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.
Hmph... Dodge the question, would he? She shrugged, more on the inside than out, and refused to let on that his reply bothered her on a molecular level... He probably already knew anyway, judging from the answer he had given her.
The cafe was pointed out, as well as the line... and the regular looking folk standing in it. Megan wondered in a lazy manner if Mr. Sub sandwich was short on cash, or if he was one of those people who enjoyed eating out in the open- where birds could swoop in and attack you while you ate. "...It looks... quaint."
Not her type of eatery, but hey, she wasn't paying and at least the food smelled good. His next question caused her to raise an eyebrow. She was, for a moment, a little caught off guard by the strangeness of the question, until she remembered that she hadn't given him a name as of yet. Then the pretty bit sank in, stated her ego a little, and she smirked again.
Megan nodded, and smirked. "I make every single last one of them..."
Turning, she pulled back the collar of her dress and lifted her hair. Beneath the black hair and the red cloth her skin was dotted with dozens of red, scabbed over spots. They were fresh, some from the batch she had created earlier in the day, while others were from the batch currently de-webbing the tree.
"They come from my skin. They are a part of me, as I am a part of them."
Releasing her grip on the hair and her cloths, she tilted her head towards the tree. One silent command was sent out, and every spider stopped what it had been doing to stare at her. Dozens of little reflective blue eyes peered out from the shadows of the trees branches.
"We share our thoughts... too." ...as well as eye color... and sometimes temperament.
"Anything you want to tell me that makes me trust you with the life and safety of my students"
Her nose wrinkled in the usual manner, and she huffed to herself. Being twenty three, she figured she knew most things- (even if she had dropped out of highschool) - and had the world pretty much figured out. Of course day to day life had a way of proving her wrong most of the time, but she had gotten fairly good at ignoring it when that happened. Her inner self told her to take her spiders and make a break for it... but, part of her didn't want to let go of the mansion just yet.
The option of blurting out names was ever present, but... in all honesty she doubted that any of those people would vouch for her. With a sigh, she gave in. "Well.. there's not much to say. I make spiders and control them.." ...What else was there...? 'Hi... I'm Megan, I like long walks on the beach... and if you let me into this place you'll most likely come to regret it.' Probably not the best thing to say.
"I like hanging around here... because people are nice to me." She blinked, wondering if taking the time and effort to burst into tears would be worth it. "... and because you have a killer pool."
"And I could always withdraw acceptance of your need for silk..." She crossed her arms as well, copying him, and tried her best to wipe the smirk from her lips. The fact that her drinks were finally setting in wasn't helping at all. Her bottom lip jutted out at his refusal, and she resisted the urge to stomp her foot. Mr. Hero wouldn't play game? Fine. She'd have to find another way to get that damned mask off his face.
"Okay, Fine. If you are going to need a lot of it, then give me a week. After one week I will drop by central park at, oh... Ten Thirty pm with all of the silk you could ever need. I will wait exactly a half an hour, and if you aren't there by then~ I will go home." Her hands dropped from her chest, to her hips as he turned away, muttering something about the cameras heading their way, and stuck her tongue out at them.
She really hated spoil sports... though, at the view from behind on this one wasn't all that bad. "Hm... at least spandex is good for something." Her go-go inspired heels clacked along behind him until he had shown her where the escape ladder was. She leaned over the edge a little, wrinkling her nose at the dirty, trash filled alley below, and turned a more than slightly tipsy glare the Masochists way. He was so very lucky she had a thing for vigilante's. Soooo very lucky.
"By the by," She started, while she threw one leg over onto the fire escape. "...Those underwear make your bum look just Magnificent. Just sayin'..." She winked, and started her trek down.
Uurgh.. More aggravating questions. More prying. She turned, leaving her spiders to their work, but remained a good distance away from Gemma. Had she not complimented her, Megan might had rolled her eyes. But... an A plus, was an A plus... and she had never before earned one of those. Perhaps... there would be a gold star sticker next?
