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?
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She nodded lazily. "You ever heard of a Kodiac bear? Just @#$%in huge. Giant mitts, giant claws. I've seen him flip a car before when he's really angry. Used to lord it over me when I was little until I started kicking him in the balls whenever he was being a d*ck."
Eh, letting someone else drive wasn't so bad. Probably shouldn't mention that the truck didn't have current tabs or current registration. Her Brother tended to lend her this particular Truck with a promise of 'Keep your @#$% together and don't get caught, Elke.' Ahh, Dakota. So trusting.
"My other brother's got the ability to sprout random animal parts. Their powers came from my old man's side of the bloodline. Mine came from my Mothers."
Dasan, her 3rd brother and the oldest of all of them, was the only one with a totally unrelated power from the rest of them. Maybe that was why he'd gone off to be successful and never got sucked into the family drama.
"Pfft, like I'm just gonna- MMFT?!" Well, okay, that was sudden and unexpected. Also, if he thought her swerving a little before was erratic, the jerking of the wheel she immediately had to correct from his surprise attack must have been off the charts.
"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL- MMPH!"
The truck came to a sudden stop on the side of the highway and she didn't have a chance to lay into him about what he was doing, because @#$% it wasn't like she minded.
[FTB]
"Never figured you were the type to break indecency laws. Eh, then again you do have a habit of getting naked out in public pretty often, so I shouldn't be surprised."
Regardless of the fact that she had been more or less seduced out of the driver's seat, Elke was fine with how things had ended up. She was leaned back in the passenger chair, arms behind her head and relaxing, while he drove them the rest of the way with her phone's GPS as guidance.
The Native snickered immaturely, which was cut short by a yawn. "Man, if my brother ever finds out what we did in his truck he's going to lose it. Ain't nobody want a giant cranky bear coming after them."
She could have grumped further at him, but she laughed instead. "Yeah, we definitely see it differently. I tend to consider people I spill blood with friends. It's not a very long list, but I like it like that."
Apparently, Mr. Goody-two-shoes over there had never driven in a car with someone who didn't have a license before. She could have argued that point considering his stance on friends and how statistically some of those friends probably also didn't have a stupid little piece of plastic on them to prove that they "legally" knew how to drive.
Instead, she simply nodded and reaffirmed that she was super, extra serious. "Nope. No joke."
She grinned widely and blinked a few times at him for his cutesy little backhanded comment. "Oh, You know... I thought I had, but maybe you're right and I haven't? Maybe I've just been fooling myself into thinking that I know how to drive in straight lines and like, parallel park and stuff." Lifting a knee, after checking her mirrors to see if there was any traffic near them on the stretch of road, she used it to keep the steering wheel still while she pulled her hands off to count on her fingers.
"I have been in one accident, now that you mention it. So I suppose I could completely not know what I'm doing at all. Never mind the 11 years' worth of experience, pfft! No! Throw that @#$% right out the window. I clearly must be a dunce at it since I never sat in a car with a barely qualified instructor to yell at me about how on-ramps work and how to back around a corner."
She tucked her hands behind her head, a smug look settling on her face. "Guess it's gonna be a pretty rough trip the rest of the way there since I'm clearly not qualified, right?"
They swerved a bit into another lane, and she yawned while correcting it with her knee. "Such a shame."
"Correction; He was hugging me and I was kind enough to not punch an old man in the throat for it. Also, you sure seem to suddenly know a lot about me to go around throwing out lines like 'I know what a friend looks like, Elke. He's your friend' when you've only known me for a few days collectively. I have friends, and he isn't one of them. Thanks for mansplaining me to myself, though."
She left it at that though, feeling like she may have gotten her point across. The conversation shifted to something else and she went with it. Unfortunately for wonderboy it probably wouldn't end up being a topic he enjoyed discussing.
"License? HAH." She got a good laugh out of that idea. "I don't' have a license. Never bothered with one. I've been driving since I was like @#$%in' seven years old." Besides, why on earth would she want the government to hand her an ID and to have her picture and information filed away in some document somewhere? She didn't need that @#$% yet and would fight having to actually get one until it was absolutely necessary for her future career or something. She was fine being out of some big government registry until that point.
"I wouldn't really consider him a friend. We're familiar with each other and he's too nice for the line of work he chose to be in."
