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.
She didn't react to him leaning in. Didn't seem to mind enough that she didn't shift away or glare at him. She focused on flipping the blankets over his lap so that there was a smooth area between them for the stuff to sit.
She handed him one project she had been working on and picked up a different one, and whether or not he could guess that she hadn't handed him anything important was up to him.
"Yeah..." She already had a threaded needed in her hand and had snagged one of the small jars filled with blue glass beads. "I used to watch these all the time as a kid. They've just kinda grown on me."
Once she had all of her supplies, she turned her attention to him. It didn't take long to gather up all of the stuff he'd need or his small hoop of cloth and beadwork. His was of a half-finished bird, in blue and orange colors. He had a few pots of both round and flat beads, for the body and the wings. She was working on a mostly fished cuff for one of her dresses, and the project had clearly gotten more of her time than the other.
"You'll want three to four beads on your needle at first, starting here." She pointed with a finger where she had last left off. "Then, once you hit the middle you can add another bead. Don't go over six on a line, or it won't last as long with wear and tear."
She demonstrated this by using her needle to pick up a few beads of her own, choosing to stick with three beads since she was working on a rather intricate pattern. She knew that he knew how to sew, so she didn't bother telling him how to thread it on. She figured he'd watch her and pick it up from there if he still had questions.
After she got him started she lapsed into tired silence, half watching the cartoons as she worked. After a bit, she took a moment to stretch and sat the cloth in her lap.
"... I picked this all up way after my grandfather died. He had always been super into all of the traditional things, but I didn't care much when I was younger. Wasn't really until I started going to classes at the school that I took up an interest in all the things he'd tried to teach me."
She pointed once more at the bird he was working on, "Bluebirds were his favorite from the bird family. He said they brought along the spring and happiness and hope with them."
She launched into a few other short tales, while adding a few more lines of beading here and there on her own project.
A palm went to her head and she sighed. Maybe the fever was coming back? Ugh.
"Uh... yeah, sure. The stuff on the table over there." She gestures at the coffee table full of jars and plastic boxes full of beads, and the basket of needles and various kinds of thread.
As she went to stand, slowly this time, she reached down to grab her bowl of soup and cornbread to take with her.
"I'll get the laptop ready."
She left him to gather up the project stuff and shuffled into her room again. Since there would be two of them now, she needed to make the bed a bit more comfortable for them. Since she had it pressed up against a wall and a window it was pretty easy. She rearranged her pillows a bit, pulled her blinds all the way open, and set her bowl on the window sill.
By the time he'd come in, she was set up in one corner with her blankets over her legs, and the laptop in her lap. She'd brought up view tube and had on a playlist of hundreds of cartoons she loved to watch. Old-time tube TV cartoons of cowboys and rabbits, hunters and space aliens. She was pretty simple with her entertainment, and if it got too distracting while she was beading she'd get frustrated. So.. cartoons it was.
She'd made space for him on the bed beside her, with ample room for all of the equipment they would need.
The Native eyed the gloved hands as they lifted. Not the first instance of someone with the need for them, wouldn't be the last time either. She filed it away for later.
"I've never done security specifically, but I have... side projects that I run frequently that deal with various aspects of what I assume this job will entail. I'm got good surveillance skills, I can follow directions given, and I am adept at multiple forms of combat."
She straightened a little and made direct eye contact.
"My dad is a prominent X-man. He trained me in almost everything I know, and I learned some stuff on the side on my own. I can hold my own against most people."
She hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the bow slung around her shoulders, "I am not classically trained with guns, but I have used them occasionally. I am more confidant with my bow or my slingshot. I am capable at non-lethal and lethal takedowns, if necessary."
"Ask L, she knows!"
One clone strayed too close and received an elbow back into her gut. She coughed and staggered away, and the both of them shut up for good.
"They live for approximately 24 hours, after which they just melt."
"It's pretty gross!" One twin helpfully piped up, while the other just went quiet and seemed to struggle with the reminder of her own limited mortality.
Elke ignored them with practiced ease. "I can make a maximum of 3 dupes. A total of 4 of us."
"Never tried to make more!"
One clone elbowed the other, hard. "Nu-uh! Boss tried, remember? It gave her a wicked headache and nothing happen-"
Elke sighed through her nose, half turned and glared at them, and the two of them went absolutely rigid with fear and silent immediately.
She turned back to the woman, Sveta, after a moment of angry squinting. "...Power enhancing?"
She didn't know what to do with that information. How exactly would her specific power be enhanced?
"To be honest, don't really use my power a lot in everyday situations. It's easier for me to run solo. I generally tend to break them out for very specific tasks."
The clones were whispering, loudly again, about what 'enhancements', they would get from the woman's power.
The Native was surprised to hear Jude's name fall out of the woman's mouth. She hadn't seen him in quite a while.
One of her clones immediately started blushing and the other slugged her in the arm for it.
