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.
Today was a good day. Agnes had decided that today was just going to be a solo day in which she didn’t have to worry about dragging anyone around with her or hanging out with people. All she wanted to do was just be by herself, explore the city a bit, and just have a bit of her time. With finals times approaching, Agnes knew that things were going to be stressed out at school and work was filling in big orders for holiday parties so she needed this. Though it would have been fun to go out into the world and have a bit of fun with Felicia or Gina, Agnes didn’t want to take them away from their own studies.
Nope, today would be for her and her alone.
And it certainly was a success. After initially leaving the dorms, Agnes set about visiting her favorite haunts, bookstores, jewelry shops, music shops, in the end she managed to do little damage her to pocket book yet walked away with a pretty new necklace and a book of music that she had been dying to get her hands on. With her items in hand, she decided to stop by a local coffee shop in order to refresh herself before she headed off to a movie that she had made plans to see. Maybe this was not the best way to spend her time before finals were set to begin, but the young insect queen just couldn’t help herself. She needed her time today.
After stepping into the “Brewmaster” coffee house, Agnes ordering herself a frappuccino, she decided to sit herself outside. It was a slightly warm day but still cool enough that she was not sweltering in her tight, purple sweater. Sitting back in her chair, the young woman casually crossed her jean clad legs, smiling as she felt a breeze ruffle through her hair. It was nice out; nice enough that he actually felt the tug of her wings wanting to flutter. Maybe she would go for a fly later.
For now all she needed to keep herself happy was her book and her iced coffee.
Flipping her book open, Agnes leaned back and took casual sips of her drink as she began to read. It was a nice day. Perfect for nothing awkward or unexpected to happen.
If Agnes had been paying attention, or remembered, she would have realized that this particular coffee shop was one that she went to many-a-time before with her ex-Jasmine. Jasmine was actually the person that introduced Agnes to this shop, but such thoughts are libel to slip one’s mind when they are engulfed in their own sense of satisfaction. Agnes was far too happy and pleased with the comforts of her day to really take a notice of this fact. And, even if, so what? It was not like she came here intentionally seeking to dredge up phantasms from her ex-relationships. It was just the closest shop to her location.
But, had Agnes paid just a little more attention, she would have noticed the figure that casually glided in through the front doors of the establishment. She would have noticed the figure order a Caffè Misto, a staple of a certain ex-lover’s order. And, most of all, she would have noticed this exact same figure, coffee in hand, stepping out into to outside terrace to take a seat nearby.
But Agnes didn’t notice any of these things. And, as a punishment for that, soon found a certain scent in the air drawing her attention. Agnes was not the usual type to be led around by the nose but for some reason, it just couldn’t be helped. It was a familiar scent, one that she knew she had beheld many times before but for the life of her she just couldn’t figure out exactly where it was she recognized it.
Slowly lowering her book, Agnes caught another whiff in the air and turned to glance out at the sidewalk. No one there seemed to be emitting the constant scent, and it certainly wasn’t the coffee, so what was it? Why was she getting such a strong scent of honey blossom in the air?
Shaking her head, she turned to glance back at the coffee shop dismissively when she suddenly froze in her spot.
Sitting, directly next to her at an opposite facing table, was Jasmine Honey Blossom. Her ex, and the young woman’s whom she hurt with her lying and chasing after Rebecca.
Squeaking a bit in surprise, Agnes nearly dropped her coffee as she quickly raised her book up to shield her face.
OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod! she mentally berated herself as she tried to keep herself hidden. Of all the things she needed to see today, Jasmine was not one of them! And…she was trapped. How was she going to get out?
Agnes couldn’t believe her luck. Today of all days was the day that she ran into her ex, Jasmine? What was she even doing here? The last that she remembered, when they were on speaking terms, was that Jasmine was moving to Japan to go to school and be with her parents. And suddenly she was here, back in New York? It was not that Agnes expected her to be told beforehand or anything, but this was seriously the last thing she needed after still getting over her break-up with Rebecca.
