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...?
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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?
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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.
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Reading was really not that unusual of a thing to be doing. Nor was reading in a park, or climbing trees, or reading while fifteen feet up a tree on a somewhat large branch, on a relative scale.
...The fact that Allison was hanging upside down from said branch while reading, now, might be a bit more unusual. As might what she was reading: The Book of Poisons. Mystery writers’ guide, as if. If a more useful guide to poisons exists, it’s almost certainly extremely technical, and probably in a dead language only ever known or used by an elite cult of assassins. ...Which would make it less than useful, really.
Allison did, however, have a logic to her current insanity, as well as to the brilliant red ink tattoos that circled her eyes, and from there ran down the paths liquid might take from her eyes, exaggerated and adjusted just enough to flow over her entire body to pools of tattoo “blood” on her fingertips and feet, though her feet were covered by old running shoes, stained brown from mud and small patches of dried blood. (It wasn’t Allison’s fault she wore tight shoes when running; she didn’t want to slip. And it also wasn’t her fault that her toenails sometimes got too long and cut her before she noticed. ...Alright, maybe it was.) Her jeans weren’t giving her any trouble with the hanging upside down, and neither was her shirt, since she’d gotten annoyed and tied a knot at one side, so it was a bit higher--or currently, lower--than she’d like, but not moving at any point soon. Her hair was hanging loose and periodically flailing around in a breeze, but it was quite certainly out of her eyes. Very convenient. She might have to try this particular strength training more, if her arms and legs didn’t hurt for over a week from it, and she didn’t injure herself too badly if a fall.
Though if she did, it would just be her fault for not having good enough reactions; fifteen feet was plenty to adjust her fall so she’d land with minimal bruises, and she might even be a bit higher than that. So, really, painful falls would just be a reason to do this more often.
Allison swung slightly back and forth, making herself sway as if the breeze was actually strong enough to move more than her hair, and settled back to reading.
Greenery. Agnes did not particularly know why she wanted to be around it so much lately. Maybe it was the fact that her parents were finally locked up so she could experience the world a little more closely? That sounded reasonable enough. After all, after she had run away from home, she spent much of her life living the in the streets, unable to really appreciate any of the beauty in the world. Her mind, at that time, was far more focused on survival rather than taking in the scenic beauties of the world around her. Living life like that was hard. Agnes could testify to that.
But today, as the runaway wandered into a local park, a small sense of calm came over her. Ever since she had started going to the Xavier’s Sister school she had exposed herself to more and more of the outside world, leaving behind those ideas of always having to survive, always having to keep herself safe. She learned that sometimes it was okay to just go outside and appreciate the world.
Dressed in a pair of jeans with a regular dark green turtleneck sweater on, Agnes sighed as she stuffed a hand in her pocket and kept a violin case in the other. Her brunette hair hung loosely around her shoulders and bounced with each subtle step of her tennis shows squishing grass. Her soft, pink tongue momentarily moistened her lips as she took in the scent of the park and casually looked from side to side.
She slightly remembered this park. It looked like one she played her violin at when she was desperate for food. Normally she hated to play for money but during the time she was just starting out on the streets, she had not steeled herself up to actually steal food, and it was a necessity.
Live or die. Play or starve. Simple as that.
But now, Agnes got to look at this park through the eyes of a casual observer rather than a homeless teen. The grass was green, the breeze was warm and sweet smelling, the trees were tall and rustled in the air, redheads hung from branches with ease…
Huh?
Agnes paused as she found herself standing underneath a tree and looked up to see a mass of red hair flailing about in the gentle breeze. Agnes was not entirely sure what was going on since she could not see who the owner of that hair was (they were well hidden in the foliage), but Agnes knew that someone had to be up there.
Allison spent... actually, she had no idea how long she spent hanging upside down before noting that 1: she was reading, but not remembering anything more than two words before the one she was on, 2: her ears were kind of buzzing while her vision started fading into a tunnel without her noticing, and 3: her legs were the kind of numb that told her it was going to be extremely painful when they got feeling back. And blood.
Also, hadn’t she read something sometime about people dying if they were upside down for too long? Well, presumably they’d black out first, and she hadn’t (quite) done that yet, but there was definitely too much blood in her head. Also, too little in her feet.
...Maybe this hadn’t been quite as good an idea as she’d thought.
...But it was fun...!
