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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
A loud response was muffled by a door, and the subsequent knocking on it. Gregory didn't hear the 'go away', which was good, because he probably might have actually done it. The noise did affirm that she was actually in, which was also good, because if she wasn't in, he might have eaten the door.
The portal opened to reveal a rather sleepy looking Ms. Faust.
"Can I... help you?"
She didn't recognize him in this new body? That was oddly impressive. Most of the peoply-looking people figured that all bugs looked the same. He felt like clapping for her. He did, in his mind.
Roach decided that the best way to make her recognize him would be to use the same accent he had used before.
"I'd certainly hope so. Gregory Samson, once again at your service. I trust you got the package my little friends sent you? I apologize for taking such a long time to get back to you, but you see, I was forced to resort to drastic measures to ensure the mission's success."
The giant bug stood there for a second, clacked his mouthpiece slowly, a few times, and then tilted his head. "May I come in?"
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The great golden doors shut softly behind a familiar, yet still peculiar, form. A giant cockroach wandered about for a moment, allowing the warmth of the building to combat the cold still lingering in him from his trip across the street.
He was late, yes, but apples tasted good with glass in them, so it was okay. He was sure his soon to be employer would forgive him; he had succeeded in his mission after all. Frankie had told him all about it; they'd gotten the plates onto her desk that very same day, after he'd had to... dispose of his prior body.
He also had a very good excuse; it took time to regrow a body, and even more to make sure it was in prime condition once more. He looked like a whole new roach. This was due in part because he was a whole new roach... This form was a little bit taller, and slightly narrower than the last, but he'd gotten used to it over time. Being able to reach the top drawer was a plus as well.
The cockroach eyed a four legged man as he walked past, and then turned to skitter off toward Lori's office. He was in an odd mood today. His mind was strangely silent; he didn't feel like- Oh! a fly! nawm nawm!- doing as many random things as usual. Maybe it was because of the cold.
As he came to a stop in front of the door to the tiny office, he looked about to see if anyone was paying attention; the coast was clear. He leaned against the wall to let Frankie and a few other roaches out. They had some more scouting to do. The little bugs disappeared into the woodwork in seconds, and he turned to knock on the door exactly 17 times.
The Roach nodded slowly, and focused on the mansion as it came into veiw... His eyes stayed fixed on it for some time; one might mistake his stare for wonder, but he was actually wondering how long it would take to eat the roof.
Not plain, he wasn't crazy. He would use salt.
Ever the multitasking mind, he listened to the woman as well. "I wonder, is it really enough just to be safe? Safe is simple, and life is much more complex than that." He nodded slowly... maybe some mustard. A high class type... Add a nice chianti and it would be a meal. "It seems to me one might sacrifice the truth for safety. The truth being that it's not safe to be as... you or I. Maybe that will change, though... You never know." He was thinking about marshmallows now... Punching them.
"I must confess at this time that I was not headed for the mansion at all when I first met you. I am ashamed to say it, but I followed you out of interest in your ability. Now, though, I think I will go to the mansion. I am interested." He wondered if they had a public kitchen.
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Good, he left for a bit. That was all he needed. The giant roach let out a light, rhythmic clicking, repeating the same pattern as he slowly sat against the curb again. Within seconds a cockroach scurried up to him.
He spoke to it for some time; they had a lot to discuss... He kept his eye on the officer, as the cockroach left, and returned with another. Gregory then picked up the little one, and gently placed it into his mouth. After the cockroach equivalent of a cry of pain, he pulled the Roach out, and placed it on the back of the other, who scurried off. He gave a slow nod. This was the only way he could make this work... He wasn't worried, though; he'd left the mission in the hands of a very competent bug. That, and he would be back.
He felt dizzy. He looked up slowly as the officer returned, and spoke in a tired tone. The act was on, after all... This had to be perfect. It was to be, after all, the performance of a lifetime.
"Ahh, Mister Cervantes. I'm sure you will find in the future that every word I have told you is the truth. That comforts me." He looked down to the ground for a moment... His spine hurt... It was a slight distraction, though... He couldn't let it get to him.
