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.
“Whoa!” Glitch jolted, nearly out of her seat. Panu's voice was inside her head! Well, directly in her ears, to be precise. The technopath had to be messing with them.
“That's not okay,” she expressed after a period of silence. Then she thought about it more. “I mean, I guess that's kind of okay sometimes...” Speaking to her didn't make her do anything. Heck, it could actually be kind of useful, like a weird form of telepathy. “And, by the way, nah. I root for the heroes when they're worth rooting for, 'cause-”
“Shut up, everyone's trying to watch the movie!” shouted an irate voice from behind.
Right, they existed. Even if the movie was one line of stolen, nonsensical dialogue after another, she didn't want to ruin everyone else's experience. She rummaged her purse for a pen, wrote something on a scrap of paper, and handed the note to Panu to read. Please warn me before speaking into my head.
With only one panel left to be reworked, Glitch started putting them back into place. Remembering the correct order was always quite the chore. She really needed to get around to labeling them.
She flexed her wrist, then her elbow, testing the repairs. “Modifications? Maybe not put that way, but yeah.” Machines did get improvements. If changes could be made to make up for her mutation's downsides, she sure as hell was going to take advantage of them.
“I don't know about metal. What I could really use is something to help keep me from breaking things on accident.” The combination of lacking touch and being comprised of a hard material was a troublesome one. Gripping items too hard and damaging them was a good chunk of the problem. Several split pencils and the game controller in the living room that she'd duct taped back together could attest to that.
She tried, yet he wouldn't budge on that. But he had a good point. Even if it was an accident, playing puppet with someone did warrant a huge apology. Seriously. If Panu hadn't been a kid, things may have gone very differently.
“Oh yeah, I saw that fic. Don't read it.” Great story that should never be discussed with anyone. Ever.
Without a sense of touch, it took Glitch a while to notice that Panu was laying against her arm. Was he tired? It wasn't bothering Glitch, so he was free to do that, though that couldn't be a comfortable headrest.
“Some of-” Glares from the nearby audience members cut her off. Maybe she should have chosen the back corner of the theater instead of the dead center. She continued with a much quieter voice, “Some of those lines are ripped out of other movies.” Her finger then pointed to the presidential candidate character that looked suspiciously like a certain real life politician. “And now the director's revealed his political views. Bad move. Want to root for Mutant-Mutant?” Watching this unfold was amusing. For movies like this, the real fun came from mocking them.
Um... no, that was on the tracking mutant. Sheesh. Oh well, what could she expect? If he wanted to pin the blame on her, fine.
“A problem? Nah, I don't give a crap,” Glitch answered, shrugging. She had no reason to; he was a complete stranger whose name she didn't know, a complete stranger who didn't like talking to people. “I guess I'll let you go back to enjoying your cold ground or whatever. Take care,” she said with a wave. With that attitude, he needed it.
With that, Glitch turned and walked off. Time to go back and finish that English assignment.
“Sounds like this place keeps you super busy.” Kind of a “repairman” mutation, now that she thought about it. She'd tell herself “don't get broken,” but that was a given already.
“Yep.” Among many other things. Genre and developer were no restriction. “The new mobile app's popular. I'm playing it. It's kind of tricky because these aren't good for touchscreens,” she said, wiggling her mechanical fingers.
An uncomfortable pause followed. The conversation had been helping her distract herself, but what she said made her kind of depressed. Like other little things, to feel sad about it felt stupid, shallow. People like her mother and the wolf man had mutations that were putting them through worse.
She scrambled for her words. “Anyways, yeah, it's popular, even with adults. You'd have no problem jumping back in.” The cheerfulness in her voice was rather forced.
The inside of the theater was a lot drier, which made Glitch glad. Even if puddles were mostly harmless, the possibility of stepping into a deep one still made her nervous. She pulled a few bills out of her purse and offered them to Panu. “Here. This is for mine.” Movie tickets were a little much to accept from a kid.
“Nah, I don't really watch them.” Too boring. Mostly. The one Panu was talking about sounded like it could be entertaining enough to watch. “Wouldn't it be funny if the director was an evil genius who realized that if you talk about how 'deep' something bad is, you can convince people it's a work of art?” People like Panu's action movie fan... father, was it?
“I heard this one's got a 'mutant' mutant in it. I wonder how hilariously offensive it'll be,” she mused aloud as she sat down. If characters like Token Girl and Ethnic Side Kick were any indicators, it had to be very.
“I guess...” Little things, like tasting food and feeling a kitten's soft fur as she pet it, were missed a lot. But Cafas didn't need to hear all about that. He was nice enough to repair her, and no one liked a complainer.
“Really? I won't lie, the flashy, combat-y powers are cool, but that looks pretty handy.” Unlike her own, Cafas' mutation sounded like something that would be useful on a day to day basis. Probably helped him with his job, too. “Plus, I'm metal. I have the type disadvantage,” she said with a weak laugh. Seriously. She didn't know the scope of his powers, but she was glad she wasn't fighting him.
She accepted the plate and compared it alongside its left arm counterpart. Good as new, as far as she could tell. Which wasn't saying much, as she was no expert on the matter. She looked back up and replied, “Everyone calls me Glitch.”
It was official: Glitch lost sight of the wolf boy. She envied the tracking guy's power just a bit – it seemed useful for situations like this. She would have given up and left, except he found her instead.
