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?
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Megan ignored the comment about death because, well, she said stuff like that all the time. She continued fiddling with the phone, pressing a finger on it and waiting. That finger didn't work, she tried another. The third finger in, because of course, and she was in. The whole screen lit up with a surprising amount of bright. Kinda stung her eyes for just a moment while they refocused.
What greeted her was a virtual rainbow of different icons. She assumed they were folders or links, same as she would see on her computer at home. Was this a very small compact computer? Sure seemed like it. She glanced up occasionally as the other woman fiddled with her phone, which looked pretty similar from where she stood.
Megan paused with the fiddling of her phone to listen as best she could over the voices in her head. "...Yeah, sounds pretty valid." She started, glancing back the way they had come. "My Name's Megan."
She scrolled across something labeled 'maps' and could hazard a guess at what it did. A search bar popped up as well as a bunchof other options she ignored. She started typing on 'Hotel' and blinked when the search bar filled out the rest of the text for her.
'Hotels near me'
... Well, okay. That was neat. She tapped a button offering directions.
She was not expecting the goddamn thing to start talking to her out of the blue.
Continue straight for... thirty feet... and then take a left in... thirty feet.
Megan blinked at it, then blinked at the other woman before shrugging. "Guess it found us a hotel to hide out in and make a plan." She started walking, holding the phone in front of her with one hand while she rubbed at her abused nose with the other.
She found it funny that other than being surrounded by giant towering buildings, some of the green spaces reminded her of home. It was bigger still, than her small town park, but the feeling was the same.
Megan was feeling a bit more like herself on this particular day, all glitzed up and in her normal clothes. She had gone without her usual dark swoop of black liner, and complimentary shade for too many days. She was feeling like her young self again, she supposed.
She had slipped on one of the brand new dresses she had just acquired that suited her current taste in fashion. A black babydoll dress with faded printed skulls patterned across the chiffon upper layers. It was just a tad to short for what the weather called for, but she had quickly remedied that by pulling on a pair of fleece lines black thigh highs and some cute winter boots. A cozy looking sweater finished off the look, keeping her classy and warm at the same time. She was in the process of combing her hair back and slipping her headband back on.
She breathed out a little huff, watching the fog from it float away and dissipate.
At least she felt pit together on the outside. She couldn't do @#$% for her insides.
Leaning against the railing that separated her from the short gravel beach that led into lake water, she glared out impassively at the choppy water. She was hungry, but unwilling to try and eat any more things until she got her stomach under control. The last few meals had turned into fits of sickness that left her feeling like she was gonna die.
There was also this feeling of something growing in the pit of her stomach that she didn't understand. It left her feeling wary, and also a bit giddy. She wasn't sure what to make of it.
With another sigh, the teen straightened and stretched, turning around to lean on the railing backwards and stare off into the park.
Posted by Megan on Jan 3, 2020 4:15:32 GMT -6
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Other chick wanted to hoof it, and so would she. Even with the pain and confusion distracting her, she hand managed to hear that little comment from the other girl about why she was in a skirt.
There was a growing puddle of dread pooling in her stomach.
She followed after the other woman swiftly, wondering why her boots felt a little too big and adjusting the studded belt around her hips to keep them from drooping.
"I... I don't know. I don't know where I am right now." Trying to stave off growing internal panic, she reached back to what felt like a brick in her back pocket and withdrew whatever it was. A phone?
...It looked like no phone she had ever seen.
There was no flip function. No buttons. Just a black shiny surface and a nondescript rubber backing. She turned it in her hand and the screen suddenly lit up in a flash of color.
She damn near dropped it in surprise!
"What the hell!"
What kind of technology was this?!
Poking the screen experimentally earned her a prompt to enter a password or scan a finger print. "@#$%in' finger prints??"
She caught sight of a little weather widget floating in one corner of the screen and her eyes bugged a little as she stumbled to a stop.
"This thing says New York!" She tried to keep her voice level, but a little warble in her tone and the expression on her face was probably enough of a tell. She was freaking the @#$% out. The tall buildings surrounding them were enough of a give away to her.
Her lips snapped shut at the time out signal and she immediately feel quiet, watching him and waiting. He belted out a few questions back at her and a pinched uncomfortable expression settled on her face.
