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 man shrieked and struggled to free his hands. Thanks to Megan's special kind of silk though, he wasn't going anywhere for a long time. The second time the knife came down and embedded itself in wood, the mutant had decided he'd had enough.
"He's Three blocks down from here! Marvin lives in Apartment 16, third floor of the LaFayette Condominiums! He should be there right now!" The dark circles under his eyes seemed darker, cheeks more sunken, as he searched both of their faces for any hints of pity. "I was just following orders! Please, you have to believe me! You can't do this to me!"
Megan's icy eyes met his, her face void of any expression save a small smirk. It wasn't the desperation plain on his face that got to her, nor the fear in his eyes. What got to her eventually were the thoughts going through her own head, and how much pleasure she was ultimately getting out of it. She was envisioning all sorts of things she could do to the man. What would bring the most pain without ending his life too quickly. People usually did pretty well with broken fingers and toes. Same for ribs, if you them in just the right spot. Pure agony without the threat of puncturing a lung. There was always the pelvis, too. She'd used blunt force in the past to shatter those delicate bones, knowing full well most people would never be able to walk right again, at least not without a successful transplant.
It wasn't something she ever put a lot of thought into. She picked her targets based on what crimes they had committed and the punishment they received was planned out and tailored specifically to them... but when the time came she didn't put much conscious thought into what she was doing, or how much she'd started to enjoy it. The realization of how much it was affecting her physically brought her mind to a sudden stand still, and she faltered.
Her heart was racing. Her skin was tingling. Adrenaline was pumping through her system like she'd just run a triathlon. A scowl settled on her face, and she drew the knife from her boot. "See... was that so hard?" Leaning in closer, one arm snaked around to tug the guys head forward, while with the other hand she slipped her knife deftly into his neck. He gasped; she jerked once and quickly severed his spinal cord.
Stepping back and sighing, she sheathed her knife again. "C'mon. Let's go put Marvin out of his misery."
Holding back an impatient whine, she crossed her arms and commenced bouncing one leg under the table. "Stressful is an understatement." She didn't want to tell him what she thought about his blackout moments, because not only did she not want to envision herself like him in any way, shape, or form, but damnit, this was about her!
Instead, she shook her head at him and fought back the urge to vomit again. "Actually, yeah, it is unusual. I don't usually sprout legs and crawl out my window when i'm tracking down pedophiles."
... Good god... she dearly hoped she hadn't eaten a pedophile...
It was his last questions that gave her pause. "Well.. uh..." ohgoddon'tthrowup "...You see, when spiders eat they--" Pause, slight dry heave, and deep breath. "-- inject venom into the body--" Long pause... Another deep breath. "... which liquefies the insides, and then the spider suc--" Gag. "...sucks it all out..."
Then again, he had a point. She hadn't investigated further than what she could see from a distance. So... maybe it was possible that she hadn't killed him? Or eaten him?... or maybe it wasn't even human?
... Not that she wanted to go back anytime soon, but....perhaps it was the only way to know for sure?
Arms packed with her boxes, she angled an irritated look his way and frowned. Hearing people apologize was probably one of her worst pet peeves. She didn't say sorry for all the the crap she did on a regular basis, so why should anyone else?
"If you make a mistake and people aren't willing to understand your circumstances, then they don't deserve to breath the same air as you. Look, i'm not going to blow up all over you for knocking me off a chair. I asked you to do it, knowing full well what the possible consequences were." She was rather happy she had a whole shoulder, though. Since he was talking about slicing things to shreds.
"You live in a world where humans and us have to live together. Most of us put our big boy pants on and suck it up. Some don't, but who gives a shit what they think? They suck anyway."
Blinking, Megan stared at her phone for sometime with an eyebrow cocked. She hadn't spoken to the man in god-only-knew how long, and then out of the blue came a surprise text from him. Asking for help of all things, at ten in the flippin' morning. She hadn't a clue what exactly it was she could help him with, seeing as she hadn't seen hide nor hair of the Judge in sometime, and thus he hadn't needed to contact her at all.
Spitting a mouthful of toothpaste out, she dropped her toothbrush in the cup and left the bathroom.
Clad in a men's black tank-top and loose fitting athletic pants, she made her way out into the living room to plop onto the couch. Wait, scratch that, she was going to the kitchen to drink some pipping hot black coffee and sit in a hard, uncomfortable chair. No napping for her. She was running on 72 hours of no sleep, and felt rather accomplished that she hadn't sprouted any arms, or tried to eat anyone yet.
She squinted at him when it clicked, face screwed up like she was in pain. "Nooo..." Drawing the word out, she plopped her head in her hands and scratched at her scalp.
