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.
Her temp had risen to a solid 103. She wrinkled her face at the beeping of the thermometer and attempted to bury herself deeper in her blankets.
He said something about staying. She blinked sleepily. Eh, whatever. What did she care if he loitered?
"Don't mess with my stuff or I'll @#$&in' stab you again." ... That sounded much less threatening with no voice.
He prattled on, stuff she barely had the energy to pay attention to. "I already informed everyone." She whispered and flopped a hand at his concern.
She started zoning back out, am still hanging off the side of the bed. Eventually she actually did fall back asleep, but not before snagging the sleeve of his shirt in her grip and... holding it. Just held on through snoozing.
She wouldn't remember it later and would have never admitted it out loud anyway, but having someone there was a bit of comfort.
His lips were also moving, but @#$& her if she could understand what he was saying. She registered exactly two words.
Soup and Ibprophen.
She nodded mutely, not even bothering to try and respond with her sore throat, and reached out for the Tupperware of soup. The soup was good. Didn't even have to taste like food. Just boiled sustenance that would sit fine in her stomach, hopefully.
She peeled the lid off and tipped it back, gulping greedily for a moment. She stopped herself before she could get full, just in case it disagreed with her stomach. Small doses.
"...prophen."
She set the Tupperware off to the side and flopped back into her bed, tucking herself under her covers just as the whole room started to spin.
"...How'd you get in." It came out as a raspy croak. She couldn't remember unlocking the door for him. She covered her head with her blanket a moment later to lock in a coughing fit and poked a hand out to reach for a nearly empty box of tissue.
Elke hadn't intended to live alone. Way back when she had decided she wanted to do the school thing, after quite a bit of pestering from Saph, she'd chosen a shared dorm. Two small bedrooms split by a bathroom and a living area that bled into a small kitchen.
She'd started off with a roommate. A very annoying girl who liked to stay up late talking on her phone well into the wee hours of the morning. That had lasted exactly as long as it took Elke's patience to snap. Turns out installing a signal blocker just outside of your roommate's doorway could be considered "hostile", but Blondie had called her a psycho and left so... a win in her books!
The next girl who ended up living with her was pretty short-lived, too. She tried to bring a boy home and after one ill-advised comment about two girls living together, he left with a broken nose.
The third and final attempt had been been a boy. He'd was fine at first, but as time went on he got progressively messier. He came home one day after filling the shared sink with dirty dishes, to find all of the dishes gone. Elke was chewing on a piece of pemmican at the shared table. He'd found all of the dirty dishes in his bed.
It had been a year and no one else had been brave enough to try living with her again.
As such, she had moved a bit more into the rest of the apartment.
The walls in her room were half decorated with colorful artifacts of her culture. An old feathered headdress that she had used to wear as a kid, which was distinctly not Oneida, was still present and strung up in one corner of her room. She had her window decorated with an older, well-used Dancing shawl in place of curtains, and another carefully tacked up on a wall like art. Feathers, horns, a slew of different kinds of knives, and such littered the few shelves she had.
Her bed was pushed up against the window that overlooked the busy city below, with a small nightstand beside it. A full, but organized desk was tucked in the only empty corner with all of her school work and books, as well as her still open laptop on the last project she had been working on.
Her various projects had bled out into the living room, where a small loom was propped up by the couch, with an authentic woven blanket from the Rez draped over the cushions. Small round embroidery hoops were scattered across the coffee table, with an assortment of cups full of different colors and types of beads. She had been working on beaded animal patches at some point.
Her kitchen was the messiest part of the whole place. It was clear she had been up at some point and poking around, looking for something to eat and then giving up. No food was out, but she had raided her storage of dried foods.
The spare room was full of plastic boxes full of all sorts of other crafts, almost all of them related to the upcoming Powwow's and the gear she would need for the competitions.
The few costumes she had were hanging on a rack in one corner and stood in stark contrast to the color scheme and patterns she normally wore.
She was completely out when he came in. Didn't even hear him announce himself. She coughed a few times in her sleep and stirred, but only enough to yank her blanket up further as her fever addled body decided it was cold again.
When she finally woke up a few hours later it was too the feeling of damp rags on her. It took entirely too long for her to work through how they had gotten there.
"...-avier?" Ah, @#%&, her voice was giving out.
With a grunt, she pushed herself onto an elbow and knocked the wet rags off.
The thermometer in her mouth started beeping. She lifted a hand to grab it, aware of all the extra effort the action suddenly seemed to take.
... She hated being sick. She was normally good at avoiding it.
102.7
@#$%. With a groan, she shifted onto her side and cracked her window open a bit more. It was a careful balance between keeping her blankets on her legs and a breeze on her face, or she'd probably die.
