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 busy assessing a fading bruise on her cheek, when something separated from the shadows behind her. She was fully prepared for it to be Roach.. it was always Roach...
But when it wasn't, and she recognized the face staring back at her in the mirror.... She froze. Her mind shut down fully, and she was pretty sure her heart stopped dead in her chest. Trent... was standing behind her. Trent... was in her room. An icy stillness washed over her, and before she could react he enveloped her in his own special brand of hug. The rag that was pressed to her nose and mouth smelled terrible, and panic jolted her back into action. She latched onto his arm and kicked, effectively knocking her feet into the dresser her mirror was balanced on.
As his words sank in, while the world tilted and started to fade, the reflective glass toppled from it's pedestal and crashed onto her floor. Large jagged pieces bounced across the room, and her eyes slipped closed as she went limp in his arms.
***
When she woke up again, the world felt like it was gently rocking. Probably because she was leaning forward enough that her head could easily loll from one side to the other as she regained consciousness. Groggily, she blinked and tried to raise her head. It was a task in and of itself.. but after a while she managed. There was something behind her, rather uncomfortable and hard... but she wasn't able to remove herself from it, as she had been tied rather securely around her middle to whatever it was.
A few questions jumped to the tip of her tongue, and she grunted, raising a hand to her eyes. Where was she? The last thing she could remember was--
Megan sucked in a breath, and forced her head up, jolting tired neck muscles in the process. "...Trent..." A look of absolute horror splashed onto her features as she slowly took in where he had taken her... A cozy little church. Pews lined up in rows all the way back to the entrance doors. She glanced down her herself, noticing for the first time that she was dressed in a very familiar gown... and her heart sank straight through the floor.
She was in her grandmothers wedding dress. In a church. With the man she had been avoiding for nearly five years. She shuddered visibly, the color washing from her cheeks, and pinned her eyes back on the man. On him... She couldn't even think of anything to say. After a moment of staring, she noticed that she was not the only person present. Three others, an older couple and a young woman, sat huddled off to the left of him. She could hear very soft prayers being spoken... but didn't know why.
Off to the right, her eyes alighted on a new face, and one that was very familiar. They were handcuffed together, and to the pew itself. If possible, her heart sank even further. "...What.. what is all of this?" The fact that she had found her voice at all was amazing, but it still lacked it's usual bolster. It was pale in comparison, and filled with so much fear. She could feel panic creeping in, slowly giving her back a little bit of strength.
Deep down, she knew the answer to her own question... but she was far too distracted at the moment to pay any attention to the tiny, inner voice.
A grin found it's way back onto her lips, and she followed after, hugging herself around the ribs with one arm.
"The world would be a very dull, boring place without insanity." It was the truth to her, and nearly ever aspect of her life currently revolved around it. Her living arrangements, her friends... hell, the job she currently had. Someone would have to abandon their sane side at the door if they wanted to experience what her life was like.
Not that anyone would ever really know.
She also glanced at her surroundings, and noticed that they looked awfully familiar. Roaches apartment wasn't far off. Good. She thought. She could hear her bed calling to her already... "Crazy people like me are needed, to set standards for people... so they know not to dumb @%#$ things."
Who would have thunk it? The only other store within six blocks that owned a damn box set of Horse in the city, and it was literally just down the street from her!
With a grin on her lips, the twenty five year old took the stairs up to her floor two at a time. She was more than a little excited to just sit and relax for one night, especially with the surprise she had planned for her roommate. She hadn't told him about the dvd, mostly because she wanted to see the look on his face when she showed it to him. It was decided, rather quickly, that she would spring it upon him after dinner...
Rounding the top of the stairs, she paused momentarily to catch her breath. Her cheeks were pink and she felt light as a feather. Just down the hallway, her door sat waiting. She practically skipped over, comfortable around her own home, and slipped her lock into the key.
It was unlocked. "Damnit, Greg!" Nothing fanned the flame of her ire more than unlocked doors. Call her paranoid, but she still clung to old habits. With a huff, she clutched her bag to her chest, and stomped into the house. She could hear shuffling off in a back room, and figured he was busy with something. "Roach! You left the door unlocked!"
Eyeballing the living area for a moment, she shrugged off a sudden, strange feeling that washed over her and marched onward, toward her room. She'd hide the bag under her bed until dinner was over.
"You went and picked up dinner, right?" She stopped just inside her door to slip her sneakers off, and glanced at herself in the mirror.
