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.
Oh fair damsel... Heh. Another thing she had never been called before. Letting her eyes slip shut momentarily, she waltzed out into the hall. "Your right. One quick snip to the jugular and anyone will go down quickly." She demonstrated with a quick lunge of the cutters, a snap of the blades, then settled them across her shoulders again.
"I wouldn't dare to think otherwise. What I meant was until I get into trouble again. Clearly."
Megan glanced back once she was out in the hallway, one eye closed lazily, the other mightily entertained. "And who says I'd come back, now that we're even?" She questioned. S
he turned her attention back momentarily to watch where she was going, to prevent herself from falling and breaking her leg... no need for her to contradict herself so soon in the game.
While she wanted to smile and spout off a bunch of negative things about relationships, she decided to hold her tongue. It was much more fun to watch people learn life lessons on their own, rather than fill them up with things they wouldn't understand. Besides, most people had soft spots on their hearts still. They didn't share her viewpoint on the uselessness of romance. "Good for you." She states simply, and rather blandly.
A walk was mentioned, and her eyes dropped again to the useless, food consuming mongrel in front of them. It was scratching at its own ear again, head tilted to the side, tongue lolling. The cute was too much, her skin was going to start crawling....
"Thanks for your help, I guess we're even. Until one of us gets into trouble again, that is."
She blinked, slipping icy eyes her way. A thank you?... Boy, this kid was relaxed. Maybe her driving had knocked something loose... She snatched up her bolt cutters and stood, tapping the front of one shoe on the floor as she leveled her eyes on the door. "Well, since you are taking your dog for a walk anyway, you can walk me outside. Live up to that Knightly every other day name."
Her grin returned, and she hefted the tool in her hands back onto her shoulders, turning back to shine her smile Maya's way. "Oh, and don't worry about trouble. I tend to keep my nose out of most things, Cookie sales girl aside." She turned back, and headed for the door, stepping clear over a much too playful puppy on her way.
A mischievous twinkle sprouted in Megan's eyes, and she turned a sly smile Maya's way. "Oooh... you have a girlfriend? She doesn't mind the whole werewoman PMS trip?"
Her eyes left the girl, darting about in search of a picture of the girl, until the spider was once again returned to her lap. She blinked, momentarily unsure as of what to do, then bared her teeth and picked the bolt cutters up again. With one little snip, the spider lost its head- which rolled from Megan's lap and bounced across the floor. The pup took that as a throw, and went bolting after it. While it turned, jumped, trotted, and growled at the severed spider head, Megan picked up the body and set her clippers aside again.
"I'd suggest you start throwing, because eventually this toy will run out of things to cut off." She stated blankly, handing the toy to maya while watching the little beast as it tossed the spider head into the air and caught it again. Reason one why she could never own a dog: They tended to steal the spotlight. Reason two, was because her roommate would eat it, and she was completely against having to clean up the resulting mess....
"Ah, well at least she isn't one of those pure bred mutts." Wrinkling her nose, she clamped her clippers down on one of the cuffs, and snipped it clean though with one good push. The smirk that accompanied the question, or rather statement, about liking dogs and such caused her to smirk right back. "What's not to love? They slobber, pee on things, chew up bathrooms and yap throughout the night. They're Adorable, so long as they are someone Else's problem."
She waited for Maya to flex her arms, staring point blank at the pup scampering about the room. She wondered how well it would fair with a real spider clamped between those baby teeth. Fangs, venom and all.
"Yes please. I don' like wearing bling. Especially on Gawain days."
"Suit yourself. I hope you realize you're losing a good deal of possible fans though." With a dramatic sigh, she clipped the other cuff on both sides, watching as it fell to join the other. Maya's wrists were free, Megan's debt was no longer owed. She grinned, picking up a piece of the dismantled cuff as she set the clippers aside, and turned it this way and that in the light. Brownie point to the coppers for having such shiny equipment. Then, something was whining again, and a squeaky spider was dropped in her lap. The twenty three year old scowled, and tossed the cuff piece aside to pick up the drool covered spider by a leg.
