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.
This lady was strange, Elke decided, while watching the woman bend and prod at her duplicate.
The twin itself ceased picking it's nose (thankfully), and turned it's full attention on the costume clad woman.
"Um, how are you? Dae you... um, know what happens tae you when... well, when it's time tae go?"
Why had she just poked her in the shoulder? With a frown, the clone rubbed at the spot, puzzling over such a question. "Go?... Oh, like potty? Nah, I don't have'ta pee right now." An exasperated sigh left Elke, who crossed her arms over her chest. "She means die, you dimwit."
The word 'die' brought an entirely different expression to the clones face. Her eyes went wide, and she lurched backward suddenly. "Ahh! No, lady! I didn't do nuthing! Please don't whack me, i won't squeal!"
A smug smirk bloomed on the Native lips while her duplicate went on the dramatic, collapsing to the ground and kicking her legs. "I'm not a rat! I ain't no squealer! I-... hey, somebody left gum down here."
Before Elke could stop her, the wad of something pink was picked up and deposited in the twins mouth. She chewed happily for a moment, completely forgetting that she had just been begging for her life. Then, she glanced back up and caught sight of the lady in costume again. "Holy crap! Boss! look, a hero!" The excitement and energy that burst from the clone quickly died, as she accidentily inhaled the 'gum' and promptly started coughing.
She got no reply, and had no time to stand around and watch the girl. The frenzied crowd was hurling everything they could. With her arrow nocked, she hoisted her bow high and took aim at one rather large fellow, someone she'd spotted tossing bottles.
'Let's see how you fare with an arrow in your face, shall we?'
Suddenly, however, the fever died down. People started cheering, throwing their arms into the air. The rain of litter gradually stopped, and then a strange hushed silence fell over the crowd. Elke felt a new wave of fear ripple through her at this odd reaction, and her grip on her weapon strengthened. Had someone called for a new competitor? God... she hoped not. Slowly, she turned to look behind her where the girl had been, and what she spotted wiped the grim frown from her face entirely.
Why was the girl doing that? Clawing at the dirt and--... what was with the odd skin color? She hadn't remembered seeing that bef-.... Oh. Ohcrap! She was some sort of shifter! That had to be it... That was why she'd been paired up against her, that was why the crowd was suddenly going cray-cray. Her weapon was instantly pointed at the girl, as she slowly changed. It was a horrifying image, one that made Elke wonder just what kind of sick pleasure Roach was getting out of this fight.
She kept the point of her arrow trained on the gir-...er... lady?... as the woman stood. The Native didn't know what was going to come of this new.. uh... development, but she was sure she wouldn't like it.
“The only forfeit I take…is death!!"
Ohgod! It was charging right at her! The native abandoned the thought of loosing an arrow into the woman's face, and turned to dash away to the left. In doing so, however, she split into two others. One twin took off quickly to the right, while the other scrambled after the original. To outside eyes it looked as if she had popped out a few clones in surprise, before the three scattered in every direction.
"Jesuschrist!" The duplicate hot on her heels started, kicking up dust in an attempt to sprint past her. "What the hell is that thing?!"
Elke ignored the question, too busy keeping one eye on where she was running, and the other on the lady's giant fork weapon. She really didn't want to be skewered on that thing like a wet noodle. "I don't know, shut up and keep running!"
As she made it to the wall, and her other, lone, twin reached the far side of the arena, Elke found herself wondering if the little girl she'd talked to before had all been a ruse. A trick to lull her into some sense of comfort. The very thought of it angered her. She turned, snatching her dagger from her belt, and passed it off to the twin beside her. Then she dashed off along the length of the wall, nocking an arrow as she ran. She needed to get to the other side, to pass off her sling to the other clone. With all three of them armed, maybe... maybe they had a sliver of a chance.
Elke dropped the old lady act, just before finishing a warbling monologue with an invisible feline. The lady's reaction to the duplicates puddle like state caused her to quirk an eyebrow curiously. "Well... yeah, it always happens. Otherwise i'd be stuck with like... a billion of those things running around me all the time."
That thought, and the image that popped to mind, was horrifying. She could barely keep track of three of them at one time. A larger number would no doubt have her pulling out chunks of her own hair while rocking back and rock in some padded room somewhere. The second question, however, had her other eyebrow shooting up to join it's twin.
