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.
She was going to kill him... Really, she was. A brief visit to the school to see if her roommate wanted to go to a party she'd heard about across town had turned into her running into Saph, then being swindled into taking a bunch of children out trick-or-treating.
...she was going to murder his face so hard.
Off somewhere far away, she knew her roommate was having a blast at that party, with elaborate costumes and wild music... and yet here she was, pretending to care about a bunch of teenagers from the school. How had she gotten talked into this again? Oh yeah.. the jerk. It was unfair that she was unable to tell him to shove it, and it was even more unfair that he'd piled instructions on her too. Was she not responsible enough to take care of them on her own? (Dont' answer that...) She was pretty sure every single kid in her group and thought it weird that she wanted to hug them all in greeting, especially since she didn't want anything else to do with them after. All part of the plan, though. A quick hug, a little spider was deposited on each kid, and then she wouldn't have to worry about losing any of them.
Which... was probably good, seeing as she's lost almost every single kid at some point. How? She wasn't really sure. They'd branched off in different directions after getting her okay, and then had neglected to return. Maybe they'd found other houses.. maybe they'd fallen into ditches. Meh. A quick check in with her children told her that they were still in the area, just off somewhere she couldn't see, thinking they were smarter than her.
...Man, she hated kids.
“Ms. Megan...I really, uh, like your costume!”
Her eyes slid to the one student left with her, a young girl, then she pointedly rolled them. The long winded compliment was just too much. She was trying to hard to be nice. Her costume was just a black corset/tutu combo with feathers, white tights and ballet slippers. The 'scary part was probably the little bits of feathers she's stuck to herself with costume glue, which trailed up her arms and across her shoulders, or the red contacts and makeup she'd choosen. Whatever the case, she knew one thing. Her fanny was cold. Why'd she have to go and forget a sweater?
"Listen, kid... you--"Whoa... Who turned off the lights?
Everybody who'd been on the street with then, pedestrian and vehicles alike, were suddenly plunged into darkness. Engines died, flashlights failed, and the phone Megan had been using to entertain herself suddenly went dead. "... the hell?" Throwing arm out to try and corral the teen she was escorting behind her, the twenty six year old attempted to figure out what had just happened.
The green one didn't remember... That was good, she supposed. It was taking a hell of a toll on her, and others as well, who could remember every sordid detail. Though, Megan still had concerns for the people who'd taken to a devious lifestyle, even if they couldn't remember anything. Like Johnny. He'd been a particularly horrible speck of waste... but what was he like currently? Surely, someone like that didn't just become a monster over night. It had to be built in... learned behavior or something, for it to have manifested in such a manner.
"Bull$@#&." She replied back to his apology. "You were right, and you still are. It's not your fault that I ended up getting weak knees in the end." She could still feel Roaches hands inside her chest when she'd first woken up. It had been terrible, and if she thought too much about it, the feeling started to come back. "...Someone had to do something, dream or no dream... and until you came along no one was doing anything."
The fact that it had ended up being her who helped him in his mission... now, that was what didn't belong. "Hope was needed, you know that. All of those people you saved walked away with hope that they weren't just waiting around to get killed." Okay, tone it down Megan.. you're growling at him. Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned and slouched back against the bar in an irritated manner.
"Listen...whatever that.. thing.. was, it won't happen. Not on my life, and not on yours." She meant it, too. The expression on her face was determined, set with a frown and a glare that she'd angled on some guy wobbling his way toward the bathrooms. She wasn't about to let Roach become the jerk he'd been in that dream, not while she was still breathing. When she found him... well, she didn't know what she was going to do... but it would probably involve a lot of yelling.
Ah... balls. She'd been expecting an answer like that. One against an entire arena... it was insane to believe that he'd have made it out on his own after... after how badly she'd screwed things up. Why did she feel like apologizing? They'd been up against impossible odds, and she'd been given an impossible task. That Megan in the dream had held out hope, for some reason the real Megan couldn't fathom. To her, it had been doomed to fail from the start.
