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.
It was hard not to groan and slap herself in the face at how her boyfriend had just tried to order a beer. The Bartender blinked at the tall undercover hero as if he was puzzling over whether or not that had been a joke when Elke cut in. "Don't mind him, he's a terrible comedian. Two bud lights please."
Two dark bottled were fetched from behind the bar, un-capped, and slapped on the counter before them. Elke took hers and paid, before sliding into a seat and turning back to Xavier. "...A tough brewski... really?"
Xavier was looking somewhere else, though. Something was off. He'd spotted him? That was quick! The Native glanced in the direction he had been looking and momentarily stalled when she spotted none other than the trouble maker herself sittng beside their target, who was shirtless and... posing? ... The @$%&.
"....why am I not surprised. Hold up, let's wait to see where they are going."
She watched as the short blonde slid off her seat and hurried to follow Azar toward the back of the bar, through an exit door with a 'Employees only' hanging over it.
Oooh, she scuttled like she knew she had been caught. She'd spotted them, then. The jig was finally up and Xavier was about to see that his bestie wasn't the troubled little dove he thought she was.
Elke patted him on the arm, sliding out of her own seat and grabbing her un-touched beer to take with her. "Let's go."
of course, they weren't with a murderous criminal with ties to the place in order to get into the bad area, so... she would have to be sneaky. She slipped her small, sturdy slingshot out of her pocket and loaded one of the ballbearings she had into the little leather pad where ammo went. Using Xavier as a shield of sorts, she took careful aim at a hanging lamp across the bar. A second later the light shattered, spooking everyone nearby, and the bartender stomped over to see what all the fuss was about.
Elke took the chance to slip into the back area without hesitation.
It was kinda adorable how he just went all red like that. Reminded her a bit of her dad whenever he got flustered around Andrea or Shelby.
"I dunno. Probably have to ask that question to your local government official, or follow the paper trail."
She flat out laughed at the notion that their target was gonna come peacefully, but.. whatever. Everyone played their game different, she couldn't exactly fault him for wanting to go a nonviolent direction... even if it was dumb as @#$%.
"When the local pigs learn how to fly, maybe."
Dim neon lights lit up the alley with a glow as they approached the entrance to the place, and even from outside you could tell it was a rowdy place to be. The shouts and laughter that somehow managed to make it through solid brick walls belonged in a sports arena versus anywhere this small in the middle of the city. There wasn't even a doorman outside as they neared, just a ringer and a solid metal door with a very old, dingey peephole.
Elke hit the buzzer without any hesitation. After a moment someone piped up from behind the door, "Wasthe password."
"GEIM-EN-SR-1E."
There was a clunk, a creak as the heavy door swung inwards, and they were allowed in.
It was smokey and smelled like cheap cigars inside, and notably, it was packed. So many people were crammed in that it was hard to figure out which way the bar was at first.
Elke grabbed onto Xavier's hand, dragging him along with her, and as soon as they were out of earshot of the guard at the door, she edged in to tell him something.
"When we get to the bar, order a beer, just like me. Don't drink it, obviously, and keep an eye out for our guy."
The tall, good-looking blonde was already getting a lot of attention just for being more attractive than 80% of those around.
The Native turned around to squint at him. Don't judge a book...? Really? "Stop that. It's cute."
After turning a corner she stopped fully and turned around again. "Happens more often than you think. Sh*tty little holes in the wall like this place don't bother with carding. Some places hire doormen that don't care, some can tell fake ID's from real ones."
She thumbed herself in the chest, "I am a pretty girl, and pretty girls don't often get turned away whether they are underage or not. It's 'better for business'."
His last comment gave her pause and she considered him silently for a moment. Yeah, it made sense. She appreciated it, even if it wasn't something exclusive to just her. It was plain to see that he quite often took people at their word.
"Thanks." She went up on her tippy toes to peck him on the cheek, and then turned to head back off toward their seedy destination.
"Exactly. @#$% knows they aren't going to take my word for it alone."
She glanced over at him when he made comments about the guy's appearance and snorted. "Yeah, his type always seems to try and cover up perceived inadequacies with something visually threatening or striking. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that, based on rumors, he's got some issues with his own masculinity."
Actually, that brought up a good point.
"We do need to be a bit careful, though. If we're dealing with a fire that could end up with a few buildings that come down if he loses his sh*t, which, apparently he does quite often. He's apparently got a hair-trigger temper if he feels slighted. A few chicks who'd dated him before said that he'd start fires out of spite, and some ended up with some burns."
A jackass, for sure. The details of how his power was a bit of a mystery. He always seemed to have lighters or other flame starters on him, but no one had ever puzzled it out all the way. He was apparently very tight-lipped with his power.
