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.
Nerves got the better of her for a moment, and she scratched the back of her head.
"Meeeegan... what the hell?!"
Glancing at her friend, she followed her gaze and balked. "oh! Oh god no, not that!" That was a whole different story all together... "I mean, that's something, but it's not the issue here." Turning to face Maya on the bed, she calmed herself and crossed her arms over her chest. With every ounce of control in her body, she schooled her expression into a blank slate, and made sure not to fidget or bat an eyelash as the next few words left her mouth.
"I'll bet it is." It seemed like every girl Gawainya knew had "it's complicated" tacked onto her name somewhere. Well, maybe except for Ami. They seemed to do pretty well together. With a chuckle, she took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders back, battling away the ill feelings as best she could.
"So. What mischief have you been up to?"
Megan cringed, and rolled her eyes to the ceiling. Now or never, right? "...oh.. you know, the usual. Getting into trouble... getting out of that same trouble..." She wiggled on the spot, fiddling her hands in her lap. The stupid ring on her finger glinted in the light, and she cringed again.
"I may have... um.. gotten myself into something I can't get out of."
"Well I did have a night of brooding and whiskey lined up, but I'm not opposed to trading one bad decision for another."
Win! Grinning, she celebrated her mental victory by basking in the warmth of his coat. He sure did look cold, but man was it ever nice and toasty!
"What do you say? Feel like taking a trip off campus for the night?"
"Why... Mister Holloway, do my ears deceive me or was that an offer to come home with you?" She pretended to consider her options, badly, while stepping close to loop her arm around one of his. "Are you sure the other faculty members won't mind? I mean, you may not think of me as a student, but I'm sure that at least some of them do..."
Peeking at him from the corners of her eyes, Megan attempted to wipe off the smart-ass look that crept onto her face. (which she failed to do) "...Maybe I should run up to my room and change. I have this little pleated skirt and a matching tie..."
"Tell me about it." Megan muttered back, scratching the dog beside her behind the ear. She'd made a similar promise the day after waking up. Frowning at a wall on the other side of the room, she sighed and plopped an elbow on one knee. She didn't feel much like talking about stuff like this right now, seeing as she was just happy Maya was alive and well.
The near constant feeling of nausea and dizziness, though, reminded her that there were still things that needed saying. Only thing was she wasn't exactly sure how to say it. She sure as hell knew she wasn't about to divulge the full story, though!
...Hmm.. maybe she could still avoid the whole thing and just skip town for, oh... nine months? A year?
"Wait... did you say Maxine?" She only knew that name from one place, for one reason. The Amazons. A group that her dream self and the Judge knew well, and had more than one discussion about taking them down. 'or die trying, as I recall...'
Squinting at the mirror walker, she pondered just what kind of woman the real life Maxine was. "You sure do know how to pick em', Maya."
"I refuse to think of you as a student. To many... unprofessional memories,"
Grinning, she waggled her eyebrows at him without comment. At least, not until he slipped his coat around her. With a huff, though she wasn't about to complain about suddenly being warm, she muttered at him. "You're too nice, Nate. Stoppit." It weirded her out when he was all sweet like that! She liked him better when he wasn't talking.
... or wearing clothes.
"That depends entirely on what your definition of "mischief" is, and whether or not you are volunteering to join in the making thereof." She winked, and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Besides, Holidays are for people with families or pets. I can't very well dress my spiders in little costumes, so I just stay away from the merrymaking." Also, severe depression tended to have a terrible effect on holiday cheer, but he didn't need to know that if she wasn't even willing to admit it to herself. Especially not while on vacation, which she felt totally justified her lack of doing anything for three days straight.
... Not that skulking about in her room was exactly a vacation, or anything.
Aiming a half smile at Maya, she nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." Her expression turned sour for a moment, and she playfully punched her roommate in the arm. "Way to go and die on me, team leader!"
Sifting through her memories for happier ones (and not finding much), she snorted. "...It was probably for the best though. Whatever that was, it was hell on earth. I wish I had died, too." Forcing a smile back on, she shrugged and fell silent, patting the bed so Angua could hop on up too.
Her smirk shifted into a grin, and she giggled at him. She could play nice and let him pretend, then. "I stay here." She stated, then added, "...Sometimes."
It was a little odd mention that, considering how she'd first come to the school. She found herself absently wondering if that girl scout was still mad at her for jacking her outfit, but shrugged at her own question. "It got kind of stuffy up in my room, so I thought a little stroll would be nice." It had helped, too.. but now she was cold, shivery, and unwilling to return to a dark, empty room.
Tucking her hands into the pockets of her dress, she rolled her shoulders and glanced around. There wasn't much outside, in the dark, to entertain her.
