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.
Angua got up, which meant that Panu got dog-lifted to his feet. He didn't giggle as this happened, but if he did it was just to lower these Mansionites defenses.
Unfortunately, the dog cuddling had to stop because he had two things of luggage and two hands. Sometimes he wished he was one of those mutants with extra arms, or an awesome prehensile tail. Other times he remembered that if he could just convince someone to give him an awesome robotic exosuit than he could have all the arms, and then he remembered that being a technopath was better.
He grabbed his violin case in one hand and his wheelie suitcase in the other, and then he leaned his whole weight forward and then he was able to follow the dog. His suitcase squeaked after him. When he had a giant robotic exosuit, carrying luggage would be much easier.
"What do you do at the Mansion?" he asked. This was a question for Angua, but it would not be surprising if Gawain was stupid enough to think it was for him.
Panu was wearing a blue button up shirt and dress pants and also a little spotted bow tie. This was for two reasons: because it made him look like he was Not Likely to Reoffend, and because the people at the Mansion hated him. He knew this for a fact because A) Mirror wouldn't let him keep Angua in his room at night, and B) there had been too many aww's right before someone said "I have a bowtie he can wear!"
He had sealed records in Finland. He was on an Interpol watch list. He was a domestic terrorist in both countries he had citizenship. He was going to destroy this bowtie.
…But not until after he sat up very straight and told his new parole officer that he was very repentant and he had not affiliated with any new criminal organizations nor had he broken into any databases.
As he sat in the little blank-walled room waiting, he practiced making innocent faces at the camera in the corner.
Gawain had a stupid smug smile on his face. Panu deleted it from the livestream he was watching so he didn't have to watch it. The X-Man was not going to ruin Awesome Weredog Time.
Handshake (and hand sniff). Ear scratch-scratch-scratch. Her tail was speaking very eloquently so there was no real need to say more. Panu scooted over to her side and put and arm over her shoulder so that he could lean against her for Maximum Scratchies. Also now he could see himself on the camera again.
And Gawain. Was he still making that face…? [filter 'stupidSmile' removed]
The X-Man whistled and nothing happened and if Gawain thought that was going to be really unnerving to the Finnish boy, if this was some kind of psychological warfare, than he was completely wrong. Panu's shoulders maybe jumped a little but that was just because the sound was loud and he was startled. Also maybe he started flipping through all available camera feeds just to be safe, but that was all. It was a completely reasonable precaution.
Nothing was still happening. A few people had looked up when Gawain whistled, and a History teacher had sssshed some others back to taking a quiz, and a kid with bat ears had looked really annoyed, and an old dog had woken up out on the lawn—
The dog was coming closer.
Panu tracked it as it scratched at the front door (a girl with white fur let it in) and then climbed up the stairs. He tracked it as it yawned a big yawn with so many teeth and then ambled straight to them.
Angua's shifted form was an Irish wolfhound and she was the biggest dog he'd ever seen and she was awesome did real dogs get that big too he needed one except his should be a cyborg dog so they could talk in their heads and he wouldn't have to whistle and scare small children.
Panu had been told many times that probably it was not good to do anything that might be condescending to visible mutants, but usually the people who said that were afraid of them. Panu had 98.2% success rates with letting them know exactly how awesome they were.
He knelt down on the floor and offered the werewolf his hand. The weredog was just a little taller than him, this way. It made it hard to see, because the best camera was behind her, so she was mostly blocking him. He would use his phone but that might look rude. Oh, headphones! Headphones were also rude. He pushed them down to his neck.
"Hello Angua, I am Panu. May I please scratch your ears? You are very pretty."
The mirror-walker was trying to outsnark him. This was a stupid battle because if he won, he beat a child. And if he lost, he got beaten by a child.
Panu liked games he could not lose.
The headmaster's desk was in the office right behind them. In the office was a desk, on the desk a computer, on the computer a connection to the school directory.