Was he going to keep his distance? She placed her hands on her hips and eyed him for a few seconds. Fine, he could do that. Might make conversation a little awkward, though. “Well, I helped you with your animal cop problem,” she said with the type of voice that normally would have been accompanied by a big grin. “So, in exchange for that, why don't you tell me why you were wandering around as a wolf?”
Whether what she'd said to animal control actually helped or not was debatable, but she wasn't anticipating results anyways. She didn't know what to expect from the wolf guy.
"Okay." Glitch went to the table and plopped down on her back. Hold still, let the mechanic do his work. Or should she say doctor? Doctor-mechanic? Mechanic that was doing doctorly task? This situation wasn't exactly usual.
"Wish I could help ya out, but I don't know how a lot of this stuff works," she admitted. Regretably, her mechanical knowledge was still very little, embarassingly little for someone who looked like a robot. Probably because she kept putting off her research into the topic. Because Richard was there, she had the opportunity to ask questions. Once she could think of them, of course.
"I haven't even seen the eye mechanisms. I guess I could look in a mirror, but I'm not sure I want to see myself with my face off." The mental image gave her the chills.
“Yep. Least Horrible Option.” An odd way of putting it, but the right idea. She needed ask Panu where he was from, what his native language was.
Her red eyes scanned poster after poster. Rated R, rated R, boring documentary, PG-13 slasher film that should be rated R... Then there was the poster which was covered in poorly rendered animals with freakishly large eyes. No doubt they'd have the annoying voices to match. Sadly, there wasn't much there that was child appropriate without being completely stupid.
Hmm... Action Man and Token Girl VII... From the sound of it, Panu had seen some of the earlier ones. “They meant for these to be serious? I thought they were supposed to be corny comedies.” Glitch wondered if he had a point. Maybe the funniness was unintentional. As if it was possible to know for sure. As far as she was concerned, funny was funny.
“There's not much else. This'll work for me.” If nothing else, the actor playing Action Man wasn't bad looking.
It may have been several months since Glitch's mutation showed up, but having to take herself apart for repairs still felt alien. Part of her arm was detached, but it was treated as casually as removing her shoes. It was weird as long as she thought about it.
She gave a weak shrug in response. “It didn't hurt.” In fact, the attacked was the one who felt the pain. Cafas was right, though. It wasn't just the bite; the wolf man was very strong, able to throw people off of him with ease. Her mutation likely saved her arm, maybe even her life.
As the puncture marks closed, Glitch perked up, her eyes wide with amazement. “Holy crap, that was quick,” she remarked. Worlds faster than she'd expected. “When he said you worked with metals, I'd thought job, not mutation.”
No more METAs. Glitch gave that a thumbs up. When she saw the long dark sleeve, she realized she was still wearing Darkshift's coat. Whoops. Don't want to accidentally walk away with that. She took it off and handed it back.
Unfortunately, they couldn't stay and talk; both had to get home. Glitch knew that if she returned much later, security might start asking questions. And questions could be bothersome.
“Sure! Here's my number.” She pulled out her phone, a rather thick and durable device, and showed her the screen. “I've been staying at the Mansion,” she added. “I don't know if you've heard of it – it's a place for us mutants. You can drop by any time.”
Well, the wolf boy chose to show them the wrong finger and run off. “Hey!”
“Idiot,” Glitch muttered. Even so, she found herself laughing slightly. The audacity of it was, in a way, funny. Yeah, that woman was getting a little preachy.
With him gone, Glitch found herself in the awkward position of explaining that to the animal cops. “He doesn't get out often.” That sounded about right.
“Uh-huh.” She'd picked up her radio and shooed her away. Judging by her tone, she wasn't the least bit convinced. At least they weren't hell bent on punishing either one of them. Still, Glitch didn't plan on showing her face to those people again any time soon.
After seeing the wolf boy's actions, Glitch kind of wanted to get an explanation from him. Or at least try. Moving through a crowd quickly wasn't easy for someone made of steel. Simply put, being rammed by almost two hundred pounds of metal hurt. She made her way through it slowly, taking care to avoid accidentally hitting someone. She caught a glimpse of the wolf boy, but he was moving through the crowd a lot faster than she could.
Glitch was about to nod off when she saw the head of pink hair. “He's on the phone,” she replied quietly. Most likely seeking advice for the wolf mutant, she figured. From what she knew, his mental state was bad, and it warranted the Doc Prof's attention. Besides, there wasn't anything the doctor could do to help her out.
Good thing the Doc Prof knew people. “You're Cafas, right? He said you'd be able fix these.”
She showed him the plates, which had a deep set of canine bite marks. Her efforts to clean them off were not very successful, so dried blood dotted the punctured metal. She hoped he didn't notice, or at least didn't question it. The inhuman noises, the wild eyes, the blood... Those images and the ones from the past keep popping up. Glitch couldn't get them out of her head.
A technology mutant? Glitch's heart sunk. She was machine enough to be controlled with that class of powers. Panu stopped once he realized she was a mutant. The sad part was, there were people out there who wouldn't care. Becoming someone's robotic puppet was a horrific thought, extremely horrific.
As odd as Panu was, he was still a kid. With him apologizing like that, Glitch couldn't stay mad at him. People mistook her for a true robot more often than she liked. So, she was no stranger to stares, snapshots, nor even the occasional poke.
“No. I wish I could.” Buttered popcorn and soda might be common, but both sounded so appetizing. It was best not to think of food. “But sure, I'll take you up on that.”
Because he was there alone, Glitch felt she should keep an eye on him and make sure he stayed safe. Seeing a movie beat standing around and waiting for the rain to stop anyways.