Elke fiddled with a pouch at her hip for a second, palmed a few decent sized ball bearings to hold in one hand, and turned to look at Xavier.
"Should only be a couple of blocks more. He likes to hang around some hole in the wall bar, apparently. This is why I asked you to come in regular clothes."
She was stalking a little bit ahead of him, eyes trailing after dark corners as they neared the location she was after.
"Been a lot of murders in the city lately involving fire. Targeted people who are presumably stalked and attacked with Molotov's." It was a bit personal now considering one of the people who had been attacked was someone she cared about on some level.
"Word on the street is that some creep named Azar is taking all the credit for it. He's got some fire-related power he likes to threaten people with."
She had a little picture, which she fished out of a pocket of her jeans and handed back to him.
"The plan is that we get him to confess, and then you citizens arrest him with your shiny trainee powers."
She had quite a few of her weapons on her but had left a majority of her more lethal items home... If only because she was currently working with the sissiest future X-man out there.
"That make sense? I get him to confess, you to the rest of the work." Easy peasy, unless something burned downsy.
Was she surprised to find her boyfriend over at his weird neighbor's house when she came to visit him? No. Apparently, that was going to have to be a norm until he figured out what a shmuck she was himself. Was she surprised by Juniper's sudden hair change or the tone of the conversation going on as she slunk in? Also no. The girl didn't seem like she had much of a head on her shoulders on a good day, so sudden changes in appearance or temperament weren't exactly going to catch her off guard. Emotionally volatile people were like that sometimes.
"Oh good! I didn't know this place had any hired help. Can you take our bags down to the parking lot, we're almost done here."
...
Was she surprised that the short alcoholic had racist parents?
"Sure thing ma'am." Without missing a beat the teen stooped to pick up the closest bag, walked calmly across the living room, pulled open the still cracked window the rest of the way, and hurled the suitcase outside and over the balcony wall.
"What are you DOING?!" The racist shrieked, while Elke headed back for another bag.
"Taking a short cut to the parking lot Ma'am."
She flung another fairly expensive-looking package out before the big one she was going to assume was the daddy stood, bellowing something in a deep baritone that she was going to assume was redneck speak, and started for her with his shoulders squared and fists clenched.
Bad idea.
Elke popped him solidly in the gut the moment he stepped within her range, and it dropped him immediately with a wheeze.
"Oh my god! Oh my god, Juniper DO something!"
"Yeah, Juniper, do something." The Native crossed her arms and waited.
Two teeth were nothing. She'd lost a tooth before and if you were quick about it they weren't exactly a pain to put back in. It also helped that she had easy access to quite a few healers, and if nothing else, dentists.
"Are you kidding? Of couse i'm not-"
"Yeah. I'm done." Juniper cut in softly, standing a few feet out of arms reach of Xavier. Comparatively, she knew she looked the part of the loser, but at the end of the day, she'd managed to make a mockery of the duplicator's clones and had probably landed the most painful hit between them. A split lip and other lacerations were sadly things she was familiar with. They looked bad, but if she put some pressure on them they'd clean up pretty good. Might have another scar later, but right now it was worth it. Future Juniper could worry about that.
"Excuse me?!"
The short blonde turned, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of any parting words. She had done what she set out to do; she was done. She tried and failed to wipe some of the blood from the eye directly below the cut, only succeeding in smearing it all up her forearm. She needed to go... somewhere not home. Find someplace to sit and clean her wounds, sleep it off, and worry about what was gonna happen later, later. Was she gonna regret it? She didn't know. Right now she didn't. It felt like on some small, petty level she'd won something. She liked it.
If Xavier tried to get her to stay he'd find it impossible to do through more than just words. For the first time since she had thought to call him a friend, she wouldn't physically be there if he reached out to her.
Elke watched Juniper turn and just start to walk off and couldn't help but throw her arms up in frustration. "Cheap shots like that don't count as kicking my ass!" It was a goad, and it didn't work, but hey she'd tried at least! She didn't think she'd make it past Xavier since he actually seemed fed up for once, so she resorted to bending to retrieve the two teeth she'd lost. She'd need them later.
All that left was checking to see how bad she was bleeding. Most of it from the nose, really. Juniper apparently had a pretty hard head.
"Excuse me?! RUN?!?" Like hell! She hadn't been in a decent fight in at least a week while having to study for her finals. She wasn't about to run from one now!
Try as he might, Xavier's hands weren't a barrier that could keep her out. Juniper flew through them like they weren't even there as she pursued Elke across the living room in yet another quick circle. Elke couldn't get a grasp on how exactly Juniper fought because she didn't typically fight. There was no rhyme or reason to her methods other than to try and get her hands on her. She was backing quickly toward the window that Xavier sometimes used to get in and out of his apartment quickly when Juniper jumped at her. She used her legs to propel herself up, upper body phased for extra height, and brought her arms up and closed in.
