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?
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Finding her brothers was easier than normal. They were lounging around the back yard. tossing a football back and forth while talking about school or something. Elke couldn't rightly decipher most of what they were talking about, save for the fact that it had something to do with girls. Probably cheerleaders, if she knew her brothers as well as she thought she did.
Pausing along side the house, just out of sight, she watched them for a moment. She'd found them, yes... but she didn't really know what she'd wanted to find them for. Boredom simply demanded that she find something to entertain herself with.
Normally if she approached either of her brothers, they tended to drop what they were doing in order to torment her mercilessly, but sometimes they'd let her play with them. Squinting, Elke tapped her chin thoughtfully. Maybe it was worth the risk?
A few moments later, the native stepped around the side of the house and cautiously approached the two boys. They didn't notice her until she was nearly along side them, and when they did the game abruptly ended.
"What do you want, squirt?"
With dark eyes as wide as a startled dear, the girl shifted and cleared her throat. "I... uh... can I play?"
Both boys shared a look with each other, cocky little smiles curling the corners of their lips. One shrugged, "I dunno... Dakota, what do you think?"
Dakota's smile shifted into a grin, one that Elke's tended to reflect, "I don't see what not, William. The Moose want's to play, let her play!" Dakota tossed the football in his hands Elke's way, earning a squeak of surprise from the girl as she fumbled to catch it. Not a moment later, William's giant shadow blocked out the sun, and the wind rushed out of her as he tackled her to the ground.
"Hope you like full contact football, moose!" She heard the other bellow, before he dog piled on top.
From around the corner of the house, the real Elke twitched and shifted uncomfortably. Full contact? Against dual one hundred and fifty pound opponents?! Man... was she ever happy she'd been mistrusting enough to send a clone out first. Grumbling about her brothers, the Native reached for the slingshot in her back pocket.
"C'mon! Say it, Moose! Say it or you eat dirt!"
One brother had the clone trapped in an arm lock, while the other was slowly advancing on her with a grassy clump of dirt in his hand. What was that thing wriggling around in it?... oh, a worm. Trying as hard as she could to keep her mouth shut and stick to her boss' plan, the clone was getting a little restless. If she didn't say anything, what would happen?
"Open up wide for the mud pie, kiddo!" Dangit, she couldn't hold it in anymore" " That's not a mud pie! Mud pies are squishy, wet, and delishious!"
Before either brother could question what she'd just said, Elke let loose a marble from her slingshot. The well aimed hit smacked solidly into William's left butt cheek, earning a yelp from him. Elke hopped out from her hiding place with another marble already aimed and ready. "Damnit! It's a clone!" Elke's second marble popped Dakota in the right bicep, and he dropped the clone.
"Get to da choppaaaaa!" She shook her weapon at them, then turned and fled from her brothers rage as fast as she possibly could.
Elke's cry for retreat fell on deaf ears, as her brothers abandoned the clone. It spotted the dropped clump of dirt and grass, pointed at it and shouted after them as they charged after their sister. "Are you gonna eat this!?"
The Native zipped her lips, and watched him silently.
“I age shift oh something, but it likes staying heah,”“So, I'm pretty much stuck this way, I guess.”
Stuck? Well... that sucked. Shifting awkwardly on her feet, she glanced around them-- keeping an eye out for trouble while he explained-- and tried to think up something smart to say in return. Elke wasn't exactly a genius with words, and more often than not ended up making situations worse. She was well aware of that flaw, and tried to fix it when it really mattered. Clyde was a mutant, and in her mind that made made him her equal. It was her firm belief that no one from her species should suffer because of their god-given gifts.
"Guess all those movies about kids stayin' kids forever ain't all they're cracked up to be, then... aren't they?" Attempting a crooked smile, she shoved her hands into her pockets. "But... my grandad always used to say that there's an upside to everything... you just have to look for it. Maybe sometime soon you'll figure out what yours is? And who knows, maybe it will turn out to be a lifetime of getting to play less for movie tickets, or maybe something more." Her eyes wandered away, eyebrows drawing together as she attempted to decipher whether what she'd just said was a good thing or not.
“Anyways, you might want to get out of heah befoh that guy finds you,”
Then they snapped right back to Clyde, and a grin once again found it's way onto her face. Waving her twin over, she cupped a hand to the girls ear and whispered into it. After a few moments of hushed, hurried instructions, the clone saluted rigidly and sprinted off.
"I don't think either of us will have to worry about that lug head." Squaring her shoulders proudly, she flashed a set of pearly whites at Clyde. "There were two of me when he came up... and now there are two of me in the school. When the clone finds him again, or gets found, they'll just assume it was me and that'll be that."
She frowned momentarily, after concluding the explanation of her most brilliant plan. " 'Course, I can prolly cross this school off the list of safe places, considering how blabby clones can be. Can't risk getting picked up here if I ever came back."
