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.
Well... that at least sounded like Roach. Normal and the mug just didn't go together. It didn't suit him. She barely bit back a chuckle, and shook her head slightly. "Well, you're right about that. Roach certainly knows what it's like, and is probably more than qualified to help you."
In regards to how he met her, well... that was a long story. "No, he kidnapped me." That about summed it up correctly. "A few years ago... I caused some trouble in a place he apparently liked. He picked me up and the bench I was sitting on and carried me to his apartment. Honestly, I figured he was going to eat me or something. He put me down inside and left, like it was normal."
...Fond memories... from before everything in her life had taken a turn for the worst. "I could have left, probably should have, but I was so pissed at the sheer audacity of it all that I stayed to confront him. Ended up moving in fully not too long after."
Pausing outside the elevator that would take them up to their floor, since she refused to take the stairs with a hole in her arm, she popped the button a few times with a thumb. "... Not much else to say, really. He didn't see some great potential in me... he didn't hire me for anything. We just... fit together."
On the outside she looked rather normal. She was able to blend in with crowds in most cases. Most figured her for human, until they saw her mutation at work, anyway. But that didn't mean she'd every really been normal. It took an extraordinary amount of self control to blend in when she viewed everyone as equally useless; mutant and human both. Roach was certainly not human... not a normal mutant either. She just felt like she fit with him best.
Some of her irritation melted away and she sighed again. She did't have a clue how Roach had run into him, or what the giant bug had said, but she honestly wasn't liking how it seemed to be affecting the newest occupant of their apartment. Maybe it was due to whatever past he had, or maybe it was due to Roach specifically.. but it was kind of annoying whatever the case.
"I do live with him. I also live with you now. I'm not going to go around thinking of you as hired muscle when you have a name, and you have a personality. Hell, you laughed at the fish thing, so you've got to be okay."
Shifting the food she was carrying again, she spotted the apartment building in the distance and felt a tiny bit of relief wash over her. They were almost home; she could stop talking soon and fall back into being a hermit.
An eyebrow twitched; she felt it. "I'm no ones woman." She corrected sternly. Perhaps a bit too sternly. "Roach and I are... different. There's no real reason we stay together, we just do. Maybe it's because we understand each other better than anyone else."
Eyeing him a moment longer than necessary to make sure she got her point across, she finally turned her back on him and continued walking. "You're his body guard, and only his. I deal with my own issues and can take care of myself."
She barely caught his last statement, and openly scoffed. "All girls are trouble, not just the mutant ones."
Chuckling, Geppetto gripped the knife gently and eyed it. "She can hear you, but she can't fight this." Tilting her head back, he blew her had from his vision and grinned widely. "I've been in this business a long time, kid. A spotless record; No one has ever broken my grip on them."
Inside, essentially locked out of her own body, Megan felt like she was lost. Like her eyes were closed and all she could see around her was a swirling blackness with hints of color and shape randomly. Unlike her sight, she could hear almost crystal clear. Her voice, but not her words. She could feel very faintly what her body was doing, but felt helpless against it. One thing she did have on her side, however, was the mental link she shared with her children. She could still hear them chattering, and quickly issued an emergency alert for them to locate whoever was controlling her, and so everything they could to disrupt his connection.
"... Are you so sure she doesn't want this? Are you so sure she's fighting against me? I think she has just been itching to stick you with this knife... and who am I to argue?" Grin still stretching Megan's lips, he moved her body forward step by careful step. In all honesty he didn't have a clue what type of fighter she, or the male traveling with her, was. It didn't matter much to him so long as he got them to injure one another in the process. If he could make skin contact with the male at some point as well, he could only imagine the fun to be had between them..
Stealing a glance at him, her eyebrows rose slightly as she considered his response. "Well pardon me for not knowing how to deal with.. whatever it is you're going through." She attempted a shrug, winced, and gave up. Maybe she was starting to feel a little irritated... not due to Sylar, but due to how time consuming grocery shopping had become. She felt herself getting snappy.
"I don't eat much meat. It's all yours to squabble with Roach over." Feeling the beginning of a headache forming, a soft scowl settled on her lips. Eventually she stopped with a sigh, and turned to face Sylar slightly.
"Listen... I don't do that whole friend thing very well. I tolerate people, people tolerate me... mostly. Just... don't expect much from me, and I won't expect much from you."
Attempting a scowl was too hard while it still felt like there were scales clinging to her nose, so she left it at that. Eyeing the armload he had, she nodded and shifted her own load carefully. While she wouldn't admit it, it her injury was bothering her quite a bit; even more so now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Various aches and pains were rearing their heads. Sighing, she forced her feet to carry her outside.
