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.
"Coz you're a punk, bit you're alsae jist a kid, sae Ah'm giving you th' benefit of th' doubt."
... Benefit of the doubt? ... she could work with that. She felt a grin tugging at her lips, and beat it back savagely while plots started to form in her mind. While Lodestone talked about taking her home and the whole "no trouble" thing, which.. really, she didn't have to worry about at home anyway. Her mom would probably still be asleep, and her dad was probably gone.
...which left her brothers... and the possibility of wedgies and noogies until her scalp was sore.
Hmm.. maybe home wasn't the best idea after all.
Elke eyed the offered hand for a moment, before glancing back at her clone. "Just a sec." Kicking up dust to the duplicates side, she threw her arms around it and drew it in for a huddle. "Okay... listen, here's the plan..."
A few moments later, both her and the clone nodded. It understood what she needed from it, and she was already figuring out how to play her own part. When she stood and turned back around, the clone full body tackled her to the ground. In what appeared to be a continuation of the brawl from earlier the twins bickered and grappled each other, rolling a few times for good measure, until it was unclear to most which was the clone and which was the original.
"Your mama smells like a codfish!"
"Your daddy was as slow as a tortoise!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!" And so the argument went, while the two pulled hair and slapped feebly at one another.
The Native shrugged, ignoring her twin as it stuffed a hand into the backpack, and took the sandwich baggy back out. "That so, smart guy? Well even if I wasn't a highschoolah i'd have no need for Algebrah. S'not like people use math all that much in the real world anyway."
She glanced over at her clone with a confident smirk on her lips, looking for confirmation... and instead found that the girl had stuffed the sandwich in her mouth, plastic baggie and all. She was chewing away noisily, perfectly happy with her snack, until she noticed Elke looking at her. Well, glaring, really. "...Cun ah kerp et?"
Blinking at the clone in disbelief, Elke knew just what to say in response. "HIYAHH!" Miming every Kung Fu movie she'd ever seen, the twelve year old karate chopped the duplicate striaght in the throat.
"URK!" Choking and sputtering the twin toppled, flopping onto her side on the floor, where she squirmed and coughed. The half chewed food and plastic plopped out onto the ground, while the clone whined. Elke curled a lip at the sight, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned her attention back to the meddlesome boy.
"Besides, who's gonna find out? Unless someone tattles on me..." She pulled herself up, puffed out her chest to make herself look bigger, and pinned a glare on him. Maybe intimidation would work to chase him off, so she could get back to having fun.
“I really don't think you'll be interested in that stuff. It's all homework and books,”
At that, Elke glanced at the bag again. Just homework?... Only books? Weren't school kids supposed to have fun things too? Where were the Crayons? The playdough and candy!? Jeez... if this was what kids did in school these days, Elke was rather glad she'd escaped before she'd escaped before everything had gotten boring.
"What if I wanted to learn, uh... physics, huh?" What the hell was physics, anyway?
“You probably shouldn't be here, anyways, This is a high school. If Dr. Boding finds you, he won't be too happy.”
She narrowed her eyes right back, ignoring her clone as it edged closer to the backpack behind her. Mr. Boding, whoever he was, sounded like a jerk. Or, maybe she was labeling him as such because this kid was being a jerk, had named him, and now he was therefore a jerk by association.
"I ain't afraid of no one. Especially not some dude I've never even seen." She lifted a hand to pretend to inspect her nails, because that's what all of the snobby important people did on TV. " 'Sides... how do you know I ain't just short fer my age?"
What was the worst some stupid teacher guy could do, anyways, kick her out? Call the cops? Heck, she'd just get slapped on the wrist and dragged to Susan's office.
The Native couldn't figure out why the Judge wasn't already in the process of beating the snakes haired woman's face in, while her clone was drawing her attention away. She cringed and squirmed against her bindings as the duplicate took a hit, then squirmed again when the snake sank it's teeth in. It felt like her skin was on fire. Not very pleasant.
"Go get her, Judge! Go, go, go!" Heck, there wasn't much she could do from where she dangled, but at least she could still cheer her favorite masked vigilante on!
The knife slipping into her clone put a temporary damper on her enthusiasm, though... since it hurt enough to catch her breath in her throat. But it was, by far, the plate striking her from out of nowhere that earned the loudest, most colorful reaction from her yet.
"#%^@$#!!
Roach's scream drown out her own, and sent a child through her. The arena instantly went silent, and Elke knew she'd pushed her luck too far...
Ah, well... if she was gonna get eaten later, she'd best be havin' fun now, right?!
"YOU CAN DO IT! BELIEVE IN THE ME THAT BELIEVES IN YOU, JUDGE!" She sent another clone falling, and grinned as best she could through the pain of a nice little gash on her forehead.
Truth be told... she was too frightened to move. The object currently haunting her in both nightmare and waking moment was right before her, one clawed hand keeping her rooted to the spot. She had to look him in the face, listen to him as he basically removed all of her rights as a person... and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She should have felt hope die. Cold and dead inside. Rightly, she should have.