She had a lot of words for cops, and none of them were nice at all. "I hated him for a really long time because whenever I ran into him he picked me up and took me back to whatever Foster home I was currently at. Tried to set his squad car on fire once.... boy was he mad."
She laughed like it wasn't at least a felony to try and destroy a police car. It was just a fond memory for her. "Anyway... He's one of the few good apples among the rest of the rotten ones. Tried to stand up to some @#$% going down in his old squad in the city yeas ago, but it went south and he got transferred out here in retaliation. Jokes on them though, because that old fart seems to @#$%in love it out here."
Also, he was drastically less likely to end up gored, speared, trampled, or exploded being 2 hours away from the city.
She was in the middle of razzing him when Xavier came in, and she stepped slightly to the side so he could join the conversation. John, his cheeks and nose red with joy lit up when the tall blonde boy introduced. John put to and two together about the two of them being on the road together. He definitely wasn't her dad or one of her brothers, and he was used to running into her on her own. He gripped X's hand back with a strength that tied back to his younger days and gave it a few good shakes.
"Well I'll be... I never thought I'd live to see the day ole' Moose here crossed my paths with a friend in tow!"
He had reclaimed his treats and coffee and got in a few good laughs at her expense. "Been a spitfire ever since she was this tall," He gestured loosely around his waist, "Only child I ever encountered that I had to bribe with sweets to get her to talk to me."
Elke didn't look all too thrilled about being the butt of his joking, but restrained herself and withheld any scathing comments that came to mind.
"You need to retire, John. I know you managed to survive the last few years up here in relative peace, but fer real... I'm not gonna be close enough to come rescue your fat @$% if things go south around here. You know there are some youth programs you could hop into after you retire, right? Plenty of other kids out there you could be a good role model too."
John, all smiles again, chuckled. "I've still got a few years in me yet, you'll see!"
She didn't look convinced. "My dad's first ex-wife would probably set you within a program if you want... just have to say the word, John. She'd got her green little fingers pretty much everywhere." Even if she didn't care for that woman's infuriating smile and holier-than-thou aura, she couldn't deny that she was at least helping various people around the city. She's stayed in touch to a degree because of that, and if she ever needed to call on the woman's weird blood healing power again for herself or her dad.
They chatted for a bit longer and John drilled into Xavier excitedly about pretty much everything he was doing and wanted to do.
"If that whole X man thing doesn't work out, you let me know. I'll pull a few strings and you'll be on the force before you know it!" The jolly old man winked and sipped at his hot coffee. They all shuffled outside eventually and ELke got the pump put back and gas cap twisted back into place.
"You all be careful out there camping, okay?" He waved off the silent question Elke sent at him with one hand as he hovered behind his squad car. "Been some strange folks moving through these parts lately what with all the chaos going on in the city."
They all bade their farewells and Elke climbed back into the truck and buckled up. A full tank of gas and another two hours ahead of them.
"Because some people are able to learn from kindness and being told not to do something again a few times, and some people are @#$%ing idiots who need to have their knees broken at least once before they learn not to be a @#$%head." She said ti matter-o-factly, because in her mind and from what she had been taught as well as observed, it was true. Sometimes it took touching the hot coil to learn not to @#$%ing touch the stove while it was on.
She'd never vocally admit it, but having someone sit and listen to her in rapt attention, as well as ask actual intelligent questions related to the stories, was nice. Really nice. She knew a lot because she'd made it one of her missions to understand her own culture better, but wasn't often an active participant of storytelling circles due to her... uh... temper... but did really love talking about it. She didn't often get a chance to.
"Water!" She shouted back over the truck. She'd gotten the pump hooked up and was watching the numbers slowly tick up as the tank filled. She was also watching the empty cop car with sidelong glances, running the plates silently through her head to see if they matched up to any of the ones she knew and had history with.
"Ah, @#$%, it's John." Yep. She'd encountered him before. He was, as much as she hated to admit it, one of the good ones. A bit doughy and round since he didn't see much action these days. She'd run into him dozens of times in her life traveling the exact same route and begrudgingly had a.... bond? Eh. She was basically a stray cat he'd tried to befriend even though she hissed and scratched at him.
Leaving the pump she stuffed her hands into her pockets, let a scathing scowl settle over her face, and stomped toward the convenience store doors. Once she was within reach of the door she threw it open semi violently and stood there with her shoulders squared.