Already a few mutants had shown up and were poking around the scene. Two were crouched over by the last living witness, fighting over how they were supposed to stuff him in their car, while another, larger mutant was busy picking picking up the armless gunman's body. A true frown graces the spider mutant's face and she neglected to acknowledge their presence as she moved on past. Just because they knew Gregory didn't mean she had to like them, after all.
"When we get home i'll toss one of these into the oven for you, if you want. Unless you want to chow down on it as is or something." Unlike her large, deadly pal, she wasn't looking forward to food when she got home. She was looking forward to a bath, cleaning her wound, and then a short coma for a day or two.
Oooh... that had felt simply amazing. It hadn't been that long since the last time he'd been in a fight... well, technically speaking anyway.. but it had been a while since he'd really gotten a chance to enjoy it. Here he was taking the both of them by surprise, giggling in a feminine voice as the redhead toppled off the bike with a curse.
"heheh...Smart boy... you catch onto things quite fast, don't you?" He could feel the females mind shifting restlessly under his control. She wasn't aware of what was happening, but it was most certainly alarming to her. More or less like an out of body experience.
Casually he lifted a leg and detached Megan from the bike, taking a moment to gaze down at his stolen body. "It's been too long since i've been in a body like this... so... defiant, yet so different from a man's physique..." He ran her hands over her hands, inspecting little lifts and tears in her worn coat, before stopping with his fingers on the zipper tugged up by her collar. "So soft and warm..."
Toying with the zipper, it fell an inch or so, and he laughed again. A hollow, dark sounding chuckle in Megan's voice. It ended abruptly when he discovered the blade she had tucked in her boot. The stiffness of the metal gave it away. Stooping, he plucked it from it's hiding place and eyed the shining metal. ..Is this a dagger which I see before me, the handle toward my hand?" It was light in his palm, but still quite solid. Perfectly balanced. "Come, let me clutch thee..."
Sending a sidelong glance his way, she bypassed the carts and headed for the meat cases. So... maybe that had been why he'd turned on her before. Made sense in a way; she'd known a few mutants in the past with vaguely similar problems. It always boiled down to control somehow. "Well, we'll just have to keep that stomach of yours sated then, won't we?"
Waltzing straight behind the counter and back toward the freezer where their order had been, tugged the door to the freezer room open and was met promptly with a shriek and an object being hurled at her head. A cold, slimy, scaly fish bounced off her face, before landing at her feet. The boy that had helped them before froze with another fish in hand, blinking at Megan in surprise. The twenty-seven year-old blinked back. "...did you... just throw a fish at me?"
"..I.. uh..." He remained cowered in a corner, refusing to let go of his makeshift weapon. "..I thought y-ou were one of.. of them.."
Her mask cracked and she bit back a sudden snort unsuccessfully. Armed, dangerous gunmen attempt to rob the store, he guy flees into the back and decides to defend himself with fish. Wiping the moisture from her face, she moved aside to let Sylar in and spotted the wrapped package to her right. "Go ahead and grab whatever you want, Sylar. We're going to skip the other things on the list for today." It'd be meat for a while, until she felt like hazarding another trip to the store.
"H-hey! You have to pay for all of th--" The guy glanced at Sylar, gulped, and continued... if a little weaker. "-at..."
Megan tucked the package under her good arm and smiled at him sweetly. "And we will. You can go ahead put all of this on Roaches tab." With that said, she turned and left, moving back through the store toward the exit.
Fishing her phone from her pocket, she read through the short response she'd gotten back from the text she'd sent earlier, while fiddling with her phone. "We leave him here. Someone will be by soon to clean up the mess and pick up our friend here."
"You freaks are the scum of the earth!"
Megan's attention was quickly drawn away from her phone. The man had apparently realized the situation he was in, and was drawing on a glimmer of bravery, or stupidity to speak his mind. "You're all a genetic fluke that should have been eradicated the moment your kind started cropping up"
She raised an eyebrow at the man, but showed no outward signs of anger. His comment had sounded very... scripted. Not the usual hogwash people spat out. After tucking her phone away she moved over to him and leaned down so she could look him in the eye. As brave as his words had sounded, he didn't look directly back up at her. Rather, he flinched and stared off to the side.
"... A lot of people could have died today. A lot of innocent people out buying food for their families. So what if their DNA doesn't match yours? So what if some of them have tails or wings?" Straightening again, she tucked her hands into her pockets and sighed. "Friend, I think you've been fed a lot of bullsh*t. Because of that your friends are dead, and after we find out who sent you-- and we will -- so are you."
Leaving him, she called over her shoulder to Sylar her response to his last question as she headed back toward the store. "Lets go get our food. I remember there being a rather large side of meat with your name on it waiting in the back of the store for you, Sylar."
Well... that was handy. He was like a can opener for cars. "Hmm." Pursing her lips, she eyed the visibly terrified man for a moment while considering.
