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.
"Look, I'm sorry, But you can't just spring that on someone! I just met you! I don't know your name! I've never been on a date. And you CHASED ME DOWN THE STREET AND HAD YOUR CLONE TACKLE ME!"
She caught up to them and eyed the gooey clone for a moment before turning a reddened, angry expression on Bailey. "Okay, in my defense I didn't tell them to tackle you. I told them to find you... they're just really stupid." She glanced at the big pink smear across his shirt, as well as his very unique socks, before pointedly dragging her eyes away and glaring at a car across the street like it was to blame. "Look... i'm sorry she tackled you and... gooped on you. It was just really insulting that you ran away out the back door on me and all."
"You're really stubborn, though. I'll give you that one."
The grumpy look dissipated a little and a small smirk appeared instead. "...yeah, I get that a lot." She fidgeted, not knowing what exactly she was supposed to do now. She'd already asked him out... and chased him down for an answer...... and then apologized kinda about the clone thing. With a huff she shoved a hand out towards him, refusing to look exactly at him in any manner.
"...I'm Elke." She started, some more grump filtering back into her words. "I really like your socks, and I've never been on a date before either."
She had just barely started to tense enough to throw herself out of the way... either to the side, or onto an over the car, when Saph appeared in front of her and took the impact. It hit him hard enough to knock him onto his butt, and left a good sized chunk of the front bummer and hood caved in. "Dad!"
"@#$%, Lady! Elke, don't you go another damned step."
She didn't. But not because he didn't want her to. Nope, she stayed because she wanted to. Totally. It was also probably going to be amusing watching him chew someone else out for once, instead of her.
The girl behind the wheel did indeed freak out, and just kind of screamed at him in response. The front of her car was dented in and steaming slightly from where she'd hit him, but more importantly in her mind she'd just HIT SOMEONE. Unfortunately her panic translated into a very bad decision to throw her car into reverse to try and flee the scene.
Elke reached back and plucked an arrow from her quiver, eyeing the metal tip for a moment before she knocked it and aimed at the front tire closest to her. With a THWUNK she released the arrow and it flew neatly through the tire and out the other side, hitting the ground somewhere under the car. The punctured tire quickly deflated. The native lined up another shot at one of the back tires, just to be safe, and took it out of commission as well.
She could heard the female inside the car flipping out and rolled her eyes.
She glanced over her shoulder once, but didn't see him. That meant he had either taken to the rooftops, or was going that weird freaky floating thing he could do. 'Falling with style', he called it. So lame. She changed tactics , dropping back slightly so that one of her twins was in the lead, and continued on. When he dropped down in front of her, seemingly from the sky, she was prepared. She shoved the clone in front of her forward, towards the x-man. Then, using her own momentum and strength, she planted a foot on the sacrificed clones back and used her as a spring board to flip herself over the top of her surrogate father.
She landed in a roll behind him, rose into a crouch and glared at him. "Am I done?" She questioned, shifting back and out of his reach. "I haven't even started yet."
She turned her chin up at him, stubborn and angry. She was going to bolt again, but... hesitated. She was angry for a lot of reasons... for the life that had been handed to her, for the way people still treated her like a kid. There were a lot of things she held bitterness in her heart over, but him... he was one she couldn't quite figure out. He was constantly yelling at her, constantly giving her grief for all of her shenanigans. Like a little annoying gnat she couldn't get rid of.
...and yet... he was always trying to get her to better herself. He was always encouraging her to work harder. He was the one that had crawled into her little makeshift tent all those years ago and told her that every thing would be okay. She didn't know how to feel about him. He wasn't her real dad, but he was trying to fill the gap. Hell, he was doing a better job than anyone else before him.
Before she could ponder it further, headlights suddenly sprang to life and were on her like a spot light. She turned her head, still crouched in the middle of the road, to see a small compact car speeding toward her. The driver was currently digging around in her purse in the passengers seat, oblivious to the teen and the adult situated in the road.
The Natives eyes widened and she tensed, unable to move out of the way of the vehicle in time.
"You made the boss mad! Gotta hold you until she gets h... ere.." She felt funny all of the sudden. Why did she feel funny?