Maybe this was just karma’s sick way at getting back to her for dumping Jasmine to begin with. She was happy with Jasmine for a long time but then in walked Rebecca and Agnes couldn’t help herself. What started there led to a series of events that led Agnes to believe she was attracted to Rebecca. Well, she was attracted to her, and that was the problem; she was still dating Jasmine at the time.
Because of her inability to control herself, Agnes felt herself slipping further and further away from Jasmine until, before she knew it, they two broke up. Agnes revealed everything to Jasmine and it was obvious how the young woman took it. Not that Agnes could blame her. Things ended with the pair of them no longer speaking and Jasmine off to Japan.
Now, Agnes was single again and in walks the woman whose heart she broke? Life indeed was cruel.
But maybe she still had a chance to get out of here. So far so good, it seemed as if Jasmine didn’t notice her. If she could just keep her book up, casually stand herself up and maneuver her way towards the door, she could exit without Jasmine being any the wiser.
It may have been a silly plan, but it was her only plan. She was just about to put it into action when she saw a face looming above her book. Startled, Agnes squeaked again as she looked up to see Jasmine staring down at her with an arched brow.
Apparently Agnes earlier squeak had garnered more attention than she had originally thought. Agnes meekly looked up at the face of her once lover and found herself at a complete loss for words. Really, what could she tell the woman? After so long of not seeing one another, she really just had no idea what to say or do around her anymore. What was a safe subject? What wasn’t? Does she ask her how life in Japan is? Why she is here? Or does she attempt to apologize yet again for what she did?
Grr, Agnes was at a loss and unable to say anything. Maybe that was for the best because the last thing that she really wanted to do was to make things worse. But really, after a break-up, how much worse could she make it.
Shifting uncomfortably, Agnes smiled a bit weakly as she looked up at Jasmine, completely unsure of herself.
“Um, Jasmine, hi,” Agnes said. The surprise in her voice, of course, was very genuine. “Um, wow…w-whata…whata surprise.”
Jasmine nodded, smiling a little in response. “Yeah. I…didn’t think I’d run into you at all.”
“Yeah, I thought, you know, you were in Japan.”
“Oh, I am. But I came back to visit some family with my parents,” she said with a nod. The both of them looked around a bit strangely as they tried to see where to take the conversation from here, or if there should even be one. Jasmine finally just sighed as she rubbed the back of her head. “Um, this…is a bit awkward, isn’t it?”
Agnes smirked but nodded. Standing in front of her ex-girlfriend, the young insect queen couldn’t get over the circumstances of this meeting. It seemed that whenever she just wanted a day to herself…strangeness had to happen. It was almost as if some sick deity was writing out her life on paper for the sole purpose of driving her insane.
“Yeah…ugh…” she looked around, trying to figure what else to say. Finally, before she could stop herself she just nodded to the seat across from her. “Care for a seat?”
“Ugh…” Jasmine looked unsure for a second. She kept glancing back at the coffee shop, as if she were waiting for someone before she finally just nodded. “Okay.”
The color drained for Agnes’ face. She really hadn’t expected the young woman to accept the offer. After all, it was so strange and awkward that she could scarcely contain herself. So why would Jasmine join her? Apparently her day was just going to be full of curveballs as she watched Jasmine grab her drink and newspaper from a nearby table and sliding into the seat across from her. Agnes, seeing no other choice, sat herself down as well. After all, she invited her and it would have been rude if she didn’t join in.
In silence the two looked at one another, drank their drinks in peace, and continued to look awkwardly off to the sides. Really, what could they say to one another that wouldn’t sound completely weird, inappropriate, or unlike cheesy small talk? Agnes wracked her brain but it seemed like anything that she would ask Jasmine would turn out that way.
Finally, Jasmine broke the ice after she sighed and took another sip of her drink.
“I…really didn’t think I would run into you here,” Jasmine said. Agnes wasn’t sure if there was disdain in her voice or she was just reading too much into it, but something was there.
“Sorry?” Agnes responded, really not knowing how else to respond.
Jasmine shrugged. “Big city. I guess the coincidence was just there.” She sighed as she took another sip. Quietly she nibbled on her bottom lip before she just blurted out, “You look good.”
