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.
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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.
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High School... a place of learning, as well as a place of status. Everything mattered, from the type of backpack you wore, to your hair and your shoes. If you didn't fit in with the 'crowd' those years of your life were almost guaranteed to be be absolute torture.
...or at least that's what Elke assumed.
Considering the fact that she'd been out of the system since her seventh birthday, the hierarchy of educational buildings was a little lost on her.
She'd gotten a little bored of the other schools, seeing as most had track records of her, and had offhandedly decided to try one for older kids. She was more than a little disappointed, to say the least.
What the hell did these kids do for fun? There wasn't a play ground... not even crappy hopscotch games! In fact... it looked like everyone she'd wandered past so far was content with chatting among themselves, eating lunch, or doing homework. Who did homework at lunch!?
Hiking the unattended backpack she'd picked up off the floor onto her shoulder a little higher, she continued on her merry way through the halls, looking for something even remotely interesting to do. "What's in this freaking thing, anyway? It weighs a ton."
"Maybe it's filled with bricks, boss... like in the cartoons." The ever helpful duplicate at her side answered, shuffling through a pamphlet she'd picked up by the main office. Some kinda safety things she didn't understand, but it had pictures (that she didn't understand either), but at least she was content.
Glaring at her "Twin" Elke dragged the backpack to her front and unzipped it to find out. What greeted her was a pile of books and papers, which upon inspection, she didn't understand in the least. "That the #$%@& is Algebra?... here, look busy with this and shut up."
Handing the book to the clone, Elke slowed to a stop and plopped the bag on a table so she could filter through it easier. The duplicate stared at the thick math book in her hands, before opening it and depositing it on her head like a hair.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Oct 14, 2012 18:53:27 GMT -6
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The history building's hallway was one of the quieter places on campus. Hardly anyone was there, save for passing period. Being out-of-the-way and free of his judgmental classmates, it was the spot Clyde preferred during lunch. That noon, it had been empty when lunch started, and he had found a corner between one of the hallway's desks and the wall to sit and prepare for his English test. He had the text open and was reading quietly.
>>“What the #$%@& is Algebra? ...here, look busy with this and shut up.”
That rather loud (not to mention uncouth) outburst broke Clyde's train of thought. People were in the hallway, yakking away. It had to be while he was studying?
Remaining seated but looking up, he saw two dark-haired girls standing in front of another table not far from him, busily rifling through books, papers, and anything else one could find in a backpack. Strangely enough, they were completely identical from their faces to their shoes. They must have been twins. Even more strange, they did not look much older than elementary school kids. Besides, what high school student did not know about Algebra? What were they doing at the high school during lunchtime?
“Shouldn't you two be in school?” he asked them, raising an eyebrow. It was not really a question, but he did wonder what their explanation would be.
Considering their curiosity about the backpack's contents, it quite evidently did not belong to them. It appeared some unfortunate student left theirs unattended for a few minutes. He had no clue who these girls were, but they should have been old enough to know better than to steal one's stuff. He eyed the one girl's Algebra book/hat and crossed his arms.
“Somebody's going to be missing that, you know,” he lightly scolded them, referring to the backpack and its contents. “You should put that back.”
Elke stopped the mad rummage through the book bag, with a half eaten sandwich in a baggy in hand, and turned to glance over her shoulder at the owner of the voice. "Uh, I am in school, dummy." Rolling her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world, she elbowed her clone in the ribs and the two of them snickered quietly to themselves.
“Somebody's going to be missing that, you know, You should put that back.”
"Finders keepers! They shouldn't have left it out in fro--Mrrfffuffhurff!"
As quickly as she could, the Native jammed the sandwich in her hand into her clones giant, gabbing mouth to stop the incriminating flow of words tumbling out of it. Really, they were more trouble than they were worth, sometimes. "As my sister was saying... It shouldn't have been left out in front. We were gonna look through it to try and figure out who it belongs to... then give it back to them."
Totally solid, completely-not-see-though lie. Man, was she good, or was she good? Grabbing the book off of her clones head, as well as the sandwich, she stuffed both objects back into the bag and zipped it back up.
"What's it to you, anyway?" Stupid nosy people... always ruining her fun.
