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.
Ha! Had she not been damn certain that the kid was joking, she might had speared him with a strange look. Instead, she laughed. Loudly. "I don't think I'd fit in very well with a bunch of goody-goodies... I'm not exactly the nicest person in the world. Say.. is that girl scout uniform still laying around here somewhere?"
The very idea of trying to join such an organization... it was just plain strange. Megan couldn't managed to keep herself out of trouble and she knew it. In a way, she liked it. Probably a trait she had gotten from her insectoid roommate.
"I think I'm much happier being an average Jane. Er... well, slightly less than average Jane, anyway."
The fight around her intensified, but she didn't see it. She was locked in an arm wrestling match with the grey skinned boy. He was tugging her bat, trying to forcefully pull it from her grasp.
He was also winning.
She couldn't keep her fingers from starting to slip, and physically she was the weaker one. But.. she wasn't out of the game yet. Megan tugged back, pulling with all of her strength. He had to pull harder, and when he did, she suddenly pushed it toward him.
The metal neck crashed straight into his nose, and she heard an audible crack!, even over the sounds of others fighting. With a gasp, he staggered back, loosening his grip on her weapon momentarily. Before she could yank it away though, he was back on the offensive.
A deep, dark gash had opened up on the bridge of his nose and red poured from it like a small waterfall. The kid lunged at her with a growl, knocking her back off of her feet. Pavement didn't feel very good when you were smacked into it with someone's full weight on top of you. It felt even worse when the weapon you were trying to defend yourself with was suddenly pressed into your throat. Roughly.
With a strangled cough, she wiggled to get her arms free, as the guy pressed some of his weight onto the bat. She was forced to grab onto it with one arm, in order to keep it from fully crushing her windpipe and various other needed neck parts. "That... was a nice trick." He shifted until he was straddling her waist, a prime position to continue to choke her. "Unfortunately, it only pissed me off, and look! Now you can't do anything."
He was right about one thing, she had pissed him off something fierce... but, she didn't entirely think herself helpless just yet. The pressure on her neck prevented her from talking, or spitting for that matter. If she didn't get him off of her before he fully cut off the blood supply to her brain, she knew very well she'd pass out, possibly even die if he held it there long enough.
She bucked and shifted, lifting her hips with the powerful muscles in her legs.... but he managed to keep himself on. All of the jolting and bouncing however, knocked a small silver rectangle from one of his pockets. It clattered to the ground, just as he leaned over her and pressed harder. "How about a kiss, sweetheart?" Those black lips of his peels back, stained teeth peeked through, and he opened his mouth. A lengthy tongue lolled out, coated in black, sticky tar, and he made those awful choking sounds again.
Tendrils of gooey tar dribbled down toward her. She managed to wiggle her head to the side enough to avoid them temporarily, but if he freakin' vomited up the stuff right on her face she'd be screwed. A glint caught her eye, and she glanced over to the item that had fallen from him. It was a lighter... One hand flashed out and grabbed it, and she flicked it open with her thumb, wincing as the pressure on her neck increased ten fold.
Tar burned... right?
Well, she was about to find out. With a twitch of the thumb, a little flame jumped to light. She was quick to thrust it up into his face, where it contacted the black dripping from his mouth and.... he immediately caught fire. With a scream the guy jumped back, and the pressure on her neck vanished. She rolled over and gagged, then coughed for a good minute and a half with her hands at her throat. The mutant rolled off to the side, trying in vain to put himself out. The tar that he had been building up had all ignited in a fluid wave. She really didn't want to see what was going on, on the inside of him.
"F@in' creep..." A glance over her shoulder showed her two things. One, Rook was nowhere to be seen... and two, a dense fog had overtaken the street. She would have cocked an eyebrow and openly question the likely hood of such a thing.. but then it started to move...
A dark shape became visible, and within seconds the quiet, nonthreatening boy who had been standing quietly the whole time appeared. A malicious, twisted smile sat smack on his lips. It was concerning, especially since she couldn't seen her fighting partner anywhere. The kid closed in on her, one slow, measured step at a time, and suddenly the air around her started to change.
