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.
She probably would have coughed, if she hadn't been too stubborn to hold it in. Smoke wafted by, while she was busy eyeing Kait and this new guy. Secret door code thing? What was this, a club house?
.... Elke found herself really rather jealous. She didn't have a super cool club house with door passwords. Where had this concept been all her life? Clearly, she was going to have to rectify the situation as soon as she got home, and start making plans to get a club of her own going.
...and it would have a bubble gum machine, damnit.
The question angled her way as she followed kait inside gave her a reason to pause, fist because she felt flare of indignant (misunderstood and probably completely inappropriate) fire rush through her, and then because she'd promised not to cause trouble. Swallowing hr misguided anger, the native stuffed her hands into her pockets and muttered a reply back quietly. “...uh....the rest of the Village people couldn’t make it?”
It was an attempt, albeit a poor one, to shift attention away from herself, and more importantly, her Indian getup. She didn't know if speaking to the guy was even a good idea, so turned her attention Kait's way, for guidance.
The native brow furrowed, and she clenched her jaw. "You ain't a monster... the big stupid bug who keeps me trapped here is a monster..." Nothing could compare in her mind to the horrors she'd had to suffer because of that @*%#$@%. Not the pit, not Big Red, nothing. "You're just a big angry pair of boobs." Still, the bit about the clones being her 'children' and her sending them off to die irritated her a little. When were people gonna get it through their thick skulls that the duplicates weren't people? They were flesh and bone, sure, but not truly alive. They were constructs, simple as that.
"Nice try, lady, but they aren't alive. They're distractions, simple as that." Unfortunately short lived, typically useless distractions. Nocking another arrow, she took aim and let it fly, aware that her last duplicate was probably about to die in a very painful manner. If she didn't get a shot in how, she'd be too overcome by pain to try and get another one out after.
Surprisingly, as shocked as the clone was that her masterful taunting hadn't driven the big red menace into tears, she managed to hop back out of the way of the trident just in time. Barely missing the pointy bloodstained tips of the weapon by fractions. Luck had been on Elke's side so far throughout the match, luck that was swiftly running out. Wherever her arrow landed, whether in it's intended target or not, the clone tripped on her own feet while back peddling and ended up on the ground.
"GET UP YOU IDIOT!"
Elke's shout probably landed on deaf ears, she really couldn't tell. The Native ground her teeth together in frustration, knowing full well that her opponent would no doubt skewer the clone before she could get back to her feet.
The pain... oh, god... the pain. It was almost too much. Broken bones were just about as bad as losing appendages, only, the pain didn't stop because the clone wasn't going to bleed out. Elke dropped to a knee, hissing between her teeth as phantom aches wracked her small body. There was nothing she could do to stop it... no amount of willpower would make it go away. She had to wait until the clone died, or melted, to be free from it.
She could barely pay attention to the fight any longer, with her eyes squeezed shut and the sound of her own heart beating wildly in her ears, she didn't hear a word of what was said. She did, however, notice when a new pain started up. A fire that bloomed behind her eyes and spread across the majority of her face until it felt like she was doing to die. A high pitched wail broke through from behind clenched teeth, and though she could see that nothing was wrong with her, the torture made it hard for her to concentrate.
Black eyes, squinted against the onslaught of pain, lifted and stuck on the red mutant. One clone was struggling weakly in her arms, her screaming becoming ever muffled within the woman's chest. The last remaining clone had darted away, out of reach, and circled around to Elke's side. It was spared the torture it's creator was going through, and could only watch as the Native writhed in the dirt in mock death throes. Then, mercifully, the torment ended. The pain vanished, leaving the duplicator gasping for breath.
“Come on, sweeties, Auntie Jez isn’t done yet…”
"Yeah, @!$%#&, I guess it isn't..." Staggering back into her feet, she braced herself against the wall as she hooked another arrow into place. "I want you to act as a distraction... never get to close, dodge her attacks as best you can... I will try and find an open spot and make the shot." She kept her voice low, hushed so only the two of them would hear it over the roar of the crowd, and lifted her bow up to aim in the direction of her opponent. Squinting one eye, she honed in on her target. A split second later, just as her clone was rushing back out onto the battle field, she let her arrow fly.
