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.
From her spot on the ground, she watched as the two remaining thugs were easily thwarted. It didn't take them more time than they needed to get to their feet, to decide that they were outmatched. They shouted some curse words and swore to come back with more people.
She would have grinned, if her face hadn't been smarting so much. With a little huff of a sigh, she reach up and pulled her mask off, blonde hair falling around her face in fluffy mess. She raised a hand and prodded at her nose, which felt fine other than a little throbbing and some blood. It didn't appear to be broken.. which was good, she guessed.
Her ribs hurt like hell on one side though. Getting sloppily to her feet, she collected her useless bat and stepped toward the guy who had more or less saved her a good beat down. "...Thanks. Didn't think anyone else was out this late.."
Wiping her nose on the back of one sleeve, more to clean her mouth of the little blood that had escaped, she grinned at him in a lopsided manner, and leaned on her bat. "Guess I owe you one now... I'm Chelsey... and you are?"
He didn't look like any type of midnight vigilante, so she doubted that he had stumbled upon the fight on purpose. In a way... she was a little disappointed. Running into one of the city's self proclaimed super heroes was pretty high on her list of things to do... but, meh. She'd live with just some average joe.
Turning her chin slightly as the costumed one caught up to her, she raised an eyebrow at what he said, and then the other as someone wearing a very cheesy knockoff of the suit she had maid strolled on past.
So... it was going to be one of those days, huh? "....Someone has the suit I made? Anger visibly flashed across her features, and she marched away from him, over toward the wall of a building. Planting a hand on the brick, she ordered her children off of her. They complied, marching down her arm in a little black mob, and up the side of the building.
As stupid as they were sometimes, they knew their mothers work. Her web was as familiar to them as their own. At the very least, they would recognize it's appearance."Split up, find my silk." The pack split into four groups of five, skittering up the wall and out of sight. Megan watched the plastic Judge waltz away, joining a group up ahead of him that were also in ridiculous costumes, and glanced at the Masochist. From what she could see, it looked like a bunch of nerds were gathering together for some hastily sprung party.
"I think I have an idea of where it could be." She followed after the guy in the judge costume, keeping her steps just slow enough for Mr. Masochist to keep up. It wasn't too long after, that she got the first heads up from one of her scouts. Apperantly the place just up around the corner was crawling with look alike costumes... and there were enough people gathered that it was impossible for her children to climb down from their high hiding places. "...There are a lot of wanna be super heroes up ahead... I think you'll fit right in." She muttered, tucking her hands into her pockets, and smirking a little.
Her bottle was thieved from her in such a way that she nearly snatched her hand away like she had been burned. Who took things from someone gently like that? Gah! It was an action steeped in.. things she stayed away from. Niceness.. gentleness. Icky, Icky things. She didn't know how to handle it, save for shift uncomfortably and ignore it.
Eying him, before he handed it back, she shot him a slight frown and wiped the mouthpiece off- just because he had stolen it from her- before taking another sip of her own. A sip meaning a greedy gulp, that is. He was acting strange.. and not just questioning and confused strange, either. They way he was looking at her made the hair stand up on the back of her neck, and her heart started beating rapidly. When he approached, bumping into her knees and cutting off all hope of hoping down from the counter without having to crawl across it first, she had an inward mini freak out. Enough so that the handful of spiders she had hiding within her hair abandoned ship in blind panic, tumbling down her shoulders and up the cupboard behind her to safety. All of the anger and mixed feelings inside her boiled over, and she felt her cheeks heat up again.
He was in her bubble... ohlordy, he was in her bubble and he was touching her and he was looking at her... and she couldn't do anything. All of the thoughts leaked out of her head through her ears and she found herself unable to move, just staring at him like a rabbit staring down at coyote. Megan opened her mouth to reply, to say something so as to not remain sitting there like an idiot... but all that came out was, "you.... you're touching me."
She informed him of this, as if he didn't already know. Licking her lips and gulping, she tried to force her sudden case of nervousness away and found the label on the back of the bottle suddenly intensely interesting. Thoughts of the kiss just would not leave her alone and the more she tried to bury them, the more she got upset at herself for doing such a thing. Other people kissed whoever they wanted, right? There didn't have to be attachment in a kiss... or a hug, or even other things these days... right? So why was she freaking out over one little peck on the lips? (peck, being an understatement) Besides... he had apologized for it anyway.... It had clearly been part of his role.