Search: Angua.
Not a registered student. A codename? He would try and connect to their secure servers later, but if this person was active on the X-Men than probably the internet knew about them.
…The internet did not know about them. Therefore it was a rookie. Probably another new student who Gawain would try to dump him with because that is what people did.
What the internet did know was that "Angua" was a character in a book. Probably she thought she was very clever.
"I do not need to meet a werewolf. Also people should stop picking names that give away their powers to enemies, that is the most stupid way to pick names."
Panu was a classy child, just like his dragon-dad had wanted him to be. Therefore he did not say, isn't that right, Mirror?
Pizza. The authority figure was trying to bribe him with pizza.
(The California campus had sushi. And avocado toast. And everything seemed to be gluten free, he didn't know why.)
"Sam is the one who takes selfies with beer?" Sam aka Cold Steel. An image search was all Panu needed to know about Sam. He didn't know how many of these photos were real and how many were shopped, but it was easy to see what the internet thought of him. Probably that eye patch wasn't even real. Also Safe Search on, people liked him shirtless way too much.
The little Finn's shoulders straightened under the try-to-make-a-good-impression-Panu dress shirt they'd made him put on.
The last time he was in New York, he had a father, a house down the street from here that was so much better than the Mansion, and a dog. The police had confiscated his dog, saying stupid things like "this is too dangerous for a kid to have" and "this is property of the NYPD" and "make it stop biting me."
Now he had a wheelie suitcase that was almost as big as him, a violin case tucked under his chair, and a tour guide who couldn't come up with anything better than "we have (notable pause in recording) pizza."
"You have set very high bar," the Finn said. "Probably everything else in school will be 100% disappointment and it will be your fault. Maybe we should skip tour so I do not cry."
Gawain aka Stupid X-Man Mirror aka Person Who'd Totally Been Fooled By A Nine-Year-Old was his tour guide.
Panu was not sure if this was an insult or a challenge. Probably he could get away from Gawain, if he wanted.
Probably they'd just send him somewhere else, then.
He adjusted his headphones for Maximum Impression of Ignoring You and tilted his phone camera just a little so he could see Gawain's stupid face. From this angle, mostly his chin.
"Prison transfer is complete, yes. Hello Warden Gawain, I am Panu Harmaajärvi."
Panu had tried keeping a list of everything that was awful over the last two years, but the file had gotten too big. Like every sensible 11-year-old, he had converted to a database.
SELECT awful FROM stupidXaviersCaliforniaCampus PRINT_FROM_TO [10, 1] BY rankOfAwful
10) He had a tan now why did he have a tan tans were awful what part of "I am blind I do not want to learn to surf" did the Gym teacher not understand
9) People kept saying "you should stop cheating and actually study English" but once he learned then they said "awww, but we liked how you talked, can you turn the Google translate thing back on?" what did they even want from him
8) The Headmistress could not feel fear and that made her the most terrifying substitute especially in the training room [file"whyAreThereROBOSNAKES" locked, do you wish to open? Y/N]
7) He wasn't allowed to use his brain on math tests, only the school calculators, because the Math teacher was not as smart as he was and thought that having Matlab installed in his brain was cheating but it wasn't he was just using his resources why was that test an F
6) The older students did not believe he was a Super Villain and he could not even sulk about it because sulking resulted in headpats and cuddles. Headpats and cuddles were AWFUL.
5) [file "pajamaPartyIncident" locked, do you wish to open? Y/N]
4) Noel had lost her phone or forgotten about him over a year ago and he was not allowed to use the school wifi or Ethernet or Cerebra to locate her new number, apparently independent research into All Cell Phone Provider databases was "invasive" and "please delete those files" and "let's just pretend this didn't happen"
3) When villains hid crimes it was 123.45% evil, but when goodies did it it was "helping you not get found by the FBI do you want to go to juvie that was a rhetorical question Panu stop arguing"
2) When villains told lies it was premeditated evil, but when goodies told lies it was "we're sorry" and "please keep in touch"
1) They kept saying things like "you're safe here" and "we care about you" but when he [ REDACTED ] their security systems as a present because their security was awful and because he thought for maybe one second he could live there they said to his parole officer "we can't handle his powers, he needs to go to the East Coast campus, they at least have an Adapted."
