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.
"Suffice to say, then, that you do not doubt in the existence of love, but rather in your capacity for it? Fair enough. Surely sharing ones answer to a question cannot be considered rude." He nodded slowly, and then froze... Aww crap! He had gotten so entrenched in the conversation that he'd totally forgotten to distract her! She really was good! Curses, curses! Damn damn damn!
Wait... He still had a chance... She was good, yes, too good, but even she wouldn't be able pay attention if he could distract her in a way that she would never expect! And while he did it he could grab the gum, and be off!
He knew just what he needed to do, too. He looked to her for a second, not saying a single word... He would have to time this perfectly... He pointed to the other side of her. "What's that?" He figured she would look, see nothing, and turn back to ask what he was talking about. She wouldn't get a chance if he had his way, because he would already have his maw pressed against her mouth by then, if all went right. A kiss from a being as sexy as him would be spell binding for sure! She would be so wooed that he could do anything he wanted!
Now, while that happened, he would also reach down between her legs to get the gum, his real objective. If it all went right, the person across from them would think something really inappropriate was going on. He didn't care, though... He wanted that freaking gum! Alright... It was go time!
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
He tilted his head a bit as she bit her lip, and it dawned on him that she might understand the absolute irony his name entailed. It was lucky for both of them that he hadn't said his last name as well... mainly because she might actually have laughed, and people that laughed at him tended to get eaten; not because he was a bitter person, mind you... It was more like one of his odd reflexes; like if he saw someone with a hat he wanted, he tended to take it and smack them until they left. Thought of eating people aside, he was somewhat impressed by her knowledge, though he supposed it was only natural that she would know of Kafka, he pinned her dialect from around the same area.
His hat was bothering him, he used his antennae to maneuver it onto a dosing person next to him, who subsequently woke up, pulled the hat off of his head, shrugged, put it back on, and went to sleep. Gregory was satisfied at that.
She replied to his comment with an equally interesting response. "You don't believe in love at all?" He blinked three times in rapid succession. "How so? Much of the time we see people engorged in the concept..." He wasn't so cynical as her apparently. Sure, he didn't see himself falling for anyone any time soon, but that didn't mean love didn't exist; or at least something that fit in the box that society defined as 'love'.
Tacos...
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His antennae twitched in frustration as she scooted over, a show of emotion that no human would ever be able to decipher. She was talkative... dang... That wasn't good. How could he distract someone who actually wanted to have a conversation?!
He had to think of something... He wanted that gum... The thought of it was setting his mind on fire! At least he was pretty sure it was the gum that had his heart racing like that... blinked a few times, as he listened to her speak... She was talking about that school... what should he say? "Er... no... I... um... I'm a little old to be a student, see? s'more like I gotta... drop something off there, is all. My name is Gregory, it's nice to meet you Sveta." Crap... instead of distracting her, he found himself saying something that only got him more involved in the conversation. Damn she was good! He wondered if he could just reach in between her legs and pry the gum from the seat without her noticing; she'd shifted in the seat a little when he sat, and he could see the gum clearly now... She would certainly notice, though...
Maybe a subject change would get her mind off the present... something radical, something interesting. "Tell me, do you believe in love at first sight?" That would get her thinking. Women like this always had some sort of love drama going on! Of course, he was totally oblivious to the fact that it just might seem like he was hitting on her.
As our good friend Gregory traveled from point A to point B, he felt something welling up inside of him... It was a strange sensation... had he happened to drink some coffee on the way to the subway, and forgotten about it? Nonsense! He never forgot a good cup of joe, and he never drank the bad stuff. That meant this was something different... It made him feel... good... it made him feel... hatty.
He needed a hat.
He paused in mid stride, looked about urgently, snatched a newspaper from a sleeping hobo, folded it with two sets of hands at an alarming rate, and then popped a paper hat onto his head... whew... that felt better. He then continued of his path until he had reached his destination. Cheerios. Huh? no! Person. It was a person... a person with yummy ABC gum underneath her seat. He eyed her for a moment, preparing what he was going to say to distract her in his brain box. He had it! It was perfect! The roach opened his maw to speak his gem of distraction but the girl beat him to it.
