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.
Listening to the options provided, she knew which one she was going to pick... With a shallow gulp, three fingers sprang into the air and she grinned at the woman. "Three is it!" Between the soft threats of death, and the fact that she was apperantly not as good at acting as she had hoped, all she really wanted was to grab her spider and head home... far far away from the scary lady with the tail, and the man who could probably hand her her own ass in a battle of wits. "I never would have guessed I'd meet a fellow spider enthusiast!..." She glance about at her surroundings quickly, "...er...well, normally I wouldn't...but...seeing as this is a... er... yeah...I'm just going to shut up now." Her features deadpanned and with a sniffle she turned back to face the cage behind her. The fuzzy one spoke again... and Megan felt a smile curl her lips. Not any normal smile, mind you... a 'Megan only!' smile...which was all sorts of ugly in itself. Pride filled and more than a little ignorant. "Actually, I did intend to take the spider..."
Tilting her head, she pressed her hands to the front of the cage and peered inside. It was rather odd that the creature hadn't so much as twitched since she had first spotted it... but, it also wasn't entirely out of character for the small creature. Orb weavers could sit still for hours until a bird flew into it's web, then it was dinner time.... His little comment about them being common forced her eyes to shoot back to him. "Yes, they are common... but not for me. It's not like you can find these guys crawling about out in the park or anything..." She resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him and turned to call for her babies. One short whistle later, and the four creepy crawlies she had staked around as her eyes and ears crawled back from various places within the room they had been hiding.
"It's not everyday I'm presented the chance to learn how to make an Orb weaver... Isn't that right baby?" She cooed- adopting that annoying baby talk tone new mothers always insisted on drowning their kids with- to no one in particular until her shoulder length hair parted slightly, allowing a small Black Widow to creep up her neck and rest on her cheek. She nuzzled it with her fingers affectionately, before glancing back to meld. "So your names Meld huh?... I'm Megan, Nice to meet'cha." Then, empty blue eyes landed on Mr. business suit again. "What about you? I can't very well go around calling you Mr. Fuzzybum now can I?" Blinking she flicked her eyes in his direction and two of her blue eyed spider-lings skittered his way to investigate. Honestly, she wasn't all that useful in a fight against a guy...fuzzybum or not, nor would she really stand a chance if the femTerminator decided not to steal the spider. In the event of fists- or tails- flying, she intended to drop, roll, and take cover behind whatever presented itself as possible shelter.... maybe even steal the spider and sneak out amidst the chaos... maybe.
The robot spoke. Why was a spider so important? Well, aside from the fact that it was one of, if not the most, venomous spiders in the world- it was also one of the most aggressive. Having such a little sweetheart in her arsenal of spider blueprints would be quite a trophy... unfortunately she had never actually come across one. The room around them was filled with every day, less death inducing arachnids. Black widows, brown widows, tarantulas... the lazy behemoths, and an assortment of other common spiders. Her eyes traveled back to the case beside her, where her beautiful Orb weaver was only an arms length away.
“Spiders are very important, actually. Not only do they keep down the populations of many a harmful insects pests around the world-“ and annoying humans “-but did you know that some species of Arachnids happen to hold a sentience level akin too your average garden variety canine?” Smirking, she sent out a silent ‘be ready’ command to her eight legged soldiers. If she needed to prove anything, she could always ‘find’ one of them and have it roll over a few times and maybe beg a little. That had always seemed to get the crowds back home excited... “Besides, Spiders are very interesting creatures. They need to be preserved and protected.” With a nod, she finished off her thoughts and shifted her weight from one leg to the other.
Then, the fuzzy one spoke... Megan swiveled her head his way, eyes curious. He dropped a name, and an excuse for her to be there. Was it a set up perchance? Did he think her stupid enough to take the bait? Her eyes narrowed briefly, before a grin flashed across her face. Her chaos addicted, trouble making side jumped on the offer- Yes.. she was indeed Ms. Sorkin- or at least she could be.