"You know, I'm kind of considered a student... Do I fit into that saintly definition of yours?" She smiled at him, perhaps a little too widely, and hummed to herself.
Maybe she'd found something to entertain herself with, after all?
Gawa--..er... Maya-clad-in-towel, appeared before her. Glancing from the happily whining canine, to her freshly showered roommate, she shut the door behind her. "Dead?"
Laughing at her own joke, she threw herself onto her bed and huffed. "They could have tried, but it wouldn't have stopped me from coming back. The unlucky fellow just would have had to learn how to share a bed, is all." Man, her bed felt great! That lumpy piece of crap she had at her other place was a bed of rocks compared to this.
After glancing at all of her stuff, she returned her gaze to Maya. All of the humor dropped away suddenly, and she realized that this was the first time she'd spoken to the girl since that goddamn dream.
"...It's.... nice to see you alive and well. I missed ya for a long time."
...Stupid tears... pricking at her eyes and junk. She contained a sniffle, beating back a wave of emotion with a stick.
Walking into the school after having seen it properly destroyed only a few months ago, was... strange. Wandering toward the room she shared with one gender shifting mutant, one who's grave she'd visited in a dream, was even stranger. But on top of it all the circumstances leading her to the visit were the most awkward.
Megan had a lot of explaining to do, about a lot of things...as well as more than a few questions for her roommate. She wasn't looking forward to any of it.
...Maybe he/she wouldn't be home. Out with Ami, or something.
Half hoping she was right, Megan marched down the last hallway, and stopped before Gawainya's door. "... This is gonna suck so bad..."
Holding her breath, she steeled herself, slapped a crooked grin on her lips, and stepped inside.
Nodding absently, Megan slipped in past him. She bee-lined for the living-room, but didn't sit. Instead, she continued pacing. She didn't know how Nate was going to react to this, and his first words didn't exactly give her a heads up. Would he be angry?... Upset?... Happy? @#$%... she didn't know anything about this crap. Babies were outside of her comprehension.
She didn't even like kids!
Ceasing her pacing for a moment to chew mercilessly at a fingernail, she hazarded a glance over at Nate and swore under her breath. Where was her mom when she needed her? "I... don't know what to do."
***
Normally she wouldn't have been the type to hang around a school full of rosy cheeks kids for the holidays. Considering, though, that she was dealing with a not-quite-dead roommate, and all of the mental chaos left behind from her most recent exploits... she was more than willing to spend a little time around some normal people.
"Oh Megan. Here I thought a place like this would be too tidy and wholesome for you."
Coming to a stop, she turned her chin and spotted the owner of that familiar voice. A smirk settled on her lips, and she let her hands rest on her hips as she turned to face him. "Tidy? Wholesome? Maybe you don't know this place as well as you think you do."
It was a bit surprising running into him all of the sudden like this, but she had to remind herself that he was a teacher of some sort. Maybe he worked here? She shrugged the question off, as it wasn't all that important, and returned to the situation at hand.
Eying the building behind him, she motioned to it with her chin gently. "Leaving so soon? I'll be nobody in there is even tipsy enough yet to wear a lampshade for a hat."
Things had not been going well for Megan. Not since--... well, not for a long-ass time. Of course lamenting all of her troubles wasn't exactly enough of a reason for her to have carted her lazy fanny all the way from her apartment, over to Nate's. Nope. She had a special reason for showing her ugly mug again at his doorstep, and it wasn't involved at all with his liquor cabinet.
...One she wasn't too @#$%in' happy about, too.
The last time she'd seen him had been... well, nice, and... uh.. stuff. A casual fling over the holidays, when she'd found herself not liking that whole "lonely" things too much, and he'd been readily available. (The only one available, too, considering all of the other men she knew were either taken, or had vanished into thin air.)
Somewhere along the way, though, something had gone wrong. At first she hadn't paid much attention to it... She was a busy girl after all, and couldn't be expected to notice every little thing that changed about herself, right? Totally. It was 100% not her fault, and no one could possibly blame her for this. Yep.... totally.
So... why was she pacing back and forth outside Nate's front door, muttering quietly to herself as she attempted to come up the courage to knock, and at least a half decent explanation?
The doorknob jiggled and turned, and the door slid open. Oh hey... speak of the devil.
Blinking, she cleared her throat and opened her mouth to greet him, "....I'm pregnant, Nate."
.... Then she shut her trap and glared at a point somewhere past his right shoulder.
Even normal, right-this-moment Megan knew it was @#$%ing stupid to do what she did on a weekly basis. She just-- it--... She needed it, okay?. In a large, selfish way it was her way of proving to herself, and the world, that she could be a good guy too. She could go out and change everything for the better, just like everybody else!.... even if she did know that deep down that that was totally a baldfaced lie.
