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.
Smirking, Megan didn't bother to budge from the window. The sudden light sent spots dancing across her vision from the stark contrast. "Nice to see you again, too." Honestly, she didn't know what his problem was. Unless he was terrified of arachnids, or of being naked. She wasn't flustered; wasn't like it was the first time she'd seen him in his skivvies anyway.
... Damnit, yep. She'd definitely crossed the line into creeper-ville at some point.
Casually crossing one leg over the other, she caught a spider in her hand and watched it skitter over her fingers. "Nice...ah..." She scanned his room with her eyes quickly, before fixing them back on him. A now fully clothed him. "Anyway, I've got something to take care of. Something... rather important. Wanna come play?"
Normally Megan wasn't one to seek help for her own jobs. It was much easier to get in and out with just herself and her spiders, than it was for her to try and drag someone with her. (Not to mention getting shown up by someone tagging along with you. Tch, how embaressing)
But... this was an unusual circumstance. The 'job' Megan was dealing with wasn't an easy one considering who she was going after. This one just happened to be a mutant-- most of the others occupying her list were human-- but this one was particularly foul.
He was the one who'd gotten her in contact with the doctor who had changed her appearance. Now, she wasn't sour about that; it had actually been favorable for her. No, this wasn't personal, or revenge motivated. This was about justice (believe it or not). The Doctor hardly lived up to his name. He was a horrible, foul excuse of a being and in her mind that meant he needed to be wiped off the face of the earth. He used people. Toyed with mutants and humans alike, and had been blackmailing her for more than two years. But, the Doctor was far to powerful for her to go after.
The mutant who'd taken her to him was just as bad, however. He preyed off of the weak and needy in order to fill his own pockets. Looking back, she should have gutted him right then and there when she had the chance. He was some sort of illusionist, so she had no idea what his real face looked like. She didn't know where to find him, or how to get into contact with him. All she had to go on was the last to locations where she'd met him before.
Thankfully for her, Megan knew someone who could help. He'd be her ace up the sleeve, and she was sure with his help-- if he agreed to help-- she'd be able to track the tricky bastard down.
.... Maybe that was why she'd stalked Ty for a few days, tracking his movements once she'd learned from roach where he lived. Perhaps that was also why she'd waited until night to maneuver her way up to his bedroom window, and why she was currently inching his window open as silently as possible before letting herself in.
When had she transformed into such a creeper?
Plopping down on the windowsill, Megan let her eyes adjust to the dark and ordered a handful of spiders to go wake up her sleeping prince for her.
Her list was long, but time growing short. Many of the names she's scrawled into her book were too powerful for her to take on alone, or directly at least. She'd been gone from Roach's for three days now, and knew at some point he was sure to come looking for her.
But... she probably had time for one last stop.
Steven was number 13. An unlucky number for must; Steven included if Megan had anything to say about it. He wasn't a problem for her, however. Rather small compared to some of the other people she was scoping out. But, he'd definitely done something worthy of ticking her off, and thus had ended up on her sh*t list.
So, she was going to attempt to set his house on fire.
See, Steven was a bratty high-school student who liked to take out his hormonal teen rage on mutants. She'd from a friend of a contact that Steven's most recent victim had gotten his arm broken in an after school brawl. That was enough for her to want to make the little sh*t pay.
So what if arson was maybe a little too much? She'd done it before. On accident, and not-so-much.
Checking her wristwatch to make sure it was well past the time Steven's house was supposed to be vacated for a Halloween party, she sat astride her motorbike at an intersection, waiting for the light to change. In the saddle bag strapped across the passenger seat behind her she had her supplies prepped and ready.
The guy who'd bumped into her was more than a little startled by her volatile reaction. Immediately his hackles rose, and he was on the defensive. "Yeesh, it's just a little beer lady. It'll wash out."
Then, only moments after the words had left his mouth and before his rather intoxicated brain could fathom their impact, he noticed for the first time that the lady dripping with beer was a lady. One of the many wonderful things about alcohol was its miraculous power to make everything that comes out of your mouth sound awesome to you; whether or not it actually is. This was one of those scenarios. Jerkily, since he was already well on his way to being pickled, the man reached up to slick his hair back and grinned at the woman. Sure, he had a girl at home and everything, but this was a party! Probably the last party he'd ever have before getting married!
