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 Native stared at him, not budging an inch. What he was saying just didn't make sense in her brain. People who wanted to help her were never not on her sh*t list. People who told her she was safe were lying. Safe was relative. Safe for her was not the same as safe for him.
She didn't like this... talking thing. For the last... however many months she'd been at that base training, learning, talking hadn't been a major part of her daily regiment. Sure, she had to talk every now and then to answer a question, but Yes Sir and No Sir weren't exactly conversation material. Surely... this guy had something up his sleeve.
"I won't talk if that's what your after. I know nothing. I am nothing." Deciding that the best way to deal with such a confusing situation was to play dumb, she settled on her knees and crossed her arms.
"... and I can bite off my tongue faster than you can stop me, if you try to force me." That was a lie. Not that he'd know.
With a curse she tumbled backward, and ended up on her butt. An assortment of other self made weapons scattered, but she didn't bother to retrieve them right yet.
"Kid?... I ain't a kid. I'm a soldier."
The tone of her voice; empty and curt; wasn't unusual to her ears anymore. Her twins were groaning, and getting to their feet, but her dark eyes were pinned on the man.
Was he like the others? She didn't know. For now, she would assume that he was, and play it safe.
She really shouldn't have been surprised that her plan failed horribly, but... she was twelve. She also shouldn't have been surprised when he yanked her weapon away so easily. Still, defeat stung all the more as she landed on the bed-- which creaked and toppled over sideways-- and her and the duplicate rolled off.
Elke landed in a crouch, eyed locked on the man like she was a caged, wild animal, while the clone rolled away like a bag of potatoes and wearily sat up.
Just because he disarmed her first attack didn't mean he won the battle, though. Or whatever.
She'd pilfered a good number of springs from the mattress, as well as a good number of screws. Though she wasn't able to sharpen any of her DYI knives, she had been able to use the screws to weight them. Also, she'd tried her hand at ninja stars.
... didn't look much like them, though. Kind more like special little octopi balls.
Still, she hurled two at the guy, while another duplicate crawled out from under the collapsed bed. "Get im'!" Slow as they could be sometimes, her clones were pretty good about taking orders. Once the two were up and on their feet they bolted for the man. Elke palmed another spring-shiv and joined them a second later.
If she couldn't go for his neck because of his stupid ninja-movie moves, she'd try stabbing out his knee caps first, then.
He was talking-- that was good. It meant he wasn't onto her yet. She waited silently, patiently, until he'd moved into the room fully. When he turned and locked the door, though... she tried to will her heart to stop. No breathing. No blinking. Don't. Budge. An. Inch.
It had taken her hours to dismantle the bed and get the parts wedged above the doorway just right.
"Noooooobody knooooows the trouble i've seeeeen..."
Perfect; the decoy just kept on singing. Hopefully it would give her a little more time for her target to get into a prime position.
He moved into the middle of the room-- she tensed against her supports and prepared herself. Her make-shift weapon, a bed-spring bent and formed into a crude stabbing device, was ready in her hand.
"I know things'v been rou-"
His back was turned to her in just the right manner. Elke, who had been perched precariously above the doorway in the darkness, launched herself at her prey like a blood-thirsty lemur with her spring-blade aimed for his neck.
"Noooobody knows the trouble i've seeeen. Noooobody knows my sorrowwww..."
On the solitary bed within the stronghold room lay a small, solitary figure. Face down, draped across the bedspread sullenly, she was singing to herself in a muffled manner. Through a single window shone a faint glimpse of light, barely making it through the curtains that had been pulled shut behind the bars that encased it.
The walls, which were bare, were littered with chalk marks from corner to corner, documenting her stay in the gilded prison, as well as crude childish drawings of people she knew and various dead animals.
Even though she'd only been in the room about six hours, she'd already managed to take apart her bed frame and mattress-- a keen eye would surely notice one corner was missing springs, and that all of the screws and certain parts of the frame were gone.
Elke didn't answer to the know, nor to the 60 second warning. She just kept mumbling to herself, and un-moving lump on the bed.