"I didn't live much longer than you. We failed."
She'd fallen quiet up until then. When he spoke, she averted her eyes, across the bar into a dark corner. She hated feeling like she was in the wrong... and in this situation she couldn't hide from the fact that she very much was. The entire plan had hinged on her, but... she just hadn't been able to go through with it. Roache's words came floating back, and she clenched her hands into fists.
She was angry all over again. They never should have tried to take him down. She never should have been asked to attempt such a thing, given her history with him! The Judge should have damn well known it was going to fail... and.. and... "I'm sorry..." She knew that she'd been just as ready as him to jump on the job. She'd embraced it, known it needed to be done, and... she'd believed in him. All of the time they'd spent together, all of the bad people they'd taken down, it had taught her to believe in him without question, because he could get the job done no matter what.
"...I..." Jesus... why was it so hard to talk about? Maybe because you're determined to pretend like it never happened. "...#$@&." What was she supposed to say? 'Sorry, I flaked out and probably got you killed. Lol, funny, right?!' She lapsed back into silence, trying to get her thoughts back on the straight and narrow.
"Your girl... does she remember everything too?" She'd heard a few people claim not to remember anything. Whether it was true or not, she didn't know... but she was envious of that select few anyway.
Her vision had only just started to return, too slowly to help her in the fight, but just quick enough for her to see what beardy intended to do... There wasn't much she could do about it, either.
The way he had her pinned, she couldn't really manage to get a leg or arm up to swing at him with, and he had a grip on her that hurt her neck if she squirmed too much. Aside from whole "i'm being beaten" then, she wondering something. Where was Ami? She'd heard her a few times, but through the spots still blinding her, she hadn't been able to see her. Maybe now was the time to say something heroic... like, 'Run Ami! Run!' or 'Get outta here! I'll distract them!' The only thing that came to mind though, was 'man, Gawain is gonna kill me for getting his girlfriend in trouble.'
Not that it mattered, really. She figured she'd be seeing stars any moment, or maybe nothing. Maybe he'd hit her so hard she'd black out entirely, and then whatever happened after wouldn't be her problem anymore.
Well, at least not until she woke up again. If she woke up again... but, before her attacker could get that heavy hitter in, something strange happened. Nothing. No crack against her jaw, or zap from the mystery weapon he was using. In fact, Beardy all but forgot about her, though he still had a hand on her face, and was talking to some other lady. (if she could take a guess at gender based on that elegant nickname he'd just used)
For a moment grip holding her down loosened. She attempted to use it to her advantage by jerking free, grabbing onto his arm, and using a leg to try and flip him over her.
Gah! Who turned the freakin sun on high!? "@%#$!" Megan was painfully aware of how her fist never hit anything due to the sudden blinding light that had come from... badly, if she wasn't mistaken. She was also painfully away of the fist crashing into her stomach, which forced the air out of her in a hushed, angry curse.
Embarrassment kind of outweighed the immediate annoyance of having been caught with such a dirty tactic, and it only got worse when she realized that he'd hit her hard enough her legs were wobbling. Another muttered curse here and there, and Megan dropped to a knee to nurse her wounded pride. (and her stomach.. oh god, her stomach!) She'd forgotten how much a hit of that nature sucked.
"Now, now, that's not nice. I'll be havin' to teach you some manners~"
%^#@#$!!
Swearing incoherently on the inside, she attempted to get back to her feet, still unable to blink away the wall of white currently replacing the world. She never saw Beardy's bat striking quickly at one exposed thigh. When it hit, it hit with enough force that there would surely be an ugly bruise in no time and she yelped in surprise, dropping back to the sidewalk as a jolt of electricity flew through her. Not knowing how exactly she was supposed to fight back in this situation, she spat her glob of silk in the direction she assumed the attack had come from, and started to shakily pick herself back up again.