"I don't know." Honestly, she didn't know if he'd still been kicking. She didn't know if she'd managed to get the upper hand on someone, or how for that matter.
"I woke up in a web, and there were things all bundled up, and there was blood." And a taste in her mouth that mouthwash, toothpaste, and bar-of-soap could get rid of. Acidic.. bitter... wrong.
"I've been having these dreams... like, growing legs and eyeballs.. and.." Drawing in a quick breath, her palms slammed down on the table and she sat bolt upright. "....I think I'm turning into a spider."
Still blinded, the man couldn't really argue. Well, not effectively. He could, and did, pitch a verbal fit. He also refused to move his hands from the arms of the chair. "Here, let me help you..."
So... Megan joined Ty, and helped him along with it. A few quick strands of silk effectively stuck the puppeteers hands to the table securely, and surprisingly Megan easily overpowered him. Given that he often fought his battles through other peoples bodies, his own mortal vessel wasn't required to be very physically fit.
With his hands more or less glues to the desks surface for the moment being, she reclined against it and let Ty do his thing.
Her expression turned dour, and the celery in her hand drooped. Okay, that hadn't worked. Time for another angle.
"I don't eat meat... mostly vegetarian. Helps my mutation." She had little bits of chicken here and there, but nothing big. Well, until recently.
"I meant.. uh.. The memory of what she'd seen popped into the forefront of her mind, she paled and cringed. "... like the type..."
It wasn't like she was strictly against people eating other people. She'd lived with Gregory for years, and had cooked the stuff for him. Her problem mostly revolved around how it had ended up happening, and that she had no feasible reason behind it. She'd just sleepwalked her ass out of bed, jumped some poor slob and eaten him. Good god... what would it do to her mutation? What if she ended up craving it or something?!
The horror of the prospect showed on her face, but was probably lost on the other occupant of the room. She needed to figure this shit out and fast, before something worse happened, or her mind came up with any other terrible possibilities.
"...I think I ate somebody." It came out bluntly, and she stared at him.
The humor of the whole situation died suddenly, when he snapped back at her for her comments. In a way, she wasn't surprised. She'd meant to poke at him with them... but his reaction was far more explosive than she had expected. Standing on her own, the grin easily fell away as she evaluated the situation again.
Sylar, a new mutant in her life who she wasn't all too familiar with yet. Liked being alone it seemed, awkward when talking, violent when it was called for. Laughed at the fish thing, and... super dangerous.
He backed away, and she didn't budge. "Why?" She managed an even, if slightly annoyed tone. A few spiders had made it to her shoulder, and were busy delicately weaving their silk across the wound. "Sure, they suck sometimes... but you learn from them." Well.. you learn, or you're doomed to repeat them over again. In Megan's case, she and a few others, had made it impossible for her to repeat past mistakes. She was rather happy about that.
Letting her spiders do the job, even though she knew it wouldn't be nearly as effective as a bandage of her own silk, she breathed out through her nose and turned away and set about gathering the boxes he'd brought out into her arms.
Well... Ty seemed like he had things under control. At least for the moment. He turned to look back at her, and she cracked a grin. "Not gonna lie. I like you better like this."
Smile still in place, she wandered further into the room and closed the door behind her, locking it.
"I'm not going to tell you #$@%^&* anything!"
He didn't squirm though, not with a blade tucked into his neck. Chuckling, Megan flicked the lights on and glanced around the room. It was plain. A studio apartment with a small bed in one corner a desk in the other, and what could be considered a tiny kitchenette in another. Her eyes landed on various things she could use for defense, or as a weapon, and she stored the information away.
"We don't really need you to talk." Ty could always just touch him or whatever and use his cool mutation to find the info, probably. "...But, because you were such a bastard we're gonna make you talk anyway."
Shifting into a comfortable stance, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh... and I wouldn't try that body snatching thing you do. I won't hesitate to take off some fingers if I need too."
Her children started up the legs of the chair he was pinned in, chattering silently to themselves.
Damnit... She'd actually wanted to ask him his thoughts on what was happening to her. Because... well, he was the only person she knew of that had person experience with turning into a Giant bug. Him not being around kinda ruined her plans of grilling him for information. Which left very little in the way of people and places for her to turn too.
"I've been hanging around." She cringed at her choice of words. It just reminded her of why she'd been avoiding sleep. Bravely turning her head to look at him as he readied his food, something suddenly occurred to her. Roach wasn't the only one who had experience eating...things. Maybe she wasn't out of places to turn after all.
"So... uh.." The smell of blood permeated the air. The contents of her stomach took the smell as its cue to forcibly evacuate her stomach. She barely made it out of her chair and over to the garbage can in time, but knocked her chair over in the process.