Normally, she would have grinned at the statement and basked in the swell of pride sure to follow. Now, however, she was concentrating on running, and going over just how she was going to carry an unconscious clone army style out of the school.
...Whelp, no better time than the present to find out!
"Yep! Don't worry tho', the worst he can do is beat us up a little! It builds character!"[/color] She elbowed her way past a few teens rudely, hopping onto the table where the prone clone lay, and toed it in the ribs with her foot. "Hey! Get up you, or i'll sell you to the gypsies!"
A few girls were yammering on about how the school nurse and security were probably on their way, while some of the boys went over to check on the downed back-pack owner. Damnit, they were running out of time!
"@&#%!" Dropping to a knee and wrestling the delirious duplicate into a sitting position, she grabbed a hold of the sides of it's head and twisted sharply to the left. Something cracked loudly, and the duplicate flailed at her. "Ow! That hurts! Stoppit!"
Elke tried again, to the right this time, with the same results. "Damnit, this always works in Steven Seagull movies!"
The teenager had spotted them, was standing before them, and they were surely about to get their faces pounded inside out. It was just like wrestling with Bear on Wednesdays!
Soo... what were they to do? She couldn't exactly book it and leave Clyde on his own, seeing as they shared a mutant bond and all... but there was no way in hell she could take down the giant teen on her own, and Clyde didn't exactly look like much help in a fight. She'd just have to resort to how she always dealt with Badger, then.
"You little bra--" The teen had barely come to a stop, his fists clenched and one finger pointed directly in Elke's face, when she heaved her leg back and sent it crashing straight between his legs. It connected solidly, either because he hadn't expected her to try the same trick twice, or because god had an awesome sense of humor. Elke was willing to go with the latter, while she reached to grab Clyde's hand and drag him off. "Book it!"
All they had to do now was drag the clone and make it off school grounds, and they'd be safe. Well... if everything went as planned that is.
Clyde was right about everything. Knowing her clones as well as she did, if there was one place they were likely to be it was around food and people. The fact that big-and-angry, the student she'd stolen from, was around the same area wasn't good at all. Neither was the sudden commotion that came from the right, as they entered the area.
Behind a shield of students clapping, laughing, and cheering started up. The native's attention was instantly drawn that'a way, and for good reason. Between people she spotted flashes of clothes that matched her's and heard snippets of her own voice. The clone was in there, on top of a table, doing various tricks in exchange for food. Currently, she was precariously balancing on her hands with her legs straight up in the air, while barking like a seal.
There was no time to face-palm, though. It was only a matter of time before the noise caught big-and-angry's attention.
Pulling her slingshot out, Elke positioned herself so she'd have a clear shot of the clone. She lined up her sighs, loaded a marble in, and waited. Her twin fell from the handstand, righted herself, and the moment her head was in view Elke took the shot.
A split second later the marble bounced off of the clones skull, knocking senseless and straight off of her feet. The noise died down instantly, and not a moment too soon. She could hear someone saying something about a nurse from where they sat, but didn't dare make a move with the angry jock stomping in their direction.
Didn't stop her from being sore about getting caught, though. If a certain clone would have just kept running instead of tripping over her own feet, she probably would have made it. The twin in question received a glare, as she dusted herself off.
"I'm tired of doin' this the nice way. How about he head over to his place and just mug people for their shoes on the way?" The clone who'd ended up in the garbage clambered back out, now sporting a rather fashionable banana peel hat, and joined her sisters. Elke slapped a half eaten muffin out of her hands before she had the change to stuff it in her face.
"You've got the muscle, so you could hold em down while we wrestle their shoes off and take some pictures. yeah?"
Oh hey! Now they had a map! Neat. Elke ignored the fact that there was no glass littering the floor, and that most of the people in the general vicinity had turned right around and speed walked in the other direction. The fourteen year old used her clones hair like reins, and steered her struggling mount to follow the Roach.
At least until they got stopped by some stupid mall cop. Did those things even have any power at all? Like... seriously. A mall cop. She watched the short exchange in relative silence, only broken by the grunts of her over encumbered twin.