"HEY."
There was John, caught buying a coffee and a bag of jelly donuts, looking at her like a deer in headlights. The clerk paused as well, in the motion of hanging him his change back.
"You old, fat, lazy-" She stomped on in, while John didn't do much of anything save for set his things down, and his thick mustache crinkled in a wide smile. "-son of a @#$%&@! How have you been?"
The Native teen allowed him to scoop her up in a hug, which looked a bit funny since she was slightly taller than him now. The older man let out a laugh that spoke volumes of how many times he must have heard that very same greeting from her before.
"Moose! You little rascal! You never told me you were gonna be heading up this way!"
She jabbed him in the gut lightly with a finger to gain some space between them.
"You've gotten fatter, John. Your wife told you to lay off the doughnuts."
He chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head under the brim of his hat. "Hahaha... well, you know how it goes kid."
"I haven't read all of them, obviously, but a lot of them are really, really whitewashed. People tend to leave @#$% out that makes them uncomfortable to stand on the soil of the country they live in." Yeah, she had pretty huge, glaring problems with a lot of how history had been taught through the years. A good percentage of the populace didn't know basic important facts, important dates and names. It was a travesty.
But, again, if she allowed herself to get riled up the likely hood that her trip would suddenly end in needing to be owed back to the city was going to rise exponentially.
She went quiet as she listened to him talk, since he had given her that same respect a moment before. "Eh, marriage is an antiquated idea pushed by religion, anyway. Most end in divorce, statistically. Sucks that your mom got sick, but like... you can't be happy all the time. I was seven when my grandpa died and I didn't want false happiness. You can't just slap a band-aid over that kinda pain. I wanted to burn some stuff down for a long while, and really that was probably the best way for me to grieve. @#$%in society pressures people into just accepting @#$% and getting back to their lives as quickly as possible, and that's not how people work. You gotta be able to get the pain out somehow."
She left out the fact that she actually had burned down some stuff, just cuz he seemed like the type to lecture her on it.
Elke laughed, loudly, at his joke. "People are like clay. Everyone expects that your parents, or elders, are the ones that shape you, but that's not true. They try to shape you, sometimes with good intentions, sometimes with bad. Everyone just expects that you're gonna grow up being just like them; same beliefs same mannerisms. They forget that at a certain point we start to reshape ourselves, constantly, all through life. My grandpa taught me things, like... the stories, the history, the techniques for various things. He was a pacifist, so he tried to teach me peace inside and out. Always used to say to me, 'ksa'tiyo'. Be a good child."
Ah, man, Grandpa had probably rolled over in his grave quite a few times due to things she'd done, but... oh well. "A lot of people like to bring up the 'Two Wolves' story as a way to teach kids kindness and humility. I think they get it wrong all the time, though. You can't just feed one wolf or the other, you have to feed them both. Anger, sorrow, and guilt are just as needed as kindness, empathy, and compassion. The white wolf solidifies your standing in a just society, and the black wolf protects you when other wolves start to circle."
She chuckled again, because she could see her old grandpa hunched over on a bench with his walking stick, mumbling the entire history of the family line and every tribe story he could remember to this huge white boy. He would have loved it.
"You have no idea, dude. He loved talking culture with interested white people. Seriously. He'd sit for hours telling tourists all of the stories he knew at Powpow's." She lapsed into a brief silence as she thought back to that time, before she had really gotten into her own culture herself. She'd been so young back then that she didn't understand the difference between tribes, didn't understand symbolism, or the importance. She'd definitely been feeding the black wolf a lot more back then.
"He would have started with the creation story, because nothing came before it."
And so she proceeded to parrot the story at him, just as her grandfather used to do to her. She left out the detailed hand gestures and mimicking different voices because she wasn't any good at that, and also was still driving.
Once that story was done and she wrapped up the twins and how they went their separate ways, she shifted to the story of why Owls have such big eyes, and then the legend of the thunder boy. The last story she brought up was how the bear had lost its tail, and was glad it was a shorter one. She hadn't talked this much in a long while and her jaw was starting to hurt. Thankfully it was also time to get gas and have a bathroom break, so as the story ended she was pulling off the highway and heading towards a truck stop.
"-and that's why you never @#$%in trust a fox."
