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.
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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.
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Andrea. That was the name she couldn't remember. "Good to meet you, Andrea." There was a spark of recognition in the Green woman's face, which led Megan to believe she'd recognized her as well. Kind of, at least.
"I haven't met her formally, not this time around at least." A small secretive smile adorned her dark painted lips as she dug out the calcium supplement she would need and set about putting it on the counter beside her cup.
"I was aware of her entrance, but nothing really captured my attention so I didn't linger for long."[/color] The dark-haired teen cast a glance over one shoulder at Xavier as she moved back to the fridge for the tub of mixed, mushed organs that would complete her smoothly. "In fact, I was much more interested in watching a Tall Trainee who should know better sprinting full speed through the school halls... which I should remind you is against the rules~"
She moved back to the blender to turn it off and remove the glass portion from the base. It was easy to hand mix everything from there on, once she added a bit of warm water. [/font]
The kitchen was occupied as she stepped in, though it didn't bother her in the slightest. Megan had known in advance who was in there long before she had come to the door. Little spidery scouts everywhere had become a habit that she greedily took advantage of in order to try and keep tabs on her surroundings.
"Hello, Xavier." If the greeting seemed pre-prepared, it was. She greeted lots of people like that nowadays. The Green woman she was less familiar with but had at least basic knowledge of. Someone who Saph knew and used to be close to, and someone she had apparently once known as well. Her older self had certainly gotten around in social circles. Megan simply inclined her chin a little in greeting, not pausing her determined march to the fridge where her own food was waiting.
She could tell that the tall Blonde had been showing off his cooking skill again seeing as the sickly sweet smell of fried meat was in the air. It churned her stomach a little but she was mostly able to push past the nausea now. Being around the excitable X-man in training had actually helped her get used to how her body reacted to normal foods now, though she was sure he had been a bit perturbed by her insisting that she be in the kitchen while he cooked seeing as she had previously had such a visceral reaction to it. Chefs of all caliber were easy to put off by losing your lunch at the mere sight or smell of what they were cooking.
She had not a clue what they had previously been talking about before she entered, and she didn't exactly care. She could be friendly if it suited her wants and needs, but for the most part, she liked to remain aloof and somewhat distant when not in class.
Megan dug the raw beef out of the fridge, removed her note, and sidled her way over to where the bender was located. While she let it blend into a smooth smooshed consistency, she busied herself with getting out a cup and a spoon.
It took a while, but after following the trail of bread crumbs left behind by her past self, she finally discovered something important. Her old home. The address had popped up out of the blue and after crosschecking it online she was able to match the names of the current owner to one of the aliases she apparently used to go by.
Charlotte Williams.
Quite a few of the details matched, so she had decided to swing by the block and send a few scouts in to take a peek inside. When she had stopped by it had been empty, but the few hints of web and spiders left behind were enough to secure her want to investigate further. Only... how? She had a different face now, age aside. Megan had left back to the school to get her notes together and form a plan.
The next time she showed up to snoop around she came prepared. She had a game plan and a back to secure whatever she found that seemed important. All that left was how to get up into the apartment itself and there were limited options.
Climb?
Pssh. She was far too lazy for that and still very inexperienced with using her power to climb verticle surfaces. She was also far too weak physically to break the door down, and that would no doubt draw too much attention to her mission.
So, instead, she had a few scouts find the building owner and track down the master key for her apartment number.
Sure, it took a bit longer, but by the time it was in her hand she was able to unlock the door and waltz right in like she owned the place.
...Which she technically did.
The first thing to hit her was a very faint smell. It was familiar, but she couldn't immediately place why. The second thing she noticed was the sound of scurrying...er... something, heading straight in her direction. A dog maybe? She edged back through the doorway and closed it slightly... just in case.
She was not at all prepared to see a supersized arachnid come darting toward the door.
"... There is no way I made that..." What a horrifying thought! It was as large as a medium-sized dog at least and seemed rather excited to see her. Happy excited, she hoped.
Megan was not afraid of spiders, her best friends were spiders. This one was a little on the large side, and my would you look at those fangs, but she tried not to let that dissuade her from reaching her least favorite hand back in and attempting to pat the big hairy thing right on top of its noggin.
