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.
With her plate prepared, she sat and waited for them to finish up and join her. Honestly, she'd expected them to be gone longer, but considering how random Greg could be sometimes she just shrugged it off. Maybe it was because he had that guy with him. Whatshisface.... Sysomething.
Blue eyes narrowed at the large bug as he strolled out in a bathrobe. She angled her fork at him. "....That isn't my bathrobe." She paused, doing a quick mental check through all the various things he could have possibly done with hers if he had in fact used it, but was distracted when he made a big fuss out of the meal she'd prepared. "It's leftovers, mostly. Nothing all that special."
Her gaze slid to Roaches guest. Bodyguard. Whatever. Sylar, as Greg pointed out. She waggled her fork at the food, and then at him. "Help yourself, Sylar. Want anything to drink besides water?"
Nodding, she turned and headed back out of the alley toward where she'd parked her bike. She stopped on the sidewalk when her spiders started to chime in about two figures further off down the road.
Listening to the mental jumble of information, she stared off down the sidewalk past where the working streetlights ended. Gradually voices started to fade in. Male... Loud; they hadn't realized Megan and Ty were there yet. Slurring. Great, drunks.
"... So I says to 'im, Hey. Listen pal, you don't wanna get on my badside. You ain't gonn-- gonna like me when you on my badside." The two men chuckled and one tossed an empty can behind him. The Sound of aluminum clinking and scraping across cement echoed over to where Megan was standing.
They sure didn't seem much of a threat currently. Just two drunken sods meandering the streets at night. Megan peeled her eyes away from them and headed for her bike again. The engine purred to life beneath her, and she waited for Ty to hop on.
Pausing beside Greg, she eyed him for a moment before giving in. "Alright, fine. Don't take too long though." She turned to head back to the bathroom, before pausing again. "And get my gun back from him if you can!" As soon as she was safely back in the bathroom, she set about filling the tub and left the shotgun leaning up against the wall beside the door.
After she was scrubbed clean, she donned a pair of comfy sweats and a tank top, and headed for the kitchen. It had been a while since she'd last gotten to sit down and actually enjoy a meal with Greg, but considering they had a party of three tonight she was going to have to get a little more creative. From her half of the fridge she wiggled out a large turkey pan with a previously roasted hunk of meat inside. It would only need about twenty minutes in the oven to get the juices bubbling again; while that was cooking, she set about pan-searing some chicken for herself, potato salad from left over baked taters, and a large bowl of salad. Greg never ate any of it, but she wasn't quite sure what Sylar ate, exactly.
By the time the boys were back, she was finishing setting the table for three, filling cups with water, and laying out the finished food. Once done, she plopped into her seat and reached for the salad bowl.
Gasping in a few shaky breaths, she eyed Roach first and then... whatever the hell that was on the floor second. Briefly she gave some consideration to aiming the shotgun at it, before she tossed that idea out. Whoever it was, freaky tail and all, if Roach wasn't trying to eat him he was probably okay. "Yeah, yeah. Nice to see you to, Greg."
Her eyes turned to newly named Sylar, and she gaze him a quizzical once over. "Really, Roach, can you please stop dragging things in off the street?" She paused, an accusing squint aimed at Greg, "... he better not have touched any of my things. You know I don't like my things touched."
With a huff, before either of them could answer to any of her questions, she started peeling off her bloodied clothes, and kicked her boots off near the door. She was rather tired, hungry, and wasn't much of a fan of having someone else's blood drying on her skin. "I'm gonna go take a bath. I'll start dinner when i'm out." Stomping past stark naked, she left her dirty clothes in a pile to be taken care of later, and headed around the corner toward the bathroom. No sooner then the bathroom door had clicked shut, a loud, drawn out string of curse words started up from next door.
Megan swore, banging issued forth from the bathroom, and she came stomping back out clad in a towel with her stolen shotgun resting on her shoulder. "F*&#in' pacific islanders just don't know how to @#%$ing die!" Casting an irritated side-long glance at Roach, she started for the door.
Megan's eyes landed on Maya, and the intensity within hardened. The mirror walker wasn't budging; With her hands on Megan's handlebars, that much was obvious. "Who said anything was wrong? Maybe i'm having the time of my f$@%in' life."
Her hands returned to the handles of her bike, heedless of Maya's hands already being there."Don't you have some kind of girlfriend to run along home to?"
She was getting more and more irritated. Not necessarily because of Maya's presence alone, but because Roach was supposed to be meeting her at the kids house. With her luck he was already there and waiting.
Her bikes engine VRIIMed insistently louder as she tightened her grip on the controls, and her frown deepened.
Bug house was relatively quiet today, or at least as quiet as it could get with Roach in the apartment. What seemed like a sleepy evening to anyone living outside, inside there was a storm brewing that at least one complex occupant wouldn't survive.