Any and all amusement dropped from her expression immediately. These guys were looking for trouble, obviously, and apparently thought picking on two women was a dandy idea. It was a shame she'd left her things at home... like her stun gun, and her knife. Going up against two men with nothing but her fists was.. well, fun, but not as useful.
At least she still felt confident, especially with Ami beside her. Maybe it was that over confidence that spurred her to take a quick step forward, and sent a curled fist toward Baldy's ugly mug.
Maybe, if she'd been thinking, she would have waited a little longer. Used any of the tricks she'd managed to pick up the last few times she'd gotten into fights, to try and figure out the trouble makers a little more, before taking action against them... or something.
Since when had she been one for thinking things through, though? Throwing caution to the wind was always where the most fun came from.
Ignoring the comment at first, as it really could have been angled at anyone, she lifted her head when a glass of water was set in front of her. Knowing he wasn't going to get a thankyou from her in any sense, the bartender just continued on with keeping other customers happy. After glaring at the cup as if it was to blame, she relented and turned a little so she could glance at the man sitting beside her.
"...You look better with the mask on." Came her grumbled reply. She had figured it was him after the second time he'd spoke up. Her hunch was backed up when he cautioned her not to do something that he rightly shouldn't have known about. It really figured that either she'd stumbled into a place he visited often, or he'd stumbled upon her, all while she was trying terribly hard to forget that the whole dream mess had ever happened.
She gave very brief thought to standing up and leaving, ditching her spiders and the bottle they were currently trying to drag somewhere dark for her to retrieve later... but dropped the notion quickly. There were too many questions she felt inclined to ask, even though her better judgement told her that she probably didn't want to know the answers.
"... How did it end?" She questioned softly, keeping her voice down. She hadn't been able to see how the fight against the green woman, labeled Medusa by Roach, had ended. Considering how it seemed to have affected him both times he'd seen her, Megan felt justified in her worry.
Well, not like it mattered... seeing as it had been a dream anyway. But.. still. Hoisting herself up onto her elbows, she called her kids back, making sure to instruct that they drop the bottle they were snatching. She didn't need Mr. Justice over there getting on her case for getting herself a drink.
"Nah? Think we could switch seats, then? Gotta take a swing, you know? Haven't struck out with this one, yet!"
Loud drunk was annoying. She considered calling the spiders back she had lurking under the counter, just so she could send them after him instead. It turned out to be unneeded, though. Megan listened, glancing over briefly at the guy who pointed out the fact that she could hear everything being said, and smirked lazily.
"Yeaaah, you have a better chance at staking a swing at a bar-stool, at this point." She commented, more than confident that he could hear her just as well as she could him. Casting a sidelong glance at the guy over his much quieter "buddy" she sighed, and the finished her drink in one mournful gulp. Beating up a bunch of drunk louts in a bar just didn't seem as satisfying as winning a fight against someone more.. worthy.
...Worthy... A shudder passed through her as memories of fights in Roaches pit she'd been forced to watch resurfaced. Grumbling lowly to herself, she swung back around and pushed her empty cup forward to be refilled once more. "Refill, please."
Surprisingly, the bartender heard her and actually chose to pay attention. "Jesus, have you really been drinking these? You've gone through nearly a whole bottle already." Concern briefly touched the man's eyes, as he struggled with the idea of refilling her cup. "You sure you need another? I'm sure you've had enough by now..." She didn't act like she was drunk, not in any way he'd been able to see... maybe she was just really good at covering it up or something, though. He didn't want to get in any trouble for someone drinking herself right into a hospital bed. "I think i'm gonna have to cut you off."
"Do I look drunk to you?" She leveled a dead-pan stare on him, frowning grumpily. It didn't appear to sway him, as he picked up her glass with a shake of his head, and wandered off. "I'll get'ya a glass of water instead."
With a groan, she let her head drop to the counter and folded her arms around it. Great... cut off, and slowly getting more tired and stressed by the minute as unwanted thoughts kept creeping back to her. Seconds after she'd given up, a yelp was heard as an unlucky waiter reached under the counter and sent her children scrambling. "Eeek! Freaking huge ugly spiders! Someone kill them! Eeek!"