It flew in a blur, sank into it's target a second later, and the body of the clone dangling from the red woman's chest flopped from the impact. The projectile had punched clean through the dead girl's neck, a killing blow had she still been alive. The Native wasn't sure if it had been delivered with enough force behind it to send it all the way through the dead clone and into it's target, but by the time it had reached it's destination, she was already in the process of nocking another arrow.
She realized, while aiming, that she was running out of ammunition. Five arrows remained in her quiver, and while there were certainly a good number of weapons still scattered around the arena for her to use, her bow was the only one she really had any expertise with. The clone still up and moving had her knife, which was her second best weapon... Taking a second to try and spot something else to use if it came to it (if she even survived long enough to use one).
On the other side, the last duplicate was trying to decide which way was best to go about distracting the woman. Running in hadn't worked before, and the boss had told her to keep her distance. Which, didn't leave a lot of options. "Eh! Eh, Big Red!" Maybe flapping her yapper would work? "Wassa'matter? Lemme guess, yer Boyfriend dumped you because ya got more'uva a package than he does! Naw, wait... Ain't you the governor of California? EauggEUUAAgggGG! EEEUUgGGAHAHUUUGAGAG!" Her impression was poor, but loud and annoying. So it worked in her mind. She added something onto the end by stooping and scooping up a handful of dirt, which she then threw at the red woman.
Elke ignored the act, her aim locked on to try and get a good fix at the mutants face. Because as the saying goes, when all else fails, got for the eyes!
The native wrinkled her nose at Lodestone, but wisely kept her mouth shut. With the harpy of a principal latched onto her, one wrong word would land her in the back of a squad car, en-route to her social workers office. Considering that she'd just gotten away from Susan again, it wasn't a ride she was looking forward to.
but... then the Hero did something surprising...
"If you'd like, Ah coulds escort Miss Crawford home."
The shocked expression that flew across Elke's face said it all. It doubled when she glanced up at the principal, and found that the woman was actually considering it! Could she really get away scott free?
"Well... I suppose that would be fine. You're more than qualified to look after this little delinquent, and make sure she gets home safe." The grip on her arm loosened and she was released. The young mutant fought the urge to bolt, simply take off running before either of them could stop her... instead turning her eyes back to the masked woman. Could she be trusted?... She was mutant, so that had that much in common, at least... but... Elke still held onto a thread of suspicion.
"Well, Miss Crawford. I can't say it was a pleasure seeing you again... let's hope this is the last time you get caught on school grounds without actually being a student here, Hmm?"[/i] Without waiting for the child to respond, she bid the X-man a good day and turned to head back inside.
Elke made it her personal mission right then and there to make as many rude faces and gestures at the woman's back as she possibly could, before she vanished inside. Then she turned her attention back to Lodestone... and frowned slightly.
"...Why'd you do that... say you'd take me home and all that?"
Ducking into the first store she found, she was already in the process of shrugging the itchy dress off that she'd been stuffed into. She didn't have any belongings to speak of, not on her person anyway, so her only options were to either wander around the mall in her skivvies, or to trade the stupid dress for some other clothing.
...She was more than happy to roll with the second option.
Ditching her current clothing for a pair of baggy overalls and a t-shirt from the kid's department, then hightailed it back out of the store. Or, attempted too, at least. Just before she hit the exit, she ran into two obstacles. One being a security guard who'd spotted her trade of clothes and decided to come investigate, and the other being the giant bug man from before. Once again, more pressing matters forced her to push away her curiosity about the obvious mutant, in order to try and deal with the security man.
"Ey kid, waddu dink yur dowin?" He stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, sniffled and wiped at his nose with a napkin. Great... he had the plague or something, and he was touching her! "Lemme go, pig!" Kicking at his shins resulted in a muffled curse, and a sneeze, which Elke recoiled from like he was blasting lava out of his nose at her.
"Ya can'd jus walg outta ere widdoud payin fer dat... Where're yur barends?"
"-and you're sure that this will get rid of all of it?"
"Yes, Ma'am. We have a 'Try it for sixty days, and if you're not satisfied return it for a full refund' policy."
"...well.. hmm... I don't know. Twenty dollars is a lot of money! I'll buy one from you if you knock it down to ten dollars, what do you say, sonny?"