"So... how bout' I buy you a drink or somethin'?"
Behind him some distance, and desperately trying to catch up, Johnny was snapping his head around in an attempt to find his drunk soon-to-be-married buddy before he did something bad. It was so crowded that he almost missed the sight of him over by the bar. With a sigh, John started to make his way over. If he didn't brad would just end up with another pint of two in him, and black out before the night was over.
He'd nearly made it within hearing distance of his friend when someone stepped out and blocked his way. A woman, tall-ish with broad shoulders, who was decked out in neon colored clothes that very nearly matched the lights flickering like fireflies across the walls and ceilings of the club.
"What's the hurry, cutie?"
Johnny stopped in his tracks as a puzzled look crossed his features. He didn't recognize her at all... in fact, with bright pink hair and... were those yellow contacts?... he was positive he'd never seen her before in his life.
...why was he getting the strangest sense of deja vu then? "Uh... excuse me, I can-" He made to step around her, but she placed a hand firmly against his chest.
"Aww, wassa'matter? Don't you wanna dance?" She grinned at him; A wide, wolfish grin.
Some things in life never come easy. People struggle all day every day to earn advances in careers; to maintain the delicate patchwork of relationships with friends and family; to wake up in the morning, slap a smile on their faces, and get though just one more day, because tomorrow will surely be better, right?
Some, not all, but some people struggled the same with other things. Things most never came into contact during their brief flashes of existence. Johnny wasn't lucky enough to count himself among that crowd.
Once... a long time ago, he'd been just like them. Little ant-people scurrying about from place to place; home to job, job to home. The same cycle over and over with intermittent, sporadic bursts of random in between. Then... then he'd woken up from that dream... He'd woken up from visualizing himself as a... a monster. The things he'd done... the punishment he'd ultimately received for it....
Top this day, after dozens and dozens of therapy sessions, he still got shivers from it.
After he'd woken up, he'd swiftly gotten dressed, left the girl he'd hooked up with the night before without a word, and driven home. Shamefully, he'd crawled into bed with his girlfriend of three years, buried his face in her hair and contemplated his life until the sun rose. Within the span of a week after he'd found himself a psychotherapist, proposed to his girlfriend, and doubled his efforts at work.
Now, after so much time had passed he was happily married with child number two on the way. His best bud was soon to be married and celebrating the night with all his closest friends, which was why Johnny was hanging around a club in the middle of the night.
~~ As most girls know, grudges are hard to let go of. It takes an extraordinary amount of strength to forgive someone who has wronged you, as well as compassion and understanding. Strength, Megan had. Those last two she was sadly lacking in these days.
Rova wasn't know to easily forget, and had never been the type to shrug things off. She'd had her ear to the ground for a while, eager for any information she could get her hands on, and finally-- finally-- she'd snagged a juicy lead. Johnny, as she knew him, was due to be a this club. She'd heard he wouldn't be alone, either. What she knew of him now was vastly different from when she'd first had the displeasure of meeting him.
Still, life-turn-around or not, she had a score to settle with that jackass. She, and 17 other women.
Adjusting her hair and outfit one last time, she strolled out of the bathroom and glanced around the rhythmically rolling dance floor. Somewhere out there Johnny was waiting for her to find him.
"...." How was she supposed to explain it? ""Enough." She muttered. Everything was still fuzzy. Too diluted to piece together into a big picture. Too many puzzle pieces were still missing. The words she would remember though, even while fractured, were enough on their own.
At some point something had done wrong. Megan couldn't pin down an exact point however; there were too many. She knew that she'd been taken down- outnumbered and over powered- and that in doing so she'd left Allison on her own. She could also vaguely recall a nagging sense that something wasn't right inside. Like... like she was disconnected from herself somehow. It was an infuriatingly familiar feeling that she couldn't put a finger on.
"...What... what happened after I..." Her voice, heavy with foreign guilt, cracked and she pulled away, turning her back on Allison again. "Greg said someone else was there. Someone got us out or something... Who, who was it?"