The mouthful of words was flung at her, with enough barely controlled venom to stop her in her tracks. Allison was... correct. In every aspect of the word. It had been Megan's fault that they had gotten kidnapped in the first place. It had been her fault that a fistfight had been avoided, which would have made things a lot easier. All of that was the truth.
...but like hell if she was going to openly admit it.
Megan despised it when things where honestly, 100% her fault. She didn't like the feeling of carrying any amount of guilt on her shoulders... and after what Alli had said, she could feel that familiar burden being pressed down on her.
Thankfully, all of that was alleviated as the girls fist landed swiftly, and heavily, into her cheek. "OW!" The alien feeling of guilt no longer bothered her, now that she was dealing with a definitely bruised face.
She even managed a half annoyed, half hurt expression after, while she was rubbing the afflicted area. How did she hit so hard, being so small?! "...Okay... I deserved that one...." Though, deserving it didn't seem to make it hurt any less... "I wasn't really thinking... I probably should have been, but I've never been in that type of situation before. I dunno... "
A poor, shoddy attempt at an excuse. She knew that, and Allison probably knew that too. But it was really all she had. She hadn't been thinking. It had just come flying out of her mouth, and she had snapped her lips shut directly after. She knew well that it had been a mistake.
"I didn't mean for it to come out like that... and I wouldn't have let them actually do anything too you..." She could be honest to herself with that last bit. All antics, feelings, and inner workings aside, she trusted herself enough to know that letting two grown ass men take advantage of a woman while she was around just wasn't going to happen. She was a B#%@h, sure... but she wasn't completely heartless yet.
"I figured I could go for my knife if they turned their backs to me, and I could take at least one of them out...."
The spider queen scratched at the back of her head, unknowingly wiping off wet blood in her hair from the back of her hands. "I didn't get a chance to see anyone else... I got popped in the face and passed clean out."
She continued, but more or less grumbled under her breath instead of actually talking. She really didn't like how her plan had fallen through... but she could definitely see the faults in it now that she was away from the situation.
"I know a guy... and he got this crazy idea stuck in my head that I can be...eh, well, that I can do the same things all of those stupid super heroes do." She didn't look at the girl, Allison. Admitting such a thing was hard, given her current rate of failure to success. It wasn't something she was particularly good at, or proud of yet... but it seemed like the more she sucked at it, the harder she wanted to try.
Eventually, she have do something right.... right?
"I followed those guys for a while, spotted them dealing. I thought I could rig a fancy trap and catch them, thus avoiding a fight... but it didn't really work out like I had planned..."
In fact, it had worked out terribly. She was pretty damn sure she would he staggering around like a zombie in the morning... and for at least a week after. "I'm not very good in fights where I'm out numbered... Probably would have ended--... eh, .....It probably wouldn't have turned out very well for me without you there, though. So, thanks... I guess?" She grinned sheepishly, and tucked her hands into the pockets of her coat.
"Charlotte." She shot back, if a little distractedly. The substance on her hands has caught her attention. It was dark, and sticky. She decided quite readily that she didn't like it being in contact with her skin.
She kept real quiet as they wandered around, heading for the nearest exit. The spiders she had left behind were forgotten about, they were replaceable anyway, and she didn't even notice the quietly swiveling camera- tucked way up in one corner of the building- that had thus far tracked the two girls since they had left the room.
All Megan knew was that she was in one piece, if a little shaky. Definitely sore... but one whole woman all the same. She was damn sure that her jaw was bruised, and that she'd be limping around for at least a week due to the force mutants attacks. She chuckled dryly upon reaching the exit, waiting for her chance to step out into the night air.
"Oooh, god... that feels amazing." The night breeze on her smarting skin was cool and calming. It also helped that she was no longer stuffed in a hot, body filled room anymore. With a pained stretch, she turned to look at Allison, approval and respect clear on her face.
"You kicked some serious ass in there... how did you get caught up in all of this?" The girl didn't look like anything... but with that trick she had pulled, and the way she had... Ugh, best to keep her mind off of such things. At least for the moment.
She just couldn't fathom how the other had gotten herself caught up in the trouble. She seemed like the quiet type... if dangerous.
She found herself suddenly in a position she wasn't used to. Megan straddled him, one knee pressed onto the other arm to keep him from flinging any more painful waves at them, the other hooked over his chest.
