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.
Nine out of the 12 poles she used for the Tipi were still present and usable. Three were broken or had finally rotted through enough to find themselves in the firewood pile. She hacked away at the vines and grown plantlife until she had dragged them all out, set them off to the side with the canvas bundle, and started clearing the rest of the site.
By the time X got back, all smiles no less, she had the campsite tidied up and things organized where she wanted them. The Native quirked a dark eyebrow at him as he approached.
"...You...what?" For the first time ever in his presence she actually paled a little. A @#$%ing Moose of all things... now?! No doubts one of the hellspawn monsters she'd been unfortunate enough to run into before.
"@#$%!... $%@#!!" Lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose, she took moment to collect herself and breathe.
"Alright.. OK. Alright. We're skipping lunch to make sure we get everything done before dark... Gonna... damnit... Gonna have to find some more poles to reinforce the Tipi, too." A few more poles would help, a little, but it wasn't sure enough to keep an angry moose out if it wanted in.
"We're gonna have to trim all low hanging branches off the trees around camp, too. Force it to go forage for food somewhere else."
She dug into the pile of rope and dragged it along with her to get started on tying the long wooden poles together.
"See if you can go find me like, five more of these kinds of trees, will you? Preferably dead. Break all the limbs off." She paused and then added, "And for the love of !@#$ leave any moose you see alone. The @#$%ing things will murder you."
"Whelp, sounds like someone who's overconfident just signed himself up to get his ass kidnapped. 'I don't think anyone could kidnap me', PSSH!"
She took the lead, obviously, since she knew the way to the campsite like the back of her hand. She hadn't bothered with any sort of blade or stick to deal with the various thorny brambles and overgrowth. Her Grandfather had taught her to just use her feet if she didn't have a stick to push the growth aside.
Don't get her wrong, she had a machete in her bag with all the lengths of rope she'd need for the meat pole and the Tipi.... she just didn't need to use it yet.
The trip to the campsite was uneventful in the sense that it was calm and quiet, aside from idle conversation. The campsite presented itself as a small clearing tucked between any tall trees and a few wide walls of bushes and saplings. It should have been obvious to a trained eye that it had been used before just from the level of growth around vs the growth within. It had been cleared before in very specific, meticulous ways. A very old, well-used dug-in fire pit sat smack in the middle of the site, with a smaller dug in it a short distance away from where the Tipi would be set up.
Elke dropped her arm full of stuff carefully, bent over the duffle bag, and dug her leather sheathed machete out. "You wanna head back and grab the rest of the stuff? I wanna get the area cleared and ready for set up. Then we break for lunch and get started."
She paused while pulling the blade from its leather safety binding and looked over to him. "Just in case you don't know, don't leave any food in the truck. The bears around here might not mess with us in camp too much, but they will rip a door clean off a car for some delicious bacon."
With that, she turned and headed for the spot the Tipi was going to get set up, and also to start to dig out the poles she'd left behind from her last camping trip.
It was great that he understood. Maybe not all of it, but enough. Too many people just wanted to fixate on Baseball, Football, or Soccer.
Elke looked over at him like he was dumb for asking how long they were going to be out. What did it matter how long they were gonna be out? It was CAMPING. You camp until the itch goes away!
"I was planning on three days, but i've been known to stay out longer." She slouched back in her seat a bit and looked over at him. "I don't usually count the first day, either. It's all set up and driving. So we won't be back until like... tuesday in the evening."
Crossing her arms behind her head, she smirked to herself and watched the bushes outside slowly roll by. Bird, unused to human inrusion, sqwacked loudly in protest in the trees above.
"If you're worried about classes, just tell them you were kidnapped. Happens alot to mansion students." She wasn't kidding, either.
About a half an hour in the road bent awkwardly around a few trees. A bit further ahead the path closed up altogether and they were forced to stop the car. Elke pointed out a spot where she usually left the truck, and then hopped out to get the trunk open and start loading herself up with bags.
"We're walking from here. It's only about ten minutes from here, so nothing killer." She adjusted a large duffle around her shoulders, a back pack slung over one arm, and grabbed a large cooler from the front for her first trip of supplies.
"Grab as much as you can so we don't have to do many trips." She waited for him to load himself up with stuff, and then turned toward the wild bushes and started trekking.
"Yup. My team is the only women's team in the city. I played a lot on the Rez when I lived there on and off, not so much in the city until college. Most teams are too stuck up to play with a girl on their team and we lack a variety of other female centric teams here. Sausagefest in every direction."