The coughing didn't help, either. What had started off as an annoying sniffle had transitioned into a full blown cough that kinda made her feel like she was suffocating. It had been five days of late nights studying, shooting down Xavier's attempts at various date ideas, and canceling plans with her dad and lil Bro... which she also hated. She had a final coming up and currently didn't even feel like she could concentrate enough to read anymore workbooks without developing a full blown migraine.
Her phone chimed above her head, on the headboard attached to her bed-frame, and she sluggishly reached for it.
A billion texts assaulted her eyes, all of them from Xavier, most of them about soup. He'd made soup. Of course he had.
'Neat.'
She responded back, not really thinking about what he was talking about or asking. Maybe if she agreed with him he'd shut up for a while and let her sleep.
Another text pinged before she'd even set her phone back down. She swore, loudly, and opened it.
'...Should i come over?'
'Sure. She typed back, pausing momentarily as a coughing fit hit her full force.
Did he even know where she lived? She was pretty sure she hadn't ever told him.
Hazily she tapped her address and dorm number in, and then slapped her phone back down.
She wasn't sure how long it would take him to get there, or when he even planned on coming over, but she struggled herself up to go unlock her door anyway.
Then she flopped back into her bed, pulled her blanket up over her askew pajamas, and went back to sleep immediately.
Elke didn't reply about the mutant thing right away. It was no business to anyone but herself after all. She did turn and look at the girl at her comment about the cabinet.
"Who gives a sh*t? It's gonna be obvious that someone took something when my stuff ends up online, and those papers you grabbed are missing from the cabinet." She flipped the crowbar in her hand and caught it. "Hell, even if we hadn't taken anything he would have tried to blame it on a break in any way. Probably at pawns of his political rivals trying to set him up." Which was funny seeing as that was also something that was rumored to be happening behind the scenes.
Elke stilled when she heard the voices, turning to face the closed office door. Well, looks like she wasn't gonna get out of this one without a fight after all. Hopefully, they weren't super powerful, whoever they were.
"Nope." She tucked the little, solid metal bar through a belt loop, and reached back into her backpack for her slingshot and ammo pouch.
"Can you actually fight, or are you more of a sneak thief?" She kept her voice down as she palmed a few large ball bearings, got one loaded and ready, and snuck around to the side of the door that would keep her visually hidden from view as long as possible. Elke grinned widely at the idea L proposed, though she wasn't sure if they exactly had the same idea in mind. She fished out the pink taser and tossed it back toward the girl.
"Yeah, and dead people can't defend themselves."
Out in the hall, slowly heading toward the office and on high alert, were 5 suits. They were a part of the mob that L had mentioned, and had coincidentally swung by the same-day on orders from a higher up. When they'd shown up and used the key they had been given to get in they found the whole place smelling like gas.
"You think he's really planning on backstabbing us like the boss thinks?" One muttered to another, while nervously shifting his finger on the trigger of his gun. His companion muttered something in Russian back at him and they all fell quiet as they rounded on the office door and started opening it.
A short blonde, possibly with a pink taser and just the more ridiculous outfit, was the first thing they spotted. The guy at the head of the group opened fire immediately striking her directly in the head and chest.
They rushed in with guns drawn, and Elke strang into action by clocking the one closest to her in the side of the head with a large ball bearing point blank and at full draw. It THOCKed into his head and he pitched to the side immediately.
Not left with much time, she rushed in to seize the gun gripped in the next one's hand, threw an elbow up into his face, and spun to fire two shots at the third closest one. The first shot hit him in the shoulder and he jerked away, while the other two ran for cover.
The Native stretched her hands in her gloves, watching as the pipsqueak got right to work. "Why wait for someone else to step up and do it when I feel like I'm a perfectly capable candidate? I don't like the idea of @#$%'s like him skating by Scott free for however long it takes for that to happen."
She shifted her backpack around, face and head still covered by her scarf and hood, and dug the small crowbar she had in there out.
"Did you know that this seeping butthole of a man shot down a bill that could have put extra funds toward the mutant kids who have to deal with out of control powers? That funding could have put a lot of @#$%in' children through needed therapy and specialized training."
Using the small crowbar she headed for the locked cabinet drawer L had mentioned and with ease popped it open. The lock was a cheap variety that bent when enough pressure was applied.
Miss piggy was gonna stay nice and safe in her pocket. Elke was not about to get tased tonight.
L explained a bit more about why she was there, and Elke nodded. It made sense. His ties to corruption were deeper than normal and connected to a mob. That was actually valuable information and if she managed to leak it she was sure he'd end up with a price on his head. Fitting.
"Can't stand corrupt, lazy politicians... and he's one of them. He's been documented taking money from various sources under the table to funnel into his own wealth and has been a thorn in the side of almost every idea brought to the table that could actually help the people who need it most."