He struggled, the clone started to feel rather... odd... and promptly started to melt.
The clone flopped over, warbling quotes from various movies as she tried to keep the pink goo from dripping off her. "I'm melting! Meeelting! Oh what a world, what a wooorld!"
Down the block the real Elke rounded the corner at a ded sprint, arching out into the street a bit as she did so. She spotted her clone flailing about rambling nonsense, as well as the boy from earlier. "Hey! YOU!" Starting toward them, she raised and arm and pointed it at him. "What kind of an A#$hat runs away from a girl!?" The other two clones appeared behind her on the opposite side of the street, but had to stop at a cross walk to wait for the sign to change.
There were no cars, but it was the law, yo. They watched from afar, bouncing on their toes anxiously.
He'd bumped into a clone, as it were. Not the one Elke had originally had with her. For all anybody knew Elke was standing right before him, glaring menacingly down at the teen.
Until she opened her mouth, that is.
Recognition swiftly spawned on the clones face and she pointed one finger at bailey dramatically. "It's YOU!" She then promptly tried to tackle the boy, while simultaneously whistling. After a few terrible, slobbery attempts, she managed to get an ear splitting two-finger whistle off, alerting the other Elke's in the area to her direction. She fully intended on trying to keep bailey exactly where he was until the real Elke could arrive.
--
Meanwhile, about a block away in the opposite direction the real teen heard the shrill whistle and jerked to a stop. She was huffing, nearly out of breath, but turned to try and pinpoint which direction the whistle had come from. Once she had a good guess, she was off again, putting all of her track training to good use. It wouldn't be long until she arrived.
She waited for a few moments while watching un-apologetically as the new woman set about cleaning the floor, with her foot tapping impatiently, and eyeballing her phone every few seconds. He was taking forever! Finally, her impatience won out and the Native left her perch, leaving her clone behind, and stormed into the back get an answer from him one way or another.
The back area was empty.
She spotted a back door an swore colorfully and tore after him. He must have ducked out the back at some point, and she'd been standing up at the front like an idiot! The alley behind the store was empty, save for a few rats that fled in terror from the noise of the door banging open. Her face screwed up, and she lifted two fingers to her lips and belted out a loud, shrill whistle that echoed through the alley.
Activating her power, she popped out two more duplicates just as the third (with an ice cream and sprinkle smeared face) rounded the corner and joined them. The Native glanced at them, leaning into give a quick description.
"Find him." She was determined, and unaware that she was probably tip-toeing into something illegal in her pursuit of the boy. "When you do, signal back with the whistle. We will all meet up after."
All four of them nodded, and split up. Elke watched as two ran one way, while she and the last clone turned in the opposite direction. She'd started using the whistling as a way to keep track of them when she was out... it was a low key but effective tactic in her opinion. Not many people could whistle the way she could.
With a determined frown etched onto her face, the teen took off at a sprint and turned in a different direction then her clones had gone. Between the four of them she hoped that they had a good chance of hunting him down.
She squinted at him, bracing herself on the counter as he struggled for an answer. She was torn between backing off a little, or pressing forward on the matter harder. If he was even slightly thrown off by it, she was wondering just how easy to control he was. Was he like the rest of the boys she knew?
Ding!Din-ding!
The door opened behind her and she turned, momentarily distracted. A woman walked in, nodded, and started to head behind the counter... before she spotted the girl on the floor eating ice cream and surrounded by gloops of pink mystery stuff.
Elke turned away, back toward Bailey, just as he skirted into the back and vanished. "H-hey!" She was tempted to follow after him, but as it turned out the other woman appeared to work there. She was muttering to herself as she moved about setting up wet floor signs around her clone.
With a huff, Elke crossed her arms and stepped away from the counter, falling back to lurk by the front door for an answer. Her clone had gotten up with her, nearly finished with her treat at that point.
"Ah yes, the homework allergy, I've experienced that one myself. Pretty nasty, eh? Can't say I've ever seen someone melt from it though."