Its reaction was to instantly flop down in a squat, while its large, rounded abdomen wagged slightly. Sorta like a tail.
This was weird. But! It wasn't lunging for her throat yet, so that was a step forward right? "You're very pretty, you know? Good, er... baby. Good baby!"
One awkward belly scratch later and she was in fully and had the door shut behind her. She also had a better understanding on why some people swore off of animals as a home defense tactic. "Now... let me see, where was the office again?" The teen headed deeper in, pausing by a room with a plain sign toward the top that simply said 'Parker'. Opening that door had the large spider behind her scuttling into it, and straight into the largest web structure, she had ever seen. The rest of the room was bare. "Aw, were you locked out of your bedroom? Is Parker your name?" The spider seemingly chittered something horrific sounding back by rubbing all of its mouthparts together and Megan promptly shut the door. Right, she could deal with that later. Other things were more important.
She paused in the hallway when a sound rang out, something that didn't come from her, and quietly pulled her bag forward so that she could fish her stun gun out. Juuuust in case.
Megan gasped dramatically and lifted a hand to her bosom in mock offense. "Me? Cheating? I would never"" The grin on her lips contradicted everything coming out of her mouth, though.
"...Okay, maybe I had to cheat that one time... but it was because I was just so enraptured with your ethereal beauty that I wasn't paying attention to the game!"
She almost hooked another duck but missed just barely yet again.
"This time I have vowed not to be so easily entranced~"
The woman running the booth giggled behind a hand and Megan blushed slightly at having been overheard.
"B-besides, I don't have any swimming spiders in my arsenal, and I forgot their little pool floaties at home."
Finally, she managed to hook one! She might have gotten a bit too excited though because she pulled and the little hook at the end of her string came completely off and remained with the duck as it bobbed and wobbled away back into the circle.
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"Hehe, no wonder we get along then. Two characters running into each other." Like characters from a story, bound to meet at some point at the discretion of their separate writers. A fascinating idea to fantasize about! Megan kept her comments short so as to not put the other girl off from talking.
It struck her as very very coincidental that Lenna had also changed her appearance, as had her older self. She still wasn't quite sure how, but that was a question still reserved for another time. As she listened, she gestured slightly toward them continuing down the hall and set them off in the direction of the kitchen. It would be nice to sit and catch up in a more relaxed atmosphere than a sometimes-crowded school hallway.
The older Lenna had followed her older self? Hm... Why though? Megan could make some assumptions based on what she knew of herself as to why she was in that bar, but not why someone would have followed her. Were... Were Lenna and her past lovers? Enemies? What was it?
Also, did she know someone named Ty?
"I do, actually. Both in the past and in the present." She paused momentarily and tapped her chin with one delicate finger.
"I ran into a Boy names Ty not too long ago here, and through a handshake, he saw glimpses of my...our.. the past. He helped me to piece together quite a few of the missing pieces of my previous life, which helped massively in the various conversations I've had with others who have known me."
She glanced at Lenna as a spider dropped from within her hair onto her shoulder, and then hopped off and scurried away behind them. "Did you run into him also? He had told me that he was also a victim of this whole De-aging fiasco and was trying to find answers himself."
Was Megan a hugger? She hadn't been before, not really. This felt okay though. Lenna and she had a connection born in literal blood and dire. It was hard not to hug the girl in greeting after what they had and were still going through.
She smiled widely enough for her dimples to show and listened. Plot? What plot? Oooh! That plot. Lenna had figured it out? How funny, Megan had figured out a bit too. Coincidentally a boy had helped her also. Maybe boys were actually useful in New York?
Question was, did Lenna know more than her though? How intriguing! Megan was still on the hunt for more information about what had happened and how exactly it had come about but had reached more than a few dead ends. If Lenna knew anything she hadn't already been told, she was more than willing to hear about it!
"Really?!" She was practically vibrating with excitement. "I found out about the de-aged bit, actually... a few of the teachers here either experienced it themselves or know someone affected by it. It's... weird, isn't it?" Her smile pinched just a little, but she didn't focus on it.
"I ran into a boy here who was able to help me figure out a bunch of stuff, also. Showed me images and things from when I had been older! Oh, and one of the staff members here knew me when I had been older!"
