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.
For the second time in one night, a damned machine ruined a good kiss. A really good kiss. She had actually wobbled a little bit, from the combined force of his words and the sincerity in his lips against hers.
There would be no mercy.
"It's dead, that's what it is..."
Muttering every cuss word imaginable under her breath, she pried herself away from him, marched across the room to where the offending clock sat- mocking the both of them with it's terrible taste in music, and yanked the cord from the wall. She thought about just stopping there, but considering it was the second time it had ruined a moment for her, a very rare moment, she picked it up and stomped from the room.
A moment later, after waltzing into the bathroom and tossing the clock in the toilet, she slammed the door shut and marched back across the room. Her features set in a very determined manner, Megan didn't bother going around the bed- instead choosing to walk on it. "There... problem solved."
Her impatiens shined through the haze of being barely drunk, and she stopped before him, helped with the height of the bed to better access his lips. Her fingers caught the collar of his vest, pulling him toward her, and then her arms looped around his neck and she leaned in and kissed him just as he had been kissing her... before the nasty interruption.
Silently, she called her spiders to march down the hall and close the bedroom door. Since most had already been there, curiously spying on the whole exchange, it was an easy feat to accomplish. They simply lined up, attached silken lines from their spinnerets, and pulled until the door swung gently closed.
With both the clock and her spying spiders out of the way, she chose to simply fall back into the sway of things, and let herself go again. It had been much too easy to give up things like this, bodily contact and all, but right now- in the moment she had stolen.
.... And by god, if anything else bothered her, she was going to go on a rampage.
She tried to do the math in her head, while waiting for him to react, and failed terribly. Things were moving too fast in there, all of her thoughts packed close together, like a bunch of clowns in a tiny car. Had she the time, she would have attempted to subtract his current age from what she thought he had been before.
When he caught the pillow, she scrambled across the bed and snatched up another, climbing to her feet a little unsteadily on the mattress. "Unless you beat your marks to death with pillows on a regular basis, I shouldn't have much to fear... no? ...Besides... the whole assassin thing only works on people who fear death..."
The images her own statement brought to mind pulled a few quiet, giddy giggles from her, and she hefted her own fluffy weapon up at her side like a sack slung over her shoulder. "...and I was getting bored anyway!"
Kicking her shoes off, she stepped toward him and swung. She didn't have to remind herself to swing gently either, because the fluttering in her stomach spread a little and she couldn't have put her full strength into it if she had tried. Still, it felt glorious. And she truly didn't care that she was attempting to swat a trained killer around the head with a pillow, while try to dodge like mad.
It was too much fun just letting go, something she honestly missed from when she had first moved to New York. The feeling of ripping down a side street, well over the speed limit. Like when she had met Meld after a poor attempt to steal a spider from a museum. She laughed again, a little bit louder and hopped off the bed, intending to circle around and close in on him...
...But caught her foot on the edge of the bed as she moved.. and instead, she more of fell into him. Her pillow landed on the floor a little ways away, ruining her plan of attack entirely... but she continued laughing. The alcohol in her system helped her to not care about the closeness, while she grinned up at him.
Sending a full out grin Gawain's way, Megan pushed herself to her feet finally, dusting off her rump and tugging her hoodie back into place. "I know, shocking.. isn't it?"
The girlfriend, whom she had mostly ignored up till now, spoke again. She shifted her full attention. "Me? Oh, I'm dandy. Just thought I'd drop by and see how my roomie was going. Obviously well, from the looks of it."
Turning an impish gaze back to gawain, she crossed her arms over her chest and chuckled. "I thought I taught you the sock on the door trick?"
The dog ceased licking when it's owner came home, and she couldn't have been more happy. The damn thing had managed to clean most of her eyeshadow off, and her bangs may as well have been hair sprayed straight up with slobber. Wiping her face clean of Anuga breath and left over saliva, she squinted up at the one, or one's, who had saved her from more feverish licking.
It was Gawain... and some girl.
Blinking, it only took a heart beat for a smirk to curve her lips. "Did I catch you at a bad time, Gawainya?" She questioned, an innocent tone in her voice, while completely ignoring the question that had been asked of her.
From what she could see, she most definitely had. Under the circumstances, she would have probably excused herself and left Gawain alone... but, she hadn't seen him in a while, and she was mighty curious about the girl he was with.
"So, this is the girlfriend then? 'Bout time I get to meet her."
She didn't bother to move from her spot, instead choosing to keep an arm free to hold the large dog back if needed, and attempted to look like she just belonged on the floor, slouched over, with her feet crossed over each other.
It had been a while since she had last bothered the kids at the school, and it was long past due.