With minimal effort, she tossed it across the room. "Shoo fly, don't bother me." Her gaze shifted back to Maya, and she smiled cheekily. "I hope all of our meetings are this much fun. Maybe next time I will get to buy a blow torch and break you out of prison."
She's a she. Peachy. Megan thought, her lips twitching ever so slightly at the limp-dog. Okay, so maybe it was a little more cute than the regular ones. That usually wore off with age. She watched though half lidded, unimpressed eyes as the pup scampered around the room, and disappeared under the bed. She instinctively pulled her feet up, out of the way of little- or big in this case- scratching paws, or gnawing teeth. "My parents had a dog once." She muttered, eyeballing the edge of the bed as if the canine was going to pop out and drag her under like a boogie man. "It didn't last long. A bear at it." More than a little cheerfulness creeped into her voice at the wrong time, and her non to friendly opinion of dogs could be easily spotted by searching ears.
When the beast reappeared out from under the bed with a silly spider look alike in her mouth, one that was grossly over sized, all she could do was frown and squint menacingly. Maybe if i concentrate hard enough, it will burst into flames... Her thoughts went unanswered, and Maya sat next to her on the bed, wrists extended. "When did you get the-... Angua...?" She asked, curving her lips sweetly around the name. She lifted the bolt cutters from her lap, clamped a link between the blades, and pushed on both handles until it sank clean though one side of the metal chain. The next link was cut just as quickly, and Megan smiled. A nice, polite smile.
"Would you like me to cut off the-" The god yipped, dropping the squeaky spider at Maya's feet, and dropped its front half to the floor playfully, while its bum and wagging tail remained straight up in the air. Megan didn't miss a beat, and simply continued. "-cuff part as well? Or would you like to keep them on as a new jewelry trend. I'd call it 'fugitive chic'."
Sidling into the room, she watched curiously as Maya wade her way to the bathroom where the whining was coming from. Her mind was jumping to all sorts of delicious conclusions, and when the puppy was finally shown, they all feel horribly, horribly short. It was a puppy... A cute, slobbering puppy. A scowl quickly over took her features. Megan Hated dogs.... Most of them, anyway. "That doesn't look like kidding to me."
The look on Maya's face was priceless, it made up for the fact that a mongrel had defiled her fun. "Oh look, it seems he made himself a bed.... and some chew toys. I wonder where he left you a nice little stinky present."
Settling the cutters at her side, she tapped the tips on her ankle and glared at the wee pup. It seemed young, carefree. And also appeared to like shampoo as a treat. She wrinkled her nose, and plopped down onto his bed, dropping her toy in her lap.
"Well, shall we?" With a grin, she patted the space beside her.
"Oh, you have nooooo idea." With her own smirk, she kicked away the kickstand, switched on the engine, and pulled away from the parking lot slowly.
True to her words, she made her way back peacefully... though every yellow light, cross walk, turning car, and stopped traffic-with-an-oh-so-convenient-bike-lane-RIGHT-THERE, made her eye twitch ever so slightly. There were just to many easy ways to cut the stress out of driving, and by the time she pulled back up to the mansion gate, her birdy flipping fingers were itching quite bad. Especially the one with the smiley face on it. After dismounting and rolling her scooter back into its hiding spot, she tore the silk wrapping from the bolt cutter and settled the tool across her shoulders.
The trip back into the mansion was quick as well. Doors, stairs, and a few curious students passed by without so much as a blink from the spider queen. She was on a mission! A mission that was much more important than stopping to fill her ego tank. Of course, that didn't stop her from winking at any on lookers. She stopped one outside Gawain/Maya's door, and waited patiently, quietly clacking the bolt cutters open and closed. No, she wasn't trigger happy. Not at all.
"Ready to become a free woman, Maya?" On went the grin, as well as the innocent twinkle-in-eye.
With her newest, most cherished toy under her arm, Megan exited the store feeling refreshed and full of life. And giggles. Don't forget the giggles.