"Thanks, but I have been able to do this all my life." There might have been a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, but she managed to hold it down. "It's nothing special." The idea of any of the things she leaked about herself being not 'official' made her narrow her eyes. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that anythings he said would remain between the two of them... and yet, at the same time. All of her mid day fun hinged on bugging a certain mirror walker. Her lips descended into a frown.
"What kind of information?" She questioned, turning to see if her babies were done yet. The bulk of the web was swept away, rolled into balls of varying sizes, which the spiders were hooking together at the end of one long branch. Little bits of white webbing clung to the ends of branches, as well as the glitter on select ornaments. They would get to those though, it was only a matter of time.
"Wha-?!" At first, she thought he had been joking... but the she was snaked into a hero hug, and then her feet were leaving the ground, and all of the sudden all of the tiny cars down on the road started to get bigger. She managed to keep the contents of her stomach in, but not an ear shattering scream. Half way down she clutched the man in a vise like bear hug of death, and squeezed her eyes shut. The last images she saw, was of the ground zooming in to meet them... and then it all stopped. With the elegance of an elevator ride.
"You are such a-" And the screaming resumed, for a shorter length this time. Saph's ears would be thankful. Just as they were reaching the arch of Saph's second jump, Megan managed to calm down quite a bit. By the time she was released onto the relative safety the roof provided, she was only a nervous, shaking mess. "We have a little time... How long will it take you to make the stuff?"
Was this guy really worth the effort and time she would waste by fangirling after him? For a moment, as she stared blankly at him, she considered that question. But, as always, the answer came back as a loud and forceful YES. She continued to shake like a rodent that had gone on an unwelcome down hill ride in a hamster ball, she nodded, and set about gathering the strength to answer him. "That.. depends entirely on the amount of silk you need." A large amount would take many days... and would be generally exhausting, while a small batch would only take a few hours, and she would be no worse for wear.
She blinked at him, eyeballing his costume for a moment as she wondered about what exactly he had in mind for her silk... and an evil little thought popped into her head. What did he look like under that mask? Was he cute? ...surely she wasn't about to waste her valuable time on someone of meager attractiveness... "But first..." She added, her shaking ceasing in an instant. "I want to see what you look like under that mask of yours." A little smile curved the corners of her mouth, and she focused on him intently, like a wolf targeting her prey. "Even making a small amount of web will take some time... and unless you intend to come home with me, I am going to need to know who exactly is receiving this gift. That is, unless you want to be seen waltzing into a woman's apartment in that heroic getup..."
Coupled with a wink, she blew blond bangs from her eyes, and rested a hand on her hip, the other toying with the bottom of her duct tape skirt. Would he play game?.. She didn't know. Having see the extent of violence he was willing to go to in the name of heroism, she didn't doubt that he was a strong... possibly insane man. She was heaping her plan on the notion that he wouldn't harm an innocent, pretty civilian. "...Well?"
Gemma stepped away, and the familiar buzzing of spider voices in her head returned. Her arms and legs tingled with the energy of life beneath the surface, and she shivered happily. It felt good to have her babies back... she hadn't realized how much she really missed them. She took a long look at the woman in front of her, arms crossed and grinning, and frowned ever so slightly. so...motherly. Blech. "Thanks.." The woman's comment about how her power worked left Megan feeling uncertain. What kind of a mutant stopped other peoples mutations from working? It was just... wrong. Not to mention scary.
Her spiderlings stopped what they were doing, many mid chomp on a fellow arachnid. Those of which were eating their kin recoiled in spider horror, jumping and dancing way from half drained husks of their brethren. Many flailed their small legs in panic, understanding only minimally what they had done, while others stared at their guilty pedipalps in disbelief, thinking 'WHHYYY!? In a spider like way. Megan felt a pang of sympathy in her chest for them. Her small, beloved creations... But she squashed it with a cold, heartless fist before the feeling could manifest any further. This was no time to weep and moan!