Honestly, she knew she was treading a thin line. Having spent so much time on disappearing, to just show up at one of her old haunts was dangerous. Part of her, a large part mind you, was now absolutely sure she had lost her stalker... but, there was still a small part of her that refused to ditch the idea that she was being followed, spied on, and actively watched. Thankfully, she was able to suppress those foolish notions quite easily. She doubted that Trent had enough resources to follow her forever, anyway.
Megan was rejoicing in her new freedom, and one of the first things she had decided to do was visit a young friend of hers.
After a small hassle of getting into the mansion, what with her new face and all, it got straightened out and she marched on up the familiar path, stopping before the one door she had ever bothered to look behind. She didn't even bother to knock, simply turning the knob and stepping on inside.
"...Hello?" No voices greeted her, but after a moment she heard something. Paws on floor, panting.... She recalled her sometimes roommate had gotten a dog, which she had met once before. If she recalled correctly, the little thing like chewing on spiders... Hmm, what was it's name? She was half way into the room, trying to recall what Gawainya had called it, when the pup came careening from out of the bathroom. Only... it was a pup no longer. Megan had a half of a second to inwardly panic about what she was absolutely sure to be an imminent mauling, when the big doggy knocked her to the floor and started mercilessly licking her entire face.
"Augh! God, get off!" The rest of her sentence was a jumble of colorful cussing, while she struggled to get back to her feet.
The smirk on her lips faded slightly, as her target stepped down from his chair and invaded her bubble again. Her heart beat sped up a little, but this time she managed to keep her face from turning bright red. He was so close that she really expected more kissing, or...something. She even let her eyes slip closed a little, expecting warm lips and strong arms.
...But definitely not him stealing her rum away from her... again!
Blinking, she stood there, head tilted slightly in confusion, as it slowly registered that he was enjoying the rum, and she was not enjoying anything. Her lips drew out into a thin little, unimpressed line, and she snorted softly, crossing her arms over her chest. Okay... he had gotten her that time.
“You should be careful with that rum, It’ll pack a punch when you least expect it.”
The giggle she responded with should have been more than enough proof to his statement. She could handle her alcohol alright, and she really didn't mind much being a little too intoxicated. Generally, the less she felt the better. In fact, even as she watched him, while he turned and plopped down onto the bed, she was feeling less and less awkward. She probably had the bottle he had given back to her to thank for that, rather than simply acclimatizing to the situation. But either way, it was very much appreciated... Thoughts of the past dimmed and faded, fears and worries here properly buried. She stepped forward, leaning in slightly to look at the picture he showed her, before plucking it from his grasp to get a better look.
Circling around to him, so she could claim a seat for herself, she set the bottle down beside the bed and stared at the kid in the photograph. It had been dark enough that she hadn't really seen a lot of his features. She didn't know if the guy she had seen had been wearing glasses for not, but... considering that the fast moving shadow hadn't exactly been the size of a man..., she could guess that the kid was their culprit. "...I don't know for sure... He was running too fast, and it was a little too dark for me to really see clearly..."
She tried to recall all of the information her children had given her before they had left the warehouse. The kid had been running erratically, sticking to shadows... he had been crying, if she could decipher 'It's leaking water and making annoying grunting sounds' as spider lingo for tears and distress. "From what my kids told me.. it sounds like this is probably the kid though... Does any of that paperwork say how he could have magicked you into this?" She handed the photo back, her mind temporarily off of more intimate things, and leaned back on her arms. Through half lidded eyes, as she was enjoying the fluttery feeling of being pleasantly tipsy (or so she thought), she watched him.
"...How old are you?" She asked suddenly, more or less out of the blue. She couldn't help but wonder. The gap between his present self and his older self was pretty wide.
Her fingers brushed against one of the pillows on the bed, and she turned her chin, looking over to it lazily. Blue eyes blinked, and a little smirk returned to it's home on her lips. A little idea hatched in her mind, and she hooked her fingers around the corner of that pillow. Eyes slowly turning back around to Rafael, while she fixed the most innocent expression she could manage on her face. Without warning, she turned and sent the pillow flying toward him, while crawling up onto the bed on her knees for better leverage.
Her anger dissipated a little with the appearance of someone who seemed to know what the hell was going on. Or, at least, he knew who the masochist was, and that she was standing next to the real thing. Progress, finally! >>"Looks like him... If it really is him, though, he'll have a gun shot wound from that bank robbery."
Their eyes widened, her's narrowed. The man next to her took a little of his weight away and lifted his shirt. Yep... There was a bandaged gunshot wound. She went from eying it to see how bad it was, which was nearly impossible with all of the gauze wrapped around it, to eying him. He hadn't said anything... not a single complaint.
She could respect that, seeing as it was a trait she knew she lacked. She hated pain, all forms of it. Scratches, cuts, burns, bee stings... she hated them all, and avoided them like the plague. The only wounds that didn't actively bother her were her spider wounds. And mostly, that was because she liked the stupid little critters too much.
