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.
Her cheeks turned an deep red, and Megan huffed as she thrust the suit back onto the rack. "Of course I didn't!" She glanced around for somewhere to storm off too, as Maya had latched right onto her admission, but couldn't find a path not already blocked off by ladies with baby bumps.
Scowling, attempted to shrug it off nonchalantly. "I banged someone I tried to steal a giant pet spider from." Toying with the frill on a pink dress, she rolled her eyes innocently to the ceiling, "...After I emptied his apartment of booze."
She smirked. "A gender shifter for a kid? Can't say that wouldn't be a ton of fun, but it's probably more likely to turn out like the dad, or worse yet, me." Wrinkling her nose, she shifted through a rack of blue things, "'Course, given Nate's freaky huge spider pet, my mutation probably wouldn't be all that bad."
Now that she thought about it, a little brat with the ability to shift into shadows would be downright annoying. Maybe passing on her genes wouldn't be the worse choice, after all.
Wait... what had she just said? Had she told Maya about who the father was before? A quick, panicked brain search ensued while she picked apart all of the memories from visiting Maya and spilling the news. @#$%! She hand't told her yet! Maybe it would get shrugged off or something, if she didn't bring attention to it.
Trying not to look guilty, she lifted a little blue pants suit about eye level. "As far as I know it's a boy, or so says the doc. I have another ultrasound appointment coming up just to make sure, 'cuz the last one was a little early. Does this look cute, or like someone vomited lace and velvet onto a jumper?"
"Shoot... ya got me." What did kids need these days? From what she could remember as a child, running loose outside had kept her mostly entertained for a good long while. Considering that she lived in busy lil' New York City, though... kids rolling about on the streets didn't seem like such a good idea.
"Uh... Bottles, probably. Blankets too, and clothes. Can't have naked infants runnin' around, can we?" Then there was formula, and binkis, and diapers. Not to mention all of the things that went along with diapers. How much did diapers cost, anyway? Maybe she'd have to look into washable substitutes instead.
Chewing on her lip, she noticed that she'd started unknowingly rubbing her tiny baby-bump, and forced herself to quit. "Uuuh... I can already feel my bank account drying up, and the little monster hasn't even been born yet!" And yet, she was still heading pointedly toward a large store called The Baby Palace, to join an inevitable throng of women bustling about in different stages of parent-hood.
"I hope you know that i'm going to slap a baby carrier on you the first chance I get, so you ain't getting off scott free." She grinned lopsidedly at maya, and shuffled herself into the store. As expected they were immediately assaulted by soft pinks and blues from every direction. Pastel colors usually reserved for painted eggs and giant bunnies. The sheer volume of overwhelming cute was infectious, and Megan couldn't help but oogle all of the little dresses and suits.
With her spoon stuffed in her mouth, she nodded her head at Maya in greeting... then immediately regretted the mouthful of pain she'd just brought upon herself. Blinking away tears from the worst case of brain freeze she'd ever experienced, Megan (ever a glutton for punishment) dug her spoon back in and barely got out a greeting before she stuffed her gob again.
"About as ready as I am before a root canal." She glanced down at her barely touched treat, before chucking it into a waste bin at her side. One funny thing about pregnancy that she'd noticed was how food only tasted good the first few bites. After that it tasted like boiled leather shoes. She'd know, too, because Roach had once convinced her to try one.
"You ready to fork over some baby shower presents?" She grinned a shallow, tired grin, and stretched her back. "Where to first? I bet you're just dying to see me try on some muumuu's and stretch pants."
Jesus, this parenting this was no joke. How had her mum ever survived three kids?
Flipping through a manual she'd picked up at a book store the week before, Megan chewed at her bottom lip nervously. She honestly couldn't believe that she wanted to go through with it... really. She had never considered herself a kid person, to the point where she pointedly refused to be around the little ankle biters if she could help it. Yet here she was, wading waist deep into unknown waters with some guy she was only on friendly terms with, about to pop out a little miniature version of herself.
Mom... Megan the mom... ugh.
She shivered, rolling her magazine up before stuffing it in her pocket. She was one hundred percent sure she'd never get used to being called that. And, oh god... she hadn't even figured out how to tell her parents yet! Her sister already had a little monster of her own, so Mamma Rova's grandmotherly itch had already been satisfied for the most part, but how was she supposed to break it to the lot of them that she was bearing a child out of wedlock?