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Clyde had walked right into that one. Technically, this was a school, but it was not the right one for girls their age. They looked completely out of place. Heck, at times, people had wondered if HE was in the right place. He felt like kicking himself for that one.
>>“Finders keepers! They shouldn't have left it out in fro—Mrrfffuffhurff!”
After a bit of a scuffle between the two, the more dominant twin shoved her sandwich into her sister's mouth.
>>“As my sister was saying... It shouldn't have been left out front. We were gonna look through it to try and figure out who it belongs to... then give it back to them.”
Somehow, Clyde doubted that the girl was telling the truth there. The other's little outburst had told him plenty about their true intentions. Teenagers were not as easy to fool as little kids. Their ignorance was almost funny. “Sure,” he replied, his voice filled with an obvious amount of sarcasm.
>>“What's it to you, anyway?”
Of course, those little brats were not going to take him seriously. To them, he did look younger. Slowly, Clyde stood up. The twins were taller than him, but not by much. If he could not appeal to their morality, he could still convince them that their “loot” was worthless.
“I really don't think you'll be interested in that stuff. It's all homework and books,” the teenage kid said. Again, he crossed his arms. “You probably shouldn't be here, anyways,” he added, his eyes narrowing. “This is a high school. If Dr. Boding finds you, he won't be too happy.”
The vice principle had a bit of a reputation at this school when it came enforcing the school's rules. Funnily enough, nothing ever seemed to bode well with him.
“I really don't think you'll be interested in that stuff. It's all homework and books,”
At that, Elke glanced at the bag again. Just homework?... Only books? Weren't school kids supposed to have fun things too? Where were the Crayons? The playdough and candy!? Jeez... if this was what kids did in school these days, Elke was rather glad she'd escaped before she'd escaped before everything had gotten boring.
"What if I wanted to learn, uh... physics, huh?" What the hell was physics, anyway?
“You probably shouldn't be here, anyways, This is a high school. If Dr. Boding finds you, he won't be too happy.”
She narrowed her eyes right back, ignoring her clone as it edged closer to the backpack behind her. Mr. Boding, whoever he was, sounded like a jerk. Or, maybe she was labeling him as such because this kid was being a jerk, had named him, and now he was therefore a jerk by association.
"I ain't afraid of no one. Especially not some dude I've never even seen." She lifted a hand to pretend to inspect her nails, because that's what all of the snobby important people did on TV. " 'Sides... how do you know I ain't just short fer my age?"
What was the worst some stupid teacher guy could do, anyways, kick her out? Call the cops? Heck, she'd just get slapped on the wrist and dragged to Susan's office.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Oct 15, 2012 23:20:23 GMT -6
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The twin who was doing all of the talking just glared back at him. Thankfully, it seemed that she had lost interest in the stolen backpack, though her twin was still looking at it in the background. Clyde had hoped that the girls would leave the area, but it was becoming clearer that they were not going to leave. Of course, he was not close to intimidating in the first place, but still, those girls even had the nerve to disregard authority. Was peace and quiet too much to ask for? Sure, he could have found another spot, but there was no way that he was going to let the pair of brats drive him out.
>>“I ain't afraid of no one. Especially some dude I've never seen.”
“Really...” Clyde muttered in a tone that was barely audible. He rolled his eyes as she looked at her nails like some lazy receptionist. That one in particular had some ego issues.
>>“Sides... how do you know I ain't just short fer my age?”
This girl was STILL trying to lie to him. Or, perhaps, she was just asking pointless questions in an effort to annoy him. Either way, Clyde did not like backing down. “Height's got nothing to do with it. I'm a highschoolah,” he countered. That last part sort of flew out unchecked. Having not found a simple way of avoiding the perplexed expressions that were almost sure to follow, he tried to change the subject, hoping that remark would slip under the radar. “Anyways, real highschoolahs know what Algebra is.”
The Native shrugged, ignoring her twin as it stuffed a hand into the backpack, and took the sandwich baggy back out. "That so, smart guy? Well even if I wasn't a highschoolah i'd have no need for Algebrah. S'not like people use math all that much in the real world anyway."