"My boy... You may guess that life is hard for one like me. With little thought, many view me as a lower form of life; though I have an education to surpass more than most. I try to ignore it all, but at some point, it has to end. What can one do to stop it, then, but to lash out, or to... end it another way?" He looked up to the officer, trying to Gage his reaction as he spoke.
"I try to tell myself that if I lash out, I will be naught but a monster... But look at me. I just consumed a man's pet, only seconds after it had passed on. I am a monster." He paused for a moment, as if lost in thought. "Ask him, will you? After... After we are done speaking, if he ever saw me kill his dog... he wasn't looking... He was checking the mail... That is a small detail by now, though... I suppose."
The Roach stood up, looking down to his cuffed hands, and then to Jorge. "You sir, are one of the few people in quite a while that has talked to be as if I were equal. I want to thank you for that... And I want to apologise... For this." In a simple movement, the roach pulled apart his cuffs like they were made of paper, and reached out for Jorge's gun, snapping it from it's holster with a great yank. In one fluid movement he clicked the safety off, placed the barrel in his mouth...
And pulled the trigger.
Mission accomplished.
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Well... This was certainly a problem... He couldn't go anywhere if he wanted to succeed in his mission. At the same time he couldn't cause a scene either... Not one that got the cop's eyes on him any more than this.
He had a few options, though. "I believe taking me in may be detrimental to solving this crime... You see, the real murderer of this distressed man's poor pooch is fleeing as we speak. You did hear him say he was distracted by a car swerving past? That car is the very same one who hit this man's dog. They were swerving quite a bit, too... Perhaps they were under the influence of something? Maybe your should focus your efforts on that, perhaps?"
He figured it was about time the truth got out anyways. Yes, he would probably get in trouble for eating the dog, but he might be able to skate off of going to the precinct right here and now if he could steer them toward something more pressing. "It was a black Mazda, license plate 249-hii. I tried to tell the other cops, but they all seemed much more interested in the other man's story." He nodded slowly.
"I do not feel it is right that I should be prosecuted for my actions. I am a bug... We eat dead things. It is in my nature."
By now the bugs had the plate, and were bringing it out a hole they'd chewed in the back door... The other group would be bringing in the replacement plate, which looked as convincing as he could make it... save the fact that it was smashed, as if someone had stepped on it. The idea was that the owners would figure that they just had a bug problem, and a clumsy employee had knocked down the plate and stepped on it when the cops arrived.
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"Hard for every mutant like myself, maybe. But not every mutant. Yourself, even. People can look at you and all they might think is that you are somewhat attractive, assuming you are, I wouldn't know. That at least gives you a way to introduce yourself to them without them either thinking they are seeing things, or passing out. Sure you have your challenges, I don't doubt that, but at the same time, you have something to go on." The giant roach didn't chomp so much as he just opened his maw wide, threw each hot dog in, and closed it.
He walked alongside the woman, noticing the eyes on them as they did so. People probably thought it strange that a "normal person" was walking alongside someone like him. Then again, most people just ignored them. That's what was beautiful about the city. "At the same time, the city is a different creature than most. Here, I'm strange, but at the same time, I'm just another strange thing in a sea of strange. People accept that I exist, and generally leave me alone. I still get the random hot dog vendor who refuses to lend me his services, but mostly, the world just ignores me until I address it first." He blinked a few times, a process that took some time with his large buggy eyes. He really hadn't talked to anyone about things like this before... it was oddly comforting.
"Ahh, A reasonable ear, at last." Gregory perked up a little bit, looking down at his cuffed arms. "I would shake your hand, but alas, I am restrained. All limitations aside, though, I must insist that I have told nothing but the truth. The dog was deceased, by no fault of my own, before I ate it. I was feeling rather peckish, and I knew that the man would most likely just waste the meat, so I ate it. This is not an offense punishable by jail time. Perhaps he could take me to court over it, but I doubt it would be worth the time."