Maya ducked out from under her arm, and the twenty three year old pulled a childlike pout. It was quickly over taken by a smirk though, as she sidled up to her scooter and firmly attached her toy to the side of the vehicle with a little help from some sticky silk. "Pshaw, reputations are born to be destroyed."
"Let's hope he's not too bright. Otherwise he'd start thinkin' how I put on a t-shirt with handcuffs on..."
Plopping herself back down on her scooter, she poked at the spider on her helmet. "It's actually not as hard as it sounds... see, first you have to..." She paused, and blinked, turning her eyes to Maya. "uh... Never mind. Hop on. I'll drive slower this time so you don't lose your dinner on my back."
"I don't suppose you would like to-" He paused, mid question, and stared. Megan raised an eyebrow and frowned. What? Was there something on her face? A fly perhaps? The thought of a fly caused one of her spiders to peek out excitedly from behind an earlobe. It was disappointed to find that the tasty morsel wasn't anywhere in sight. She watched for a moment more, her eyes drifting up to the captivating way the giant bug's antenna were dancing about. Then, he quite matter o' factly stated that she was apparently coming with him, and her other eyebrow shot up to join its sister.
The bug man then proceeded to rip one side of the bench she was sitting on from the ground, which sent her rolling to the other side. Then the last connecting feet were pulled from the sidewalk and the whole bench was hefted into the air. Never mind the fact that he had just defiled public property, but now he was carrying her down the street on it! For a very brief, and lovely moment Megan felt a little like Cleopatra. Being carried down a road on a nice comfortable bench... but then she remembered that it was a friggen giant cockroach carrying her. Tucking her legs up onto the seat, she laid herself flat on her stomach and dropped her head down over the edge to peer at him through half lidded eyes.
"So, uh... This would be about the right time to, you know, tell me what the hell you're doing. Preferably." Blinking, she glanced up and around. She didn't want to seem partner to any illegal actions... what with her already bad tendencies. "Also..." She started, sliding herself from the bench onto the Roaches shoulder. "Mr. Samson. I suggest you put the bench back, before you attract the attention of any ticket happy coppers." Patting the insect man's shell, she pointed to the flow of traffic, and the impending threat of a bike cop turning a corner any second.
A catty grin curved her features and she hefted a bolt cutter that require both hands into the air. "Why, of course if do." She snapped the tool shut with a sharp click, then went about measuring to make sure it wasn't to big. "This one seems to be a good fit." She muttered. She blinked, smiling pleasantly at Maya, and shook her head. "What, a sweet looking thing like you? I bet jail is the farthest thing from that guys mind right now."
Settling the cutters at her side, she rummaged though a nearby shelf, spying a few interesting contraptions of a particularly sparkly nature, then turned her attention back to the task at hand. She dropped the clunky Sawzall she had picked up, and started towards the register. "Come along little doggy, hiding behind shelves won't spare you any embarrassment when I'm involved." She cooed, pointing a merry wink Maya's way as the girl followed her.
She made it to the counter and set her clippers down. The man, who was probably in his early forties, set aside his magazine and blinked at the bolt cutters, then over at Maya and her set of nice shiny handcuffs. He scratched at his blading head under a baseball cap, and Megan cleared her throat. "We, uh, tend to get a little carried away." She muttered, forcing a light blush to creep over her cheeks. The twenty three year old threw an arm casually over Maya's shoulders and tugged the girl in for a one armed hug as the man coughed into a fist and rang them up.
With smiling eyes, she turned a lopsided smile down on Maya and hooked her helmet on her scooters handbar. "Only slightly."
She scratched at the head of the shaking spider on her shoulder, and slipped from her bike to stand next to Maya. It was a wonder, that people weren't more adventurous these days. Modern marvels allowed humans the ability to nearly fly, and a short scooter ride through the city was enough to knock one girl onto her rump. A brief clip of how she had reacted when faced with a Dino Amber came to mind... but she pointedly ignored it. Dinosaurs with sharp ferocious claws (holding a flashlight) were and entierly different subject. Eniterly.
"Well, no use sitting there." She strolled past, tossing and catching her keys as she walked. The door to the store opened with the jingling of bells, and when Megan stepped in, she spied one lonely clerk near the back flipping through a magazine. "Gotta love Twenty four hours stores..."