Her attention was drawn back to the situation at hand, just as her shoulder started throbbing for sympathy. She was really going to have to improve the Judge's suit, if he was going up against guns all the time. "I'm the costume designer." She answered, after a moment of thought. She couldn't tell them about the stolen suit.. because she was damn sure he'd kill her for realz if she blabbed that important bit of info at a super hero convention.
Blinking she stood and waited as he hurried out of the room, then hurried back in... with a chair.
"..Eh... okay?"
Confusion ran rampant, and she went ahead and followed his directions. WIth her eyes up on the fan above head, one dark eyebrow cocked, she watched him hoist himself up. Then... her eyes wandered down.
She she froze. His body was like... Right There. Directly in front of her face. A blaze of heat lit up her cheeks, blue eyes widened slightly, and she just staaared. Jesus, did he do sit ups ever hour on the hour? She knew that his older self wasn't exactly out of shape, in fact, quite the opposite- if she were one to say. But this was just ridiculous!
After a few seconds, she decided in a rather paranoid fashion that he had done it on purpose. A small smirk curved her lips, and she narrowed her eyes. (not caring in the least to remove them from the god-like abs before her, mind you. Seriously, what sane woman would?) What was the best way to turn an awkward situation around on someone? Make it more awkward for them, than it was for you. Her smirk shifted to a devious grin, and she leaned in and planted a wet kiss straight onto his exposed belly-button.
Really, she had no idea how he would react... but, considering his willingness in their previous kiss fest she hardly expected a knee in the nose, and thus considered it safe. "What's in the envelope? SHe questioned, after gulping down both a bark of laughter at her own action, and a wave of flustered-ness that came with having someone well built standing right before you, flaunting it.
She managed to act like she had done nothing out of ordinary, and lifted her eyes back up to him, and the slim white package that promised answers. She was, however, unable to wipe the smirk from her lips.
>>"Don't mention it. As for why I'm out here, well, I was looking for a place to set up my small business and I didn't want to have to deal with any crowds."
She nodded slightly, arching a brow in curiosity. Small business?
>>"I'm Rook. Mind if I ask you what you were doing out here in the dark picking a fight with a gang on your own? It's dangerous."
With a dry chuckle, she dropped her gaze back down her to her boots, and tapped her toes against her bat. Telling him that she dd it to prove to a certain vigilante that she was not a useless waste of space just sounded... lame. So, she didn't think she was going to be treading that path.
"Guess it was just a lesson I needed to learn... you know?" Though, in all honesty, she knew herself to be far too stubborn to let one trouncing get her down... she would just have to plan her attack a little better next time.
"...So, what kind of shop are you trying to open? Judo or something?" Considering the kind of move he had pulled on the kid, she wouldn't have been surprised. Unless he turned out to be some kind of accountant... that is.
Megan's expression bordered on rage, as they were stopped. Something of her's was stolen, no matter if it actually *technically* belonged to someone else, and this little pimple face twerp wanted them to shell out sixty five bucks each to get in? Oh hell no.
"You're an idiot... you know that? Can't you tell when the real thing is standing right in front of you? He's the f#%$ing Masochist."
She really wanted to reach over and grab the guy by the front of his shirt, threaten him with a slow painful death via many nasty spider bites, and force her way in... but she had already sent her spiders out on their missions. That, and aside from relieving some of the tension built up inside of her, it'd probably end with them getting carted away by security.
The nerd laughed at her, openly, as if dismissing what she had just said. Her cheeks flushed read with anger and she gripped her companions arm a little harder, while grinding her teeth in anger. The urge to launch herself at the man was growing stronger... and she was starting to get Roach like urges when it came to what she wanted to do to him.
She held back a wave of disappointment, telling herself not to be greedy and pull him back. The counter was cold, the air was a little chilly, and she was a little aggravated that something she had just been starting to enjoy had been killed so quickly.
She made a mental note to track that clock down later, and end it's mechanical existence.
When he turned, stripping his coat off of himself, and left the kitchen, Megan did a very un-megan thing.... She stared after. In fact, she was so concentrated on watching him walk off... that she leaned a little too far out from her perch on the counter and toppled off entirely.
Outside the kitchen, one would have heard a flurry of curse words, a muffled thud, and then Megan stepped out into the living room, tugging her dress back down into place with an obvious look of frustration on her face. A flush of red overtook her cheeks, spanning across her nose and she turned to poke through the living room.
Megan set about ordering her children out of hiding. The fuzzy black arachnids marched to her position, where she crossed her arms across her chest and eyeballed the room she was in. There were plenty of places for paperwork to be hidden and stored... and she didn't really feel much like sorting through all of it by hand. So, she would hand over the task to them, and then lounge around for a while.