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"Mom..."
She prodded the sleeping woman's shoulder again, and again received no response. Another aggrivated sigh left her, and she reached out to shake her mother's shoulder.
"Mom!"
The woman snored loudly in response, and hiked her blanket up over her head.
"Mom! Mom! MOOOOM!" Climbing up onto the couch, the thirteen-year old started to hop and bounce. The resulting chaos forced her mother to groan, yank the blanket down, and glare at her daughter through one bleary eye.
"Uuugh... Elke, what? What is it this time?" With a little grin, the Native stopped jumping up and down on the sofa cushion.
"Can I have twenty bucks?"
"No."
"Can I take the dirt bike out for a ride?"
"No, it's your brothers. Ask him."
"Can I take the truck into down?"
"No."
"Can I invite some of my friends over and have a party?"
"No!"
"Can I go walking in the forest?"
"N--...Jesus, Elke.... Since when have you ever asked my permission to do that?" Her mother was adopting a slightly-more-than-annoyed tone. It truly warmed Elke's little heart.
"Never." She hummed, "But I wanted to try it, just to see what it felt like."
A deadpan stare was leveled on her. "What do you want? If nothing, then go away and let me sleep."
"Where'd Dakota and William go?" She questioned finally, hopping back off the couch.
With a sigh, her mother rolled over again and ducked back under her blanket. Elke had to lean in a little to hear her muffled reply.
"I don't know, Elke... just... just go look for them somewhere. anywhere but here!"
Pursing her lips, the Native glanced around the dark living room, before shrugging and heading off toward the front door. She paused before her hand could so much as touch the knob, and turned back to squint at her mother's buried form.
"You know... Dad dates women who look a lot like you..." A brief moment of silence fell over the room, then.. " 'cept they all look like floozy's."
"Elke!"
The young Native scuttled out the door as fast as she could to flee her mother's outrage.
The Native's eyes widened. He was... a mutant? After a moments pause, a grin so big it stretched nearly up to her ears appeared on her face. Wriggling backwards, she lowered herself off the branch and dropped back to the ground. Ignoring the bits of bark and tree dander that stuck to her clothes, Elke quickly crossed the space between them and stopped before the newly outed mutant.
"That's so cool!" She couldn't-- and didn't want too-- keep the excitement from her voice as she spoke, and bounced up and down on her heels. "What kinda power is it?" Clasping her hands behind her back, she started around him in a lazy circle... as if inspecting him.
"Like... are you stuck that way? Or do you choose to be this age?" Her mind tried to wrap around all of the possibilities-- all of the pranks and fun one could have with such an ability-- and failed.
"I'm the runt of my family. Don't got nothing to explain why I'm so small 'cept for bad blood." Pausing, she lifted a hand to her chin thoughtfully and rolled her eyes skyward. Being a kid forever?... Man, she'd get so much free stuff if she had a mutation like that.
Her dark eyes twinkled mischievously as she glanced back at him, and she shoved her hands back into her pockets.
"Eh... Boss? You said we was goin' for ice cream, right?" Her twin appeared by her side, nearly startling Elke out of her self-induced daydream, and she glanced at the clone. "Yeah, yeah... gimme a bit, will ya?"
The reminder of what she'd had planned for the rest of the day, what she'd tried (and failed) to get Clyde to agree too, brought back the threat of the trouble she'd gotten into. Gotten him into, too.
...Maybe she needed a plan, to figure out how to sort the mess out.
Huffing, she felt like shrugging his apology off at first. She was irritated, yeah, but not enough to properly form a grudge on anyone.
"Don't worry about it... s'not your fault anyway." The clone below had enough sense to start edging slowly away. "Not like a certain clone who doesn't know how to keep her yapper shut!" The Native tossed the twig in her hand at the twin, which flew halfway pitifully before fluttering to the ground.
Then she went back to brooding, or at least attempted to, until Clyde spoke up again.
“If it makes you feel any bettah, I could tell you something I usually don't like people knowing.”
A... secret? Elke's attention was swiftly captured. Er... not that secrets and gossip were a big thing to her, or anything... she just liked knowing things. Secret things. Yeah. "What's that?" She questioned, turning on the branch so she could peer down at him with her legs dangling over the side. Considering what she'd just spilled the beans about, maybe he was in a similar situation?
“What’s going on here? What’re you doing to these kids?”
Quinton looked away from the tug-o-war momentarily to the man who had just approached. "These kids have my property, I want it--" Elke and the clone tugged... and his frustration grew another five inches. If he wasn't careful, they'd rip his life's work! "-- back!"
Turning his full attention back to the two bothersome children, Quinton adjusted his grip, moved his feet into a better position, and tugged all the. He could see in his mind, the front page ripping... the inner pages wrinkling and the pictures destroyed! In that very second, his power kicked into full gear.
The man tugged, the Vending machine clone lost her grip... and Elke vanished in the blink of an eye.