Where on the outside she often wore an over abundance of confidence, defiance, selfishness, and an ego that barely fit in her skull right on her sleeve-- the inside was all different. She hated everything. Inside she tore everything to pieces, like an untrained dog left alone in a house with expensive furniture. She wasn't so much confident in herself as she was determined to prove herself (and everyone else) wrong, and her ego had really only inflated in order to make up for all of the short comings that she knew existed within.
Or at least that's what she liked to believe, anyway.
Blinking at the ceiling, where a fan lazily rotated, the twenty-six year old huffed. Going psychologist on herself was stupid. She didn't like it. When was her damn roommate gonna get home and rescue her already!?
Even when she managed to push that particular issue to the back of her mind, there were still others... That horrid dream still crept back up night and day; it never left her alone. Every time she closed her eyes she could hear and see the events that had unfolded. Crystal clear; like a goddamn repeat of an annoying movie with no freakin' pause button.
...All of the fighting and the raids... The people who she helped save; ...those she helped put five feet under.
....Or put into pieces, in Clive's case.
What Roach had become... and the-- ... the kiss she'd shared with the man who'd taken it upon himself to give her a reason to live. A man who she still couldn't get. out. of. her. head!
Groaning, Megan massaged at her throbbing temples for a moment, before she flopped back into the cushions of her couch. What the #$@% was she supposed to do with all of that crap? Learn from it or something?
"Jokes on you, then... I ain't learning nothin'." Chuckling dryly, she fixed her eyes on the ceiling.
All she had been left with after all of that.. that...stuff, was the desire to crawl into a dark hole and die for a while. How could she walk around when she'd look at some strangers face, and recognize him as one of the bastards she'd murdered in a dream? How could she not walk over and cave the same guys nose in, knowing what he'd done?
Every single time she left her apartment it felt like she was drowning in anger. It boiled inside, concentrated in her veins, and seeped out of her pours... and on the off chance that she just up and ran out of rage? Well... she was left with a cold, sad, empty feeling inside. She felt truly pathetic.
What were you supposed to do if you has seen yourself-- been, even-- a better person at some point? Even in a dream?! How was she supposed to deal with being a complete bastard in real life, when there was some make believe version of herself prancing around being a goddamn hero? ... She'd saved the lives of some, tended to the wounds of others, laughed with little orphaned children, and brought smiles to the faces of the dying.
How the HELL was she supposed to compare to THAT!?
Megan had never been that kind of person... Sure, she had moments where she could occasionally pull some human decency out of her butt and blend into a group of people without automatically being labeled as the B*tch with a capitol B, but it never lasted long. Megan didn't like people and she was pretty darn good at expressing it most of the time.
Well, too everyone but the jerks who'd managed to worm their way into her life without her realizing.
It felt like the only way she could cope with what she'd seen, what she'd been through, was by throwing herself into needless danger. The more she caused pain, the less she felt. The more hurt doled out on her body, the less it hurt to think about. It was like a vicious cycle of give and take, one she honestly didn't want to give up...(but could quit whenever she wanted!) ...but, was it what her dream self would have done...?
Trent had stumbled away, coughing and hacking as he spit out spider after spider, and swatted them off his face. Unfortunately for him, the damage had already been done. His airways started to swell within seconds, and by the time he had gotten rid of the last stubborn arachnid, he was already having trouble breathing.
She would never forget the way he had looked at her... a mixture of surprise, anger, and... betrayal
She'd watched him fall to a knee, listened to each ragged breath as they shortened... until gradually they stopped completely.
Megan had killed him; killed the man who had murdered her friend. She'd watched him suffocate to death right before her, mere minutes after he'd finally made her his wife. The ring on her finger burned as a constant reminder of that. Of what had happened, and everything she'd done.
Why did she still wear it? Why not throw it away the first moment she got?
... it was a reminder.
A reminder of who she had been, what she had done, and what she had lost. It was sentimental, yet also a curse.
Megan was sure she would wear it forever; a pathetic attempt to make up for all of the things she'd done wrong... and she had a lot of making up to do...
Since Trent had died, nothing had changed. She still had to watch her back, glance over her shoulder from time to time to reassure herself that she wasn't in any eminent danger. She hadn't wised up; hadn't gotten her rear in gear to make her life better by any means. She was still the same old Megan, with the same old problems.
One demon had stepped aside, and within moments another threat had moved up to take his place. Now she was focused on paying a debt she owed-- one that she would probably owe until the day she keeled over.
...It was like a college loan; something she would be paying for eternally.