"I want you to find any pieces of paper laying around here that smell like him." She pointed a finger back at the kitchen, and waited for them to comprehend what she was talking about. She got the equivalent of spider head tilts, and lots of confused arachnid chattering, until one of them garbled out 'The meat-bag you were mating with?' and she felt her face heat up to a nearly unbearable degree. Swiftly, her hand flashed out and snatched the offending spider off of the wall beside her. She crushed it in her palm, ignoring its panicked little cries, and dropped its body on the floor at her feet.
'NO, Nonononono! BAD! Go find those papers or I will squish the lot of you!' The other arachnids squealed silently in terror, fleeing from their mother as fast as they could, and set about the task they had been given before they were squashed as well. Megan watched them go, face still warm with anger. She leaned up against the back of the couch, enjoying the empty feeling in her stomach that have a few shots in her often caused, and added another to the lot.
A moment later, one of her minions skittered back toward the couch, dragging a paper behind attached to a silken thread. Bending and snatching it up, she took one look at it and sighed. "No... this one is blank. They should have writing on them." Setting it to the side, she watched the spider scurry away, and sighed again. The spiders skittered to and fro, bringing any paper they could find with even insignificant scribbles on it her way... until she got bored of looking at cast aside ads and junk mail. Glancing around, she abandoned her post by the couch and wandered off to find Rafael, and upon finding him, was rather curious as to if he had found anything.... that, and well... getting to stare at his abs again wasn't exactly terrible incentive.
Glancing at him from the corners of her eyes, she huffed quietly and turned her gaze away while answering him.
"They are a part of me... I make them from my skin. I tell them where to go, they tell me what they see, I find what I want."
Of course, they were kind of stupid... so it usually took some time to find things. "...they are more useful in head counting. Making sure a room is empty, checking hallways and dark alleys, making sure i'm not being followed... things like that."
Wincing slightly, since she had her own wounds that she was dealing with, she adjusted his arm arond her shoulders and eyed the crowd as they passed through. It was rediculous how many people had dressed up... She had never been the type of girl who played pretend, so full blown grown ups prancing around in costumes for no reason just didn't compute.
Then again, she liked getting dressed up for parties and karaoke... so maybe it was two sides of the same coin.
It was different from what she was used to. Gentle... patient. Her past experiances hadn't been like that at all. Trent had been too authoritive. So very straightforward and mechanical in such things, that this new approach was more or less throwing her for a for a loop. It was sweet... and despite not being able to return the same tenderness, she found herself enjoying it.
Something about the connection between two people, however different those people were, made her feel less alien. Like she normal, if even just for a little while. The heat of anothers body was relaxing and exciting all at the same time. Megan leaned into the kiss a little, bringing a hand up to draw him in closer and let herself get lost in a momentary lapse of control. It occured to her just how much she remembered liking kissing someone, as well as how much she missed it.
It brought back memories of the pleasent times in her past... waking up with sun on her face, laughing with friends... the first time she ever kissed trent...
Off in the livingroom, a clock chimed with the changing of an hour and a hideous song blared to life from the little speakers within, echoing out into the rest of the apartment. Megan's eyes shot open, and she leaned away, licking her lips and eyeing the man before her, before dropping turning her gaze away. She scratched at the bandage on her back again gently and huffed, wrinkling her nose in distaste as the song winded down and finally died, leaving behind an akward silence.
"....Really?" She questioned, before lifting the bottle in her hands and stealing another fiery gulp. Clearing her throat a little, she attempted to straighten herself back out and brought her eyes back to his.
"...You should probably look for info on your mystery man... right?" It was probably best that they had been intterupted anyway. She was starting to like the face smooshing just a little too much. Picking at the hem of her dress, the rum was brought to her lips again for a third helping, before she held it out for him to take, if he wanted too.
A convention? She stopped dead in her tracks, both eyrbrows vanishing into her mop of hair, and gaped openly at the many people around them. Yeah... this wasn't a party. There were hundereds of people gathered around, mulling around buffet style tables loaded with different food stuffs. People were dressed up as everything from real life super heroes, to the comic book variety.
Gritting her teeth, she strode forward and joined the masochist, already knowing that the task of tracking down her suit had just gotten twenty times harder. "For F#$ks sake! Of all the rotten luck in the world..."
More of her children radioed in, barking about hanfuls of people dressed in suits such as the one she had made. She groaned, and ordered them to stay well within range of her. She didn't need any of them wandering off and turning feral on her.
"There are a lot of suits similar to the one I made here... My spiders will help us track the real one down... but it could take a while."
She stared at him, the arm he had outstretched, and pursed her lips. He wanted more help after that emotionless shell jab? Rolling icy eyes, she gave in and strolled over, looping his arm over her shoulder. "A judge impersonator just walked inside... " She mentioned, after one of her kids informed her of the very same information.