Elke rolled her eyes, her arms crossed over the the frilly chest of her dress. It made her arms itch, but she wasn't about to abandon being visually unhappy just because of something like that. She huffed, tapping one foot impatiently. How long was the old bat gonna try and sweet talk this guy for? He hadn't fallen for it the last three times, so it was highly unlikely that just badgering him some more was going to work.
After a moment of listening to the two of them argue back and forth, Elke realized something. This was the first time since she'd been picked up three days ago that the old lady had taken her eyes off of her... No one was watching!
She edged off to the side so she was hidden behind her elderly captor from the sales man's eyes, and was about to split off a duplicate... when a corn dog mysteriously appeared in front of her face. Dark eyes trailed from the food, up an arm, to a trench coat clad insect man. Damn near instantly, she had to bite back a squeal of happiness.
She loved physical mutations like that! Love love loved them!
Instead of letting herself grab the corn dog though, she forced the split she had been working on. A few moments later, an exact duplicate of herself was at her side, staring in confusion at the back of the old ladies floral print jumper. Elke leaned in and whispered as quietly as she could into the clones ear.
"You stay here, okay? The old bat's got ton's of cookies back home and she'd just love to play dollies with you." The clones eyes widened like saucers, and she nodded fiercely. Grinning, Elke scooted back and away, grabbing the offered item of food from the bug man, before she turned and darted as quickly as she could to the side. The clone was going nowhere with the story she'd given her, so she'd have at least 24 hours before anyone realized she was gone.
On her way past the bug man, she whispered her thanks. She wasn't willing to risk the old lady's stupid hearing aid actually working for once, and picking up sounds from her escape.
"Man... I gotta get this damn thing off... it's itchy as @#$%!"
People often questioned her about why she refused to let people adopt her. Pretty often, in fact. It confused them how a child who didn't have much (in their opinions) would down right rebel against a system only trying to give her a loving family and a home to call her own.
Well, this was the reason why.
The woman dragging her by the hand through a crowded mall, chattering incoherently about her thoughts, the day, the people around her, and her many, many cats. SHE was the reason Elke refused to accept attempts at adoption. Why she straight up abandoned nice homes and people with money for a life in with her deadbeat mom and absent father.
"Margie, are you even listening to me?!"
One crotchety old woman who reeked of animals and menthol was the current bane of her existence. Elke was too hard to remember, apparently, so she'd gone ahead and renamed the Native Margie. Seriously... MARGIE. She also wasn't allowed to wear pants, swear, play in dirt or with boys, or use her god given mutation. All of those things had been banned from her, because good little girls didn't do any of them.
Elke found herself stuffed into the most uncomfortable, itchy pink dress she'd ever had the misfortune of encountering. Her sneakers had been thrown away, (she'd only barely managed to save them from getting picked up by the garbage man), and the woman had stuffed her feet into a pair of shiny white dress shoes that were one or two sizes too small. Her hair had been pulled back into a painful ponytail with a gaudy, over-sized pink bow... and she'd been forced to put makeup on.
It was torture, and the old crone damn well knew it!
"Yes... ma'am." "Good, I'd hate to think that your last lesson was for naught." Elke rolled her eyes as she was tugged along, and went back to her miserable musings. She was absolutely sure that she'd been adopted because the woman was addicted to a show about children in pageants. She was also sure that the woman had never had any kids of her own, and was subsequently making up for the cobwebs in her barren, dusty female parts by dragging some poor kid home with her.
And Elke just happened to be that poor slob. "Can I have a corn dog?" Her question caused the old woman to visibly jump, like she'd been physically struck. The child cringed as she swung around, mortification written across her wrinkled face, and gaped at her. "Corn dogs?! Mercy me! Have I taught you NOTHING!?"
And then came an hour long rambling, high pitched, wheezy rant about junk food doing nothing for figures, and how little girls should be more interested in eating their greens and taking their cod liver oil.
With a grin, she nodded. "Sure thing, boss." With a little mock salute, she turned from Kait and pinned her best 'annoyed' frown on the two clowns clones.
"Eh, you jerks gotta stay out here, got it?"
