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?
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.
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Alva finally had a name for the Finnish boy: Panu. An easy enough name to remember. The name fit him too; she wasn’t sure why, but as soon as he said his name, it just made sense.
“<Yes, I really hear everything in English,>” she stifled a chuckle. He seemed rather curious about how her gift worked, which she could understand. After all, she was trying to wrap her brain around what being a technopath would be like.
“<What you see as a national tragedy, I see as a blessing,>” Alva began. “<It makes my job the easiest in the world. To translate for someone, all I have to do is repeat what was said word for word… with a little flavor. No thinking about what the correct word is in this other language, or hoping I remembered the translation correctly.>”
In her mind, it was the best – and easiest – job in the world. No, she couldn’t hear other languages anymore, but the tradeoff was well worth it in her mind.
Still curious about the Panu’s gifts, she asked, “<So you’re a technopath. If I may ask, what extent do you speak to computers and the like? Could you be reading my phone right now, and I’m not even aware of it?>”
It was a scary thought, Alva admitted, but it could be possible. She suddenly wondered if he was eavesdropping on her phone conversation from earlier. Alva rather hoped not. How could anyone close to him keep any kind of secret then? she thought. But if that's the case, he could be perfect for finding out people's pesky political secrets and scandals.
Everything she heard, everything she spoke, every beautiful turn of phrase and subtle wordplay was only English to her, like taking a ruffled party dress and ironing it flat. She explained this to him and explained again, and finally, finally, the Finnish boy began to believe it.
He rounded his shoulders. If she could work so well with this disability, than he could be Supportive.
“<I think your power is the third-best I have ever heard of. Do you travel a lot? Do you have friends everywhere? Is it easy to not be shy when you know everyone will understand you perfectly?>”
Being understood was very, very underrated.
When talk turned to his own power, he puffed up. He straightened his hoodie and adjusted the headphones on his neck, and tried to look only half as prideful as he felt, because his was the Second Best power in the world. Or maybe the best. It was hard to rank Noel's, but she was definitely Number One or Two. People who thought that powers like fire or water were the best were like caveman banging rocks together.
>> “<So you’re a technopath. If I may ask, what extent do you speak to computers and the like? Could you be reading my phone right now, and I’m not even aware of it?>”
“<Your phone?>” the little blond grinned. “<I could, if I wanted to draw with finger paint. Or I could read the phones of everyone in this park and send messages to all their girlfriends and boyfriends asking for a break up, and then change all the traffic lights to red, and buy us dinner from a generous ATM on the corner. Or would you like a private island? Banks accounts are fun, like a Sunday crossword.”>
This was maybe more villainous than a nine year old should say. But he couldn't help it, the only people he had ever needed to put on a show for were villains, and they did not want to hear about the non-villain uses for his power.
...What were the non-villain uses for his power? He had called 911 once when a fellow Ragnarok member had given someone a heart attack. Probably he should be able to think of more than one example.
The blond ducked his head and slid his headphones back on, and even his wonderful Finnish was a little mumbled. “<But I won't read it if you don't want me to.>”
