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.
Her tactic worked, and soon she had the knife wielding arm under her control. Though she had intended to try and knock Ty, or his body in this case, off his feet, she'd only managed to cause him to stumble. Her grip tightened on his arm, but she was unsure of where to go now. Freeing one arm would lessen her control of the knife, but give her something to defend herself with... but, at the same time, if she could just hold him until her spiders were ready, she wouldn't have to hurt Ty anymore.
Sh*t.
"As if, asshole."
Her eyes flicked momentarily away from the struggle, as she hazarded a guess at which building her spiders were in. Just a little bit longer... just a little longer until they were all gathered and ready.
Brad shifted in his seat so he could peer into Megan's face-- literally into her face. She hardly twitched, grin still plastered on her face, and blew into his eyes. "Wendy." She replied shortly, and turned from him. She only had eyes for one man tonight, and that man was shifting uncomfortably away from her. Her grin widened and she set about scooting plastic shot glasses across the table to all participants.
"Hah! I wish they'd turn that s**tty so-called-music off-- I mean, do people enjoy this kind of crap, really?"
The corners of Megan's eyes crinkled slighly, but she held back her comment. She was supposed to be one of those types tonight, out there bobbing and hopping along with whatever the DJ considered music.
"I'm not much of a fan of it myself, actually, but I highly doubt Motown would have the same effect on these people, ya know?" Johnny chuckled, having to raise his voice a little to be heard over the crowd. "... I'm just here because ole' yolk for brains over there and some of his other buddies chose this place to bold his bachelor party."
Hearing this, Megan had to struggle not to break the small plastic cup in her hand. Sure... sure that was the only reason he was here. Bullsh*t. It was just as fake and see-through as his 'marriage'. After what had gone down in that dream, it was perfectly logical for him to want to change his image in such a way. Who would come after a happily married man with a lovely family, after all?
She would. That's who. She had a sharp enough memory to recall every word he had spoken to her.
"Ah, ain't that sweet. What say we all raise a toast to the lucky fellow?" Brad hooted in agreement, snatched up his beer, and attempted to down the whole thing in one go. Jhonny scooted his shot away, eyed warily resting on Megan as she tossed her's back. There was... something about her voice... something eerily similar.
The shrugging the shoulder she wasn't working on was her reply, what with an empty plastic wrapper in her mouth. She didn't care if he stuck around or left, really. Cleaning and closing her wound (as best she could) was her top concern at the moment, but... she had told him that she'd show him how her mutation worked. Or tell him, since he was blind, apparently, in some fashion.
Come to think of it, she had some questions of her own for the guy. Like... how the hell old he was, for one. Greg hadn't thought it important to tell her, and she hadn't really felt comfortable demanding to know. Spitting the plastic out of her mouth, she pursed her lips. "You can stay if you want, it's your place too."
Peering at her shoulder, her lips drew out into a thin line. How did you know when a wound was clean? It looked clean enough, but since the bullet has gone all the way though her shoulder, she wasn't exactly sure what to do. Was she supposed to.. like... stick something in it to disinfect the inside?
Megan cringed visibly, and pondered whether or not she was brave and willing enough to due such a thing. Stealing a glance behind her at Sylar with the frown still on her face (and wincing at the movement), she pressed a clean pad of gauze to her wound. She knew there was a healer literally right across the street, but... goddammit, she didn't like that place!
"I... uh... don't suppose you know how to close up a wound like this?"
The feign worked, and she moved to block it. The movement of his next strike was a blur too fast for her to follow, but something glinted and she felt a cold sweat wash over the back of her neck. Getting stabbed was never fun.
Fortunately for her, and not for him, she was almost always prepared for the possibility of shooties and stabbies. The point of his blade connected with the bottom portion of her protective vest, eliciting an deep grunt from her due to the force behind it. Her hand-made protection held however, and she moved to wrap an arm around Ty's more dangerous appendage. Though her vest had stopped him from dealing a serious injury on her, she seriously doubted that he would aim for the same spot twice, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was wearing some form up upper body protection. Add to that the fact that she knew through test run's that her product wouldn't withstand more than a few point-blank shots and stabs in the same general area before failing, and she knew she had to act fast.
If she managed to get a grip on him, she was prepared to yank him toward her and drive her forehead into his face. If not, well... she'd have to come up with a hurried plan B.
"Avoid being an asshole and you're golden." Smirking, she headed inside.
"Being soft isn't an issue... and the less you have to experience it, the better." Making a beeline for the kitchen, she dropped her package on the counter. "On the counter is fine. I'll toss one in the over for you or something later."
After she patched herself up, that is. She'd already set to getting her coat off, and peeling the undershirt away from her wound. The blood had become sticky and started drying in places already. Having shed the outer layers, she chose to leave the vest on, since it covered her adequately but left her shoulder open. Heading back out of the kitchen, Megan plopped herself onto the couch. A call had already been sent out for the arachnids she kept at home in her room to start gathering little packets of antiseptic cleaner. They marched in single file from her room to where she sat on the couch, crawled up the well worn upholstery and into Megan's lap.
"Thanks, guys." Ripping open one of the packets, she set about cleaning the wound.
Suddenly, she was back. With a disorienting jolt she snapped back into control of her herself, stumbled back, and tried to gain her balance.