Instead, she felt more alive than ever. Fire was burning within, and all of its fury was directed at him. She wasn't allowed to talk anymore? Fine. She could be silent and still get her point across. She did so right then, even with him physically causing her pain, by spitting a fat glob of spit directly into his face.
The grip she had on her weapon tightened, and she watched as he joined her on the filthy arena floor. A little too late, considering what he had in mind for her duplicate.
"WATCH OU--AAUGH!"
The native dropped to her knees, one hand flying to her pounding, pain racked cranium. The assault lasted only moments... but it was painful enough to leave her dizzy by the time it was over. When she managed to gather herself, she spotted Roach heading toward her and lifted her bow again.
"You're a @$#%&^ing LIAR! You NEVER would have let me leave! Snarling as she yanked the string of her weapon back sharply, she aimed as best as she could for one of his giant, stupid bug eyes, and let the arrow fly.
Both the Native and her duplicate froze the moment the clapping started up. Elke refused to even look at him, dread already inching it's way down her spine. The clone on the other hand, started back pedaling away from the girl as if her short life depended on it.
Both of them held no great liking of the giant bug, and a strong, buried fear.
"Well... This certainly is a surprise, isn't it! Elke my dear... I never thought I'd hear myself say this... but you earned your freedom! Yes, that's right! You've won!"
... Any other fighter in her shoes may have grinned, or crowed, or even shed a happy tear at that news. Elke's fists clenched, and she glared solemnly at the ground. She knew what was coming next... she knew it inside, without even having to hear the words from his mouth parts.
"Well... Almost... You see, there is the matter of this being a fight to the death... But! A little warrior like yourself? I'm sure offing a helpless little girl won't be too hard. Kill her, Elke... Kill her, and earn your freedom."
The crowd was still silent. Waiting... watching. Her clone had backed far away, hoping that she'd escape the Roach's attention if she wasn't anywhere near Elke when the inevitable happened.
A long, tired sigh left the girl, before she gripped her bow and re-drew the string into a drawn back position. Her last arrow... pointed down, aimed at the gently rising and falling chest of a little girl. An unconscious, helpless little girl...
This world was a cruel one.
"No... No! I won't do it!" She swung around to face him, bow at her side, and aimed a frustrated, angry glare his way. "I won't kill her!"
Elke stopped the mad rummage through the book bag, with a half eaten sandwich in a baggy in hand, and turned to glance over her shoulder at the owner of the voice. "Uh, I am in school, dummy." Rolling her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world, she elbowed her clone in the ribs and the two of them snickered quietly to themselves.
“Somebody's going to be missing that, you know, You should put that back.”
"Finders keepers! They shouldn't have left it out in fro--Mrrfffuffhurff!"
As quickly as she could, the Native jammed the sandwich in her hand into her clones giant, gabbing mouth to stop the incriminating flow of words tumbling out of it. Really, they were more trouble than they were worth, sometimes. "As my sister was saying... It shouldn't have been left out in front. We were gonna look through it to try and figure out who it belongs to... then give it back to them."
Totally solid, completely-not-see-though lie. Man, was she good, or was she good? Grabbing the book off of her clones head, as well as the sandwich, she stuffed both objects back into the bag and zipped it back up.
"What's it to you, anyway?" Stupid nosy people... always ruining her fun.
Well... she could bet him that she could hold her breath longer, she was pretty good at that. She could bet him that she could beat him in a race around the playground, too. He looked pretty scrawny, so she assumed she'd win without much effort.
...but, just running was kind of boring. Hmm.
Ah! She had it. "I bet you... that I can beat you in a race around the playground. But! there will be obstacles." Turning, she pointed out the layout she hand in mind as she filled him in on her plan.
"We start there, have to hopscotch through there, climb over the big tire, get across the monkey bars, up that slide, down the rope ladder, around the swing-set, and then back to the place we started." It was like an obstacle course and a race! The most fun she could manage to get out of two things she loved to do.
"If I win, you have'ta show me what you can do.... And if you win, well... i'll do somethin' for you. Deal?" Grinning from ear to ear, she crossed her arms and waited for his answer.
.... the effect was... not really what she'd been expecting. The woman didn't straight die or anything... she... melted? No.. shrank? Maybe. It looked like the reverse of how she'd come into being in the first place.
Not willing to drop her guard until she was sure the fight was over, and the woman was truly dead, Elke nocked her last arrow and took a few hesitant steps toward the girl-- as she was currently the only opponent left in the arena. The duplicate trotted over as well, knife back in her hand, to see what had happened.
It was just the little girl. The one that had begged her to throw the fight in the beginning. Maybe... maybe it hadn't been a trick, then? From the looks of her, she was in no shape to fight. It was possible that she was injured, considering how many time's Elke had landed shots on her.
Hesitantly, the Native lowered her weapon, frowning because of the situation. She couldn't just let her die, if she was injured. Not if she'd already won the fight and there was no reason for it. "Hey... hey, stay with me, okay?... I'll get you out of here."
She started forward, waving her clone over as she moved, intent on hefting the girl up and getting her out of the arena as swiftly as possible. "Help me get her up... be gentle, though.. she could be injured."
"...Twelve." She was older that Kait?... but, she was shorter than the girl...