"Yep. Duplicates." She waved at hand back at them to get them to shut up. Both clones went ramrod straight and immediately silenced.
"They come out kinda stupid, but I've got 'em trained well enough."
She straightened a little while her clones shared a look. "I don't have any control of them outside of physical and verbal commands. We share an empathetic link, but no other."
"It's whatever. I'm better currently, enough to stretch before going back to bed, anyway." She swirled her bowl around a bit, then set it down in favor of grabbing the cornbread from the fridge.
"You can boil it, too. It'd probably taste good in the soup. Like dumplings." She didn't dwell on her previous remarks. She'd said what she felt she needed to say and that was that. Onto the next thing.
Plopping the cornbread onto the counter, she moved out of the way and let him take over. It had been his idea after all.
She was still too out of it to start to think about all of the other things she needed to do, still. Homework, papers, projects.... ugh. A whole ass bucket of beadwork she hadn't touched in like... a week.
She could feel a headache forming and felt the urge for another nap coming on.
"... Wanna help me with beadwork and watch tv after this?"
His... hovering was the annoying thing she'd been concerned about. The Native leveled a look at him that was clearly unimpressed despite how tired she was. "...You're doing that annoying thing I told you not to do..." She waved off his concern again.
"I will rest. I'm not going to lay in bed until I'm covered in bedsores and completely immobile."
She helped herself to a bowl of soup, spooning it out with minimal trouble, and got him a bowl while she was at it.
"That thing you do. When you hover anxiously. It's @#$%ing obnoxious." Elke turned and pressed the half-full bowl at him, completely forgetting about spoons for the moment. "I survived 18 years on this planet without you, I will survive many more without you fliting about like I'm made of glass. If I need help, I'll ask."
She muttered something under her breath about how her dad had done that for a long time as well, as she lifted her own bowl to her lips and took a few small gulps.
Man, whisper yelling took a lot more energy than regular yelling.
"It wasn't." She made eye contact. Or, as much eye contact as she could with red, puffy, itchy eyes. "Bland is tasteless. What you made just highlighted all the flavors that are naturally there." His mom could shove it, chemo or not.
She squinted at him as he went on about clearing his schedule and whatnot, and then ultimately popped the question... albeit in a roundabout way.
... Could he stay.
"Eh. Sure. Just don't mess with my stuff or be like... super annoying."
She cleared her throat or tried to. Talking was exasperating the pain and her voice kept giving out.
"Maybe I'll teach you how to make my usual sick foods at some point."
Finishing off the tea, she shuffled up with the empty cup in hand and made her way carefully into her kitchen.
She couldn't smell anything yet, but she knew the soup was in there.
As she passed by her desk she picked up a hairband along the way, so she could wind her hair up in a messy knot on the top of her head. It had been loose since she had really started feeling ill and if she left it down too long she'd end up with knots.
"If you want some cornbread it's in the fridge. Gotta fry it first though."
She kinda grunted at him at first. "My mom was sick too. Probably a different kind though. She got mad at me whenever I helped her by dumping all her pills down the toilet."
The Native sipped at her tea, enjoying the warmth of it in her mouth and eventually in her belly. It was nice after a glass of cold water.
"Yeah, soup sounds good. Your's was good." Nothing too fancy. Just nice plain stock with all the flavors of the things he'd put in it. She hated soup when people tried to get fancy and added a bunch of extra spices.
She watched him, this giant of a boy, as he bashfully scooted closer to her.
.... Jesus @#$% why was that so adorable.
She ended up scowling at him on accident and covered it up by pulling the tea back to her mouth.
"I... dunno. I felt like I was fine. Like I had a cold or somethin' and then a fever hit me out of the blue and this damn cough kicked up."
A blonde woman came in and from what she was wearing Elke could hazard a guess that she was going to be participating in some capacity. She dropped her arms from her cross to hanging loosely at her sides. "Of course."
The woman introduced herself, as the CEO of all things, and Elke's discomfort jumped from minimal to moderate. Oh @#$%. She was interviewing with the BOSS boss?
"Nice to meet you. I'm Elke Crawford, as you probably already knew." @#%&, was that stupid? That felt stupid.
She shrugged it off before it could show on her face.
Her two clones weren't doing as well as her though and we're trying very hard not to whisper too loudly.
"What's a ceo?"
"I dunno...is that like a BIG or a TLC?"
"Ooh, probably. Wonder what she sings."
One of Elke's eye's twitched.
"Yes Ma'am. Already signed." She pointed a thumb back toward the clones after a moment. "You can ignore them for the most part, they're just here to be tools or props."
She waved him off with as much of an annoyed expression as she could muster. "Don't mother me, Jesus."
Water appeared a moment after she'd asked for one and she took it, sipping at it until it was halfway gone.
"... Thanks."
Did she like having someone putter about worrying over her? Not really. She liked her independence too much. It wasn't horrible though, having him around. Different and slightly annoying, but... kinda nice all the same.