Agnes offered a genuine smile in response. She nodded in approval. “You do as well. Japan, um, has been very good to you.”
Agnes had to note that her statement was in fact true. Jasmine looked absolutely fantastic. Though it had only been over nine months since they last talked, the runaway could see the change in Jasmine. Though her ex always looked good, there was just such a vibrant energy off of her that Agnes could scarcely believe they hadn’t talked in so long. It was almost as if the Jasmine she knew had never left and yet changed at the same time. She really didn’t know how to describe it.
“So,” Jasmine interrupted Agnes’ thoughts. “Where is she[/b]?”
She knew who Jasmine was referring to…Rebecca, but maybe Agnes was just trying and hoping that maybe she was wrong and Jasmine was asking about someone else. But really, with the tone in her voice there was only one person that she could be talking about.
Judging by the look on Jasmine’s face now, it was obvious that she was not 100% amused my Agnes’ attempt to slide around the question.
“Come on, Agnes,” Jasmine said with a small shake of her head. “You know who I’m talking about.”
Agnes slumped her shoulders. She really didn’t want to get into talking about Rebecca with her ex right now, but she couldn’t lie about it either. Rebecca was still a fresh wound for her. She did everything for that redhead and it still didn’t turn out to be enough in the end. Did she wonder now if she had given up a good thing with Jasmine to go chasing after the Scot? Maybe now and then but now the thoughts were at the forefront of her mind as she looked at her ex.
Life was so unfair.
But, knowing that she couldn’t just keep evading the question, Agnes just sighed and shook her head as she looked down at the frappucino in front of her. Idly she swirled he whipped cream into coffee mixture before she answered.
“She, um…isn’t here,” Agnes began. “It…didn’t work out.”
It took the young insect queen a moment before she could finally lift her gaze up to Jasmine. What would she find? Satisfaction? Anger? Resentment? Jasmine was granted all of those feelings and here was nothing Agnes could say to make her feel otherwise. Agnes had hurt Jasmine pretty badly and any sense of justice that Jasmine could feel from this developed was owed to her. But, even if that were true, the brunette just didn’t want to see it right now. Rebecca was a topic that still hurt pretty deep even though she was doing a hell of a lot better at handling it.
But she had to eventually raise her eyes…didn’t she? Taking a brave sip from her drink, Agnes lifted her crystal blue gaze from the table, slowly up until she was found herself meeting Jasmine’s eyes. Her expression was…interesting to say the least.
There was only the smallest sense of justice in the girl’s face but the rest of it...was just so unreadable. Where one second Agnes thought she could see sympathy, the next she saw a flash of irritation, but it was all tempered with benevolence. It seemed that no matter how bad things had ended between them, Jasmine was still a good person.
Agnes wished many a time that she could make the same claim.
Silence descended between the two. Really, Agnes wasn’t surprised. What do ex-lovers say to one another in this type of situation? Agnes would have been fine with just saving face and attempting to slip away right now but she doubted that Jasmine would have allowed that.
Finally, Jasmine broke the quiet.
“Sorry.” Was all she said.
And instantly Agnes felt that pang in her heart. Of all the things that Jasmine could have said, should have said, she didn’t know that was the one that hurt the most.
Agnes’ head lowered. It really did sting, to hear the Jasmine so much as cared that she was now broken up with the romantic interest that broke them up to begin with. Part of her actually wanted to get mad a Jasmine for not taking advantage of the moment. At least then it would justify the two of them no longer speaking and provide Agnes with an exit. But Jasmine was too classy for that, of course, and Agnes found herself stinging just a tad bit more.
Her eyes slightly becoming misty at the thought of Rebecca, Agnes gave Jasmine a soft nod, muttered a “Thanks”, and took a sip from her drink again. She didn’t want to let Jasmine now how much her comment had hurt but it was an obvious fact that she couldn’t deny any longer.