Once her tummy was happily empty, she straightened, wiped her mouth on a napkin, and took her seat like nothing had happened. "...I'm a wee bit sick." Using a stick of celery to push around a cracker on the table, she sighed through her nose.
"... How do you deal with... uh... eating.." She didn't want to say it. So she just gestured at his food with her celery. She didn't even know if it was people, or not. "...that."
His timid response caused her to laugh more. It hurt, but she couldn't exactly say she regretted it. Even though the day hadn't exactly been what she had expected, she hadn't had a good laugh in a long while. At least not one that made her stomach ache. Why was it so funny though? Maybe it reminded her of more pleasant times.
"Oh, shut up already. It's not that big of a deal." He extended a hand, and she gladly accepted. "Roach once pushed me over a ledge by slapping me on the back." ... Then again, she could never really be sure he hadn't meant to do that. He was hard to read sometimes.
Once she had her feet under her, she glanced at him, and a grin damn near split her face in half. "Ohmygod you're blushing!" She cackled. Mentally ordering the spiders still lurking nearby to head over to her. "That's so cute!"
She knew what was going to happen the moment he said 'hungry', and her stomach did a back flip. She knew she was going to have to face it sooner or later, seeing as she lived Roach and Sylar, but she'd been hoping to avoid it until she had a firmer grasp on her insides. Good lord, she never should have left her room,
"Yep." And then she watched him. Followed him with her eyes as he moved to the fridge. She gulped when he found something to eat, felt the blood wash out of her face when it pulled it from the fridge, and forcibly turned herself away.
Don'tthrowupdon'tthrowupdon'tthrowup!
Celery. She stared at the celery like her life depended on it, clamping down on her tongue with her canines while saliva started to build up at the back of her mouth. She needed a distraction, and quick!
"So, uh, Greg have you do anything with him lately? I haven't seen him around..." Not that that meant he wasn't. Stupid bug always seemed to have little buggy ears everywhere...
Movement. A voice. Her head snapped up so fast she felt dizzy for a second, and he pupils dilated at the kitchen light filtered into them. She was a wreak, not that he could tell as far as she knew. Her hair, the patch of it that ran from her forehead to the nape of her neck, was a mess as it hadn't been brushed in a few days. The circles under her eyes were unusually dark from not sleeping, and her clothes were rumpled. Hurriedly she swatted away and crumbs sticking to her face, ran a hand through her hair, and attempted to appear as normal as possible.
Normal... Everything was normal. Nothing strange going on here!
"Heeeeey, Sylar. Didn't see you th-" She burped, "--there...." Totally normal.
Itching to get up and flee back to her room, she was kept seated by the churning feeling in her stomach. The moment she stood up, she knew she was going to throw up all over the table, and no one needed to see that. So, there she sat.
"Yup... lunch. Crackers and celery. Normal lunch." Yep.
She shoved the vegetable back into her mouth to shut herself up, and ducked her head again.
She eyed him once, before turning her back to him. He seemed to have it under control, even with the claws and stuff. So she didn't really think she had much to worry about.
... Unless he stabbed with with said claws. That... would be uncomfortable for sure.
Wincing when the silk came in contact with the wound, she braced herself slightly and shut her eyes, expecting it to hurt to some degree. Then more pressure suddenly, and she pitched forward and over the side of the couch. "ohshit!"
She caught herself awkwardly on one one forearm, bent her neck at an odd angle as her backside followed her over, and ended up sprawled on her back with her legs and tush resting on the wall beside the couch. Fire raced through her shoulder angrily, followed by watering eyes, and she blinked at the ceiling.
Then she chuckled, which turned into honest, deep-bellied laughter. Albeit painful laughter...
"Jesus christ! What were you trying to do, push it through me?!"
The blurriness lasted longer than she liked, but the vertigo at least lessened. Not too long after Ty had left her, she was able to pull away from the wall and collect herself, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm her mind. Through the door and down the hallway she could hear Ty's voice, and so headed in that direction.
Stopping in the only open doorway, her gaze shifted from Ty's back to the man still stumbling around, though his attention was focused on the guy with the knife, who was threatening him. Megan could see that the various bites from her children were already starting to swell, and given that some of them had been graced with enhanced fangs, she knew why. At least a double dose of venom had been given by those spiders, which was exactly why she had created them. They were slower then the others, but they packed more of a punch.
"Y-you @#%$*&!" He stumbled and caught himself on a desk, reaching for a pen holder with a pair of scissors in it. Megan wasn't sure if he was going to try and attack with them, or if he had another idea on his mind, but she wasn't one to wait and see. Throwing the thing strand of femininity to the wind, she hawked a wad of silk at him, hoping to blind him.