Than again, she was shorter than most of the other kids she knew, too. Realizing this fact, she attempted to puff herself up a little, to maybe look like less of a shrimp in comparison. With the guys around the table being all aloof and cool-like, she didn't want to come off as a twerp in a costume.
...not like that hadn't already happened or anything... but best not to let the mistake get repeated!
While trying to visibly look bigger, Elke realized something... She'd come along to get away from the cops, yeah... but mostly it had been because of the duplicate needing to pee. Glancing at her newest mutant buddy, the Native quietly decided to herself not to point this fact out. If she did, what was stopping them from leaving again before she got to see what this place was all about?
High School... a place of learning, as well as a place of status. Everything mattered, from the type of backpack you wore, to your hair and your shoes. If you didn't fit in with the 'crowd' those years of your life were almost guaranteed to be be absolute torture.
...or at least that's what Elke assumed.
Considering the fact that she'd been out of the system since her seventh birthday, the hierarchy of educational buildings was a little lost on her.
She'd gotten a little bored of the other schools, seeing as most had track records of her, and had offhandedly decided to try one for older kids. She was more than a little disappointed, to say the least.
What the hell did these kids do for fun? There wasn't a play ground... not even crappy hopscotch games! In fact... it looked like everyone she'd wandered past so far was content with chatting among themselves, eating lunch, or doing homework. Who did homework at lunch!?
Hiking the unattended backpack she'd picked up off the floor onto her shoulder a little higher, she continued on her merry way through the halls, looking for something even remotely interesting to do. "What's in this freaking thing, anyway? It weighs a ton."
"Maybe it's filled with bricks, boss... like in the cartoons." The ever helpful duplicate at her side answered, shuffling through a pamphlet she'd picked up by the main office. Some kinda safety things she didn't understand, but it had pictures (that she didn't understand either), but at least she was content.
Glaring at her "Twin" Elke dragged the backpack to her front and unzipped it to find out. What greeted her was a pile of books and papers, which upon inspection, she didn't understand in the least. "That the #$%@& is Algebra?... here, look busy with this and shut up."
Handing the book to the clone, Elke slowed to a stop and plopped the bag on a table so she could filter through it easier. The duplicate stared at the thick math book in her hands, before opening it and depositing it on her head like a hair.
Being dragged from her "room" for yet another fight was not on her list of things to do today. She'd barely recovered from the last bout, and was seriously lacking on energy.
Unfortunately, she had no choice in the matter.
Once she was in the arena, she probably should have felt a little better that she wasn't actually going to be fighting anyone today... but, when you're suspended from the contestants, hanging from the ceiling like the worlds gaudiest chandelier, she found that her spirits were not going to get any cheerier.
Then came the added low blow that one of the contestants happened to be familiar... very familiar. ELke felt her heart drop out through the bottom of her shoes, where it presumably landed on the floor somewhere down below.
The Judge? Really? The Judge? This was one of those moments in life where it feels like you've run out of doors and windows, and are trapped in a series of dead-end hallways. Nowhere to go, nothing to do but pick your nose and stare at a wall.
Shooting the most venomous glare she could muster at the Bug man where he sat to watch the fight, she decided right then and there to abandon the orders she'd been given. One Duplicate slid away, falling like a rock, and she shouted down at it as it fell to "GO AFTER THE ONE WITH THE SNAKES!"
Upon hitting the ground, after regaining her breath, said duplicate rolled to her feet and bolted for the nearest weapon, then, once armed, bolted for the 'One with the snakes!' with reckless abandon.
She did! A brief flare of hope bloomed when her opponent actually cried out, simmered for a moment while Elke crowed and reached for another arrow. Then, that hope was completely and utterly crushed when the red woman turned her full attention on Elke.
The jig was up.... and she only had two arrows left! "@%#$!" Her duplicate had picked herself up off the ground, and was already sprinting after the red woman with her knife in hand. Elke didn't know if it'd make it in time be any help. The idea to turn and flee came and went, as she barely inched away from her current position as the bull of a mutant came careening toward her. Though fear clutched at her, she felt no reason to run. Either her next arrow would hit again, and she'd see another glimmer of hope at wining, or she'd become the next casualty of the pit. In all honestly, the second option wasn't all that bad... Dying meant no longer being a puppet. No more fights, no more pumping out duplicates at Roaches beck and call. Death did really seem like paradise in contrast to her current lot in life.
....Unfortunately, that wasn't good enough. She couldn't just hang her head and wait for the red woman to crush her like a pop can, anymore than she could turn off her mutation. Survival was ingrained into her. She'd been thrown a bad bone long before the city had been lost, and she wasn't about to throw herself in the gutter now. As her opponent charged, she latched onto hr second to last arrow, swiftly locked it into position with her bow, and hauled back the string.
If she was going to die, then it would be while kicking, screaming, and clawing for survival. On that, she was determined.
When the woman fell, Elke didn't flinch. She didn't care if it was some kind of trick, her opponent had left her neck open, and the Native was determined to jump upon the opportunity. The arrow, guided by the tension in the string behind it, sailed into action with a dull thuk as she released it.