"Oof!" Ty'd foot collided easily with her middle, forcing the air from her and sending her crashing back onto the pavement. It was a sudden, painful awakening, and she realized what had happened. "You sonofa-" Gritting her teeth, she struggled back to her feet and fell into a defensive stance.
"...I... am going to make you regret this..." First though, she needed to figure out how to fight him without dying, or murdering Ty. The key to that being wherever the guy was hiding; kill the roots, kill the weed.
Fist met flesh and for a brief moment he allowed himself to take a little pleasure in it. Then, he bridged the gap between them, dropped to a knee over him and reached out to try and touch him with her fingers.
Inside, Megan felt the first mental ping of a find come back to her. A spider had spotted a figure inside one of the buildings. She caught a brief glimpse of the image before the arachnid was on the move again. As a group, all of her sentry spiders converged on the room, wriggling under and through the gaps in various doorways. The slumped over figure by the window didn't stir... they crept closer cautiously, slowly, all eyes fixed on their target..
He easily blocked the punch, Megan stumbled back from the shove but caught herself. With a laugh, Geppetto had her back on steady feet. "Go ahead and try, boy! We have all the time in the world!"
He started to circle his opponent, slipping off one of Megan's gloves and letting it fall to the ground behind. Across her bare knuckles glinted the smooth grooves of a pair or steel knuckles. An intimidating sight to most, but not what Geppetto intended. He wanted the hand free so he could make easier contact skin to skin.
Lunging forward again, he aimed the mental enhanced fist haphazardly at Ty's head.
"No. I do it on my own. I choose who I go after. I choose who dies, and how." The humor in her voice faded at the reminder. Her list was growing shorter, and though she hadn't necessarily had to kill everyone on it, those lucky enough to still be alive were never going to be the same. She'd made sure of it.
He was stubborn it seemed. Insistent. She didn't know why, and frankly couldn't be bothered to care at the moment. Still, she reminded herself to at least try to be gentle while talking to him. He seemed genuinely distressed to some degree.
"Yes." Stepping off the lift and into the hall, she cast a quick glance at him. "I've seen and done a lot worse than that." Hell, Roach had beaten a man to death with his own arm before. Add to that a dozen or more instances where a bloodied machete came into play, and all of the memories she had from the dream... "Doesn't have to be violent, doesn't even have to draw blood. There are people out there that make a knife fight with you look like a picnic."
Heading down the hall, she fished her keys out with her free arm, muttering curses under her breath at every tweak and strain it put on her injury, but managed to get the door open.
"Ahh, so confident. I suppose it doesn't matter much in the long run. There's nothing she can do to stop me..." She stepped forward again, before picking up the speed. He couldn't feel pain through her nerves, so it didn't matter to him is true damage was dealt.
"You should have heeded my warning. You should have dropped this when you had the chance." He moved Megan's arm to lash out at Ty clumsily, using her strength, but not having the knowledge behind it to back it up.
Meanwhile, Megan's spiders were slowly whittling away at the buildings in the surrounding area. Each room was spot checked quickly, marked off with a silken thread, and then it was onto the next. They weren't the fastest at their job, as it took time for tiny legs to skitter great distances... but in numbers they got the job done.
For once, she grinned back. At least he had a sense of humor, even it it was buried under a literal ton of sulk.
"Roach does whatever he feels like." She answered simply, "I'm not too different, actually. I do what I do, when I feel like doing it. Probably a trait I got from Greg." For a moment, she wondered if telling him anything would only get him into more trouble... but that thought was short lived once she remembered who it was who had drug him home. If Roach was involved, Sylar was already neck deep in it. Telling him what she did in her free time wouldn't hurt anything. "I keep an eye on people who need to be watched, and if need be I take them out."
His tone shifted with his last response, and she cast a curious glance his way as the elevator came to a clunky stop. "I know you take your job seriously, and that you laugh at slapstick." She found herself wondering just how old the guy was. His mood shifted back and forth suddenly, and his reaction to having taken out all of those men back at the store had been concerning. She decided to avoid the subject he was hinting at. "That what you mean?"
A wry smirk quirked her mouth. "Looks can be deceiving." She pondered how to tell him, or show him. Usually she was all for theatrics; call her babies out from hiding, let them crawl over her, or the unfortunate soul who'd asked. It was usually worth the lives of a few of them to see peoples reactions to polka dot tarantulas and rainbow black widows.
"I can show you what I mean once we're inside. I don't feel like taking off my top in a drafty elevator." The lift jolted to life, clanking as it carried them up to their floor.
"I always wear one." She stated plainly, as if it were completely normal to wear body armor all of the time. "My work entails constantly being on someones sh*tlist."
Her eyes flicked in his direction quickly, narrowed, and flicked back as the elevator door opened. "No. We're like...uh... heterosexual life mates. There isn't a conventional love between us. Just a strong connection." Pausing as she ushered herself into the elevator and waited for Sylar, she thought on her own words. "Maybe it's because our mutations are similar in a way. I don't really know. It's best not to question good things sometimes. There are so few of them these days."
Which, now that she thought about it, brought up something else. "If you are going to be following Greg around all the time, then you might end up needing some more protection than just your pointy bits and agility. It might take me a little while, but I could make you a fitted vest for your top half to keep you from ending up with any more holes."
He'd be a little challenging considering his shape, but she was confident that she could do it. "I took a bullet to the back earlier, the only reason i'm standing is because of the vest i'm wearing."