Jasmine seemed to noticed Agnes uncomfortable features now. She tilted her head, sighed, and took a sip of her own coffee. Setting in down, the quietness between them continued for another beat before Jasmine finally just whispered…
“Did she break your heart?” she asked quietly, staring down at her own coffee.
Meekly, and without stopping herself beforehand, Agnes nodded.
Jasmine took a breath and said the only truth that could come to mind.
“Maybe it needed it,” she said with a small nod.
Agnes sniffled as she kept her gaze turned down. Maybe the comment should have hurt more than it did, but how could it? It was the truth. Jasmine knew that, and most of all, Agnes knew that. She knew that her heart had been too fickle and that she shouldn’t have ruined a perfectly good relationship just because she couldn’t control herself. Having always been the victim, it was about time that Agnes tasted justice done against her.
With a breath to steel herself up, Agnes turned to Jasmine. For a moment, the two just looked at one another, trying to think of what to say next. In all honesty, it was probably best to just leave. After what Jasmine said, it just dredged up everything that Agnes had thought she had been able to move past all this time. She thought she was finally free of those damnable thoughts of that redheaded Scot, Rebecca, but it was quickly becoming apparent that she was not as well adjusted as she thought. Maybe now really was the time to just bow out gracefully and find a dark, dank hole to die in.
“Um…m-maybe I should go,” she managed to stammer out while moving onto her two feet. She really did need to be alone now.
But Jasmine, after only a second thought, did hold out her hand to stop Agnes. For a second the young runaway imagined that it was to protest so Jasmine would set off more scathing remarks. But as the turned to look at her, she did see only compassion and discomfort with herself. Damn her for being understanding.
“No, no, Agnes, please,” Jasmine said with a sigh. “I…really didn’t mean to come off as, you know, that much of a bitch. Just…it still hurts. You know?”
Before she knew it, Agnes found herself returning to her seat. She in fact did know, only too well, how much these things can hurt and just how uneasy it is to get over them. It seemed that whenever you finally think that you have, just one comment or vision will send you straight back to square one.
Agnes nodded.
“I…I know. And, please, don’t apologize,” Agnes said resolutely. “I’m sure I more than deserve anything you have to say right now. I…treated you wrong and, well, it just wasn’t right.”
The corner of Jasmine’s lips curled in a small smile as she looked at Agnes. “Yeah. Trust me, I had choice words for you after we broke up. I’m fairly certain my sister was traumatized by my rantings.”
It was good to laugh again. Though they parted in horrible circumstances, now that they met again, it was slowly becoming as if they had never parted. No romance bloomed, but the deep-seeded friendship they once bore started to rekindle. The laughter ushered in a wave of good feelings between the two that made any discomfort slowly drift away, until all that was left was mirth and happiness. It was a welcome change for both of these ex lovers.
In the end they managed to share stories, about their lives since their break up. Jasmine was doing well in Japan and set to graduate soon. She already got accepted into the ranking university that she was so adamant about that influenced her decision to want to move anyway. Agnes was happy for her, she really was. She would have hated it if she had missed that opportunity and she was all to glad now that it was working out.
In return, Agnes told Jasmine of her acceptance into Juilliard and her joy and finally studying something that she loved so dearly. Though she did reveal her pain in having to leave the mansion and her sister Gina behind, she was thriving in this music school and even learning to drive. Jasmine said she couldn’t have been happier for her, and Agnes believed she meant it.
Before either of them knew it, at least a good hour had managed to fly by without them noticing. Though their meeting had initially started out rocky, it turned out to be a pretty worthwhile endeavor. Agnes truly felt like she was gaining a friend back.
After sharing a particularly bad experience Jasmine had about a bad date, both of them descended into laughter again.
“Hahahah, please, Jasmine, you’ve got to be kidding,” Agnes begged in surprise.
“No! First date and she pulls out this camera saying she wants to ‘document everything’,” Jasmine said with a giggle and a roll of her eyes. “Just…some people are nuts!”
Another fresh set of giggling erupted between the two and Agnes had to sigh. It was. It felt really good laughing with Jasmine again, even if it was just in a friendly status. Chuckling, she glanced at her watch and instantly froze up. Was that really the time?