She paused, thrown off by her own rambling, and looked away sheepishly. "...I was apparently..um.. quite the character..."
She had been minding her own business and reading over one of the class assignments she had recently gotten back. She'd been marked down for a lot of answers, and apparently it was because she flat out refused to use whatever new witchcraft of a formula they wanted to for Math. She'd been mad, was still mad, that her grade had been docked slightly for it. Who cared how she solved a problem? She could solve it with @#$%ing sticks and apples and if she got the answer correct who cared?!
She sighed.
And then ran headlong into someone else and cartwheeled backwards until her butt hit the floor. "Yeouch!"
When she finally focused on who she had hit, and that person focused on her, her expression lit up like it was effing Christmas morning.
"Lenna babe!" Good golly, she hadn't seen that girl in forever! It felt like months had passed. Had they? She wasn't sure. "Ohmygosh!"
Megan scrambled to her feet and picked up her papers, folding them back up and tucking them away in a pocket of her dress for safekeeping (and away from prying eyes, since she was anal about her grades...)
My god, Lenna sure was in a lot of colors there. All of the colors. Like a rainbow had beamed down and hit her, and the colors had stuck. They were exact opposites right then, Lenna all colorful while Megan was decked out in black's and whites. The only color currently on her was a red headband keeping the long hair from her eyes. Her dress was definitely not colorful in any way. Her style had shifted from punk rocker to gothic 1950s and she was loving it. Especially cinched waists. Good lord, they were so pretty!
Though her footwear hadn't changed much since Lenna and she had last seen each other. Megan had grown attached to combat boots quite a bit, especially once that didn't make her any taller than she needed to be. At 5'9 she was already tall enough. Two inches of shoe easily brought her higher than many of her female peers.
She smoothed her full skirt back down and smiled widely at her friend and offered her a hand up. "Are you okay? How are you!? It's been forever since we last talked!"
The dark-haired girl smirked, the corners of her mouth tilting up slightly at the threat. That left her to question what exactly Agnes had planned for if she won, but also pointed out that the hive Queen totally espected to win... and, really, Megan wasn't sure if she wanted to argue. Would it be worth it if she half-assed her way through every game just to see what this fateful prize was? ... Maybe. A very big maybe. There were possibly still a few gossamer threads holding her to her pride, but it was definitely very, very tempting.
"Oooh, but when you phrase it that way I'm just dying to know what you have planned now. Sounds juicy."
Megan had never fished in her life. Her family wasn't the sporty, outdoorsy type. More into curling up with a good book, or throwing posh parties. Her grandparents had been a bit more adventurous, but the family line came from a healthy wealth and her Grandmother had never had to hunt or forage, and probably wouldn't have allowed a freshly caught and gutted fish in the house if she could help it. Far too many antiques and collectibles scattered around to want anything gross in the home. It was funny in a way that Megan had fallen so far from that mentality. She didn't mind dirt, even if she tended to be a bit too lazy to actually play with it, and the idea of a freshly caught fish was actually kind of appetizing... she... wasn't quite sure why though.
Anyway, not nearly as appetizing as Agnes was standing by herself with a glint of determination in her lovely eyes.
With her little fishing line in hand, she held the pole out and tried to hook one of the ducks floating around in a circular path. It wasn't nearly as easy as it looked, seeing as the little hook on the end of the pole was just barely able to fit inside the plastic loop on the back of the duck.
The spider mutant furrowed her brows as she concentrated, tongue poking out just a bit. She nearly hooked one, but it bobbed and floated away.
All of her restraints melted away at the sight of Agnes hopping around trying to get the spider out, and so did the little bit of guilt she left for having sicked the arachnid on her in the first place. She laughed loudly and a lot, bent over with her hands on her knees for support. She'd given up on trying to keep the flies at bay.
Seemed their first game might have ended up a tie? When she was able to wrangle herself back into a semi-respectable manner she looked at the clowns to see which one of theirs was fuller... and immediately wished she hadn't.
"Holy @#$%." The words slipped out before she could stop them, and she started laughing all over again. Agnes' clown definitely had more water in it! Heck, she'd even cheated and still lost.