“Sorry, But I just couldn’t stand aside and let strangers trample all over these poor, misunderstood creatures. On top of that, do you know how hard it is to get a hold of some of these types of spiders? We would stand to lose a great deal of money if one or two got away...” Her eyes rose, fixating on the ceiling, and she stroked her chin in thought. “... and just think of all the lawsuits...” With a shrug, Megan tucked her screw driver under the edge of the Plexiglas cage and stepped away, crossing her arms over her chest. Blue eyes landed once again on the other in the room, the ‘terrible monster’ as Mr. Davids had called her. “I must say, however, I hardly think it is fair to call this young woman over here such a name. She seems perfectly fine to me. A bit frank, perhaps, but polite and well mannered.” Her eyes shot back to him, eyebrows raised in mock curiosity.
“Is it because she is different, that you refer to her in such a way? If so, Mr. Davids, I must say I am quite disappointed.”
Ah... so she wasn't one of the talkie types... How disappointing... Megan blinked, and frowned on the inside... and now she kind of actually wanted to talk. How ironic. After a few moments of silence, she finished her latest foil, and scratched at the back of her leg with a foot. God... why were her legs so itchy?... and her neck as well. What the hell? Blue eyes dropped to stare at the back of Lenna's head as Megan sent a silent command to her hidden babies to 'stop freakin moving around'. The spiders hidden in her pant legs and her hair seemed to be in edge... unrelenting in their wiggling. One of her eyes twitched, and she adopted her wax smile once more. "How bout something to drink? Coffee maybe?" She waited for the woman's response, then turned on her heel and made haste to the back room. Once she was safely behind closed doors, she commenced in preparing the drinks, and hissed venomously at her spider-lings. "Will you all calm the hell down?" Two full paper cups later, and her spiders had settled again. What ever had riled them up had passed. With a smirk, she headed back out to her station.
Once she had made it back to awaiting Lenna, she handed the second cup over quickly and took a careful sip of her own hot coffee. It was just as her lips met the rim of the paper cup that her babies decoded to leap into action again. They scrambled out from the safety of her pant legs, and from behind her hair, and vanished across the floor into the shadows scattered about the room. Megan coughed, shooting a glance around her in case anyone had spotted them, before turning a grimace and a glimpse of a smile Lenna's way in the mirror. "eheh.... Hot." She muttered, pointing at her drink before the cup was deposited on the tray next to her. As she resumed foiling Lenna's hair, she glanced around carefully, not worrying about the task at hand as she could do the job with her arms tied behind her back and blindfolded if needed.
That's repetition for you... Her eyes landed on a dark form crawling up the wall behind her and she narrowed them dangerously. A silent command for the spider to return to the shadows was sent out... and promptly ignored. All she received was a pair or blue eyes foucused on her, a spider like head tilt, and the spider continued its path up towards the ceiling. Megan's teeth ground together sharply and she plastered a fake smile over a scowl, nearly snapping the thin brush in her hand in two as she glared in the mirror at her own flesh and blood making a beeline up the wall. ..why...you.. little...! The rest of Lenna's foils were completed stiffly. She set a small egg timer on her tray, and took up an empty seat next to her station, eyes still alert for the rest of her brood.... "Gotta wait fifteen minutes, would you like a magazine to read?" No harm in asking, seeing as she was already reaching for a stack on the counter behind her to alleviate her own anxiousness.
Oh... So she was going to be one of those talky types... The introduction always led to whining or moaning, or blathering on about that person's day. Megan inwardly cringed, preparing her ears for yet another assault akin to 'Poopsie can do so many tricks it one me- I mean her, eight awards!' Groan. Gag. Someone stab me in the eye with a spoon. "Megan; Pleased to meet you." Turning, she scooped up a tray from behind her, maneuvered it into a comfortable position at her side, before she rushed off to collect a lovely brown color. A few moments later Megan returned, a bowl of dye in one hand, brushes and tin foil in the other, and set to work on the mass of hair she was provided. One dip of the brush, one swipe of the brush, and the first foil went in. She noticed quite a few split ends... This hair hadn't been snipped in a while.