"Pull yourself together Cadets! This isn't daycare!" She clicked her heels together, straightening her back and laying her hands on her hips. Her children turned to face her, raising up on their tippy toes with their front legs raised and at attention like they had been trained to do. Megan nodded, satisfied. "Alright Maggots! We have a mission today. Our mission is to eradicate all of the web from this tree." She turned, and paced back and forth in front of them, waiting for her order to sink in. The spiders, who were greatly confused by the order, turned and looked at each other questioningly. Take down the web?... but they had just put it up... and it was so preeetty.
Megan stopped pacing, and directed a glare over the visible spiders. "Are you questioning your order's?!" The small black creatures jumped a little, and scurried back to work- this time removing all of the web they had strung up. With a little smirk, Megan crossed her arms, and watched. They were such good little babies...
"So, you said you have friends in the Mansion?"
her back stiffened and she drummed her fingers on her arm. Was it any of her business who she had been referring to?...no, she didn't think so. She resisted the urge to turn and do a lot of angry finger pointing, coupled with a few not so nice words directed at nosiness. She knew it was mainly her defense mechanism kicking in, due to someone prying for information she did not readily want to give. "....Acquaintances, really. I was perhaps a bit to hasty with the F word." A truth... she couldn't honestly call any of the people she had met at the mansion friends. They were merely sources of entertainment, for when she was bored. She blinked, her fingers stilling, and shifted her attention to a few spiders who were dusting off a web coated ornament. She could see a distorted reflection of herself standing there, decked out in Christmas cheer, and scowled. With an irritated swipe, she pulled off her santa hat and tucked it into her belt.
Walking behind for a few moments, before her ego kicked in again and told her that if anything the man should be following her (even though she didn't know where to go) she sped up and matched paces with him. An indignant look settled on he face while she lost herself in thoughts- thoughts that dealt with he current mood, her grumbling stomach, and why the hell she had just agreed to go on a lunch date with a perfect stranger.
well... he was kind of cute. In a businessy sort of way. "So, do you do this with every stranger you meet? Or just the pretty ones?" There was a smirk in her words, but not on her lips. For the first time in a long time Megan didn't have the energy, or want, to gloat. Instead, she pursed her lips, and busied herself with tucking her hands into her pockets. She stared at people who passed, taking advantage of a rather blank face to scare a few of them into giving her a wide berth, and took silent satisfaction in the fact that her unnatural eye color still held it's unsettling charm. Sometimes.
"It will be a definite blow to my ego if this just happens to be one of your hobbies."
The server only blinked a few times, and smiled. He had surely never seen a kid like this one before, but other than causing him to pause a little, the strange sight didn't deter him from starting to fix up the kids order. "Hot chocolate, eh? I haven't made one of those in a while." He set about scooping out a few good sized balls of ice cream, black cherry, and contemplated how he was going to pump this order up a little and make it unforgettable. The last order he had done had been so plain and boring that he had tossed in chocolate and strawberry sprinkled, and and cherry on top for free, just to spice it up a little. This time though, he would have to top himself. He rolled out the two scoops, dropped a good dollop of fudge in the bottom of the waffle cone, rolled the edged of the ice cream in crushed waffle cone pieces, and piled them onto of each other. Man, this was going to be a good treat...
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Megan peeked at her self in bathroom mirror for a moment while she dried her hands, her makeup was still in good shape... her hair was fine. She tossed her paper towel into the trash, began to turn, then paused. A small smudge of pink still adorned her cheek... and that wouldn't do. She wiped her face clean, and exited the bathroom with a cheeky grin in place. ".. Black cherry? Two scoops even..." She sidled up to Koga's side and peeked over his arm. "..Ooh, and a waffle cone too. Someone's in a daring mood." The man behind the counter grinned and handed Koga's ice cream over to him. "And what about you little miss? What will you have, the usual?"
