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.
"Demons?" She tilted her head. Exterminate them with holy water, too. Sounded insane and fun.
She watched the assortment of items dug from the coat and tossed and it was entirely too fascinating. How had he gotten such a large eclectic variety of things? How had he fit them all in there? How did he not rattle louder when he walked?
Questions for another time she supposed.
No writing instrument to be found in the coat, but one perfectly fluffy feather atop his head. She pondered on telling him but decided against it. Instead, she directed the spider to grab ahold of the feather and try to wiggle it out of his cap.
"The toucans?" She glanced up at the long-beaked birds hiding in the trees above them, on the other side of the secure netting.
"Hmm. I don't think I am nearly qualified for a task such as that. That sounds like something someone of your caliber would be capable of pulling off. From everything I have seen you are obviously the most talented here."
Ther spider with hat-feather in tow, dropped down onto his scroll and casually tucked it in his grip.
"Would you please clarify which 'demons' need exterminating?"
She got started making a dinner plate-sized Huntsman spider on her back, lower left ribs, Safely tucked away from harm by her torn clothing and a cage of pointy legs.
The Spider mutant laughed, unable to decide if that had been an overly complicated joke or if he was serious but decided to roll with it.
"Oh, well that's easy to explain... I never graduated from my drama course. I am, effectively, an acting amateur." She bowed at the waist slightly, sweeping her long pointed legs out. "The criticism is welcome though. Otherwise however will I grow as an actress?"
A fuzzy, blue eyes spider dropped down on Zek's head from above, scurrying cautiously forward to try and look at him while it's little palps shifted nervously.
"With such an in depth critique such as that, might I ask a question?" The animals in the enclosure picked up a bit of a ruckus, followed by the distant laughter of humans.
"How might I best entertain you?"
She used a small claw that had grown out from one fingertip to pick at her teeth, dislodging a string of muscle tissue that had gotten lodged there.
She was glad she had chosen not to wear heels today in favor of flats. Sprinting away from a minor crime scene was much easier without an added two inches trying to dig into the ground.
"Go right!" There were still a few spiders lingering throughout the park, high up in trees where they could scuttle around for a birds-eye view of things. She blipped in and out of their eyes seconds at a time, planning a route on the fly. The mostly empty path led them down toward the Congo Gorilla forest, and away from most of the panicking people who had flooded the ticket booth with demands to speak to a manager.
Past the Mouse House, past the Giraffe's, one turn shy of the African wild dogs exhibit.
She hopped the wooden barrier meant to keep people on the path and hurried off into the thick forest of tall trees and bushes meant to break up the terrain between exhibits. The exhibit was a large one, meant to house many primates and a small assortment of other animals as well.
"..That should throw them off for a bit." She sent a call out to have all of her own spider's scram from the bughouse, leaving only the escaped native insects. "Becky won't be talking for a while, so no one should know exactly what I...we, look like."
She turned back to the man who had been following her, curiosity in full bloom, and pointed one of her large yellow and black spider legs at him.
"That does raise the question of why exactly you hopped in when you did. Were you bored? Looking for trouble?"
She waited, lingering off to the side of the secure edge of the enclosure. The Gorillas inside it were distant and noisy, and a few large beaked birds sang over head.
The urge to leave all the glass doors to the enclosures open as she passed was a bit too strong to ignore, so she didn't. Her own spiders were slowly scrabbling into the room behind her excitable companion.
"Wanna help?" She flipped open the lid to a case full of kissing bugs, as he headed for her second spider. More cases left open as she moved to the third, the fourth, ect.
By the time she was satisfied she was littered with small little bite marks and should have rightly had a reaction to all of the venom in her system.
But... she wasn't. That was proof enough that her theory was correct in some capacity.
With her back to Zek, she focused on creating a new set of legs that would sprout from her back, between her shoulder blades. It was a slow process, so she filled the remaining time with releasing more bugs and adding more, smaller attributed to her own body. Thin hairs sprouted in wide patches with a variety of colors, courtesy of the Maratus spider.
The long legs were stretched out, still thin and spindly, but almost long enough to reach the floor. She marveled at the rainbow hues glinting off of her shoulders and arms, unable to see where else she had placed it, and-
"Oh my god, what are you doing?!"
Some poor worker came in to investigate and she panicked, turning and spitting a glob of very sticky silk right into the woman's face.
"Time to go!" And go she did. She attempted to skirt around the male, out through the door, and into the zoo beyond.
She ignored his comment about owing him. Really, that was to her decide... wasn't it?
"I will run it by someone. Would you be interested in testing out some applications of the idea with me? I am interested in this... personal protection idea. I wonder what applications it might have."
The walk didn't take long to get back to the warehouse where she could collect her shoes and parasol. She was also able to finally give him back his cape.
