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 was... surprising. A dark eyebrow rose slightly as she looked at him, before a grin curled her lips. "Easy tiger, there's no reason you should do this alone. Ain't my first time around the block, you know." Zing!
"Now... if you really intend to do this, know this: There are three of them in here. At least two have weapons that I can see." Megan lowered her voice more as heavy footsteps and shouting grew nearer. "It doesn't matter which of us acts first, the moment they know what's going on our cover is blown. Just don't get shot."
From the aisle on the other side of the, someone cursed loudly and there was a grunt of pain. "I said get on the ground!" Slowly, Megan edge herself away from Sylar toward the end of the shelving behind her. She wasn't sure which direction the gunman would come around from, if he even did, but she figured she'd either have the element of surprise on her side, or a handy escape. Her lucky knife was at ready, being no stranger to violence.
"Like hell." She bit back, digging her phone out of her pocket. "This store is smack in the middle of mutant controlled territory. Hell, the owner of this store is under Roaches protection!" She kept her voice low, unconcerned with if he could even hear her properly.
"You can leave if you want to, I don't expect you to stay around for this. But I know damn sure Greg will want to know who these idiots are, and why they pulled a stunt like this in his territory."
The twenty-seven-year-old set about fishing the knife out of her boot, unstrapping the safety band that kept her stun gun secured to her, and making sure her gun was easily reachable. Her eyes un-focused again momentarily. Through the eyes of another of her children she could get a basic image of what was going on upfront. Three men inside; she didn't know if anywhere outside waiting. One had a black bag in his hands and was behind the counter, already in the process of cleaning out the tills. Another was standing guard, while the last was heading up and down the aisles. As she came back to herself she could hear that one bellowing out demands for people to stay down; don't be a hero, such and such.
Blinking, she let her eye's refocus. Two were heavily armed; some kind of small automatic weapons. The third was busy, but she hadn't been able to see if he was also armed.
Megan chuckled at his antics. She'd never seen someone get so worked up over food before, not even roach. After taking careful note of which ones he seemed to enjoy the most, she turned back to the butcher and requested as much meat as possible. He was reluctant to sell her the whole case, but she ended up talking him out of most of it anyway, including a yet-to-be cut lamb body that they'd had stashed in a back freezer.
"We've got a few more things to pick up first, so we'll be back for this order later." The boy nodded, taking down her name on a small form, and she turned away from the cold-case. Now they just needed to stock up on the other essentials. Various breads, cheeses, frozen items, and canned foods. "If you aren't a fan of veggies, Sylar, what else do you eat?" Tugging the cart along behind her, she headed for the back of the store where all of the canned foods were stored. She figured that getting the heaviest stuff into the cart first was probably best, but she didn't realize what a stroke of luck her decision was until she'd already loaded a few cans into the cart.
That was when she got the first whispering of trouble from one of her sentry spiders. Immediately her expression slackened, her eyes taking on a far away, zoned out glaze. Her mind effectively left her body behind for a moment, standing with a can in her hand in the middle of the aisle, while she took a peek through the eyes of the spider who'd pinged her. A black van had pulled up along side the store, just down from the main door. She watched as a side door slid open and a black-masked head poked out and took a glance up and down the sidewalk.
"...Sh*t." Her consciousness slapped back into her own brain like a taunt rubber band and she hissed through her teeth at the wave of nausea and dizziness that came with it, and dropped into a crouch. The bell upfront buzzed, signaling someone had exited or entered; then there was a scream and the sound of multiple bullets ripping through the ceiling.
Her lips pursed and she cocked an eyebrow at him. Well, that had been unexpected. Never the less, she trudged on. "I'm not a big meat eater..." There had been a reason she hadn't joined in on the roast the day she'd met him, other than the fact that she knew the guys name. " The only things I eat raw are vegetables and fruits."
Dog? Gross. You never knew where those things had been. Roach liked cats, though, so it wasn't exactly shocking to the woman. She shrugged it off in favor of getting Sylar to try something new.
Tapping a bell on the counter a few times, she got the butcher assistant's attention. He wandered over while wiping fresh blood off his hands onto his apron. "Yes ma'am?" Megan pointed at the Bison first. "Can I get a small sample of that? The big hunk over there." The fellow behind the counter blinked, shook his head slightly, and leaned forward. "Sorry, did I hear you correctly? You want a sample?" He seemed stunned; must have been reeeeally new to the neighborhood. "Yes."
