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.
For the billionth time, she looked at him like he was a few eggs shy of a full dozen. "How exactly is it off character for me not to want to stand around watching four people massacre one of the fine arts, while also having to put up with your friend shooting bedroom eyes at you the whole time?"
Okay, so many that was a tiny bit of a stretch. They were eyes of desperate acceptance mostly, with only a pinch of very obvious want. But still!
"I agreed to come with you to this sh*t show because it sounded mildly interesting and it was a great way to rile my dad up some more. I didn't agree to stand here all night so that little miss needy over there can puff up her ego a little bit more."
She was getting irritated hit him now, for questioning her. It wasn't her fault he was willing to overlook all the signs of having a friend who desperately wanted to be more than that. People like that annoyed her.
"From past experiences, I can say that it hasn't run off anywhere. Even normal Moose are harder to scare than any other herbivore in the area. Being big and being aggressive makes them more or less the Alpha of the area around here.... and that especially counts for these ones. From what I've learned they tend to treat humans like we're annoying rats in the pantry."
She let the idea of him acting as bait simmer while she ate her food quetly. It was feasable with the power he had. She was going to have to climb up and find station in a tree so that she had the highground, and also hope that she was out of range for the brunt of the beasts attack.
"Alright. I think that could work." The Native wasn't the type to question whether it was a great idea or not, unless the person offering was very oviously someone who couldn't handle the expected danger. Xavier had proven himself capable and he was able to make his own, possibly dumb, decisions without her questioning him.
"I will absolutely never let you live if down if you blow up all your clothes while fighting a moose, though. Fair warnng." She smirked mischivoiusly at him for a moment and then moved herself along back to the hunt.
"I'll need to be within range to get a kill shot on it. You'll have to come at it from a speficing direction in relation to me, too, or I might not get a good shot at its vitals. Moose are bug and muscle heavy... an arrow from head on or directly behid might not be enough to get through to an artery."
The side was her best bet. From a position above she'd have to aim for where the ribs met the front legs and hope she was able to get her broadhead through to the lungs/heart area, or else they'd have a very angry moose in their hands, or a long boring trek through the woods looking for a wounded animal on the run.
Her eyes narrowed minutely, just a smidge, and she stared at him. Didn't wanna leave while she was shrieking up on stage? Fine. She could wait a few minutes for the brutal murder on lyrics and vocals up there to end, and then they could go.
"Fine, we wait for her to finish and then we go." She wasn't letting go of his hand, either. In fact, she gripped it harder.
The song wasn't very long so it wasn't like they had to stand around all day. Almost as soon as it finished she renewed her effort to tug him away. "Oh look, it' over. Let's go before something else gets dragged up." Quickly, before the little rat was done entirely and wanted to bound over and bother him some more, or, dog forbids, tag along.
"Let's go to your apartment or mine." He'd never been to her's before... maybe that would tempt him a bit more effectively than his. He always seemed to be a super huge nerd when it came to learning more about her.
The only response he got was her cackling at him like a madwoman as she went about wreaking more havoc on the dancefloor. Maybe she liked shows like this now. Maybe. Maybe she just liked leaving a wake of chaos wherever she went just a bit too much.
She was greatly disappointed when the song ended and pit slowed and eventually stopped. Not everybody was afraid of her after, seeing as lots of people joined in to mosh to cause a little chaos on their own. She was left standing with a small group of people who were animatedly talking to her. She didn't pay much attention to them, they didn't matter to any degree, and instead, she turned to seek out Xavier.
The plucky sounds of Banjo (really, why on earth had the annoying blonde gone with Banjo of all things?), distracted her though and she looked toward the stage instead.
"How's everybody feeling?"
The emo Xavier clone was addressing the fans, trying to rile the crowd back up. From the cheers and screaming of fan girls, she guessed he succeeded.
"I just wanted to take a moment to thank all of you fine folks for coming out. It's a very special evening tonight with, ya know, Halloween and all... but also we get to finally formally introduce you to our newest bandmate over here! Juniper!"
There was drastically less cheering from the crowd as the short woman waved awkwardly at them and shuffled on up to stand beside her boyfriend. Did the rabid fans know they were dating yet? Probably not if he relied on his teenage female fanbase as much as she suspected.
"Juniper is our newest backup, vocal singer... but, I wanted to get her up here for a song on her very own just to show you all what she's bringing with her to the band. Everybody give her some love!"
For being a complete d*ck, like she suspected he was, he played nice pretty well. Elke watched as Juniper switched mics with the other X, and cleared her throat and set about lowering the microphone down to her level, much to the entertainment of many in the crowd.
"...Yo." She paused, adjusting the strap on one shoulder, and leaned into the mic again. "Thanks for the warm welcome!"
It didn't escape her that the Blonde immediately sought out Xavier in the crowd again, almost nervously? It was an annoying habit of hers that was seriously starting to grate on Elke's nerves.
