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.
"Not really, She only said the first part of that." The teen glanced at him and shrugged.
"Huh... Sounds like a smart guy, your grandpa. I never met mine... He around?"
Her frown returned and she glanced away, fixing her eyes on one of the sheets that made up her forts doorways. She didn't like the question at all. Didn't want to answer. She had been the one who opened her big ol' mouth and mentioned him though.
Her head rose a little so she could peek out at him from over her arms; dark hair shielding the rest of her face. "... promise?"
"...You ever feel like you're a little lost?"
"...You do talk a lot for a grownup. Usually Susan just tells me to sit quietly and wait while she gets all of her stupid paperwork done. My mom says she's a @#$%&, and it's all because she's a barren old twat who will never land a man." Sniffling, the Native righted herself a little more, nearly mimicking his posture.
"No... I don't believe in being lost. My granddad always told me that you're never really lost, you're just discovering somewhere new."
If there was one thing Elke hated about schools and teachers, it was that no one running the damn things could take a joke. So what if she'd launched her gum into that blonde girls hair three seats ahead of her? It'd probably come out. And who cared if she spent half of stupid-class gluing her math book pages together? People didn't need to know math anymore anyway. That's what computers were for, yo.
Still, the straw that broke the camels back had apparently been drawing a picture of the teacher and passing it around the class when she'd had her back turned. Apparently she hadn't thought Elke's representation of her was very funny. The Native thought the picture rather accurate; Giant behind with no boobs and a huge crooked nose. Oh, and a waterfall of boogers. That probably hadn't helped her case. Either way, the Native found herself slapped with detention after class.
Joy. She wondered if she'd be able to sneak in a clone before whoever was watching her caught onto what she could do. It's not like they'd have someone who knew her set on the task... right?
She stared at him, her eyes clouded and angry, but didn't speak a word in return. He'd volunteered to be a pain in her ass? Why would he do that? She glanced away from him.
"Yeah? Everyone seems to think you are... They all wrong? You ain't done nuthin to prove em wrong yet, from what I see..."
She glanced back at him and frowned, but refrained from commenting. Barely. Until he changed the subject. ".... Thanks." She didn't understand why, but that one comment felt... good. It'd been a long time since anything she'd done deserved a compliment, even if it was just a stupid fort.
Her instructor had complimented her once... the day all hell had broken loose. When her instructor had given her the mission.
Tucking her knees up into her chest, she buried her face in her arms and fought back a wave of hot tears. She didn't want to cry in front of an X-man. She didn't want to cry in front of anyone. She wasn't supposed to. "..When he finds me I'm gonna be in trouble. I failed my mission."
The native hit the ground hard; the knees of her jeans scuffing as she slid along toward the one-man-blockade in front of the door. She could see it in her head; her plan unfolding without a hitch. She'd slide through the gap in his legs while he was startled, dart inside and head for the roof-- maybe warning the old folks on the way-- and grab her things. Then, once she was armed, she'd snipe her un-armored foes from the roof with one well aimed arrow to the cranium each. Victory would be hers!
....or, at least she would have if she hadn't come to a stop directly in front of the bad guy, instead of behind him. Blinking as both she and he realized they were nearly touching, she flung her arms out to the sides. "..ta-da?!"
Seconds later, she was on her feet with the drivers arm tightly around her neck, and his gun pressed against her head. "Hey! Staff dude-- guy-- YOU! YOU let him go and leave, or I'll blow off his-- her?" He glanced down at the kid in his grip. Elke rolled her eyes, heedless of the fact that there was a gun jammed snugly against her temple. "... Her.
"-- HER little head!" The guy continued, and tightened his grip on her.
Woah. Staff dude had just deflected a bullet. That made him instantly more interesting than the car. Puh-lease? Who was this guy, and where had he been hiding all her life? Who even used words like that anymore?
"What are the odds of us beating them and getting out of here alive?"
"...Are you kidding? You just deflected a bullet, dude. I'd say that ups our chances to pretty f*#@%in' good!" Wait... where had this 'us' sh*t come from?
Both the guys who had previously been carrying the gas can's were already recovering. The one Elke's twin had fallen on was scrambling to pick up he tanks, while the other was swearing and attempting to recover from being thwacked soundly with the business end of Staff-man's staff.
Her duplicate wasted no time scrambling back to her side, warily avoiding the unknown mutant who'd joined in their fight. "You just keep on doing that thing you just did and whack them with your stick, and I'll take them out from back here with my--" She reached back, expecting to grab her bow... and found that it was gone. Then she remembered that she'd set it down up in the roof so she could take a nap... aaand she'd jumped off and left it, and everything else up there. "--@#$%&*!" A rather colorful curse capped her comment. She had to go get that boy back! Not to mention her backpack and quiver! All of the arrows she'd stolen from her brothers were in there!
