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.
Another fine day. Another fine sundress. This was was red though, with cherries. And it had a little itchy tag that she had not been able to remove. Very annoying. On the upside, she was now recognized as Gawain/Maya's "friend". Which meant that before she even had to start hollering or make a few calls, the gate swung open. Totally worth an itchy tag. She wheeled her scooter onto the grounds, parked it in the lawn, and tucked her helmet onto the handlebars of her bike. With a confident little whistle, she started up the steps... then paused. She hadn't really been able to check out the rest of the grounds yet... just the inside and that trap filled maze. Blue eyes squinted, pondering, and she shrugged. She could always twist the kids ear until he showed her around again. Bypassing the temptation to snoop- for the moment- she entered the building and followed the now familiar path up to where Gawain's room sat.
She paused in front of his door to collect herself, and adopt her most convincing innocent smile yet, and rapped lightly on his door. Truth be told she was there with perfectly innocent intentions. She needed someone to help her get... something... from her old apartment. Mainly something that was being withheld from her because she had neglected to pay the last months rent she had owed her previous roommate. Of course, without having filled out any formal paperwork, she could slip through that hole... but she still wanted her stuff back! "Oh, Gawain dear?" She paused, intertwining her fingers behind her back, and blinked at the door. Not a sound. Not a damn sound! After a moment of waiting, she knocked again, much harder this time, and tried a different form of greeting. "Hey Maya! Open up before I kick the door in..." Never mind that she probably couldn't actually do that... It was the threat that counted. Another five minutes ticked by painfully, and Megan finally gave up. She threw her hands in the air, kicked the door out of aggravation, and turned to stomp back down stairs.
On the way out though... she was hopeless distracted by the temptation of an open door or two along the way. One happened to be some kids room... a messy room at that. But she did find a few fun things to pocket. A yo-yo and a little sticker thing with fake mustaches on it. With the items stuffed neatly into the small pockets on her dress, she waded her way back out of the door, peeked around the door frame to glanced both ways down the hallway, and departed. With a nice fuzzy brown 'stache on her upper lip, and a yo-yo lazily bobbing up and down in one hand she wandered around. A few rooms with interesting signs on them were locked, Figured, but there was one she found quite open and welcoming. It was empty... as far as she could tell, and there was a desk riddled with paperwork of various shapes and colors. Megan blinked, hovering, until she spotted a glimpse of a white coat hanging off the back of the desk chair... and felt inclined to investigate.
Investigating led to trying the coat on, and trying it on led to her plopping down in the chair and propping her feet up on the desk. She glanced about, and fiddled with her yo-yo until she grew bored and decided to poke at the key board of a computer that also adorned the desk. Whatever boring window was up was easily minimized, and she went ahead and let herself into explorer, and whatever history had been saved there. To her surprise, it was chalk full of more boring things.. something about a pharmaceutical company. Very boring. She had been expecting to find someones dirty secrets and the like... but Noooooo. Nothing can ever be interesting. With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, and stroked her mustache thoughtfully, tucking an arm behind her head. Whatever company it was, must have been pretty important, seeing as there were multiple searches on it...
She couldn't help but curl a lip at him, every so slightly. She couldn't see where the two new worms had slipped out of, and she didn't want too, honestly. She did scoff at his words though, and loudly at that. "If I didn't want to listen, I wouldn't still be here."
She casually stepped back a little from the worms attempting to climb her legs, making soft chattering noises at them like they were much to friendly dogs, and threw blue eyes back to the man. "I would also suggest you call them, back. Unless you want to find out how fast a dozen black widow bites can kill a giant worm." As if to prove her point, she forced the small creatures still crawling around on her to stop, and turn to face the man. Many dozens of small glittering blue eyes focused on Worms, before they shifted to the slithering creatures on the ground.
"Say what you have to say, Wormsy Dear. So we can both go back to acting like semi normal people." Her eyes shifted momentarily to the doorway, where just beyond her co workers were happily oblivious to what was going on outside. She shifted on her feet, angling her chair at the worms surrounding her, and pointed her blade at Worms. "I'll sit and listen, you call your dogs off, Deal?"