"Hello, are you going to the mansion?" His mouth hung open for a moment... Mansion? Huh? What mansion? He clacked his clackers a few times slowly, getting lost in thought for a second... It dawned on him... my god! She had distracted him!
"Oh... Uhm..." Curses! He had forgotten what he had planned to say to distract her! He no longer had the element of surprise, either... double curses! He would have to try something else. The seat next to the woman opened.
"Why yes... Yes I am." He spoke in a new-york dialect, all the while taking the empty seat and acting as natural as possible. "How'd ya guess it?" He had a feeling he knew what she was talking about... it was some kinda school, right? He crossed his bottom legs and propped his second set on them. "You goin there too?" He acted as interested as possible as he schemed in the back of his head about how he would get the gum just below her legs... Argh! Why couldn't things be easy?
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Thinking was always such a problematic status; at least it was for a certain giant cockroach. You see, he had been sitting on his couch, pondering what it would be like if you combined the good taste of a well made sandwich with the length of a submarine when he realized, to his horror, that such a thing had already been done.
This got him craving subway, or at least a subway employee, depending on how he felt when he'd arrived. Unfortunately, thinking about subway made him think of the actual subway, and before he knew what was what, he was standing in a subway car full of people with his stomach growling fiercely... He looked about the car slowly at all of the other commuters... none of them looked particularly tasty, and he knew that if he ate one of them, the others would get all touchy about it.
He sighed deeply, and looked over to the pole he grasped in his hand... it was shiny... He leaned over and nibbled on it a little... It was then that he caught sight of something across the subway car... underneath a seat that had an occupant in it... could it be? yes! Someone had left out some perfectly good chewed bubble gum! What a waste! Clearly it belonged in a mouth rather than stuck to the bottom of a seat...
An idea came to him; what if it could be in his mouth? Brilliant! He clacked his mandibles a few times in excitement and then started across the car just as the doors opened to accept more commuters... The plan was to get in front of the seat with the gum on it, say something to distract whoever was sitting on the seat, and then dive down head first into some chewie goodness!
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
On the way to their first destination, Roach got the urge to head but Meld's tail. He didn't because that might kill him, but it was a noteworthy thought. Mister Samson knew just how dangerous the woman close to him was, and frankly, he didn't see himself being her target demographic when it came to brutal slaughter. She seemed the type to aim for the man with the bible in one hand and a pistol in the other; Gregory had neither of these.
Though a gun would be fun... technically, he could hold four. Oh~ But learning to shoot properly would be such a bothersome task! Most people who sold guns were way too edible to be around for long anyways... you know, now that she mentioned it, he had heard about someone like her on the news before..."Not a stranger to the headlines, eh? I guess that's why you aren't covering up so much? Remember, little lady, the more dangerous you make yourself out to be, the less peace you'll ever witness in life. I hope you're ready for a nonstop roller coaster at the rate you are goin." Indeed, even through his business- minded facade he had to warn her... While it was alright to cause a little ruckus in order to achieve a goal, it was sometimes best to do it without stamping a confession on your forehead.
"So, miss moxy, you ready to apply some-a that good ol' elbow grease?" He said as he came around to the back door, and spied her getting to position. The gigantic roach popped up the collar of his coat, and pulled it shut, pressing his hat down low to shroud his form in the best way possible. He then knocked three times on the back door as had as he could before stepping back and waiting for it to open... In seconds, it did.
"Y~ello?" A greasy looking man in a wife beater poked his head out of the door, and looked at the somewhat shadowy figure. "You, uh... You need something?"
"Ah, yeah, I was just passing through, and I dunno if you noticed, pal, but you got a roach infestation right in your back yard... some exterminators you are..." He put on a Brooklyn-ite caricature, and stepped back as the man pushed into the alley way.
"What?! Son of a- Alright, where are the little bastards?" He looked about for a moment, saw nothing, and then turned back to Gregory, who lifted his head a little, showing his mandibles. "Right here." What was the cue- Roach was sure this poor schmuck was as good as dead; it was just a matter of seeing how good his companion was at her craft.
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Roach wasn't often the type to step back and look at the big picture while he could still afford to chew on the camera, but he knew that right now the camera was way too expensive to try and digest, so step back(mentally) he did, and what he saw was this.