Leaving her twin behind, Elke took off without a moments notice toward the building. Being as small as she was, and with added help from Mr. Staff-Man, she was able to squeeze through the group of startled, nervous humans with ease.
... well, until she got to the driver, who was stationed nearest the door to the convenience store. With him, she attempted to duck and roll between his legs.
"Straight to the point, huh? You aren't eating, Moose... You gotta. I can't have you starving, you know?"
"Why? Would that put a black mark on your perfect X-man record or sumthin'?" She would have sneered at him, but lacked the energy. Her comment came out instead as a tired grumble.
"You're tough, kid... You proved that... But how far do you really want to take this? I really do just want to help."
"That's what everyone says. 'I just want to help'. I don't want any help. You can't fix what ain't broken, and i'm not broken." She waited for him to argue; the same tired excuse people like him loved to parrot at her. 'But you need' this, and 'it's not healthy' that. 'You won't understand until you're older'.
Bah. Sometime she just wished they'd all take a moment to understand her.
"Alright, boys. Let's get this done. Remember; we don't want to hurt the old folks too badly unless we have too. Just get the job done."
The driver stepped out and swung the car door shut behind him, while the two other passengers slide out and headed for the trunk. The Nervous one Elke had overheard speaking stood next to the driver.
"The last mutie they had here was some kind of slug thing. Disgusting. It stayed for two nights before leaving." He grumbled something further that Elke couldn't quite hear, and the party of four men chuckled to themselves. She noticed, as it turned out, that the things they had been procuring from the back were four red canisters of gasoline. The driver and cell-phone-guy withdrew small pistols from inside their coats, and the four men headed for the door. From what she could tell they probably intended to burn the shop down. Ballsy, considering what time of day it was.
Snorting, the twelve year old hid her knife away again. She was't too far up, so what she planned on doing wasn't exactly suicidal... but she knew there was still some risk in it. Her whole body tensed like a cat preparing to pounce, until one of the guys carrying the gas cans was just close enough for her to--
She leaped over the lip of the roof, her aim nearly spot on. Just as her feet were about to collide with the man, she split away, tucked, and rolled, leaving a clone behind to crumple into the man like a bag of cement.
"Gah! What the hell" One man went down, the gas cans went flying in two different direction, and Elke was on her feet as the three other men turned around and spotted her. "Who the hell is--?" The child stuck her tongue out and flashed a few crude gestures at them, before turning and making a beeline for their sitting Cadillac.
It felt like it have been months since she'd last been outside. Even longer since she'd been outside on her own, without some kind of nosy adult overbearingly breathing down her neck.
Elke stretched, laid out flat on her back with her backpack supporting her head, and gazed up at the sky. She'd wiggled her way free from the grips of that stupid do-gooder; she still couldn't believe he'd left her alone with that naive green broad in the first place. All it had taken was one well timed clone, and Elke had zipped out the door so fast she was sure she'd taken it off it's hinges a little.
"Heh... what a boob." Currently, the Native was enjoying a lazy afternoon to herself. She'd gotten her hands on a free burger an hour earlier, and with a full tummy and the sun on her face, she was quite content. She may have even fallen asleep right there on the roof of the 3rd street convenience store, if it hadn't been for a couple of voices popping up and breaking her out of a daydream.
"Yeah.. yeah, we got it. When are you gonna be here? I've seen three cops drive past already... it's f*%@in' nerve wracking standing out here."
Blinking, Elke rolled over onto her tummy and wriggled her way over to the edge of the roof, so she could peek down at whoever the voice belonged too.
"...What? No. Just the owner and his cow of a wife. Haven't seen anyone else in there all day." The guy nodded to himself while holding his phone to his ear, and kept glancing up and down the street nervously. "Yeah, no mutts in there today. Should be clear when you get here, too."
Her eyes narrowed at that word. Mutts. Another discriminatory term thought up by stupid apes to make themselves feel better about being left in evolution's dust. A deep frown settled on Elke's lips, and she reached back for the knife she had tucked away in the back of her pants. One annoying human? She could take him.
SSHREEEE
Just as she'd been about to stand, a beat-up while Cadillac noisily pulled up to the curb, and the guy she'd been listening in on stuck his head inside one open window to chat with a few fellows inside.
...Okay, so now there were more than one. She glanced back at her bow and quiver, and idly wondered how many she could peg in the face before they spotted her.
The casket he was in was plain oak, formal and boring. It didn't suit his personality... it didn't do justice to the man laid to rest inside. His stories had always been so colorful... spoken by someone who wove wisdom around every word and filled each tale with so much love.