It got wetter, and heavier. Suddenly, it was hard to breath all over again, and yet no ones hands were around her throat. It was like a sauna sprang up out of nowhere to smack her in the face. The kid stepped closer still, and the pressure intensified. Megan, not understanding in the least what was going on, coughed and choked some more, before she decided that sticking around was a bad idea. Scrambling to her feet, she dragged herself up and away, her bat clutched tightly in one hand.
Rook was somewhere, but with the odd, creepy mutant kid making it impossible to stay, she wasn't about to loiter around and try to find him... She hauled ass up the street, until she couldn't see anything remotely fight like anymore, then headed home as fast as possible...
She couldn't keep up with what was going in. For a few, panicked moments, she struggled with the rope that bound her to the large wooden cross, part of an elaborate backdrop behind the podium.
She just wanted to free herself, and leave. Escape through a back door or something while Trent was distracted... but the damn ropes were tied too tight!. She could barely get her fingers between her stomach and the bindings, without it digging in painfully.
She didn't bother to hide the fact that she was attempting to pry herself free when Trent turned back around, then made his way toward her. She did however, lean as far away from him as she could.
"Ahh, my little Spider..."
She felt her skin crawl, and automatically started pumping as much of her energy as she could into a full sized batch of spiders all along her back. She was too shocked to say anything back, but she reacted to his words accordingly. She shuddered, and as soon as he turned his back sh set about trying to turn and reach for wherever the knot in the rope was behind her.
Part of her wasn't surprised at the guns presence, she had never known him to be shy when it came to weapons. But the venom in his voice, and the anger that rippled through him caught her completely off guard. With another fear filled tremble, she doubled her efforts to free herself. Behind her, she could barely feel the knot... but no matter how hard she strained her arms, and tried to turn herself for more reach... she couldn't grasp it. He had bound her too tightly.
The burst of energy that had hit her from the shock of the whole situation was wearing off swiftly, leaving her little more than a shaking mess. She was starting to feel things again... just as she had the night she had left him in Oregon, all those years before.
"Carlyle... Remember what we talked about before? Do it?"
She watched, icy eyes honestly filled with a mix of fear and disbelief, as one of the men was swiftly taken down by the other... and then as the last was taken down by Trenton. Megan turned her eyes away at the last minute, unable to keep a soft, distressed whine from slipping from her. Her knees felt weak, and she was all of the sudden thankful that the rope around her midsection was present to keep her standing. The situation was starting to feel more and more impossible... Two people were dead (and one she had yet to notice). "...what happened to you...? You weren't like this before..." She probably knew than answer to that question as well... but didn't give herself time to think on it. He had always been a little violent, strong willed and intimidating. It had been one of the many things that had drawn her to him.
"We don't need witnesses for this... Please, Trent..." The timidness of her own voice grated her on the inside. She hadn't heard herself sound like such a soft, yellow bellied weakling in such a long time, that it only proved to force her further back into the past. She refused to look at him, instead deciding to stare across the room at the three strangers huddled together on a bench. The girl was young, if only a little younger than Megan herself. The unwanted feeling of guilt dig it's claws into her, and she shuddered again. A voice somewhere within kept whispering that this was all her fault, and it was.
She knew that truth well, and couldn't hide from it.
She was tired of running, anyway... she was tired of being someone else. And.... She was very, very tired of trying to outrun the blame. The anger that usually bubbled inside was quenched and buried. Her words were as hollow as she felt. Slowly, she turned her eyes back toward where Rafael and the other boy sat. At least one was a familiar face... though she doubted he could do much while handcuffed like that. Roach though... if he had been with th-- Like lightning, a pang of pure, unbridled fear shot through her. Where was Roach? Blue eyes shot to Trent, wide, accusing, and searching.
"Where is Gregory? What did you do to him!?" He had been at the apartment when she had left... she knew he had. The door had been unlocked, but not broken. Panic sprung back up, and pushed from oomph into her words.
Something terrible assaulted her eyes, and she was knocked back into her not-quite-so-happy mood again. The twenty five year old had heard about the girl who has inspired the costume. She wasn't impressed.