"...They aren't ugly... dammnit..." Huffing, she ordered the arachnids to flee before someone took a shoe to them... but not before they managed to lay a few silk lines on a small bottle of booze and drag it with them. In the lady's panic to get away, she set the prefect cover for the four spiders to drag the little bottle off under the bar with them.
"Listen, lady... are you the queen of England? No? Well, then wait in line."
"If I was the queen of England, I wouldn't be caught dead in an over rated joint like this. I bet you %#$@ in the brew."
The bald, roughly around the edges bartender rolled his eyes at her as he turned to fix someone else a drink. That someone being a new fella, who'd barely even just sat down in the seat beside her. Fer serious? Anger settled in her eyes and on her lips, and Megan tapped her fingernails on her empty glass. She was itching for... for something. A brawl... a screaming match... she didn't really care, so long as it got her mind off of things for a while.
"So much for that line..." She muttered, before ordering a few wolf spiders into action. From within the darkness of her sweatshirt sleeve, four spiders skittered out. They sat on the counter momentarily, before scurrying over the edge and vanishing onto the other side of the bar.
Baldy didn't want to server her anymore? Fine... she'd see how he liked doing a funny little dance for all of his customers when her children marched up one of his pant-legs. But first... one last chance.
"Refill... please" Practically grinding her teeth together while growling out such a pleasantry, the twenty five year old glanced over at the guy who'd taken the seat beside her. Nothing special... no one she recognized. Just some regular... wait...
He'd said something. And his voice... it had sounded familiar. She attempted to shake the feeling as she removed her eyes from him again, even while she situated herself in a manner that made it easier to pretend he didn't exist. She was probably just letting her mood get to her, and it was probably having a great time mucking everything up.
"Wait, wait... what was that you said? Was that a... a please?" Her attention was effectively captured once again by baldy, who she was steadily growing to dislike as the night went on. The man turned to her fully, tossing a dirty dish cloth over his shoulder as she leaned down to grab a bottle from under the counter. "Was that really so hard, lady? Being nice won't kill you, ya know."
"You're preaching to the choir, sister." She snatched her cup back before he'd even finished filling it, and turned around in her seat to lean against the bar.
She didn't know what to do... Her only weapon was gone, and she'd failed her mission. He was still alive, and if she knew him like she thought she did... she would soon not be. Everything was lost... because of her. Letting her cheek rest against him, she didn't bother to fight the embrace. Tears distorted her vision, escaped, and were soon rolling down her face, and his armor.
It felt like one of those moments when you are supposed to have a lot to say. Some kind of confession... some kind of hateful, angry slur. She had nothing. Not a single thing to say.
"I'm sorry. I must have driven you to this... You would only even try if you had no choice."
The pain was... intense. The single most painful thing her body had ever been though. In some distant, sick way though, it was nothing when compared with the mental anguish she'd gone through years before. When he'd died on her the first time.
She struggled though, weakly... more of her bodies natural fight to stay alive than anything conscious. She even made the most terrible sounds, like a dying animal, until he nicked her heart and everything just... stopped.
She could still hear it beating for a second or two, in her ears... and then slowly, that faded as well. His visage dimmed as she closed her eyes and leaned on him fully. Before he'd finished speaking words that she could no longer hear; before her body slipped over the edge, or crashed onto the cold, hard arena floor below....
She didn't believe it... He had one of the wires in his hand. He'd known all along? A grim frown settled on her lips, and she curled over to cover her face with her hands. How long had he known...?
"I don't blame you, though. It's his fault. He tainted your mind. We'll have you fixed in no time, though. The foolishness of it all, him thinking you could do this... You could never kill me. I could be about to press the kill switch on the world and you would still love me way too much."