The roach nodded confidently as he spoke, but paused after finishing that thought. He tilted his head just a little bit, and turned to Jorge. "My name is Hubert Hazleroth. May I know your own?" The Roach knew he hadn't told the whole story yet; that wasn't his objective here. What he really cared about was having cops outside of this house for as long as possible. A quick glance to the window confirmed that there were two sets of eyes glancing out of it. He was sure that with cops outside, internal surveillance would by the last thing on their minds... He was sure his cousins had already cut the camera feed by now. He clacked his maw a few times, and turned back to the detective. His eyes drifted down to the collar in the man's hand.
He got the urge to wear it as a hat... Perhaps with the man's hand attached. That would definitely get him a nice spot in jail, though... humans were so touchy about things. He wondered if this one would also be surprised that he was well spoken. Most people expected him to hiss and skitter away. Sometimes he humored them, but he wasn't of the mind to right now.
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The man, a well dressed, neatly trimmed middle aged gentleman with eyes filled with rage had been saying the same thing over and over for the last three hours. He was angry, he was tired of repeating himself, and he missed his god damn dog. Why wasn't this #$^#ing bug squashed against the pavement yet? Why was he in hand cuffs too? And why the hell was yet another freaking cop asking him what the problem was?
"What's the problem? What's the $#%^ing problem?! That freak over there-"
"I take offense to that si-" Roach chimed in from his sitting position, his four hands cuffed together.
"No you shut the F% up bug boy or so help me god I will-" He took a deep breath, looked to the new cop, and decided to say it one more time, but if someone asked again after that he was going to freak out. "I'm walking skippy, my yorkie, like I do every day; I don't use a leash, skippy was a good boy, he always stayed by papa. Well, I turned to check the mail, and a car swerved past. It distracted me, but when I turned to see where my dog was, I see this.... this disgusting thing eating my poor sweet doggy... I knew it... I knew that if I moved into a freak friendly neighbor hood something like this would happen. I should have stayed in Jersey."
"If I may interject," The giant bug chimed in. "The animal was dead when I found it; I was merely making sure it did not go to waste." Greg nodded confidently, as if this some how made everything okay.
"That's bull! You killed him! You killed my dog!" The man stood up, trying to move in on the prone Roach, who merely looked to the cops around to see if they would stop him.
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Ahhh, the suburbs. It was a setting like no other; the rich smell of fresh cut grass was complemented by the stiff scent that comes from the sidewalk just after it has rained, and the sun has come out to dry it up. He imagined himself in the fifties, in a 'Leave it to beaver' kind of community, perhaps walking a dog, wearing a nice fedora. It was a mode of life all right; one that he might appreciate were he not so spontaneous. The giant cockroach walked down the street in tune with his simple life fantasies, having to remind himself that he was here for a reason once more.
All around him were the sharp contrasts of green lawns in juxtaposition to the warm colors the houses they surrounded were painted. He walked lazily past one particular house, painted a soft yellow, that was of a particular importance to him; he was careful not to dwell for long. The house had quite the surveillance system.
He had his own system, though... As he passed a small cockroach crossed his path, and then stepped up his leg, making his way up to his shoulder, where it began chittering in his ear. He nodded slowly. "So, everything is ready, then? You have found all of the cameras, and know where the objective is?" A clack came in response. "Good, good... Sometime I what I would do without you, Frankie." He gave the little cockroach a pat, resisted the urge to pop him into his mouth and chew for a bit, and then continued past. He had it all planned out. His cousins would cut all of the security wires just after he created an innocent diversion outside, after that, Frankie and his team would grab the press plate, and they would get out of there. "Now remember, 62316. We want the one with that serial code, and none other, alright?" the roach chittered, ran in an anxious circle, and then nodded its little head.
Good... Everything was set up... Now, for the distraction. What to do... what to do... He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a man walking his dog, just as he himself had fantasized about moments ago... It was perfect... He was in the mood for a snack, anyways.
Minutes later a call came into the local police station; it was a frantic man screaming about how some jerk had just eaten his dog, and wouldn't fess up to it.