"Can you imagine A whole set of less destructible clothes for the training rooms?" Silk was an expensive fabric, and spider silk certainly had some unique qualities. A lot of this matched up with what she had seen in 'her' old apartment.
Once she was dressed and they were on their way back out to the street, she used her phone to order rideshare.
"...Thank you." She meant it, too. "This went a lot smoother than I had anticipated thanks to you."
The wee little spider was still on him, occasionally tapping away its own nervous little patter as they walked.
"May I admit something?"
Eyes started to absorb back into her skin and before long were gone entirely. The parts on her palms and the legs on her back followed after, though the legs too longer.
"I didn't trust you at all when I first met you. You come across as too polished- to perfect, to be genuine... in a lot of ways." Megan offered a sympathetic smile, "I'm glad you proved me wrong. It's refreshing to be friends with you."
And, just because she didn't want to end the night on too positive of a note, "Even if I do get urges occasionally to take a bite of you." She twirled her parasol gently.
She paused mid-turn, and the swung back to look at Xavier.
And then she smiled and giggled.
"Oh, don't be silly. I never put any venom in him in the first place. He's only got minor puncture marks."
Neil looked... shocked? Pale and sweaty and suddenly very quiet. Her smile widened a bit more exclusively for him. "I just figured that since you spouted all of that fantasy at me, I'd share a bit of my own."
The spider on X's head patted him, but... almost in symathy.
"Now is a great time for us to call the police in. I have all of the information I need."
She left him there, heading outside to stand on the sidewalk and wait.
She... had things to think about anyway.
When Xavier came out she was still there. With one arm tucked loosely behind her back and the other angled so that she could tap at her chin in thought.
She didn't wait for him to speak and just headed down the sidewalk toward the building where her shoes were.
"Do you think..." She started, still sort-of lost in her own thoughts, "That I would be able to start up silk production again and... give it to the school?"
She turned and looked at him again, honest curiosity on her features.
Oh, my. What a gentleman. One with a very mysterious power as well.
"Thank you." Because he had been so kind as to bow and remove his hat, she curtsied with the lacy bits of her edgy goth skirt, and then immediately went through the newly de-doored frame. Whether he came along or not didn't rightly matter.
The back room where all of the supplies and cages were more easily accessed was a lot less dark, and thankfully not occupied. The sounds of chirping crickets were immediately evident, as was a subtle hiss from a large tote full of feeder roaches. The urge to open it and let them all free was annoyingly present, as was the urge to dig in and eat a few.
She filed those thoughts away for later.
The glass tank of the first spider she was after happened to be close. The Huntsman. Popping the swinging glass door open on the back, she found the large spider lurking on the side of the case and reached for it.
She didn't know how exactly this was going to go, but she also didn't feel the need to hesitate.
"Hello baby." SHe cooed. Such a gentle giant... unless you were a bird, bat, or small mammal. Megan, it sit on her hand for a moment while she marveled at the size of its fangs, and then a moment later reached out to gently but firmly press the top of its fuzzy little head down until it instinctually stabbed its fangs into her.
One little hiss of pain and some injected venom later, and she deposited it back onto the open lid of its cage.
Onto the next spider! Her eyes sought out the labeled door of the Northern Golden Ord Weaver.
She had a point. Megan conceded to it, sipping her mostly-water again. If Lenna did truly want it done, she certainly didn't need any help.
The sudden interruption of a voice that, according to Lenna's reaction, was not expected on her side as well, has Megan sitting up straighter in her chair. A woman rushed the table and seemed thoroughly focused on Lenna. It was a little tense but calm-
Her glasses shattered, dangerous parts flew into Lenna's hand, and just like that it suddenly was not. Calm, that is,
Megan stood her self, as one hand inched down to her side where her trusty taser was hidden away.
"I suggest you back up, lady. Invading someone's space like that is how you end up with new holes in you." Her hair twitched, and a few spiders wriggled out from the naps they had been taking. Megan eyed her friend carefully.
There was some kind of loud exclamation over all the screaming, and she did briefly search for whoever it had come from with the eyes poking out of her hair. Ultimately though it was unnecessary. She was on a time crunch and very much didn't want to get caught and have to come up with a convincing lie.
Opps, sorry, my power freaked out. My bad!
The inside of the exhibit was purposefully dark, with spotlights highlighting each glass cage and viewing area. She didn't bother trying to go tank to tank though- that would take too long. She needed access to the back of the enclosure for the quickest route.
The last of the people hurried out, whether through fear of loose spiders or from just following the crowd. It wasn't lost on her that she was left alone with non-other than the man from before who had thrown a mysterious glowing orb at her and vanished a whole chunk of wall.
She hadn't considered what exactly he had been attempting before, it seemed innocent enough if she was to take him at what she thought he had said. But, people were very rarely what they seemed to like from the outside. He was a possibly dangerous unknown and so she filed him away as such in her mind.
