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.
Oh, thank the LORD ABOVE he wasn't about to try and make her fight anybody.
After sticking her tongue out at him immaturely, Megan hauled her ass over to where Jr. was currently playing and stationed herself there. She was willing to do a lot of things, but physical workouts and training excersises were not one of them. Too much effort and she didn't like aching for days after.
"Feel free to approach me for anything other than a physical fight." Watching was what she did best, after all.
She settled down in the pen with Jr, picking up a few small toys to keep him well entertained while the session moved along without her.
She was actually interested in seeing how this all went. Maybe less interested in the Skunk girl, but at least she was out of smells way with Jr. in the protective Danger Room Nanny Bubble.
Praxi was someone she had watched from afar for a while, and her backstory was vastly interesting. Her student files had contained quite a few things Megan hadn't known before. Watching her fight would be a treat and if she was hedging bets on anyway, it was Praxi as being the one to get Saph to 'quit his day job' as he put it.
The sisters, whom she had yet to witness in a fight herself, were an unknown that she was excited to learn more about if only because one seemed to be teeming with barely contained aggression, and the other was... best described as a bit of a mystery. Megan had personally only seen her other form a few times and had no idea how it would come into play in combat. Seemed like more of a weakness, really.
Luna, who she had been in classes with for a short while but never bothered to talk to, sure seemed like the least ready for the trainee title, but she would force herself to wait to label her. Often times those with animal traits had edges where you would not think to look, and if witty enough you could come out swinging with unexpected results. That squirrel controlling mutant girl she had read about once was a prime example of that.
"Alright, let's try this one again, Junior. What block is this? B. Buh-buh-Beee."
It had occurred to her at some point that, if she ever wanted to figure her power out more, she was going to have to experiment. How? She wasn't sure. She had a mile long list of things to do and many of them she couldn't do under the watchful eyes of mansion staff.
One such thing that had been puzzling her for a while was how exactly she was able to pull together parts from very specific spiders in order to make little Frankensteined versions of them. What had started off as simple as accidentally creating a bright pink jumping spider when the whim had crossed her mind in the brooding phase, had spiraled into a never ending quest to see what her limit was.
Cellar spiders... widows... wolf spiders. Jumping spiders seemed almost like a favorite with how fluidly she fell back into making them and just.... having them around. A safety net, even. Familiar.
She'd found a book in the library that went through every known species of arachnid and in comparison she was scraping crumbs. Three or four amidst thousands? Why?
A dive into movies that hadn't existed back when she had first been 16, she stumbled across an answer that pinged something in her head. Spider bites. So much of the rest of her power seemed to lean toward ingesting strange things, so... why not?
One trip outside, a found weaver variety, and one many-times-bitten tongue later... and she still couldn't produce the rounded abdomen and variant colors the little creature had had. It would have been easy to mull in disappointment for a while, re-think her plan, and try something new.... but no. That was not the Rova way! Instead, she focused on some thing she had learned.
There was an inexplicable urge to let natural spiders crawl on her. Settle, maybe even bite. The very idea roiled something so much on the inside that she hopped online and started researching how to get her hands on more varieties-
Oh. That was apparently super illegal. Well damn!
.... Buuuuut.... there was apparently a very special "Arachnids of the World" display going on at the local zoo, so. Second best option!
-- An hour later saw Megan standing a ways off from the entrance to said Zoo, arms folded and in a full blown pout. She had been denied inside. Apparently at some point her older self had been to a Zoo before and had caused so much trouble that her name had been permanently banned. Apparently she'd already had this idea once, and must had failed seeing as her catalog of spiders was so pathetically low!
Okay. Back up plan. She could just... crawl over the walls, maybe? Wait till dark and sneak in? Think, Megan!
As far as Megan was concerned, she was being blackmailed into attending this class and for the life of her she couldn't figure out how to get out of it.
So, here she was. standing in line in shorts and a t-shirt, while scowling at Saphirus with every ounce of ire she could muster as he pointed directly at her.
"... My name is Megan. I have an arachnid based mutation and I wish I was anywhere else but here." She crossed her arms, tapping her fingers on pale skin as she waited for whatever the next stage of this living nightmare was.
Comapritavey with quite a few faces in the line with her, she knew her power was going to place her fairly low on the list for strongest to weakest, and when compared to her almost complete lack of defensive or offensive skills, she was... worried. She wasn't allowed to taser her fellow students to ensure a win, that much she knew.
She roped the bad guy up quickly, tugging the silk to make sure it was tight and slapped a handful of silk over his mouth as he started to groggily come back.