She turned as the girl started singing and sought out the tall hero herself.
"I'm bored." For once in the many months they had been dating, she reached for his hand to grab it firmly. "...Wanna come entertain me?" She did wonder if that was too vague to get through his thick skull.
She proceeded to try and drag him with her out of the crowd and eventually out of the building.
She'd seen videos of mosh pits. Some were a bit tamer than others, but the general theme always seemed to revolve around rocketing yourself in a circle and trying to deal out as much damage as you would without explicitly punching anyone. Elbows, knees, feet... they all seemed to come into play at some point, and while she wasn't a fan of the weird flailing of limbs some people were doing, she was having a blast just checking people as hard as possible as she passed.
Some didn't seem to like it, some came back and tried to one-up her efforts. She liked the people who came back.
Currently, she was up against a much scrawnier guy who was a fan of flailing his feet around and trying to high kick people. It was funny looking, but she could kick higher. That standoff ended quickly when he stumbled away holding his jaw and looking rightly dazed.
She could spot Xavier now and then trailing after, occasionally yanking people out of the way of her flying elbows or saving them from being fully shivered under the trampling circle of death. Since she'd joined the intensity of the pit had grown to the point where it wasn't even trying to match up to the beat of the music anymore. It was a wild thing all on its own.
Someone tried to bowl her over with a shoulder from the side, but she got her feet set and locked up against him. He was decent sized, but not nearly as muscular as she was. The Amazing Amazon snagged the collar of his loose shirt, leaned down and in so that she could wrap an arm around his leg, and then lifted him up and onto her shoulders like she was a freshly slaughtered deer.
"Holy sh-!" Apparently that had never happened to him before based on him swearing and stiffening up in surprise.
"Catch!"
He couldn't have been any heavier than about 120-130 pounds maybe. It took a bit of effort to get the right grip on him, but once she was able she fully intended on throwing the boy (couldn't have been any older than her, really), into the crowd beside her.
Elke lifted a dark, thick brow at the offered hand. She might not have ever been to a show like this before but she was still clued in enough to know that this wasn't the type of place you just danced. She looked away without comment, toward the front of the show area where people were forming a very small whirlpool of bodies.
The song shifted to a cover from another more popular band. Ignoring the offered hand Elke left her spot against the pole and shoulder shoved her way toward the forming moshpit.
She was going to absolutely enjoy turning the night around by showing some wanna-be punks how it's done. She turned not too far away from Xavier, grinning widely and eyes promising nothing but trouble.
She just gaped at him. How could he not see it? They practically had the same name for crying out loud!!
"I am clearly not the one with something wrong with me." Screw it, she wasn't about to waste breath trying to explain it more to him. His friend clearly wanted to be more than a friend, and if he was too oblivious to see it that was his own problem.
They headed out into the crowd as the band got ready and she settled herself against a large support pole in the middle of the room to watch. She'd never been to a show like this, so it was interesting at least in that capacity.
The dimmed lights and costumes? Eh. Overdone.
She was a bit surprised to hear, of all things, music that sounded like folk instead of some sort of emo, goth, or punk. She'd just kind of assumed they were all mopey little @#%&'s who were gonna whine through song for a few hours.
The longer the song went on the more she noticed. Xander, who seemed like a complete chump to her, also seemed to come across as a bit of a ladies' man. Surprising considering that his supposed girlfriend was right on stage beside him. She watched as he crooned about 'angels' and made sure to point out various girls in the audience, earning himself lots of squealing from said fans.
Elke grabbed his arm and dragged him a few steps away. Keeping her voice low as he leaned in, she decided to fill him in on some of her thoughts.
"Are you really that dense? Can you not see what's going on here?" She glanced back over to where Juniper and Xander were, wrinkling her nose in disgust as the two of them talked lowly about something.
"I know you can be a bit thick-headed, but this is pretty freak in crystal clear here. Your best friend went out and found a clone of you to date!"
Everyone pretty much ignored them, which was good seeing as there was a serious amount of furious whispering going on.
"Short stack." The Native greeted, looking down her nose at the shorter woman. It entertained her that the blonde never bothered to try and maintain eye contact. Good to know she still intimidated the little pest.
Elke watched from a few steps back as X puttered about like an exitable child. She was less than interested in being here, really. Only agreed to tick her dad off some more since he loathed Xavier something fierce.
She tuned out whatever inane conversation that they had going on until she heard the mention of 'costumes' and 'mustard', and re-focused her attention back on them with the most venomous glare she could muster. "I don't do couples costumes."
She lost interest again until the last bandmate of the ragtag group came out and her eyes just about popped out of her head. He was tall, blonde roots with the rest of his hair dyed green, darker blue eyes, fairly muscular- not quite as beefy as Xavier... and if she had heard correctly his name was... Xander?
