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.
Was she just moving in? "Well, sort of... I haven't really... er... talked to anyone yet." Partially the truth, partially a lie. Most people never knew the difference. "I have been visiting a... fr- frie-...friend... here for a while now.
Well, that word had only burned half as much as it used too. She would have to fix that later. Right now, she needed to figure out what the hell she was going to do. Gawainya and that other kid were really the only people she had spoken too in the school... oh wait, no, there was that other guy too.. er... Ga-something. He had worked there too, so she could always use him as an alibi.
Gemma seemed a little shocked, but not enough to scare her, by the spider charade. Megan wondered if she had children, as an immunity to creepy crawlies seemed to follow those with snot nosed brats. If it came down to a sink or swim decision, she would need to think of something other than threatening her with arachnids. Maybe a swift kick in her old lady shin, and then bolt for the door. "Do all students have to live on the grounds?"
Who did her eyes happen to fall on but an unknown woman who stunk of holiday cookies and... what was that, cheer?! Poison! She shifted anxiously, sifting though a few prepared stories, before she fell short and sputtered. "..uh..." 'Real smart... way to go!' She patted herself on the back, and tried again.
"Nope, I was actually just on my way ou-" "..Are those spiders?"
Megan turned, as if she had no idea what the woman was talking about, and nodded. " Yep, those appear to be spiders. No idea as to where they came from tho-" The lady stepped closer to her, and all of the sudden Megan felt something that she hadn't felt in a while. The buzzing in her head from her babies chattering amongst themselves vanished, and a second later she succumbed to helpless giggling as a waterfall of spiders scattered from her clothing in all directions. She stood there, wide eyed as the little creatures made for all of the dark crevices in the room, and tapped her fingers on her thighs guiltily.
"...eh..." Well, there went her lie... instead, she straightened her back and raised her hand out for a handshake. "Charlotte, At your service, Ma'am." If you couldn't fool them, try to join them.
"Say, why do you call him darling, i thought he had a-"
"Technicality; Door!"
The kid on the other side of the intercom grumbled something under his breath, and the door s swung open. Megan merrily skipped her way into the mansion, peeking around the corner of the door to check if the coast was clear before she launched Operation: Grinchmas. She could hear a few people off in the distance, but honestly on a weekend in the middle of the day most kiddies were out galavanting around with friends. 'Friends... Blegh.'
The very word left a bad taste in her mouth. Megan let herself in the rest of the way and closed the door behind her, blue eyes shifting this way and that as she tried to figure out where her target would be located. Now, most people put Christmas trees in their living rooms, or off in hallways adjacent... this place was huge, and she had only even been in certain parts of it. There was no way she would have time to search all by her lonesome. " Kay guys, you're up to bat."
She picked the velvet Santa hat she was wearing off of her head and shook her passengers out of it. Thirty or so small black spiders tumbled to the ground, then skittered off in different directions. Megan watched then go, before she turned her attention to the living room Gawain had sat her down in when she had first come to the school. She heard soft whispers as her children explored, 'not here', 'nothing here', 'Dog! Dog! do-', one went silent. Megan wrinkled her nose and adjusted her hand sewn Santa suit. As she entered the living room, she spotted the tree all dressed up in lights and tinsel. She took a moment to sent out a retreat signal, then skipped cheerfully over to inspect what kind of goodies had been laid out for her to prey upon. She found a bowl full of candy canes first, and snatched one up, then another for good measure.
But when she plopped down in front of the tree, she noticed that it lacked presents... or any gifty type thing. "Who puts up a tree without presents?" All of the memories she repressed from home told her that this was not correct. Someone must have assumed snoopy people wouldn't be able to keep their twitchy hands to themselves... or nobody put gifts under trees anymore in public places. With her spiders trinkling into the room, she felt bitterness well up and nodded at the tree. The spiders got her message and set to work jumping onto branches, leaving silk behind them as they tracked their way though branch after branch, after branch. She frowned, watching as they slowly started to cover the tree in web, then pouted and slapped a little glass ornament from a branch. A bad move, seeing as it shattered upon impact with the floor. 'oh shi-'
She thought she heard something and stood quickly. There was no where really to run, nor hide. "...uh...."
"Well, if not my food, then whose? I know a good cafe nearby. I could treat you."
Her eyebrows twisted, face adopted an angry, 'I'm about to lay into you' expression... but then her stomach roared again and the hot air fueling her angry dissipated. How long had it been since someone offered to buy her lunch?
well, not that long... but she was never one to refuse. Free was free, no downsides! She sighed and let her angry face slip away. If her day was going to be a flop, she might as well stop fighting it and just float along~ with it.