She glanced up from her game, pen at frowning lips, and narrowed icy eyes at him. Why was he still here? Hadn't she shooed him off a second ago? From behind her ear, one of her children watched the conversation curiously. It could understand what Megan was saying, for the most part, but the other two legged one was a mystery. The others were wriggling around at the back of her head. One had spotted something moving behind... and they all wanted to see what it was.
"Are you here to try and scare me or something? Because I'll tell you right now, I've met scarier pe-"
Her sentence was cut off as her spiders spotted the worms crawling up on her, and practically flew from the back of her head, out to he front. The small black bodies skittered about across the front of her shirt, looking around for somewhere to hide, all while chattering on loudly about the creatures behind her. Megan took a moment to blink at her babies, then one more to force the sores along her back, shoulders, and arms to pop open. The spiders within would be a little small, yes, but sometimes small could be good.
"Sonofa-"
She stood swiftly, and whipped around. One hand snatched up the chair she had just been sitting in, while the other flashed back to withdraw a straight edge razor from her back pocket. Using the chair in a fashion any lion tamer would beam with pride at, she held her blade aloft and stared the horrific creatures before her down.... Well, actually, they were kind of cute. Not as cute as her babies... but still.
"These the 'friends' you spoke of?" She asked, shifting her gaze momentarily to Worms. "Because I have to tell you, I hate surprises."
"Well damn." She started, pouting just a little. "Maybe we should go back and jack fuzzy bums car." She curved the end of the statement with a hint of humor, and resisted the urge to clap when Meld shattered the window with one swift blow. She defiantly had a useful mutation, whatever it happened to be under all of that weaponry. Megan watched, highly amused, as the woman moved around and let herself in, then started the car. Even without the help of movie magic or spy tools!
She slipped in though her own door, kicking a few things out of the way with her foot, then settled down, and buckled in. "Ready when you are, Meld." She purred, patting the dirty dashboard in front of her with a hand that she had sucked into her jacket. "Don't let me forget to come back though, my scooter is somewhere out in the boonies of the parking lot." Blue eyes rolled to the ceiling, and she scrunched her nose.
"I'll be P***ed if it gets towed." She crossed her arms behind her head and hooked one leg over the other. A nice car ride with someone who had been willing to help her salvage her completely failed spider snatching attempt? Not the most horrible thing in the world. The failed mission left her with other things to think about as well. Mainly what had gone wrong, how she had muddled things up, and how in the future she could prevent herself from falling into the same problem.
First off, she would seriously have to sit down and think plans through in the future. No more reading a headline and throwing a half assed missions. Seriously. Also, perhaps giving out her name so freely was a bad idea... She could imagine what type of trouble that would cause when it came to work and her social life.... She'd have to remedy that somehow too. For the moment though, she was stealing a car with a new... er... acquaintance. No need to dwell on problems of the future, when she had a robot woman to bail her out of trouble... Hopefully.
Her expression deadpanned and she tugged her word search back out from under her butt. What a waste of time. "You came to the wrong place then, because I don't do friendship." A pen was fished out of her pocket, and she brought it thoughtfully to her lips while her eys scoured the page. Her eyes picked out the word Fabulous, hidden among other things, and she ciurcled it.
Of course, she spotted a dirty word along side, one that was not on the list, and she circled it slowly as well, then glanced back up to the guy. He was a weird one... but not weirder than normal. Adopting a tiny smile, she pointed her pen at him and waggled it.
"Ya know, I've acvtually met more than enough 'friends of friends'. Enough to last a life time, in fact." She blinked, cocking her head to the side, and chewed on the cap of her pen. At least, in a way, she was getting a break from working.
He reappeared, and she lifted her eyes in time to catch him slicking back his hair with... what ever that was on his hand. Her lip curled up and she tucked her word search under her butt, while staring at the offered hand blankly. It was... slimy. He expected her to touch that thing?... how gross.
"Uh... yeah." She left the hand hanging, sipped her coffee, and offered back a small smirk of a smile in return. "It's a pleasure." While she remained rather fixated on the strange man's once again gooey hair, she couldn't help but set to the task of furthering all of the little sores on her back, as well as starting new ones on the visible flesh on her arms. Within a few minutes the ones under her tank top would be ready to pop, and she would have a small army of fresh widows and jumpers at her disposal.... in case they were needed. The others would take a little longer, but generally watching a bunch of red, puss filled spots pop out out of no where turned people off of polite conversation.