Megan smirked, and clasped her hands behind her back. What would she have today? Strawberry was her favorite, yes, but the nights events called for something different. "I think I will have th-" Her phone's ringer went off suddenly, alerting her to a text message. Megan frowned, wondering who on earth would be contacting her at this time of night, and reached back to fish her phone out. "..hold on a sec." The server nodded, and set about making Koga's hot chocolate instead. With her slider in hand, she flipped the phone open and opened the message. It was from an unknown number, which was... concerning to her, seeing as she had only given her phone number out to a few people. It read I Miss U. She stared at it, unblinking, and narrowed her eyes. There was no way any of the people she knew would have sent it to her...
A bad feeling seeped into her chest, and she snapped her phone shut before slipping it back into her pocket. "... I'll have a scoop of the Raspberry poppy seed, in a cup, please." Shaking herself of the odd message, she slapped a grin back on her face and turned to Koga as his hot chocolate was being set down on the counter. "Hot chocolate too? I haven't had that since I was a kid." She watched as the man behind the counter threw together her treat, extra sprinkles and all, and tried to forget the odd text.
A quick eye roll was all she intended to answer his comment with. 'Yeah... you'd look awesome at a comic convention...' Instead of voicing her thoughts, she chose to watch him tinker with her web some more, then turned her eyes down to the street below. Anymore waiting, and she might have to take thinks into her own hands to speed up the process. She was snatched from plots, by a question... kind of disguised as a trade. She sniffed, frowning slightly at the idea of giving someone her web for free.
"I could give you some..." She shifted, trying to look less like she was clinging to the wall and shaking in her boots, and more like she actually had a choice in the matter. A hard thing to pull off. "... Or... I could force your hand and just step off the ledge, forcing you to dive off and save me- or look like a fool in front of all of those nice people."
She smirked a little, more at herself than anything, and patted herself on the back for a moment, before continuing on. "Of course, I won't, because I happen to like you." She shifted again, edging closer to him, and grinned. "So, in light of the fr-....friendly circumstances, once you get me down, I shall make you however much web you wish for."
<.< A friend will be here for a few more days, and class is starting up again. There is a heavy possibility that I am also on the verge of hybernation... Saph will try to keep me awake, and I will try to not break my computer when I RAGEQUIT online English classes this next week.
She nodded. "I do, though, I honestly don't know how... it just has always happened. I can make little jumpers, big tarantulas, and nearly everything in between..." Of course, now that she thought of it, she usually had to touch them before she could make them.. or was it get bitten? She would have to find out later. "It's pretty cool, being able to make my own friends. Not as cool as being able to blend into things though."
She smirked at his reaction to what she had said. Of course she spoke the truth.. she only ever lied when it served a purpose. Her purpose. Luckily enough, she didn't pause by the door when Koga stopped. Instead, she headed inside and waved at the owner and his wife. They knew her, or at least knew the her that she had made up, so she was generally greeted with a smile and a little wave back. She didn't doubt for a moment that their opinion of her would change, were she to act like, well, herself in front of them, and she knew for a fact that there wasn't a thing she could do to stop them from banning her from the store if she did. The wall behind the counter, which was speckled with Polaroid photos of people not allowed into the store spoke measures... and the loaded shot gun the old couple had stashed under the counter usually kept any arguments at bay.
Megan turned back just as Koga had entered the store, and grinned. "Welcome to Paradise!" She twirled around a little while the owners waved to Koga, as if showing a magnificent ballroom, and then politely excused herself to the ladies room.
The couples son, who was merrily whistling away behind the ice cream counter, turned at Koga's approach and adjusted his little white cap. "What can I get for ya son?" He questioned, tucking a small drying cloth away into his apron as he leaned against the counter and smiled.
Well, that was something she had never heard before... Spiders? Lucky? Well, in a way she figured that they had always brought her luck, but she had just assumed that it was because she was special.
The admission that she couldn't be sent to detention made her smirk right back at the lady. A smirk that was immediately washed away by the threat of being banned from the mansion. What a horrible way for her fun to be ruined! How was she supposed to bug all of her favorite mansionites... She clenched her jaw for a moment, ready to throw her nose in the air and stomp her way out of the building- until a counter offer was presented.