“What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked when she saw the look on Agnes’s face.
“Damn, I’m so sorry Jasmine,” Agnes said as she checked her phone. Yup, a missed called from Felicia. “I promised my roommate that she and I would go out. I have to help her pick something up for her final and I’m already late. I…I need to go.”
“Oh, that’s no problem,” Jasmine said nonchalantly. She checked her own cellphone at the same time. “I actually need to run a bunch of errands with the family anyway.” She stood, stretched a bit and tucked her phone back into her pocket. As she did, though, she couldn’t help smiling again at Agnes. “Um, it was…you know…nice seeing you again.”
Agnes smiled in return.
“Yeah, it, um, really was,” Agnes replied. Picking up her bag with her book and other bought items, Agnes turned to go. But before she could even make her feet move, she paused. She didn’t know why she did it, or why the thought came to her head. For whatever reason, though, it seemed like a good idea. She turned on her heel back to Jasmine, finding the young woman still there. “Um, Jasmine, you want to grab lunch sometime, while you’re still in town?”
The look on Jasmine’s face was a little humorous and a bit panic inducing. Jasmine looked as if she had been completely caught off guard. Agnes, at first, wasn’t sure why. It was just lunch and really she did have a fun time catching up with her right now. She would have stayed longer if it had not been for her promise to Felicia. But maybe there was some decorum here that Agnes was breaking. Was it not okay to ask an ex for lunch? It was not as if Agnes was asking her out on a dat—
Oh…crap… Agnes thought. She understood why Jasmine looked so startled. Quickly she attempted to clarify.
“Ohmygod, Jasmine, no,” Agnes said with a reassuring shake of her head. “I don’t mean, you know, like THAT[/b]; like, a date thing. I just meant as friends, to catch up.”[/color]
Relief instantly flooded Jasmine’s face as she sighed in relief. It was painfully obvious right now that a romance between the two of them was out of the question. Even if they were still attracted to one another, it just wouldn’t be right considering everything that they had gone through. Agnes was actually a bit surprised that she managed to blindside herself the way she did. She really should have known better. But, at least she clarified before things got out of hand.
“Oh, heh, well…” Jasmine nibbled on her lip as she thought for a second. A glance at Agnes, a glance to passing strangers, and finally she just nodded. “Okay, that’ll be nice. Same phone number?”
Agnes nodded. “Same phone number.” With the promise of lunch later, Agnes again turned to leave but hung her head a bit in defeat. She lifted her gaze to Jasmine’s inquiring looking and finally just muttered. “I’m sorry.”
“Everything,” Agnes said with all the honesty that she possessed. “I know an apology doesn’t erase everything that happened between us but…I really am sorry. It shouldn’t have ended like that, but it did, and I will forever be sorry for what I did. I never wanted to hurt you.”
Jasmine lowered her gaze, looking just a tad hurt at memories that began to flood back. That was a horrible night for the both of them. Agnes recalled every second of that evening in her room, of Jasmine throwing herself at her and Agnes having to reject and come clean about everything. The look in Jasmine’s eyes was probably the most haunting. Still, every now and then, when Agnes was feeling particularly low, she could see them.
“You did, though,” was Jasmine’s reply.
Agnes nodded. “I know. You deserved better.”
Jasmine sighed.
“You know, just because you say ‘I’m sorry’, doesn’t mean that I automatically forgive you,” she said.
“Yeah. Really, I wasn’t expecting it to.”
Jasmine, after a pause, smiled softly as she leaned over and gave Agnes a quick hug.
“But it’s a start.”
Just feeling that warm embrace made Agnes tickly all over. Not in a sexual way, but more in the way of redemption. She honestly never thought that she would ever garner Jasmine’s forgiveness but so far it seemed like she was really on the road towards it. That fact alone made her feel absolutely wonderful.
With that thought in mind, she returned the gesture and smiled as she offered to walk Jasmine out. The pair of them, though no long held together by the strings of the heart, now shared a steadily repairing friendship. It was the best situation that Agnes could ever hope for…