"I...er... don't know?" She reached into one of the pockets of her pretty yellow sundress and pulled out the old black leather wallet she had found on her person a while back. Flipping it open she wriggled out the old drivers license, which she was pretty sure was fake, and flipped it around to show him. "I have this, which I woke up with. The address leads to some old beaten down apartment with a giant dead bug inside. It was real gross." Thinking about it made her skin crawl.
"The last thing that I remember before I woke up here in this city was going out with some friends to a dance, and being on the drive home. Everything else is... fuzzy?" She straight up laughed at the idea of an alternate dimension. Things like that weren't real, after all.
"The ID does kinda look like me a little, but the face is off slightly. Like, if it is me I had some serious work done at some point.. and why would I do that? I'm @#$%ing gorgeous already." Snootily, she flipped her perfectly straight, dark hair back over one shoulder.
"I came here because I found the address in the phone that was on me and none of the numbers seemed to go anywhere, and I really need to figure out why I seem to have been blasted into the future."
...Okay, so saying all that out loud possibly made it a little easier to believe in alternate universes.
She scratched at the side of the bridge of her nose, where her skin was still a little red from her previous bar fight a few days earlier.
"... Sorry for running from you, but I kinda snuck in to snoop around and I really didn't want to get caught trespassing and have to deal with cops."
Her pretty blue eyes nearly popped out of her damn head.
The teen gaped at the man for a moment after he imparted, well.. pretty much what she has been looking for, directly on her.
"No way. I-.... me?" She turned and walked in a full circle, and then advanced on him.
"That is my name." She started, looking very much like she wanted to poke him in the chest with a perfectly polished finger, and yet hesitant to. "We were-? She looked him up and down and her lip curled in an oh so typical fashion.
"They just throw girls and boys together here? Sounds like hanky-panky to me." She tapped her chin a few times while her gaze bounced around, thinking.
"SO i'm a spider mutant...? Ew. Guess that explains a few things though."
She all but ignored his last question, deeming it not important at the moment. All too soon she was trying to invade the mirror walkers personal space again with an expression that wanted answers.
"What was I like? Older I mean. I looked like a total bitch. Was I?"
Someone was talking at her, which was a helluva lot better than throwing fists at her.
Around that same time the tank ran out of fire smothering fog to spray.
Leave? Hell yes! She had never appreciates those words all strung together so much before. "Don't have to tell me twice!"
Someone sprang up from behind to engage her. She jerk-reaction swung the empty tank into his head. "Out the back!" She shouted back, equally as urgent.
Two swinging doors that led into the kitchen burst open as Megan hurried inside. No one was in the kitchen at first glance, but she could see the green glow of an exit sign through the water and slight fog. Figuring that the other girl would be right on her heels, she made a beeline for it.
The heavy metal back exit door burst open from her swinging it with force, and she was finally out in the cold air.
Megan took a few steps away and leaned over to prop herself up with her hands on her knees. She coughed and snorted, and a gooey, long bob of coagulated blood oozed from he nose.
"@#$%..." Reaching up, she could feel that the skin on the left side of her nose was cut, and everything around it was throbbing and sore. She spit out another blob of blood before standing back up and starting to peel of the soaked coat from her shoulders.
"What the hell am I wearing..." Maybe she had a concussion. She didn't remember owning an outfit like this at all.
The metal knuckles fell from he pocket as she shook the coat out and she stared at them.
"..What are-? H-hey you! What was going on in there? I... I don't-"
The words lodged themselves in her throat as she turned to look at the girl, trying to make sense of the mess she had found herself in. "Rrgh!" A hand flew up to press a bloody palm into her eye. She was struck with sudden flashes of things.
Sprinklers.. Dim lights and smoke..
Blue and red and white. Pulsing.
"I.. I think the cops are here."
Right on cue, sirens pierced the air from the other side of the building, cutting through the shouting and screaming still ongoing over-there.
She was pleased with his acceptance. "I had a handful of buyers for a while, but wanted to get out of the big business aspect of it all and focus a little more on smaller businesses. Too stressful, ya know?"