A few weeks earlier Megan had stumbled across something in the shared bathroom. A little black camera. It had been tucked inside a light fixture so carefully, that she wasn't sure how long it had been there without her noticing. Immediately, she'd sent out some sentries to scour the area. What they eventually found was more than enough evidence for her to act; but not right then. She'd decided to wait for a bit and deal with the camera's owner later.
A few weeks had passed, and she was on her way home from a rather long, tiring job. Some people just don't wanna die, you know? Having already parked her bike in the lot down below, she was striding towards her apartment door when she paused, and her eyes lingered on her neighbors door. The camera incident came floating back to her, as well as the information she'd managed to collect. Perhaps it was time to pay her neighbor a nice, friendly visit?
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Thirty minutes later the deafening boom from a 12 gauge shotgun shook the walls. Directly after two smaller, uniform shots from a different weapon followed... and then very loud cursing. Lastly, the cursing was swiftly put to an end with one more jolting boom from the 12 gauge. Then... silence.
Moments later, the front door to Roach's apartment violently swung open, bouncing solidly into the wall, and Megan stumbled in with a sleek black shotgun in hand. Out of breath and with a good deal of red spattering the front of her, she paused to lean up against the wall, and moved to kick the door closed again.
Smirking at him, Megan giggled on the inside. Even though one of those asses that he'd seen was probably her's. Would he even know it was her's though? She'd purposefully cut contact with Marvin after the surgery, both because he was an class A creeper, and because she knew it was needed if she wanted to integrated seamlessly into her new life as Charlotte.
She snorted. Good lot that had done her. He'd still tracked her down anyway.
"That's a lot more power than I thought he'd have." Idly, she wondered if Ty just say things, or if he could hear things as well. She'd gone into this knowing he might find out things about her, but now she was wondering if it were possible that he might end up knowing more than she did.
"Hmm." Turning her back on him, she eyed the remainder of the ally around them. She wasn't sure how much more information he'd get off of boxes and walls. "Should we move on to the next location, or do you think you can get more information here?"
Fast food wrappers, paper bags with bottles inside, unmentionables. Rubbish. Nothing but rubbish. Megan paused her search when Ty spoke up, and turned toward him.
The onslaught of information he gave her, even if most of it wasn't much of a use to her, was amazing. She found herself grinning despite her dour mood, and crossed the ally to stand beside him as he took a breather. "Thirties?..." She echoed, tapping her chin with a gloved finger. "But he comes here often; that's exactly the kind of information I wanted." Even if he wasn't here right now, that at least meant she could expect him to be here sometime in the future. "...If we don't find anything on this hunt, I should have a good chance of finding him if I stake this place out for a while." Eyeing the corners around her, she was properly satisfied with how many hiding spots she'd have for her spiders.
Still, even with an age and slight description, there wasn't much to go on yet. She was too determined to track the guy down to give up just yet, especially when Ty's power made things look so hopeful.
Across from her, half buried under a length of cardboard, she spotted the corner of a wooden crate peeking out. Long determined strides carried her over to it quickly, and with care she didn't usually possess, she uncovered it.
"... What about this over here?" It was broken in on one side, but still probably usable as a make-shift chair. Pursing her lips, Megan stood and crossed her arms. Not far away from it was another pile of aged, weathered cardboard. She could only hazard a guess at what was underneath. "And over there, too."
Once he had a firm grip on her, she put the pedal to the metal and followed her mental map back to where she'd first met Marvin on that fateful day. She recalled vividly how real the illusions had seemed, but was also pretty damn sure the mutant at least needed something underneath them for it to work.
After thirty minutes of silence, she pulled her bike of the road and killed the engine. Just down the sidewalk a little ways was the entrance to the alley she'd told Ty about. In the dark it looked a helluva lot more ominous than it had in daylight. "This is it." After sliding off her ride, she shook herself in order to release some of her spiders. Five of them tumbled out and skittered away, narrowly avoiding footsteps, into the shadows. Keep an eye out. Alert me if anything strange happens.
After the silent command had been given, she cinched her coat open, the one she'd worn on many 'jobs' since join the Lilith's, and made sure the blade tucked away inside was secure, and easily removed if the need arose. The darkly lit street around them was void of life save for the two of them and Megan's hidden arachnid detectives; but in a way that only made the scene eerier.
Megan's boots clomped softly along as she started forward toward the back ally. She tucked her hands into her coat pockets and turned to peer over her shoulder at ty, the yellow-white light of streetlamps turning her eyes a light sea foam green in color. "when I was here last he'd made the place look like a room. There were walls with wall paper, Chairs, end tables- you name it. He'd been seated himself when I happened up. I think he must have been sitting on something solid for the illusion to work. Maybe a crate, or a box of some sort."
