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.
When Katrina stiffened, Slate stiffened. She stopped hugging him. He let her go. Should he not have done that? There were very, very few people he had tried it with, thus far. None of them had reacted like that. Had he hurt her?
>> I...don't...know....
He relaxed at the methodical attempt at a reply; he recognized that hesitance, that insecurity about whether one was simply talking to one’s self: his own attempts tended to sound like that at first, as well.
Then came the deluge.
>> How much can you hear? Can you read all my memories? Can you read things I'm not even thinking about? Is it like being in the void where you can hear all my thoughts? Can a person hide thoughts from you?
A smile quirked on his lips. That was very many questions, but there seemed to be a certain jist to them. That is what he answered: I am not certain, he answered. I have never heard thoughts that did not seem directed at me. I do not know if that is because I cannot read more, or because I do not know how, yet. All I have heard from you is what you just said.
The question of memories was more tricky. Yes; he knew he could look at them, with permission. But he knew it in a textbook manner, as if he’d read instructions for it, but never done it: when he healed someone, he could access their memories. He remembered being surprised and a little drowned by this fact, but it was a memory without context: he couldn’t actually recall any of the memories he’d seen. Even his own thoughts and feeling were a gray blur. It was... quite peculiar. Should he tell her about that? Did it count?
There seemed a more important thing to say, though. She had stiffened when he’d first spoken. And pulled away. She seemed recovered now, but...
If I could read more, he asked, would that be a bad thing?
Slate smiled. So... he had heard all the questions too? He must have, because he answered them. Talking in one's head was a little strange. It was easier in some ways. It was perhaps a bit faster, because the tongue didn't have to try and keep up with the thoughts. In other ways it was more difficult. For Katrina the difficulty lay in stopping the little trains of thought. It was much easier to just shut her mouth to stop all her thoughts from spilling over into the conversation. When the conversation and the thoughts were all in the same place it was harder to keep them sorted out. At least, it was so far. She hadn't found that door she could clamp down and keep stray thoughts from going every which way they wanted.
According to Slate he could only hear what she told him. She hadn't exactly meant to ask all those questions, but they had come out anyway. That was her fault. It was like talking, but without the extra filter. It would just take some getting used to.
>>>If I could read more, would that be a bad thing?
I... Would it be a bad thing? On principle, thoughts seemed like they should be private, but she didn't have any thoughts she particularly wanted to hide. If she had lied to someone or if she had a secret someone asked her to keep she supposed she wouldn't want those things read. Nor would she want anyone digging though and embarrassing memories, not that she could think of any right now. Not that she was purposely avoiding thinking about any times when she had done embarrassing things. Train thought officially derailed. She also wouldn't want anyone reading who she liked... but then, wasn't even sure on that herself.
I don't have anything to hide from you, so I suppose it wouldn't be a bad thing. It just might be awkward for both people if someone could read every embarrassing memory another person had, or could tell who a person liked or liked, or if someone had promised to keep a secret. Those would be things that should probably be private unless someone wants to share them. If they had any of those things. That is.
Slate nodded at the girl’s words, slowly. It was something to consider. His own thought came out, with a bare minimum of filtering:
What if I cannot help it, one day? What if that is the direction my power takes?
It was a disturbing thought. Katrina did not think that reading a mind completely would be right. What would others think? But... what if he could not help it? He could not stop the thoughts that she aimed at him from entering his mind; he could only control what left his. That he knew of, at least. What if, one day, all thoughts were that way?
If he couldn't help but read every thought that passed through a person's mind, if he couldn't stop from learning everyone's deepest and darkest secrets, if he couldn't keep everyone's private information from leaking into his own mind, he would have access to a lot of information.
I suppose if you couldn't help reading things that are broadcast your way it isn't wrong that you hear them. If the thoughts are things that should be private, or that a person wouldn't want you to know, I think the right thing to do would be to forget about it if you could. If you couldn't do that, then you should at probably keep the fact that you know their secrets a secret. Don't let the person know you found out and don't let other people know either.
Except, now that she said it, there were several situations she could think of where she would not follow her own advice.
I think there are exceptions, though. You will have to weigh whether doing nothing about the secret is more moral than doing something about it. For example, if you read from someone's mind that they were planning on killing someone, it is better to try and stop them from killing than it is to keep that a secret. People's lives are more important than secrets.
It occurred to Slate, suddenly, that Katrina might not approve of what else he had done in Colombia.