"Can you use your party trick on that door?"
That wasn't about to stop her from asking him for help, though. The blood-spattered spider mutant calmly lifted her hand at pointed at the door that said "Employees Only" in important-looking red signage.
"I would appreciate it a lot." And then she stared, with all of the pupils on her head directed at him, and a polite but meaningless smile on her lips.
He leaned as far away as possible, curling into the side of his neck she had bitten.
"Oh my, what a change. You were all full of sweet nothings a moment ago." She lifted the picture in her other hand again. "You should know that venom I just injected into your system is necrotic in nature, and, if your tiny little monkey brain doesn't understand what that means, it means that very soon it will start dissolving you from the inside out."
The pain radiating from his wound would be enough to tell him something had definitely happened, and the fangs that retreated back into her mouth sure seemed like more than enough proof.
"If you don't tell me what I need to know, you are going to die a very painful, slow death as your insides liquefy. But, if you do tell me what you know, I have a way to nullify the effects. An Antivenom if you will."
Neil had run out of cuss words and was listening finally, which was good. He also seemed to believe her, which was also good.
"You promise?! Promise!"
"I promise that you will die if you do not do as I asked."
Neild swore under his breath, sweating profusely, and took a breath in.
"Okay, fine! Her name's Charlotte. She worked freelance with us for a bit like, a year ago providing-" He paused, gears turning in his head. "....silk. Wait a minute-"
"Times ticking Neil. Do you feel your lungs breaking down yet?"
"W-wait! She sold us silk in bulk, for personal protective equipment and stuff- but we haven't heard from her in a year! B@#$% didn't even drop off the last shipment she owed us! That's it, I swear!"
"I believe you." She folded up the photo again and tucked it away.
"Okay, Mr. Million. We can go now." She stood and turned to face Xavier.
How was one supposed to look not suspicious while strolling around carrying a bucket of raw meat meant for some of the bigger carnivores? Apparently the answer was a combination of holding yourself up with enough confidence that it felt right, and simply not caring what others thought.
It didn't take long to come across a sign pointing her in the right direction toward the bug house. She moved along languidly, chewing on a chunk of liver from whatever animal was in her bucket disegarding the looks she got, and re-directed her spiders toward the exhibit.
At some point she ended up at the entrance for the exhibit, and wasn't a fan of the steady stream of New Yorkers going through. How best to solve that?
"Operation Divide and Drive, commence."
The hoard of spiders who had been lurking jumped into action, leaping at faces and crawling into noses and ears with enough vigor to stir up a good panic. Megan stepped out of the way of a newly formed stampede of people, set her bucket of meat down after one last bite, smeared the blood around her mouth on the back of an arm, and made her way inside amidst the screams of many, many arachnophobes who had thought themselves brave.
There were a host of spiders she had her eye on, including the funnel-web, the giant orb-weaver, and the huntsman, which the brochure had bragged animatedly about having.
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"Probably. Nobody knows for sure what happened but he's dead now, so..."
She trailed off with a shrug and sipped the mostly-water-tea she had ordered (1/4th tea, a full cup of ice please). Lenna was one of the few people she felt like she could talk to about the nitty-gritty things. Lenna was honest with her feelings and Megan felt like she would get truthful answers to questions from her, instead of frowns and nervous side-eye.
As Lenna continued with her story, Megan made a mental note to try and track the boy in question down. Maybe hang him from a tree by his toes, or glue his legs together for a while like a mermaid. All very fun ideas for a later date, though.
She leaned in while toying with the straw in her drink, seeing the picture of the candy on the shelf, and barely held back a laugh. Her cheeks puffed out and a little Pffpt escaped, and she sat back again.
"After that scathing joke, I can imagine that he might be too afraid to reply back. Must have wounded his pride quite a bit." The 16-year-old pushed some ice cubes around with her straw absently. "If I were in your shoes I can't say I would have the same amount of patience. I probably would have tracked him down and demanded answers after the first canceled date." Which... was probably another reason it was good that she wasn't looking at dating anyone anytime soon.
She offered a placid smile to her friend, "If you ever need help tracking him down, do let me know. I have plenty of time to spare most days."
She was fully aware of the armed nature of the last two and didn't want to leave with more holes in her than she came in with... so she lingered behind. The fight was over pretty quick, so Megan headed in as soon as the weapons were no longer an issue. When Xavier gave her the all clear, she was standing silently behind him.
The man in his grasp, Neil, was wondering a lot of things as she struggled in vain in Xavier's grip. Who had narced? Why was the beefy boy from the news stories the one who showed up? Who the hell was he giving the all-clear too?
Megan stepped out from behind her tall classmate with a pleased smile on her lips and her eye half-lidded. Well, her human eyes that is.
"Neil." She greeted, almost like an old friend of hers. Megan stepped around with her hands out and, with help, securely bound him. "You really should have hired better underlings."