She shifted again, unsure of what to say.... or do for that matter. Her brows drew together and she glanced back up at him. As close as he was, it wasn't hard to find his eyes...or his mouth... It had been so long since she had even thought of such things... yet here was the perfect chance. A chance to prove to herself, and to her past, that she had successfully moved on. She had escaped. Her heart beat sped up a little, she shifted forward without warning, eyes slipping closed swiftly. She was headed in for the classic movie peck on the lips, the kind her and Roach made fun of alll the time, but chickened out at the last second and pressed her lips to his cheek instead.
"You don't owe me any thanks..." She added lamely, her voice easily betraying her.
Feeling very much like a clumsy tween, she raged at herself inwardly, inventing new cuss words and creative ways to use the old ones. She had played this part many times before... Hell, Rafael had punched her last 'boyfriend' in the mouth because of her acting... Why the hell couldn't she manage it now!? The flash flood of mixed feelings washing through her left her trembling slightly. The more awkward the situation got, the more out of place she felt, which led to raging on the inside about why she wasn't dealing with it properly, which led to her stumbling over herself on the outside. She knew very well that doing this was a mistake... it was always a mistake... but she felt inclined to let this one slide past her... and she wasn't really entirely sure as to why, yet.
Momentarily caught off guard, she could do nothing more that stare at him in a startled fashion while he threatened her. When she was relesed, she tugged her sweater back into a comfortable position and glared at his back, her face red with anger. Who was he to call her a stupid kid?
Huffing, she shut her mouth and followed after, keeping a little more distance between herself and him.
The game had grown boring, so she was dropping it. He was no fun to poke at, and she was in no mood to deal with his a**hattery. Silently, she approached his car alongside him, and simply waited for him to hand her the suit so she could leave. Something down the street caught her attention though, she she stopped short.
There was an unsusual number of people wandering about, all heading in the same direction. Glancing at the costumed man, she decided whatever it was had to be more fun that hanging around with him. Without a word, she turned and started off toward the quiet gathering, wondering what was going on in this part of town to draw a crowd...
Her nose wrinkled in distain, and she stomped after him. Fine.. she didn't need to know anyway. It wasn't like she planned on hopping onto the crazy train and joining him on his courageous escapades.
"Oh god... you're one of those guys.. fighting the good fight for love. ...Pfft, Please. How sappy." Crossing her arms, she blew a few strands of stray blonde hair from her eyes. "After what i've seen you do I thought you were different."
Seriously, what did love not ruin? "All that emotion does is weaken you... it makes you vulnerable."
"What does it feel like, then? Righteous anger? Pity? Something emotional and sappy?"
She had felt a lot of things in her lifetime... most of which had varying levels of glee and different faces of anger... but she had virtually nothing to reflect back on that had ever made her want to put on spandex and run around the city at night frighting crime. Continuing on ahead, she pushed open the door and help it wide open, watching him intently the whole time. His answer had been half-assed in her opinion... and it only served to make her more curious.
Is it like... the feeling you get when watching car accidents? Like, excitement and fear mixed together? or... is it like watching a movie villain you love to hate getting what he deserves... you know, satisfaction?"
Maybe it was like the feeling when you got overpaid, but neglected to say anything. Devious glee, or something.
She lapsed into silence, hands stuffed in her pockets, and just followed him. She had said her beef, there was no need to drag it out any further.
Tromping along behind him, she got to attempting to figure out what kind of injuries he was suffering from, in order to try and guess at what he had been doing. Unfortunately, she was neither a doctor nor a nurse so she was left in the dark. He could have literally had a stick up his butt, as she had just accused, and she probably wouldn't have been able to tell without seeing it first.
Huffing to herself, she turned her attention elsewhere. The building was quiet, and the walls were boring. It left her with nothing to do but whine inwardly to herself about her situation and come up with grisly scenes in her head about how he had gotten harmed.
"... Why do you do this...anyway?" She asked after a few moments. She was curious as to what motivated people such as him. Those that put their lives at risk to uphold laws that they were technically breaking.
Rafael's shadow fell over her, and one arm scooped up a bottle she had been reaching for. She was mildly annoyed at first, and then appeased when it was held out for her to take. She hesitated for a moment, before accepting it.
“Megan…did…something happen to me, didn’t it?”
Her lips twitched, and she stares at the bottle in her hands. Why did everything have to be so damn complicated? Why did he have to act so... so nice?"...I like you better the way you were before. It's no fun picking at you when you're all... confused." With a heavy sigh, she tried to get some distance between herself and him by climbing up onto the counter.