Allison closed her book, held it against her chest with one hand, and grabbed a lower branch with the other, planning to (hopefully) swing around it so she wouldn’t fall as far. That plan died quickly as soon as she realized that not only were her legs numb, they weren’t really moving when she told them too.
...Nope, not the best idea she’d ever had.
Allison frowned up at the branch, or her legs... whichever happened to be in her line of sight... and slowly (sort of to be careful, but mostly because she just couldn’t move faster) pulled herself up until she was sitting on the branch, and tried to step onto a lower branch. She succeeded at getting her feet onto it, at least.
Turns out it’s a bit harder to balance when you can’t feel or control your own legs. Allison fell, fortunately vertically, and not into any more branches, and landed hard on her feet. Her legs immediately collapsed, and she ended up first crouched, then falling--fortunately, everything but her legs was still under her control, so onto her shoulder instead of her face--then rolling and back to crouching, then kneeling for the sake of balance, with one hand on the ground and the other still holding her book.
Allison blinked slowly at... whatever was in front of her. Probably a tree, considering where she was. She couldn’t quite see again yet. “I... honestly do not know if that counts as something I intended to do or not.”
Agnes was sure that someone had to be up in that tree. That or she was looking at a very long haired animal or extremely odd looking balloon. She could clearly see the hanging red hair but she could not see what was producing it. It seemed that no matter how she moved underneath the tree, the foliage was far too thick for her to really make out if someone was actually up in it. If they were, were they okay? Was someone hurt? Hiding from someone else? The questions were numerous, especially since people being up in trees was a rare occurrence to begin with.
But as the runaway attempted to get a better look, she saw that waving mass of red hair slowly ascend further up into the branches. Huh. That was certainly a curious sight. Maybe she was imagining it?
No. Definitely not.
This was proven by the fact that not long after the long hair disappeared that Agnes heard was rather loud rustling up in the branches. Cautiously she began to back away from tree, hoping that whatever was up there was not as villainous as her mind was making it out to be.
Soon her questions were answered...with more questions.
Agnes squeaked and jumped back the second she saw the form of a person fall out of the tree and land so gracefully onto the ground before her. Head tilted she back away, pressing herself against the rough bark of the tree as she looked down at the redhead that rolled and attempted to get herself into a more dignified position. It took a second for Agnes to realize that this person was not a threat, but had simply fallen out of a tree.
Despite the obvious question what WHY was she up there in the first place, Agnes crept forward to make sure she was okay…
>> “I... honestly do not know if that counts as something I intended to do or not.”
Agnes slowly knelt down, her very thin frame balancing on her knees as she tilted her head and gave the redhead a cursory look over. So far nothing seemed broken. Still, she seemed to be trying to shake the cobwebs out of her skull.
“Oh…my god,” Agnes muttered as she peered at her closely. “Are you alright? D-Do you need me to call you a doctor?” She asked with concern.
“Uhm, no. Thank you.” The voice might have still been a bit distant--or not, Allison wasn’t sure--but it was understandable. And she was starting to get her vision back, even if it was still extremely blurry. She could work with blurry. “I’ll be good as soon as gravity figures out I’m right side up again.” She stood up slowly, focusing on the movements a bit more than she probably needed to, but better than falling again. She certainly wouldn’t be able to catch herself from another fall, and the voice seemed to be worried already.
...Yep, and there went her legs, starting to get lines of not-quite-yet-painful tingling running up and down and spreading. They were going to hurt in a moment, but at least she’d have full control of them back. And her vision was clearing steadily; things were still blurry and a bit gray around the edges, but not too bad. She could, anyway, begin to make out the owner of the voice enough to notice dark hair and a green shirt, if not eye color or expression. “...So, um, yeah. That was probably kind of bizarre. I do that on occasion. Um... hi?” Allison wasn’t feeling awkward, exactly (she was still a bit too dizzy for that), but she certainly didn’t know what to say.
>> “Uhm, no. Thank you…I’ll be good as soon as gravity figures out I’m right side up again.”
Well at least she seemed lucid enough to not require any more assistance. Then again, how could she really know that the young woman was really okay? After all, it was not the best decision to be up in that tree in the first place. Though she had witnessed children climbing trees, it was a little stranger to see a twenty-something climbing it to what…read a book? She spied the book the other held so closely and arched her eyebrow.
Definitely weird.