This was why Panu was sitting outside the Headmaster's office while the teacher who had brought him here was inside, going over his paper records so he could not see what things they had written about him.
His ears were snug under his studio headphones where he could listen to Sibelius instead of stupid sounds of happy school children. He was scowling down at a phone in his hand, and it was scowling back up at him because he was in selfie mode. No one was giving him either headpats or cuddles for this sulking. He was waiting for his awful tour guide to show him to his awful room in this not-even-close-to-a-beach school, and creating a list of the things he already knew were terrible here.
Noah's Arc pizza was make his stomach feel heavy and slow. He took a bite of Cajun Veggie, but this was hot in the terrible way that had nothing to do with temperature and it was belated but he googled 'cajun' and realized his mistake too late for his tongue. After this he was not feel brave enough for Surprise. BBQ pizza was safe and delicious and excellent and he would never eat anything else ever again.
“Were are you see us expand?” The blond boy asked, while he quietly googled snowball effect (which was a much safer word, in the end, then 'cajun'.) “What is snowball roll over and what is it hit at end?”
Elliot had bright red eyes that were like his. No pupils that mattered, no where to try to see into his soul or other stupid English phrases. But he saw, all the same. He saw in ordered forms and proper filing and haiku. Maybe he saw same place for this to end, too.
“What our country needs,” Action Man said, his fist over his heart, his voice heavy with manly tears and pride. “What our country deserves. What--”
The camera jostled erratically, and zoomed on a newcomer standing at the back of the crowd. “What our country deserves,” the man said, “is me.”
“Deus Ex Machina Man,” Action Man growled.
(Deus Ex Machina Man had died at end of last movie, but anyone who thought 'deus ex machina' could be killed was maybe not understand the term.)
I am born Finland. Now I am American. I think many things about your country are embarrass but not matter how bad, is somewhere in American that some one has bumper sticker of it. This country is always take Much Pride, like Action Man. Is good cultural representation.
She seemed to not be yelling anymore. It was hard to tell in Morse code, but she was talking to him, which was good first sign.
Why do you think it is embarrass?
The Finn had not picked up on the 'mutant menace' theme. More specifically: he had not picked up on it as bad. Mutants were menace, just like him and his father and the rest of his family in Ragnarok. This was also cause for Much Pride.
The following text arrived at 8:45 AM on Tuesday morning.
Agent Tiger, it said, report to 564 Henning Ave no later than 9:30AM. Say "I am here for my appointment with Dr. Mortinson."
At 8:45:02, this addendum arrived:
Probably is best you do not bring gun. Probably this will tell them you are fake child.
The sender was Panu.
564 Henning Ave was a Church of Humanity Wellness Clinic.
"Free x-gene screening," proclaimed a cheerful sign in the window, and the receptionist at the front desk was very nice looking.
At 9:18 AM, she smiled at a family who had been waiting. An older man and woman, and a six year old girl who looked a bit like them. The girl did not smile back. She kept her head down, and her hands tucked up the sleeves of her coat.
"Doctor Mortinson will see you now," the receptionist said, and the three were escorted by a smiling nurse into the back of the clinic.
At 9:27 AM, the man and woman left the clinic alone.
Your phone vibrates. You pull it from your pocket, glance at the screen. It's not a number you recognize, but the message... the sender knows your name. They know your location.
Your mission, if you choose to accept it...
AKA: I have a hankering for posting, but not a lot of time to write. I propose, therefore, an experiment of the choose-your-own-adventure style. Panu is going to be sending out Ragnarok missions via text to non-Ragnarok members.