"Why would it bother me? They're just stupid clones." She blinked, sniffled, and frowned at the lady. Maybe she was like one of those people who yelled at her for not treating animals like people. Just because a cat had a name and a silly fancy collar, doesn't mean it's a person. People don't poop in litter boxes, or claw their own drapes to shreds. She shrugged after a moment, feeling more than a little awkward all of the sudden.
"It's not like it was a person, Lady... It was just... stuff." Stuff, being all of the complicated things that made up a human body. Things that had names that she really couldn't be bothered to remember, because who needed school anyway? "I can make more anyway, so it's not like I'm losing anything important."
To prove a point, she went ahead and duplicated herself. One moment there was one, then in a slow blur, there were two. The new twin blinked, glanced around at her surroundings, and the promptly shoved a finger up her nose. Elke actually laughed for once, but only because it had a very determined, concentrated look on it's face while it dug for gold. "See! Completely brain dead. They're only good for entertainment."
"uuurg... My... stomach hurts." The twin groaned, her bottom lip trembling as she attempted to spear the masked woman with wide, watery puppy eyes. Elke watched the whole thing from a safe distance away, her own stomach turning as what felt like an army of moths fluttered around like mad inside her. Ugh... she hated this part! The fluttering became a soft, rolling bubble, like she'd drank waaaay too much soda, and before the duplicate could so much as nod her head in agreement, or question what a 'copy' was, she started to... change.
"You.. uh.. may wanna step back." Elke commented, stuffing her hands into her pockets once more as the feeling of general sickness washed through her. Seconds later, the 'clone' dissolved into a thick, gooey puddle of pink matter on the ground. It also splattered a little, as it deflated, but that's not important. Elke felt relief settle on her once the duplicate was finally gone, having taken then sickly feeling with it.
"It's funny when they do that on crowded buses." She commented, before attempting to impersonate a stuffy old woman. "Ewww! It's all over my shawl! What will my tons and tons of cats think!?"
There weren't enough saints to curse, seriously. Elke had gotten maybe six steps away, before those gathered to watch the fight had erupted into a lynch mob. Out of everything Elke had seen so far, she had to admit, it was a pretty terrifying sight.
Rocks, trash, and random articles of debris were suddenly raining down upon them. A glass beer bottle shattered at the Native's feet, and she danced back a few steps. Apparently, people weren't so willing to let her bow out of a fight today, and she honestly wasn't sure if it was because they were simply that bloodthirsty, or if it was because of her track record in fights. Maybe people got their kicks out of seeing jerks sweep the floor with her?
The sounds of pain from behind her prompted Elke into action. "You want blood you @#^$* gargling m*%#$@&ers? I'll give you blood..." The sling was fished out from her back pocket, and just as quickly a smooth stone was snatched from the bag at her hip. In one swift motion her weapon was loaded and she was swinging it wildly over head. The sound of the cloth snapping when she let her rocky ammunition loose was barely audible over the roar of the outrages crowd, but she heard the faint cry of pain when it struck a target solidly.
Unfortunately, if didn't help to quash the rain of projectiles. It only made things worse, riling the mob to greater extremes. Someone managed to dislodge a chair, and with help it was thrown into the area. It crashed behind Elke, between her and the other girl, and the Native backed up again. Her foot bumped into her bow, and she quickly bent to retrieve it.
Her own temper was growing, even as she was oblivious to the other fighters plight. With a deep scowl on her lips her bow lifted, an arrow already nocked and ready, and pointed the deadly four pronged head up into the seating. With a soft thwack the arrow was let loose, sailing off into the crowd in the blink an eye. A moment later a man's body tipped over the edge and fell into the arena. Elke watched him fall, a satisfied smirk on her lips, before turning to face the other girl. She'd neglected to make sure she was alright, after hearing her cry out in pain.
"Hey! You alright back there?" Another bottle of something landed just before her, spraying some dark liquid onto her legs. The fifteen year old cursed, and moved to nock another arrow.
The twin managed to catch the end of the masked girls brief explanation, and paused momentarily to shoot another question of her own at the hero. "What's love gotta do with it?" Elke grinned, but chose to move on without comment, even if there were suddenly lyrics galloping around in her head.