Lori was keen to show that she was in charge, as was appropriate when one was, in fact, in charge. The best thing to do was to let her be in charge; to be subservient, but at the same time, not fearful. mouthing off and quivering in fear were both useless, and therefor he would balance firmly in between the two, and listen.
He stood calmly as she picked through her files, and eyed the Manila folder as she flipped through it. The great thing about having such a random mind was that when it was applied to things, he could come up with ideas like that... Not all of them were useful, mind you... Before actually beginning any formulation of a plan, he had thought on whether or not 'cheeze it' commercials were factual, he doubted it, how many licks it actually took to get to the center of a tootsie pop, if he would get in trouble for stabbing Lori's assistant to death, even when she had a face that just asked for it, why the color blue was called blue and not snagglepus, and how long it would take to actually eat Lori whole... Like, how a snake would. Gosh, he was getting hungry.
Once he got to the actual important thinking, a few questions arose to him; some that he would ask, and some that he wasn't nearly stupid enough to ask. The latter category included the following: Gee, Ms. Faust, what would a pharmaceutical company want with something they could probably make themselves? Why am I not a robot? What are you planning to do with this once I get it? What exactly are you up to? He didn't ask these questions, barring the robot one, because he knew better than that; someone in his position didn't ask the big questions; If his boss wanted him to know, she would tell him... What he did need to ask pertained to the achieving of this mission.
"Ms. Faust, if I may ask, what is the time line for this mission? Will I have time to do make my own observations? Also, this photo is somewhat... lacking in clarity, do you have a serial number, or something else to go by, or may I simply grab anything that resembles this, and go? Finally... Is this operation to be a... damageless operation, or may I... How do I word this... Cause some harm? I can see it being much easier to hide exactly what was taken if there were some sort of disruption to cover it up." Once he was done questioning, waited for her response unblinkingly...
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Not far from the back of his mind, Gregory entertained the thought of sneaking a gobble or two of the tasty hotdog morsels while Lori's back was turned, but her questioning of his desire for them made those thoughts spatter messily on the windshield of his self control. She would be paying attention, and thus a move to gobble would be inadvisable.
"No thankyou, Ms. Faust. I... already ate." It was an emulation of the humor one might show toward the subject if they were, as most people would be, not fond of rotten hot dogs. If he was as good of an actor as he thought, it would not come off as fake.
He followed her to her office, glancing about as they went... He had always wondered what this place would look like on the inside... It was just about what he had expected from a sanctuary for those in need, though... The training room had come as somewhat of as surprise. He wondered what else would surprise him here.
The tiny office certainly made the list; the fact that the owner of a pharmaceutical company was willing to humble herself by squatting in anything less than a fifteen by fifteen office sporting a sunrise view was... acceptable to giant Roach. He watched her take her place, twitching his antennae about every so slightly. He had taken communications classes before, and he knew that it was widely accepted that nonverbal queues where more important than verbal communication in many situations. A big part of nonverbal communication involved body movement; stance. He saw that she chose a less business-like stance, and thus he chose a similar one, placing a hand on the chair across from the desk, and putting the slightest bit of weight on it; not enough to make it slide, but enough to show that he wasn't full of tension, or nervous.
He listened intently as she counted off her hire-ee specifications, and nodded slowly as she finished. "I see... I believe I do meet those requirements quite well, and I accept the burden of proving this to you; after all, why would you buy a product that you were not sure would do what you intended it to do?" He stood and waited for her to go into detail on this little 'test run' of hers.
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"No worries, sweetcakes, that's why we are taking someone from the building's back door... anyone who answers the door for them has to be associated with them, right? so they are guilty too."
He winked his left bug eye at her, and clapped his hands together in excitement. This plan was going to go off without a hitch or his name wasn't Egor pidapliapanafaya... wait... er... Gregory Samson... that one. Gee the sky was nice. The Roach took a second to center himself after a moment of playing brain scrabble, and then smacked the walk button on the cross walk, heading toward the establishment, and talking to Meld as he went. He figured she was keeping pace behind him as any good listener would. "Don't make it too neat or small or anything... we want it to be large, messy... We want it to be headline news... Everyone who knows them and what they do will know right away that they won't get away with it for any longer!" He twitched his antennae in determination as he make it across the street, and then headed towards the building's side- alley... soon they would be back behind the building, where they could plan out their first ambush; after that it would be like taking candy from a baby... and then eating the baby... yum...