Speaking of, she was really looking forward to their next scheduled game. They were going up against an old rival team and Susie, the team lead, was on a warpath to put them in the dirt as far down as they could manage.
"Did'ya play full contact or the sissy pants version? We're full contact. Me and 11 other bloodthirsty, stressed college students." She chuckled under her breath and tucked her phone away in a pocket. "Last year one of our midfielders body checked a girl on a different team so hard she dislocated the other girl's shoulder. She was out for half a year, or so I heard. Haven't played against that team since."
Of all the sports she was involved in, Lacross (which had cultural roots for her as well) and roller derby had really been the two she stuck with. Something about being able to unleash her inner frustrations on a bunch of other people actively trying to hurt her for similar reasons was very cathartic to her soul.
"Up here on the right you're gonna have to stop. See that long metal gate? I'm gonna hop out and move it." She prepped by sitting back up and unclipping her seatbelt.
"Not many people come out here to this spot since it's not well known anymore. My Grandpa was the first one to show it to me, and back then only trappers really set up around here. It's not close enough to any particular city for most regular folk to bother."
Once the truck had stopped she hopped out and headed for the gate. It was a heavy old thing and fairly rusty from being exposed to the elements for so long. It wasn't much of a hassle for her to set her feet and lift, dragging the gate with her as she opened the overgrown path. Tallgrass and creeping indigenous plants flattened in her wake until the gate was open wide enough for the truck to pass through. She waved for Xavier to drive on in, and then dragged the old gate back into place. The greenery popped back up almost like it had never been disturbed, and she headed back to climb in again.
"We've got a little under a mile from here. It's mostly a straight path, but you'll have to go slowly in case any trees fell onto the path since I was last down here." Ahead of them was a path, one that was quite overgrown with weeds and other easily moved plantlife, but a visible one. Tall trees arched up overhead shading the whole area as they entered the actual forest and left the paved road behind.
Oh... for @#$%'s sake. The girl spoke as if she lived on a Freddit board. Queen? Princess?
The sudden urge to pick her up like an overgrown barbie doll and toss her out the nearest window was pretty hard to ignore. She seemed to be able to take a trip down the stairs well enough, right?
"Oh, was it yours? I didn't see it in your hand. Picked it up off the floor, right there, so I figured it was fair game being a random abandoned item and all. You got proof it's yours?" She zipped up that pocket on her coat just to make her point extra clear. She was in no way giving an unknown factor a stun gun.
"Nah, you're gonna be Helga." Elke did tilt her head just a bit while reaching back to pull the flare from one of her back pockets. "So... specifically what evidence were you looking for? I've already got everything that flaccid piece of raw bacon had on his computer. What are you trying to get him for?"
Or, was she trying to steal information to keep it from reaching the light of day?
Elke laughed. A girl after her own heart! Such a foul mouth to go with someone who looked very young and naive.
"No." She responded simply, upturning the red plastic can of gasoline, emptying it, and then dropping it. She dusted her gloves off uselessly and propped her hands up on her hips as she turned back to the irate ninja toddler. Oh, she wanted her weapon back?
"Work to do against who? Nope. Not gonna happen."
She checked the time on her watch and sighed. "Fer real, though. This place is going up in flames in like, two minutes whether or not you are still inside it. I would highly suggest you hightail it out of here before become the worlds crispiest ninja."
Then again, what was this kid even doing here? How had she even gotten inside?
"Who are you, anyway? the douche doesn't have any daughters, and I've never seen you around here before." She definitely would have notice the long blond pigtails and garish costume.
Accepting money under the table and from outside influences was a big no-no in her book. Especially when it meant you were governing more for interests of whoever you had lining your pockets, and not for the people you were supposed to represent. It was only of the reasons she had never really gotten into politics. They were all from the same spoiled milk. Greedy, fat curds swimming round at the top of the bowl while everyone else drowned. It was hard to see it any other way when the same fat cats stayed in power for years on end and nobody else in government seats ever truly tried to get rid of them.
This particular building was home to one of those sleazy curds, who just so happened to be on a lengthy vacation with his mistress. The emails on his computer had classified it as a 'business trip' and while it was possible his actual wife was at home and oblivious to his sinful seeds, it was also possible she was enjoying him being away so that she had more time to herself with the pool boy.
God, she really @#$%in hated politicians.