Taking him to Roach himself was out of the question since he was probably somewhere in the sanctuary. That place gave her the creeps, so she refused to step foot inside unless absolutely necessary. They could always tie him to something, or put him somewhere he couldn't get out of until Gregory found him, but... meh. That seemed too tedious.
"Put him down somewhere he won't get run over, please."[/color] Locking eyes with the bleeding, agonized, unfortunate man clutched in the mutants grip, and the corner of her mouth twitched up into a lazy half smirk. "... and make sure he can't run away."
Geppetto...? As in wooden puppets, fairies, and vengeful whales? Megan blinked once, and then her expression fell into one of utter distaste. She was talking to a lunatic. A boozing crazy out way too late after his bedtime. "...Riiight." It wasn't that she didn't believe the cook, it was... no, actually that was it. She didn't believe him at all. The creepy warning he'd given was still creepy, but considering it had lacked any definite information she was more than willing to pass it off as utter B.S. He'd probably just seen Ty and herself mucking around in the alley.
"Go sleep it off in a corner somewhere, dude." Keeping an eye on him, she returned to tucking her head into her helmet.
The man stood still for a moment as if in thought, his jerky gaze shifting from Megan to Ty and back. Lips already twisted into a leering grin curled further until all of the man's stained teeth were exposed. The woman was covered well; only the barest slivers of skin showed through around her wrists and at the curve where jaw met neck. With his decision made he stepped forward quickly and his hand flashed out. The tips of his fingertips grazed over her skin before she had time to react.
In the next few moments she lashed out at him to fend him off; but it was too late. Seconds after he'd touched her the man's body fell limp on the sidewalk, half on and half in the street beside the bike. Megan went ridged; her shoulders tense and body shivering slightly. Meanwhile, across the street from a blacked out window on the third floor of a flat, the shadow of a man sat leaning against the windowsill. His forehead rested against the cold glass, his arms were folded under him to keep himself propped up. To outside eyes he appeared asleep, but he was far from it. The man was a spy for the mutant Megan and Ty were looking for. He'd happened upon them and watched while they were moving about Marvin's alley. His power was useful for gathering information and dealing with nosy snoop-around's, almost too perfect for this situation.. through touch he could transfer his consciousness into another's body and override their control of themselves. He used them as puppets to reach his goals; this situation was no different. He would use the girl against the guy, one or the other; whichever managed to take the other down first.
Inside his new host, he grinned and felt her lips curl. He lifted her elbow, enjoying the smoothness of the action; drunks were always too hard to control from the inside. So jerky and uncoordinated. He aimed the elbow back suddenly at the male behind him, intent on slamming it into the guys face.
Her hackles rose and she stared him down defiantly, refusing to back down. She didn't know him well enough to trust that he wouldn't turn on her, and in that instant when he turned toward her and uttered that single possessive word, her suspicions started to feel justified. The grip on her weapon tightened momentarily as she studied him, wondering just how she was going to get out alive if it came to a brawl. Given what he seemed capable, he was miles ahead of her in regards to speed and strength.
He seemed to get a hold of himself moments later. His expression shifted, demeanor changed; she relaxed her grip on her gun and tucked it into the waistband of her pants at her hip. "Yes." Her response came out blunt and cold. She wasn't exactly sure how she felt about the guy right then, but she sure wasn't impressed. Glancing back down at the dead man under him as Sylar, she felt some of her tension melt away. He'd done what he'd said he would do. He took care of things; albeit a little aggressively. No... super aggressively. Icy eyes returned to him as he stood and she was suddenly reminded, if vaguely, of someone she'd once known. Of trouble and blood and her heart pounding in her ears, and always an uncertain ending.
Clearing her throat, she rolled her shoulder and glanced at the the wound. "What, this? Just a scratch, really. I've had worse." Not that it didn't hurt like hell. "Don't worry about them. I'm sure someone will be along soon enough to clean all of this up. Though..." Glancing toward the escape van again, she waved him after her and started to jog over. Megan still wanted the driver alive, if possible.
Upon reaching the wreck, she avoided stepping in puddles and small rivers of unknown car fluids, and headed for the drivers side door. The whole car was belly up, some of the tires were still spinning, even. She had to crouch down and peek into the cab almost upside down herself, but what she found inside made the whole thing worth it. The black masked man inside was still strapped into his seat, and trying in vain to get himself free. The moment he noticed her peering in at him he flinched and uttered a sound half way between a cry and a groan. "...Hello!" She greeted with a smug cheeriness, "So glad to see you stuck around."
Standing again, she tugged at the door with her un-injured arm. It didn't budge. It was jammed. "Care to give our friend here a hand out, Sylar?"