She stared down at him with her chin in her palms. The two of the four eyes on her forehead shifted in Xavier's direction, as visualized by their darker centers sliding smoothly over.
She took the moment to zone back out, refocusing through the spider hunkered down in the living room. "The last two are still in there, but-"
A sudden shout popped up from the front. "Hey, someone's screaming from the roof! Randy! Mickey! Jolly! Get your butts down here right now!"
"-...they seem to have noticed something is amiss." Randy, Mickey, and Jolly were all knocked out and tied up in various places. They wouldn't be coming. Would silence be good, or was she supposed to pretend to be Mickey again? Megan turned her whole face to Xavier and stood from her crouch.
"They are actively armed now. What's next? Should I try and distract them?"
Megan mimicked his earlier mope with invisible rock toeing to a T and clasped her hands behind her back. "You just made it seem so easy I thought I'd give it a try."
With a nod and a mini mock salute, she followed after him dutifully after stooping to grab his cape that had dropped. "Yessir."
She thought to check in with the two out by the front real quick, was pleased to see that they were still arguing with each other about the missing guards at the door. One was gesturing exaggeratedly at the open door as if to prove they were gone, while her main target was shrugging. "The two out in the foyer haven't realized anything is wrong yet."
She walked right into a doorframe before she could come back out of it, and hissed under her breath while rubbing her sore nose.
The lone man in the printing room was hard at work. Sweaty, tired, and ready to be done. Why did he have to do all the work anyway? Just because the other guys called out sick. Pssh! Randy was perfectly capable of helping him, but nooooo, he had a big gun and got to sit and watch his stupid dance stuff all day.
He set a fresh stack of prints to the side and pried the plate off of the table so that he could take it over to the sink to clean it.
He heard the small thud of Megan walking into the frame and started to turn, wondering if someone was gonna come help, or at least if dinner had arrived yet.
Being a 15-year-old who was more than a little full of herself (like most 15-year-olds are) she didn't really feel bad about her choice. Mostly she was just puzzled in the how she was supposed to accomplish this task. She'd never punched anyone before. She'd been punched, and that had been the single most unpleasant thing in her time in New York... and she knew that her older self had apparently done the punchy thing before, like a lot.
She was too afraid to attempt it before in classes, or with training, so she had just avoided those aspects of schooling in favor of making herself a nice blackmail cushion. People couldn't possibly punch her if she knew and could release all of their innermost secrets, right?
She caught sight of Xavier as he tried to slink in, and rather than looking guilty at being caught she shifted to sloppily forming a fist and miming punching the guy from behind with genuine curiosity slapped across her face.
The guy, who was halfway through a rousing samba that had him shifting in his seat to the music, actually didn't notice the large blonde teen.
Megan tried to remember what Saph had said about how she made fists and correct it herself. Apparently, you could break your own fingers if you did it wrong, and that was the last thing she wanted.
"ooh, samba, samba yeah, hey, hey, hey... Mickey, that you? Randy doing okay of is he faking it again?"
"Lousy ass was faking it." Megan groused out, mimicking the faint mannerisms of the woman's voice she had heard.
She looked back to Xavier and shrugged, and then pulled up her taser with a questioning lift of her eyebrows.
"Oh, man, yeah. He's determined to git'cha. I swear if you'd just go on a date with him he'd calm down." He was talking louder than normal due to the music, and tapping his feet.
Megan reached down and snagged the large gun he had resting against the side of his chair, pulling it up so that one of her back legs could grab it. Good thing too, seeing as he tried to rise up out of his chair a moment later. The three remaining legs wrapped around to push him back down, which caught his attention quickly, and she leaned around to smile at him- Many blue eyes twinkling and previously hidden fangs poking slightly out of her mouth.
"He's a bit old for me, I'd say." She spat a sticky wad of silk directly into his face, muffling the horrified scream that ripped out of him before it could get too loud.
He popped back up briefly to drop another unconscious person at her feet and then was off again. Megan swiftly wrapped her up too, this time not getting caught in her own web, and.... went back to waiting.
He was after the two wild cards outside, which was fine, they needed to be taken care of too, and she did think she briefly heard the sound of fist meeting face in the distance. She eyed the roof entrance silently.
...
Normally she was pretty smart. She considered herself to be at least, but... right now?
That little mischievous flair inside was growing. What would it hurt if she just... took a peek inside?
By the time Xavier got back up to the roof, Megan wasn't there anymore. The door to the roof was still open, and there was a spider patiently waiting there for him, waving two of its little arms around dramatically in the direction she had gone.
