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.
Watching her hobo-date down to flute of bubbly, before them handing her one, was both massively amusing, and annoying at the same time. She stifled a giggle with a sip from hers, casting her eyes around the room. If she was in the mood to swipe a bunch of stuff, she couldn't think of a better place. Unfortunately, such thoughts would have to wait until after she accomplished her main task.
"Sooooo.... What the hell happens at these rich guy parties? Do we get pissed, or do we discuss foi gras? Or, you know....do coke in the bathroom? What happens at these?"
Megan nearly choked on her champagne. Swiveling her head around to make sure no-one has heard the very distinguished Dorian van Tripton say such a thing, Megan leaned in close enough to him that her breath danced along his neck and responded.
"I swear to god, if you make me shoot champagne out of my nose in front of a bunch of snobs, so help me i'll deck you." She spotted a pair heading toward them, an elderly couple, and smiled. "As for what happens... wait and see, will you?"
"William, what do we have here?" The woman raised a pair of gold rimmed spectables to her eyes, squinting at Megan and Matt. William, her husband, cleared his throat and adjusted the bow tie that was barely holding back a fine double chin. "I don't know, Mildred. I say, have we met before, chap?"
Megan pulled away from her date as if she'd been whispering sweet-nothings into his ear, and forced a timid smile and a blush.
Rising, she shuffled off momentarily, before returning with a blanket and a pillow. Tossing them unceremoniously at him, she snagged her drink and the medical kit in their place. "Mmm, some other girls couch? Scandalous." She turned to head off, paused, and turned back.
"If you wake up and i'm gone in the morning, don't bother with the door. No one in their right mind would think to tresspass here."
Briefly, she thought about warning him about the Sanctuary; It rubbed her all sorts of wrong ways. But then she remembered how little she cared, and dropped the subject entirely. To each his own, no matter how rotten. With a two fingered salute his way, she turned on her heel and headed for her own room, calling her goodnight over her shoulder as she went.
"Sweet dreams, birthday boy. Don't let the bed bugs bite~"
"That's good, cuz you'll most likely end up sleeping with some of them at some point during the night. Nosey little buggers." The grin was back, splitting her face from ear to ear as both tarantulas hovered a little closer expectantly. "I think it's body heat that attracts them. Either that, or they get lonely or something."
She shooed away the smaller spiders, closed her kit and pushed it away. "Speaking of sleeping..." Sipping her drink slowly, her eyes wandered to the ceiling and she mused to herself for a moment. "You can either crash on the couch, or risk sleeping in my roommates bed. He doesn't use it... I don't think. But.. eh, well you'll see if you choose that."
She paused in her work to listen, nursing her beer in one hand. "Gotta get yourself a better knife, if that's the case. You're little number is good, but it takes an eight inch blade to hit the heart in one go. Just about as deep for the kidneys." She'd know, she'd aimed for them specifically in the fight before she'd gone to the bar.
Which reminded her; she needed to strike another name off her list. Two down, three to go!
"Don't worry about the bugs." She waved her hand dismissively at the tarantula behind her, who had its blue eyes fixed pointedly on Ty. In fact, both of the large spiders were eyeing him, frozen like miniature statues except for the occasional twitch of a leg. "They don't do anything unless I tell them too."
Plucking up both spiders and gauze, she deposited it into the kit, and let the fuzzy arachnids crawl on her. She didn't feel the need to reply to him staying; she'd already offered. She did however, slip a glance at him when he brought up the fighting. This time without any sign of a grin, smirk, or smart-ass smile.
It wasn't something she usually talked about, other than the light banter she'd had with him earlier in the night. With a snort, she fixed a smirk back on her lips and set about fixing herself up. "I suppose you could say I do it often. Only recently with any real success, though."
She wasn't as willing to mention much more than that, at least not to someone she'd just met. "I grabbed your knife, by the way. I found it lodged in the bar." She nodded her head toward where she'd tossed her jacket. "... I take it you've lived on the streets before?" Either that, or he was some kinda mugger. Maybe gang member?... nah... most bangers would have had a much better tolerance to alcohol. She was hedging her bets on homeless, or thief. "Most people I know don't carry about knives like that unless they're lookin' for trouble."
Maybe he was just some stupid punk, like herself. Wandering around at night where she rightly shouldn't be, getting into trouble that's way over her head. Waiting for someone, somewhere, to hammer the final nail in her coffin.
Kit in hand, can in the other, she paused by the couch and evaluated him. Bruise, blood, scratches, and generalized unkempt-ness. "Nothin' that wasn't already that, mate." He looked no worse than she did on a good day, which was good. She didn't want to have to scrub blood out of the carpet. Again.
"You can crash here if you'd like. I ain't got anywhere to be tomorrow." Hmm... was it wise to offer such an invite, knowing full well her roommate could come home any moment? Shoot, what did she care? Ty seemed like he could handle himself well enough. Unless she gave him more booze, that is. "Either that, or you could hail a taxi or something." Seriously, she wasn't budging.