It also didn't help that right behind her came a short booby woman who has squeezed herself into high-heels and a bikini of some sort. They looked like beef bones, and it made Megan cringe. "Oooh~ You found us a Hero to toy with, I wonder what's under his mask~"
She cringed again, and the pain kept on coming. Another body joined them, a taller girl who had covered herself in bits and pieces of scrap metal. An intricate and elaborate tail swung behind her gently- it was the only part of her costume that garnered any merit in Megan's opinion. "The Masochist, huh? I've got pain to dish out, sweety, if you can take it."
Uugh... She wasn't going to be able to take much more. Half of her wanted to just abandon her companion and leave him to his fate with being fawned over by stupidly dressed fan-girls. While the other part of her really wanted to break each of their noses, in different ways. God! They were dressed as some of the most heinous and despicable villains in the city, some had active warrants out for their arrests... AND THEY WERE ACTING LIKE IDIOTS.
It was a crime in and of itself. "Girls... please. Drool somewhere else."
Three pairs of heavily mascaraed eyes were angled her way, and she couldn't stop a smirk from curling her lips. "I'm sure there are plenty of other desperate nerds wandering around for you to throw yourselves at."
The one with the droopy bow in her hair set her hands on her hips, chest bouncing as she huffed. The 'Aura' impersonator crossed her arms over her own chest, and the girl with the metal tail completely ignored her. She was too busy laying on the cheesy pick up lines heavily in the Masochist's direction... "And who are you supposed to me? Some boring side kick? Slapping contacts in and throwing on some black doesn't qualify as a costume you know... Each of our costumes took days to make, why, that Meld tail took a month just to get all of the pieces!"
She squeezed the arm looped around her shoulders, trying really, really hard to suppress the violent urges trying to over take her. Surprisingly... she managed. Until that is, 'Aura' plonked her gently on the head with her pink, plastic sword.
She dropped her hand from her companions arm, drew it back swiftly, and popped the chubby girl right in the mouth. Not hard enough to really do any actual damage, mind you, but certainly hard enough for her message to get through. The girl shrieked and reeled back, her heels buckled and she toppled over. The one with the bone bathing suit watched her friend wall, then turned back to shoot a startled, angry look Megan's way. The girl with the tail up and abandoned her friends, vanishing into the crowd.
"You can't do that!" The booby one exclaimed, while Megan reared her other arm back, intent on popping that girl in the mouth as well.
Megan eyed the flyer suspiciously, one mutant in particular springing to mind. It didn't look like something the girl she had met would be into, but, meh... you could never know these days.
The 'Aikidonchumesswitme School of self Defense' (or maybe she was reading it humorously wrong) seemed to offer a lot of different things, according to the paper. Blue eyes skimmed the text, before she finished and looked at the curious moving pictures again.
"..I've always wanted to get my hands on one of those wizard pictures... and shake it, just to see if the little people inside bounce around.
With a half grin, she handed the paper back and turned her eyes out the window. Cars and people rolled on by, and she relaxed back into her seat a little.
"So... How did you find this school thing? Do you take classes like this regularly?" She had to... if she was dating Gawainya. How else was she supposed to wallop him good when he acted up? Well... she knew there were other ways of winning arguments and dealing with troublesome menfolk. But she was hardly about to assume such a thing of the girl she had only begun to get to know.
Ami seemed smart, and wise for her age. She Megan had no doubt that she knew how to handle herself, and situations. In a way, it was just another thing she was ever so slightly jealous of. When she had been the girls age, she had been a brainless rock in comparison... and she had most definitely paid for it in the long run.
Yeah... maybe self defense classes wouldn't be such a bad idea, especially if she intended to continue trying to stop hoodlums and vandals in the middle of the night.
Megan cringed at the very thought of attempting to drag the Masochist around with her. Aside from the constant clashing, she didn't like him much past his vigilante exterior. What lay underneath that mask of his didn't interest her at all.
"That's about as likely as me suddenly becoming a nun... and yes, it would be a very, very bad idea. I don't think he'd be too happy that I've been out causing problems and stirring up trouble." She snorted, and continued on walking beside Allison.