Quinton, set off balance by the sudden win on his side of the game, was sent crashing into the man in the Black Bird costume. The book in his hand slapped suddenly into contact with the comic shop owner, and Quinton let out a yelp.
***
Elke blinked, and suddenly she was... outside? No longer was she fighting over a book... or in a store... or near anyone, for that matter. Where was she? Scratching her head, she glanced around, and then her eyes drifted downward a little. Why did everything look so much like a drawing? The trash can to her right had black outlines... So did the building behind it. The sky looked like it had been painted with water color, and...
"...Omaigod." SHE WAS A FREAKIN' CARTOON CHARACTER!?
She nodded, rather proudly too. Being a mutant was something she liked to boast about, especially to humans.
...probably not the smartest idea.
“Cawted off? What do you mean by that? Do the schools try to keep you out because you ah a mutant?”
Glancing at him as she turned to climb back onto her branch, she opened her mouth to explain. Not the truth, mind you, but the same lie she told nearly everyone who asked. But... her twin beat her too it.
"We ain't allowed in schools around here, because Susan is trying to put us in a home first."
The disbelieving, shocked stare Elke sent the duplicates way passed unnoticed, as the clone picked up a wriggling bug from the ground and plopped it into her mouth. "Once we's in a home, then we can go to school... right Boss?"
The thirteen year old's jaw worked silently for a moment, while she tried (and thankfully succeeded) in holding a temper tantrum back. Really, she shouldn't have been surprised that it had opened it's gabber and blabbed something like that, as they always seemed too, but she wasn't prepared for such a private thing being leaked.
"...I hate you so much right now, you stupid @#$%..." Glancing from the twin back to Clyde, she frowned... then sighed. "Well, you heard her... need anymore of an explanation than that?" The Native hauled herself back up onto the branch, and ripped a small twig odd to fiddle with.
"...Got a social worker on my tail. Can't show my face in some places anymore, or I end up a charity case in some strangers house."
“Why do you call yah sistah a clone? I doubt she appreciates being called that.”
Blinking back a frown, since Clyde apparently wasn't going to join her, she rolled her eyes instead and flopped back on the branch. Tucking her arms behind her head quickly, the Native droned out the same response she gave to everyone who asked that kind of question.
"Cuz she's not real." It was a simple enough answer in her mind, but she was sure it didn't satisfy him. They never satisfied anyone. "She ain't like you and me, flesh and blood and what not" Rolling into a seated position, she made to prove her point my duplicating right there on the branch. A twin separated from her, suddenly coming into it's own body and mind.
... and it promptly fell out of the tree.
Elke bit back a giggle, wincing instead, and dropping an elbow on her knee. Then her chin nestled into a palm, and she stared down at the boy. "They go all goopy after about a day, straight up melt." She thought about the other clone, as he'd pointed out, who had run off in a different direction. "We're connected or something though, so if the other one get's into a brawl... I'll feel it." There, a through (in her opinion) and not-so-simple explanation. Maybe that would settle things.
“Why don't you tell me why you ah heah in the first place? Do you even go to school? As in, elementary school?”
The thirteen year old scowled, her back straightening at what she assumed was an insult. With practiced ease, she hopped from the branch and landed in a crouch below. " School? $#@%, I don't have no need for school." The native spat on the ground and crossed her arms over her chest. "There ain't nothing they can teach me in a school, that I can't learn on my own."
After staring him down for a good long while, until she thought she had her point across, she turned away finally. " Besides, I ain't allowed back at most of the schools around here. They got my face on record, and if they catch me i'll be carted off so fast my head'd spin."
>,,> I haz myself a very visible mutant, who may be up for some threading in the coming weeks~ I can't think of a more unique place to look into, than a DeerMart.
“You know, You didn’t have to lie about your age like that. How old are you, really?”
Elke blinked at Kaitlyn, before answering back in a similarly low voice. "Naw, really, I'm twelve. I turn thirteen in September." She counted off the months on her fingers, just to make sure she had her months down correctly. Yup... September was when she usually got hastily scribbled birthday cards, and a present or two.
Sniffling and wiping her nose on the sleeve of her shirt, the Native eyed the other girls drink, then turned to scan the rest of the room. Didn't really look like nothin' special, not like in the movies, anyway. "Ma always says I was the runt of the litter, and that my brothers stole all the height for themselves."
Man, did she have a ton of questions about where she was, and why she had to be all in control of herself and stuff. But, in this case Kaitlyn was the Boss, and she didn't want to step on anyone's toes.
"Say... Sorry 'bout Badger. We ain't usually for attacking mutants, seeing as we are mutants... but when he gets all p@#$y like that it's hard to talk sense into him."
I'm just going to come out and say it... at an unspecified time, I may try to throw a saddle on you, for a free sky ride. *squints* That's what you get for having an awesome mutation! Welcome to the Site!