"..God, I need a #$@!in' icecream."
After a few minutes waiting in line, Megan returned to the spot she was due to meet Maya, with the largest bowl of ice cream she could buy.
The voices around here were gradually growing more and more distant. Fading; muting. She attempted to move a few times, but was hindered by her body protesting, and the cheerful fellows watching over her. Laughter; they were laughing. Giggling like schoolgirls over her condition. Megan shook her head, trying in vain to clear her ears out, but still somehow managed to catch the repeated, amused, usage of 'Mutt'.
If this were... if this were that dream, you'd all be dead already. She mused to herself, unable to form the actual words with her lips. If this were that dream, you'd be six feet under and... and Allison would be.. would be safe. Another slow head shake sent the world spinning on her, and she flopped over onto her right side. The fuzzy images she was getting shifted and she struggled to understand why through the haze occupying her mind.
If she could just get a leg under her, she'd be up on her feet in no time...
The twenty six year old struggled with one arm to push herself up, but barely even budged from her spot on the floor. It was a rather pitiful attempt, but she wasn't really able to focus on that. The dark fuzzy edge that had been steadily creeping into her vision was threatening to overtake her completely, and she couldn't hear much anymore. Murmured words that she couldn't understand... She didn't even notice when James returned with someone new; someone who was obviously not Greg...
The others in the room did, though. They all recognized the man instantly, and a shocked, nervous silence followed. The Judge had just walked in the back door-- a mutant who was both powerful and not ashamed to flaunt it, given all of the publicity that followed him-- and they were literally standing with a beaten, bloody mutant woman at their feet. A few glances were shared, and then James was on the move.
... Perhaps a little prematurely, though.
The pool cue snapped clean in half, and the others jumped into action. A bat was raised, and Megan's own knife was palmed as the two who'd taken care of her prepared to launch an attack on the Judge.
"If it makes ya feel better, both of them hate me now. And Maxine punched my jaw black. You'd think at least she would be grateful. Pffft."
Not the Maxine she'd heard about. With an eye roll, Megan let the topic drop... for now. She flashes a tongue right back at him for pointing out her hypocrisy. "Guess you're right about that. I'm just not looking forward to ruining his life with the news." After a short pause, she corrected something, "... not with this news, at least, seeing as I'm stuck being involved."
The idea of Maya chasing Nate down with a bow and a few well places arrows brought a wicked grin to her lips, and she bit back a snort of laughter. Guess she knew who to turn to now, if or when things took a nose dive.
"Hey... would you wanna be the god parent? You're kind of the only person I know well enough to trust with a baby." Her gaze landed on the dog laying happily sprawled on her bed. "....My baby..."
...@#$%!
Tears pricked at her eyes again, and her face screwed up as she battled them back. "...mother#%@^in' hormones..."
"...So.. what, like... you saved the wrong girl?" She didn't quite get it. Not having been at the mansion at the time, seeing as she'd been caught up with...erm.. other things, she honestly had no idea what kind of chaos had been going down in the school. All she'd seen was the after math.. and the graves.
The memories saddened her all over again, and she reached out to punch the girl in the shoulder with a frown on her lips. "While I can't necessarily blame you for something that happened in a dream; D*ck move, Gwainya, d*ck move."
She made a mental note to track Ami down later and see how she was doing. "...I...what?" Unsure of what to say, she felt suddenly flustered. What did she want?
"...I... I don't really know. I haven't decided if I'm telling him yet."
Guess they were in the same boat, there. But not on the breaking up part. "You broke up?... Sh*t..." Megan didn't know Ami as well as she knew Maya, but figured she probably wasn't taking it too well. Most girls she knew didn't, when their boyfriend broke up with them. "Together?...ha! That's a riot... he's... uh.. he's not exactly the type I'd get together with." Too freakin' nice, if you asked her. That was his problem. Megan wasn't even sure she could connect with anyone in anything even resembling a romantic relationship, either. Not after her last debacle of love.