But seeing as the woman seemed on the verge of helping herself up, Agnes sat back against the back of her legs and let her hands brush over the grass that lie on either side of her. The woman seemed okay but it still boggled her mind why she was up in the tree to begin with.
>> “...So, um, yeah. That was probably kind of bizarre. I do that on occasion. Um... hi?”
“Hi,” was Agnes most elegant response.
Once second passed…then another…and finally…she just grinned and giggled a little. She knew the other was fine so she felt that it was okay to laugh now, at least a little. The whole idea was just so…silly. To suddenly find this girl as she has fallen out of a tree! A couple more feet to the right and she was sure she would have landed on her. And being the visual person that she was, she imagined it and of course seeing it in her mind’s eye made her giggle.
At least there seemed to be an explanation for it. She was…”bizarre”.
She sighed as she shook her head with a grin and watched her attempt to stand. Apparently she was still having some trouble getting herself upright. She leaned forward with a smile and a helping hand.
“Come on, I can help you up Bat-Girl,” she said warmly. “You sure you don’t need a doctor?”
Posted by Allison on Sept 10, 2011 17:41:16 GMT -6
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Allison did not like giggling. It had been trained into her as a child, that giggling was feminine and dignified, and so something she should do when she was older, but not when she was still young enough for actual laughter to be adorable. And, when she was older, she started hating it because it was feminine and dignified and what she was supposed to do.
It was, however, still infectious, and Allison found herself grinning, then giggling, then--because why not?--laughing as the other girl did. Speaking of which, other girl. Allison waited until the laughter had faded a bit before trying to speak; there didn’t seem to be any hurry, or a reason not to laugh. “Yeah. Hello, I’m Lily.” Her brain was at least subconsciously functional, if she could still remember that. She probably ought to get around to telling people she was Allison instead soon, but....
Lily really seemed to fit better, anyway. Her life now, and her all the time. And it was her name. Just not the first one.
Allison grinned, and accepted the hand the rest of the way up. She could have stood up on her own, but help always made it easier (and faster) when she was still figuring out how to balance on legs that she wasn’t quite sure were there. Doctors, though.... “Nah, thanks but I’m good. Legs just fell asleep, once they wake up and gravity quits freaking out, I’ll be fine.”
The laughing was infectious and thankfully the redhead seemed to believe so as well. She too was giggling, then out right laughing at the situation. It really was humorous the more that one thought about it. Agnes was just glad that the girl did not have hurt feelings over it.
>> “Yeah. Hello, I’m Lily.”
“Agnes,” she smiled kind-heartedly in response. “Very nice to meet you.”
She offered her hand and thankfully Lily accepted it. The smaller girl was fairly easy to help up and Agnes did so gladly. After all, how many times do girls just fall out of trees? The runaway, though confused by everything that as happening, found herself too intrigued to simply run off and hide from this girl. After all, she did not seem dangerous or anything. She was just up in a tree with her book and she happened to fall out in front of her. Nothing totally strange about that…right?
Once she aided her onto her shaky feet, the girl responded to Agnes offer for a doctor…
>> “Nah, thanks but I’m good. Legs just fell asleep, once they wake up and gravity quits freaking out, I’ll be fine.”
“As long as you’re sure,” Agnes smiled as she stepped back and Lily stand on her own. She stayed close though, in case she had to dash in and keep her from completely tumbling over. She brushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear as her crystal blue eyes watched her to make sure she was okay. There was still a small smile on her lips since the everything was still funny about this situation. “So…you know that there are places to sit and read that are…um…closer to the ground…right?” she grinned.
Allison nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. I tend to stay still for long periods of time on a regular basis, having random limbs fall asleep is something I’m unfortunately used to.” As demonstrated by the far too predictable pain as her legs finally woke up completely, and immediately started screaming at her. She shifted from one foot to the other, trying to speed up the process. It certainly hurt, and encouraging it made it hurt worse, but it was far from being anything she couldn’t deal with easily. Particularly if it meant the pain would be over sooner.
“So…you know that there are places to sit and read that are…um…closer to the ground…right?”
Allison snickered, though at herself rather than the question. “Yeah, I know. But, I’m getting really sick of being weaker than everyone, in every way, and I’ve been getting into... well, not a lot of fights, but any at all is a lot for me. So, somehow, my brain decided that hanging from a tree would help train. Arm and leg strength, mostly, maybe abs too.... Failed completely, I’m sure, but. Like I said. I do bizarre things sometimes. Also, falling practice. I managed not to break my neck, so, you know, I’d say that part was a success, I think.”