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No babies at all? Humans really were flawed weren't they? Oh well, it wasn't as if it really mattered to him what she thought about children; he had no interest in procreating with her. He did, however, really want a hot dog... and maybe the arm and/or leg of a hot dog vendor, but if he did something so rash out in public, his new friend might get upset, or run. That, or he would be arrested.
He approached the hotdog vendor, and eyed the merchandise as the vendor eyed him. his antennae wiggled about excitedly as he opened and closed his maw; his version of salivating. "I'll have four dogs.... three for me, one for the girl."
"We don't serve your type here..." The roach paused, and moved his eyes from the menu to the man behind the mobile cart, his antennae twitching slowly. "I see... Well... you wont mind if I serve myself, then?" With that he broke through the little glass shield over the hotdog warmer with his arms, as if it were paper, and then grabbed a dog from it. The man behind the counter freaked out, and tried to stop him, but he reached his long arms up and held the food just out of his reach while he tried to grab it.
As the vendor was looking up, Roach's small arms went to digging in the cart and assembling their food. It was a little messy, but he got the job done quickly. As soon as he finished, he tossed the dog in his hand behind the vendor, and clicked his mouth a few times, reaching into his shell just as a large roach poked out with a 20 dollar bill. "Thanks Frankie," he said as he grabbed the bill, placed it into the counter, and skittered off with four hot dogs in hand. "Keep the change!"
As he reached muse he held out her end of the bargain, and continued walking as if nothing had happened, hearing the sounds of a pissed off vendor who couldn't leave his stand unattended to chase them down slowly fade into the background noise. "Some people really gotta get their heads outa their rectums, I tell you."
"Well at least you see the futility of only having one child at a time... If you have ten thousand, one can die and no one will miss him. One, though... you have to... take care of it, make sure it doesn't eat the neighbor's dog or something. Bothersome." He was a little dense, yes, but that was only because he was in one of those mind-sets where human subtleties became a little less apparent; he had those moments. Then again, no one could ever read his emotion? How was a human to know that a slow clack and a wiggle of the antennae showed annoyance, while a slightly faster clack and wiggle meant he was going to eat your face?
He couldn't blame them, though... They were, after all, so self important that they paid other members of their kind to kill his kind in a whole sale slaughter. They called them exterminators, and he would have to bomb another one some time soon. "I was thinking hot dogs. You?" The cockroach knew that she wasn't the type to indulge in fine dining like he; a tire, topped with mouse droppings and expired milk... great meals like that tended to make her type vomit for some reason... not that he minded; it made a great dessert.
And now that everyone who reads this is grossed out, it's hat time! Greg stopped momentarily to reach down into a gutter, pull an empty beer can, hand it to his sharp smaller set of hands, cut it in two, and place it onto the tip of his antennae. He nodded in satisfaction, causing the can pieces to wiggle, and then turned to catch up to his companion, pointing to a passing hot dog stand. "It's on me... Wacha want?"
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She was bashful; he didn't blame her. He was simply magnificent. What? He was! Something else caught his attention, though... She said something about her powers? So... it wasn't the gum that had that effect on him after all? Of course she would be a mutant! Why else would she be headed towards the school?
The train stopped, she turned to exit. When she turned back she wouldn't see him there. Had he disappeared? No, he had simply been right behind her when she walked out, and had shifted to her side on the opposite side of her glance back. He chimed in innocently. "So, we're headed toward the mansion, yes? Forgive me if I cannot remember the exact location." He waited for her to move, speaking in a matter of fact tone. "It's no surprise that you would deny your affection for myself; I am a bit daunting, I know. I forgive you, and will respect your unwillingness to confess. I am, after all, a gentleman. That, and I have no interest in you; you humans all look the same, and are not nearly fertile enough for my liking... One child at a time? Pshaw!" He tossed his hat to a lucky passerby, who freaked out, because his hat was a giant bug head. He would set out finding a new hat while they were in transit to the mansion.
