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 a little taken back for a moment, and the eyebrow raise and slight tilt of her head clearly expressed it. She eyed the girl for a few moments, before her grin returned... if slightly more devious this time around.
"Will do, Allison. Ciao!"
She mock saluted the girl, before tucking her hands into her pockets and turning around. Her apartment was only a short trudge down the street, not too far at all.
It was... oddly satisfying having someone offer to go out fighting with her, especially after having only just met her. Satisfying and surprising.... and uplifting, in a strange way. She couldn't have asked for anyone better as a companion... Or was she a sidekick? Sidekick Allison!... Nah, it didn't have a ring to it. She'd have to try and come up with names later, after some sleep...
With one last glance over her shoulder, she snorted softly to herself and continued on. Life still had a way of surprising her sometimes, thankfully, this one had been pleasant.
The bus approached it's next stop, and Megan couldn't get the grin off her face. People started to stand, those that were too impatient to remain seated until the bus came to a complete stop.
Megan stood also, being one of those types. Why sit and wait when you could stand and bully your way up to the front of the door? She eyed the surroundings outside the windows curiously, one hand holding onto the back of her seat to steady herself. Once the wheels stopped rolling, she headed toward the nearest door, tucking her hands into her pockets as she went.
The sidewalk greeted her feet, and she turned to question Ami, only to come face to face with a very peeved looking kid. Had she been paying any attention at all, she would have probably recognized the scarf around the girls neck. Instead, she simply blinked as the girl pointed a slim finger at her and exclaimed, "Densaugeo!"
Megan blinked at the girl, who speared her with a glare before turning her nose up and stomping off.
One dark eyebrow rose, and she turned a questioning, curious look Ami's way. "... That was weird... So, where's this place at?"
Nothing helped absolve a bad mood like a few drinks. Alcohol took the edge off of her sharp temper, leaving her a little more relaxed, and a little less focused. She liked the feeling, hell... she loved it. The haze in her mind diverted the thoughts and memories plaguing her for a while, which she couldn't have been more grateful for. Too many things were weighing on her mind... too many unfamiliar feelings that she didn't want to deal with.
Unfortunately... the drinks stewing in her belly were not working as they were supposed to. She could feel a headache slowly pounding away behind her eyes, gradually getting worse and worse as the night went on. Each song being blasted through surround sound speakers behind her struck deep down at her most sensitive nerves, enough so that she had found herself gritting her teeth unconsciously quite a few times. It was a terrible choice in music... A mix between rap and techno... and was that folk? Guh.
With a sigh, Megan lifted her glass. A recent cut on her bottom lip stung as it came in contact with the drink... The warm brown liquid tingled at the back of her throat as she took a gulp. Soda bubbles tickled, the rum burned ever so slightly. Licking her lips, the twenty five year old blew midnight bangs from her eyes, shaggy hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, and re-crossed her arms on the bar counter. Bathed in the colors of mourning, black fitted jeans, her normal knife bearing boots, and a plain black zip up sweat shirt, she was the least exciting person at the bar. The few her had attempted to speak to her had given up quickly after hearing no response from her.
They weren't important enough for her to pay them any heed. Simple minds wandering round, yammering on about stupid things, wanting for simple pleasures. She didn't want to be a part of any of it.
Staring into the depths of her second drink, while waiting (impatiently) for the pain meds she had taken to set in, she pinched the bridge of her nose. She honestly didn't remember what had pulled her into the bar in the first place... maybe it was the fact that it was the first one she had come across offering free drinks for the ladies~.... Or maybe it was because it had been the closest one to her, after she had kicked the tar out of that guy who had jumped her. (He really hadn't been expecting her stun gun to come into play... nor had be expected her to pull a knife from her boot. But her sure regretted it.) Either way, she didn't really feel like leaving until her headache was gone... and she had taken advantage of the free drink offer.
...It's wasn't like she had important to be, anyway.
The soft, constant chatting of her children faded out for a moment, and she shifted on her seat. She had a few scattered around the building, hidden in various places to keep an eye on things. Fortunately, aside form a few lame shouting matches between frat boys, it had been a very quiet evening...
She felt the need to hurt something, or, more specifically, someone. And who better to hurt than jerks who deserved it?
Megan had loaded herself up with all of the weapons she owned. A knife in her boot (which she had nearly thrown away because of who it reminded her of), a stun gun in her left pocket, another smaller knife in her right. A little pistol shoved into the back of her jeans, secured tightly by her belt... and two dozen widows hidden in the hood of her coat and her hair. The only thing she was missing, was her bat.
... and her new found companion.