"Any exciting reason you're getting spruced up today?" Polite barber talk, it came with the job. She could recall quite easily having to sit through many a 'role play' with her boss when she had first started, to make sure she was a people person. Fie on people persons. All they did was effectively give the rest of the population headaches. She slapped on another three foils by the time her thoughts turned back towards the present. She glanced at the woman in her chair briefly, before dropping her eyes back to her work. Lenna had one of those faces, sweet and innocent looking... and yet at the same time those lips of hers could be hiding a nice set of razor sharp chompers. Megan smirked inwardly to herself, and bent the foil edges in around her latest swipe of dye.
Footsteps entering the room told her that her pet had indeed, been right. Aggravatingly right. Megan ground her teeth together, torn between pulling the 'Oh god I'm dying, someone please help me' facade again and continuing on with her work. She decided, on the off chance that it was museum security, to snatch her compact out of her back pocket and peek around the corner with the mirror to see who it was. The sight that greeted her was not what she expected. First off- there was a f#*@ing ROBOT in the room with her, and secondly, since when did museums start employing cyborgs as security?! The blue eyed girl experienced a silent freak out- imaging all of the horrible things that tail-... thing could do to a poor, helpless thief. By her side, one of her scout spiders returned- prodding at her shaking hand with its front feet. Megan turned her head, her mind still reeling on what to do, before she turned her head and glanced down at the small blue eyed creature. "What?!" She hissed quietly, much to distressed to play spider games at the moment. It warned her of another approaching, and Megan groaned aloud.
Well... If the jig was up, she might as well go out with a bang, right? The 'other' that her pet had been speaking of entered the room- the kind of fellow that looked like he had business to do, things to get done. A real snazzy type. He took one look at the robot woman, and had a sort of hissy fit. Threw his arms in the air and huffed and all that jazz. Apparently they were familiar with one another, the male and the robot, from the way he shouted 'What are you doing here' at her. Still in her squatted position behind the spider case, Megan once again weighed her options. She could remain sitting, and simply try to pry apart the cage from behind... or, she could stand- maker herself known, try to catch a side(preferably with scary cyborg lady) and watch the drama unfold... What to choose, what to choose. After a moment- once the air was clear of the frustrated mans words, She stood quickly and secured her screwdriver in one hand as she turned and leaned against the Orb weaver cage. Behind the shield of the cage and her body she set to work unscrewing the hinges the held the back plane of Plexiglas in place.
"Well... I don't supposed either of you would know where the Australian Funnel web went to, do you? Silly thing seems to have gotten out of its tank..." She pouted slightly, and the first of four hinges came unscrewed and dangled limply from the back of the cage. Her eyes shifted briefly to her side, before flitting back across the room and its occupants. "Oh, but don't mind little ol' me.... I'll just keep an eye out for it from over here..." Hopefully the grin she shot them came across as pleasant and honest, rather than desperate and full of lies. She could probably outrun the guy, if all else failed, but the terminator over there... There was no chance. Absently, she wondered where on earth the woman kept her missiles....
It was funny, really. How quickly her moment of peace ended when her boss, Stephanie, sauntered into the back with her hands on her hips and practically ordered Megan back to the front. The spider fiend blinked, her arms full of supplies, and smiled curtly at the older and much less attractive woman. “Of course Steph, right away...” Her boss turned on her heel and left, and the smile dropped from Megan’s lips like a skydiver with a bad parachute would fall through the sky. She grumbled aloud, finishing off the rest of her coffee, before she gathered the rest of her things and made her way back to her station. After a few brief moments of setting everything down, and dusting her chair off, she adjusted her apron, wiped off the dust from her jeans, and made her way out to the front desk to pick out her next lucky victim, er... customer...