"Well... looks like you won the first game!" She tried to grin innocently, fully aware that she had been the cause of the little adorable dance Agnes had just been doing a moment ago.
But, the very soaked booth runner was glaring at the both of them, so maybe it was time to move on before he tried to kick them out.
"Let's go to the next one!" Her eyes twinkled a bit as she held out a hand, "I promise not to try and cheat next time, either.... cross my heart!"
She headed off toward a booth with little fishing poles and floating rubber ducks in it.
Oh... he had a missing daughter? That was... concerning?
The teen blinked at him as he moved on from that. She'd just circle back around to it later.
Megan huffed as he told her that it was a secret and needed to be kept that way, in fewer words. "Fine... but don't think I'm done badgering you for information. This is the most I have been able to find out about myself so far, even-" She thought back to the meat she had suffered down only a few minutes earlier. "-even if not everything has been pleasant, I still appreciate it."
He pointed out that the baby was asleep and she nodded at following him. She did still have a few questions to throw at him after all. The spider mutants hopped down from her chair and smoothed the skirt of her dress out as she tagged along behind him.
"If we worked together, would you happen to know a bit about my powers? I know that I can produce silk and spiders, and occasionally my vision does a funny thing where I swear I'm seeing things from places I really should not be able to. I've been working with a few of the other teachers on trying to get a grasp on it.... but, it's eluded me so far."
It was also seriously getting on her nerves by that point, too. She'd walked into more than one wall and a door, in front of a very cute boy on top of it all, just because of her viewpoint randomly switching on her without warning.
... And the headaches.... Ugh.
"Also, why is your daughter missing still? Do you need help looking for her, seeing as you have the little one with you?" Was there a mother in the picture, or just him? The fact that he had the baby while on the job kinda led her to think maybe he was on his own.
"Maybe so, but only in this city. This place is so packed full of... of... bad juju or something! My first memory waking up here was getting punched in the face! What a warm welcome!"
Was she still bitter about some idiot nearly ruining her perfect nose? .... maybe. It hadn't felt good at the very least.
She slapped her palms down on the counter grumpily, which probably came across as less intimidating and more cute given her current age. "I was 32! The average lifespan for a woman in my time was 80 years. I was an old bat already when some jerk decided to use me as a guinea pig!" Her cheeks puffed out in irritation, she crossed her arms over her chest and full on pouted. One thing she certainly was a but jealous over was that fact that her older self seemed to have the intimidation factor down quite a bit.
And then he dropped the bomb on her.
She blinked, once and then twice, mouth clamped shut as she processed what he had said.
She had been emotional a bit before, but who wouldn't? But now... finding would she couldn't even have children.
She steeled herself like she was about to walk the plank or something equally as grim, and sniffed quietly.
"Guess adoption is in my future, then. What's next... that I have cannibalistic tenancies too?" He stared at her, so she pointed a finger at him and rose a little in her seat. "Don't you even dare!"
It took all of the bravado she could muster to hold the emotions back, but damn it she wasn't going to try in front of a stranger even if he knew her older self. She'd just bury the feelings for now and process them later when she was alone, and no one would care if she threw things at the wall or screamed into her pillow for a while.
"I get that we apparently had something special going on with this whole 'hunting down and stopping a criminal organization' thing, but... I'm led to believe that I was a terribly private person from the accounts of others. Why would I tell you such a thing... even if I expected to die, why on earth were you so special, when I apparently wouldn't even talk to my best friend about any other this?"
The Mirror walker certainly hadn't mentioned any of this to her, after all. "Also, you were quick to point out how I was involved in all of this, but neglected to mention how you were involved in all of this, considering it was off the books and not something the X's were involved in."
Her brain was throbbing from the overload of information.
She was a confirmed killer, but apparently a justified one. Also, an ass, but a nice one. She had thick skin and yet, her life had been hard?
"Ugh... I was supposed to college and @#$%, where did I go wrong." The teen leaned her elbows against the counter in front of her, resting her face in her palms.
"I don't wanna seem like i'm complaining, because, I mean... what good would that do? But I just never expected.. this" A few of her spiders dropped her her hair, scuttling around the counter curiously while she moped a bit more.