Never mind the fact that those 'Big Businesses' had expressed their unhappiness with her ending her contracts with them by putting out hits on her name. Who would wanna walk away from that??
"I've reached a point in my life where flying out to be a part of multiple meetings every week is just.. exhausting. I'm looking for a more relaxed environment to peddle my wares in."
She was giggling under her breath because she thought she had really showed him whatfor, Megan was not at all prepared for someone physically snagging her by her collar and yanking her back in.
"What th-"
Except, instead of being reeled back in and landing in her but in the bedroom, she was... somewhere new?
More than a little startled and maybe just a teensey bit frightened. It also didn't help that the newly discovered connection she had to her spiders was suddenly cut off.
The sudden silence in her head was almost as terrifying as having been caught and... kidnapped? Did this count?
"Where.. what-?" She finally looked toward window face and frowned. "....Well, what do you wanna talk about I guess?"
Megan frowned, trying once more to kick on that thing her eyes did every now and then that let her see what her spiders were seeing.
It didn't work. She still couldn't figure out how to get it to work on command.
"And who's this other Megan you mentioned?" Maybe it was the one she seemed to have the ID of, among other worldly possessions.
Her @$#%#in nose hurt. Past the dark tinge on the edge of her vision and the sparkling little stars of light she was seeing, she could feet pain and and around her face. And PEOPLE KEPT STEPPING ON HER.
Someone tripped, landing sprawled half across her as their aggressor jump down after them. Megan curled up to avoid an elbow to the face, before throwing out one of her own and landing a hit in someones ribs.
The pain started to recede and she kicked and slapped her way to her feet. There was a war going on around her... but as the flashing lights from a possible brain injury started to fade... she found that she was hearing things. Not crazy angry bar patron things either... little things chattering between her ears. In her head.
In her head!
And then her eyes started acting funny and she was suddenly blind for a moment. Then she was seeing absolute chaos from a different angle.
And then another.
Orange. Someone screaming amid a bunch of other people screaming. Was that fire?! She was suddenly very very sick and promptly lost her lunch right one someone's shoes.
She was save from being punched again because someone else barreled into the guy she had puked on.
She stumbled back, being tussled around from every angle until she hit the bar with her back.
Confused, slightly frightened, and very dizzy Megan hauled ass over that bar as fast as possible.
There was a toddler swaddled in a too-big apron and clothes wailing on the other side with a teenage looking girl in a waitress uniform trying to comfort him.
Her eyes landed on a wall mounted fire extinguisher and she staggered back to her feet.
If it didn't calm down the massive fight, at the very least it would put out the damned fires!
BEEP BEEP BEEP....[/b]BEEP BEEP BEEP[/b]
A shrill alarm started beeping away and lights at the exits started flashing.
Megan let loose a cannon of extinguisher fog just as the sprinklers overhear kicked on and drenched everyone beneath them.
There was a muffled 'Yes, seriously!' from within the room.
Megan turned back from the door with a smirk on her face, thinking she had just showed that due what-for, when she came face to face with his reflection staring back at her with a grumpy as sh*t look on his from the window.
"Holysh*t!"
She stared at him mutely for a moment while she considered her options, while he laid into her with a warning. She jumped slightly when he dropped her name, brows furrowing at the 'are you related' bit. She WAS Megan, unless it was a different Megan than she was used to.
Still, even if her curiosity was peaked, she didn't like people telling her what to do.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's most annoying of them all? Here's a hint... It's you!" Leaning forward, she pecked the window with a chase kiss and an exaggerated 'MMMWAHH' before moving to pop it open and make her escape.
Megan relaxed back into her cushion. "Parker? Oh, lord no. I grow them from my skin, but one that size would literally kill me. I can make them up to the size of your average tarantula at best unless I wanna be bedridden for a few weeks." She took a sip of her coffee.
"Parker was a pet of a friend. Some other mutant made him a few years ago I think. He came to live with me when my friend left town since I have better than average knowledge of how to keep them healthy." Ah, Nate. That bastard. She wondered what he was up to these days.
"Anyway... I only brought it up since my mutation allows me to make the parts that I need in order to make the silk. I can crank out a hundred yards of this stuff over a weekend, whereas most of my competitors take weeks to gather up all the silk needed for a few sheets. Some people are just a bit weirded out by the spider bits, though so I like to give warnings."