"...raw?" Megan's expression fell flat. "Did I stutter?" "Er... no ma'am." He ducked his head and got to work cutting off a small square chunk from the meat she'd pointed out. After handing it over to her on a toothpick, she requested that he do the same to a few different types of meat, and have the ready.
Turning back to Sylar, she held the bison out toward his face. "This one is Bison. It's got a really game-y taste, and is a little softer than beef."
She snorted in response, and didn't comment. She could see the sign for the little grocery store coming up.
"Really...? You're worried about gaining weight? What are you, a teenage girl?" Casting an incredulous look back at him, Megan jerked the store door open and stepped inside. A hollow electronic bell sounded above head, signaling that someone had entered.
"You'll have to try lamb. It's a low-fat alternative to beef. Maybe bison too." She continued on, digging her list out and grabbing a cart. Then she headed for the corner where the butcher's counter and meat coolers were set up. The enclosed glass cases were packed full of different types and cuts of meat. Everything from chicken to bison; she was sure if the owner had been able to get his hands on one, there would have been mammoth meat too. The butcher had his back turned to them, a kid in his twenties who was learning the ropes of the job. Megan glanced at Sylar, weighed her options, and just couldn't help herself. "Do you like it raw?" She queried, with her bottom lip captured between her teeth.
She wasn't entirely sure if her joke went over his head, or if he just wasn't one for humor. Either way, she stopped and turned to stare at him with a lazy smirk on her lips. "It was a joke, you goof."
"And no stealing." She replied back, in response to his suggested thievery. "It's not an issue that you eat so much, it just means we need to make sure there is plenty in the cupboards. You're living with us now, which means you don't have to worry about where you're next meal will be coming from." Turning back around, she continued on. They were nearly there; the store was only a block and a half away from the apartment.
"You aren't a pet, Sylar. You have every right to choose what you will and will not eat. It's very clear that you have a brain in there, and a tongue; so use them." The woman paused, suddenly wondering if he'd even knew what some of the meats were that the butcher would have, and sighed. "If you need help when we get there i'll ask for samples for you."
Shrugging, she dropped the hood issue. There was enough on her mind to warrant her not bothering with arguing about his personal choices. She did however tuck away that little bit of information for later.
"Considering that we need enough food to feed three people and two of those people are basically walking garbage disposals, yes, I am buying a lot of food." Her reply was bland; not monotone, not sharp, but also not chipper or sarcastic. It was somewhere in-between. "Both you and Greg require an inhuman amount of food, so the fridge and cupboards need to be stocked full enough that when I'm gone you two won't start eating the paneling, or each other." Or me, for that matter.
Strolling down the sidewalk with the sun peeking out every now and then, should have been relaxing. Unfortunately 'relaxing' wasn't a word Megan got to enjoy much anymore. She didn't let herself. Too many things to do, too many people to track down or keep an eye on, and most importantly, too many things to repress.
"The place we're going isn't all that big, but they have a good selection." Blue eyes landed on him again as if sizing him up. "I'll assume you need a lot of protein in your diet, from how you acted the last time I cooked." He'd barely touched anything save for the meat. "There's a butcher in-store, too. Pick anything you want when we get there."
He agreed and she couldn't help a small smirk from forming on her lips. She barely knew anything about the guy, and while that normally wouldn't have bothered her, this one happened to be living in her house. She wanted to know who he was, where he'd come from, and most importantly if he was going to be trouble. Roach trusted him, but in her opinion that was on par with Roach trusting a caged lion.
Which she was 100% sure he'd do, too.
After locking the front door, she gave Sylar a blank look in response to his question, eyeing everything from his hood to his ever-swinging tail. "Put your hood down, your appearance is just fine. Anyone who has a problem with you, also has a problem with me." Megan started down the stairs, hands tucked in her pockets, and eyes ever vigilant. Not her own eyes, mind you. Her children's. Wherever she went there were at least a dozen skittering around within her radius, reporting in on this and that- the ups and downs of the city.
"We won't he out long. The store is just down the street." Sneaking a glance at him, she wrinkled her nose before turning back. "... hope you don't mind walking."
One of the living joined her. She spared him the barest of glances before going back to her list. "Bonjour." She crouched, rummaging around in a low cupboard, while he started toward the fridge.