Her (third?) drink opened with a pop and a click. She sipped, before plopping back down and flipping her medical kit open. It was usually packed with everything she needed after one of her outings... but this time she was missing a roll of gauze. Without uttering a word, she ordered some of the spiders lurking in her bedroom to find her some and roll it out to her. While she waited, she peeled up various parts of her tank and plucked out gravel and glass, tossing them without much care over the back of the couch. She'd just vacuum later.
While she was busy picking and poking at various little cuts, the long, hairy legs of a black tarantula crested the cushions between Ty and herself. Another set of matching legs appeared on Ty's left, while a dozen or more smaller black spiders skittered into view on the carpet-- four dragging a fresh, clean roll of gauze behind them
"Heh... I used to be the same way." Free drinks from strangers were awesome, so long as you didn't take your eye off of it the whole time.
... and so long as said stranger doesn't turn into a giant monkey, then try to cart you off. Megan lifted her beer, silently toasting.
"'Course it's good. If you ate nothing but health food your whole life, you'd know how to make some damn good junk-food. Stuffing our faces every-now and then just wouldn't be worth it, otherwise."
Another sip of beer, and she let her head fall back to rest on the couch cushion. She was pretty tired, a little sore, but otherwise satisfied. She'd set out with the intention of getting her mind off of her troubles one way or another, and though things hand't exactly gone as planned, she'd done just that.
"... I think I've got glass in my spine. How're you holding up? Glancing at him, she allowed herself a brief moment of envy over his current state of intoxication, then drowned that feeling with the rest of her beverage. One crushed can tossed over the shoulder later, and she pushed herself back up to retrieve a medical kit and another beer.
Having already moseyed on over into the kitchen, she heard him from out in the living room and blinked. Grilled cheese? How... boring. Wrinkling her nose, she shrugged and tugged the fridge open to take a peek at what she had. Some kind of meat, chunks of plastic, an orange road cone, a tub of wilted salad...
Aha, cheese!
After examining it to make sure it was actually cheese, and also not tampered with in some fashion, she set about slicing and dicing, threw some bread and butter into a pan and got to cooking. It wasn't until she was halfway through actually making the damn thing, that the humor of what he'd asked hit her.
...had he just asked her to make him a sandwich?
Blue eyes narrowed, her grin grew slightly, and she flipped the grilled sammich onto a plate. On her way out of the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water for him, and a can of beer for herself. "One heart-stopping, vein-clogging grilled cheese." The plate was set down on the coffee table, after she kicked off a dusty old pizza box, and the water next to it. Megan plopped onto the couch, slouching into the corner. Her beer hissed as it popped open, she eyed it skeptically for a moment, before shrugging and gulping some down.
"S'what I do." She replied casually, bopping the button to her floor with a fist as they stepped onto the elevator. One short ride later and she stepped back out, leading her drunk buddy toward her home, er... second home, eh, third-ish home. She didn't much care for locking the door anymore, considering she didn't have anything to run from, so with a slight nudge from her foot the dented, banged up slab of metal swung open with an ominous creak.
"...Greg?" She wasn't currently on speaking terms with him at the moment, on account that he was a no-good-jerk-faced-stalker... but it was probably better to announce herself, and her guest, before the big bug thought she'd brought him home dinner.
Luckily, he wasn't home. The twenty six year old let go of her companion the moment she walked inside, kicking the door shut behind her, and shrugged off her coat. "Feel free to make yourself at home, but don't touch anything that looks broken or dirty. That stuff belongs to my roommate." Plucking another shard out of her arm, she deemed it unnecessary to change before cooking.
"What'dya want to eat? You name it, I can probably cook it." Hmm... she'd never asked him his name, had she? Somewhere in between sitting down beside him and coming up with that split second brawl she'd forgotten formality.
...Meh. Manners shamanners. "You can call me Charlotte, by the way."
Tucking her keys into the pocket of her coat, she plucked a thumb-nail sized piece of glass out of her arm. A goofy, adrenaline fueled grin crawled back onto her face, icy eyes sparkled, and she blew messy bangs out of her eyes while staring at the kid. Well, maybe not a kid. It was his birthday after-all, and he'd more or less just proven himself a man. Even if he had been slop-@#$% drunk the whole time.
She rolled her eyes, pursing her lips as if irritated by what he'd said. Then she grabbed him swiftly by the shoulders and planted one straight on him without any warning.
Twenty seconds later, she released him, threw an arm around his shoulders, and turned to head toward the elevator to her floor. "That's your birthday present. Don't ever say I didn't get you nothin'."
"Woo! YES! I could kiss you right now!" Twin barbs struck the mutant in the forehead. They sank in deep, and before the cords were ripped from the gun he got the full zap of electricity. He stumbled, howling in pain--SCREEEEBAMCRUNCH
... and then a patrol car slammed into him.
Behind, another three cruisers screamed to a halt, surrounding the fallen mutant. Megan didn't hazard a glance back, instead choosing to keep on going until they were well out of sight.
