusions. Chances were Roach already had eyes on her anyway.
"Right then, let's get you outta here. Quick, determined steps brought her over to him, where she knelt and reached for one of his arms. Her intention was to wrap it around her neck and fireman-carry him from the alley out to the street. From there she'd find a ride and haul ass to the Sanctuary.
"So, this is most likely gonna hurt. Just keep talking and don't close your eyes, kid. If you can stay awake you should be golden until I can patch you up." Lifting him onto her shoulders with a grunt and a jerk, she hooked an arm around one of his legs and let his weight settle, before heading quickly for the entrance of the alleyway.
Outside the street was busy. People rushing to and fro, barely paying attention to anything save for their phones, or chatting with others. Megan barely cast a glance at those who passed as she stepped out to the curb and threw an arm in the air, before hollering for a Taxi.
Yellow cabs dotted the roads, mainly circling busy streets or parked on the side of the road for lunches. One eager driver saw her hail and pulled over, casting a suspicious glance at the two as she pulled the back door open and tried to ease the boy in. Once he was more or less settled she hopped in herself, choosing to sit in the front-seat.
It was then that the cabby noticed the blood adorning her clothes, and with closer inspection the blood also leaking out of Danny. His anger was sudden, which morphed into confusion and apprehension. As he started to protest Megan held up a one finger, using her other hand to tap an address into his gps. "You know what the Sanctuary is?" He nodded. She cut him off before he could resume complaining.
"Good. Then you know how well they react to humans mistreating mutants. Guess what? I'm a mutant, so I suggest you start driving before this becomes a problem."
The boy's voice dragged her attention away. She dropped the arm she was clutching and the man attached to it, dragged her sleeve across her mouth and turned her back on the soon-to-be-dead.
Cocking an eyebrow, Megan settled her hands on her hips and blinked. "So... you're either a mutant, or packing some kinda bomb vest then?" The latter was more likely. Your average run of the mill New Yorker couldn't afford explosives. She hazarded a glance behind her at the now writhing man. He didn't appear to be gang connected, nor mob. Then again, she'd been out of he city for a while. Maybe things had changed?
"Well, there's two ways this can end then, if you're gonna go and blow up on me. I can either leave you here to do just that, or bleed out... which is far more likely. OR I can haul your ass to a friend of mine and have him fix you up good as new. Shouldn't be too far from here, actually."
Pausing to check her wrist watch tucked under her glove, she pursed her lips and hummed. "Might need to confiscate a car to get there though. Carrying you is out of the question." There was a choking cough from behind her, and then the man fell silent. The wound on hi wrist was already festering as her venom worked it's magic. Not that he could feel it. He was quite dead.
"So how much time exactly do you feel you have before you blow?" She tossed in a few air quotes, but refrained from rolling her eyes.
Her grin faltered slightly. Fix her makeup? What a chauvinistic Ass. Whatever... he was advancing toward her, weapon still pointed stupidly at her chest. She stopped, waiting patiently until he was a good distance within her radius. Then she rolled a shoulder in a lazy shrug, inhaled through her nose, and hawked a large glob of.. something... directly at his face.
It splattered with precise precision across the bridge of his nose and obscured both eyes. She didn't wait for him to react; With two quick strides forward she stepped within his bubble and punched him square in the throat. If his larynx survived, she didn't know. He did however let out a strangled cough, and fell back on his ass. The gun clattered uselessly away to the side. She noted it's placement for later, while she straddled the guys legs and lifted him via the front of his shirt.
"Idiot. If you are going to point a weapon at someone you damned well better shoot them with it. He gripped her by the arm, still unable to speak. "If your head hadn't been so far up your own ass, you would have gotten what you wanted and probably been on your merry way..."
Peeling one his his hands away, she tugged the appendage toward her face and turned it wrist side up. Her lip curled slightly, mind fixed on the hope that he at least had bathed recently... and then she bent her head and sank her fangs into his skin.