Breathe, Megan, breathe! If there was a thing she hated most in this world aside from things with faces and mouths, it was the feeling of not being able to breathe. Sheer panic filled places of her usually occupied by bitterness and anger. She never felt weaker; never felt more vulnerable. The warmth of the pistol she nearly always was wasted on her gloves as she palmed it. She was still struggling to get a little air back into herself when she'd managed to lift the gun and point it to where the shooter had been. His screaming was enough of a warning that he'd met her newest roommate, but it wasn't until she'd locked her eyes on the scene that it clicked into place. Sylar had apparently finished inside, or perhaps had heard the gunshots and come out. Either way, she was rather grateful in that moment. It gave her precious time to focus on breathing, and to take a look at the damage that had been done to her shoulder.
Reaching up with her free hand, she tugged at the wet clothing surrounding the wound. Her fingers grazing it was enough to elicit a gasp from her, and she slumped as glorious, cold air filled her lungs. The wound was deep, but nothing a healer couldn't fix. Or stitches. The other bullets had been caught by the web vest she had on under her upper clothes. It prevented them from penetrating her skin, but she knew she'd have wicked bruises at the very least, if not more sever damage.
Carefully, she pushed herself back to her feet. Sylar was... busy.. with the last thug. The van was still behind her, leaking fluids all over the road. She hadn't seen the driver yet. Either she could go retrieve the very visible mutant, or she could try to find the driver. Momentarily torn, her feet started moving before her mind had been fully made up. Soon she found herself stopped close enough to the mutant and his prey that flecks of crimson spattered on her legs. Her arm lifted, gun still in hand; she put the man out of his misery with a will aimed bullet to the side of the head.
Catching her breath from her quick sprint outside, she tossed the gun away and dusted herself off. The van had only finished rolling, and she prayed the driver was still alive. How else was she supposed to get information from him? Whatever the case, there was still the possibility that Sylar might have left one alive, right? Sure. Probably. She didn't really know enough about him to make a call on that one yet. Whatever the case she was going to have to go pry the driver out of the totaled van and see if he was still kicking.
She'd only taken a few steps away when a tickle raced down the back of her neck. A silent warning meant only for her caused her to freeze and snap her attention back to the store behind her.
POPPOPPOP!
The impact sent her crashing back into the pavement. Two bullets from a .40 handgun, stolen at some point from an officer of the law, smacked into her ribs and shoulder blade. The force from both stole the wind easily from her lungs. A third neatly tore through her un--protected shoulder. The fourth man who'd appeared had waited until she'd tossed the semi automatic away before he'd chosen to take the shot at her. He was crouched down by the corner of the building with the sights of his pistol trained on her, even as she fell.
Megan had to push past the immediate pain, the inability to draw in a breath yet, and scramble for the gun she had tucked away in her waistband, swearing profusely the entire time.
"If I strike, there won't be a chance to shoot. You be careful, Roach'll be pissed if I let his woman die."
Sputtering silently, she nearly dropped her knife and turned to stare at Sylar's retreating backside. Roaches woman?... Hot damn, that issue was going to need to be nipped in the bud as soon as this fiasco was over. Since she was alone in the canned goods now, all she had left was to sit, wait, and listen. She could hear footsteps just on the other side of the shelf still, they hadn't moved far. Something clattered to the ground and was promptly kicked out of the gunman's way; he was closer to the end of the aisle now. Probably just around the corner from where Megan sat crouched. She counted the footfalls against her own breathing while her eyes were fixed on the wall just across from her.
A dim shadow formed in the same moment someone shouted. Oh god, what the hell is that thing! Moving in that instant she rounded the corner as she came out of her crouch. The man's back faced her; his attention had been captured by the commotion up front. The blade in her hand sank neatly into his side at an upward angle. Reflexively his hands clenched and the gun in his hand fired a few misguided shots into the shelves and ceiling. One of her boots collided with the back of his left knee as she pulled her knife free. The half shriek he uttered was easily silenced by an arm around the throat, and she knocked the gun out of his loosened grip as her's intensified. Bleeding freely from one wound while she locked her arm in place with an elbow and cut off his the blood flow to his head, he had little room to defend himself against her save from struggling and going for her eyes. Stray bullets from across the store had her ducking slightly as the man started to go limp in her arms. Once he'd stopped moving all together the spider mutant dropped him, picked up his fallen fire arm, and aimed it point blank at him and pulled the trigger.
Adrenaline surged through her as she caught her breath. She started forward to locate Sylar, but a warning from her sentries indicated another problem to be dealt with: It looked as if the vehicle was going to leave. Cursing under her breath, the woman gripped her stolen gun tighter and bolted out of the aisle, streaked past the cold-cases and leaped over the mess up at the front in order to barge through the front doors. The van had already taken off past the entrance, but was still visible. Taking aim, she opened fire at the fleeing vehicle. A back tire burst from the peppering of bullets, the driver swerved violently, and the van rolled. Lowering her weapon, she watched the spectacle unfold, unaware that another gunman had exited the van before it's speedy escape...