After breaking into his computer (which wasn't hard since his password had been his son's birthday and initials), she downloaded anything that looked even remotely helpful onto a USB drive. It would take too long to try and sift through all of it right then and there, so she would take it with her scour through later, and figure out what she wanted to release onto various sites online.
Shortly after she'd gotten her information and started to get to work, she started to hear sounds. Which was weird seeing as she'd scoped the place out for weeks and nobody was supposed to be around on this day, at this time of night. The Native paused while carefully sloshing gasoline all over the place. Having someone pop in randomly was seriously going to ruin her whole 'Raze it to the ground' plan and that was No Bueno.
Setting the canister down on the floor, she tugged the fitted black scarf up over her nose, pulled up her hood to hide her hair and shadow her eyes. Whoever it was would seriously be regretting their choice to stop by in a moment or two.
A light, girlish voice punctured the silence, and a second later the sounds of someone aggressively performing unwanted gymnastics down the stone stairs reached her ears and she... was thrown for a bit of a loop.
Huh.
Whelp, guess they died then. Nothing to worry about anymore, right?
A pink, girly looking stun gun spun across the granite and smacked into one of her boots. She stooped to pick it up and tuck it away in a pocket just about the same time as she noticed the girl- because it was definitely female and had questionable taste in clothes- seemed to still be alive.
"Nice landing. You get a solid 6. Not get the @#$% out of here before I set this place ablaze and you with it."
She headed back over to the gas tank and resumed drenching everything within reach with gas.
"Nah, they can kick me out if they want to. I still wanna punch her smug face."
She sat up a little more as he announced that they were close and moved to grab her phone from where it was mounted. They wouldn't need GPS from this point on.
"We'll be coming up on the exit here soon. 63 W. From there it'll be about another hour through the woods until we get to the campsites. They're a bit off the beaten path so pay attention to where I tell you to turn when we get there."
She settled back into the sat with her phone in her hands, smirking at the four texts she had gotten from her dad so far. One heavily hoping that she had been joking and that she wasn't really going off into the woods with a boy for three days. She responded with her typical one-fingered emoji and left it at that.
She snuck a peek at him from under her hat and then moved to sit up a little bit more in her seat. "OKay, so... all of the tribes hold Powows every year. People gather from all over the country on different dates and in different states. I go to the one held up on the homeland. Everybody comes if they can and there are all sorts of dances and competitions and booths. They even let none Indigenous people in." She didn't sound super happy about that last part.
"Anyway, I dance in the competitive portions of the women's dances. Jingle and Fancy shawl." When she had been younger she had demanded to be able to dance with the men in the men's competition and had been flat denied. Back then she hadn't been a fan of tradition and the finer points of her culture, though.
"Last year while I was participating in the jingle competition Prissy managed to @#$% trip me up and I didn't place at all. I've placed second five years in a row for both dances in my category, so I was pretty pissed. This year I'm going to shove her stupid shawl down her throat the moment I see her."
She'd been itching for revenge for a whole ass year now, and it would be had!
A little grin wormed its way onto her face as he spoke. "Sounds like a fun game."
She sighed loudly at him. "Anyone ever tell you that you sound like a high school counselor sometimes? Dreams? Really?
Other than finishing school, she didn't have any long term goals. She just wanted to keep on doing what she was already doing.
"I'm two years into my degree for Environmental sciences. After I graduate I'll probably go work for the reservation on conservation for the protected lands we currently have jurisdiction over."
That was it.
"... Gonna knock-in Prissy's teeth at the next pow wow, too. That's a goal."
The Native scoffed softly, eyes turned out the passenger window at the blur of passing trees and shrubs. "Absolutely not." In her mind trying to join big government in order to dismantle big government was a lose lose situation. The number of people who turned up every election promising change and a brighter future, and then ultimately failing those who voted them in here just... too high.
"I don't think it's something that can be fixed from the inside. Gotta burn the Capitol down with everyone inside. No survivors. There are too many bloodsuckers in government with enough money to hide behind that the law never truly reaches the. The whole system is flawed."
With her arms tucked behind her head she didn't bother looking at him. "If you're as much of a history nerd as you say you are you should very well know how bad it is and why it's so broken. So-called leaders have been failing the people for a long ass time and since they made it illegal to tar and feather them they all get away with their crimes."
He had asked. She'd firmly blame this whole conversation on him if he regretted it now.