Lily hopped. Agnes suppressed another fit of laughter. The girl was sure to have gone through enough by now so there was little reason to keep giggling along. Not that she wanted to make fun of her or ridicule her in anyway, but the situation was just plain funny. She sighed as she waited for the girl to get feeling back in her legs and gently wrapped her arms around her midsection and let the cool breeze ruffle through her hair.
Her comment was heard, and Lily snickered before she finally responded…
>> “Yeah, I know. But, I’m getting really sick of being weaker than everyone, in every way, and I’ve been getting into... well, not a lot of fights, but any at all is a lot for me. So, somehow, my brain decided that hanging from a tree would help train. Arm and leg strength, mostly, maybe abs too.... Failed completely, I’m sure, but. Like I said. I do bizarre things sometimes. Also, falling practice. I managed not to break my neck, so, you know, I’d say that part was a success, I think.”
“Yeah, I guess you can see that as a plus,” Agnes smiled. After all, Lily had a point. She was not dead or paralyzed or anything. That had to help in the long run, right?
But hearing the rest of the explanation, Agnes immediately felt a pang of sympathy. She knew exactly what the girl was going through. When she was living in the streets the one thing she knew that she could not allow herself to be was weak. She could not show that she did not have the strength to take care of herself. Though she had not been in many fights, that did not excuse the fact that she needed to look strong. Luckily she had an unlikely strength that few people ever really suspected. That always helped.
She nodded as she looked Lily over.
“Well, I definitely know about that. I never like being the weakest link either,” she said with an understanding nod. Then she smirked “that’s why a good kick to the breadbasket is coverall distraction to get you away from any fight.” She said this with a knowing wink and a nod. She had to use that one many times.
Allison nodded, parody wisely, then grinned. “Survival often helps with survival, I think. Never quite been able to confirm it, but you know, seems worth trying.” Her legs were finally settling; not hurting less, yet, but the pain had stopped getting worse, so she settled with her weight mostly on her right leg. The extra weight would encourage it to stop hurting sooner, and she wasn’t really ever one to stand properly anyway.
She made a face and brushed some hair out of her eyes. “Unfortunately, I’m not so much the weakest link as not a link at all. Also, missing a chain.” She grinned. “But, that does sound effective. I’ll try it, if I ever get the chance to. So far, my options seem to be limited to flail like an idiot, and blinding them. Or, well, theoretically I might be able to kill someone, but... I’d really rather not ever have to test that idea. For multiple reasons, really, I don’t want to think what would make me.” She brushed her hair back again. “Sorry, morbid comment. I do that at times, too. Most people get scared off by one or the other, eventually.” Which was, in her opinion, distinctly a positive.
>> “Survival often helps with survival, I think. Never quite been able to confirm it, but you know, seems worth trying.”
Agnes smirked at the comment. It was something she could definitely attest to. Sometimes when it really came down to it, survival was a necessity to survival. It’s really amazing what people are capable of under distress. Under the right circumstances, the human body will do everything it can to survive. Agnes knew this as a surprisingly true fact. On the streets she did things she never thought she could do in order to stay alive: eat from dumpsters, sleep on cold or wet concrete, even wad through a lake of rats (which is something she would never talk about again).
>> “Unfortunately, I’m not so much the weakest link as not a link at all. Also, missing a chain…But, that does sound effective. I’ll try it, if I ever get the chance to. So far, my options seem to be limited to flail like an idiot, and blinding them. Or, well, theoretically I might be able to kill someone, but... I’d really rather not ever have to test that idea. For multiple reasons, really, I don’t want to think what would make me.”
At first the runaway said nothing. It really was a rather startling comment to make, but who was Agnes to judge? More than once she had delivered someone a wound that could have been close to lethal. Even her swarm which resided in her chest had done that on a number of occasions because she was threatened. But she had never actively gone out in order to take someone’s life. She doubted that she had that ability.
Like Lily, she didn’t want to think on what would make her…
>> “Sorry, morbid comment. I do that at times, too. Most people get scared off by one or the other, eventually.”
Agnes smiled knowingly. Awkwardness…she knew how many people she scared away with that too.
