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.
Individual Character's full name: David Mal Siegal Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Mal, Babble Gender: Male Age: 23 Date of Birth: 01/23/1989 Nationality/ Ethnicity: American/Jewish Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin:Cambridge, Massachusetts
Appearance
Hair color and style: Light brown, short and straight Eyes: Green Height: 5'9" Build: Average, maybe on the skinny side. Not muscular. Visible mutation: None Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: None Other features: Has several noticeable tics when stressed including stammering, twitching of the right side of the face, turning of the head, and hand fiddling.
Everyday clothing style: Button-up shirt with a sweater vest, khakis, dress shoes Uniform: None Sleepwear: Boxers and t-shirt Miscellaneous clothing: Can occasionally be coerced into wearing a suit, though few people make the mistake of bringing him to nice places more than once.
Character
Personality: Mal is quickly and fervently branded a "weirdo" by almost all who encounter him. He's spazzy, fidgety, talks to himself, is prone to ranting in several languages at once, doesn't understand basic social interaction, dislikes most people, and constantly has his nose in a book or pointed at a computer screen. He makes very little effort to get along with people and would rather amuse himself than anyone else. Mal doesn't censor his thoughts for anyone. He's a sponge for information, and feels the need to regurgitate it at anyone that has the misfortune of being in the same room as him. Most psychiatrists would diagnose him with at least mild Asberger's Syndrome. Mal is also quite talented with a computer, mostly because he spends a large portion of his life in front of one.
Morality
Neutral: Mal doesn't really form emotional attachments with most people, so it's hard for him to care one way or another about how they feel. He won't go out of his way to do something to hurt others or to benefit himself. He would never resort to violence, but mostly because he would always lose in a physical confrontation.
Mutations
Mutation description: Panglottalism: Mal has the ability to understand and speak any language or dialect with total fluency, including slang, colloquialisms, and jargon. He can also perfectly imitate any accent he hears a language in, as that is technically a unique dialect of the language. Strengths: Though Mal must first be exposed to a language, he only needs to hear a small sampling, a couple of complete sentences, in order to obtain total fluency. He has also started to work on using his powers to aid him in computer work. Though so far his attempts have been unsuccessful, he hopes that sometime in the future he could understand computer codes in the same manner as languages. Weaknesses: Though his abilities allow him to master any language, he can't retain them all at once. At his current level of ability, he can only retain about seven languages at once, about an average person's capacity for fluency in languages. Any language that he learned through study without his powers is unaffected by these limitations.
Secondary mutation description: N/A, though his eidetic memory could possibly be linked to his mutation. This has never been confirmed, and is only a theory. In the future, he thinks it could be possible to develop computer language and code-breaking skills with his powers.
Fighting Style
Explanation: "There's a fight? Jeez, guys, can't we just talk this out or something? No? Alright, well, it seems like you have a lot to work out, so I'll just be over here- wait, no, why are you coming this way? Come on, man, it was just a joke! Isn't this a little childish? Oh, God, look at the time! I really have to-No, not the face!" Pros for fighting style: He is occasionally able to beg his way out of a fight. Cons for fighting style: He probably couldn't throw a proper punch if his life depended on it.
Faction Allegiance Unaffiliated
History Of Your Character David Mal Siegal was born in Cambridge and raised in the halls of Harvard University. His father and mother were professors, both very intelligent, very serious, and very Jewish. Think of the strongest stereotype you can imagine and then double it. "Are you eating enough?" "Yes, Ma." "Are you getting fat?" "No, Ma." "Then you're not eating enough. Come home." His father was also named David, so their son went by his middle name to avoid confusion. Both of his parents put incredible mental pressure on him from a very young age, training his memory before he could even walk. Though his father was a professor of psychology, he and his wife were so enamored with their son and certain that he was perfect, that he refused to recognize Mal's obvious social and mental difficulties. As a result, as he grew up Mal developed an impressive eidetic memory, able to see or hear something and then recall it with near perfect accuracy long after learning it. Growing up, he went to the best schools, worked with the best private tutors, had access to countless books, and overall made no friends whatsoever.
As a result of his obsessive drive to learn and his mental condition, Mal never really developed proper social skills. His mother constantly told him that he was much smarter, much better than everyone else, so he never felt much need to interact with them. By the age of 11, he was getting into advanced scientific arguments with graduate students at the University, and a lot of the time he won.
At the age of 13, Mal found himself sitting outside the library, listening to two students speaking rapidly in Korean. Now, Mal had studied Latin, French, Chinese, and Greek, but he had never had any experience with Korean. And yet, it was as plain to him as if they were speaking English. He kept this information to himself so that he could properly test and measure it, experimenting with different languages, reading, listening and speaking. He found that no matter what language it was, he understood it perfectly. He kept his gift to himself for three years
At 16, Mal was caught hacking into the NSA computer database for fun. After hours of interviewing him and testing his abilities, the US government took him on part-time as a resource for their code-breakers and translators. By the time he graduated from Harvard with a degree in computational linguistics, he had a full-time job waiting for him. In the two years since he started at the NSA, Mal has been overworked ruthlessly. He sleeps less than four hours per night, rarely sees the outdoors, and because of his tendencies to rant and mumble to himself, his coworkers have taken to calling him "Babble" when his back is turned. They essentially use him as a human computer. He isn't particularly happy with his job, but doesn't care enough to risk upsetting his routine.
Roleplay Where did you learn about this site?: My cousin, who apparently played Euphoria.
Do you have any other characters on MRO, if so who: Nada Sample RP: "Well, that's what I'm saying!" he blurted, climbing over his chair and stepping on his desk. Teetering on top of a pile of papers that probably should have been treated with more care, Mal yanked the chart down off the wall. "It's stupid! It's a stupid system and the stupid person that made the stupid system should be made to be full of pain." He hopped down off the desk and thrust the chart at whatever-his-name-was with the very shiny badge.
"I mean, honestly, I can't even code something like that because any sort of order is just like blehhh." He made a face and waved his arms fanatically, hands making unconscious grasping gestures. He stammered. "A-a-and it's not even put into a graphing software! Baka! How the hell am I supposed to compose the data when it's not in a proper data software! Bilmiyorum!" Mal picked up a stack of papers and slammed them back onto his desk, pencils flying off the surface in the wake. With wide, furious eyes, Mal turned to what's-his-face and grabbed him by the lapels of his suit and shook him.
"They put it in a Word document, man. Who does that? Why would they do that to me!" He released the man and stumbled backward, looking dazed. Mal collapsed into his chair. "What a world, man. What a horrible freakin' world. Nienawidze wsystkich."
Whoever-he-was wavered for a moment uncertainly. "So...should I tell them you need more time?" he asked.
Mal looked up at him, as if surprised he was still there. "What, are you special needs or something? I already finished it. Chua Giesu." He opened up a long filing cabinet, half crammed full of files and half filled with Pixie Stix and Mountain Dew. He pulled a hefty stack of documents out of the drawer and flung it at the man, not caring if he caught it. "Just tell them I'm thoroughly unhappy."