...what to do with him?
She honestly didn't know. What did one do with a hostage? Especially a hostage who was part of a gang of jackasses?
After a moment of quiet contemplation, she came to a grim decision. "Let's make sure him and his buddies never do this again... Yes?"
Grimly, she matched the girls smile with one of her own. Perhaps a little less hidden and a little more malicious. These men deserved what they had coming to them... and she was in the mood to provide...
Shifting her weight a little, she pressed her knee into his arm a little harder, laying one hand on the floor to keep her balance as he bucked and kicked. Injured and blind as he might have been, he could still hear perfectly well. The slur of swear words that tumbled from his lips would have left even Megan blushing, had she been listening.
In all honesty though, she had tuned him out...
What felt like an hour later, she stumbled from the room. Her hands were stained red... her knife was bloodied. She didn't know exactly how to feel about what she had just done, but in a way it felt... justified.
Running a hand through her hair, she tucked her weapons away, back into their respective places, and tucked her mask into her back pocket. She was silent... mostly because she couldn't think of what to say. She supposed though, she should at least say something.
"...Soo..." Do you horribly mutilate people often? Man... how awkward. The twenty five year old turned to face the girl.
Tubby finally fell over, too shocked by the electrodes in his belly to stay on his feet while blinded. Megan didn't have a moment to gloat or attack further, however. Joe sent another wave flying her way, which hit her harder than the last. She smacked into the wall, grunting from the pain, and dropped to her knees. The second wave hit her and she could only curl into herself to try and avoid more damage.
Then... the other girl attacked.
Megan might have been shocked, or a little perturbed by the look on the girl face... had she seen it. She didn't though. She was in the process of curling into a tighter ball, fully expecting another terrible wave of pain.
... but it never came.
She peeked out from under her arm, muscles complaining as she dropped them from protectively shielding her head. Everything ached, she didn't want to move... but she had to. Joe was staggering away, one hand slapped to his face. Blood was gushing out from between his fingers.
She spied her knife in the girls hands, and a crooked smile curled her lips.
It looked as though the fight was turning in a more manageable direction. She pushed herself back to her feet, struggling as her legs protested under her own weight. Quite a few colorful swear words spilled past her lips, but she made it. Tubby was on the ground, still trying to pry her silk from his skin. She readied her stun gun and staggered over to him. There weren't words that she could say to adequately explain her feelings, so instead, she simply planted a foot on either side of his waist and leaned over. "Come." One quiet word, and her children rallied to her. Megan planted her weapon into the flesh of his stomach a second time, sending a jolt through his body. She curled a finger in the belt loop of his pants, and ordered her spiders to pile inside. He would regret being a complete a**wipe for the rest of his life.
The spiders sent him into a blind panic, but the damage was done before he could do anything to stop it. Fifteen sets of fangs sank into tender flesh wherever they found purchase, and Megan stepped away with a grin. He'd have to learn to live the rest of his life peeing out of a tube, if she knew her venom as well as she did. A dozen or more widow and wolf spider bites were more than enough to render his male parts useless, if not make them fall off entirely.
Joe, unlike Terri, was still mobile. And very, very angry. One eye was useless, yes, but it only served to make him a tad bit desperate and irrational. "@^%$*!" He reared his arm back, turning to face the girl who has wounded him. Megan, from her spot by the wall, pushed off and launched herself at the man. Her own weapon slammed into his ribs, just under his raised arm. A zap of electricity straight to the chest dropped him to his knees, and she used her body weight to knock him over.
"Get the knife!" A weak struggle ensued, a pitiful wrestling match between her and the guy. She was tired and strained, her body still aching from his many attacks. He was still recovering from the stun gun, and blood was pooling into his good eye.
Inadvertently, since he had already hit the other girl with another wave of force, he turned toward Megan. Her scrambling ended with her in a corner, back to the all, staring down a very angry tubby man, who had managed to hastily wrap his wound up and clean his eyes enough to see.
Joe lifted his arm like he was going to throw a fast pitch ball at her, and she flinched visibly. The force from the swing hit her like a brick wall, slamming her into the wall hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs. She felt like she was being pressed, squished rather, into the drywall. When it relented, she nearly fell over.
Gods... how were they supposed to fight someone like that?!
Tubby stalked forward after the wave had hit her, and swatted her hand away as she feebly attempted to swing her knife at him. The blade clattered across the floor, bumping gently into the other girls feet. "You little b@$%#!"
