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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Agnes sighed as she sat back against her bed, sipping on a straw that sat in a can of fruit juice. Agnes knew that it was bad for her but at the moment she simply did not care anymore. She was still lacking energy. She had just finished molting this morning from her stinger phase, back into her wings, and Agnes was far too tired to care about high fructose corn syrup, or whatever that meant. All she knew was that she needed to get some energy back. A glance at the clock had proved that it was barely five in the evening and she was not going to be going to bed early.
Besides…she had gotten a rather…unsettling phone call.
She took another long sip of her drink before she set it onto her night stand. She glanced at her black and red phone before she picked it up and reread the last text message that she had received. It was from Jasmine and all it said was “We need 2 talk. R u home?” Agnes had responded that she was but since then her mind had been plagued by what Jasmine wanted to talk about. Her heart raced every time she did.
Agnes knew that things had been off between the two of them. Every since Jasmine had first laid those brochures to Julliard on her desk, things had felt…different. They didn’t argue or fight but their connection just completely felt out of sync. Agnes had an inkling that the disconnect was her fault because she was still so damn confused about Rebecca. But…why was Jasmine feeling off-center? Did she knew? Did she somehow find out about how she had cheated on her?
Cheater. She had cheated on Jasmine the second she had brushed her lips against Rebecca’s. Not just once but on several occasions. She never told her but every day was hell because she knew that she should have after the first instance. Maybe she was hoping that the feelings for Rebecca would just go away on their own. After all, Rebecca was straight (as far as Agnes knew) so what was the point of pining after someone you couldn’t have?
It was simply hell and try as Agnes might to forget the redhead…it proved more impossible every day. A stolen kiss in the dark, kisses infused with honey, the memories played over and over in the back of her head and it was growing far too much to bear. She couldn’t keep this secret anymore. She just…couldn’t.
Standing up, Agnes adjusted her jeans and fixed her deep purple sweater. It was nearly 5:30pm, the time that Jasmine said that she wanted to meet with Agnes. The runaway sighed as she began to pace the room. She did not even know how to start this. What, was she just supposed to blurt out, “yeah, I think I kissed a straight girl, several times”? Agnes had always lacked the finesse of subtlety, which was why she tended to remain silent. Right now, though, she really wished that she had just a dose of it.
“Jasmine,” she began to practice. “I don’t know how to say this…but…” she sighed and shook her head. She could do better. “Jasmine, honey…” she paused and scratched that one off. Honey was a bad way to start. “Jasmine…y-you deserve better…than me…”
She grumbled as she shook her head. She really had absolutely no idea how she was going to—
KNOCK KNOCK![/b]
“AH!” Agnes yelped, startled. She sighed as she placed her hand over her chest and pulled her sleeves down to cover her hands. Turning to the door, she sighed she took one calming breath and walked over to answer it.
Jasmine stood in the frame of the door, her hands stuffed into the jacket pockets of her denim jacket as she smiled a small smile at Agnes. Her hair hung loose around her shoulders while her eyes had a tinge of sadness in them. But Agnes could not be see that was exactly what she saw. Just as soon as that sadness glimmered, it vanished as if it had never existed. Agnes hated not being able to read Jasmine in this scenario, it just made her feel vulnerable.
Then again, not knowing the future could make absolutely anyone feel vulnerable. It just seemed more obvious now that she did not know how this evening was going to turn out.
Agnes smiled back as she opened the door wide for Jasmine to enter. Meekly she leaned over and Jasmine walked in and leaned up to kiss her softly on the cheek. Agnes accepted it but god it just hurt so much. It felt like the fires of guilt on her skin.
She closed her eyes and forced back the tears that wanted to sting her eyes. She knew that there was no stopping this now. Everything needed to come out tonight or she would never again be able to have the courage to do it.
Once Jasmine had walked in, Agnes closed the door firmly, sighed and turned to face her.
“Hi,” Agnes said as she walked back over to her bed.