Posted by Megan on Dec 5, 2019 23:57:47 GMT -6
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She was watching as the blonde woman who had been following her shouted, but took it the wrong way at first. Leave her alone? Leave the touchy feely woman who was still waaay to far into her comfort zone alone? What? Her expression said just as much. Then, because nothing ever went how she planned at all, comfort zone lady was... gone. Just gone.
Half turning with a very surprised look on her face, she caught the tail end of her crashing into the music maker.
What?
Absently, as her feminine stalker stalked across the floor toward the touchy feely creep, Megan wondered if it was too late to just leave again and let all this drama play out without her.
Fate was quick to decide 'Nah' for her and Mrs. Creep pulled what looked like an honest to goodness grenade from her purse and trie to hurl it at the angry blond.
Whelp.
She jumped into action at first trying to get to the grenade as quickly as possible before it could explode in the middle of the bar, but, again, since nothing ever went smoothly for her it instead seemingly bounced mid-air up toward the ceiling and the spider making mutant had to skid to a halt and re-direct herself back toward it.
She knew that doc was always going on about caring for herself and whatnot, but to be honest she still hadn't fully kicked the habit of attempting to throw her life away. So, when presented with the opportunity to possibly use herself as a meat shield to prevent other unnecessary deaths, she was already reaching to grab the supposed bomb before her brain had fully grasped the idea that she was seriously about to die.
"Everybody RU-" Instead of exploding like she had expected, it erupted into streams of white gas. One stream was nice enough to hit her directly in the face. Megan dropped the thing and started hacking up a lung. What was it, poison? She could handle poison.
Things started tilting funny and her vision was getting blurry. A nerve agent? She... didn't know if she could handle that.
Darkness started creeping in while she stumbled around blindly, only mildly panicking all things considered.
And then, nothing.
When she opened her eyed next it was due to someone literally walking all over her. The sounds of an ongoing fight and panic raged all around, but first she focused on the shoe embedded in her stomach. "O-off! Get off!" She was able to dislodge the offending foot from her person, and scrambled to her feet to avoid being stepped on again.
Things were muddy, and she was still coming too, but immediately two things were obvious to her.
1. None of her clothes fit, as evident when she tripped over her own pants trying to fall down. And...
2. She was in the grossest, nastiest bar she had ever seen. Were those peanut shells on the ground?!\
And then someone punched her directly in the face and the confused teenager landed smack back on the ground from where she had come.
Aw, @#%$ the last one she'd barged in on was coming after her.
Megan might have looked back for a split second before putting a little more pep in her step. She certainly wasn't gonna stop for some kid.
Though, on second glance, it might not have been a kid. This one had a beard. Unless there was a beard manipulating student going to the school she seriously doubted he was a student. Refusing to stop walking, she spotted a different door coming up and prayed to all the gods and devils that it was unlocked. "Sorry again! Wrong door, this ones mine!" She peppered in some of her best fake cheer bull@#&* and waved her hand like she was shooing the guy away.
Someone blessed her, because when she turned the doorknob it was unlocked. She wasted no time in slamming the thing shut again and locking it, before turning to scope out her escape room. It looked unused, or at the very least cleaner than some of the others. There were holes in the walls though like something had been punted into them repeatedly, and smelled ever so slightly like old socks.
Bless her little black heart though, there was a window! She scurried on over to struggle the window open, thinking she'd the seen the last of the dude following her, and that she'd have an easy escape back outside.
A lone figure headed down an empty hallway, fingers trailing along the wall as she went. She was exploring a new place, a place she had the address of tucked away in her phone for some reason. Or, she thought it was her phone. Even though she and the older woman who sorta looked like her if you squinted just right shared a name, she still wasn't entirely convinced. After waking up in that bar, from what she assumed was a blackout, she had set about figuring out where she was and how she had gotten here.
She was at a dead end so far with few leads.
The school, which was basically a mansion from what she could tell, was full of other mutant kids from what she had seen. When she had shown up, she certainly hadn't expected that.
How had she gotten in the school in the first place, you ask? It was a long story that she didn't feel like getting back into, but part of her sundress was singed a little and she had never before encountered a school with literal pitfalls before... so there was that.