Having forgotten to give the girl her phone number, or at least demand one. Which, since she didn't really feel like going out alone, left her in a bind. A bind that could only be solved by going to where Allison lived. The Sanctuary. Megan had never been behind those golden doors in all her life. She had never wanted, nor had to... until now. After standing around for ten or so minutes staring up at the building, before she relented and started up the steps. Once inside... she found herself burdened with another problem. She didn't know where in the building Allison was... and it was pretty big inside. Thankfully, there was a front desk, and a woman who she could ask.
A few moment's later, the woman got up and walked off into a different room. Megan watched her go, fidgeting on her feet impatiently, and checked her watch. The woman had promised a swift response... so, what to do while waiting? Her eyes darted around the room, spying all of the dark corners... and an idea slowly began to hatch. As fast as she could, she set about locating a particularly dark corner, just to the side of the doorway where the receptionist had exited, and set up a swift, half-assed web. It protested her weight as she climbed on it, but held. With a grin, she settled into it, grasping on with both hands, both feet set and secured as well, and she waited...
...and waited... and waited... and waited. Jesus christ! How long did it take to get a message to someone?!
The receptionist had returned what felt like hours ago, and had thankfully completely ignored her. But still, what was the hold up?! Her arms were complaining from the strain of holing herself up, her legs had long since gone to sleep... and she was so board, that she had sent out a few spiders to entertain her by writing terrible, nasty things in silk on the wall across from her. Until... FINALLY, Allison appeared!
With what was left of her energy, Megan launched herself from the web she had built in order to tackle the girl as she appeared. "Jesus, it took you long enough!" She rolled as she hit the floor, and stopped in a lazy, tired crouch. "Where's the messenger boy? I'm going to slap him."
After a moment, she grinned. "...Also, Hi! Wanna go find some trouble?"
It was always a damn bar that drew those in who were wanting to forget. It didn't matter what it was that the person was so sorely in need of un-remembering, while crowded into small or large, darkly lit, sometimes smokey rooms. They packed themselves in like sardines in order to blend in and become someone else for a long while. Megan was there for no other reason. Her third glass of... whatever it was the bartender had given her was long empty. She hadn't bothered requesting another yet.
Compared to the other women wandering around the place (and some men) she was plain. Dressed in black from head to toe, mourning colors, she had seated herself at the first available seat and proceeded to ignore anyone and everyone who tried to talk to her. She wasn't out for free drinks this night... no, she was out to drown her problems and sorrows in mind altering liquids until she either passed out in her seat, or someone was forced to throw her from the bar.
After politely (if you can call vulgar swearing polite) declining the fifth proposition she had received in one night, she propped her chin in a hand and set about staring at the TV behind the bar. Some new program was droning on about recent spikes in crime, and some other blather. All if did was further her depression and force her anger to grow. Not only was she dealing with the loss of a friend... her last, true friend.... but she was also dealing with complicated feelings that she had never had to bother with before.
All because of him.
The twenty five year old scowled, tapping her nails on the wooden counter, and huffed quietly to herself. Her life had become a lot more complicated ever since that night, and she blamed it pointedly and squarely on one man. The man she had chosen, however drunkenly, to give herself to.
How stupid can you get?
With a soft growl, she pushed her empty cup forward and signaled that she would like it re-filled.
Yeah... getting Roach to agree to move would be hard... but hell, she'd been through other trials that seemed impossible before. She was sure that she would eventually sway him over to her side. "But... anyway, I think I'm in dire need of rest. Maybe even a heavy dose of aspirin or something, or a drink!"
Yeah... a drink would solve a lot of her problems, but... probably also cause a few more. Whenever possible, she tried not to partake of the drink around Roach. She liked to be at her best, though a glass of wine was still acceptable in her mind, and she knew exactly where she had hidden a bottle for special occasions.
...not that many special occasions happened at Bug house.
"It was... interesting meeting you, Allison. Can't say I regret it, but... can't really say it was all that fun either." With a lazy half grin, she held one hand out toward the girl, a shake of good faith for a war won.
She flinched, but stood her ground. (not that she had much, seeing as she was tied to a freaking hunk of wood) It was what she had been expecting deep down, and though it touched a nerve, she managed not to crumble under the intensity in his eyes.
"How could you pretend not to know what happened to me... You happened to me. I stood at that alter for hours waiting for you. Your family, my family, all of our friends watched as my heart was pulled from my chest."
Her resolve weakened a little more, and she dropped her eyes from him. She didn't want to hear it... and she especially didn't want strangers hearing it, but there was no stopping it now. She had gone and opened her damn mouth, and brought it upon herself. Her hands balled into fists against the rope around her waist, and she clenched her teeth together until the muscles complained. While he spoke, reminding her of what she had done to him, she let a ball of silk build up inside her mouth. She didn't need to speak anyway... what was there really to say in response? Sorry I ruined your life... can you let me go now? After five years, and countless name and lifestyle changes, she knew that asking nicely wouldn't work....