"It's empty." She mused aloud, tapping her lips with the pen. "I threw out everything older than a week." After scratching a few more things onto her list, she dropped the pen onto the counter, snatched her list from the rest of the pad, and hopped over Sylar's swinging tail on her way out of the kitchen. She was going to have to remind him to mind that thing one of these days, before she tripped on it.
"You should come with me to the store. I could use the help carrying everything back." She called over her shoulder, tugging her boots on and strapping various means of protecting herself in their rightful places. Stun gun in her back pocket; Knife in her boot, at her hip, and a small one tucked in her coat; small pistol hidden behind her, tucked safely into the back of her pants. Megan tugged her gloves on and cast a glance over her shoulder to see if the boy was coming, while she clipped her keys to her belt and opened the door.
The obnoxious crooning of the days mist popular douche pop artist blared to life at exactly 6:30am. Megan rolled over, woken from a dead sleep, and squinted at her phone with one eye. It was already time to wake up, yet it felt like she'd only had her eyes closed for a few minutes. Reaching out she shut the alarm off, swiped it off the nightstand in annoyance and rolled back over with her covers pulled up over her head. Whatever she'd had planned could wait; sleep was more important.
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Five hours later, Megan sat up groggily and glanced around her room. How long had she been asleep? It felt like days. Her phone chirped from the floor beside her bed, and she crawled over the edge to retrieve it. The screen flashed a reminder at her: Today's Agenda: Groceries. A growl was stifled in her throat. First day off in only god knew how long, and she was tasked with chores. Made sense, seeing as all Roach ever seemed to bring home were things only he could eat. Didn't make her feel any better about it, though. Tossing her blankets aside she swung her legs over and slumped over to her closet to find something decent to wear.
Five or so minute later the spider mutant stepped out of her bedroom, locked her door, and headed for the kitchen. Today she'd picked out a baggy grey sweatshirt, a long knitted green scarf, and a pair of loose fitting capri's. She'd slicked her new haircut back into a high ponytail, not really caring if the assortment of colors blended oddly or clashed with the peach fuzz on the sides of her head. She had known well before deciding to toss a rainbow of dye into her hair that it wouldn't always look pretty.
Stomping into the kitchen, she snatched up a pen and paper and began scouring loudly through the cupboards, drawers, and fridge.
Like a lost puppy he followed after her, nearly stumbling over himself at her rejection. To his clouded mind her 'no' only meant that he needed to try a little harder. So, he followed and when she took a seat so did he. Directly across from her, no less. "Well, if you won' join me, i'll just join you!"
Blatantly ignorant to the fact that she wanted to be left alone, he took a deep swig from his beverage before rambling on. "You look different from the other chicks here, you know that? What's your name? I'm Brad." He extended a hand.
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"No, really, I can't. I have to-" John sidestepped the pinked haired woman easily, though she made no move to block him again. "- go stop a friend before he goes something stupid." Not bothering to throw in a farewell for the woman who was starting to make his skin crawl, he bee-lined over to where his buddy sat.
Megan watched him go, her expression barely twitching. Her patience was starting to wane as her temper flared. So far Johnny wasn't turning out as she's expected; he seemed honestly different, and that pissed her off to no end. The mutant turned toward the bar, content with knowing that her children wouldn't lose track of the man, in order to pick up a few drinks. She'd just have to see what a little liquor would do to break up is act. How many shots would it take before he started showing his true colors?
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"Good god, Bra, what are you doing." The words came out as a tired, monotone statement as John came up beside his friend, resting his hands upon a chair between the woman his friend was harassing, and Brad himself. Scrounging up a sympathetic smile, she shot it as the dark haired woman nursing a beer. "Im sorry for him. He can't hold his spirits very well. I'll get him out of your hai-"
"Drinks on me!" Shouted a voice from behind. John cast a startled look behind him before hurriedly seating himself. That odd woman was there again, with a tray of multicolored shots in her hands and a wide grin on her lips. While John hurried to bury his face in her hands, Brad whooped and stood to reach for one of the shot glasses, while the woman rounded the table and placed herself in the only other available seat. Winking at the inebriated male, Megan tossed back shot and fiddled with the cup absently, before pinning her gaze on Jhonny. "Isn't this a quaint little party? Wish they'd turn the music up a little; I can barely hear it." Glancing at the other female occupying the table, and then to Johnny's 'friend' he'd been so desperate to find, she felt bitterness starting to twist her stomach into knots. 'Calm down, Megan. It's only a matter of time... just a little bit longer.'