He was so cold... so devoid of life, the complete opposite of the man who had sat her on his knee and told her about spirits. ...About the sun and the moon, and all of the stars in the sky.
"Elke, go say goodbye."
The eleven year old didn't budge, but the grip she had on her fathers hand tightened. "Elke.. go on, now. He'd want you too."
With a gentle hand, he guided her forward. Small tentative steps brought her closer and closer, while her family murmured encouragement from behind, until...
... there he was.
She scanned his face, her expression blank, and frowned. He was pale and his cheeks were sunken in like he hadn't eaten in a long time. They had dressed him in his best clothes and adorned him in the jewelry that his father had passed down to him. His hands were settled gently over his stomach, a poor attempt to make it look like he was resting. His salt and pepper hair was pulled into a long braid that had been rested over one shoulder; something he had often done while living.
Carefully, she reached out to touch his hand. It was cold and unresponsive. It wasn't the same hand she had held so many times while walking through the forest with him. The turquoise wedding ring he had always worn glinted in the light of an afternoon sun, and she felt hot tears start to build up.
"... Grandpa?"
The last time she'd seen him he had looked so young. The lines that ran around his face were always curved by a smile; the color of his skin always sun-kissed.
"Grandpa... tell me about the stars again?... T-tell me about Thunder Boy and... and--"
There were tears in her eyes, seeping from the corners onto the pillows below. She suddenly felt warmer than she had a moment ago, and.. not quite so alone. "..Papa... wake up.. nng. Please wake up..."
Gradually, she started to wake up. First, it was the presence of the blanket that forced her to stir. Then it was the extra spade in her mattress-tent being gone. Then, it was someone seated beside her. "...huh?"
Cracking an eye open, she caught sight of a dark shape beside her. At first the kid in her immediately started screaming bloody murder about boogey men-- but then it spoke. Her foggy mind went immediately into action, if a little slower than usual. She scrambled away, tossing the blanket to the side, and lashed out at him with her foot. The kick, even if she aimed at his face, was weak from a sufficient lack of energy on her part. She doubted it would do much, if anything at all.
"What the hell do you want?" Her cheeks flushed red from anger and embarrassment at being caught sleeping. She crossed her arms indignantly and glared at the intruder.
A week passed. Someone brought food for her three times a day. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She ignored every meal, allowing the plates and bowls to pile up in one corner of the room.
When the guy had turned, waving her clones out with him, and cheerily left her alone she knew that she'd been right about him. The shock and anger she'd felt directly after had worn off pretty quickly; her determination not to cave had lingered behind.
The day he walked back in and locked the door behind him, Elke was nowhere to be seen. Her mattress had been moved and shoved against a wall at an angle. The remnants of her bed frame had been pushed to one side of room. Bed sheets were draped over the folded mattress to cover the gaps on either side.
Despite the fact that she hadn't eaten anything since he'd left, she'd clearly taken a lot of time and spent a lot of energy drawing more things on the walls of her prison. Some were even crude drawings that looked maybe just a little too much like the man standing in the middle of the room.
From within the mattress-tent, Elke's voice could be heard. She was mumbling things. Asleep half from hunger and half from trying to pull all-nighters in order to remain ever vigilant; the small Native girl had passed out soundly on the pillows from her bed.
Elke shrugged one shoulder lazily. That wasn't exactly news to her. She'd been told to leave before, even locked out of the house. So long as she had a room to keep coming back to it was near impossible for them to keep her out.
"...I just finished out the paperwork an hour ago... As of now, this is your place of living."
That... was definitly news to her. ".....what?" Her dark eyes focused on him and a spark of anger ignited within them.
"For now, though, I've had to keep you in here... You've been destructive. You've shown no signs that if we let you out of here, you wouldn't just run away, or hurt the students here... I need that from you, because honestly, Moose... We're your last shot before juvenile detention. Do you understand that?"
She chuckled (giggled), and pushed herself to her feet. "You think you can scare me with that crap, gramps? You think some sissy b*tch story about how you failed at life a while back will make me choose to be here?" Her face was turning red childishly, but she couldn't stop it. "I choose to be out there on the streets! I choose to go home even when i'm not wanted. I get to choose if I wanna live here, and there's nothing you can do about it!"
Her clones crawled further away from her behind the man in the chair, in order to use him as a shield against temper tantrum Elke was about to throw. "You think I'm 'fraid of juvie? Ha! There's worse kids living on my block, and i'd bet life on it! You can go ahead and keep me locked up in here, but you can't watch me forever. Sometime you're gonna take your stupid fat eyeballs off of me and poof! I'll be gone just like that!"
She spat on the ground in his direction before promptly turning her back on him and plopping back on her butt with her arms crossed tersely around her chest.