"I was in school, and I do f@#$in bomb in school, and I was gonna get married and, yeah, that was a bit scary, but everything knew is scary. How did I screw it all up? My parents liked Trent, even though he was a few years older than me. Was he Psycho the whole time? Did I do something to ruin it?"
She plopped down in a seat to watch as the spiders horsed around happily.
"If he lost his marbles and came after me, I must have changed my face for that reason. I can't fathom any other reason, because i'm @#$%ing gorgeous. Why ruin that?"
Another thought struck her then, one that was more more permanent and terrifying.
"Y-you changed back from a kid?" A chill raced down her spine. "What if I do to? I don't want to go back to being some old bitter woman who can't even drink. Oh god, half my life gone and I never even had kids. They say after a certain age it gets harder."
She looked stricken in a weird way, like... it was funny, but also horrible at the same time. Then again she was contemplating losing the second life she had been given.
"I was a beat up, cynical old maid with terrible fashion taste and questionable morals.... There... there would be nothing to live for."
Okay, maybe she was being a bit dramatic, but it felt justified given the situation.
"So what, on top of being a murderer and and asshole, I was also an alcoholic?" What a gem. She'd really turned out just like mom had planned, hadn't she?
He turned away to do other things and her traitorous eyes dropped down to the meat. She sniffed, loudly, still incensed that he'd just throw meat at her like she was a wild animal. She eventually reached out to open it, looking thoroughly discussed the whole time. The second the smell hit her it was like someone was waving the most delicious meal in front of her face. Her stomach growled loudly again, her mouth watered. @#$%.
"I sincerely doubt that my fiance would have wanted to kill me, and yet I found articles from a few years ago about his death in this city and the method was extremely telling." She was still struggling with that one, but in a really weird way since she couldn't remember it and apparently it had been years since she'd last seen him.
"All I've managed to gather about myself so far is that I ended up a really bitter, hateful person who went down a dark path and ended up with no where to go. I highly doubt that would have had many options if I helped ruins some criminal enterprise in-"
She froze, still in the process of licking blood and meat juices off her fingers from the meat she had wolfed down.
Maybe that was what all those weird voice mails were about? The vague threats of violence and murder, among other things.
"...This city hates me, doesn't it? I'm not safe here."
A kind of cold horror was settling in. But, maybe there was still a silver lining. "Is that why I changed my face?"
The teen squinted at him and frowned slightly. "... A few hours ago..." It certainly made her feel self conscious that she had visually changed enough in the last week or two that people could pick out her eating problem with a glance.
The topic shifted to something much heavier than when she had last held down a meal, and she found herself nearly stopping multiple times as he laid out multiple facts about what she had done and who she had been. There was a confirmation in there that she really had killed at least one person, the others... not confirmed yet.
By the time they reached the kitchen she had a lot on her plate to deal with, mentally, and very soon, physically.
She had been friends with a big, murdering bug. A bug who had killed a lot of people, including an attempt on the man in front of her and his wife, apparently... She had been friends with him. No... not him. It. Something that horrible didn't deserve an ounce of respect to its name.
But.. what did that make her? Of all of the things she had found out in such a short time, discovering that she had ended the lives of multiple people over the course of a few years was... distressing, to put it lightly.
The swirl of emotions and uncertainly was plain on her face as Saph turned back around and slapped a plastic sealed package of raw, ground meat on the counter in front of her.
There was a painful stab of shame at how quickly her mouth started to water at the sight of it, before her gaze snapped up to him and her expression pinched in an irritated way.
"... If that is a joke, it's not funny. The Doctor has me on a list of food to try and keep down, and beef hasn't worked." Of course, when she'd tried it, it had been cooked.
She tried to corral the conversation back to the important things. "Why was I friends with... with such a monster? How?" She wasn't as cold and calculating as her older self had been, not let at least. It was easy for hr emotions to get a hold of her at this stage of life.
She just couldn't see herself, from who she was now, turning into what she had been in the future. It.. It just didn't add up.
"Why would I come all the way to this city just to make friends with killers and then become one myself? Why would I-.. why did-" She paused, wondering how to best say it.
"I should be in prison for the things I've done. None of this makes any sense."