"Tea's fine."
She finished off her water and handed him back the empty cup, scooting herself back in her bed so that she was leaning against the window sill a bit. Being propped up felt better after sleeping for so long.
She cocooned herself in her blanket as he went off to make tea.
"... Never been this sick before. Don't like it. Feel like roadkill." She grumbled softly as he came back, leaving room for him on the edge of her bed in case he wanted to sit. She accepted the steaming cup from him and just held it under her nose or a while.
Elke didn't care if Blondie was robbing one of the guys of all his cash or not. She could steal his shoes too for all she cared. She made no comment on it as she took one last look around the office.
The smoothie comment caught her off guard and she turned back with raised eyebrows.
"...Smoothies?" She cracked, snickering at the idea.
... Wasn't opposed to it though.
"Sure."
Elke pulled a small handheld butane torch out of her backpack and waggled it at the small blonde. "Something else."
The Native left the room, heading back they way she had come to where her abandoned gas tank was. She grabbed it and went back to the window she had come in from. She waited for L to go out first, before dousing the rest of the hallway thuroughly.
Leaving through the window herself she half-closed it, turned her little torch on, and then flung it inside. The window slammed shut right after her as they made their escape.
~~
Miles away in a smoothie shop of L's choosing, Elke lounged back in a chair and sipped at a berry smoothie. It had been a while since she'd had one.
She was scrolling through an active feed about the large fire across town at a city officials office.
The second hit him in the chest and he went down for good. All that left in her immediate vicinity was the guy she'd gotten with her elbow. She turned on him a moment later, about the same time L was sitting back up.
... Huh. Still alive then? That was good. Didn't feel great having children die on her watch.
She pulled the trigger twice more, got him once in the upper chest and once in the throat. He was a goner. She emptied the rest of the chamber and tossed the gun over onto the other dying one.
By that time L had taken care of the fourth. Four shots, a little haphazard at close range but.. eh. It'd worked. She was literally on top of the last one who, to his credit, seemed to know how screwed he was by that point.
The Native stomped her way over and dropped her boot on his neck while he was struggling to keep himself from getting tased in the junk. Nuh-uh. None that. She applied quite a bit of weight, which forced him to turn from protecting his diddlybits to trying to get her foot off of him.
L's pink zappy stick found purchase and Mr. Suit couldn't even scream like he wanted to.
Moments later he was dead as well. She'd circled back around to make sure the first guy she'd gotten was a goner, picked up her ball bearing, and tucked her slingshot away.
She slept for a bit. A little less fitful, and then the fever broke. She didn't dream, which wasn't abnormal. She didn't dream a lot normally either.
Something touched her hand. She stirred, twitched. She didn't remember that Xavier was there at first and yanked her hand away after a moment. Elke was too tired to launch into a full-on attack of whoever it was though, so she just cracks an eye open and was ready to grouse out some smart comment when she spotted his big blonde head.
Oh. Right. It all sluggishly came back to her and she left a little bad about ripping her hand away like that.
Awkwardly, she slid it back over.
"...What time is it?" She managed to get out, but it hurt. A lot. Maybe not talking was on the menu until her throat wasn't all #$%#ed up anymore.
Water. She needed water. How long had it been since she'd drank anything? Elke started pushing herself up slowly. The rag Xavier had put on her slid off.
She'd be lying if she didn't admit to herself that she was nervous. The Native might have come across as calm and collected from the outside, but this was her first ever job interview. She wasn't impervious to pre-employment jitters.
"Woah, Boss... this looks like-" One of her sisters started up, while off to one side marveling at the room.
"...I know. Don't bring it up." She stood smack in the middle of the room, arms crossed and static where she'd been left. She was getting all sorts of flashbacks from the last time she had been in the Danger Room at the school, and how well that had gone.
L had filled her in on a few times before she'd contacted the origination about employment. The little death-proof Blonde hadn't been shy about it after they had completed their unintended job together. She'd been surprised that the place that marketed itself as charitable and upstanding- they had lavish parties with celebrities and all that, after all- was also looking to rule the block from behind the scenes.
Don't get her wrong, she didn't disagree or anything. She just hadn't expected it.
L had gone so far as to try and get her to agree to wear a suit to the interview, which the Native had firmly refused. She didn't belong in suits. Suits were for people who had images to protect, and she was fine with her image being what it was. She'd chosen her usual worn boots, clean black jeans with just a little stretch, one of her nicer shirts that she'd reluctantly bought for presentations in classes, and a warm, black sued jacket with a knit liner to keep the cold at bay. A purple and white geometric patterned wool scarf that one of her Aunties had made her was wrapped around her neck.
She shifted on her feet, adjusted canvas quiver on her back where her bow and arrows were held. Elke flipped one her her braids back behind her shoulder and locked eyes with the other clone for a moment.