Jasmine smiled, looking a little lost for words as she sat at the edge of Agnes’ bed. Her head hanging down a little with her hands folded in her lap. Agnes could only feel that maybe, just maybe she had already known about Rebecca. Why else would she look so dejected? Calmly the runaway stepped over and took a seat next to her sweet girlfriend.
“Jasmine?” she asked curiously as she peered over.
Jasmine sniffled and sighed. Reaching up, she brushed her long, black hair out of her eyes as she finally turned to Agnes.
“Hey, sweetie,” she whispered. She took one big breath as she toyed with the buttons of her jacket. “I-I’m glad…glad that you’re home tonight.”
“What’s wrong?” Agnes cautioned to ask. She was prepared. If word had gotten out to Jasmine then she was prepared to accept whatever the consequences were for it.
Jasmine sighed as she ran her hands back through her hair and shook her head. It was obvious that she was struggling with something to say but for whatever reason she simply could not get it out. Nervously she kept toying with her buttons, the edge of her jacket, a piece of lint on her jeans, anything that seemed to distract her from talking further. But it was a fruitless effort. It was obvious that there was something weighing heavily on her mind.
“I…I like you…Agnes. I like you…so much…” Jasmine sniffled. Already her eyes were watering.
Agnes sniffled. Just being near Jasmine in this state was making her watery eyed and sad as well. She just didn’t know what she could say to help Jasmine, especially since she didn’t know (fully) what the problem was.
“I…I like you too, Jasmi—“
“I’m moving…” Jasmine finally blurted out. Sadly she raised her gaze to Agnes, showing that her eyes were completely watered down with tears. “My family and I…w-we’re moving to Japan…”
Agnes sat there, dumbfounded as she tried to let the words sink in. Was she really just hearing from Jasmine that she and her family were moving away? To some place so far? The runaway could not even fully comprehend what was going on right now. It felt far too surreal, like this was just a nightmare or something that she could not wake up from. But sitting there, next to Jasmine’s extremely sad expression, there was little that Agnes could do deny the validity of the moment’s reality.
Meekly she continued to look at Jasmine, her eyes filled with confusion, with hurt, with so many questions. What about the plans they had made. Surely Jasmine was not thinking of getting away from those. They were supposed to go to college together, spend Christmas together, there was so much that they were supposed to do.
No, it had to be a mistake. Maybe Jasmine would move there now but there was nothing saying that she could not come back for college…right?
Agnes sniffled. The look on Jasmine’s face already seemed to answer the question on her lips but she just had to be sure…
“B-But…you’re coming back…for college…right?” Agnes whispered. “Just…you know…because you move away…doesn’t mean you can’t come back.”
Jasmine sighed as she sat there, trying obviously, not to cry. The look on her face was enough to tell Agnes that she was not coming back for college. That all the plans that they had made were going to be for naught. Her deep, brown eyes were blurred over with tears while her hands were busy fiddling with the end of her nail. She took one shuttering breath before she shook her head.
“N-No. Y-You see…my…uncle. He said he’d give my parents…everything they needed to start a Spiritual Healing Center, something they always wanted to do, but only if they came to Japan since he could fund them overseas,” Jasmine explained. “Plus, my mother has an extremely good friend she grew up with that works in the Agricultural department over at Tokyo University…” she paused as she looked at Agnes sincerely in the eyes. It was obvious that there was hurt in her eyes but there was also a need, a need for her to make Agnes understand. “I…I don’t know what to do, Agnes. I…I don’t want to leave you but….”
“It’s such a good opportunity,” Agnes said with a frown. She knew how much Jasmine wanted to get into a good school. Now she was practically being offered a free ride. But at the cost of sending her away.