She glanced over at the shorter Blonde. "Gonna take what I found and leak it online, burn the place down, and then, after they build it all up again, I'll burn it down a second time." That was, of course, assuming he lived long enough for the building to get back up.
The Office wasn't too far. Up the grand stairs and down a tiled hallway. She'd left the door open as she left, so it was obvious which office it was.
Other than the desk having been carefully rifled though, the rest of the place was untouched. She hadn't come to take out her anger on furniture and walls. She'd come with the intention of crippling someone who, in her mind, was lower than pond slime.
Juniper popped up by his side, with Elke following from the other side. The three of them looking down at Azar from above was surely a frightening sight.
"Want me to pull one of his lungs out?" Juniper added in helpfully since they were apparently threatening people now and she was pretty decent at that.
Elke managed not to look surprised, and without missing a beat tossed in, "Start with the left one."
Azar, because he was a semi-smart man, threw in the towel immediately.
"Okay! Okay, I'm sorry! I lied, okay?! I didn't set all of those fires. Someone else did!"
Elke didn't look won over and looked over at Juniper. "Can he live without a liver?"
Juniper smiled pleasantly back at the Native. "For a while."
"No, wait! I did do a bunch of other stuff though! I confess! I'll confess okay?! Don't take my organs out!"
A few minutes later he had confessed to exactly zero murders, a host of assaults and some arsons, and a few robberies. Juniper wasn't surprised, of course, because she knew he hadn't committed some of that stuff, but Elke looked a little miffed. Her lead had ended up a dead end. Some poser trying to be bigger than he was by taking credit for worse crimes.
The police were on the way, which meant they would need to give statements about what had happened and... Juniper was not enthused.
She was visibly nervous even though she hadn't done anything wrong.
"So, you guys don't need me anymore, right? I should probably go pick up more apples and-"
"Hey."
Juniper turned, looking over at the taller teen who was watching her with arms crossed and a frown. "Don't go..."
Was she about to say something inspirational to get her to stay? A compliment on how she'd done, or something to reaffirm that she didn't need to be worried?
"They need your statement you dip@#$%, or else they won't get the whole story. You're the one he originally bragged too."
"I AM NOT A FAN OF THIS." She just needed to make sure someone knew that.
They were outside faster than she could comprehend and the oxygen-rich, smokeless air had never been so good. She breathed slowly so that she wouldn't just pass out from a sudden influx of oxygen, and rested her hands on her knees as soon as she was set down.
Xavier threw a comment her way and she shot a dirty look back and stuck her tongue out at him. So what if the brat had a few karma points now? That made her less a hero and more a criminal with a conscience. "Whatever."
Of course, the whole damn bar had to come out with them. Elke breathed in deep, shook her arms out, and got ready. "Let em come."
They did.
The mob converged on them quickly and split. Elke was smart enough to know they were playing a violent game of keep away, so she hovered around Juniper (begrudgingly) since she still had their prize. "Don't get caught, Blondie."
Elke dove in with eager fists and feet. Punching, kicking, sweeping... Elbows flew and at least two noses and one sternum cracked. Xavier looked like he was having the time of his life, and so did she. Just between the two of them, they were quickly mowing through the crowd.
Things happened in quick succession. Elke hated feeling like this; unable to follow. It was why she didn't drink or eat things that messed with her perception.
She was fumbling for a plan to get out of the knife at her throat. She had no reason to believe he was bluffing, so she was sure she couldn't just brute force her way out.
A blur of movement had her thinking Xavier was back on his feet and coming at them, but... no. Too small. Blondie?
The most bizarre non-feeling of having someone reach right through you was... ick. Just ick. She didn't blame her dad for not liking it either. But, the knife was gone and she was able to hurl herself to safety even as shorty tackled Azaar to the ground and got the knife away from him.
She was not able to roll away from the bast, but thanks to Xavier, she didn't have to.
It was a short, hot bast of fire that ended quickly and set many things on fire. Mostly the carpet.
"Collect the target and get out!" Regardless of if it had gone south, they still needed him for now. If at least to hogtie and drop off at the police department. She first thought wasn't of Juniper and her safety, but mostly because she just kinda expected her to handle herself at this point.
Elke got busy by heading to the door to yank it back open so they could leave.
"Oh good, you're useful for once." The Native shot Juniper a very sarcastic thumbs up.
"Yeah, man, I'd just tell me. The small I go with these things the more likely it is your gonna end up with some inside you. Not how you thought your night was gonna go, huh?"
They argued back and forth a bit and she shot him in the leg a few times out of spite, but... it wasn't working. Usually, by now she'd be breaking fingers and toes, but nooooo, Mr. Goodietwoshoes over there wouldn't stand for it. At least they have a witness in Blondie, though she wasn't very credible.
But... uh...