Yeah... She was almost 100% sure that the vigilante she knew would either rip into her verbally about her midnight excursions, or he'd tear into her physically. She'd seen it before, and really wanted to avoid getting on his violent side as much as possible.
"I dunno, Alli... You took care of that guys face pretty well... and, well..." She whistled, thinking back on the grisly scene they had left behind. She also shuddered, just a little. "You didn't act like a terrible hero back there, and you sure saved my hide!"
It was as close to a thank you as she could currently get, without having some sort of vague attachment to the person first. "I think people now days rely on their mutations too much.... You did just fine with your fists and a knife, in my opinion... and the ink thing? F@%&in' brilliant. I didn't even realize what you had done until after." She chuckled, scratching at the back of her neck, and winced as muscles along one side of her ribs protested.
Still grumbling under her breath, Megan reclaimed her hold on him and marched on. He had mentioned the booths, so that was where she allowed herself to be steered.
When they finally got there, they spotted tons of booths, with tons of merchandise. All sorts of things were being peddled. Posters of real life and fiction heroes alike, realistic and... not so realistic costumes... Even pictures with other semi famous people.
Not that she had any desire what-so-ever to join in on the festivities anymore. Her sullen mood had returned, and she felt like going home more than ever. Roach could always make her feel better. He was funny, and witty... and #%&@ing honest. Something the world lacked, and greatly needed.
Hypocrite...
Still, at least the mulling about within the crowd helped to take her mind off of the Blue A**hole and the sever let down meeting him in person had been. Taking people at their face value... it was a mistake that she would never allow to happen again, not with heroes anyway.
Her spiders returned to their various posts, once again radioing in with information on where people in Judge like costumes were located. Unfortunately, it was once again relatively muddled info, and left her with little more than vague directions.
"...Where do you want to start? It's your property, after all..."
"I don't get back at people. I give them what they deserve. That guy doesn't have the right to bask in glory if he's too pig headed to talk to one goddamn fan. He deserves every single spider bite I can lay on him...."
Her voice was quiet and sharp. She stopped and turned to look at the masked man, for once looking past the hero get up, toward the person underneath. "You heard what he said... I hadn't even opened my mouth yet, and he had already assumed I was just some hussy who wanted to sleep with him. I don't care if he's #%^$ing Gandhi, he doesn't deserve all of praise and attention thrown his way."
Huffing, she crossed her arms and glared with enough venom at the people around them to make a few passersby avoid walking past her entirely. Megan didn't like it when people up and changed on her. She liked it when things were what they appeared to be, rather than something stupid and wholly wrong wrapped in sugar.
After a moment or two, though... she called her children off. He had a point... she didn't need to start anything, not now... when they had a mission at hand.
"You're not perfect... but you are twenty times the hero he will ever be, purely out of being a better goddamn person."
She wasn't exactly off put by the initial turn down. Sure, he was cool and important.. whatever. She was smart enough to know that the world didn't revolve around her, and she could deal If she had to wait for him to be on the clock, so be it! ....But... when he turned, ignoring her completely, and started chatting with her companion, dropping hints about how much better he was than the wittle ol' Masochist, she felt her excitement deflate.
Who was this p@%&k? Seriously.. who was he?! Everything she had ever heard about him went up in a poof of fire and smoke, and she was left standing and blinking in amazement at someone who she had just been fangirling over. What a d*ckwagon! She probably would have just tuned him out, regretting ever giving him the time of day, and returned to her business...
"...Oh, and chick. My room number is 415, bring a hot friend or don't bother"
...but then he said that, and her temper flared. Chick? She was so unimportant to him, that she didn't even require a name? Her cheeks burned red, and she abandoned the search to find the stolen uniform. With one silent command, she set her children on a much more important task; Search and destroy. If they found that jerkhole before he left her radius of control, they were to throw themselves into a full on suicide mission in order to lay as many fangs into his flesh as possible. She wanted him so full of venom that his airways and veins closed off from swelling, and his stupid, goddamn pig eyeballs popped out from the pressure! Hell, she considered starting up a new brood of children, just to send another wave after him...
and damn the consequences!