She quirked an eyebrow at the thug, her gaze drifting lazily from the weapon he had pointed at her to his face. His expression was tense... but given how he had just called her a little girl, she was going to assume it wasn't because he felt threatened by her. He probably hadn't expected the kid to survive multiple shot wounds, and likely wasn't too thrilled about having to chase him for however far the boy had managed. Given his injuries, she was going to hazard a guess that it hadn't been too far.
"Well that's too bad, isn't it? I don't really feel like giving him up."
She had to admit, as irritating as it was stepping right back into the underbelly of New York after having such a peaceful vacation, the surge of adrenaline was intoxicating. And considering that she couldn't get drunk the normal way, it was a welcome feeling.
For the first time she flashed her teeth at the man, a feral grin that stretched her cheeks and wrinkled the corners of her eyes. Her natural pearly whites glistened, but that wasn't all. Along with then the sharp, dangerous looking points of a pair of fangs could be seen peeking out curiously from the corners of her mouth.
Megan eyed the angle of his weapon quickly, noting that he wasn't pointing it at her head... yet, but rather the dead center of her chest. Were it possible, her grin would have widened. Instead, she started to advance forward one confident step at a time.
Her lips quirked in a short sneer, and she glanced at the kid from the corners of her eyes as they shuffled into the alleyway. He didn't care if they guy died, and that was fine by her. She didn't really feel like putting extra effort into keeping him alive anyway. Her attitude tended to shift in that direction when guns were involved.
"Please, I don't need to be a mutant to take care of one jackass with a gun."
It did help, though. Gently, she turned them so she was shielding him with her body and moved to lean him against the cement wall to their right. "You just stay right here and try not to get shot anymore... kay?"
With that she pulled away, uncaring if he managed to remain on his feet or if he slumped to the ground without her support. Taking a few steps away she squared her shoulders, set her feet and cracked her knuckles.
".. Hadn't really expected to jump back into things so soon, but whatever. Roll with the punches and whatnot." Her joints popped under her gloves. She flexed her fingers, straining against the metal wrapped around around her knuckles. She could still feel the comforting stiffness of the knife tucked into her boot, as well as the cold metal chill of the Stun Gun tucked into the bac of her pants. They hadn't been used in months... but old habits died hard, and right now she was appreciative of that.
Heavy footsteps echoed into the alley as the man quickly joined them, but Megan had effectively positioned herself between him and his prey. She took note of his gun, shifted her weight, and grinned at him cockily.
"...'Ello." The greeting came out muffled, like something thick and cottony was occupying the space inside. The hair on the back of her stood up in anticipation.
She hummed in response, her gaze lifting to lock onto his own, before moving to follow where he suddenly directed his attention. "So you have." There was another hurrying toward them. A man who was either too angry or too stupid to properly conceal his own weapon. She hummed again, and adjusted her grip on the boy.
"Guess it's your lucky day, kid. I'm in a particularly good mood so I'm gonna give you a hand," Turning, she adjusted pulled the arm she had a grip on up and around her shoulders while snaking her free arm around his waist. Using the shoulder not supporting his weight, she started hurriedly shoving her way through the crowd, toward a dark alley across the street.
"So, I don't really care how you went and got yourself shot, but I do need to know one thing," Icy blue eyes shifted to him, "Do you want that guy dead, or alive?"
A sudden impact stopped her, and with her mind wandering as it had been she wasn't able to full prepare herself for the force of the blow. It sent her stumbling and would have knocker her off her feet had she not bumped into someone behind her as well.
The curse words already on her tongue froze there the moment her eyes locked onto her attacker. Icy blue eyes widened marginally, before trailing down to the hand gripping her shoulder. When he yanked the appendage away, they remained locked there on the bloody hand print he'd left behind. Gross.
"... This city throws the best welcome home parties." She mused out loud, though there wasn't a hint of humor in her voice. She reached out with one arm to catch him, muscles groaning in complaint from their sudden use after so long of neglecting them. "... Some reason you're running around like a bloody fool in the middle of the afternoon?"