What in the actual-
It didn't escape her attention either that he called the pipsqueak 'babe' implying that they were an item. A couple.
The little rat had scurried off and tried to replicate herself an Xavier! How @#$%ing sleazy!
Elke sidled on next to her own boyfriend with her arms crossed defensively over her chest, while she continued picking apart the similarities and differences between the two men. It also didn't escape her attention that Xander didn't seem too keen on keeping his eyes from wandering down the length of her exposed, tan legs.
Sleazy and slimey coupled together... how perfectly suitable for juniper.
She was right in the middle of a cram session for an exam when a text came through. She ignored it at first, for a few hours really, and circled back when she put her books away to get ready for bed. It was late, so she doubted whoever had texted her would still be up.
Oh... It was just Xavier.
Band? Show?
Elke squinted down at the message in confusion. What made him think that she'd ever want to go to whatever kind of gig his weird friend could come up with?
Oh, there was another text she had missed.
Her dad. He sent along something snarky about her behaving herself on Halloween. 'Don't beat up any trick or treaters' he texted. She rolled her eyes skyward. It had been at least 4 years since she had stolen candy from bratty kids. She was tempted to text him back and proclaim that that was exactly what she had planned, but... actually, she might have stumbled on an even more painful reply.
'Don't worry pops, I'm not gonna beat anyone up. I'm going out with X to a show. I'm going to get sloppy drunk and make poor life choices.'
With that, she switched back to X's text and replied with a very simple 'Sure'.
Now... what was she going to wear?
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Fast forward to Saturday and she's met up with Mr. White Bread himself. She flip-flopped back and forth on what to wear, or if she would wear anything at all, before deciding that she was going to go as the Amazing Amazon herself. A leotard, gladiator skirt, knee-high boot covers, and bracers. All in the Amazing Amazon colors, and with a tiara and trademark rope of truthiness. She certainly caught some eyes going out and about in what was basically underwear and no shorts or pants, but didn't care. Wasn't her fault people couldn't control their damn libidos.
"I thought you were joking." She groused to X, her BF, which she totally did not keep forgetting about... totally, as they were led to the back of the building where the band was, apparently. She couldn't wait to see how lame that little imp's gig was and then rub her face in it later.
She watched him get up and rush off to redeem himself, and decided to keep the fact that they didn't need one big pit to poo into herself. It would be more entertaining popping that bubble later when she schooled him again on digging individual holes and then filling them back up when you were done. Only drunk frat kids dug poop moats!
"One of the girls on my Lacross team is a vet and still keeps a stockpile of these around. Says they grew on her while she was on active duty. She gives me bunches of them for camping trips all the time."
Elke quirked an eyebrow at him when he circled around back to the dangerous moose. "Well, the probability is that nobody I've spoken to about them really knows much. One day they were just here. If you get too close or tick one-off and it charges you, bad things happen. Most of the folks who are regulars to this area of the forest just avoid them. Nobody wants to have to do the walk of shame a whole ass day back to civilization because a Moose exploded their only vehicle."
Tapping her fork on her thigh, she considered all of the possibilities. "My bow works fine with big game, but you have to lure em in close and... well that's where the problem lies. We can't have it see us, or it'll spook and attack. I gotta sneak hit it."
The fire seemed good. No complaints there. It was small enough not to burn through too much wood yet, and big enough that they wouldn't have to alter it later. "Good job."
And then she looked over at the pit he'd dug and... laughed. Just laughed. Really loudly.
"Man, you really must want to attract every critter within a 20-mile radius to camp." [/color]
She ignored his pit with its fancy privacy screen and dug into one of the bags, pulling out a shovel and a large baggie with a roll of TP in it. "We need to pick a spot about 200 yards from camp. It's a pain walking to and from it, especially in the dark, but unless you want a bear sniffing around here because he can smell the bacon you ate in your poop, that's the way it is." She pointed the shovel west, where a break in the trees was. "I change my spot every time I come out. You can pick your own if you want, just don't get lost in the middle of the night."
With that, she set the toilet essentials down in his privacy pit for storage and dug back into her pack. She has a few MRE's in her pack for emergency food. She dug two out and handed one to X. Mac and cheese, while her's was a chili.
"We still gotta get the meat pole up. We're going to need at least three long, thin trunks or two live trees and one long trunk to run between them." The first option was better since they could place it in a clearing outside of camp and scavengers couldn't get to their kill.
As she dug a large bottle of water out and then settled across the fire from X, she set about preparing her own meal. It was a bit of a process, but not hard. Once she was done with her water she handed him the bottle around the fire to get his own started.
"After that, the rest of the day is just settling down. We won't go after the big game until tomorrow after breakfast."
... One of those damn things was going to be an absolute bitch to take down, but... probably a helluva lot of fun to hunt.