"Mind your own buis-"
Elke brought her arms up to grapple, assuming that Juniper was actually going to try and get a hit on her for once, and was caught off guard when the Blondes hands and forearms fully passed through her own, only turning solid once more when they smacked into her chest full force and pushed her back.
How much freaking control did she have over her power?!
Elke stumbled back, Juniper went with her and fully phased the both of them as they rolled right through the wall and careened down through the metal fire escape outside.
"AHSH@^!"
Juniper allowed non-vital parts to re-solidify before they could smack into the ground and both vanish into the earth's crust permanently. They slammed into metal stairs and railing as one cussing, punching, hairpulling ball, until they both finally landed on the pavement and briefly seperated. Both were littered with fresh scrapes and forming bruises, but not seriously injured... yet.
"Phsyco!"
"Bitch!"
"SKANK!"
Juniper let out a high-pitched growl and dove at Elke again. Meanwhile, Elke was busy splitting off three clones of herself to help aid in the fight. If Blondie was gonna play dirty, so was she!
Elke hadn't expected a kiss in retaliation to what she had said. She hadn't known what to expect, really. He was so FRUSTRATING!
She locked up in surprise the moment his lips captured hers, still in the mode to swing her fists at something, but... gradually started to calm down again as the kiss deepened and went on.
.... Until she wedged herself into their business again.
When the words 'kick your ass' stumbled out of the small woman's mouth, Elke's first instinct was to laugh. So she did! Deep, belly filled laughs. The sheer audacity that someone like Juniper, who wouldn't even look her in the eyes on a good day, was going to try and whoop her in a fight? HA!
She was mildly surprised when the 5ft nothing girl picked up the whole table to throw it at them (Xavier was RIGHT there! ), but recovered quickly as Xavier kept the table from actually hitting them. She did drop into her typical stance and ready herself though, even if she didn't think Juniper was capable of much other than some fancy tricks. The last time she'd been punched by her it hadn't felt like anything worse than what a toddler could do.
"Oh, that's rich. What are you going to do? Cry enough to fill the room up and drown us?"
The blonde's mouth twitched but didn't move from the frown it was fixed in. The constant poking and prodding at her in general might have finally begun to wear on her.
"I... am going to bend your legs back and shove them so far up your @#$ you'll finally be able to smell all of the sh*t you've stepped in." The petite woman started rolling up the sleeves of her skeleton themed bodysuit.
"BECAUSE YOU ARE A GIANT F#$%ING MARSHMALLOW AND IF I DON'T PROTECT YOU SOMEONES GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART!"
Her whole face was red with rage, fists curled at her side, and her entire body tense.
"Who cares if I do it to piss my dad off? He doesn't like you because he doesn't think you're f@#$%ing real. How could he?! You're too F@#$%ing much some times!"
It was oddly silent from another side of the wall for a bit after Elke shouted loud enough to wake the whole block until three soft knocks sounded from the other side of the wall.
Juniper had gotten into the habit, sometimes, of trying to knock to see if he wanted her to come over before she threw herself through the wall onto his couch.
In this particular instance, she had a special reason for asking.
"Uh-huh. Lemme guess, you probably said something along the lines of 'What? Nonsense. You don't get in the way of our time at all. You're my friend!" Her impression of him wasn't meant to be accurate and might have come across as slightly mean. Or funny, maybe, depending on how he took it.
"I'll bet she likes to mention how depressed she is a lot, too."
The Native huffed loudly, breathing through her nose. It didn't feel like she was getting anywhere with her point. They were just running in circles in her opinion. "Sometimes helping people means cutting them off, too. My mom would have remained addicted to pain pills if I hadn't had actively destroyed all of her methods of getting them. Everyone else in the family just hemmed and hawed at me about how it was her choice and I just needed to understand. I chose not to and she's still alive and kicking today instead of buried six feet down."
Elke was aware that she had various ingrown biases that might not be considered fair in most cases. She didn't care though. "Your friend is twitchy like an ex-addict. Jumpy like she's constantly doing something wrong. She-"
Enough time had passed by then that the sound of Juniper's door swinging shut with a bang, and then eventually her loudly bemoaning about Xander, was heard through the thing wall.
Elke crossed her arms again, which had fallen back to her hips during the argument. "... A grade A, attention-seeking drama magnet. Who, should I add, gave my dad some serious things to think about when she tried to track ten-year-old me down to think about. He apparently had to threaten her at one point because 'She didn't know what she was gonna do when she found me.'"
She stood with her arms crossed,frowning, listening to him reply. It didn't matter to her if he didn't care. She did. Once she chose to include someone in her life she didn't take kindly to people seemingly taking advantage of them.