Not really knowing what to do with her passenger, she headed toward the apartment she shared with Roach, and prayed he wasn't there currently. Just to be safe along the way, she circled a few blocks before actually pulling up in front of her apartments, while glancing across the street at the gleaming, golden doors of the Sanctuary.
"C'mon. I'd say that shot you pulled back there has earned you another drink." She paused, glancing at him, and decided against that. "...or maybe something to eat, instead." He was one of those cute lightweights; She'd forgotten.
The twenty six year old climbed onto her vehicle, kicked the rest up, and veered away from the curb with all the grace and conviction of a fledgling bank robber on his first gig. She ripped down the street, her helmet forgotten on the cement behind, and picked up speed quickly. The mutant was still hot on her tail, inexplicably managing to catch up.
"There's a gun strapped to the left side of this bike! Grab it, aim, and shoot that #$%@^# in the face!" The monster took a swipe at her back tire and clipped it slightly. The glancing blow was still enough to cause her to swerve and swear colorfully until she got her bike back under control.
Hopefully, the kid would be able to reach her taser and aim well enough to actually hit their pursuer. It was the only long range weapon she had on her, and she wasn't looking forward to eating pavement if he clipped her tire again.
She snorted, not bothering to protest, and abandoned her basket as Maya directed her out of the store. "Hormones shmormoes." Still, she snickered at the comment. It was probably for the best though, seeing as she was starting to get a bit of a stomach ache anyway. Probably from that ice cream she'd scarfed down earlier.
"Yeah, yeah. I guess you have a point." Where was there to go, though? Maybe one of those super stores she never bothered to visit, because of the hoard of people who tended to shop in droves. "Maybe i'll get lucky and this kid will come out walking and talking. Then he can buy his own damn clothes!"
She earned a few more startled looks as she headed toward an escalator, and rubbed her upset tummy absently. "Actually... scratch that. I wanna buy a ton of little baby onesies with hilarious sayings on them, like 'I only cry when ugly people hold me' or 'My mom is hotter than your mom'." She could envision it now.
Oh god, what was she thinking?! "...Maya, mercy kill me if I ever actually do that."
A chair flew over both of their heads, crashing through a window as she made for an exit. Any exit. "You don't know the half of it, kid." She replied, oddly jolly for someone facing down a swift and violent end.
A figure appeared in her peripheral vision; a glance over and she saw that the mutant was quickly crawling his way along the wall past them. He was going to block their path by intercepting them at the door. Like bloody hell, he is! Megan changed courses last second, throwing herself out the shattered window instead. She landed and rolled, ignoring the crunch of broken glass and stinging from where it had jabbed into her. There were more pressing matters at hand than a few wee cuts.
A howl of rage rang out from inside, as the mutant shifted course to follow. Still dragging her companion along, she hauled ass out down the sidewalk they had ended up on, and turned the corner with the beast hot on their heels. Around the corner, up ahead of them, her motorbike sat waiting. "Get on the bike!" She pointed forward, slowly only so she could nudge the redhead onward. People were filtering out of the bar, scattering all over the place in a panic. Megan tried to use that to her advantage by tripping a bar patron into the path of the oncoming monster, before she too headed for her bike.
Two were down; one to go. The kid had re-appeared, but when she spotted him he didn't seem to be doing so well. She new that look, too. Chuckling, she righted herself and stepped toward the last man standing. He wasn't much too look at, being smaller than the other two she'd faced, but he wasn't currently nursing a broken nose, and hadn't had a heavy wooden chair broken over him, which meant he was the least injured.
Spitting blood off to the side, she pointed her knife at him, wiggling it slightly in invitation.
RRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!
The bar fell silent immediately. All eyes spun to the once hunched over figure of the man Megan had knocked out with her beer bottle. He was up now, back facing the room as his shoulders shook and trembled. It almost looked like he was having a fit of some sort, what with all the jerking and growling he was doing.
That all changed though when he started to visibly shift. His shoulders broadened, arms stretching out wide as his sides as his back arched. His forearms started to elongate, hands bending and stretching into flesh colored points. The clothes he had been wearing ripped and tore, falling off of his body in shreds as he finished mutating into something straight out of a horror movie. Something entirely alien, that no longer resembled the human it had come from.
And it was pissed.
"Ohs%$#! Time to go!" Ignoring the startled man she'd been about to fight, she sidestepped and headed straight for the birthday boy. A table crashed into the bar behind her, splintering down the middle. She straight up hopped over a stray bar stool and reached down to try and grab her new friends arm, intent on forcefully dragging him up and out of danger with her. Meanwhile, chaos erupted in the building. The blonde bartender finally managed to get on the phone with the authorities, but they were having a hard time understanding her over the screaming everyone else was doing.
Another eardrum shattering roar rose above the shrieks, the only warning Megan was going to get that mutant-man was gonna charge. Freaky head down, freakier arms a'swingin'.