"That's okay, though... I found out why you left. I wasn't good enough. I wasn't strong enough to control you. I am now. I will take you, and I will hold you down so that you can never escape."
The very notion of... that, it just didn't sit well with her. She felt cold, tired, and weak. The urge to run was slowly fading, as well as the desire to. What was the point anymore? He was just going to keep finding her... When he mentioned consummating the marriage, sealing the deal or whatever, she couldn't stop a bitter laugh from escaping from her. He set her mind at ease when he admitted that Gregory was fine, and now that she was free from worry for her... her friend, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders.
She didn't need to fret any more, now she could be purely ruled by rage and justified terror. Both of which only doubled as a new body flopped to the floor, while the sound of a gunshot reverberated off the walls. He had killed a girl. Someone who had done absolutely nothing other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. She felt her heart racing in her chest, and brought her eyes back up to look at the after math. The girl was dying...
Inwardly, Megan fully accepted the blame for that. Even though she hadn't been the one to pull the trigger, she had been the cause of the mess that had brought Trent into the city. The guilt that swelled in her chest, a small bundle that no one other than herself knew about. She sucked in a breath, bit down on her own tongue in order to keep from lashing out at Trent with venomous words.
Megan stared at the girl, blank face, like she had just sprouted wings or announced her herself as the president of Florida.
And then she laughed. More of a cackle really, and slapped a knee. "Oh.. my... god. You're.. you're not kidding, are you?" The images that popped to mine could have been basically stolen from very bad, very cheesy anime shows, and it only made her giggling tenfold. "So... you, like... give people atomic wedgies in the heat of battle? Pleasesayyoudo."
There had to be more to it.. she wanted to believe that with all of her being, but at the same time it was just too perfect. "Good lord, no wonder Gawainya likes you, your smart as a whip and funny as hell to boot!"
Wiping away little gathered tears from the corners of her eyes, she calmed herself with a deep breath and flopped back into her seat. Panty-mancer... Ha! Over the loud speaker on the bus, the driver announced what the next stop would be. Megan glanced back out the window, peered around the bus itself as people gathered their things and prepared to leave, and then pinned her eyes on Ami.
She couldn't get the smirk off her face. "That's our stop, yeah?"
While all sorts of fun sounding battles were running through her imagination, she took a gander out the window. They were rolling through a part of the city that she had never really bothered to pay attention to. It was kind of pretty, and there were random pieces of art scattered about as they passes some type of square outside a large building.
"I sure hope they do, because aside from my kids and the occasional streak of good like I'm pretty bad at hand to hand... or sword to hand, or whatever it is you X's fight with.."
Still, she knew she had a few tricks up her sleeve. Hopefully virtual enemies would be just as easy to trick as most people were.
"...What are your powers anyway, Ami?"
She knew what Mirror could do, which was pretty cool mutation wise, and Ami knew what Megan herself could do. Well, mostly, anyway... But she hadn't so much as seen, or heard of what kind of quirky mutation the girl had. The more she thought about it, the more her curiosity grew.
A giant holographic room where you could make things happen and fight them? Now... that was awesome. Beyond awesome, even. Megan was going to have to get in there at some point and poke around. After adding it to her mental list of things to do in the near future, she turned back to what Ami had said about her training session... thing, with Gawainya.
"Want me to beat him up? Or, better yet... i'll hold him down and you can beat him up." A hoard of things that they could do to him popped to mind, many of which involved spiders, tar, and feathers... but after her short joke, she let it drop.
"So they don't test you guys on real people then... but on computery ones first? Smart... I guess." Kinda seemed... odd, but it was probably much safer than just throwing the recruits out into the street to face down drug dealers and hoodlums.
Yeah, much safer. Better than what she had been doing on her own, too. Practicing on virtual bad guys probably wouldn't end with her fighting her way out of some creepers basement, with a tag along.
... then again, she wouldn't have met Allison either, so... meh. "So... could you like program in anything? Like... King Kong, or Godzilla... and fight them?"
She managed to look hurt. ...A little. "Is this the same Sam that so many females have warned me about? Or did you get revenge on me by giving my stuff to some tweeny brat?" With a pout, she crossed her legs and scratched behind the pups ear as she decided to invade Megan's personal bubble again.
Ami's question knocked the stupid pout from her face, and she grinned. Time to bring out the kids! With a silent, cheerful command, her spiders clambered out from their various hiding places on her body, most from within her mop of blond hair. "Ami, these are my 'children', if you don't mind the figure of speech. Kids... say hello~" With another silent command, three of the spiders lined up on her knee, while the others gathered on her shoulders and waved their arms about. The three on her leg lifted themselves up high, clasped a few legs together, and proceeded to dance in a very spidery fashion.