"....Just another d@$&ch with a stick up his @#$... " Was her quiet reply back. There was no way for her to keep the hurt from her voice, at being completely let down over the whole situation...by someone she had once admired. Sure, he saved people and wore a suit... but half the reason she liked super heroes to begin with was because they were supposed to be shining examples of humanity! ...Proof that there was still some good in the world, and all that jazz
What a crock... She should have known better... Without another word, she turned and marched off
Scratching at one cheek, she blinked at the girl, remaining standing after she shut the door. "Ai..kido?" What was that... like judo, or karate? No... wait! It was the sword thing, right?
Blue eyes blinked, and she crossed her arms over her chest. Her bed was right over there... but she had been tossing and turning for quiet a while now. Sleep just didn't want to stick around. Maybe getting out, having some fresh air, and hanging around with one of the few people she could actually stand would make her feel better?
"No idea what Aikido is, but sure! I'm always up for trying new things." She turned on her heel, kneeling by the side of her bed where her backpack was, and fished out a clean t-shirt and a pair of stretchy skinny jeans. They probably weren't the best choices for an activity, but they were all she had.
Excusing herself for a moment, she shut herself in the bathroom to change, and pull her hair back into little spiky pigtails. She slapped a little cover up on, and then headed back out, slipping her shoes on by the door.
"So... where is this thing being held?" The smile on her lips was genuine, because she was too tired to slip into any kind of character in the moment.
His trick worked for a second. Megan glanced down at the carpet, a sneer of utter disgust curling one corner of her lips. Joking about it was one thing, but she knew teen hormones- having been one not long ago- (and because of current events...).. She was wholly prepared to take his words at face value and track down a fire mutant to torch her side of the room, before Ami butted in and saved her from having to backpedal entirely out of the room.
"Ouch! That one had to hurt a little, Gawianya." With a snicker, she turned and plopped onto her old bed.
"Team leader now, huh?" In a way, even though she didn't know what exactly a title like that meant, she was a little proud that he had done something with himself. The X's weren't a bad group, if terribly boring. She could only assume good things for him.
"I'm proud of you, kid. That sounds like a pretty awesome get up."
She replied with a snicker, and fiddled with the stun gun in her pocket.
"I think I'll take you up on that advice... getting my arse handed to me on a nightly basis isn't exactly on the top of my priority list. Maybe I'll stick to helping little old ladies across streets and stuff."
Or, pushing the old broads into the street. That sounded like just as much fun. Medicine bottles flying everywhere!
"Honestly... I'm only doing things like this to prove that I can. I would make a terrible hero. Really, a terrible one. I don't like people enough to expend the energy to listen to them on good days, let alone save someone from danger..."
She didn't even know how she managed to save herself sometimes... and considering how her few scrapes with those on the wrong side of the law had gone down, she probably wouldn't have been around to get into even more trouble, if people stopped stepping in to help her. A bitterness crept up under her current mood, and she frowned at nothing in particular.
Life always had a way of rubbing her current uselessness in her face, even if she had managed to do something productive.
The blankets piled on her bed shifted, and a tired looking, frumpy Megan poked her head out.
She was about to bark out a complaint about people banging on doors too early in the morning... when she caught sight of her alarm clock. Oh... never mind, then. No yelling today. Instead, she rubbed at her eyes, for once free of makeup.
Unfortunately, that also meant that the unsightly bruises and scrapes that littered her body were clearly visible with nothing covering them up. Not that Megan cared.. but it was an odd occurrence to anyone who knew her well. Of where there weren't many..
Crawling from her pile of warmth, she staggered toward the door in pajama shorts and a tank top. With a look set on her face to scare away any potential pesky friends of her roommates, she yanked the door open...
And blinked at Ami. "Oh... Ami?" The scowl dropped from her lips, her expression softened, and she stepped aside to let the girl in. For some reason she couldn't really put her finger on... Ami was OK. She was cool, and she lacked the annoying qualities most girls her act exuded.