When the truck was stopped and she was able to hop out, she immediately stretched to get some feeling back in her butt.They'd been driving for two hours already so they were already halfway there. Still, sitting for long periods of time was never enjoyable for her.
"Good. Don't @#$% it up." And that was that. As much as she loved a good argument she didn't wanna get too riled up behind the wheel and crash her brother's truck... again. He still hadn't forgiven her fully for the last time after it took two other trucks to pull it out of that embankment.
She glanced at him sidelong as he mentioned what he knew of her people, the tip of it, she guessed, and that he was more of a nerd than she had originally pegged him as. "I'm not gonna bite your head off for knowing things, X. Jesus. Just don't get any of it wrong." Or then they would have problems. Temporarily problems, with him trapped in a truck with her going 60 for 4 hours, while she educated his ass.
A few beats of silence passed with her paying attention to the road, and then he asked about her parents. Might have been a hot button issue a few years ago, but she was more or less past the drama of it all now.
"I'm the youngest in my family. I've got three older brothers, and by the time I came around my mom was done. Over it. She checked out as soon as I stopped breastfeeding. My dad and her hit a rough patch but both of them were too chicken @#$% to actually file for divorce, so he just ran off have a midlife crisis, while she stayed home and slowly killed herself with pills."
She glanced at him to gauge his reaction and snorted. "Part of the reason I @#$%in stabbed you is because you had the audacity to tell me that you found it 'profoundly sad' when I mentioned that I didn't have parents to be tattled on to. When I was that age I was still pretty pissed about all of it, so... heh, more than a little volatile."
At ten she had still been running home after escaping from hopeful transplant homes, trying and failing repeatedly at forcing her family back together when it just wasn't meant to be.
"My grandad took over for my mom when she started to get really bad. He taught me things since I wasn't in any kinda formal school. Neither of my parents really had a connection to our culture, so laksótha showed me that stuff too. He's the one who taught me how to shoot a bow, how to hunt and fend for myself." @#$%, she still missed that man so much. "When he died I ended up in foster care and, heh... well that's a whole slew of complicated stories."
She'd really lucked out that Saph has also been a part of that flawed system, so they had something in common to bond over after a while. "My mom and dad are still alive, but off being immature douches who can't see past their own failings." She wasn't gonna go into how she still visited occasionally if only to make sure neither of them had died unexpectedly.
The Native grinned. He wasn't wrong. Often, telling her any variation of 'no' just made her want to do whatever it was even more. With a few exceptions, that is.
"You're not wrong. The world's been telling me no since the day I was born. Never would have gotten anything done if I'd paid attention to @#$% like that." Being, uh... admired was a bit new, though. She couldn't recall if she'd ever met anyone who had said that to her before. Whatever though, she wasn't gonna get a big head over it.
"Oneida." She glanced at him sidelong and tried to figure out if she wanted to turn that point into an argument or not. "... And it's all my people's land, but I was talking about the State Forest."
The sun was just barely up, coloring the sky in brilliant purples, yellows, and oranges. She lapsed into a brief silence.
"I grew up on the Rez there, just off of 46. Hiked my ass all the way into the city as soon as I was old enough to fend for myself." The sky wasn't too cloudy and the weather report had said that there was a super low chance of rain. Not that that would have stopped her... she'd camped out in thunder and hail before.
"My Grandad raised me a few miles away at his place. Taught me almost everything I know."
She glanced at him and gestured slightly like that wasn't a surprise. "I've been stuck as a ten year old for months. Do you have any idea how behind on assignments I am?" Well, was. She'd knocked out quite a few while cooped up for three weeks, but whatever.
Was it deer season? "Nope, but populations are up and @#$# paying the city to hunt on my people's own goddamn land." Whatever though. She'd told him about the other stuff they could hunt, too. It wasn't an issue.
"I didn't grow up with him. He adopted me a few years back, and it was either that or some other dumb foster family again. Didn't turn out too bad, really. He's a hardass but at least he doesn't have a stick up his butt about everything."
She could still remember that one old crone who'd forced her to wear frilly dresses like that was going to bleed the street kid out of her.
"If you've got questions don't beat around the @#$&in bush. Just ask. I hate people tiptoeing around me because they think I've got fragile feelings."
Grab a piece of bacon she did. She chewed on it like a strip of jery as she got them out onto the road and started heading toward the freeway.