She ignored the many soft whispers of questions, feeling that asking Mirror whether or not his woman was going to eat him after, and if they could have what was left over after- was maybe a bit much. "They say Hi back."
One dark eyebrow rose, and she nodded her head slowly at the girl.
"It is like... a boarding house? Is it free to live there so long as you're doing sh*t for people or something?"
Considering the fact that she lived with Roach free of charge, she couldn't really complain about her own home. But... she did like the idea of having a bigger place...
Sharing it with other people though? That was a deal breaker.
She needed her own space, as faaar away from the city and it's many annoying denizens as physically possible. "I've been considering moving somewhere bigger. My apartment is getting pretty cramped."
What with the hoard of looms now occupying an entire corner of her room..."I'm thinking of hunting down one of those old loft apartments scattered around the city... I just have to get my roommate to agree to move with me."
Which... was a task in itself. Damn bug was attached to his stupid apartment like he had been born in it or something.
"Danger room..?" That was a new word. She'd wandered around the inside of the mansion quite a bit, sure... but most of that time had been spent bothering a mirror shifter and lounging around by the pool. Whatever that room was, though, became unimportant the moment after Ami revealed that she'd attempted to join the X's.
"...Messed up? How?" Maybe whatever tryout thing was, was complicated... Ami seemed pretty smart to her, so paperwork and tests just didn't strike her as a challenge. Megan on the other hand, knew for a fact that tests were her downfall.
And then she mentioned something about FBI, and Megan was drawn from reminiscing about all of the times she had dozed off in classes, and doodled terrible things in the corners of her test papers. "Jesus... FBI classes? ...Bet you'd have been able to snap necks like pretzels, and vanish in plain sight..."
She stretched her back, sore shoulders protesting in the process. Man... doing anything was going to hurt like hell, but she knew she needed it. Not only would it help her get the knots out of her muscles, but on the off chance that she actually learned anything, she'd have new moves for the next time she felt like being a terrible hero.
Too tired to dodge the thwap, she took it and laughed. Giggled, actually. Like a kid. With a cough, she attempted to pull herself back into a more responsible mentality, and tucked her hands in her pockets.
"Yup, just like that... And, heh... I guess that kinda running works. Can't say I haven't hauled ass away from things I couldn't handle before." Like street fights, hostage situations, and more recently... terrible attempts at playing the hero.
Though... she hadn't run for this one. She hadn't needed to, as fate would have it.
"Sanctuary? I've heard of it... but never been there before. Prolly should have, considering I live right across the street. Isn't it some kind of mutant refuge?" She didn't know all of the details, only that Roach often vanished into the building and stayed for quite some time. There were rumors that circulated around it, but she really didn't care for them. Like the mansion, and all of the squishy good hearted folk that lived there, she wasn't all that interested in becoming much more involved than stealing a bed every now and then.
Things always got complicated, when you get too involved.
"You live there I take it?... Or work? What's it like?" Still, a few questions never hurt nobody....
“Oh? Maybe you should bring him with you, then, if he wouldn’t approve. Someone to talk sense into you.”
She snorted. Yeah, help her by knocking her teeth in. If he has his way, she was sure he would want to just put her in the hospital to keep her out of trouble... and with how much he was paying her for her work, she really didn't have any room to complain.
“Thanks, it was mostly just reacting, though. Didn’t really think about what I was doing at all. Not the best thing to rely on, there.”
Megan smirked. "Oh, I don't know about that... I think reacting is half of what wins a battle, instinct too... I'm far too slow, I think... I could probably use a lot more practice when it comes to reaction and instinct." In all of the fights she had even been in, most importantly the ones in the not so distant past, she could easily recall times when being faster on her feet would have been helpful. Also... being able to shut off the constantly yapping part of her mind. The part that often got her to say and do things that ended badly...
“Yeah, I’ve learned a bit of creativity. Still not much else for me to rely on, though, I never learned how to fight or anything. I guess you could say I learned how to run away.... Still, that’s not much use at times, either.”
"Ick... Running away. It never solves anything, I should know." Well, maybe a different sort of running away than Allison was talking about, but close enough for Megan to cringe inwardly. "I spent a good amount of time running from things...it only ever seemed to make the problem bigger. I like the idea that if you face it when it's small, it's easier to defeat... you know?" It felt odd... trying to be inspiring or wise... They were two words that just didn't fit her.
It was prolly supposed to be the other way around, and she was supposed to be taking notes from the girl. ... Or something. "...Where are we going, by the way?... This is awfully close to my apartment."