Jasmine nodded to Agnes’ comment. There was a look in their eyes, a look that was almost imploring them to find a solution, any solution that would work out for the both of them. But…deep down, they knew it was impossible. Overseas visits, text message, long distance phone calls, internet chatting, none of it was a substitute for having the person directly in front of them. That was no way to have a romance…especially a teenage one…
The two sniffled as they turned their sad eyes upon one another. They knew then that it was over…
Agnes still could not believe exactly what she was hearing. Jasmine was actually leaving and there seemed to be absolutely no solution to the problem. Agnes didn’t want Jasmine to go but at the same time, she didn’t want to stand in her way either. She cared about her too much to do something like that. Jasmine deserved her chance to live life to its fullest and gain a chance to achieve her life’s dreams. What kind of person would Agnes be if she stood in the way of that?
But even if that seemed logical, it did not stop the pain that she felt in her heart. It ached and throbbed so deeply that it hurt in places she did not know she could feel. That only went to show just how much she did care about the young soccer player.
Yet…what right did she have to feel anything like that? How much did she really care if her thoughts were plagued by the thoughts of another young woman, if her lips had brushed against another set of lips that did not belong to Jasmine? Wouldn’t that make her nothing more than a lying hypocrite?
No…she had to stop those thoughts. Not now. She could not let herself fall into that endless pit of self-deprecating anger when she was feeling a piece of her heart, a piece that Jasmine would always possess, shattering into droplets of tiny red shards. Sadly the young runaway’s shoulders slumped as she could feel the tears welling up against the corners of her eyes. Another glance to Jasmine and she found the young girl watching her, just as intently...just as sadly…
“I’m…s-sorry…” Jasmine muttered through saddened expression. She sniffled as she hugged herself tightly.
“What?” Agnes asked as she shook her head. “Oh, no, no Jasmine, please,” she pleaded as she leaned over and wrapped her arms around her. She squeezed her tight, cradling her head against the nape of her neck. Softly Agnes pressed her lips against the other girls salt-tinged cheek and sighed. “You…have nothing to feel bad about. It’s a damn good chance. I…I could never ask you to give that up for me. You deserve it too much.”
Jasmine sniffled and nodded as she wrapped her arms around Agnes and squeezed her just as tight. Seconds passed into minutes as the pair simply sat there on the bed, holding each other tightly and trying to hold onto whatever composure they still possessed. But each sniffle, each drop of a tear, it became harder and harder to keep the support up. Every second that ticked away while they held each other was another second closer to them being separated. And at that moment both knew that they did not want to let the other go.
Agnes, though, was still plagued. There was so much confusion in the back of her mind that she felt like she was going to be sick. She held Jasmine, knew that she cared so deeply for Jasmine, but thoughts of Rebecca still flashed across her mind. She knew it was not right, that she could not let Jasmine go thinking that she was some pure and innocent person that had never done her wrong. Agnes could never live with the guilt of knowing what she had done if she didn’t confess it.
But how could she tell her now? The tears fell so freely that Agnes did not want to add to the sadness.
Jasmine broke the silence though as she sighed and slowly pried herself free from Agnes’ grip. In doing so she wiped her eyes and tried to compose herself as she took a shaky breath. Eyes still lowered, she sniffled as she glanced to Agnes.
“Heh…I must look a mess,” Jasmine whispered.
Agnes smiled sadly and shook her head. Jasmine always looked good, even with she was tear-stained and sniffly like she was. Taking the opportunity, Agnes wiped her own eyes free of tears as she too took a calming breath and blankly stared forward.
“W-When?”
Jasmine cleared her throat. Her hesitation instantly made Agnes fear the answer. “End of the week.”
Agnes would have gasped. That was an answer that was far sooner than she ever would have anticipated. A few days…that was all Jasmine had left before she suddenly vanished from her life…forever. Agnes knew then…she couldn’t say anything about Rebecca. Not now. She couldn’t ruin the last few days that Jasmine had left in the states. She couldn’t be that heartle—
She felt a hand on her shoulder. Shaken from her thoughts she turned to Jasmine just in time to see the young girl leaning forward and suddenly pressed her lips against her own. Agnes, was clearly taken by surprise by this sudden movement but also by the passion by which Jasmine kissed her. Since they started dating they had decided to take things very slow (Agnes knew what happened when things went too fast thanks to Rhythm). But right now, Jasmine was being anything but. Though she was fueled with sadness, Jasmine kissed Agnes deeply, her arms wrapping around she as she pulled the pale runaway closer to her.