Megan eyed his bloodied parts questioningly, one eyebrow quirked as she pursed her lips in an annoyed fashion. Her questions probably seemed strange to an outside... someone not occupying the space in her head, but to her it seemed like a perfectly justified inquiry. He hadn't run into her while screaming about needing help after all, so it didn't exactly seem like he wanted any. And while others were content to walk past and pretend they didn't see him, she was rather curious why the boy was wandering around with rather painful looking bullet wounds.
The bus rocked slightly as she stepped off. The rubber soles of her worn sneakers groaned and she adjusted the strap of her bag across her shoulder.
New York... How long had she been away?
Other departing passengers of the shuttle bus whisked past her. She'd been in Oregon for the past several months, where rolling farmland had greeted her. Even though she'd lived in the city for a few years prior, the sight of the towering buildings was still just as imposing as it had been her very first time.
Sucking in a breath through her nose, she sighed and started onward. She wasn't sure what she was going to do next... honestly, she hadn't really planned her impromptu trip back home anymore than she'd planned her sudden return. She was tempted to march straight to her old apartment and announce to Roach, and Sylar if he was still creeping around, that she was in fact still alive.
But... well... part of her didn't really want to. Yet, at least. For the last few months she'd been surrounded by people she'd sent a good portion of her live avoiding. They'd welcomed her with open arms, some stern words, and for a blissful while she'd felt normal.
She didn't know if she was ready to let go of that just yet.
She was an Aunty now.... Her sister had two children, and apparently a wonderful husband. Her baby brother was an adult in his own right and doing quite well for himself, and her parents were pretty much exactly the same as she remembered then, save the addition of a few new wrinkles. She'd fit back in with them so seamlessly it had nearly felt like she'd never run away in the first place... and yet, here she was.
Part of her knew she couldn't stay with them forever... she had her own life, and plenty of demons she was still running from. It had been risky even booking the flight back home, but she'd been cautious to the point of paranoia... so she wasn't too worried.
Megan, head in the clouds, blended with with a small crowd heading into the heart of the city. Her pace lazy, with a small curl at the corners of her mouth as she thought back and took in the sights of the city again.
"Whatever's in there, consider it yours." Taking the first set of stairs two at a time, she hit the platform below and winced as her abused stomach complained. As much as she hated to admit it, she was in the same boat as Ty. She'd pushed herself too far with her mutation, and taken one two many good hits for one night. She wasn't about to let it stop her, mind you. But she was definitely feeling it.
"I'll be good as soon as I get to cave that assholes head in." Her partner explained the other key, which she was happier to hear about. Puppet man hadn't been lying, surprisingly. He died after giving her the honest to god truth, and even thought it had been in a desperate attempt to save his own skin, it made her feel like her choice to kill him quickly had been the right one.
Stopping to cast a tired, questioning look at Ty, Megan forced herself to wait. She was anxious to find Marvin, yes... but she knew she couldn't face him alone. She was strong physically, and capable in most situations... but when it came to mutant trickery she was a little lost. Unless she could manage to find a roof within view, and put a chunk of lead in his head though a scope, she didn't like the odds of her squaring off against him mano a mano.
"Lend me your arm." Reaching out, she offered her shoulder for him to lean on. They would both move faster if they leaned on each other, anyway.
Fighting back a sudden wave of dizziness and weakness in her knees, Megan set about checking his pockets. She found a small keying, a cellphone, and a wallet in an inside pocket of his coat. Inside she found his real identity; Wilhelm Drogher, age 32. Tucking the wallet back inside the pocket, she checked the cellphone next. He'd made one call out, received one call in. On solitary text message sat in his inbox. An ominous 'I got them'.
Keeping the keys, she put the phone back where she'd found it, called her spiders to leave, and headed for the door. "It's possible he was lying to us." She cracked the entry door open and peeked out cautiously into the hall. The other denizens of the building didn't appear to have stirred at all, at least not as far as she could tell. Stepping out, she waited for Ty to join her before closing the door behind. One of the three keys on the ring locked the door, the other two she was curious about.
"Can you get anything off of these?"
Why did she feel so drained all of the sudden? Her mind was clouded, it was a little harder to concentrate. She passed it off as side effects from using her power too much in such a short time span, and headed back down the stairs.