"I'm El-" She paused, already half way through her name, suddenly aware of where she was. No one on the playground knew her real name, and it was important to keep it that way. "- uuh... Moose. The name's Moose." She finished lamely, not even batting an eyelash at her blatant change of mind. Instead, she chose to visibly swell with pride, and nodded sagely.
Or, at least as safely as a child with dirt on her face can.
Was she a mutie? Dern tootin. 'Course, she couldn't fly or anything, or go all super crazy like Badger, but like her grand dad had told her 'It's not in the power, but the person.' "You're looking at it, lady!" She nearly raised a hand to point a thumb behind her at her duplicate, but just then her twin came stumbling back over with her arms wrapped around her stomach. "Uuh... Boos, I ain't feelin' so good."
The Native glanced over, frowning slightly, before deliberately taking three steps away from the clone. All without comment, of course. "Eh... well, you were looking at it, at least." It slipped the girls mind completely to made, just perhaps, fill the masked woman in on what she knew was about to happen. It was something she saw so often, that it didn't phase her any more.
"So... why do you wear all of that costume stuff? You a super hero?"
"Nae, Ah said girlfriend. It may sound crazy, bit girls can be with girls if they want tae."
Twin expressions of confusion washed over both Elke and her twins features. The native managed to recover first, while her duplicate remained slack jawed and wide eyed. "Why would ya want to? Us girls ain't got nothing special down there, right?" Well... at least she figured that was why guys were so special, anyway.. because otherwise no girl in her right mind would ever need one.
Her twin seemed to have similar thoughts, as they both snickered and tucked their hands into their pockets simultaneously.
All thoughts about that particular subject flew out of her head the moment the lady lifted off from the ground. Then, she was was overwhelmed with a childish delight as the spectacle before her maneuvered in a little circle around the two of them. "Amazing... " Elke breathed, while her twin set about trying to copy the woman's trick.
"I have a friend who can float. Has to wear weights all the time or he'll take off into space and freeze or something." She latched onto her self and threw a look of mock horror on her face, while her duplicate jumped and hopped around behind her, failing at liftoff. "You're a lot cooler, though. He'd a real air head."
Elke's twin let out a startled gasp at the revelation. The costumed one was a girl! Elke paused before saying anything, for once trying to collect her thoughts. It made a lot more sense for whatsherface hero lady to be a lady, because then the costume fit the image, as well as the voice.
"You said you have a girlfriend." She stated, blinking as her twin tugged at her shirt sleeve. "Maybe she must'a meant that she has a boyfellow, right boss?" She nodded slowly, shaking her arm to get the clone to let go. The lady must have made a mistake, but it really wasn't the type of thing to get her panties in a wad over. Tch, clones. So easily entertained.
"I liked it when you floated... can you do that again?" Elke added, black eyes locked on the mask of the hero lady.
The masked dude stepped between them before either girl could land a hit. Elke was momentarily caught off guard by the fact that the guy had a really feminine voice. Maybe the funny looking costume he was wearing was squeezing too tight on his man parts, or something.
"yeah, yeah..." She huffed, running a tan hand through her hair to sweep it back out of her eyes, and tossed a stray leaf to the ground. Her twin was shaking dirt and rocks out of her pants from the short tumble, but had her eyes locked on the costumed male.
"Why do you have such a girly voice, Mister?"
The Native eyed her twin for a moment, before allowing herself to slip back into place at her side. "Yeah...why do you?" She'd never heard of a hero with a wimpy voice before. Heroes were supposed'ta bellow at people and strike fear into the hearts of their enemies, right? Then again, she'd never seen a guy who was curvy, with long hair to boot! Maybe he was one of those 'in the middle' guys, who never gre out of pudgy little kid shape.
"And what kinda accent is that?" Her twin lost interest after her initial question, adopting a far away look in her eyes and proceeded to dig in her ear with a pinky. Elke elbowed her harshly in the ribs, and frowned at the duplicate.
“No, you don’t understand, You need to stay away from me.”