He thought it was the Judge's idea. That she'd been brain washed into agreeing to kill herself, and Roach, for him. The very idea made her want to laugh... Instead, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. His words hit her harder than she cared to admit, not because it showed a level of how far gone he was, but because they were true. Part of her knew it, too. That she couldn't have activated the bomb even if she wanted too, because she still loved him too much. Reaching down to grab the bag he'd spoken about, Megan hefted it over the edge the alcove she shared with him, into the arena below.
Parts and pieces of the bomb meant to take the both of them out scattered across the dirt in every direction. Megan lifted her eyes from them, to Roach.
"It wasn't his idea, Greg." Fueled purely by the knowledge that if she didn't stop him many more would suffer, Megan was up on her feet and pressing the point of her knife between the plates of Roaches armor in an instant. She'd had a lot of time to train with the Judge, not that she was perfect or in anyway better than she'd been before... but she at least knew where to aim, and how to get it there quickly.
"It was all me..." She pressed the point of the blade into the fold of his chitin armor, where enough pressure would send it through the soft flesh between, and into his heart. She'd agonized for days trying to figure out the best method of killing him, and considering that had been the now useless bomb, she had to move on to an alternate plan. All it would take was one... more... thrust...
But... then she hesitated. She could have drove it in all the way. Ended the nightmare right then and there and then hurried to get back to the Judge's side... but she froze instead.
She'd stopped eating all together the moment she'd noticed the little girl hanging from the ceiling. Roach's out burst about 'cattle not speaking' caused her to swing her gaze his way, as if it was more shocking then a child being murdered in the arena below.
And in a way, it was to her. The bug she knew had his quirks and flaws, yes... but this...? Eveything she'd seen so far pointed to the fact that this was no longer the roach she thought she knew.
"Want to give me a hand strangling a little girl after this? I do so miss bonding with you."
"What, and get muck on my dress?"
Seeing the kid up there, no matter what she may have done to earn such a punishment... it shook Megan to the core. As she looked at Roach... her old, dear friend... she couldn't see anything left of the mutant she'd once loved. He tortured people now, children even... he did terrible, terrible things with no viable reason behind them, and he did it all to entertain the like of people she'd been helping the Judge eradicate from New York.
She had to end this... she had to make it stop.
Her gaze drifted back down to the fight below, resting on the armored form of the Judge. Sadness crept slowly into her expression. I'm sorry... After she put her plan into motion, he'd surely find the note she's hastily scrawled for him.
Glancing at Roach again, she wondered if she was ready...
....Or he could be one of those guys. Guess she was off about the brain thing.
Boy-golly, was he a big one, though. For a moment, she bit back a retort... considering the sheer size difference between them. If he felt like it, she was sure he could squish her like a bug for the slightest reason. Then she thought about his charming little comment, though, and the hold on her tongue vanished.
"Nice pick up line, Casanova. You get it from a popsicle stick?"
Man... why couldn't she run into people who could actually help her? All the time with the lip flapping, empty stares, shrugging... and now this!
...Still, he had mentioned something about Poker, and that was at least a direction....so maybe it wasn't hopeless. Until now she'd been running into wall after wall.
It was clear he knew Gregory, so the only issue was weaseling it out of him without ticking him off first. Maybe she'd actually have to be... nice? ...Yuck.
She glanced at him when he offered return service, and quirked an eyebrow. She'd honestly not put much thought into the whole 'after this is over' thing. She'd just kinda... went for it on a whim. One of her many flaws (or endearing qualities, depending on who you asked). "Noted." She responded, deciding to think that over later, once she had a few things straightened out.
Grinning at him when he noticed who's pants she'd put on, she shrugged and stood from the bed, wiggling until the pants un-rolled themselves. "I'm a sucker for outdated fashion?"
Tapping the toe of one shoe on the floor, checked off a mental list of her belongings, noting that she had only a few things left to grab. "Besides, you might be able to pull off the skinny jeans look. You've got the hair for it already~" Winking, she turned to head out into the living room. Where was that big goof of a spider? She wanted to say goodbye.