He paused in mid step, and looked over to a palette of bug spray on the side of the building... his wings chittered in anger, and he caught himself before acting upon the wave of rage, instead strolling over, ripping a plank from the palette, and then turning to Meld. "Y'see? this is how you use your surroundings to your advantage... I'll use this to block the front door so's no one can escape. He nodded firmly, and then headed towards the back-alley once more.
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~
Mr. Samson was having a ball, strolling down the street with his new toy over his shoulder. He paused as the woman spoke up, and curled and uncurled his antennae three times as he considered her words. He blinked a few times as she slid only his shoulder, and he considered chewing her leg off briefly... but decided against it, as it might make her less fertile. Or she might die... but that was less important. He spoke up after a moment, recalling her statement.
"Yes, yes that does make sense, doesn't it?" The giant Roach looked about briefly, and then spotted another park bench. He skittered on over, and placed the one he'd ripped up neatly on top of it, patting it a few times like one would a well behaved pet. He then reached up a hand to grasp Megan gently, to be sure she didn't slide off of his smooth shell. "As I am carrying you, I feel it might be polite of me to ask of your name." He stopped in his tracks, kicked over a trash can on the side of the street, picked up a scrap of paper from it, placed it on his head, secured it with his antennae, and then continued walking with the woman on his shoulder, heading for his apartment still.(Paper scrap hat For The Win!)
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The giant roach stared at her, silently fuming at her nonchalant attitude when it came to killing his kin. He pondered if he could get away with scraping off her face with his sharp secondary hands in broad daylight... alas, there were too many people here...
Perhaps he could invite her over to his house for a meal, and then eat her. She looked like she might make for good eating... He opened his mouth to speak to her, wenching open his mandibles as well. "I don't suppose you would like to-" And then something strange happened...
A sore on her popped, and out crawled a little tiny spider... His head tilted slowly as he stared for a moment... Interresting... Did she just hatch that spider from her skin?! He twitched a little as he eyed the little bug, and then looked up to her face. Roaches had a different scale of attraction when it came to the opposite sex; simply because looks mattered very little... It was fertility that was key...
This woman was so fertile she had babies growing form her pores! "You... are coming with me." Without much thought, or a chance at turning him down, Mr. Samson walked over to the side of the bench, and grabbed it with his arms, pulling up with all of his might, and breaking it from it's bolts on the ground... He walked right around the other end and repeated the process... Once that was done, he lifted up the park bench, passenger and all, and started walking toward his apartment. "My name is Gregory Samson, you can call me Roach. You will now live with me."
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He broke the still with a tilt of the head, and a twitch of the antennae, causing his fedora to rock a little on his head. He would be quite hard to read in the traditional sense... perhaps with some time one could gather what one movement might mean, but his blank buggy eyes and chitin face didn't betray human emotions in the least... Mr. Samson did not posses the ability to wince, or wiggle his nose, or even sneer. Instead he clacked his mandibles, twitched his antennae, and hissed(Not at this moment, mind you, but over all).
"Yes, it is rather vague, isn't it?" The giant roach tapped his left mandible in the equivalence of tapping ones chin, and spoke thoughtfully. "In this world there exists those who fear what is different from them. Because it is different, they view it as... lesser. I feel very strongly that said group of beings is very much mistaken... Therefor it is time that they change; that they see that they are the ones who are lesser. I intend to be included in the process of making that specific change happen. Any activities society might see as objectionable, but beneficial to one such as myself, along the way would just be a perk."
He was pitching himself a little, that was true, but in a sense this was part of a job interview in and of itself, and it was the interviewee's job to pitch themselves to their prospective employer... He intended to keep this point in mind when they got to speaking about qualifications as well... Maybe he was buzzing upon his own horn, but he wasn't looking to become a 'grunt' of any sort; and while joining an operation such as this generally did mean doing some foot work to prove ones self trust worthy and competent, showing his intellect early on wouldn't hurt in getting him higher, faster.
"So, are you willing to talk more on the subject here, Ms. Faust, or perhaps, do you have an office that we may go to?"
Thanks to Andrea and Jorge for my sigs! I WABBLE YOUUU! AV Roach~