“Trust me, I’ve been through worse,” she chuckled light-heartedly. “Takes more than a morbid comment or two to scare me off. Besides, I gotta make sure you don’t have any head trauma, right?” she stuffed her hands into her pockets as she felt a familiar grumble in her stomach. “Um, are you hungry? Cause I can go for some food.”
Posted by Allison on Sept 12, 2011 18:51:26 GMT -6
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Allison laughed, and latched onto the other girl’s arm with her free one, grinning at her. “My head was not injured. This time. My legs, now, you might be able to worry about, but not my head.” And her legs were fine, too; maybe she’d end up with shin splits if she did that too much more, but with all the pavement running she did, one jump/fall was hardly going to be enough to damage them unless she landed wrong. The hanging upside down, now, could have caused problems. But she wasn’t feeling unusual in any way that being upside down or letting her legs fall asleep didn’t normally cause, so she wasn’t worried. Even if some of the normal effects were a bit amplified, they were disappearing quickly.
She laughed again, then grinned. “Sure, sounds good. Did you have anything planned?” Even if Allison didn’t want to manipulate anyone... well, without a good reason... and even though the girl was friendly, she’d still rather not interrupt any plans she may have had.
And, it was harder than she’d like to let go of the automatic tendency to ingratiate herself. Which, fortunately, didn’t bother her nearly as much as the rest of the manipulation; it only bothered her by being connected to the rest. So she let it go and smiled. “I was mostly planning on... well, not planning, and figuring out the day as it went.”
Lily ended up giggling and partially leaned on Agnes’ arm for support. Agnes was only too glad to help the redhead since she did seem just a little spacey. After all, hanging yourself upside down from a tree with only your legs for support was really not that well thought out of an idea to begin with. But there was something endearingly about this girl and the way she logically thought out her decision. It was definitely odd but it was not odd enough to really scare the runaway. After all, considering some of the things that she’s seen in her life, very little can scare her off.
She grinned and giggled a little as she helped to support Lily until she felt comfortable enough to walk on her own two feet again.
>> “Sure, sounds good. Did you have anything planned? I was mostly planning on... well, not planning, and figuring out the day as it went.”
Agnes smirked and shook her head, her brunette hair bouncing a little on her shoulders.
“Nope, my day is actually pretty clear,” she said with a nod. “I was just out for walk and on my way to get food anyways.”
To be honest that really was the extent of her plans. Now that she could travel outside without fear of her parents she felt an obligation to go out and experience the world without any more fear of it. Unfortunately this “good time” was also post-Rhythm relationship and she really did not want to bother any of her close friends with her company any more than she has. Gina, as always, was as sweet as can be and Liz was always a blast to be around, but since her break-up the pair of them had been trying to make her feel better ever since. And that usually entailed always having her around.
Agnes figured she could give them the gift of some time away from her. After all, as sweet as they both were, that is what they deserved. That reminded her, she needed to inform Sveta of what happened. She was her best friend and seemed a bit silly that she had said nothing to her. She’d call later.
For now…
She checked Lily again to make sure she was stable enough to walk and began to move.
“Come on, there’s a little café not far from here,” she said gently. “We can set you down, maybe get some ice for your legs because I have a feeling you’re going to be feeling that awesome dismount you did back there,” she snickered.
Posted by Allison on Sept 12, 2011 21:09:22 GMT -6
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Allison sighed internally as her clinging was ignored... which was probably for the best, really, she’d had incredible luck with her cuddly moments so far. Maxine had ignored, then indulged her, and Agnes was, so far, mostly ignoring and slightly humoring her.
Allison smiled, though it was most likely hidden, as Agnes suggested a cafe, and partly detached herself as they began to move. Enough to make walking possible, if not enough to prevent the weird looks they’d get once people were around, but Allison got those looks anyway, an if Agnes minded... well, hopefully she wouldn’t, as she’d get them for being near Allison regardless of cuddling. But she could always object once the looks started, if she wanted to.
“We can set you down, maybe get some ice for your legs because I have a feeling you’re going to be feeling that awesome dismount you did back there.”
Allison blinked, stopped, and began giggling. “Sorry,” she managed to get out between giggles, while deliberately letting go of Agnes’ arm. Evidently, cuddle moment was over already. That explained why she’d been humoring her, though. “But really, I’m alright. Probably insane and with a few bruises, but nothing worse than that.”