Megan was inside. On the first floor, and standing directly behind the last rifle holder. He had yet to notice as there was an earbud in one ear and he was watching a dancing instruction video very loudly on Viewtube.
There was an urge simmering right along the surface for her to lean down and gnash her teeth right into the exposed part of his neck. Where she could see a gentle throbbing and the promise of something sweet and warm awaited her.... but she attempted to push past it.
Considering how easily Xavier had taken four of them out, she assumed they must not be any stronger than regular humans. So... how did one knock someone out without a punch? Should he grab his head and... twist?
His method seems almost.., cartoonish? After he ding-dong ditched the front door he skedaddled for the roof entrance and she heard exaggerated choking sounds from within. Was... that him choking, or him choking someone else?
Still standing beside the body of the one X had knocked out, she let herself slip back into her spider's eyes to check things out. Xavier was fine; hiding in the bathroom even. A ploy? Smart. She switched over to the two goons who were still searching for them out by the docks, scratching their heads in puzzlement at the vanished teens.
Switching again brought her to the front door, where the last goon by her target was actively peeking out at an empty street and growing irate that his comrades were apparently gone. She watched as he slammed the door and stomped back to complain to the other one about it.
Lastly, she checked back in with the two heavily armed people. One was already on her way up the stairs, gun slung over her shoulder but within reach, to check on their comrade.
The Spider within X's hair popped out to tap him twice on the forehead as a sign to be cautious.
"@#%&in course' I get sent to check on that idiot."
She neared the door and sighed, lifting a hand to rap her knuckles on the door.
"Randy! You better actually be dying and not tryna pull my leg again!"
"....I am still getting the hang of this." She grumbled, plunking off the rest of the stuck web as carefully as she could.
His idea to make noise to try and tempt the two outer guards away was good. She liked it. Megan doubted throwing a rock would help though, so she decided to take things a step further.
Clearing her throat she stepped to the opposite side of the building and cupped her hands around her mouth, letting out the breathiest, most cartoonish moan she could muster at a pitch that would carry without (hopefully) giving up their location.
As she stepped back she checked in with the two guards and was pleased to see them both moseying off while laughing and elbowing each other. "They're on the move. I've sent a spider after them to keep an eye on how long they are gone."
They were down to six people inside now, all on the main floor.
"Nobody else has moved. What is the next plan? How do we lure more up to the second floor?"
She waited, patiently, exactly where he left her as he went off to secure the first target. While she waited she focused on making sure the type of silk she was going to use was the right one. Aciniform silk was commonly used for wrapping up prey, so it felt like the right one to use in this instance.
Once Xavier returned with a limp bodied bad guy in tow, she slapped both hands on him and got to work quickly and thoroughly wrapping him up in his own personal silk sleeping bag. Shoving him around with her feet was a bit tedious though, and at some point, she requested help to finish the job.
After slapping on a nice little silk gag to keep him quiet when he eventually came too, she turned back to Xavier. "No one else has moved yet. The two outside are still perversely arguing about the horny teenagers they've crafted in their heads."
She tried to dust her hands off and accidentally got them stuck together with the web. A brief struggle commenced in which she turned away so he couldn't see.
...but then her shoulders slumped and she turned back with the closest thing to a pout she had ever managed around him.
".... I might require your assistance." She held her tangled up hands out guiltily.
"Not healthy for normal people, maybe, but it's the only dosage for me that works even slightly. Something about my body not absorbing them properly."
The small spider seemed to understand him to a degree, and after a silent prompt from Megan it saluted and scurried up to hide in his blonde hair. It would pop out and slap him gently on the forehead if it was needed.
"I can, or at least as far as I know that is what I am doing. I make them, and when I'm creating them I can pick and choose from various traits I want them to have. I only have a select few varieties, so I assume I must not have access to the whole arachnid family tree. I... still have a lot to figure out."
Hold on tight she did. She wasn't at all surprised at how fast he was seeing as she had witnessed it remotely a few times. Feeling it first hand was a bit startling so she did have to readjust her grip after he took off.
Once she was set down she smoothed out her skirt and took his prompt to hop back into remote viewing. Flipping through various sets of eyes like one might flip through channels, and focusing just a bit on the few people who were talking.
"...The guards by the front are chatting about us. Apparently, they've come to the conclusion that it was some kind of weird role play and we must be off in one of the buildings together. They..." She paused, brows scrunching slightly, "...are considering going and checking it out."
She shifted toward the pair inside which the big guns. "The two with the rifles haven't moved. They are talking about... horse races, I think."