She glanced over at her clone with a confident smirk on her lips, looking for confirmation... and instead found that the girl had stuffed the sandwich in her mouth, plastic baggie and all. She was chewing away noisily, perfectly happy with her snack, until she noticed Elke looking at her. Well, glaring, really. "...Cun ah kerp et?"
Blinking at the clone in disbelief, Elke knew just what to say in response. "HIYAHH!" Miming every Kung Fu movie she'd ever seen, the twelve year old karate chopped the duplicate striaght in the throat.
"URK!" Choking and sputtering the twin toppled, flopping onto her side on the floor, where she squirmed and coughed. The half chewed food and plastic plopped out onto the ground, while the clone whined. Elke curled a lip at the sight, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned her attention back to the meddlesome boy.
"Besides, who's gonna find out? Unless someone tattles on me..." She pulled herself up, puffed out her chest to make herself look bigger, and pinned a glare on him. Maybe intimidation would work to chase him off, so she could get back to having fun.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Oct 20, 2012 13:59:27 GMT -6
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Wasn't like people ever used math in the real world? Boy, was she ever wrong. And was she mocking his accent? Sheesh.
Clyde watched as he girl noticed her twin behind her. The twin was eating a sandwich from the backpack, plastic bag included. Then, she was asking if she could keep it? That had to be one dumb kid.
Suddenly, the other yelled loudly. Clyde's eyes widened as she struck her twin in the throat. The blow caused her to choke until the food popped out. His face showed a slight grimace. Whoever the backpack belonged to, they were probably not going to want their sandwich back.
That thought aside, he looked down at the girl's sister, who appeared to be in pain. She might have been a brat, but getting jabbed in the throat was a harsh punishment. “Ah you all right?” he asked automatically, not really expecting nor waiting for a response.
>>”Besides, who's gonna find out? Unless someone tattles on me...”
Looking back up, he could see that the leader was trying to make herself look as big as possible. Was she trying to scare him? Sure, she was bigger than him, and, judging by the attack on her sister, she could probably kick his butt; however, so could about any of his classmates. Clyde was not going to let her, of all people, scare him, though at this point, it might be better to tone things down, or else wind up like her twin. Still, the remark about tattling infuriated him. He was a teenager, not a whiny little boy.
He straightened back up and locked eyes with her, glaring slightly. “Nah, tattling for little kids,” he answered. “Just don't come crying to me if the teachers catch you here.”
The duplicate whined from her spot on the floor, rubbing at giant sore spot that was her throat. She may have answered him, maybe, if it hadn't hurt enough already just to whine. After hearing what the boy had to say, Elke deflated her rather pathetic attempt to look bigger, and answered for it.
"Don't worry about her, she ain't even real." The twelve year old crossed the hallway, leaving the clone and backpack behind, and shoved a hand out in the kid's direction. "I'm Elke. You're a highschooler? You don't look like none of the other kids."
Down the hallway a ways, a rather tall, broad shouldered seventeen year old was marching along, grumbling under his breath about missing backpacks, while eyeballing all the dark corners he passed. Elke of course didn't notice him, and she'd pretty much already forgotten about the backpack seeing as her attention had been shifted to the kid who stood up to her. He was more entertaining than a bunch of books, anyway. Unfortunately, her duplicate had been left behind with incriminating evidence literally on the floor in front of her, as well as a few crumbs on her face. It didn't take the kid very long to spot his property, unzipped and open, with some of his stuff spread out on a table.
"My bag!"
Elke turned and glanced over her shoulder in time to see the seventeen year old's speedy approach, while her clone started to pick herself up off the ground. "...uh-oh."
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Nov 20, 2012 22:32:28 GMT -6
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Answering his slight concern, the girl claimed that her twin was fine because she was not real. What did she mean she wasn't real? She looked real! He soon concluded that she was simply pulling his leg. She was extending her hand out for a handshake and saying that her name was Elke. That was an unusual name. And, of course, there was the usual confusion regarding his appearance.
“Clyde,” he responded, cautiously shaking her hand. It seemed an oddly formal greeting for a young kid, so Clyde was suspicious that she had something along the lines of a hand buzzer hidden. One could never be too careful. He was trying to decide how to reply to her observation when...
>>”My bag!”