While the wave of spots flashes into existence though, she also went ahead and started a nice little ball of sticky silk inside her cheek. A good failsafe had always seemed to be spitting into your opponents face, then running into a nice crowded area while they peeled off the gooey mass... and it didn't hurt her cause that running into crowded buildings meant other people then became targets as well... "So... who exactly are you, Mr. Worms? ... and why are you here? I doubt it was really for a haircut..."
One of her eyes twitched, ever so slightly, and she removed herself from the sink. "Daddy long legs...eh?" Slipping the gloves off her hands, she dropped them in a waste basket at her side and leveled a scowl in his direction. her co workers were all busy, tending to their own, far less annoying customers, and she could hear her children chattering silently in her head.
"I think... you should join me out side, Mister Andrew, Where we can talk a little more freely." She didn't bother to hose the soap from his hair, no, he could deal with that on his own. A man she had never met before was dropping hints about her mutation, and she did not like that one bit. She turned without another work, leaving him with white apron and all, and marched through the curtain into the back, where she snatched up her coffee and her word search and bumped open the back door with a hip.
The alley was as good a place to chat with a creepster as any other. She plopped herself down on one of the many chairs scattered about for employee's on their smoke breaks, and sipped at her drink casually while she dove back into her game.
Megan hovered over her hair, her lips curled back as she tried and failed at pin pointing what exactly it was that he had in his hair.... like... goo?... but not gel. She twitched a little, and rummaged under her counter for a pair of nice, clean gloves. Whatever was on that mans head, she was not about to touch it.
"Oh? Jane said that, did she?" She blinked, snapping the last glove into place menacingly, and narrowed her eyes a little. That was strange... Jane was usually quiet. One of her more tolerable clients... she hardly ever spoke, let alone complimented. "I will have to speak with her then." She finished off the sentence with a curt smile, and squeezed a good amount of shampoo into her hand.
Then, he answered her last question, and she paused once more.Cobwebs... First spider silk... then cobwebs. He was bringing up the spider issue quite a bit... Perhaps just coincidence, but still... She had the distinct feeling something was up, and narrowed her icy eyes even further. She'd be paying extra attention to this client...
"Oh, don't worry. I'll just trim it a little here and there, and I'll be extra careful with my shears." With a little more strength than she usually used, she dropped her hands to his skull, and worked the shampoo into a lather. If that goop didn't come out, she'd have to shave him bald for sure...
She couldn't help but puff up with pride a little. A compliment was a compliment, and she wasn't about to turn down a stroke to the ego. "Really? Isn't that so..." Whipping out the nice big white bib she forced people to wear, she turned it on him and winked. "We'll have to wash that hair of yours first though." With a wave of her hand, she turned and headed deeper into the back where the sinks were, squaring her shoulders as she walked.
"I'm glad your friend enjoyed my services, you really must tell me her name so I can thank her properly for spreading such a good word about me."
She paused by her washing station and pointed, blinking at him though half lidded eyes while she waited. With her shampoo and her conditioner at her side, all she needed to do was wet, scrub, and condition. Then she could cut the guys hair, and get back to her word search.
"What kid of a haircut were you thinking about getting today?" She asked, feigning a mild curiosity as she started the nozzle and tested the water out on her wrist.
... Why did her coworker sound... wary? Blinking, she set down her cup of coffee, slipped on her apron over her tank top and jeans, and pulled back the curtain hiding her from actually having to work. "It's already twelve thirty?" She issued a soft growl and slapped her word search down onto the snack table. Short, lazy steps brought her out from the back, she ran her hand across the back of her station chair as she passed, and quickly checked to make sure she had everything ready.
Then, it was on to the front counter, to drag her next fashion victim back to her lair... "... Andrew?" She asked, her eyes landing on the only possible Andrew in the room. Unless old granny Cindy over there in the corner wasn't telling her something, that is.
"If you'll follow me please?" She smiled, a painful task when only three cups of happy inducing coffee were running through her veins. The man in question was... rather... odd... looking. With an icy blink, she surveyed what kind of hair he sported, and what she could do to make it better, then turned and headed back to her station. "I've never seen you around here before, are you new to the city, or just to our little salon?"