She laughed along, maybe a little too readily, and clasped her hands behind her back. Mentally she pumped a fist in the air in celebration. She'd gotten a joke through! Was she supposed to break out the awful pick up lines now? 'Dang, boy! Is your name wifi? Cuz' i'm feelin a connection!' She snapped out of a second later when he started talking again.
"This is kinda sorta maybe my fault, then. See, you're a mutant... And I'm an adapted. Six feet is supposed to be my range. Might want to keep your, uhm, clone, that far away."
... Adapted? What the %#$& was an adapted? She blinked at him, but nodded anyway. She didn't want to seem like an idiot in front of a cute boy. "Oh... yeah, um... totally. That must be it." She chalked it up to him being some type of weird mutant she'd never encountered before and filed away a note to look into it at a later date.
"Sorry 'bout melting, uh, her. You can have that cone on the house. And one for you if you'd like."
...Speaking of dates....
A sly, devilish grin slithered onto her lips. "You know... I don't really want an ice cream a whole lot, but there is something else you could do for me to make up for nearly melting my sister..." She tucked her wallet back into her pocket and leaned on the counter toward him, looking very much like a hyena closing in on her prey.
The native looked at him and shuffled awkwardly for a moment. "I dunno... maybe she's not stable. Maybe i'm sick or something." She couldn't really remember this ever happening before. It was kinda freaking her out. What is something was wrong with her?!
"Uh, Anything that would cause her to... Um... Melt? Or anything else that would make her do that?"
She groaned inwardly, her face reddening. Okay, so... bad joke was bad. "Well, i'm allergic to homework and greek food...." She sighed, fishing out her wallet.
"Look, I'm a mutant." She started, "I make copies of myself. She's one of em." She pointed to the clone, who was busy trying to lick her ice cream up faster than it could melt.
"That's what I meant when I said she wasn't even real." She glanced back again, frowning at her twin. "Though she doesn't usually do that... I don't know what's wrong with her."
"Oh here we go with the hypocrite argument again. I'm an X-Man, Elke. When I put people through walls I do it to save lives and stop really bad guys. I don't do it so that I can look cool climbing down a building. You didn't even look that cool doing it."
"I SO TOTALLY DI-" She cut herself off, fists clenching at her sides. It didn't matter what he said, or what she said back. It wasn't worth it in the end.
"Great, then you can spend that whole damn year GROUNDED! You aren't leaving your room for the next year for anything but school, or training!"
A vein throbbed in her forehead and she honestly looked like she was about to explode like some kind of teenage volcano. The clones shared a look as they slowly got to their feet, and turned matching stares Saph's way. All three of them tensed visibly. Elke sucked a deep breath in...
"SCATTER!
She turned on her heel, putting enough power into her strides that she zipped out of the ally in a flat second. The twins were fast on her heels. All three of them sprinted out into the open road and to the left, down the hill that led into the less desirable part of town. She didn't care if he followed, but she expected him too. He probably wasn't done yelling yet. But, seeing as he could only hobble run, she had a lead on him when it came to speed. The teen was one of the fastest in her schools track team for a reason.
That meant he would have to follow her through some other means... or give up and leave his daughter in the seedy part of town at night.
Posted by Moose on Sept 22, 2016 17:59:08 GMT -6
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"What do you mean by that? I mean, I've heard that twins can be smaller because they share a room 'n all, but you're still both real people!"
Her face turned an odd shade of red and she hastily tried to back peddle. Ignoring for the moment that he had asked her if she wanted anything. "N-no! That's not what I mean! I Meant th--"
".... Ugh... Boss? I don't feel so good..." The clone whimpered, and Elke turned her chin to look at her. She had probably eaten too much of her cone too fast and-
HOLYBALLSSHEWASMELTING
"F@#$%!" She looked like a melting wax figure! Elke shoved the girl away to prevent any of the goop from getting on her clothes, which just so happened to also shove her out of the six foot range Bailey was surrounded by. The twin toppled over, dripping little bits of pink goo everywhere. But she managed to keep a grip on her ice cream!
Flustered and confused, Elke glanced around the shop warily. Was there another mutant close by? She knew for a fact the clone wasn't even close to expiring! She'd only had it for two hours!