"... Sure." She tucked her hands into her hoodie's pockets and stood from the bench. "What place did you have in mind?" The forced malice dropped from her voice, she relaxed, and her children stopped wriggling about. Good thing too, seeing as they had begun to make her scalp itchy.
She twitched again, and let her eyes slide his way. Not amused was she. Being the target of a wise guy had not been on her agenda today, then again, she had wanted to get up and ride the train into town, where she could heckle people without worrying about them following her home. Since that didn't pan out, here she was. Annoying sub guy and all his smug glory. She should be in his shoes right now... not how things were currently playing out.
Then again, he seemed smarter than her- so in all honesty she would have simply gone off to find an easier person to pick on. With her sideways glare still pointed on him, she snorted and grumbled, "Not for your food i'm not." Infact, she'd eat one of Roaches cast away bodies- plain, with no sauces or spices- before she would even think of admitting such a thing.
He really was a cook. So much for her on the spot showing off of her food knowledge. So much for that game. She admitted defeat in her usual way, by curling a lip and slouching into her folded arms a little. "Yes, well, all of that does sound nice, for a four star restaurant. I prefer my food much more simple however."
That's right, she didn't need any of that flair and elegant taste in her cooking, just the bare essentials. Its how she maintained her figure, seeing as running was reserved for escapes and mocking people. "... And I suppose if you are on your lunch break a sub wont kill you every now and then..." Megan blinked, yet again. What was she, this guys personal trainer? Why was she still talking to him?!
'shutupshutupshutupshutupshutp!'
Her upper lip curled slightly, and she felt her children wriggle about in her hair. Her annoyance with herself was getting to them. To further her annoyance and discomfort even more, her stomach chose that exact minute to grumble hungrily at the guys description of a well thought-out salad. One bright blue eye twitched ever so slightly, and she refused to react to it happening. She would not give him the satisfaction of his recipe making her hungry.
"Alright then, Miss Right. What would you suggest instead of an Italian sub? I am a cook, you know. I can make pretty much anything."
Megan's bottom lip protruded just a little. She would not pout.. Would not! Not even if she got the feeling she was being mocked in some way shape or form by a complete stranger while on one of her off days.
"Well, first of all I would suggest eating meat that doesn't come from a sub shop. God only knows what those slices of flesh went through before they reached your sandwich." Not to mention the bread, sauces and whatever they passed off as vegetables these days. "In my opinion, You should be eating a nice heaping plate full of steamed veggies, with... hmmm... gruyere cheese sprinkled on top." She paused a moment, then though of something else.
"And none of those average joe veggies either. You, my friend, need to be eating yams, Okra, parsnips, and Korabi. they make an Excellent salad if you chop them up in bite sized chunks." She nodded, sagely, and blinked. ...Why was she giving advice again? With a groan, she let her head fall back onto the bench with a thunk, and glared up at the sky. Maybe she needed someone to stomp on her toes real hard... yeah, that would get her good and angry again. Where was that blasted blathering Roach when you needed him!?
Megan blinked. Then blinked again. "Woah, woah, woah.." She raised her hands in as if giving up, and scrunched her nose up at him. "Don't get me wrong here, I couldn't care less about your health. I just like to be right, and i like to inform people of how right i am."
She paused, blinking at him, and recrossed her arms over her chest. "Infact, other than me being right about how bad for you that sandwich is, it would actually be beneficial to me if you were to get fat from it. Because then i could run faster than you too."
She paused again, as if in thought, then continued. "You're welcome, though, for the advice."
"when we have the time to ensure a lack of alarm and a lack of cops having ulterior motives for tracking us down, I promise you a ride in a shiny new sports car."
"WooHoo!" Her arms flew into the air, and she arched her back and wiggled in the seat a little, which made a crackling sound. Her lip curled and she ceased her excitement. "Aww... I think a wrapper is stuck to my butt..." Upon further inspection, she discovered that there was a candy wrapper attached to her. "Gross..."
"I've only had to use it a few times but its always good to have around, just in case."
An eyebrow raised, and she cocked her head at Meld as she exited the car, and kicked the door shut. "Oh? I'll bet there are some pretty exciting stories attached to this place then..." She let the end trail off, an open invitation to story time, as well as a little bit of a nudge. Surely, with such a... modified body, one would have quite a few tales of which how it came to be. As well as a few tales of how exactly she fell into the shadows of New York crime.