The backpack's owner, a large, fellow upperclassman, decided to drop by. He was quickly zeroing in on the dumb twin and the bag's scattered contents. Clyde could not tell for sure, but he seemed pretty ticked off. He hadn't been at the school long enough to even know the guy's name, but he guessed that out of all owners the backpack could have had, the owner being this big guy was probably the worst case scenario. Would he try to hurt the girl? Maybe he was really laid back and he'd let it slide? At that point, Clyde had no clue as to what the big guy would do. Even worse, he was not that far away from the culprits. He might get seen as an accomplice. All he could do was wait for what came next with a startled expression.
The clone froze, staring down the large boy heading it's way. Elke didn't know how exactly this was going to go down, but she knew that bigger people had a tenancy to like lording their advantage around over the heads of smaller folk.
...That's exactly why she had a few plan's in place for just such an occasion.
See, Elke wasn't a stranger to getting into trouble. She got into trouble a lot, and it often involved people larger than herself. Badger, one of the kids who lived in her community, was just such an example. The move she was about to execute had worked on him once, and only once, but had probably saved her life. (or so she liked to believe)
"Execute plan D!"
Her shout caused both the backpack's owner to look her way, and the clones. Instantaneously, her twin knew what to do. Rearing a leg back, she planted it swiftly between the guy's legs. He attention shifted back too slowly, and the poor boy dropped to a knee from the pain.
"Now RUN!"
The clone took off in one direction, fleeing as fast as her twiggy legs would take her from the scene of the crime, while Elke reached out to grab for Clyde's wrist. She needed to run as well, and couldn't very well leave her new buddy standing around in the war path of a meat head with injured pride. "Come with me!"
The destination set in her mind was outside of the school itself, though still on school grounds. She knew there were a few trees out there, and tree's were great for hiding places.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 23, 2013 0:28:59 GMT -6
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For a moment, Clyde thought that the twin was going to do nothing, but as soon as Elke shouted something about a Plan D, her twin give him a kick in the fork. It took balls to... well... kick a guy that big in the balls. Admittedly, it was sort of funny to watch a teen that size double over in pain just from getting kicked by a little girl. However, that might not have been such a good idea. He was only mad because she'd eaten his food. Officially, he hadn't even done anything that would justify getting kicked like that. Now, once he recovered, he would be angrier than ever, and possibly more willing to use force. Worse yet, he was probably going to blame him, too.
The age shifter hesitated to move at first when Elke grabbed his arm and shouted at him to run, her sister already taking off in the other direction. Thinking about it, he could either run with her, or take his chances against the guy.
He was definitely going to choose run.
With his flight responses kicked in, he didn't make much of an effort to break away from Elke's grasp as she ran pulling him by the arm. The whole time, he didn't look behind him to see if the big teen was following. She seemed to be leading him outside to an area of the campus that was filled with trees. There were a lot of hiding places in there, but not as many people to stop the guy if he decided to do something. It was when they reached that place that he tried to get his arm back from her.
“That wasn't such a good idea. What if he gets his friends?” he pointed out in a serious tone. He could picture it – a group of guys, all around the same size as the one she ticked off, trying to hunt them down in revenge. What did he just get dragged into?
“That wasn't such a good idea. What if he gets his friends?”
Elke dropped her grip on him, leaning over into her knees as she caught her breath, and grinned. "If he does, then we'll just have to take them all on. I've been in scraps before... ain't no thang."
Of course, in most of those scraps she had buddies with her.
... and usually the target didn't have friends.
" 'sides, i'm not the one who kicked him.. the clone did it. So we're off the hook." Speaking of clones.. if the backpack's owner did come'a looking, she could always pop out two more. Three against one wasn't all that scary, even if he was probably a lot older than her... and bigger than her... and angrier than her... Maybe she could even take him down, and gain some street cred with the high school kids? Yeah! that'd be super cool.
While she mind wandered away with daydreams of how popular she would be, toppling a giant like that, she busied herself with climbing into a low hanging branch of the nearest tree. Wiggling out onto the branch a ways until she was settled, she turned expectant eyes to Clyde and waved her hand at him. Clearly, she expected him to join her in on the branch.