Agnes gasped, momentarily caught up as she wrapped her arms around Jasmine as well. She didn’t stop herself, she didn’t pull away, but instead she kissed the young woman just as deeply; a young woman who would be leaving her life forever after just this one night. How could she deny either of them this?
But lips brushed her neck, Agnes sighed until a stray thought flashed across her mind. A thought that took the form of a freckly skinned, redhead with a Scottish accent. And it was that, and only that, that made her stop...
Passion driven by the oncoming separation. It was hard to think straight during such a moment. Soon the mind completely abandons all ideas of logic and common sense and instead all that takes over is instinct. Agnes found herself in such as position as she held onto Jasmine, feeling the tender kisses and soft touches. She knew that she would never feel these lips, those soft hands, or smell the honeysuckle that always seemed to waft off of her hair. But something flashed across her mind that stopped her from falling too deep into these passions.
Eyes closed, Agnes took a breath as she gently seized Jasmine by her arms, sniffling, and shook her head. Tears dotted the corners of her eyes as her lip quivered, trying to hold back from losing her control over her emotions. She couldn’t do this; she couldn’t allow herself to go through this with Jasmine, not after what she had done.
Jasmine, clearly confused, stopped kissing Agnes and slowly backed away, eyes flashing with bewilderment.
“A-Agnes…I’m…sorry. I should have…I didn’t mean to just…”
“No,” Agnes sniffled as her heart began to beat thunderously in her chest. “No, no, it’s not you. You…didn’t do anything wrong…”
Agnes stood up from the bed as she began to pace. The look on her face was pained and it was obvious that Jasmine could see it. The young woman was concerned and stood up as she watched Agnes curiously. She would never force Agnes to talk, that simply was not her way. But judging by the looks of the sweet runaway, she definitely needed to get someone off of her chest. She had the look of someone with weights tied down to her shoulders.
But however much Agnes looked miserable she had trouble actually opening her mouth to say anything about what was wrong. The internal conflict was hard to miss. If one looked close enough, one could see that there were two Agnes’ warring inside the body of one. Any second and there would be fissures breaking along her porcelain white skin.
Piercing blue eyes turned onto Jasmine and Agnes felt like a spike was being driven into her heart. Where one second she said she couldn’t do it, the second she resolved that she must. There was just no way she could live with guilt like this, or to let Jasmine live with a disillusionment about her.
“Agnes, please,” Jasmine finally begged as she took a step forward. “What’s wrong? You’re scaring me.”
A shaky breath, a tensing of her muscles, and Agnes looked up with teary, sad eyes.
“Jasmine,” she whispered in a tone that was nearly lost to the air. Her wings drooped sadly down her back as she muttered... “I...I have to tell you something…”
The explanation was hard. Agnes looked into those deep brown eyes and tried to find the voice to continue with what she was saying. She really did not know how she could continue because hurting Jasmine had never been her intention. But she had a pretty good feeling that what she was going to say was going to hurt her no matter what. Maybe it would have been better to simply not say anything about Rebecca, but Jasmine deserved better than that. She deserved the truth.
Agnes moistened her lips, her eyes downcast as she finally turned her attentions onto a concerned looking Jasmine Honey Blossom.
Meanwhile, in the background of the room, her small clock radio, to which she was listening to earlier, began to play a song that Agnes only heard snippets of…yet seemed to oddly fit the situation. It was almost as if some higher power was urging it on.
