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.
The darkness stole all sound. Every sob, clash of metal on metal, and scream. The child's knife slid from one clone, turning to to the next before the vermilion coating it even had a chance to drip. She slammed her foot into the knee of the next closest body, the blade sliding up and in and finding purchase once more. The twin screamed silently, but Elke could hear it in her head. Echoing over and over as she turned to face the last clone.
Don't stop giving...
The task was done; at the child's feet lay the crumpled bodies of her sisters. Each an exact duplicate of herself. Before her eyes they stretched, twisted and broken. She closed her eyes for only a moment and when they opened again the room was filled with bodies. Drops of blood hovered above the floor; they vibrated. Every head was turned her way... every eye was open... all were locked on her. She sucked in a breath...
Fight those demons...
The figure in the center of the room started clapping. The only sound the blackness didn't take. Clap. Clap. Clap. Slow... methodical, like a metronome. The child closed her eyes again. This time every chin and eye were on the male figure. Every arm angled in his direction; every finger pointing. Him
Instinctively her small hand grabbed the knife. She forced herself to stand on unsteady legs with the blade's butt sitting snugly in the palm of one hand, while her fingers were wrapped firmly around the smooth handle. No longer a teen, the child held her breath and watched the figure silently. He slowly lifted an arm from his side...
Somebody else might take my place...
Three dark shadows separated from behind him, two moving quickly off to the left and one to the right. The child divided her attention as evenly as she could until she noticed that the pair was closing in on her. She barely brought her knife up to counter a blade intended for her neck, when the other shadow's weapon slashed across the left side of her abdomen.
Somebody else might take my place...
The howl of pain that would have accompanied the injury was stolen by the darkness. Nothing left her mouth. The light fixture from overhead started swinging faster and in a wider arc. Light finally brushed the shadows away, revealing three exact copies of her face circling around her. Each wearing a similar expression of terror.
A dim yellow blub cast a sheen across the pressed, dark grey jump suit he wore. Military issue. His face was bathed in shadows; his red rimmed beret gleamed in the light. He was standing stiffly in a professional, battle ready stance; hands clasped behind his back loosely. The girl felt her breath catch in her throat, and a twinkle of light drew her eyes upward.
You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs....
A deadly, silver rain began. Elegant, slim blades poured down from the blankness above with an enchanting elegance. They shattered upon impact with the floor. Exploded in a shimmering mist that vanished quickly.
You make me wanna die...
The stoic figure lifted it's head; she could feel his eyes on her. Instantly, the bladed rain vanished. Something clinked on the cement between where her hands were and she looked down. Dark eyes widened at the sight of a blade mirroring her own reflection back up at her.
Running.. how long had she been running? Her lungs were burning, each breath coming in as a gasp. No matter how fast she ran the voices behind her stayed the same. They grew no more distant; constantly on her heels.
When I wake up, i'm afraid...
Everything around her was pitch black, yet she knew there were walls. Invisible boundaries keeping her running in a smooth, straight line. She knew there was ground, but could not see how far it stretched before her. Each footfall came with equal parts dread and panic. Would she fall into that darkness? Would the voices catch up? Would this ever end?
When I wake up, i'm afraid...
The floor dropped out from under her; the Native open her mouth to cry out but no sound came. She felt herself falling... then it slowed. Like she were moving through thick syrup...
Somebody else might take my place.
Her body slammed into something hard, despite the fact that it felt like she had been falling in slow motion. The teen got her arms under her pushed up, her face tilting as a room came into focus, and a shape. A dim light gently swung over head, casting a gloomy glow upon the only other figure in the room.
The principal stared down her nose at the boy with her lips pursed, but after a few minutes of listening to Elke's twin hollering on in the background the woman pinched the bridge of her nose and waved the boy off. "Yes, yes, go back to class. If I call for you though, I expect to see you in my office promptly!"
She turned her back on Clyde, focusing on the teen who'd apparently had his backpack stolen, and the smaller girl who was grinning like she didn't have a care in the world. "Do you two think this is funny, hmm?" The boy opened his mouth to defend himself, pointing out that the girl had attacked him twice, but the principal cut him off. "No excuses! You do realize that this might have been resolved sooner and without such a fuss if you had reported your backpack missing in the first place?"
Elke and her twin both stuck their tongues out at the boy, but both were quickly pulled back into place when the principal latched onto an ear with each hand. "That is enough out of you two! I should call the police for all of the trouble you've caused today!" She angled a sharp glare at all three children and started tugging the twins away toward her office. "Follow me you three, we have a lot to talk about before the day is over."
The Native eyed him warily, prodding at the stuff in the package he'd brought with him. "... can't you just order pizza or something?"
Elke wasn't so sure she wanted anything more from the mystery lady.
"None of that trying to kill people or escape stuff... We go out, we get food, we come back. Deal?"