Some of these will be benign: go to the animal shelter. There's a monstrous mutt there, the meanest beast you've ever seen. And guess what? It's an animal shifter that got stuck. Good luck earning its trust enough to get it to safety.
Some of them won't be: pick up a rental van and go to the bank. Surprise! You're the get-away driver.
Panu will guest-star in your threads as a series of phone messages that lead you further down the plot!rabbit hole.
Who wants in? Let me know if you have a preference on benign v harmful, or have an idea of where you want things to go. Or just text "Surprise me" to JOUTSEN. Standard messaging rates may apply. <3
Panu stood next to Cafas in New York, trying not to overheat and trying not to squeak. The overheating was from his new snow pants and new jacket and new mittens. The squeaking was from his new snow boots, which took every little bounce and made it 150% louder than it needed to be. It was stupid and unprofessional and this was Very Serious Business why-could-he-not-stop-bouncing.
(Because Cafas had invited him on mission, that was why.)
(squeak-squeak-squeak)
He tugged his new scarf up over his warm cheeks and adjusted his headphones--
Except that Ms. Brass had made him leave the headphones behind, and pulled a big new hat with floppy ears on him instead. She said that his headphones would not like the cold and might break, which was true, but did the hat need to have floppy ears? At least it was a dignified black hat with big button eyes and a stiched on raven beak, not the stupid tiger hat she had threatened to get him. He had gone to the R&D department and gotten the eyes replaced with button cameras, which was even better.
He had never been to the colony but now he was going with Cafas.
The shift from here-to-there was not very dramatic. Like stepping out of store in the winter: now they were in New York, now they were in Rapid Temperature Drop. The blonde boy stood still for a moment in this new location. Then, slowly, he tugged his scarf down.
>> "Muninn, tell your father I want a raise."
"Is not so cold. We build Finnish sauna, then is perfect."
Ms. Brass had way over-dressed him, he did not even need hat but he had nowhere to put it if he took it off. His pockets where maybe full of spare batteries and a folding solar panel because this was a hellish land with no internet and no electronics stores. If they were stranded here they could boil snow for water and kill fluffy animals for food and build igloos for shelter, but the only way to do all of those and still be able to use electronics was to Be Prepared.
Panu stood on his tiptoes (squeak) and surveyed the colony-to-be. RIght now it was mostly a pile of building materials, which was maybe a little disappointing in his stomach, but in his head he could overlay the architecural designs. This was going to be the teleporters landing pad, the first in the world that was just-for-them. Over there would be landing strip for regular boring planes. Up there would be start of residential area, to that side is where parliment building would rise, there-there-and-there would be supports for the dome that would make things warm enough that people who were not Nordic would also want to live here.
There was a slow fog creeping in. Hopefully it would not interfere with construction today.
>> "Come on Muninn, help me find the foreman. I need to know where I'm supposed to be."
"Probably he is that way," Panu offered, with appropriate pointing. This was a safe bet, because it was the only place he could feel in the whole of his range that had electricity. He followed closely after Cafas, careful to keep the man in sight as the fog grew denser.
>> "It's nice to be helping so many people, isn't it Muninn? In such an unambiguous way."
Panu wanted to google unambiguous but there was no google here. He was very glad that he had pre-downloaded the translation dictionaries he would need, but even in Finnish he did not know what it meant.
He tripped over something that was maybe ice or maybe a brick. "I like that our family is growing. It is very good to build safe home for them. Will you live here too? Maybe if you pretend to still be X-Man for a little longer you can convince Xavier's school to move here, too. This can be good place for everyone."
The fog was getting worse and worse but Cafas was still walking like there was no problem.
...Oh.
Panu stopped walking and tugged his scarf back up to hide his face, and tried to sound only half as embarrassed as he felt.
"May I please hold your hand? My camera has ice from temperature change."