Sure, he didn't care to go to the mansion at all, but at the same time he had come to the realization that if the gum really was just plain, albeit tasty, ABC gum, then it truly was this woman who was making him feel a sort of energy filled euphoria. He liked it, and thus, he would stay near her for the time being... Hmm... He was hungry still, though... "We must get food on the way."
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Dieing was... disorienting. He had, indeed, passed on, had he not? Mr. Samson supposed he should be at odds with himself, having perished, but he was strangely comfortable with it... He reached down toward his old head, hoisting it up, and eying it for a moment. A thought popped into his head; he couldn't resist. "Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him well."
The cockroach cackled to himself for a moment, placed the old head atop his new head like a hat, looked about the now devoid of human life subway car, opened up his wings a little bit for his cockroach friends to crawl on in, and then skittered on up to the woman, eying her carefully. "I feel I must explain myself." He reached up into the mouth of the head on his head, and pulled out the gum that had once graced the surface of her seat. "It was roguish and deceitful of me to kiss you, and perhaps melt your heart in such a way, when after all, my one objective was the gum on your seat. I apologize whole heartedly for any heartbreak you may be feeling at this announcement; I feel uncharacteristically guilty about it. Because of this, I feel I must make it up to you." The giant cockroach paused at the end of the thought, looked down at the gum in his hand, and popped it into his mouth... strangely enough, it wasn't as satisfying the second time around. How upsetting.
Mr. Samson chewed on anyways... was that a hint of shoe sole he tasted? Delightful.
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My oh me, this was certainly an interesting sensation, wasn't it?
As he pressed his mouth against hers, his finger's found purchase on the gum on the seat. Within the same exact moment, his mind and body felt a shock unlike anything the curious cockroach of a man had ever experienced. This must have been some gum! Even touching it was driving him crazy~
The woman, a mere afterthought after his success, pushed him off, and he smacked the gum into his maw. Glorious! He felt a tingling sensation, like all of the nerves in his body were firing at once, off and on like the best of Christmas light displays. He chewed voraciously on the now-flavorless tack, only letting the most tucked away bit of reason in his head wonder silently why a piece of chewing gum was so gratifying.
That thought took center stage, however, as he started to feel... funny... His eyes wandered to the woman. She looked angry.. She had that look like she was about to punch hi- Wham!
... pop!
The world was suddenly spinning, and Mr.Samson suddenly felt a little detached with himself. This was mainly because his head had popped off... Odd, that had never happened before. He landed on the top of his noggin and glanced about for a moment, unable to speak... He'd heard that a head stayed alive for some time after being severed, but you never really understood what that meant until it happened to you.
He looked about at the feet of the people around him as they scurried away from their seats. The foggy sounds of freaked out people trying to get away from the bug, which was falling apart at the joints, were all he heard for a moment, before another sound chimed in... Skittering.
He liked skittering, it was a pleasant sound; it meant something was getting done, it meant there were friends near... that was good... he could really use a friend.
Things were getting dark and far off for the giant bug as the cockroaches began climbing from the grated floor of the subway car... funny things, his insectoid friends; they were always around. Without even thinking, he opened his mouth, watching with nearly lifeless eyes as one of his little buddies crawled into his mouth.
And then Gregory Samson died.
Dear reader, I am sure you must be confused, but there is certainly a clear explanation for this seemingly random event; bug's heads didn't just pop off with the mere provocation of a tiny love tap did they? Of course not! But when a certain mutant's body worked moved mainly on a hydraulic system, and that system was suddenly augmented by a certain mutant's powers, well, sometimes making something stronger wasn't a good idea. His hydraulic pumps got so strong they popped his head right off, and then his arms, and then all of his other joints.
But as his body fell apart, it became so that other mutations of his were augmented as well. The tiny roach crawled from his mouth, its wings fluttering weakly. It too, was dieing, but in death it was moving on to bigger and better things... Mainly, bigger.
It was growing... Fast. Within seconds it was a foot long, and within more it was beginning to stand upright and look about curiously. In a grand total of a minute and a half it stood at 6 feet, staring down at the lifeless husk that was once him.
He then looked to the woman who had punched his head off, and blinked. "That was some gum, huh?"
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