She waited a few moments for mirror to join her, then wandered over to where she knew the tools where and began to size up the cutters. Some were to small... others were to big. Unless Maya wanted to loose an arm as well as the cuffs. "Hey, c'mere. I need to measure."
Maya's hands were in place, her pet was snugly anchored. The mirror walker mentioned something about spiders and crashes, and Megan revved her small engine. "Oh, don't worry. Goliath just tends to stare at people. True to her words, the giant arachnid fixed it's many eyes on Maya and buckled down for the ride. It had learned through watching others fly off mid drive not to take Megan's driving lightly. "Off we go!"
The drive started off rather slowly, nothing all to exciting. She didn't speed, nor did she swerve around at all. Until she reached a main road that is, were the true traffic was located. Then she picked up the pace a bit. Merging into traffic was a breeze when you could take corners without really slowing down, and it didn't hurt to be able to squeeze into small spaces easily, or slip between cars and use the bike lane when necessary.
The trip was probably a good twenty minutes fast than normal with Megan at the steering wheel, but it was also full of much road raging, many birds being flipped in her direction and back, and and more than enough honking. When she finally spotted their destination, she squeezed herself though two lanes of traffic quickly, and pulled into the parking lot. After a stall was chosen, she shut her engine off and pulled her helmet from her head. "Here we are, you can stop hugging me now..." She lifted her arms to make it easier for the girl to disentangle herself, cuffs and all, from her person, and glanced down at her shivering spider. "Ah... poor thing. It never gets used to scooter rides."
Megan beamed. "Awesome!" She reached out and snagged the handcuffs by the chain, then quickly dragged her from the room. "By the way, femeGawain, I hope you don't get motion sickness easily..." She rushed down the hall, skip-hopped down the stairs, and flung the front door open wide- not stopping until she was outside and standing outside the gates of the school.
She fished her scooter out from inside a close by hedge, and dusted the seat off. Branches and worms, as well as one sleepy and well fed tarantula had cluttered the space, but now it was clean and ready for two rumps to occupy it. Plopping the lazy spider on her shoulder, she allowed it time to anchor itself and turned her head to her handcuffed friend. "Here she is..." She climbed on, nudging the kickstand out of the way as she turned her key and fired the small engine up.
"Hop on!" With a grin, she plopped the only helmet on her head. It would be weird, having a passenger, but fun at the same time. She did so enjoy hearing terror filled screams though. One of the only things that could make her giggle. "Er... just, hang on real tight... or loop it around my waist. Either or." She had back, waiting, and let her engine idle for a few moments.
Brushing off the reaction to her question, she turned her mind to other things. "Heh... Sweetie. Haven't been called that in a while." Actually, she hadn't been called that... ever. Her mother had always called her baby, or Meg. She hated Meg....
"I don't really have a bolt cutter..."
"What?" Megan was torn from her memories and sat up. "Every self respecting woman... or man woman in your case, had a pair of bolt cutters." She paused. "Or maybe thats just me." Probably just her. She shrugged. "Well, it doesn't matter if you don't have then, I know where to get them." Standing, she started to head toward the door, then paused and turned back to make sure she was coming.
"I even have a ride there and back." The grin she wore wasn't malicious, not even hardly...
Megan paused before the door, and swiveled back swiftly. "gender shifter? Equal time spent as both? Lucky you. What happens during 'That time of the month'?" She marched back over and plopped beside her on the bed, curling her legs up to her chest as she was informed of what had happened.
"Ooh, fighting in public. So your a street brawler now?" With a chuckle, she wiggled her toes in her slip on shoes, and blinked innocently. "Who, me? Why wouldn't they let me in?" Innocent was so very hard to portray...
"Pest control? No, why? Do you have any little pests running about that need eradicated?" Her definition of pest and his/hers probably differed greatly. Her grin shrank into a sickly sweet smile, and she leaned over to casually peer at the handcuffs. "Well, your in luck. I'd say a bolt cutter would free you right up. Quickly too."