She didn't have the time to try and bring her stun gun up also, and ended up taking a full force backhand across the face. It was strong enough to knock her silly. "Screw selling them, Joe. I say we chop them up into small enough pieces that we won't even have to bury them!"
With a wince, she pushed herself back up against the wall. 'Bite!' Went out the silent command. The spiders within the room organized into small groups and skittered toward whoever was close to them. Joe flinched and swatted at himself as a widow and two jumping spiders sank their fangs in. It served as a minor distraction as a soft, burning pain set in. Not enough to kill him, or really slow him down... but it was enough that he ceased his spree of force attacks. Tubby didn't even notice a few spiders that had started to crawl up his leg. He was too busy hoisting Megan up by the collar of her shirt. "You P#@$%* off the wrong men, Missy. You should have just been a good little girl."
Megan laughed in his face, possibly a little delirious from the hits about her head and getting tossed around by Joe, and hawked a small wad of sticky silk into his face. It splattered across his nose and left eye, and he dropped her. Given his injured hand, he didn't have the strength to rip the sticky mess off. "You... should have just left me out on the street..." As the guy staggered away, she lurched forward and buried her stun gun straight into his stomach...
Joe saw her move, and reared an arm back to send another force wave at her, taking his attention off of the other girl entirely.
Her eyes narrowed, and a scowl twisted her lips. The boy squeaked in fear, and she stepped in front of him. She couldn't allow Rafael to take him. She couldn't allow him to just grab the kid and run.
Run...
The scowl vanished from her face, and for a moment she looked stunned. He was... running? From his past, what he remembered. "It only lasts for a day, Rafael. You can't keep this kid with you forever... that's crazy. He's a child.. he has to do kid stuff, and live his own life." She muttered, brows drawing together momentarily. She could hear cars buzzing past under the bridge, and stood her ground as he slowly approached. ".. You don't even know what type of person you aged into, how do you know you aren't happy, anyway?"
She took a hesitant step back, angling the boy and herself toward the edge of the bridge. He stayed directly behind her, eyes fixed on the terrifying shape of the man with the knife, ready to bolt at a moments notice. "You don't strike me as the type to run away from things... I've seen you take on people with shotguns before. You're strong, and fearless..." She was trying to make it sound convincing, like she was really, honestly trying to help him, or some other sentimental crap.... but she couldn't keep the truth out for long.
"...I don't want you to be like this forever... "
The selfish admission leaked out, and she took another step back, shooting a glance over her shoulder. The stun gun in her hand sparked back to life, and she frowned at him, raising it up into the space between them. Quickly, she glanced behind her, down at the road below. She could grab the boy and run... yeah, but the likelihood of both of them getting away cleanly was... very slim. Her eyes alighted on a rather large truck heading down the road toward them, and a desperate idea hatched. A very terrible, awful idea. "...I won't let you take him, Rafael."
Megan turned, scooped the kid up and tossed him over the railing of the bridge, just as a garbage truck started to pass underneath. With a shrill shriek the boy latched onto the arm of her shirt and Megan found herself tumbling head long over the side of the bridge with him. Being heavier, she landed first, and unluckily, the boy landed directly on top of her in the bed of the truck.
The drivers didn't even notice the extra weight, and the vehicle kept on going. Megan lifted her head, shaking off loose bits of nasty trash, and glanced back toward the bridge as they sped away.
...Man, he was going to be pissed at her later, if he remembered any of that.
It was a little annoying. On a good day, Megan didn't like children. She wasn't a fan of them now, with confusion running rampant and Rafael stalking toward them.
“I saw what you did. I know what you can do. I…I just want to ask about your power. Is it permanent? Can I stay like this?”
The other eyebrow shot up to join it's twin, under the cover of her bangs. Stay like this...? FOREVER? Fear shot through her... fear of many things, none of them normal. ...Or sane.
The selfish side of her nature, which was a pretty big portion, crept up. She didn't want him to be all young and... bleh, forever. She didn't think it was something he needed. He was so much better off in her opinion, the way he had been before the kid had changed him. He didn't care, or..or... any of that awful stuff. She was comfortable with him like that, and she didn't want it taken away....
She didn't care if it was selfish. Not. One. Bit.