"...Says the kidnapper." She mumbled in return, dropping the fork and food onto the floor. With a sigh, realizing she was going to have to play nice or starve to death, she caved. "Fine. I promise not to attack anyone or run away." Extending a pinky, the teen waited for him to return the gesture to solidify the deal.
Honestly, she didn't know if she had the energy to run, anyway.
Blinking at the guy, Elke leaned forward a little to stare past him. Wow... he'd taken care of those guys already? Her nose wrinkled and she snot him a snooty look before turning back to start the car. It didn't roar to life, or purr for that matter. It more of clunk, clunk, sputtered to life.
Still, it was a rather satisfying feeling. "I dunno... sunbathing?" Never-mind the season and weather, it seemed perfectly plausible to her. The teen nodded her head at him absently in greeting while she was fiddling with the many buttons, switched, and levers that worked the car; accidentally turned the windshield wipers on, then hurriedly turned them off again, before figuring out which lever shifted the car into gear. "You can call me Moose." She paused, pressing down gently on the accelerator, "... You sure do talk a lo--." She cut herself off with an unflattering yelp when the car jumped forward unexpectedly after she applied a little too much pressure on the gas pedal. She jerked the wheel to angle the vehicle onto the road, but not before side swiping a mailbox with her right headlight.
"... ehehe... time to go!" She was not about to stick around to get scolded a for that, and definitely was not about to stop so Andy over there could change his mind on who was driving who and where. She hit a max of 35mph, concentrated on not jerking the wheel every three seconds, and kept her eyes on the road.
This was a piece of cake! Who needed to take classes for this, anywa-- BANGCLUNK
Weaving the car back into her own lane, she watched the crumpled shell of another mailbox as it vanished in the dust behind them. "...whoops."
Ignoring Jude for the moment, she snapped her fingers at the duplicates, who were both bemoaning being trapped in a classroom. It grabbed their attention rather quickly, and she motioned them over. Saph was just standing there, all smug and cocky, so she ignored him. Turning to look at Jude, she just about choked on her own tongue in surprise. There were two! Two lanky boys! One of her clones summed up her thoughts elegantly, by pointing a finger at him and squealing "Power thief!" at him.
To say she was surprised wasn't entirely wrong, there was a mix of emotions she was feeling. joy, excitement, anxiety, and maybe a pinch of jealously. With her clones following on her heels she marched over and attempted to instigate a huddle. Fist things first, though. Looking him dead in the eyes with a crooked smirk on her face. "Brat! It took me years to figure out how to do that." Keeping her voice hushed and low so only the two five of them could hear, the native wrinkled her nose at him in distaste, then peeked at Saph from over her shoulder.
"Alright... I know how this guy works. He's big and strong, but kinda daft. I bet you can out smart him." Given who he was, she could vividly recall acciden-- purposefully pegging him with a tear gas grenade in the past. Though she hadn't necessarily gotten away from that rumble unscathed, it had done quite a bit to inflate her ego. Then there was the fact that she had lots of training (mostly fighting herself, but whatever); she'd been snagged way before she was supposed to start fighting other people.
Then again, she was okay at brawling with Badger so long as she didn't tick him off too bad. Badger was big, strong, and just as annoying as the Xman was. Elke focused back on Jude. "Should I run as distraction?"
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The Teen threw her arms in the air, now knowing that table flipping was rather useless. A few moments after the outburst had left her mouth, she had a fully functional twin standing beside her. The process of duplicating herself was rather simple looking to outside eyes. In actuality, it was more complicated than her stony expression and fiery attitude let on. Each duplicate took quite a deal of energy to make, and the process on a cellular level was spectacular to behold. Every single cell, atom, and molecule that made up Elke split in half in synchronization perfect enough to make the whole process practically seamless.
Her clone glanced curiously around before slumping and turning an exaggerated frown Elke's way. "aw... class?! Why?!" She waved the duplicate off flippantly, already in the process of dividing herself again. "I don't need no teaching. I just wanna kick you in your goddamn stupid lookin' face."
She squinted at their teacher and crossed her arms, maybe secretly wondering if Jude had some sort of plan, or if they were just supposed'ta wing it. She glanced at the teen as the second duplicate joined the firs, and she started on the last.
She stared at him, head tilted slightly sideways, with her eyebrows drawn together. Her stomach chose then to growl and interrupt what she'd been planning to say. "...uh.. I guess."
The teen accepted is offer, albeit reluctantly. She eyed the box like it was a bomb set to go off, wary of reaching out to take it from him; but did so anyway. Refusing to accept it now felt like she'd be letting him know just how truly shaken up she was. Settling it in her lap, she opened it fully and... stared.
"...uhhh.." Hadn't he said some kinda chef made this? She.. wasn't so sure he knew what he was talking about. Or he was trying to poison her. "... You sure this is food? Cuz it looks like someone already ate whatever it was, and then hurled it back up into the box."