"The discussion about boundaries didn't seem to stick then, seeing as she still pops over unannounced whenever she feels like in. I would have broken her legs if she had barged in while I was still naked the first time we here here."
Still, she softened up a little with how he had explained it. Only a little though, since he had also explained that she had literally ripped the pants off of his body while he slept. ... It just kept getting better. "I know you feel about her, and I have nothing to currently disprove it so I won't try, But you are entirely too soft on her for only being friends. Who cares if she's not great at it? She'll learn or she'll go back to not having any. I think you coddle her, just like you try to coddle everyone else. I think she uses it against you to get away with what she wants. I didn't hear a single comment from you about her being drunk before the show."
Well, maybe drunk wasn't entirely correct. She'd need drinking for sure, as had her band mates. The empty bottles and cans littered around the edges of the room were proof enough of that.
A shorter, grumpier person had also tried and failed at teaching her how to curb her temper. It didn't matter if he was telling the truth or not because a few things stood out above the rest of the details. Juniper has stolen them from him in the night and had woken him up to do so. Elke ignored the question about her being in the girl's room for the moment.
"So let me get this straight. Your friend popped on in like she always does, walked into your bedroom while you were asleep, woke you up, and asked you for this specific pair of pants because she needed them? And that didn't strike you as being weird? Especially after she didn't return them?"
He was just SO thick-headed sometimes. "You do realize that in cases of stalking the stalker often steals items from the victim, right? Do you know exactly long she was in your bedroom before she woke you up? Did she never explain what she needed them for to you?"
It was maddening. If it were her with some friend who was pulling all of these tricks, she would have cut that relationship off without batting an eye. Xavier was apparently just too @#$%ing nice to see past the lies and into the gross truth beneath.
"I got bored and your friend doesn't keep her window locked. Bad habit, that." The Native tossed his own pants at him and crossed her arms.
"Lets roleplay for a minute here. I'm in your situation. A male friend of mine makes a routine habit of letting himself into my apartment whenever he feels like it, feels entitled to enter my bedroom when he feels like it, and feels entitled to my personal possessions. He hangs around me constantly, worships a card I made him, stares at me all the time when he thinks no one is looking, and one day he asks me for a pair of my underwear. I let him borrow a pair," One of her eyes twitched in anger, "...and he runs off with them. I never see them again and he never explains what he needed them for."
She made sure to lock eyes with him, "What would your opinion be then, as my boyfriend, if our roles were reversed."
Elke was still up and waiting by the time Xavier hauled his ketchup scented butt back home. She was flipping through one of his comics, completely bored out of her mind, with an orange ball of fluff curled up between her neck and shoulder on one side.
"Freakin' finally." She didn't wait and give him a chance to fumble out any lame-ass excuses either. She stood, set the comic and cat aside, and marched into his bathroom. The door shut with a snap behind her.
Ten minutes later the door swung open again and there she was, one hand on her hip, one hidden behind her back, and in the full Amazing Amazon costume once more. "I got so bored I almost fell asleep."
In fact, she had gotten so bored that she had snuck on over to investigate his neighbor's apartment while she was away, and hooooboy. The things she saw in there. Pretty much all of them worked to reaffirm the beliefs Elke had already had about the girl and added a few more onto the pile. Who had a full-on stripper pole in their bedroom? Who put Valentine's day cards on their wall like some kind of creepy shrine?
With a confident smirk on her lips, the Native crossed the room to her ketchup suited boyfriend and made extra sure he could get a gander at just how well her costume fit her well-toned body.
"I need to apologize." She locked eyes and stared with her dark, arched brows pulled together seriously. "You were right. I wasn't acting like myself back there at the show."
Wanna know what else she had found over there at his ratty little neighbor's house? In her bedroom at the base of her bed and folded up neatly on top of an old battered trunk.... was a pair of superhero-themed PJ bottoms. Size XL.
Elke brought the pair of pants that she had clenched in the fist behind her back into view, and grinned at him.
"Because if I had been acting like myself I would have strangled you to death. ... You get one chance to explain. Why were these in that little @#$%'s bedroom?"
"Her having some weird parental fixation on you is still not great and an entirely different kind of weird."
But, try and she might he had apparently decided to put his foot down. He wasn't leaving. She didn't bother scoffing loudly like she wanted to because with how much noise was going on around them it wouldn't carry any weight. Instead, she just did as he had recommended.
She left.
She waited at least half an hour after leaving, breaking into his apartment and stealing some of his sweats, to send him a text letting him what where she was. Tossed in a slightly snippy bit about his cat being super annoyingly affectionate too, just as icing on top.
And then she waited. Biding her time and riling herself up for an argument that she had all planned out in her head.