He poked the bare and she absolutely bristled. Oh... so that was how it was? The dangerous mutant Moose was't scary enough for him?
Elke turned, lifted her chin and looked him dead in his beady, smart ass little eyes.
"We're eating Moose tonight."
She left it at that, fully knowing that she might have bitten off more than she could rightly chew... but he had challenged her!
"It doesn't have a damn thing to do with what you look like you giant loaf of sourdough. Doesn't matter how easy you are to talk to, either, plenty of serial killers of easy to talk to."
She jerked the last knot of rope into place and turned to him, poking him pointedly in the middle of his chest. "You're kind. In there. People can feel it and that's what matters. You don't have to say a damn word to show how nice you are, it's prominent in that goofy-ass smile you always have on your face. Yeah, that one!"
"The world needs soft people. Everyone can't be hard and sharp like stone. Someone's gotta act like a cushion and catch people, and from what I can tell you fit that job perfectly."
She threw one of the entrance flaps back and dragged the last piece of canvas into the Tipi. It was an inner liner that would help to keep the elements and cold out. "Go be useful and get the rest of the bed stuff!"
About 45 minutes later their shelter was all set up and filled with warm blankets and a few pillows. She threaded sticks through the flaps of canvas on the front to close it up and keep wildlife out and turned to the next task.
"How's the fire coming?" It was time for a brief break for food, and then they would need to set the rest of the camp up for the coming days. Toilet area, meat pole, dishwashingz station.
"Welcome to wonderland, Dorothy. Anything is possible here. In fact, I think New York has its very own rendition of Murphy's law, so you should really get used to expecting this kind of stuff."
It was often speedier getting their shelter up with two people. She didn't often camp with others, but when she did (and they weren't useless layabouts) it did tend to make for a more enjoyable experience. She supposed she could consider herself lucky that Xavier wasn't a lazy layabout, or dumb.
"If you wanna try and round up a team capable of tackling a herd of mutant Moose, feel free. Some folks tried a while back when they first realized they were here and a large bull blasted a full-sized truck a few miles away without lifting a hoof. Ain't nobody tried since. Who knows what the hell those things are capable of?"
She partly paid attention to him while he talked. The other half of her attention was on expertly tying easy release knots around all the poles. She almost opened her mouth to slip in a bit of snark about how her brothers hadn't always liked her but dropped it quickly as X started yammering on about... her.
....uh...
She wasn't one to blush, but if she had been anyone else at that moment she damn well might have. Instead, she turned her eyes back to her task and kept yanking the rope gently into place.
"I learned that from my dad. We're kinda the same now in a lot of ways... I think I've got a bit more of a temper though because he's old and tired now." She tried not to put too much thought into what he had said. She just tried to do what felt right at the moment. Whether that actually ended up being the "right" thing to do was something she often concerned herself with after the fact, and honestly only on rare occasions. She tried not to dwell on things unless they resented themselves as dangerous or something that might cause long term problems.
She brooded, silently, debating on if she even wanted to reply more than that, until the poles were all tied and it was time to put the canvas cover up. She shifted to briefly explaining how they would lift it up, secure it, and such, before diving into the task.
"... I like that you're not blunt, like me. I may not agree with all of your ideas and viewpoints on things, but the world needs soft people." She spared a look at him briefly and then looked away again. "People who are strong, but soft around the edges. There's a whole demographic of people I won't ever be able to help because I scare them off... but you can."
Honestly, the canvas wasn't hard to put up. Tipi's were easier to manage than most people thought. "You kinda remind me of her, my dad's ex. Not to cast a shadow over you or anything. She just has this way of being approachable and strong at the same time. It's why so many people grew attached to her, even with all of the Anti-mutant rhetoric out there."
She snorted at him through her nose but made no real comment until after he'd come back with the poles.
"This isn't just any moose. Normal Moose are easy to deal with. Give them a wide berth and don't go hunting during mating season." She finished a knot and stood, bending to grab the tripod she had been working on. It didn't take much effort to get the three poles standing and spread out enough that it could support itself.
"Go ahead and start stacking poles between these." She propped up one to show him how. "The @#$%ing Moose that you run into in these parts aren't goddamn normal. I ran into one a few years ago about a mile from here, got a bit too close, and spooked it. Damn think launched me 60ft in the air and I broke a rib on a tree trunk. My dad had to fish me out."
She glanced at him when he brought up her nickname again and blinked. Hadn't she explained that already...? Or had she just imagined it?
"My dad started calling me is because it's the name I typically go by. Not many people call me Elke unless I like them enough." She started weaving and tying the length of rope around the stacked poles, securing them in place as more were added on.
"My brothers originally started calling me it when I was little. Elke... Elk. I have the temper of a Bull Moose, so... Moose. They meant it as an insult, but I took it as a compliment and adopted it."