"...I... I don't know what really happened to you. I wasn't there to see what was done. All I know is that whatever that guy did, it changed you. The you that I'm used to picking on is a lot older... and you're a serious jackass." She frowned at him, eyes narrowing for a moment like it was his fault.. before she remembered that it wasn't. With another sigh, and a tiny bit of a groan, she ran a hand through her hair and opened her bottle, because it was her's now, to take a sip of the strong liquid inside.
"Look... the truth is... I don't know anything about you. We've only met a few times, mostly by chance... and i'm sure I annoy the crap out of you. I wasn't on any kind of job with you... I was just there by chance." The truth was no fun... In the true story she was just some side note, who had gotten involved on accident. It was bland, and served no purpose for her imagination. "...The only reason I know where you live, if because of the last time I met you. You were on some job, you told me you were at the party to assassinate someone... I guess they figured out you were coming though, because you got slipped something. Well, either that or you're a total lightweight."
She shifted a little, letting her head rest back against the cupboard. Her eyes focused on him finally. She wasn't about to apologize for lying... she doubted he would have believed the real story anyway. "I had to help you back here, and when we got here you told me to play along, because this place is heavily guarded or something. I'm pretty sure there are camera's in the elevators.... " Which... she was kind of pissed off about, now that she had made out with him in said elevator. "...I'm sure there is some kind of proof hidden around in here somewhere to show you what i'm talking about. I was too drunk the last time to properly snoop around."
She moved on inside, eyes unconsciously drifting to where she had last laid down silk. He had mentioned that it had cost him a fortune to repair all of the damages she had left behind... She would have smirked, if she had not been actively gnawing at her bottom lip. She needed to get her mind off of sorting out the alien feelings brewing inside, and come up with a decent explanation.
But...what was she supposed to tell him? Hur hur! You're an old Fogy, and you more or less hate me! I only know you because it's fun to get on your nerves! In fact, I ruined your apartment last time I was here, isn't that great?! ... yeah, that wasn't going to work. Stopping behind the couch in the living area, she tapped her fingers on the fabric and glanced around. However he had done it, he had cleaned the place up really well. There wasn't a trace of damage left on the ceiling, and corner where she had set up her hammock was good as new. It was almost a little sad, in her opinion... that all traces of her had been removed so easily.
She'd have to try harder next time. If there ever was a next time. "...So, story time, I guess..." She started, turning around and plopping down daintily on the back of the couch. She was going to have to spill a little bit more of the truth... which was going to be tough, because when she told herself the story of what happened, it sounded like complete bullhocky in her head. "Last time I was here I had to act like a call girl in order for you to get me in. Figured since they already knew me as one, I might as well play the part again, as it worked before..."
Peeking at him sheepishly from under the cover of bleached bangs, she was reminded of the kiss and felt her cheeks grew warm. God! Why the hell had he done that?! Last time he had just groped her a little, which while annoying, had done nothing to screw with her head! Or... maybe that had been because of the booze... Maybe she just hadn't felt anything because of her inebriated state? Wrinkling her nose in frustration, she raked a hand through her hair, then reached back to scratch at the edge of her tarantula wound. The idea that someone touching her in such a way, or even a little kiss for that matter, would cause such a ripple through her was... unnerving. She didn't like it. Feelings like that reminded her of what she was running from. Feelings were what had gotten her into the mess she was in. She considered herself better off without them.
"As for the whole brother thing, I did that because you look almost nothing like the man who owns this apartment. Like you're a younger version of him, I guess. A little brother was all i could think of on the spot." Against her will, she suddenly recalled leaning against his older self in the elevator. The body heat on her cheek, his heart beating. She felt her teeth clench together and she hopped from her perch, marching angrily away into the kitchen. She needed a damn drink, to drown all the vicious little voices in her head and make her stop thinking about things.
Halfway there she stopped, eyes locked on the floor, and frowned. Her solution was to cover the problem up, rather than solve it. The nagging little thoughts quieted momentarily, leaving a hollow silence behind. ...What was she doing? She was running... a never ending cycle of running away from things she didn't like. From human emotions, from happiness... from life. And it all was his fault. She couldn't even kiss someone without panicking. Because of him, she had cut off all ties with anything remotely considered a relationship. She didn't hug, didn't kiss, didn't go on 'second dates'. In fact... ken had been the only person she had 'dated' since fleeing from Oregon... and even that had been fake. Trent had put a lock down on her emotions without her even realizing it. The anger she felt surge through her at this realization dwarfed the anger that had led her into the kitchen in the first place. Continuing on, she set about searching cupboards high and low, for what she desired.