"Eh, he's always mad about something. That's never gonna change." She didn't bother elaborating until they were out of the early morning traffic enough that she could concentrate on actively replying.
"Kinda forgot about the whole thing until he opened his stupid mouth and asked me about it a few days ago." She settled into her seat a bit more and reached for her tumbler of coffee for a sip.
"I was planning on going hunting soon anyway, so I figured this was a great time to test your lame ass eagle scout skills." She offered him the tumbler since he hadn't brought along any coffee of his own. It was black. No sugar, no cream, just like dear ole dad drank.
"You get to choose what kinda game we're taking down when we get there. Deer are pretty common, but there's also a small game like rabbits and squirrel if you're squeamish." She wasn't sure if the scouts, any of them, really went into that.
"You ever slept in a Tipi?"
Someone sped up and tried to keep her from merging in front of them on the highway. She flipped them the bird casually and merged after they passed.
She lifted a dark eyebrow at him and crossed her arms "@#$%in 'course I do." She stated simply, and then huffed. Was he always this slow in the morning? Maybe she'd just have to wake him up a bit first. "Ditch the pants, nerd."
She threw her jacket at his face as she began to peel her tank-top off.
-- FTB --
An hour later she was dressed again and grumpily making room for his stuff in the borrowed truck. They were behind schedule now, but, eh, some things you couldn't avoid, right? He was awake now, they were about to get on the road; the ball was rolling.
"If you need breakfast before we hit the highway you better say so now. It's a 4 and a half-hour drive to the camping spot and I only planned for one bathroom break."
The back of the truck was packed finally, and so neatly organized it look like she had played a game of Tetris with all of the supplies. She climbed up into the driver seat and buckled in, turning the truck on and waiting for an answer.
A few weeks had passed since the last time she'd thought about a certain Blonde boy who she'd kissed and ultimately done the dirty with, thus sealing his fate on her dad's $h*t list forever. She'd gotten dragged home, argued a lot and very loudly the whole way, and cooped herself up in her room to work on essays and class work until her house arrest was over.
She'd actually forgotten all about the whole thing until one morning at breakfast, when her dad had brought it up again snarkily, and she was reminded that she still needed to rub his face in it some more. So, after loudly proclaiming that they were still dating, and that they were actually going to go on a three day hunting trip up in the forest, she packed a bag and headed out to get everything set up.
Was she going to call Xavier and tell him that he'd been roped into all of this unknowingly? No. Because her dad probably still had her phone bugged and she didn't wanna give him the satisfaction.
Elke made it back to the Rez in record time and headed over to her second oldest brothers house to borrow his Truck, one of the Tipi's they normally used for the yearly Powwows. A few hours later she had the truck packed with everything she would need for food, shelter, and protection, and she was on her way back into the city.
A full day after she had told her dad about it, she showed up at Xavier's apartment in the wee hours of the morning, picked his lock, and let herself in.
"Rise and shine! Get your @$$ dressed, we're going camping!"
She stopped at the end of his bed, hands on her hips in camo pants, a loose tanktop, and a camo jacket. "Jesus, you sleep in like this all the time?"
The Native winced and rubbed at her head where he had whacked her. "Hey! Don't punish me for saying it like it is!"
Oh, but look at that, she'd survived. Elke had wondered about why she hadn't felt the horrible pain from all three clones dying at once. Short stacks came strutting out without a scratch on her, looking grumpy and with three clones in tow. It was a useful power, whatever it was, but she still chalked it up to cheating. She'd just found the no-clip for real life, apparently.
Her dad seemed relieved, but equally as confused. Especially after the girl tried to lay into her about what she had said.
"Listen here, B-" Her dad stepped in, to explain she guessed, and Elke's jaw slammed back shut like a steel trap. She'd kinda liked the girl right at first for having the balls to try and punch her, regardless of her intentions, but that was quickly wearing off. Especially after she responded to her dad by trying to lay into him about the clones as well.
To Elke, it sounded a hell of a lot like she wanted to throw fists, even if she wasn't making any move to do so again.
Her dad asked her about the clones and their time limit. She did some quick mental math and a vicious grin curled her lips.
"Oh, about 24 hours ago, actually." They'd all get to see how quickly she changed her tune after the three dupes melted all over her.