Just as before the darkened hovel was a mess of strewn litter and random objects. Megan started kicking around in piles looking for something specific-- a shoe. She could still vividly remember getting two of them thrown at her before she'd realized Marvin was in there among the filth.
When he met back up with her she already had her bikes engine purring away. Turning slightly at the sound of him approaching, she peered at him through the shaded eye-shield of her helmet, and silently held a second helmet out toward him. "The slums. First time I met this guy was in a back ally. The neighborhood we'll be going into hardly every changes, so finding something he's touched shouldn't be completely impossible." Megan wiggled forward a little, allowing him a little extra room behind her. Her bike wasn't too small, but when two people hopped on it tended to get a little cramped. Thankfully this wouldn't be his first joyride with her.
"The people don't change much either, so keep yours eyes and ears peeled while we're there. I met this guy in broad daylight last time, and I was still sure i'd get jumped at some point."
Once he was on, she pulled away from the curb smoothly and pulled a U-turn. She didn't know what was waiting for her once she got there, and she held no illusions that her plan would work out, but after everything she'd gone through she'd at least give it a try.
She snorted, "I haven't got any plans for the foreseeable future." In fact, the longer she stayed off the radar, the better. What better way to achieve that then by vanishing off on a dark adventure with a fellow mutant?
"..." Ty described his power a little more, and she felt her frown deepen. If he could see an entire like through just toughing something, had he seen anything of hers? If so, what? Icy eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, before she wrinkled her nose and averted her gaze. There was no real point in grilling an accomplice for information before their job had even started. Eve so, though... "If you happen to see anything about me along this journey, I'll trust I can count on you to keep it to yourself."
It wasn't so much a question as a statement. One she hoped she got across with a pointed look, before she straightened and stood from her perch. Moving swiftly back o the task at hand, she tucked her worries away to be contemplated later."I can take you to the place I first met him. There'll probably be something left over from out meeting there. If not, I can take you to the second place I met him, and we can try there."
With a little wave, she beckoned him away and hooked one leg out the open window. "I'll meet you outside." Ducking out, she started down to the street below. She didn't care if he followed out the window, or if he took the more logical route down like a normal person.
Damnit... Maya was blocking her in. The Spider mutant frowned slightly, but dropped her hands from her handlebars and crossed her arms. It didn't surprise her that her roommate had been worried; she'd snuck out from some time alone the first chance she'd gotten and just sorta... not come back. Roach had filled the void inside her rather easily by, well.. just being himself. It was easy to forget things around him, and even easier to steep in her own anger and self pity.
In response to Maya's question, she shrugged and fished for something to say. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she'd be back. It was better if she was just... gone. or at least it was easier if she was. Hiding in the shadows with Greg, doing the things she needed to get done at night.. spending the rest of her time sleeping.
"I... dunno. Look, I really can't talk right now. I've got stuff I need to get done." A little irritation slipped into her voice, and she purposefully avoided looking at Mirror.
A grin curled her lips, and she snorted. "I'm surprised you even remember that. You were plowed."
While he adjusted his hair, she adjusted her position again. Un-crossing her legs and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, she pinned her eyes on the floor at her feet. "There's a guy i'm trailing. A mutant." Her eyes flicked up and focused on him again, while her expression morphed into an icy frown.
"He's some sort of illusionist: able to change himself and things around him in the blink of an eye. I've contacted him twice before in the past, but all I know about him is his name so far. Marvin."
"... I've noticed that you're pretty handy; that you know stuff." Or, at least she'd been led to believe that by how Roach spoke of him.
"I need you... to help me find this man. I need you to help me track him down tonight." The dark haired woman paused, her gauze darkening, "... So that I give him what he deserves."
Hmm? Her heart jumped, she turned her head and caught sight of where her name had been uttered. The only people she'd been associating with for the last few months were Roach and... well, people that either couldn't or wouldn't speak her name like that. When she spotted who specifically had called her out, her heart did another back flip in her chest.
Maya. Sh****t.
Since the... er... since things had happened, she'd left the mansion and cut contact with almost everyone. Roach and the few people he forced her to run into were the only living beings unlucky enough to have to suffer through her presence.
"...Uh, Maya." Well, not exactly a Hi, how are you!? but it was currently the best she could come up with while her mind blazed away trying to figure out what to do. She had the immediate urge to hit the gas without another word and speed away. Though... there was no saying that the mirror walker couldn't just magic her way over to wherever Megan ended up. Sitting and talking though was both painful, and dangerous. While she didn't presume that Maya was an innocent goody-goody X-man, she wasn't about to fool herself into believing that she'd be OK with Megan trying to burn a teenagers house down.
Improvise, Megan! Improvise!
"I'm good. On my way to the store." She glanced back at the saddle bag, winced, and sighed. "What are you up to?"