The clone purred from the floor, casually licking her cone as she slowly started to return to normal. The Native looked back to the boy, Bailey if his name tag was anything to go by, and laughed nervously.
"...Ehehe... um, so what's in those cones anyway?"
"Nice. That looks real cool. Tell me, Elke. Wachu gonna do when it rains tomorrow, and some dude has a leak in his wall because, look, there's a @#$^in ARROW sticking out of it."
"Oh, I don't know... probably whatever it is the owners of the walls you punch people through do. Management can deal with it."
She nodded her twins over, who dug themselves out of their pile, and the three of them latched onto the rope and tugged. With their combined strength they tore the arrow from the wall with ease. Elke set about winding the rope back up.
"What the hell are you thinking, Moose? You could get shot! You ever think of that? What the hell would I do if you got shot, huh? Grounded... You're so @#$^ing grounded."
Her face turned red enough to match his. "Maybe I was thinking that I could actually do something good for a change!" She threw the bundle of rope at him, "Maybe I don't wanna sit around on my #$%&@# @$# all the time like some normal #%&$@# kid!"
He was always like that! Saying one thing but doing another! What a big hypocrite! "You know what? I'm really goddamn glad I only have one more year before I can move out!" She was aiming her words like arrows, attempting to spear him in the heart since she couldn't physically land a blow on him.
"Good choice! Though, there are many good ones here. We have free samples, you know,"
The clone opened her mouth, eyes widening in excitement.
"Nope." Elke muttered to her, squinting at her twin, who snapped her jaws shut a second later and pouted.
Clearing her throat, she pointed to a plain sugar cone. "She'll have one of the sugar con-"
"Aww, but I wanted the one with sprinkles!"
"You don't need the one with sprinkles if you-"
"But he said I could chose!"
Dragging a hand down her face, mostly to hide the furious blush darkening her cheeks, she finally relented. "...Sprinkles it is." Her twin threw her arms in the air and proceeded to do a little dance around in front of the counter.
Elke could only mutely stare at the ceiling, hoping with all her might that it would cave in and kill her where she stood. She cleared her throat again, trying to salvage some composure. "You know, she's not even a real person. I don't know why I put up with this."
The clone shot forward, leaning in and pressing her face against the outside of the glass case. "I want one of everything!"
The Native was one step behind her, reaching out to haul her back up and away from the case. She left a nice little face print on it. "... Sorry, she's slow." She started, attempting to battle away an embarrassed blush at her twin's antics. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if the guy behind the counter was older, or ugly or something. Instead looked to be around her age, had a fabulous grin, and was taaaaall.
She cleared her throat and turned to her twin, averting her eyes from the cute boy. "You get one, Remember? One flavor." Her twin nodded, bouncing on her toes. Elke released her and she was right back to the glass case, pressing her nose into her. The teen just sighed and stepped up toward the register.
Meanwhile, the clone was excitedly asking what every since flavor was, hmming and huhing, and then asking again.
"Pick one!" Elke growled, instantly garnering her clones attention. The twin squeaked and chose some kind of birthday cake concoction finally. Elke sighed.
The Native sighed, pushing her hair out of her face, and threw a hand in the air in an exasperated manner. That twin in particular had been asking non-stop since they had left the school, and was showing no signs of giving up soon.
"No." She answered back tersely, while continuing the text she had been working on. She was supposed to be at an after school function, technically... but had slunk away from it the first chance she got. The teen wasn't much of a fan of forced interactions with people, and most certainly not a fan of other girls her age. Gatherings like that always seemed to split off into big groups of either sex, and since none of her actual friends were willing to stick around it meant she had to wander around somewhere in between on her own.
Again, not a fan.
"....Pleeeeease?"
She stopped walking, dropping her hand and phone down by her side, and threw her head back to sigh deeply at the sky. "Fine!"
The native took stock of where they were currently, spotted down the road from her and bee lined toward it. The faster she got her stupid clone an ice cream the quicker it would shut up. "You get one treat, got it? one!"
Jerking the door to the establishment open, she ushered her twin inside and sidled on up to the counter.