Now bound and un-muffled, Neil was sweating and looking back and forth between both teens. "And just who the hell are you supposed to be? I recognize One In a Million over there, but I haven't ever seen your face before."
Oh, but he probably had. If her information was correct he had seen and worked with an older version of her. Different face and all.
"I wouldn't want to sully my own name by hearing you speak it, so if we can skip that bit that would be great." She knelt so that she was at the same level as him and dug the picture out of her purse.
"Have you ever seen this person before?"
Neil took a moment to absorb what she had said and how she had said it, and some of the surprises fell off his face. Anger and slime remained.
"And what if I have? What's a gorgeous girl like you going to give me in exchange, hmm?" Also, could he use this to get himself out of the current situation?
He leaned in as much as the web allowed him to, purely so that he could try and get a whiff of her. Both to satisfy his natural curiosity and to try and spook her. It was always satisfying watching new fear blossom in the eyes of girls like her.
Megan didn't move. Her expression didn't change, either. She watched him calmly as he drew near enough that she could feel his breath on her.
The spider on Xavier's head was tapping out a steady tune in the drum-beat of 'all is well.
"Let's say I have seen 'er. If I tell you what I know, I want my lawyer down here asap and leniency." Neil wasn't an unattractive man. He knew he had naturally rugged looks and had used them to his advantage before. He whispered a slew of the more lewd, suggestive things he could think of at her.
He didn't notice her hand lifting, aiming to sink into his hair and grip it tightly, until he did and was caught mildly by surprise. Megan was smiling at him placidly, and every eye on her head was focused directly on him.
"You have a very filthy mouth."
She jerked his head to the side, exposing his neck, and leaned forward quickly to sink the fangs in her mouth deep into his flesh.
Neil screamed. The scream of a man who thought he had an edge and instead found out he didn't have a leg to stand on.
She pulled away a second later with a wet smacking sound, his blood dripping from her lips, and released his hair.
"Neil... do you know what large doses of Brown Recluse spider venom does to the human body?" She managed to keep her tone pleasant, all things considered.
Megan picked away her "sandwich" she had ordered, after sneaking in some Tupperware contained slices of raw ham from her purse. To outside eyes, she just looked like a snobby young woman trying to avoid extra carbs.
"Did I ever tell you that, apparently, the one I had when I was older tried to kill me at some point? Suck indeed."
She shifted in her seat, switching which legs were crossed, and speared the woman who had dared to give Lenna a look with one of her own. One that was hungry and promised things she probably wasn't actually capable of. She had seen people give her bestie such looks before, and they seemed to be from her choice in clothing. Colors, patterns, the whole lot. As such, Megan had invested in a small wardrobe of very colorful things that she could wear out when around Lenna, occasionally, so that she wasn't quite so alone.
Today she had paired Black cotton leggings with colorful leg warmers and the brightest turtleneck sweater she could find.
"Do you want to talk about it? Or would you like me to hunt him down and web him to a... tree?"
Some stranger hefted a glowing ball at her and instinctually she bent herself out of the way to avoid it (much to her bodies swift and loud protest)
"Under no circumstances would I EVER-" She turned to track where the ball has gone despite herself, glad the instinct to just catch it hadn't taken over and-
....
Had that hole in the wall always been there?
"Oh, well that is wonderfully convenient."
Paying the strange ball thrower no mind, she headed on in. Clambering through the hole before anyone could stop her, she found herself past the gate and over near the camel rides. Only, on the wrong side of them. A camel turned and looked her in the eyes, chewing away lazily on some grub.
... Did camels spit, or was that just Llamas?
Megan narrowed her eyes and pointed at it in a silent threat that if it did spit at her she would return the favor and her spit was much much worse.
She escaped the Camel area without incident, leaving behind a very confused Camel shifter mutant who felt vaguely like he had just been threatened by a strange goth teenager.
Once she stepped out onto the actual path she... honesty had no clue which way to go. She had never been to this zoo before, and it was apparently a lot bigger than the Zoo's back home in Oregon. Shifting off to one side she sat, clasped her hands in her lap, and ordered 90% of the spiders hidden on her person out of hiding. About 40 small black jumping spiders with little blue eyes scrambled out of pretty much everywhere, tumbling around like puppies until they were all gathered in a pile at her side. She glanced at them and smiled.
"Find the bug exhibit, please. Other spiders like you."
A chorus of warbling affirmatives filtered into her mind and they all took off in little bursts.
...She could foresee the headache that was going to come on and wasn't too happy about it. Maybe some food would help?
As she stood, she focused on pushing to life eight little eyes that ringed her head. Four crested her forehead like jewels and another four barely peeked out from the back of her head, through her hair, to keep an eye on things behind.
There was a smell in the air like fresh meat, and she was going to find it.