If she helped to clean up, she could stay? Icy eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she stared at the woman for a few moments. If she said no, she'd be banned from the mansion forever- most likely, and if she said yes, she'd have to remove all of the beautiful work her babies had done...
Then again, they were in the process of cannibalizing each other. They probably wouldn't care about the web that much. "Deal." She announced, grinning despite herself. "I will have them clean up the tree, and then I will have them go outside." Turning her eyes back at the tree, she paused. "You will have to undo whatever witchy trick you have going on right now... because they'd sooner attack me currently, then obey me."
As if to justify her admission, one of the spiders closest to her raise up its front legs and danced a little, a typical show of spider aggression... which only serves to make it all the more cuter.
She had nearly made it to the corner of the building on her hands and knees, crawling at a snail's pace, when she heard the crowd below let out a collective gasp. The sound of feet on the ledge behind her startled her, and she turned icy blue eyes back to spot the costumed super hero, alive and virtually unscathed.
"Where you runnin off too? I get get you down, you kno- jesus! what the hell are you wearing?" Her surprise melted away into a dead pan stare and she pushed herself up against the wall and stood. "I should ask you the same thing." She snapped, and crossed her arms over her chest. It's not like her outfit was all that out of the ordinary... Okay, it was out of ordinary when standing on a ledge stories above the ground... but that was besides the point. "I thought you got squished by the Monkey man... How'd you survive that?" Her eyes roamed him suspiciously. He should have at least had some type of laceration or wound... a broken bone at least!
"What ever... look, I can get you down from here if you want..." Well, Mr. Valiant didn't have much of a sense of fashion, but at least he wasn't going to leave her up in the air. "Yeah... just... uh... drop me off somewhere were there aren't a ton of lights and cameras..." She paused, blinked, and added carefully. "...please."
"Gees! This stuff is tough! Where did you get this?"
She stared at him for a moment, blank faced. Really? At a critical time like this, he was doing to admire her web?... He admired her web? Hmm.. On second thought, maybe it wasn't so bad. She smiled, and nodded. "I didn't 'get' it, I made it. It's silk..."
Just when she thought she would never be able to breathe normally again, the pressure on her ribcage loosened up and she was able to suck in a deep breath of air. Her eyes landed on the sight playing out before her, Kong shaking about frantically, with one little arm hooked around his beefy neck. She actually watched as his eyes slipped shut, and felt him start tipping backwards. With a cringe and a squeak of fear, Megan leaned back and snatched up her rope. She managed to twist it around her hand tree times before the apes giant mit fell away from her mid section and she was left dangling along side the building.
"Stay here... Hold on to somethi-ahhh!"
And then, just like that they began to topple like a tree. While thoroughly fascinated with the sight, or rather the idea that she would get to finally see something go splat, she found herself actually rooting for the Masochist. Maybe he was going to flip mid air and land on the giant's stomach? Or maybe he would pull the first trick he had used and land by himself, miraculously unscathed? She watched, and he failed to do anything more than disappear under the hulking monkey man. Megan grimaced, and brought herself back to her own situation.
With the attention down below, she glanced around and noticed that she wasn't very far away from a short ledge. Just eyeballing the distance she figured she could make it.. but there wasn't really a sure way to tell. With a gulp, and a few inner curse words, she carefully unwrapped her hand from the rope. The first loop went pretty smoothly, she only dropped a little, but the second jolted her so bad she nearly let go of the remaining length of web. '..Bad day to have sweaty hands... Sucking in another deep breath, she released the last loop and fell four feet onto the ledge below. Her heart jumped into her throat as she pitched forward just a little, and then managed to catch herself on the wall.
People below were still buzzing around the ones who fell, so she figured it would probably be a while before someone sent up a ladder to her. In light of the situation, she decided it best to try and find her own way down. Besides, she really didn't want to have to talk to the cops while tipsy and in a tube top and skirt made of duct tape. Shuffling along the edge of the building, she made her way closer to the corner, where there was an alley- and in her mind, an alley was sure to have a fire escape.