She couldn't remember anything about that. Hadn't seen anyone or heard anything. Everything past a fleeting glimpse of red on the floor, until she'd woken up a few minutes ago was missing. Just a black, gaping hole in her memory.
Her head was starting to hurt again from poking and prodding at her fractured timeline of the last night... or had it been more than one night? How long had she even been out for that matter? With a groan, she shuffled back towards the exam bed and plopped onto it.
A smirk pulled at one corner of her mouth, and Megan started to reign herself in a little. The game wasn't much fun anymore when people caught onto it. With a slight sigh, she set about poking through her own food, wishing it were a mug brimming with spirits rather than a plate topped with pancakes.
...Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers, and if it helped with rolling stomach and the jackhammers in her head she'd be more than thankful.
Megan didn't wait for either of them to sit down, before she started eating. The sooner she had food in her stomach, the sooner she'd stop feeling like #$%@. Hopefully. Still, she paused in eating to answer the question thrown at her; she had some manners after all. "I'm not new. Been here a while."
At least two yeas now, if she was correct. Then again, she wasn't really counting how long she'd lived in the damn place, just how long she'd been stalking it's halls. "...Haven't you been lurking around here for ages now, Medu-- Andrea?"
It was hard, but not impossible, to keep a smirk on her face. In fact, she managed a rather polite smile. Polite, and maybe a little venomous. While she waited for an answer, she cheerfully took a bite of one speared-on-a-fork sausage.
.... been keeping tabs on her? Spying on her, more likely. The anger that would have normally come with such an admission was temporarily ignored due to Allison's silence. Why was she being so quiet?
Roach suddenly deciding to leave and taking all of the other people with him made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. What had happened?
She was alone with Allison in the room, hurting in an assortment of different places, and her left ear had just started to ring. It was then that she saw it... the way Allison was clinging to herself. The way she was hiding her face. The silence. This was not the Allison she knew. Is was not the girl so full of piss and vinegar that she made Megan a little jealous sometimes.
... this was someone entirely different.
Megan thought back; she thought hard. She scrubbed and scoured her memory, cursing under her breath as she stood and paced around in small circles-- ignoring the protests of her body this caused. Then, all of the sudden, she had it. She recalled more words, though faint and haze. She saw glimpses of what had happened, and could feel phantom pains from the beating she had taken.
Her back was turned to Allison at that point, but from the look of her it would be easy to tell what she'd just remembered. Her spine straightened uncomfortably. Her shoulders squared and tensed, and she clenched her fists at her side. Her brow was wrinkled, eyebrows drawn tightly together, and her jaw was clenched so hard it popped in annoyance.
She knew words were useless if she were right about this... about what had happened. She knew that there was nothing she could say to make it better, and nothing she could do to make the pain go away.
Without a word, she turned to Allison and crossed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around the girl gently and hugged her. "Aura... do you want me to go get her?"
Clothes were clothes; didn't matter to her where they came from. Or, apparently, who'd owned them last. None of the names Greg dropped were familiar, so she ignored them. "Thanks, Greg." She pulled the shirt on and then worked on the sweats, glad to be rid of her old pants which were sticky and uncomfortable. She wanted to try and introduce Alli to greg, but figured that the whole 'tried to eat her' thing would kinda get in the way. People didn't tend to react kindly to it.
"So...someone saved us?" And from what exactly? "... I... uhm... i'm having a hard time remembering stuff. How bad was I, exactly?" She had a vague idea, based on how many people were still hovering behind her, but getting an exact description was probably best.
Her eyes turned to Allison, who was still... shying away from everyone, and she paused. "... How bad were you? Did they already patch you up?" She pointed a thumb at the healers.
Then... paused again. Something was coming back, faintly. One word... Mutt. A dark expression settled on her face, and she shifted her eyes back to Greg.
Oh hey, and there was a Roach too. Great, an Allison, a Roach... why was she cold alluv the sudden? "What--"
And then very familiar buggy hands were pulling her back up. She was grateful at first, and then when everything pitched suddenly to the left, she regretted it. "...What happened? Where are those... those..." Though hazy still, memories were slowly starting to creep back to her. The patrol, the alley... someone dying, and a short fight. She couldn't recall words, nor faces just yet, but emotions were coming back strong.