Both of them stared at her silently for a second or two, before glancing at each other. "But... I still have to take a leak..." One started slowly, adding in an exasperated wiggle as if to justify her need to follow the both of them inside.
"No." Elke countered, crossing her arms over her chest. The duplicate whined, dancing around in a little circle. "But I gotta peeeeee" The Native shook her head, and pointed off back the way they had come. "There are plenty'a corners and stuff you can squat in somewhere, but you ain't comin' in here. Kait's orders, and she's more important than you."
"But booooosssss--" Elke turned to the other clone, who had been silently trying to catch a moth fluttering around the area. "Hey, i'll give you some of my candy stash back home if you can keep her out here... by any means necessary."
That caught the duplicates attention so quickly, Elke may as well have just told her she loved her. Candy was candy, no? "Aye Aye, Boss!" As the Native turned back to Kait, to continue on, one duplicate launched herself at the other and tackled the girl to the ground.
"Problem solved!" She sing-songed, and grinned. While behind her the clone fighting for the side of glorious candy locked the poor clone who only had to use the restroom in a choke hold worthy of a pro wrestling show.
“What’s keeping you firing another one? You scared, you little ****?”
Elke did her best to ignore the woman. Letting the mutant rile her into anger would only prove to be her downfall... not that the chances at winning were tipped in her favor or anything.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise. I just…I want us to stop. To talk. To look into each other’s eyes. And I want…to rip out your ****ing spine!! Hahaheheheahahaehehe!!!”
Cringing, she waited until her clone was close enough to the large woman, before she stopped and nocked another arrow. When the woman spun, she saw a chance and jumped on it. Before she let her arrow loose, she split once more. Another clone stumbled away, before she nodded her head in the woman's direction. The duplicate took a moment to assess the situation, before turning and ripping a blade off of the wall behind her.
The other clone, who was charging head-long toward the red woman, barely managed to dodge the attack. She dropped hard onto her knees in the dirt, skidding through the gritty sand. The butt end of the woman's weapon streaked past her face, clipping the flesh of her forehead as it passed hard enough to sting. She tried to ignore it as best she could, while lurching forward and attempting to slash at the woman's legs with her knife.
The other clone, armed with a gleaming, stained Kukri, sprinted toward the mutant opponents turned back. Meanwhile, Elke darted off to the side, still clinging to the wall, pausing only when she had an unobstructed view of her target. Once she stopped, it took her a second to lock onto her chosen target on the woman, the knees, before she let her arrow fly. Not wasting a moment to see if the arrow hit it's target, she reached back and fished another arrow out, nocking it, aiming... and firing once more.
Ah... damn... And they'd been having such a nice conversation agreeing about how much of an ass the Judge was, too!
The little girls eyes shifted over to where the two teachers who usually patrolled the playground were, and she frowned. Only a few of the kids here knew her real name, and that was only because she'd forced them to pinky promise not to tell any adults, or else she'd cut them. But... now she was curious, dammit!
She watched the teachers for a moment, who were busy making sure a few kids learned to share a ball correctly, before she pinned her eyes back on the newly named Lodestone. Maybe.... heroes like her could be trusted, just a little bit? It was highly unlikely that she'd know all of Elke's past off the top of her head, and even more unlikely that she'd have anything to do with run away kids... right?
Heroes had other, more important things to worry about anyway. Yeah. So, admitting who she really was would have no negative downside at all!
"Well... My real names Elke."[/color] She started. Managing to look just as shifty and nervous as she felt.
Elke, huh? Where have I heard that name? Oh, yeah... some nice police men came looking for you yesterday."
"@%^$#!" Elke jumped, and spun around. A plump looking, elderly principal was standing behind her. How had such and old crone snuck up on her?! Faster than an old lady right should be, the woman reached out and snatched her arm.
"I came over here to thank you again for volunteering to come all the way down here and speak to the children.." She started, smiling at the costumed x-man. "I hope Ms. Crawford here hasn't given you any trouble? She's not a student here, you see... she just happens to like stopping by every now and then to get herself into trouble."
Elke shot the woman a glare, and squirmed against her grip harder. "Hey! It's not my fault those douches refused to play ball with me! They deserved to eat dirt!" Of course, she had been the one to call them names in the first place, when the two boys had both refused to let her join in on their kickball game. Technicalities~
"Mhm, yes, well... We still don't appreciate such violence, as I've told you once before. I do believe Susan has given you a similar speech before as well, hasn't she Elke?"