Megan grinned, and fell into step behind the woman. "No complaints here, can we lift something spiffy? Maybe one of those cars that jerks who think they're better than everyone drive?" She had in mind a nice red sports car, maybe a corvet or something, and sighed contently. She could see that spending time with Meld was going to be fruitful.
"Spiders are as good a reason as any, more interesting than a bunch of old fossils." She blinked, grin widening when Meld repeated her pet name for the fuzzy man, and nodded her head. "So he's a goody twoshoes then? Always such a kill joy..." She glanced to where the woman pointed, blinked, and frowned for a moment before shrugging. Oh well... a rusty car was as good as a new car when it came to escaping. Hopefully it still ran though...
"Well, scratch the sports car. A tin can with wheels will do the same job I guess. Maybe the guy who owns it kicks puppies." They closed in on the car, and Megan slapped her hands above her brow to peer inside. It was dirty... the backseat was full of trash... and she could see empty soda cans scattered around on the floor. "Ew... A slob owns this trash heap. Standing straight, she tapped the window next to the door lock, pointing to its locked position. "It's locked though."
She briefly considere sending in a few spiders in order to pop the lock open, but paused. Why should she have to do any work, when there was a living, breathing can opener standing right next to her? "How do we go about getting it open? Want me to smash in a window with a rock?" She glanced about for said rock, and wrinkled her nose. Stealing things was a lot harder than she had first thought.
Dear lord... what had she gotten herself into. While clinging for dear life to what she could grab a hold of, the giant bug man set the bench down... on top of another bench. Megan deadpanned and sighed silently, shaking her head as she tried and failed at keeping herself in one place for very long. Thankfully, once his hands were free he put one up to help keep her steady. An awesome move, she really didn't want to find out what a belly flop from this height onto flat pavement felt like...
"My name?"... He had already given her his own, so it would be only fair. ‘Since when do I play fair?’ She questioned herself, and leaned over to peer into one of his giant bug eyes. “I’m Charlotte. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Under such odd circumstances, anyway… She shrugged to herself and crossed her legs, settling an arm and a hand over his own as she was carted along. Quite suddenly the man bug directed himself to a trash can, knocked it over and rummaged through the filth to pluck out a dirty, gross, disgusting piece of paper. I’m gunna barf… Curling her lips back involuntarily, she scooted away from the paper hat. “So… why are you kidnapping me? Cuz you know, there are probably way better house mates out and about in this city.” And quite honestly, if his apartment was as dirty as his apparent habits, she’d spray him with raid for the benefit of mankind...
While she waited for an answer, she found her attention drawn back to the twitching antenna… and she couldn’t help but reach out and run her fingers up the closest one slowly. They were smooth… slightly hairy… and OH GOD, what had she just done!? Megan had a mental freak out when she realized that same antenna had just been touching garbage, and wiped her hand on her pant leg.
Where was extra strength hand sanitizer when you needed it?
“Uuugh….” Blurry vision, dizziness, the feeling that she had lost her lunch somewhere in the darkness before her eyes had cracked open. Megan blinked, lifting her head from the ground as her eyes refocused, and squinted. Why were there trees and bushes all around her?... Hadn’t she been in the city just moments before? Her confusion doubled as she sat up and looked around. Not a building in sight. “What the hell?” She heard a soft moan from somewhere over her shoulder and spotted a foot poking out from a thicket of bushes not too far away. The twenty three year old narrowed her eyes, recognizing those sneakers as the ones the little punk that had lifted her purse had been wearing, and pushed herself up onto wobbly legs. “God… It feels like someone cracked me over the head real good…”
She stumbled her way over to the boy, stepping over some sort of candle along the way, then reached down and dragged him out from the bushes. Yup, same kid… He even had her purse clutched in his hand still. “Little… friggen… rrrgh!” He was knocked clean out like she had been, so there was no use trying to scream his ear off. She resisted the urge to kick the kid while he was down, and instead snatched her purse from his hands. Turning with her belongings once again in her possession, she set about finding out where the brat had taken her while pondering how this had even happened… She had been in a coffee shop, one of the few she actually liked. With a large cup o’ joe in hand, she had left, walked half way down the sidewalk, and then BAM! Some kid ran straight into her.