Her curiosity was peaked, but since she had decided to avoid checking in at the gate, she tried to avoid anyone who looked like they were in charge for the most part. A few kids had run past; she got the feeling classes were currently on-going- and she had maybe slightly gotten lost after walking for a bit. How the hell was she supposed to get back outside? Climb back down out the window? No thank you, not again. She was sure she had flashed her unmentionables at the very least at a few students in passing before she had been able to heft herself through the windowsill.
"No sense asking you guys." She muttered, speaking to the little trail of spiders who had been following her the whole day. "Can't even follow directions properly. What good are you?"
Stopping by a random door she gripped the handle and flung it open to see if it was a way out. Inside, the startled person she had interrupted in the middle of getting dressed reacted as you would expect and she slammed the door shut again with a quick "Oops! Sorry!" and hurried along on her way down the hall.
None of the other doors she had tried led anywhere different, either. Just bedrooms and closets! Argh!
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One arachnid is sent to take up station by the entrance to the bar. She checks back in with it briefly before turning her focus back forward. The place seemed a little higher tier than she was used to these days... she tended to favor places where people wouldn't even spare her a glance, and the bartenders had conveniently bad memories.
This place was... well, in her younger days she might have traipsed around a place like this. There were tables and booths, as well as a few stages scattered around with dancers on them. It brought up memories she wasn't terribly fond of or prepared for, as well as a handful of ones she cherished. Megan headed for the bar while idly wondering if her previous face was still infamous around places like this. She's bet money that people thought twice before trying to pay for danced with coins in this city still to this day.
On her way over, her icy eyes landed on a woman who seemed to be heading her way. You know, in that direct kinda way someone moves when they lock onto a target. Quirking a brow, she didn't do anything to avoid her, or stop her. It wasn't super uncommon considering that Megan wasn't exactly unattractive, but surprising seeing as the expression on her face usually kept flirts at bay. Well, for the most part at least. What was even more surprising though was that as soon as she was within an arms distance of Megan the woman's eyes lit up like she had just seen a f#$@in Christmas tree. Everything screeched to a freaking stop when this woman, this complete stranger Megan had never met nor seen before, stopped directly in front of her and grabbed her cheeks like she was an adorable puppy.
.... what.
Megan, who had been on edge only moments ago and preparing for some sort of inevitable confrontation, was completely flabbergasted.
"Beautiful."
What?
Her face was turned this way and that, but the woman wasn't looking at anything but her eyes. "Almost like fire."
And then she was free. And still more of less shocked into a mute, confused silence.
"I wonder what the rest of your mutation is? What could go along with such beautiful eyes?"
Megan shook herself. "Lady, I don't know what kinda next level flirting guru you took lessons from but- HEY."
The mildly attractive creep was poking at her, lifting the edges of her coat and prodding like she was looking for something. Megan swatted the intrusive hands away as the woman circled her like a shark, spotting the little beady eyes on the back of her neck and poking at them inquisitively. "Ow!KNOCK IT OFF! The spider mutant turned to snarl at the woman, but it got caught in her throat half way when she found her staring up at her with wide, unnerving eyes.
"Have you ever wanted to start again, hmm? Revisit your younger days and do it all over?"
Leery, Megan leaned a little ways away. She'd met a lot of creeps in her life, but never anyone like this nutcase. "....Hasn't everyone? What kinda question is th-" The woman reached out and gripped one of her arms. Megan's hands curled into fists.
"What if it wasn't just a pipe-dream anymore? What if you could have your youth again?"
Her spider by the door alerted her to approach of the one who had been stalking her, and the weird and whimsical mood lifted. She ignored the woman for a moment, turning to eyeball the door and prepare herself for a fight if it was coming. "Yeah, yeah....Anyone with half a brain would want a fresh start. It's not a hard question... can you leave me alone now?"
With her back turned, so focused on the perceived threat that had been dogging her, she didn't notice the woman pull a little syringe from her purse and uncap it. She didn't see the brilliant, happy smile of someone who felt she was doing a wonderful thing as she raised the needle in the air and prepared to jab it down straight into Megan's shoulder.