The native's only reply was a grumble under her breath while she jerked at her arm some more.
"Ah dornt think Ah know a 'Judge.' Is he an X-Man? Dae you know what his power was?"
The child opened her mouth to respond... and then closed it again. What was the Judge? She knew from the cop she'd talked to that he wasn't the kinda guy who she should hang around... but she didn't know much more about him other than that. She was puzzled into a momentary silence, while her twin picked herself up off the ground and wandered around the masked woman curiously.
"I...uh.. Don't know. I don't think he's an X-man... because, well, the coppers didn't seem too happy with him..." Blinking, she watched her duplicate carefully, until the clone was standing off to her right. "Ey baws.. do aye sowoond laik ah eero nawh?" The twin asked, grinning from ear to ear. The horribly massacred attempt at copying the masked woman's accent made Elke cringe, and she slapped a hand over the duplicates mouth.
"No! God no... don't.. don't ever try that ever again, it sounded like you were gargling broken glass." The twin blinked, confused and slightly insulted. She quickly decided to huff, scowl, and pout with her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"Anyway..." She muttered, turning her attention back to the woman. "I don't know exactly what his power is or whatever... but I know he's a dirty cheater! I shot him, straight in the shoulder with an arrow! What does he do? He freakin' ignored it!" Elke huffed as well, copying her clones pout and crossed arms. "Stupid armored bully... All I was trying to do was stop him from pushing that guy off the roof... but nooo. Then I finally corner him, and poof! He's gone just like that..."
It was unfair! Really! If he'd stuck around and fought her she was sure she'd have been able to get a shot at him, and have it hit that time! He probably had armor or something on under his silly costume... but it was impossible to have it everywhere!
Blinking as she suddenly seemed to remember that there was another costumed hero present, Elke snapped herself out of the beginnings of a rant. "...oh... I, um... I never heard your name...lady... It was hard to hear what you were saying from over on the playground."
The Native shrugged. "Well, yeah they're alive. I mean, they bleed and stuff... but I don't think it hurts when they melt like that, really." After all, she could feel everything they went through, just on a muted scale. "It's more like... um... like that feeling you get when you eat a bad tuna fish sandwich. Yer stomach gets all cramp-y and you spend the next five hours of your life wishing you'd just eaten a damn corndog, instead."
Only, it lasted for maybe a minute at the most. "It hurts when they get hit by cars and what-not, though. Or if they fall off of something really high." The last sentence came off with a matter-o-factly air too it, because both of those things had already happened. Which, now that she thought of it, reminded her of another awesomely super cool hero type person.
"Say... do you happen to know that Judge fellow? I've got a bone to pick with him... the jerk ran away in the middle of a fight!" Her amrs crossed over her chest and the child huffed, managing to look indignant even though she was talking about a rather fearsome person.
A searing pain shot through her, and a startled cry left her lips. It wasn't like a fall, nor a fist... not even a simple knife stab. Three prongs of pain stopped her dead in her tracks, and Elke had to lean against the wall in order to stay standing. One glance toward the hulking red woman, and she spotted the reason for her pain. One twin was down... with that awful weapon pinning her to the ground.
A moment later, the duplicate expired. The pain lifted instantly, and Elke was able to move again. She instantly lifted her arms, aimed, and fired off the arrow she had nocked in the woman's direction. It was two against one now, but she still had another up her sleeve. As soon as the fletching left her fingers, she was running again. Her opponent was unmerciful, savage, and apparently foul mouthed. It was just the kind of thing the crowd loved.
Sick @^%$#...
As she ran, she kept an eye on her other twin. The girl was circling around the other side of the arena, knife out in her hand. She figured that there was a fifty fifty chance that the beast woman would go for either of them, but was hoping she'd go for the easier prey. If she turned her back and went for the duplicate, Elke would have a chance to sink a few arrows into her.
If she didn't, she could only hope that her twin was smart enough to see a chance and run for the woman. A direct attack would leave her a different type of opening.. and if she wanted to walk away from this encounter with all of her body parts intact, she needed some kind of advantage.