"It...It only lasts a little while. A day, I think... Please don't take me back! I don't want to go back..." The kid squeezed her leg, and she winced, drawn from her thoughts. Only 24 hours? The stun gun in her hand shifted, and she looked back to the man she had spent the night with.
"...You only want him for questions... right?" Blue eyes trained on him, and she shifted on her feet. Sneakers silent on the pavement. Unconsciously, she drew a hand back and set it atop the kids head, ruffling his hair slightly. "You're going to let him go...?"
She wasn't sure what he was up to, but the desperation in his voice, and in his eyes, led her to believe that something else was going on. Her mind was going in twenty different directions.. and she really didn't like most of them.
There was always something to disturb her calm. Ruin her quiet time, and leave her wanting to throw something at the fast moving cars below. So, she did. A car screeched somewhere below, probably due to the glass coke bottle she had lobbed over the side of the bridge crashing through someones windshield.
She had only just sat down to enjoy a moment to herself, after running around the city all day looking for a box set of the TV show her and Greg watched together. For some reason, someone had gone around and bought up the same set... so it had taken her hours to find it. She hadn't even had time to change anything other than her shoes and to drag a coat on, on her way back out of her apartment.
And... now someone, somewhere... was ruining her moment. It seemed to be a trend nowadays. Marching up the pavement of the bridge, she rounded the top to find an interesting scene. A man on top of another man, and some tween kid backing another kid into a corner. It was a confusing sight to see, and then when she noticed who one of the men was... it was awkward.
Oh god...
What was she supposed to do? Run? She felt like running. She really, really didn't want want to talk to him right now... she hadn't even had time to sort out any of what had happened the last time she had seen him! Megan stood there, all sorts of shock written onto her features.. before her eyes turned to the youngest boy. The glasses jogged her memory, and she swore. That was the kid he had been looking for!
Th twenty five year old dropped her bag, dvd's and all, and rushed forward. The boy was heading her way anyway. The teen, who looked more than a little confused, spotted her and faulted for a step or two. Spit kid ran past her, and for some reason decided that she was the best thing to hide behind.
"Please... don't let them get me...please!"
One dark eyebrow shot straight up, but she didn't have much time to snap back at him... because the teen was heading right for her. She fished her stun gun out from the pocket of her dress, and as he closed in on her, she threw it out at him.... Right into his throat. With the push of a button, electricity rocketed into his body. He grunted, went completely ridged, and toppled straight backwards. Megan didn't even flinch when his head smacked into the pavement. She just stood there, stun gun still sparking, and blinked.
She just managed to reach out and snatch her stun gun back, when a hand latched into the hood of her coat and she was yanked backwards sharply. The twenty five year old toppled, landing flat on her back with an Oof. It was then that she spotted Tattoo... who no longer lived up to his namesake, and the massive Crocodile Dundee blade he was wielding.
Her stomach twisted for a moment as it glinted in the light, and she reacted on instinct. The spider queen swiftly turned, her stun gun gripped firmly in her palm, and slammed the weapon into the mans thigh. He yelped, dropping to a knee, and she attempted to scoot away from him and his wicked blade.
Joe, who was relatively new to the room, was having a hard time sorting everything out. One man was cussing up a storm and bleeding all over the place while wiping at his eyes with his good hand, and the other was... being electrocuted, and then he was knocked completely from his feet when the other, smaller, girl sent her fist crashing into his face.
A vein in his head throbbed as his temper flared. Two grown ass men were being thwarted by some twig of a girl, and some freaky chick in black? It didn't compute. He was going to have to give them an earful later, after he fixed the situation. "That the %$#& is this?" He reached out and grabbed Terri by the front of the shirt, and none to gently shoved him out of the way. With the.. -what was that, ink?-... in his eyes, he was more than useless for the time being.
He swatted a few spiders out of his way, not noticing when a few found purchase on him. "You two are more trouble than you're worth..." He growled, and pulled his arm back. With one swing, as if he were swatting the air before him with the palm of his hand, he sent a massive wave of force crashing toward the two females.
Megan had been about to kick the downed, tattooless man in the face again, when the wave hit her and she was sent flying across the floor. She crashed into the wall behind, curling in on herself when Tattoo came crashing on top of her. 'Sh*t, he was a mutant too!' It figured... She cursed wildly, making sure to press her stun gun into the back of tattoo's neck for a good measure... just to make sure he'd be out of the fight, then scrambled along the wall to try and escape the next wave Joe was going to send at them.