There were lights out in the hallway. The faint sounds of gunfire reverberated around the room; Elke barely paid any attention. Her eyes were fixated on her door. She could see little flashes of red scooting by every half second. Something was wrong.
She was seated on her bed already fully dressed and waiting for the days lesson, but her instructor had yet to show up to get her. The Native hadn't budged since she'd gotten up. Honestly, she was afraid to. No orders had been given for her to investigate, so as much as she wanted too, she repressed those urges into furthest recesses of her mind.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door to her room shook slightly, the locking mechanism groaned, and it swung open. In the doorway stood her instructor, just as stoic and imposing as ever. He was flanked by two others.
"Follow." His command was curt, and she instantly knew not to question it. Without a word she stood and crossed the room to him. He walked at the front of their little cluster, while she was corralled into the middle. At either side and slightly behind her marched the two other guards.
Inwardly, as the room she was just starting to grow accustomed to was hurriedly left in the dust, she felt confusion and panic start to build up inside of her. Where were they going? Was she being transferred somewhere? Had she done something wrong? Elke had never been in this wing of the building. In fact, she hadn't even known this wing existed.
Suddenly, as they came to a rather solid looking metal door at the end of one hallway, her instructor turned to her and dropped to one knee. It took all the strength the Native possessed not to flinch away from him when his large hand landed heavily on her shoulder; even more so when he looked her straight in the eyes.
"You've done a good job." He stated bluntly, his intense gaze wavering not even once. "...but this will be your first mission. You are to make it to the helicopter no matter what. If I fall behind, keep going. Do not, under any circumstances, allow yourself to be captured. Should you fail this mission, you know the consequences. Am I clear?" The grip on her shoulder tightened slightly; she nodded her head immediately.
"Yes sir." Her instructor looked her in the eye for a moment longer, before he nodded as well and released her. As he stood, he pulled a intimidating black firearm from his hip. With a shick shick he loaded a round into the chamber. His guards followed in his stead, arming their own weapons. Then the heavy steel door was opened, and all four of them marched through.
The Native speared the man with a dark look, and kept her lips firmly shut. After a moment of him rattling on, she crossed her arms to further get across the message that she wouldn't be cooperating with him.
But... then he asked for her name and she glanced at him. "That's a lie if i've ever heard one." Elke deadpanned. "This place isn't for people like me."
From behind him, one of her twins sat up and propped herself up against a wall, hugging her knees to her chest. "Yea. People that live here got money. They got smarts and stuff."
The last clone groaned from across the room, and chimed in without bothering to move. "S'why we don't stay nowhere. We gotta home that's ours. People like us there."
Elke, who's walls had been so high and sturdy before, sagged a little and cast her eyes at the floor. The expression on her face could easily be mistaken for anger, but in reality is was disappointment.
"My names Moose. You ain't got nothin' here to help me in any way. I just wanna go home."
Elke paused, hands still gripping the clones head on either sides, and blinked at Clyde with an incredulous look on her face. "What? Why not?" She couldn't fathom why he'd want her to stop, considering it was his secret she was going to all this trouble to protect. Huffing, she released her twin and crossed her arms. What now? Everyone around them was muttering about this and that; eyes were focused on the spectacle her and her twin had become.
Wait a tic.
"Who do you think you are tellin' me what to do, ya stupid human?!" Pinning her eyes solely on Clyde, she dearly hoped the ruse she had planned would work-- even if it wouldn't play out in her favor.
"You've been chasing me around this whole time blabbling don't do this and don't do that!" She pointed a finger at him accusingly, before quickly angling it around at the teenage crowd. "You! All of you humans think you can tell us what to do!"
Her twin managed to get to her feet beside her, and Elke snatched on of her arms up in a tight iron-y grip. "We are the future! We are Homo-superior!"
Quickly, just as realization started to dawn among those gathered, Elke and her twin started loudly chanting various mutant relation slogans. Most of which she'd heard on TV. Her hope was that Clyde would blend into the crowd. With her standing on the table making such a ruckus he'd have a chance to slip away.
The poor owner of the backpack, back on his feet once more (if a little unsteadily), bulldozed his way up to the table. His face was beet red; his fists clenched so tight in anger that his knuckles would probably be permanently white. With a growl he snatched Elke off her feet, leaving her dangling by the front of her shirt, and was about to unleash a torrent of furious screaming in her face, when-
"Alright! Break it up! Everyone back to class, NOW"
The principal, flanked by two school security officers, appeared. The Native grinned wickedly into the face of her enraged adversary as he forced himself to set her down.
"I want someone to explain to me what's going on here, and I want it ten minutes ago!" The principal, clad in a clean pressed suit, looked from Elke, to the larger teen, to Clyde, and then to Elke's supposed twin. "Well?"