While waiting, she took a few moments to take in her surroundings a little more, as she tagged along behind the metallic woman. It was always good to have a few good escape routes on hand... even if you didn't think you'd necessarily need them.
She rolled her eyes backward, glancing at him, and blinked. "An A? Really?...Hm... First A I've ever gotten. Figures." It did figure, actually, seeing as being "witchy" was one of the only things she learned how to do in school... other than how to make scones in home ec. class. Mmm... scones. SO good, but SO bad for you.
"My thighs? Hah, nice one. Running thin on material? No, I don't think they'll go to my thighs...I work out."[/color]
"And I avoid junk food. If it doesn't go straight to your thighs, or your butt, it sticks itself to the inside of your arteries. Sure, that sandwich is good now, but wait five months, or a year, and then a flake of cholesterol will chip off in there and Bam!. Aneurysm. I had an Aunt go that way, you know."
Not really, but meh. Health advice was health advice. Even the big weight loss experts used scare tactics. Though... way she had even bothered to talk that much... she didn't know. A cross expression came to her features, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
Megan grinned. "come closer, and maybe I will." She received the splash with barely a bat of the eye, and stuck her tongue out right back. Maya moved out of range for the moment, and pretty soon she was being circled by a merry man with an accent. How strange... yet oddly amusing. She blinked, and let her self sink up to her nose like an alligator laying in weight.
"So, what do you do? I know the incredible switcheroo over there can do stuff with reflections or something and changes genders, and I'm a metal manipulator, but not what you do."
She paused her tongue, pondering for a few moments on what she should say, before a small, proud grin appeared on her lips under the water. She kicked a little harder, bobbing back up so that she could answer. "What do I do? I Create." She paused again, blinking, and explained further. "Miss "switcharoo" over there already knows, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to flaunt once more."
With a small whistle, she called for her babies to scamper out of hiding, and gather at the side of the pool. After a few moments, they appeared, and quickly shouldered past one another as their curiosity got the best of them. In no time, her small group of spiders were side by side, peeking with bright blue eyes at the terror that was the water, and its inhabitants.
"You two want some alone time over there?" Megan grinned, and turned to face the bikini clad Mirror, and winked. "Threesomes are much better than twosomes, Maya my dear."
"What can I say, I'm busy. Maybe you should call before you visit..." She lifted a finger, her brows furrowed to protest, but Cafas beat her to it. "But that would take half the fun out of it! Dropping in with warning is like telling an opponent your every attack, it means they are prepared and not left flailing!"
She blinked, dropped her pointed finger, and grinned. "See! He knows what I'm talking about." The male earned a few cool points in her book... next time the opportunity came, she might think twice before pantsing him, or something of equal embarrassment. Maybe... "Besides, you never gave me your number, Mrs. stingy. Otherwise I might have called you before hand." Now that she had permission to call as much as she wanted, she'd have to make sure to abuse that freedom. With a snort she flopped back into the water, attempting a successful back float, and adjusted her soaked, clingy dress.
"So Charlotte, you make a habit of stealing clothes or do you just have an odd way of flirting?"
Her eyes turned his way, smirking before her lips could arch to match. She pointed lazily through the water at Maya, and pursed her lips. "Well, I wouldn't call it stealing... More like borrowing or trading." With a grin, she turned her head to stare at bikini clad Mirror. "Your bra is really comfy by the way... a little too small though." She floated for a moment longer, then crossed her arms behind her head and re-submerged up to her chin, kicking to keep herself afloat. "As to the flirting question, I will assume you that you would know if I was flirting with you."
Lazily, she dropped her head back against the seat and peeked out from under her bangs at the owner of the voice. Some guy... eating a sub. Considering she was the only witchy person in her vicinity, she figured he was probably talking to her..."You know, I get that a lot." She blinked, lifted her head back up, and glowered more at the park dwellers. "It's a dirty job, but someone gotta do it." With a yawn, she stretched her arms above her head, then tucked her hands behind the bench.
"I think I do a pretty good job at it too." She added in, maybe a bit too cheerfully. Her eyes remained forward, searching maybe, or contemplating, and she sighed softly. Parks were always too happy. Much to happy. Why did she even bother coming to places like this anymore? The image of the teen getting whacked in the face by his own Frisbee came to mind, and she had her answer. She came to places like this to kill the happy. Rain on peoples parades... Even if it was by simply being a grumpy bum hogging a park bench.
With a snort, she turned to look back at the man, his sub, and blinked. "You know, those things will go straight to your thighs."