The fifteen year old quirked an eyebrow, but remained silent. Maybe there were stings attached to this fight, or something... and the moment she moved to touch the girl armed bad guys would leap in from out of nowhere and hand her her own derriere.
“Please, just give up, Just don’t fight! Take the loss. Please?”
Before everything had gone to hell, she would have instantly assumed the girl was trying to get a leg up on her. Throw the fight, there by making herself look better in the eyes of the crowd. Old Elke would have politely told her to shove it, and started a brawl. New Elke, however, had been in those shoes before. She'd once thrown a fight against a very scary man... all it had resulted in was her getting the snot beaten out of her, and then getting punished later for insubordination.
But... she really didn't want to beat up a little girl. She liked to think that all things aside, she still had at least one shred of humanity left inside. After a beat, she smiled and nodded silently. "Alright... I'll submit. You win." She was sure that there would be terrible repercussions later for what she was about to do.. but she was willing to deal with them. A little pain now was well worth not having to taint her soul in the long run by going through with such a fight.
"I-" She started, tossing her bow to the ground, "-GIVE UP!" She smiled at the girl, thinking herself a hero, before sticking her nose in the air and turning her back too stomp out of the arena.
Elke hated days like these... Absolutely haaated them.
She'd spent the last year and a half here, in the Pit. Every day was the same thing, pump out come duplicates and send them to their doom in a fight to the death with some other poor shmuck. Those days were painful, of course, as she felt every punch, kick, stab, and bullet wound as if it had been landed upon her own body. Muted pain, yes... but pain all the same. A constant ache until every twin was dead, and then she was allowed to watch. Maybe she'd grown lazy at some point, too content to sit around and toss her clones out at Roaches beck and call. Maybe that was why he'd started throwing her in with the clones.
Days like these, when she was expected to fight for her life with the others, were particularly horrible. She always got her ass handed to her, before she was ultimately dragged out of the ring. Because that great big bug couldn't very well lose his source of Elke snacks, now could he?
She shuddered despite herself, and gripped her bow all the harder. She didn't know who it was they had placed her against, but she had been allowed some weapons. Her bow, a bag of small rocks and a sling, as well as her knife. This was a first for her to have been given enough weaponry to actually protect herself... and she was honestly a little bit worried. The feeling of hardened leather and rubber armor didn't help to squash the apprehension, either.
The gates groaned as they slowly opened before her, and the native tried to brace herself for what was to come. With a deep breath, she marched out. The roaring of the crowd wasn't new to her ears. She'd heard it many, many times before. The barks of laughter that followed when people realized it was her, also weren't new. By now they knew she was fodder, meant to break up any stagnant air between the other fights.
What greeted her eyes, however, was not the beast or monster her mind had conjured. It.... was a little girl? She glanced around as she approached, wondering where the real threat was hidden.... but she couldn't see any one else. Her eyes were then drawn to the seat that Roach usually occupied, and she was sure the surprised, slightly insulted look on her face would earn a few giggles from him.
With a frown, she turned her gaze finally to her opponent. A slip of a girl who didn't even fit into her armor... Really, whoever set this fight up had been sick. The feel of the knife at her side and the bow in her hands was suddenly stomach turning, since it was probably fully expected to use them. Against a child...
"...I'm sorry..." She muttered, unsure of what to say in such a situation. "...I... I'll try to make this quick, alright?" She found herself absently wondering if the girl was just as frightened as she had been, the first time she'd been thrown into the ring.
Woo, she was winded. Running after a brawl didn't seem to be a good idea, what with adrenaline pumping through her small body. The clones trailing after her, however, were more than just winded. They were huffing and puffing, staggering around while clinging to each other like their scrawny legs would give out any moment.
Elke listened to Kaitlyn's short explanation, as well as her request, and nodded. Apparently they were going somewhere secret-like... Her curiosity tripled in size, and started waging war against her on the inside. Now she wanted to go inside. "Stick a needle in my eye." She responded back, while marking an invisible cross over her heart.
It wasn't Elke that Kait needed to worry about anyway, and the sudden childish giggling that popped up from behind was more than proof. The Native glanced over her shoulder and frowned. She could manage to keep her mouth shut and not step on any ones toes easily... but her duplicates.