What greeted her eyes, was another old woman with curly, decrepit looking hair sitting off in the corner and a younger woman who looked like she took rather good care of herself. “I’m guessing you’re my Two thirty?” She asked, pointedly ignoring the gaze of the woman much closer to deaths door step. Please, please, please, be my two thirty...”Right this way, Miss.” She didn’t wait to find out what the answer to her question was... Instead she turned and headed back to her station, simply expecting that the woman would follow. Her nice clean apron was tugged in place around the woman’s shoulders- she was thankful that it ended up being the younger of the too, and she snapped it in place before resting her hands on the back of her salon chair. “Your card said a cut and a dye job, anything special you want done today?” A smile, fake as it may be, made its way to her lips once again and she locked eyes with the woman in front of her with help from her mirror.
It was a rather slow day at Curl up 'N Dye, her current and favorite place of employment, what with many of the regular customers having had come in the day or so before... but that didn't mean it was an easy day- not by a long shot. The atmosphere couldn't save her today. Nope. All of the neon lights, personalized paintings that decorated the walls, posh cushy furniture, nor even the relatively good music that was constantly spewing out of the speakers over head had any positive effect on Megan. At least not while that withered old lump of flesh and bones sat jabbering away in front of her at least...
Her ears were bleeding... they just had to be. Blue eyes rolled towards the sky as she raked her comb through her customers hair again. The woman was absolutely adamant about explaining her 'Prized toy poodle, Nipsy' who had apperantly won a tournament somewhere. "Is that so?" Megan drawled, dragging out her scissors to trim the ends of the woman's decaying hair. "I never would have known that poodles could jump that high, do go on...." Her words seemed to please the woman, who happily launched into the inner workings of how she had trained Nipsy... who was called so because of her habit of lunging at peoples throats. Nodding, she finished snip snip snipping, and brought out the heavy guns- a blow dryer, to finish the job.
A few moments later, the woman left- with a hairdo that would look absolutely fitting on her toy pup. Megan pocket her tip, muttering about how poodle lady was a cheap old bag, and turned to see who was next on her appointment list for the day. She paused, arching an eyebrow when she spotted it. A two thirty appointment? Squinting, she turned a lazy glare and a scowl to the new girl up at the front desk. She would have to remind the girl, that she liked to have any and all appointments booked by the hour, not at half hours. Now her in-between-appointments-break was dashed. Shot right outta the sky. Kaplooy. With a sigh, and a few more grumbles, she trudged off to the backroom to gather new supplies and catch a quick up of coffee, before she was forced to return to the floor and take up her scissors once more.
Two more body's left the room... that left her with an older couple, a few brats, and some guy close to her own age, who was wearing waaaay to much cologne. Turning back to the glorious prize before her, she set about crossing the room, to inspect how the lock on that damned case was fashion. On the way, she urged a hand full of spiders to exit stage left from her coat. The small black bodies of jumping spiders and black widows alike skittered away towards the darkness under the showcases. Before she reached the Orb weaver, she could already hear the woman attached to the older couple wailing in fright as three of her little beauties climbed their way up her legs. A a pleased smirk curled her lips and both of the old bags left, followed quickly by the younger bodies in the room, who were chattering insistently about loose spiders being a danger. That left the other male... who seemed more intent on finding where the spiders had escaped from, rather than running away with his hackles raised. Megan frowned. Mr. smelly would hopefully be her main problem then.... Until others came to investigate the bug problem that is.
"Well, I guess that leaves just the two of us..."