"My personal opinion is that since the law won't or can't do anything about the problem people in power, someone should be able to step up to the plate to knock them down. Make space for someone new to step in and fix things through whatever means necessary. Leave a message for everyone else that it'll happen again if they keep #$@%in around."
Elke snorted. "It happens. My dad's wife," There was a very intentional lack of 'my step-mom' there, "She was a late bloomer as well. Thought she was human for pretty much ever and then it hit her later twenties."
She nodded at his mention of the paper. @#$%ing journalists and "reporters" had had a field day with that catastrophe. "Yep. That one." She lifted the rim of her hat to stare at him for a moment before snorting and letting it drop back down. "Again, not friends. Aquaintances. We don't hang out, I just run into her from time to time and she likes to be kept up on how my dad is doing. I owe her for healing his ass when he got shot a few years ago, too." She paused, and then added, "Also, don't call her that if you ever run into her. She gets testy about the names people keep giving her." She knew because she's mocked the woman mercilessly when some small group had tried to get some nickname based around Mother Theresa going a while back. The Greek was simply too humble for titles.
The subject shifted back to him and she shrugged. "Super nerd then, huh?" She doubted it, really. People wet to college and then dropped out later to pursue other activities all the time.
"Me?" She hummed, thinking. Did he mean what were her plans for after college, or for life in general?
"I want to dismantle the corrupt parts of our society. Raze them to the ground, and build something new and just where they once stood." She left it at that.
"Late bloomer, huh?" She reached behind her seat and grabbed a ball cap, plopped it on her head and pulled it over her eyes to block the sun out.
"A lot of us are like that, you know. Wouldn't know what or who we'd be without our powers. I known for @#$%in certain I probably wouldn't have lived through my first dozen years if I hadn't had someone to talk to, even if the clones are dumb as rocks. Bossing them around all the time taught me a lot."
She shifted to get more comfortable, "There are lots of other people out there too who would be leading entirely different lives if it weren't for their powers. Some for the better, some for the worse."
She could think of a lot of examples of that, but one a wee bit nearer to her heart was the easiest to focus on. Green, splotches skin an a wide smile that rightly didn't belong on such a tortured soul floated to the surface of her thoughts.
"My dad used to date and was briefly married to a woman who's literally some new incarnation of medusa. Snake hair, turn-you-to-stone touch. The whole nine yards except for the snake legs. She can't look you in the eye without something blocking it, and has to wear gloves all the time unless she wanted to leave statues in her wake while out getting coffee. I know for certain she is one of the few who'd just love to see some drug developed to turn her back into a human or something and it's hard to blame her for it."
Andrea hadn't exactly openly talked about her various problems with Elke, but the teen had been around long enough to have picked up on the bread crumb trail of clues. Hell, it was one of the reasons the Greek had left and broken her pop's heart years ago.
"@#$%in' works as a nurse, too. Balls as big as boulders, that one. I can't think of a better way to give her power set the finger than to go into health care when you have actual vipers on your head."
Ah, but this was about him and his pre-power aspirations, wasn't it?
"As for you, I get the feeling that nothing would have stopped you from going down this path with or without powers. You seem kinda anal-retentive about laws and justice. If not the X's, definitely a cop or a @#%^in' lawyer."
"Nowdays, anyway. She replied, thinking back to all the times her brothers had teamed up against her to try and murder her when they were all younger.
"Happens to the best of us." She didn't elaborate. Sometimes mutant kids came from humans. Sometimes mutants gave birth to a human child. Xavier didn't seem lacking when it came to understanding his power, so it didn't seem to matter much. Must have grown up with one of the nicer ones who didn't automatically boil it down to witchcraft and try to burn him alive for it. "I have three older brothers by blood, two deadbeat parents, and a handful of cousins I can barely keep track of. A few new nephews and nieces now, too." She paused, and then added, "Oh, and Saph now too, his AWOL wife and their kid, my stepbrother." Though she didn't talk to her parents much other than checking in occasionally to see if they were dead yet, she was a lot closer with her brothers and a few of her extended family members than she had been in years.
"Since I was little. Like... five or so?" Sounded around right. Shortly before her Grandfather had passed, but hadn't been born with it. "Woke up in the middle of the night with three other me's snoring away in a pile. Mom just about crapped herself because she thought she had three more kids to feed until they all melted later that night. Probably what spurred her to try and cut her losses and run, if i'm being honest. One of me was already too much."
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