Switching over to the trio inside, she noticed that one was gone. "One is missing from the two with our main target. I'm searching-"
One spider scuttling down a short hall stopped above a closed door with a light on inside. There was a bathroom sign beside it. It only took a moment for her to guide the spider down and inside under the door where she found the last man sitting on the toilet and scrolling through his phone.
"...Bathroom, second floor. Currently, he is the only one on the second floor."
She came back and, while squinting through blurry vision, pointed out the bathroom on the picture on his phone. "He has one small gun that I could see. If you can incapacitate him, I can gag and bind him."
She peeled off her gloves, tucking them away into her little purse, and exposed the spinnerets centered in each palm.
"I'm...fine." She wiped the trail away on the back of her lace gloved and soon enough it dried up. "It happens when I look too long... but I took about 30 aspirin before coming to collect you so it shouldn't get much worse."
To be honest, his concern over this particular symptom of her power wasn't unwarranted. She truly didn't know how far she could push herself before it became worse than a nose bleed and a migraine. Could she kill herself? It wasn't off the table. "I should be fine so long as I take a break when it isn't needed. My spiders can alert me in other ways if they are on the move, or heading out way."
Without complaint, she carefully climbed on and settled as comfortably as she could without jabbing him or digging in unnessesarily. He might be surprised to find out that contrary to what her sedentary lifestyle would lead one to believe, she was not squishy. Megan was made of firm, unused muscle from a diet of basically pure protein.
"The spider on you. One tap means all clear, two taps is caution, in case anything happens to me and I am unable to translate for them."
To show him, the small black, blue-eyed spider scuttled out onto his chest and used slightly larger than normal frontlets to tap out a little drumbeat on him in a whimsical fashion.
"If one bites you, that will mean immediate danger and that you need to get out." She chuckled after a moment to let that sink in. "Don't worry though, I shrank their poison glands so it won't hurt much."
Megan dove back in, giving out silent commands for all of her spiders on the top floor to do a quick sweep of the rooms they were in.
"Two entrances from the top. One doorway directly on the roof, one on the second floor, seaside, that leads to a fire escape."
Blinking at him as she came back, she took the piece of chalk and nodded. "Smart. A great first step. This will... take a bit." Crouching in heels wasn't the most comfortable, so she unzipped them and set them off to the side by her parasol. Short black socks over her stockings kept her toes from getting cold.
She settled with chalk in hand, knees folded under her carefully as she breathed in and prepared herself. Hopping about through her spiders long enough to get a good grip on the whole outline of the building was possible, but she was worried it would push her to her limits.
...Well, only one way to find out, right?
Gradually she started sketching out the schematics of various rooms with all of the important bits. Doors, windows, which way door swung open, ect. It took an agonizingly long time for her and by the time she had a rough, but an accurate diagram of both floors traced on the floor, her head was pounding and there was a steady trickly of blood coming from one nostril.
"Done." Megan stood, a bit shakily, and handed what was left of the chalk back. Then she fished her phone out to take a quick picture of her own sketch so that they would have it with them.
"The small circles are representations of where each person is, currently, and the ones with circles X'ed through are the two who have large guns."
"While that is something I am capable of on a limited capacity, no. I will not be sending you in there alone."
She blinked, letting her eyes readjust to being inside her own head again, and looked up at him. "Even with your obvious lack of awareness and improvisational skills, I still feel that you are fully capable of keeping me safe enough to venture inside as well."
She was going to have to leave the decorative parasol behind though, as it went against the 'no killing' rule in its intent. She leaned it up against the wall and fished her taser out so she could have it dangling from around her wrist.
"This is where I transfer the lead of this mission to you. I will follow directions as you give them and offer up help if needed. I can still see where each of those people are and have limited knowledge of what they are saying."
He rounded the corner and.... oh, good lord, was he pouting?
"Don't mope, it's unbecoming."
Pushing the door open, she stepped inside the pitch-black building. As soon as she could put a hand out for a wall to feel her way inside, she shifted her vision back to that of her spiders, checking in on where they were.
"He's there."
She froze just outside of the light filtering in through a window, eyes wide and distant, and absorbed all she could.
Three men in the first room, where the target was.
Two had small-caliber guns, visible. The target was either unarmed or had his hidden.
In a different room, she spotted another man toiling away at an active press, and in yet another room she spotted two more; A man and a woman, both well-armed with rifles.
"Small and large-caliber weapons. Six.. seven.. nine, no, ten people in total. Eight inside, two outside."
She was spitting out everything she saw calmly, adding, and editing as she went. "Two floors. We can enter from the top maybe."