"This kinda just came out of a fling, is all." She shrugged and eyed the girl in front of her, "... What did you break up with Ami for? Did something happen in the dream?" One of these days she was going to hunt down the mutant responsible for that nightmare, and shove a heel clad foot up his butt.
The idea of Maya playing babysitter earned a laugh from Megan, which was actually very appreciated. It was nice to know that even though she'd really stepped in it big time, her friend was still... well, a friend.
She shook her head, a nervous, sheepish grin on her lips. "Nope, doesn't know a thing..."
"I guess the question is... are you going to keep the baby?..."
She nodded, then faulted. She'd already been to the doctor and had heard his concerns. There were of options of course, but none she really felt comfortable taking. "...yes, I am." Hearing the words coming out of her own mouth, though, was still kind of a shock.
"Just dunno what I'm going to do about all of that other stuff." Another pause, while she resumed petting Angua, then, "What... what would you do if you and Ami were in this position?"
Stewing in her own misery for a while, the twenty-three year old went over all of her options again. Two were completely off the table, which left very few remaining. Raise the kid on her own, or... or give over the parenting option to someone else. Hell, she couldn't even have a child around Greg without having to worry about him eating it!
Raising her head once more, she fixed watery eyes and drawn together brows on Nate. "... What do you want to do...?" He was, after all, the other half of this problem.
***
Grinning, she shrugged bare shoulders and tucked her hands into her dress pockets again. "I've never really been a fan of dates, so the more its not like one, the more comfortable I am going to be."
She paused, thinking it over, and grinned. "A small drink wouldn't hurt, though." Sauntering further into the place, she parked herself on the couch. "...got any games?"
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to out Nate while she was so upset. She didn't want her baby-daddy getting tarred and feathered before it was even born.
"Besides, if you killed him, who'd I pawn the kid off on all the time?" Managing a lazy grin now that the secret was out in the open. Well, one of her secrets, anyway. There was still Trent, Vicente, and a hoard of unmentionables lurking around.
.. Not to mention all of that Roach drama.
Megan felt dizzy again, paled considerably, and sighed. "...A better question would be how am I going to tell him he's a daddy?"
She sat reluctantly, plopping down with a good bit of unneeded force, and dropped her face into waiting hands.
"If this baby is... well, if he or she's gonna be happening, you still have choices."
The grumble she sent at him was muted by her palms. Which as probably for the best seeing as it had been mostly made up of cuss words. At the prospect of giving the child away, though, she raised her head and glared at him. "No." Her parents hadn't raised her to abandon her flesh and blood like that... And, yes... while she had technically run away from home and left her family behind, this was different! This was a child, as much as she hated to admit it. It washer child.
"...I don't want to just dump this kid off on someone like that, who knows where he... she.. could end up. It's just...I dunno, I don't know how to be a parent and stuff." Fiddling with her ring, she huffed again and continued. "...I'm scared, okay? I'm not suited to be nurturing... it's not in my DNA."
Her face returned to her hands, and she groaned. "Can this just be another stupid dream? Someone kill me already, I wanna wake up."
Then hormones kicked in and she burst into tears. Big, goopy tears. "...#$@% my liiife." A second later, her mood shifted, and she took a spike of anger out on an innocent-bystander-pillow.
"..Goddamn mood swings are going to be the death of me... I nearly punched an old lady in the face on the way over here!" Of course, that lady may have deserved it... Who pats someone on the tummy and asks, 'How far along are you?' without expecting a black eye?
Old people, that's who.
"I'm not made to be a parent, Maya. Kids make me want to break things." Sniffling, she got her emotions back under control temporarily, and hugged the pillow to her chest.
She was about to waggle her eyebrows again, but he tugged her along before she could. Instead, she felt content with grinning like an idiot as he steered her toward his car...
***
"So I guess we should spend some time figuring out what you want to do? I mean, did you-- um, do you want a kid?"
Turning, she speared him with a deadpan stare. "Do I want a child?.. I AM a child! I'm the biggest #$%@ing child in this whole goddamn city!" Throwing her arms in the air, as if to prove her point, she resumed pacing a hole in his floor.
"I went to a doctor when I realized what was going on, to see what I could do, and he told me that i'm too far along..." Crap... she was starting to feel sick again... and moody. Her Freakin' hormones had been out of control for nearly a month!