She'd solve her problem eventually... but currently, she intended to bury it again. At least until Rafael was far, faaar away.
One more suggestion; It might work better on a whole if everyone is within the same dream world. It would be easier for people to meet up, rather than having everyone off in their own singular little bubble. So rather than people being alienated and having to wait for others to stumble upon them, they could all be part of the same town, or neighborhood.
Example; Celeste and Aurion live next door to each other and know each other as neighbors due to the roles they have been given. If Aurion then figured out that he was part of some strange mutants dream, he would only have to waltz across the lawn to speak with Celeste about this realization.
Well, looks like i've been slapped with permanent babysitting duty for an un-designated amount of time! I dunno if this will impact my posting much, prolly a little bit, but if I vanish for a few days it's prolly because i've been worn out by a toddler.
Actually, I might have to back out of this one. I'm pretty full up on plots right now, so I'm now sure if I can fit it in... that aside, feel free to take the idea and run with it. It looks like you're doing a pretty good job at rounding it up into a playable, exciting plot, IM.
Have fun! If I have room i'm maybe try and drop back in.
The three turned as someone new joined the fray. At first they expected it to be one of the rival gang members they had been arguing with.... but, as it turned out, it was just some random guy.
"Oh look, another wanna be hero. You wanna share this guys punishment? So be it!"
Megan reached out an grabbed her weapon, getting to a knee. They had their backs to her, attention turned to the more capable target. They were going to rush him at the same time, more effective in a group than by themselves. She took the chance to get a little bit of revenge, and maybe help out the guy who had joined the fray, by swinging her bat as hard as she could into the knee of the kid closest to her. His friends didn't notice him go down, and he was more or less out of the fight. The kid threw a few choice curse words at the masked bat wielder, and hobbled off to the side to nurse a damaged knee.
The other two rushed straight at the new guy. One circled around, trying to get behind, while the other went for a more direct approach, head on, with his brass knuckles ready to do some damage. Both were rather inexperienced, used to street scuffles and brawls. Both were fueled by ignorant pride however. The few battles they had managed to win left them with over inflated egos, and the itch to prove themselves against the world.
Megan flopped back on to her backside, nursing a bruised side and a bloody nose. She felt more than a little lucky that the first hit had landed below the set of spiders she had incubating. Otherwise, she'd have been in a lot more pain. Meanwhile, the kid with the busted knee had decided that enough was enough, and was in the process of limping off down the sidewalk, leaving his buddies behind to fend for themselves.
She could hear them behind her, keeping pace with her as she hurried around a corner.
"This way! There he is!"
She sped up, her breath ragged and stressed. A mantra of ohcrap was the only thing breaking the silence of her mind, as she concentrated on losing her pursuers.
She fully blamed that damn masochist for this... for making her give a crap about what he went through . For making her curious. He was the reason she had put on her vest, tucked herself into black cargo pants and an over sized hoody, and pulled a black ski mask on over her face. If she hadn't have been trying to break up a small gang fight, she wouldn't be running for her life.
As it had turned out, pulling a baseball bat on the hoodlums hadn't inspired as much fear in their hearts as she had expected. Instead, the three had simply pulled their own weapons and charged her. Turning another corner, she found herself on a relatively deserted road. Considering the time, she wasn't surprised.
Before she could make up her mind on which way to run, one of the teens got her from behind with a foot to the lower back. The bat dropped from her hands, and her knees slammed onto the pavement. It hurt, but not as much as swift kick to the ribs did.
“You think you can mess with us and just walk away? We’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget, man.” One boy spat, cracking knuckles clad in plated brass. The other two wielded a small knife and a length of chain. A fashion statement turned weapon.
Wincing, but managing to keep herself from making any sounds, she couldn’t help but grin behind her cliche disguise. They thought she was a man? What with how her vest hid her curves, and the size of her clothes made her look a little bigger, she could certainly understand the confusion. Especially with a mask on... But she honestly couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or not that they didn't recognize her as a woman...
Megan turned, scrambling away, and reached for the baseball bat. A fancy red sneaker stopped her before she could get her hands on it, by popping her neatly in the face. With a pained grunt, she fell over onto her backside. She could feel her nose already starting to bleed, and set about trying to prepare herself to the beating that was sure to come.