Even though the guard made no outward sign that he planned on ruining their evening, Elke was well acquainted to people who wore badges. Badges were bad, any kind. Didn't matter if it was shiny and made of metal, or if it lamely announced to the world that your name was John.
The Native shared a glance with the twin on Roaches shoulders, nodded, and then shared a glance with the twin under her. One final nod, and the three of them knew exactly what to do. "Twenty-three, nine, thirteen, HIKE!" The leaning tower of Elke lurked forward, executing a punch to the crotch on the security guard from the lowest clone, a punch to the sternum from Elke herself, and a foot to the face from the clone sitting on Roaches shoulders.
The sternum punch and foot-to-face barely fazed him, but the fist to his sensitive man parts dropped him like a sack of puppies.
"Cheese it! Elke tugged her clone via the hair to run off to the left, fully expecting Roach to follow.
"... I thought lumberjacks were supposed to be jolly, or something?" Man, she never wanted to be on the wrong side of a pair of scissors. Considering what that lady had done to Roach's hat.
Whatever, though. There were plenty of foot places in the mall. "Yeah, It's over that way." She pointed, but didn't start walking immediately. Instead, she turned to a clone and started to climb onto it without any warning. The twin protested weakly, but couldn't stop her from sitting herself comfortably on it's shoudlers. "Mush!"
Her mule-twin started forward jerkily, while the other rushed from side to side to make sure Elke didn't topple over on the way.
Her descent was stopped abruptly, and her shirt yanked painfully into her throat. One of her toys slipped from her grip and fell into the crowd below, bonking some unlucky fellow over the head.
"Lemme go! Police brutality! Ow! You'er hurting my ar-- OW!" She was dragged, unwillingly, across the roof and there wasn't really a damn thing she could do about it. He probably could have picked her up and carried her via her arm, given their size difference. Her twin was shuffling along behind with her butter-knife in tow, sobbing and whining about how her clothes were ruined because the big man was scary. Elke continued to struggle, before going completely dead weight on him.
If he was going to drag her, dammit, she wasn't going to make it easy. "HELP! THIS MAN IS TRYING TO ABDUCT ME! SOMEONE CALL DATE LINE!" Where was he even taking her, anyway?
Elke was learning lots. Lots n' lots. Only problem, was that she was having a hard time replicating it. She was good at pointing out people's more obvious flaws. All kids were good at that. She wasn't good at being intimidating, or terrifying, though. When she turned and pointed at a man, explaining "YOU HAVE A TURKEY NECK" all he did was laugh at her and none-too-subtly zip his coat up to hide his triple chin.
Likewise, when they actually got to the nail salon, the woman at the front desk told her that she wasn't allowed inside with her camera. She also didn't seem fazed by the fact that there were two more of Elke off to her left, and a giant humanoid cockroach to her right.
Elke didn't think pointing out the fact that the woman was a giant, beardless lumberjack of a lady would help her case, so she fell back on something that had always worked for her in the past.
"Ma'am, I'm doing an article for the school paper's beauty section about great places in the city to get your nails did. I guess I could go somewhere else... but when all of the parents who read the school paper see some other salon's name in there, they'll probably be seeing a boost in customers. Did you know there are three dances coming up? Like, half my school rushes out to get mani's and pedi's before dances, so they can mash faces with all the cute boys."
Ignoring the fact that she'd just made some poor associates day a little harder, she snatched her camera the moment it was handed to her and took a peek through the eye-hole.
One of her clones immediately blinded herself by snapping a picture of her own face, which was then suddenly and unexpectedly involved with one of Roaches roachie feet. Elke hurried to freeze the moment forever on film, delighted by the smooshed, uncomfortable look on her twins face.
After taking a few glamour shots like that, she pushed the clone out of the way via palm-to-face, and captured Roaches foot from a few more angles before moving on. She didn't need to use up all her film on one set of feet, no matter how spectacular. She ignored the other clone, who took a picture of her own bellybutton, and headed off down the street toward the salon she had in mind.