"Ey, shut it you two." The twins stifled their giggling, and managed to look somewhat innocent. With another roll of her eyes, Elke straightened and shoved her hands into her pockets.
"Don't worry about them... they're gonna melt soon, anyway."
She nearly crowed in delight. But, just because he said he could didn't mean he would. She was liking this kid more and more by the minute!
With her twin out of the race behind her, she grinned at Chase and rolled the marble around in the palm of her hand excitedly. "What would it take for me to convince you to?" She asked, mentally going through a checklist of the items she had in her backpack. "I've got some stuff I could trade.. or.." She glanced around at the playground surrounding them.
"or we could bet on it?"
"I think i'm dyyying" Her twin cut in, adding an overly dramatic groan on at the end for good measure. Elke simply rolled her eyes, and cast a glance over her shoulder for any signs of the social worker.
"If I win the bet, you show me your super awesome power... if you win the bet... well, i'll do something you want me to. Sound good?" Of course, she still needed to come up with something for them to actually bet on... But maybe she'd leave that up for him to decide.
No one had told her that there were going to be a bunch of stupid people talking before recess. If she had known, it was likely that she wouldn't have bothered showing up at all!
Unfortunately, she hadn't know. The few kids she talked to on a semi regular basis had neglected to inform her, so here she was, hiding behind a rather large tree off to the side of the playground, waiting for the annoying adults to finish talking so she could play. "Why're we waiting, huh?" The voice sprang up from behind her, and she shushed it immediately. She was trying to hear what the last speaker was saying... not like she really cared or anything, because pff, it was some dude in a strange costume, But.. because he was telling a story. Elke liked stories. Usually, anyway. She didn't like it when old people tried to sit her down and talk her ear off about how corn never used to come in a can.. but, this one was different.
It was something about bullying, which was silly and stupid all on it's own, but it was still rather interesting. She found herself shushing her anxious twin many more times before the guy was done talking. Then, recess was announced.
Cautiously, Elke crept out from behind her bark encrusted shelter. Kids of all ages flooded the playground and she no longer stood out like a sore thumb. Sure, she was a little dirty, and her clothes were torn in a few places, but that was because she didn't know how to sew yet. Besides, she felt like it added an air of badassery, and she was rather proud of it. The twelve year old sauntered out, her clone on her heels, but her eyes remained trained on the guy in the costume. He was a mutant, and apparently some sort of hero wannabe if the getup had anything to say for itself.
"Heh, that guy looks funny, Boss. Like a cartoon character!" Rolling her eyes, the Native shove her hands into the pockets of her dirty coveralls and wandered in the costumed cooks direction. "No funnier than your face!" She replied back, a smirk curling her lips. The duplicate paused mid step, in the process of toying with the straps of her worn coveralls, and blinked.
..."But.. Don't that mean you're face is funny lookin' too?"
This... caused Elke to pause as well. "I...what?" Wait, wait. The girl reversed what she had said in her head, and slowly realized what had just happened. Her cheeks lip up like Christmas from being out smarted by one of her clones, and she growled. Without a word, only a few feet away from the dude in the mask, Elke leaped at her twin and a childish, rather pathetic wrestling match ensued.
Rubbing a sore rump, Elke settled her eyes on the girl, now named Kaitlyn, and her offered hand. After a moments hesitation, considering she had seen first hand what the girl could do, she reached out and took it. Dangerous or not, she was a mutant. They had that in common, at least. A lopsided grin settled on her face and she scratched at the back of her head, before the mention of police neatly wiped the smile from her lips.
Elke cursed... colorfully, and waved for her duplicates to follow her. "Ain't gotta tell me twice." She muttered, and willingly followed Kait away from the scene of the fight. "Hey... Boss?" The girl ignored her clone as the moved, too intent on making a clean get away before she got picked up again and sent back to that damn social worker. "What? Can't this wait until we're not escaping?" The duplicate whined, and wiggled in a strange little dance.
"...No... I gotta use the little girl's room." Elke cursed again. She had a safe place in the area for hiding out from searching eyes, but it lacked a bathroom. "Ey.. Kaitlyn, You got anywhere to go with a bathroom?" The threat of the fuzz, as Kait had put it, made her wary of being too close to the park. "preferably somewhere where cops aint gonna show up?"