From the radio the song gently whispered into both Jasmine and Agnes’ ears as they spoke…
“There is a house built out of stone Wooden floors, walls and window sills Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust This is a place where I don't feel alone This is a place where I feel at home
And I built a home For you For me
Until it disappeared From me From you And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds There is a tree that's old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And I built a home For you For me
Until it disappeared From me From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust”
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It was only by the end of the song did Agnes realize that she had said everything. And the look of pain that flashed across Jasmine’s face was just too much to bear…
An hour as Jasmine left the room, slamming the door behind her, Agnes still found herself sitting on her bed, sniffling. Quietly she hugged her knees to her rest as her tired, blue eyes continued to stare ahead, blankly while droplets of tears totted the corners of her eyes. She looked shell-shocked, almost as if she still could not comprehend exactly what she had just done. Meekly she laid her head on her knees as she still stared off into space.
Everything had spilled out about Rebecca: about how she almost kissed her, about taking her to her parents house, about the honey laced kisses in which she could not control herself. She could have just taken the route that she was under the influence of her mutation and she really couldn’t help herself. But even Agnes knew that that was not entirely true. She felt it, deep down, when she was kissing Rebecca that she was not entirely opposed to the idea. As a matter of fact it sent a sensation through her that made her realize that that was exactly what she wanted.
She told Jasmine this. She told her absolutely everything about how she was feeling: their misconnection lately, being pressured about Julliard, her infatuation with Rebecca, but that none of it was Jasmine’s fault! She couldn’t stress that enough. But it was obvious that that was of little help. In the end, while in a relationship with her, Agnes still had feelings for another girl. A girl that she didn’t even believe would share those feelings.
But there it was…nonetheless.
Agnes had prepared herself, or at least tried to, for a shouting match. She was certain that Jasmine was going to lose it, that she was going to scream at her, call her a cheater, a betrayer, and any number of choice names out of the book of obscenities. Agnes had heard things like that before while living on the streets. Sometimes directed at her, sometimes not. But she was not at all prepared for what had actually happened.
After Agnes had explained everything and sniffled over all the details and the explanations, Jasmine simply looked at her. And there was such a look in her eyes and on her face that it immediately left a lasting scar on the runaway’s heart. Jasmine looked so defeated, so rejected, and so utterly betrayed that instead of anger, it was iced over with a cold sadness that made Agnes’ skin goosebump. It was the type of expression that she would have never wished upon her worst enemy and yet here she had done it to someone who cared about her so deeply.
She had hurt, Jasmine. Hurt her in a way that Rhythm had done to herself. The thought of that was probably what shocked and hurt Agnes the most: that she had betrayed Jasmine’s trust utterly and completely.
And still worst was that afterward, Jasmine merely stood up, her eyes glistening with sadness and tears. Shakiy she hugged herself as she adverted her gaze from Agnes and merely whispered…
“Good bye.”
A second later the door slammed and crying could he heard faintly in the hallway, like some mournful ghost slipping away into the ether. All that was left was Agnes, saddened, and developing a new guilt.
Silently she slipped onto her bed and had been sitting there for the following hour, staring at the door. She did not want it to open, she never wanted it to open again (as impossible as that would be). For now, all she wanted to do was to be left alone to try and understand why she did what she did. Why had she even betrayed someone as sweet and tender as Jasmine in the first place. It should have never come to pass.
But a glance to the bed and Agnes sighed. Her Botany book sat there, glaring at her. As she looked at it, though, her heart skipped a beat. Leaning down, she opened the pages to a special page, one that had the insert of a page of notebook paper that had been hidden instead. Tearful she glanced at the page, the secret that had been left in her room days ago: a poem.
A poem by the same redheaded Scot that plagued her mind. She didn’t know if she was reading too much into the poem. It sounded almost like Rebecca did like her. But she was not sure, in the end it simply could have just been another poem. That was not at the forefront of her mind though.
No, instead she needed to learn how to accept that she had hurt Jasmine and learn how to live with that…