The boiling hot coffee she had just purchased met her chest, she had screamed bloody murder, and the kid had bolted straight away. It had only been after the ohmygodivebeenscalded feeling lessened, that she had noticed her purse missing. She could remember quite clearly uttering a few rather colorful sentences as she turned and went tearing after him. Her spiders found him quicker than she could, tucked around the corner of an alley quite a few blocks down, already in the process of rummaging through her bag. When she had finally gotten to him, he had looked up and stood, tensing like he was going to run, and she told him quite clearly to stand still while she murdered him. It had been right at that moment, when he had turned to run, that she had jumped in and managed to snag a wrist as he launched himself into a short jump… she hadn’t even noticed the candle. Then... black, and then she had woken up. She couldn’t quite remember what happened in between blacking out and now… With a scowl, she turned back to the boy, intent on shaking him into consciousness. The soft, distant sound of voices caught her attention though and distracted her from her violent mission. Megan blinked, straining her ears, and cast one last look at the kid. “Pfft, you can get eaten by bears for all I care.” With that, which fell on deaf ears, she turned and stomped her way towards the voices…
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A good thirty minutes after she had wandered away, the boy woke up. Jack groaned and brought a hand to his head. It took him a moment, but eventually everything came flooding back and he sat bolt upright like he had been struck by lightning. The woman! His eyes scanned the surrounding area quickly… no sign of her in sight.
He could feel his heart leap into his throat as he took in his surroundings. This was definitely not new York city, two days in the past. With a gulp the boy stood, and moved to where his candle was, and began a quiet, and stealthy search of the area. He couldn’t just leave the woman in the past… there was no telling what kind of trouble she could cause.
Without her around though, there wasn’t much he could do. Without many options, he could either stay and search for her himself… which could prove rather dangerous considering the current time he had landed in, or he could go back for help… Help seemed like the nicer, shinier option. Setting his candle down, he took one small jump, and was back in the present to find someone to help him…
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Megan, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. No, really… She was. The voices she had heard had belonged to a group of travelers. She had stopped then, asked directions that had made them laugh like they were on something, and they had offered to escort her to the closest village. Of course, she didn’t realize that they thought she was some girl, possibly touched in the head that had wandered away from her caretaker. One of the women in the group even offered her a dress, seeing as her clothes were apparently “strange”. Megan managed to withhold any rude comments of her own, thinking she had stumbled upon a troupe of silly role players at some medieval festival, and took the dress with a “Thank you!” After slipping behind a screen of trees, she had changed into the… outfit. Strange, odd, and any other assortment of similar words couldn’t even come close to what she thought about it. Once her head covering was on, she trotted back out and sat with the only other woman of the group, striking up a polite chat about the weather while fishing for hints at what was going.
As the cart rolled and jolted along into the village- which was much bigger than she had expected- Megan had to sort through all of the things the woman had said, and the conclusions she had come to on her own. First off, this was no where near New York, and secondly, the woman had told her about some sort of a way and a rare moment of peace. Megan was confused…. Very, very confused. “Well, thank you for the ride, uh… See you around!” With a wave, she hopped from the cart and brushed her skirts off. Exploring the town for a bit might reveal more info, and after she could head back and wake that turd child in the bushes up… Maybe he would know how to get her back once she squeezed all of the fun out of this unexpected trip.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she pouted at Maya. "You take me for such a cold hearted soul." With a sniffle, she turned her chin away and snubbed her nose into the air. After a brief pause, and the cracking open of one eye to peek at the girl, Megan dropped the act and shrugged.
"Pointing and laughing is fun I suppose..." She propped up a hand under her chin, and rolled her eyes skyward. "Then again, it might be more fun to jump in waist deep and muck about in your pain and suffering." Blinking, she dropped her eyes to the pup as it circled a bush with its toy clamped between its teeth, and wrinkled her nose.
Turning, she threw a hand in the air. "See you, Mirror Walker." And exited the stage via squealing tires, a good amount of smoke, and more than one horn blaring in the distance....
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