It didn't register that she was shirtless, seeing as when she glanced down all she saw was ugly, body devouring bruises. "The #%$^?! It suddenly made sense to her why she'd woken up on a table, surrounded by people poking and prodding at her. Allison being involved was a bad sign, especially since she was clinging to herself and looked downright... bad, but Roach being involved had her worried. No, actually, more than worried.
Allison moved the boy out, a boy Megan hadn't bothered to notice enter, and the twenty six year old pinned her gaze on Greg. She'd probably be able to pry info out of him later... once Allison wasn't around. But first;
"Who's the mother@#$%er I've gotta kill for this?" She was tired and out of it, and it reflected in her voice and actions. Her knees threatened to buckle, so she happily set herself back down on the floor before she could crumple.
Suddenly, the screams stopped. Footsteps could still be heard from on the other side of the curtain, but otherwise all was quiet.
"You tried to eat me!"
"uuh... he tries to eat everyone. S'his way of sayin' hi..."
Groaning again, the twenty six year old cracked an eye open and found that she was staring at a ceiling. She also discovered that it was hard to move... and she couldn't recall how she had gotten onto a table. Nor why there were curious faces peering down at her from above.
If this was some kinda abduction, they were doing a poor job at it.
Someone touched her ribs, and a lightnight bolt of pain struck her. She managed not to scream this time, instead hissing through her teeth and weakly batting at the offending mutant. "Get the hell away from me!" Where the @#$% was she? Why had she heard Roaches voice, and Allis--
...Allison...
"...Allison!" An equal mix of panic and anger pushed past the pain, driving her to push herself up against the protests of her body. She had herself up and off the table quicker than her healers would have expected, and before they could try and corral her back in she'd torn straight through the curtains.
Blinking more times than was normally required, as the world was fuzzy and didn't seem to want to sit in one place for too long, it took her a moment to notice where the girl had backed herself into a corner. She all but ignored Roach for the moment, lurching toward her fellow Lilith, and collapsed onto her knees a step away from the ink wielding mutant.
There were a lot of questions that needed asking, many of which had to do with what had happened and if she was okay... but words just didn't seem to want to come together at the moment. She wasn't even really processing that she's nearly died.
The doctor threw more meaningless information at her. Blood tests to be done, exams to be preformed. It was recommended that she rest, and stay on mansion grounds until things within her body returned to normal. No pills were prescribed, as there were plenty of ways for mutants to nullify the pain she was feeling without unneeded chemicals.
She refused. The pain was her own, and was currently better than the emptiness inside. After a while she was left alone in the room, except for Maya by her side. More than a few tears had escaped, but she'd more or less managed to control herself.
Her stomach still hurt, a physical twisting now combined with a mental anguish. "... Guess I won't be needing those onesies after all." Sighing, Megan clasped her hands in her lap and leaned on her elbows heavily. "Meh. It's probably for the best. Me being a mom was kindof'a joke anyway, right?... Now it's just one less thing I have... have'ta worry about."
She could get past this... sure. She could get past anything. Nothing had stopped her yet, even though she'd had some close calls. This was just another bump in the road.
... just.. just another bump.
"...I gotta get outta here. I need some air.. or.. or Sh*t." Somehow, even if she tried really, really hard, she didn't think anything short of a coma would make this problem go away fast enough.
Hmph. Nobody had a sense of humor anymore. She grumbled something about getting his feathers ruffled, and then fell silent. Mrs. Gorgon wasn't staring at her anymore, which was good because nearly every time she looked at the woman's face she got the urge to stomp on it. When Andrea stood and wandered away from her plate, though, she spared a glance at her.
Oh, how nice was that? She was offering to get bird-boy something to drink. "Get me a glass of O.J. while yer up, will ya?" Medusa shot her a look and a frown, but seemed to be heading for the fridge anyway. What? She already over there. It wasn't like getting an extra glass was gonna kill her.
In fact, Megan took advantage of the Greek having left her plate unguarded to potentially prolong her life. Greasy, fatty sausage was terrible for ones health you know. She snatched a sausage and popped it into her mouth, and chewed contently.