Huh. Breathing suddenly felt a lot less productive. She sucked in a deep breath and concern bloomed when it made her dizzy. Gas? Secondary mutation? Elke rubbed at her eyes with a thumb and finger and took a heavy step back around the same time it seemed to be affecting X as well.
Reacting quickly to Xavier falling was near impossible. Azar fell as well, hit the floor on his side, and let out a groan of pain, but didn't seem affected like they were. He was already getting himself up as they were all struggling more.
"Abort! We gotta get-"
Azar tackled her mid-sentence, sending them both to the floor. She got in a lucky shot at his jaw, but things felt like they were moving too slowly and her head was starting to swim-
"Nobody @#$%ing move of I cut this @#$%&'s head off!"
He'd found the knife she had sheathed at her waist and had gotten it up to her throat already.
... @#$%!
Elke's eyes sought out Xavier, unsure of how he would react or... what she was gonna do really while feeling like she was going to pass out.
The tattooed Mutant kicked over one of his lava lamps, stomping on it as he went past to break the bulb and expose the hot wires inside to the fuel spattered carpet in his room. All he needed was a little flame... just a baby one even!
Elke jolted a bit when Juniper vanished out from under her but recovered easily. She still wasn't sure how exactly she was gonna deal with that problem, considering she had a heck of a time even trying to get a hold of her before. SLipper little-
Azar seemed to be taken care of, or at least for the moment. He didn't seem happy up there flailing around angrily but seemed nicely put in place. "Good one Xavier!" Did Elke notice that he got burned? Yes. Did it matter right now? No. He was alive and able to move. Priorities.
"I don't think she minds so much if he's dangerous, ya dingus." Elke left her post by Juniper in order to head over to Xavier's side.
How were they going to do this, then?
"Jeffery Hudson, otherwise know as 'Azar' on the street. You sure to have some fancy-ass stories you like to throw around. Where were you two months ago, the evening of the 11th?"
He cussed some more, thought about it for a second, and then tried and failed to swing at her. He was up too high.
"Like hell if I know. Babe! Babe, I saw your fancy little trick help me out here?!" He was looking over the top of Xavier's head in Juniper's direction.
Elke loaded another, smaller (more painful) ball bearing into her slingshot and pegged him in the stomach before Xavier could stop her. His yelp of pain was satisfactory.
Elke stepped in while tucking another ball bearing in the leather pouch of her slingshot, and moved off to the side toward where Juniper was on the floor.
Xavier didn't waste any time in leaping into action at the first sign of danger. Elke chose to try and knock over Juniper with a foot to pin her. Surprisingly it worked. She seemed.... out of it. Drugs? Alcohol? She was too placid and in a way, Elke wasn't familiar with it. Usually, people on various things were a lot more sporadic and temperamental
Azar dodged to the side, still naked, with a twist of his body. Off the bed and mid-air, the small flame in his hand suddenly exploded outward and he was able to direct it toward X with a swipe of his free hand.
"Not a chance! Get the hell out of here or I'll incinerate the both of you!"
The moment his flame sprouted, the atmosphere in the room shifted. Unbeknownst to everyone but Azar, he was not a fire mutant. Nope. Instead, he was able to dramatically raise or lower the levels of Oxygen around him at will. Most people couldn't detect the change until it was too late.
Azar struggled to hop back into some boxers, awkwardly, while continuing to fuel the small fire in his hand and keep the blast directed at the tall hero.
As he stumbled around he trampled all over Juniper's discarded bag of apples, destroying some and kicking a few others at X as well.
The Oxygen in the room was slowly amping up, a threat of what he could do if pushed, and the flame he was seemingly controlling kept growing bigger.
Until that is, a medium-sized ball bearing smashed the lighter in his hand. Little plastic pieces flew everywhere, as well as fuel.
Elke glanced back down at the girl beneath her foot, who only now seemed to be coming back to a normal headspace.
"The problem is that nobody I spoke to really knows how dangerous he is. He's a bit of a wild card that tends to brag a lot about all of the horrible things he's done to try and scare people."
She moved forward carefully, keeping an eye peeled for all of the doors they passed and any threats possibly hidden inside. The fact that his home base apparently was his brother's bar made her think that more than a few people were in on whatever criminal activities he was a part of.
"More importantly, if your friend does end up being a part of this... how exactly are we gonna apprehend her, too? You think she'll listen if you talk to her?"
the question of the night... which way had they gone?
She listened and from further in she could hear the sound of a door swinging closed.
"Further in." She lead the slow, quiet charge.
The close they got, the louder the guy's voice eventually became.
"-like that, huh?"
Elke steeled herself against the horrors she might see as they approached one of the last closed doors, from which the guys voice was emanating out.
"They all like that one. Yeah. You'll like this, too."
"In three... two.... one."
She reached for the handle and shoved the door open, and what greeted her was....