The young man glanced up to her, a faint smile on his lips, "I suppose so, would you mind helping me figure out where those little buggers came from?" She spotted a small badge on the front of his shirt, and cursed silently. He worked here.... Bad Mojo. Summoning a widow to her hand, she clenched her fist, and ordered it to bite. Moments after the spiders fangs went in, she dropped to the ground and belted out a short screech, bringing her hand up to send the spider flying his way. "One Bit me!" Her eyes welled up, ever the drama queen, and she held her injured hand and rocked herself back and forth. "Go get help! Quickly! I don't want to DIE!" The man fidgeted for a moment, unsure of what to do, before he padded at his belt and realized he didn't have his radio. "Ack! I'll be right back, put pressure on the hand and don't move!" He whisked himself away, and Megan grinned. "Sucker." The girl stood swiftly, calling her spiders back to her, and dove into her pocket to withdraw the screw driver she had brought with her. Her pets skittered up her legs and took shelter in her jacket once more, as she set to work on opening the display- but then, one of them brought bad news. Megan squinted, and craned her neck to look behind her. "What do you mean someone's coming? That guy barely just-" She could hear footsteps echoing in the hall, and dove behind the Orb weaver display to hide. Time to work up those tears again...
‘SPIDERS: LIVE!’ The title had stated in bold, ‘Over fifty different types of arachnids!’ It had continued on. Of course, she had been drawn to the article immediately. Like a moth to a flame. A vast collection of living spiders spiked her interest quite a bit, but it was the small vague paragraph at the bottom that caught her attention and would ultimately force her to drive to the museum and buy a ticket. You see, it’s not everyday she would have the chance to see a living Golden Orb Weaver, the object of her most current obsession, which happened to be one of the main attractions at the spider exhibit. Of course, for someone like Megan simply staring at the spider wouldn’t be enough. No, the spider enthusiast intended to take the orb weaver. She WANTED it, NEEDED it, and WOULD have it. It was just a matter of getting in and then getting back out again... with said spider in tow.
With that plan in mind, she had hopped onto her scooter and headed out. A few aggravating red lights and a three mile walk from her parking spot to the Museum later, Megan was finally able to pass through the buildings revolving doors. What awaited her inside, other than an eye full of past president what’s-his-face doing a whole bunch of unimportant things, was a line. A dreaded, cursed line. Hefting a heavy sigh, she scuttled into the shortest line and waited.... and waited... and waited. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she had her ticket and was on her way. Megan made haste to the elevator- for her spider awaited her on the third floor above. While waiting, alone in the elevator save herself, her spiders, and the infuriating elevator music, she went over the plan once more. “Get in, grab the spider, get out. Easy enough right?” She received no reply, obviously. “Simple and easy. Nooo problems at all. Yeah.”
The air about her remained silent, the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. She stepped out into the hall, eyeballing both directions to see how busy the floor was- and grinned. It was near empty, save a few strolling souls. Guess coming during lunch on a weekday had been a stroke of luck, hadn’t it? She nodded to herself and headed off to the left, following small sign at the end of the hallway that pointed the direction to go. “Alright, you guys know the plan..” Her hair shifted slightly as she walked, wriggling as four dark jumping spiders descended from behind her ears and crawled down her shoulders. “Keep an eye out for employees and annoying kids. As soon as I have her, we’re outta here, got it?” Silence of course answered her, and the spiders hopped from her raised arms and scuttled off quickly in different directions. After sweeping the area with one more careful, searching gaze, she hurried into the room that housed the spider exhibit and stopped dead in her tracks just inside the door.
A few stragglers remained, casually poking about- peering into cages and mumbling to each other about how gross the bugs were or how fascinating they were, but it was the large Plexiglas cage at the back of the room that had her full attention. Within, sitting clam and serenely in the middle of its web sat her prize... and oh, how it was beautiful. A golden yellow in color with hints of orange and green- just big enough to eat a bird. Long needle like legs... She needed it... no, it was more than that. She HAD to have it. Her eyes shifted about once more, taking in the few people in the room with her. They... would be a problem...
an.... Adapted?! oh geez... *prepares Andrea for the possible surprise of her life*