She poked at some of the green stuff loitering around the side of some of the crispy breaded stuff. It was warn and slimy. Like cooked spinach. The look she cast at him next reflected the combined paranoia of every vegetable hating child who had ever been forced to face down the slimy green foliage at dinner time. Wide eyed with a glaze of horror and jaw slack.
She glanced from Saph to jude and back, quietly assessing each. On one hand... wait, no, screw it. This was gonna be fun! She slapped her hand against Jude's in a celebratory high five and grinned from ear to ear.
So what if she got in trouble for this? There wasn't much Saph could do to her other than ground her again, right? And she was already grounded, so that left nothing! No ramifications whatsoever.
The Native stood from her seat excitedly, knocking it over in the process, and set to work on splitting herself into quadruplets.
... oh sh*t. She didn't like the look in Staff-guys eyes, or that grin on his face. What did he have up his sle-- OH JESUS HE JUST TOSSED THAT GUY!
The one remaining man with the gas can tried to dive out of the way as the full weight of the unconscious guy flew at him. He missed, and they both ended up in a pile on the side of the walkway. Before Elke or her captor could recover from what had just happened, Staff-man was already in the air looming over them and closing in quickly.
"Are you nuts?! You're--" The rest of what he'd been screaming was cut off suddenly as the end of a staff was roughly jabbed into his neck. He toppled back, releasing Elke in the process, and she scrambled off to the side.
"You, move back so that the gun won't blow your brains out when I knock his out."
The Native blinked, torn between confused anger and honest to goodness glee, but decided to follow his order anyway. She could tell him off later, once she had her things back. Speaking of things...
Elke, now back on her feet, skipped on over to gas-can guy-- who was still struggling with his unconscious friend-- and kicked the can away from him. Then, turning on her heel, the teen sped around the fight and back into the building in order to collect her things. On the way past, she screamed at the old couple to get out via the back.
The driver, who was pinned to the ground, glared up at the martial artist who'd bested him. "You freak! It's people like you that are bringing this city to ruin!" His gun had clattered away from him out of his reach, otherwise he would have tried to take a shot at the mutant.
Merrily, Elke skipped back out of the building with her backpack slung over one shoulder, and her quiver and arrows clutched to her chest. "Oh hey. He's still kickin', huh? We'll come on! We gotta bust outta here before the cops show up!"
Barely staring a glance at staff man as she passed, because really, it was his choice to come or not, she headed straight for the abandoned Cadillac and crawled inside the passengers seat.
... and then into the drivers seat. Hot dog! They'd left the keys in the car. When were mutant hating, would be arsonists ever learn? Turning the key, the engine roared to life like a wheezing old man, and she shifted into gear. Did she know how to drive a car? Kinda-sorta-not really, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to give it a try! "Hurry up, slow poke!"
Omgomgomg... she was actually going into the danger room! Silently praising all of the gods and spirits she could think of, she hopped into line and followed along silently. So what if whats-his-face from the back had gotten off scott free, she was going to train in the mother flippin' danger room!
... She could always find that kid later, anyway.
It was nearly impossible for her to contain herself while standing in front of the DR doors. She was nearly bouncing on her toes. Even more so when the doors opened up and they were led inside. It was huuuge! And empty!... and white! Actually, it looked rather intimidating, but she ignored that for the moment.
"Start... Classroom simulation 12"
Ohshi-- The Native watched stupidly as the whole room transformed... into the same goddamned classroom they had just left. "... The @$%#! Desks appeared on either side of her. She promptly flipped one, angling a rueful glare Saph's way, before she gave up and plopped into a seat.
Then a paper airplane bopped into the side of her head and caught her attention. It landed neatly in her lap and after unfolding it, she cast a wild grin in Jude's direction. Quickly fishing a pencil out of her sweatshirt pocket, she circled the 'yes', scribbles a 'hell' in front of it, and sent it flying in a crumbled ball back at him.
Shiiiiiiii-- crap. Crapy crap crappity crap. Of course it was him. "... S'like he stalkin' me or somethin." The Native muttered and sank as low as she could in her chair, while Saph seated himself at the front desk. Listening to Saph massacre one of he other kids names, she snickered none-to-quietly to herself. At least he'd be amusing, sort-of.
"It's Chen-desh, sir. Uhm. It's Hungarian? And instead of a study hall, could you maybe take us to the Danger Room? So we could learn useful cra- uhh stuff and work out our teen angst or whatever?"
Instantly, Elke perked up. She'd heard of that room before, but had all but been banned from ever going into it by Mr. Stick-up-his-butt sitting at the teachers desk. Her hand shot up as well in an attempt to second Jude's suggestion. She added a little feverish wiggle to it for flair.
"I agree, Sir! Training in the Danger room would totally help me not get beat up after class by bullies." She paused, re-considering what she'd just said and who she was trying to convince. "I mean, it will help kids like him not get beat up by me after class." She jabbed a thumb at jude.
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