“Should we look at your report card?” He asked, taking the subject both out of their own heads and in an entirely different direction. A new direction seemed, suddenly, appropriate. And that paper on the bed was not unfolding itself.
Slate didn't nod or frown or respond in any way to her thoughts on the moral dilemmas of being able to read more of people's thoughts than they wanted to be read. Rather, he changed the subject and the manner of communication. Perhaps he needed time to think on that particular topic some more, or perhaps she had adequately answered his question and he was ready to move on to the next subject: her grades.
“Sure. I don't mind looking at them with you.”
Katrina grabbed the folded paper and without any of the rigmarole of opening an envelope or anything like that, she flipped it open. Her classes were listed in one column, with her grades in another column.
Art: A- Geography: C+ Mathematics: D General Science: B- English: A- Physical Education: B
Katrina held the paper very still in her hand. She hadn't thought she had done that badly.
“Hmm,” Slate said. It was quite the disapproving sound. “It seems we will have to start studying math together, again.”
He tilted his head slightly, looking at the other grade on her report that warranted thorough hmming. “I have recently gained an interest in geography, myself. Though I find it more interesting in context. Would you like to study that, as well?” Baby blue eyes blinked quite simply. Studying all parts of the world, and all peoples, had become a distinct... ‘hobby’ of his. Once upon a Christmas Eve, he seemed to remember an interesting conversation with a tweenager. It could prove intriguing, to hear her opinions on how their world could be changed.
At least she hadn't failed anything, she told herself. She had passed all her classes and advanced on to the next grade like she was supposed to do. She couldn't help but be disappointed in herself, though. She almost hadn't made it through math. She had probably nearly failed the final in math to end up with a grade like that. She had hoped that with all the studying she had done for that one that she could have actually boosted her grade a little rather than dragging it down. How could she fail that last test when she had tried so hard to pass it? That was what bothered her the most.
The rest of the grades were not unexpected. She pretty much knew that she wasn't good at memorizing capital cities, they just sounded like foreign words that had no meaning to her. She liked most of the science topics, especially astromomy and biology. When they got into physics and chemistry subjects, though, the applied math dragged her down a little. At least that math was for a purpose. She could see why math was necessary for figuring out how fast a car has gone. She just wasn't very good at it. Physical Education in the Danger Room wasn't her favorite, but she participated pretty well and tried her best even though she wasn't very athletic.
“I should be able to do it on my own. I can't understand why I can't learn math. I can do math when someone holds my hand through all the problems, but as soon as I have to do it on my own, like on a test, I can't.”
I do want to study with you, it's just...
“It's just... I tried. It's not that I didn't study without you here. I even studied extra, but it seems like the harder I try at it the worse I do.”
She let the folded sheet of paper fall from her fingers and float to the floor. She wrapped her arms around Slate again, this time because she needed the comfort. Her eyes were starting to fill with liquid. She squeezed them shut so the drops couldn't escape, but she accidentally left one tiny spot of water on Slate's shirt.
>> “I should be able to do it on my own. I can't understand why I can't learn math. I can do math when someone holds my hand through all the problems, but as soon as I have to do it on my own, like on a test, I can't.”
Slate gave a nod. It was an understanding nod; this surprised him, somewhat. “I think... there is not any shame receiving aid. Things do seem to be easier, when others help.” It was a lesson he had learned recently. It had taken nearly dying—and being responsible for the deaths of others—for him to see. “I do not think it is that you cannot learn without others; it is that others make it easier to see things clearly.”
>> I do want to study with you, it's just...
>> “It's just... I tried. It's not that I didn't study without you here. I even studied extra, but it seems like the harder I try at it the worse I do.”
For the second time that day, Slate practiced hugging. The way his arms looped around the girl felt somewhat less awkward, this time.
>> My mom will be really disappointed.
Your mother will understand. Particularly, Slate added his chin settling lightly into her hair, when your grades show a drastic improvement, next year.
>>>“I think... there is not any shame receiving aid. Things do seem to be easier, when others help.” ... “I do not think it is that you cannot learn without others; it is that others make it easier to see things clearly.”
If he was not ashamed of her for needing help, perhaps Katrina didn't have to be ashamed of herself either.
“In that case, study sessions in math and geography sound perfect.” That would be one part of the next school year she would be looking forward to. Maybe they could even start now, so she could relearn some of those math things she hadn't quite figured out. She had passed, which meant she got to move on, but the foundation for new concepts would be shaky if she didn't do anything about it.
As Slate settled his arms around her shoulders and his head on the top of hers, she squeezed him back for a hug times two.