She'd barely stepped out of the kitchen when she spotted Sylar eating again. Without missing a beat she turned right back in and dropped the waste basket on the floor. Her dinner was still sitting half eaten; better not to let it attract roaches. Those greedy little bastards were everywhere.
Plopping back down in her seat with a lidded glance in Sylar's direction, and then in Roaches, she popped a fork laden with greens into her mouth. The compliment, if you could consider it that (which she very much did), coming from someone other than Greg was... odd. Maybe it was just due to how unused to living, breathing company she was. Literal skeletons in the closet were one thing; this was something entirely different. Whatever the case, she didn't waste much thought on his words, nor her reply. "Anytime." Considering the fact that he was going to be staying, for how long she didn't exactly know, she shrugged the matter off. "Can't say i'll be around often enough to do this on a regular basis, but there's usually some sort of leftovers in the fridge. Help yourself to anything you need."
Megan paused, blinking slowly, and narrowed her eyes at the guy. "... unless it has my name on it. I have enough damn trouble keeping this one from f@$%in' with my things while i'm gone. Don't need you starting in on that as well." Her gaze shifted over to Greg, narrowed further and she jutted her tongue out at him.
The two men were closer now, but not really paying them much attention. Both guffawing at their own jokes and stumbling about on unsteady legs. Ty had slipped onto the back of the bike, and she was about to stuff her head back into her helmet, when the two drunkards started past.
Both acted like they were oblivious to Megan and Ty's very existence, too deep in their own little world to care But, while one continued strolling on past, the other came to a jerky, worrisome stop an arms length away from the bike. His arms and legs twitched and jerked; there was a far away expression on his face, and his mouth worked soundlessly. Then, his chin jerked their way and he angled a strained, eerie grin at them. In a low, hollow voice he spoke: "... You should stop this foolish search now, before it's too late. Some things are not meant to be found."
A chill ran up Megan's spine, but she dropped her helmet back into her lap and met the man's gaze with her own. "... and just who are you?"
Something was off about this guy. The way he was holding himself; the way his eyes twitched and darted every so often before refocusing on them. It was like he was forcing himself to talk and move. The was especially apparent when he folded one arm behind, one arm in front across his stomach, and gave them a mocking bow. "Geppetto."
Rolling her eyes, she continued to poke at her salad, before her attention turned to Sylar. The way he opened the can, and then the way he promptly downed most of it's contents was... well, strange for one. But it was also kind of endearing. Like the many strange things Gregory did, that left her so utterly baffled and charmed at the same time. As if to prove her point, Roach collected Sylar's can and adorned the crown of his head with it. A faint smile settled on her lips, and she chuckled.
The young man's question gave her smile a reason to falter, and her eyes slid back to him from Roach. He... knew, right? Gregory had surely told him, right?
... What the hell was she thinking? Of course he probably hadn't. To him it was as normal as brushing her teeth every morning and night was to her. She didn't feel the need to go around explaining that to everyone, now did she? With a muted sigh, she dropped her fork, stood, and moved into the kitchen to collect a trashcan. If Sylar did know, and wasn't okay with it, she didn't want him heaving up his meal all over her floor.
Those antenna waggled, and she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "...I don't want to know."
She ignored Sylar's Sewer confession, choosing to get up from her seat to go fish around for the requested soda in the kitchen. He'd already showered, so she didn't really care where he'd come from at this point.
"So good! Might I ask what you've cooked up for us, Megan? I want to say it's Chinese, but I could be wrong!"
"It's Korean." She called back over her shoulder, head shoved inside the fridge while she struggled to un-stick a soda can from Roaches side of the appliance. "... remember that guy who tried to rob us?" With a little brute force and a chuckle, she pried the can away and kicked the fridge door closed. Dr. Popper would do, right? "I'm still surprised he lasted so long."
Slumping back into the dining room, she set the soda down beside Sylar, rolled her eyes at both the men's table manners, and seated herself again. Her eyes slid back to Greg as she picked up her fork and waved some of the salad speared on its prongs at him. "... And hell no. You had better freeze that jerk yourself. He tried to shoot me with my own gun. I'm grumpy at him." Feeling more than justified, she plopped the salad into her mouth and leaned over her plate.