After a moment, though, she thought of something. Something that would throw a wrench in her gears and mess up all her fun. What if that big lunk-head went and tattled? She honestly didn't expect him too, because if he did he'd lose his man card forever... but... what if? Clyde's words came floating back to her, as well as her response to him. She couldn't let him know that getting ratted on and found my a teacher really did bother her... because then all of her proud words from before were worth zippity squat.
... but she also couldn't ignore the fact that she'd get carted off back to her social worker's office if the law got it's grubby hands on her. After a moment of quietly glaring at the leaves to her left, she turned her chin and focused on Clyde again.
"You should leave with me... Schools for chumps anyway, right?" Maybe he'd accept, and then she'd have someone to hang out with... without the threat of detection. "We could sneak into the movies... and get ice cream from this vendor in Centeral Park! he always gives me free stuff, but you have to be extra sappy about it. Lay on the drama all thick like, ya know."
The more she thought about it, the more she was sure he'd accept. Who'd want to sit around in a boring school anyway, when there's so much fun to be had?! In Elke's mind, it was already decided, even though she hadn't even heard his reply yet.
Posted by Clyde Lambert on Jan 25, 2013 0:42:38 GMT -6
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The run left Clyde a bit exhausted, and he had to pause for a while to catch his breath. Meanwhile, he could hear Elke boast about how they'd be able to take on several highschoolers. Sure, she had been in scraps... as if he was going to believe that. Luckily, he didn't see the guy anywhere nearby, so, for now, he should be safe.
While he was still catching his breath, Elke had managed to quickly scale one of the trees. From one of the branches, she was waving at him, trying to convince him to climb up as well. However, there was NO WAY he was getting up there. He was too old for climbing trees. Besides, it was dangerous. Slipping while climbing something like that was a hazard, and there was no telling if the branch would support his weight. Instead, he continued standing at the base of the tree and looking up at Elke.
The bossy way Elke treated her sister was a bit much, but referring to her as a clone was awfully strange and a bit appalling. “Why do you call yah sistah a clone?” he questioned. “I doubt she appreciates being called that.” Come to think of it, the twin ran off in the complete opposite direction, the guy possibly chasing after her. “Is she even going to be all right if that guy gets her?”
Even more, Clyde couldn't believe what she'd suggested. “I can't ditch school! It'd be truancy!” he exclaimed. He'd figured that Elke was a bit of a wild child based on the way she'd acted so far, but... that was quite much for a girl her age. Who was watching her? The fact was, she should be in school. He'd never gotten a reason that would explain why she was at the high school instead, so he figured he'd start there. “Why don't you tell me why you ah heah in the first place?” he asked, casting a suspicious look at her. “Do you even go to school? As in, elementary school?”
“Why do you call yah sistah a clone? I doubt she appreciates being called that.”
Blinking back a frown, since Clyde apparently wasn't going to join her, she rolled her eyes instead and flopped back on the branch. Tucking her arms behind her head quickly, the Native droned out the same response she gave to everyone who asked that kind of question.
"Cuz she's not real." It was a simple enough answer in her mind, but she was sure it didn't satisfy him. They never satisfied anyone. "She ain't like you and me, flesh and blood and what not" Rolling into a seated position, she made to prove her point my duplicating right there on the branch. A twin separated from her, suddenly coming into it's own body and mind.
... and it promptly fell out of the tree.
Elke bit back a giggle, wincing instead, and dropping an elbow on her knee. Then her chin nestled into a palm, and she stared down at the boy. "They go all goopy after about a day, straight up melt." She thought about the other clone, as he'd pointed out, who had run off in a different direction. "We're connected or something though, so if the other one get's into a brawl... I'll feel it." There, a through (in her opinion) and not-so-simple explanation. Maybe that would settle things.
“Why don't you tell me why you ah heah in the first place? Do you even go to school? As in, elementary school?”
The thirteen year old scowled, her back straightening at what she assumed was an insult. With practiced ease, she hopped from the branch and landed in a crouch below. " School? $#@%, I don't have no need for school." The native spat on the ground and crossed her arms over her chest. "There ain't nothing they can teach me in a school, that I can't learn on my own."
After staring him down for a good long while, until she thought she had her point across, she turned away finally. " Besides, I ain't allowed back at most of the schools around here. They got my face on record, and if they catch me i'll be carted off so fast my head'd spin."