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.
Gawain didn't like the suspicious look he was getting, not at all. All right, the look was kinda cute and very much Twyla-like... But still. He didn't appreciate the suspicion. What's so unbelievable about Maya having a twin brother?! It always worked just fine before...
>>“There’sloads of kids here. Obviously I haven’t met most of them though. In fact, I find that I’m much better at meeting people randomly in the city.”
And a look. Again. It was a strange look with more than a bit confusion, among other things Gawain couldn't interpret. Did she really think she'd lure him into admitting anything with a trick that obvious? Gawain was almost tempted to play along. Almost. Nice try, girl.
"Yeah, so I hear, so I hear." he nodded with a smirk, leaning back against the desk lazily. Two can play this game, and Gawain will make Twyla believe what he was saying. "Ya know, Bubblegum, next time ya meet my sister..."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Dec 17, 2009 18:29:13 GMT -6
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The boy didn’t even bat an eyelash at the meeting people in the city comment which of course made Twyla’s confusion grow. Was she just being paranoid? Maybe Gawain really was what he said he was and she was being a total jerk for not trusting his word. Guilt and confusion swamped her mind and the girl almost totally missed the boy’s next words.
Bubblegum?
Twin brother, right. Paranoia was back in full force. Maya had called her Bubblegum a few times when they first met. Unless she talked about Twyla a TON and called her Bubblegum a LOT it was weird that her ‘brother’ would use the nickname. Only the realization that she could be wrong in assuming that the boy in front of her was More Than Maya’s Brother kept Bubblegum herself from jumping all over it. If she was wrong, and it did happen a lot that she was wrong, she’d look like a crazy person if she kept insinuating that Gawain wasn’t what he said he was. Twyla decided to keep going with the possible facade–it was the best way to stockpile some more anomalies to fuel her theory.
“Next time I meet your sister what?” Twyla affected an equally lazy demeanor, jutting out one hip and raising an eyebrow.
For the first time in his (and Maya's) life Gawain truly felt like asking for a timeout to go backstage and keep kicking himself for 30 minutes straight. Bloody idiot. Unfortunately, that would have blown the rest of his story, not to mention making him look mental, so he just blinked, trying to keep his act together.
>>“Next time I meet your sister what?”
Umm. What was that again?... Oh.
"Next time ya meet my sista ya go ahead and ask her about me. Y'll see how she reacts to that."
Nod nod. Laaaaame. Whatever.
Twyla didn't look convinced. No she looked less than that. She looked positively suspicious. What was it with this girl and Gawain's smooth and bulletproof... um... now lie is a strong word... Sir Knight cleared his throat.
"Anyway, I just stopped by. See what the fuss is all about." he glanced around. Meaning the school, of course.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Dec 22, 2009 19:15:52 GMT -6
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It took a moment for Boy Maya to answer her question. It took a split second for Twyla to fire back a reply: “Maybe we could all three hang out sometime, that would clear things up.” She smiled sweetly as she said this. If they were twins then it’d be simple for Twyla to meet up with Maya and her brother, now if they weren’t...if they were aliens or something like that then maybe it’d be more difficult and if it wasn’t simple then it was a lie and if it was a lie her suspicions were right and if her suspicions were right then– etc. etc. etc. you get the picture.
“Well, it’s a great school. It’s all mutant-friendly and stuff like that...more like mutant-only but whatever. It’s crazy swank too.” ‘Swank’ had been the word of the day when Twyla arrived at the Mansion, considering she’d never seen a highschool as nice before. Technically she’d never seen a boarding school before, but that was beside the point. Compared to a lot of the places the girl had stayed in her life the school was by far the swankiest.
“Were you trying to get a tour or something? It’s kinda late...” Suddenly Twyla was confused. Why was Gawain in the library in the first place? It was funny, the thought had never crossed her mind before.
>>“Maybe we could all three hang out sometime, that would clear things up.”
Whoopsie. One half of Gawain - probably the Maya-ish half - wanted to grin proudly 'that's my girl, smart as ever'; the other half - the one that was trying to save his chances - wanted to run.
"Yeah, definitely." he agreed, forcing a smile "That'd be awesome. We'll talk 'bout it later, 'kay?" He waved his hand as if the whole thing would be no big deal. Indeed. No big deal at all. I'm screwed.
>>“Well, it’s a great school. It’s all mutant-friendly and stuff like that...more like mutant-only but whatever. It’s crazy swank too... Were you trying to get a tour or something? It’s kinda late...”
People seemed to be fond of this place. Even Rupert did. Well, maybe his reason for liking the school was that it gathered all his possible targets in one easy-to-find place, but still. Twyla seemed to feel at home here. Home...
"Naaah, I jus' heard 'bout the school, a lot, and decided to come see if any of that stuff's true. I'm not really thinkin' about movin' in. I'm used to bein' responsible for my own education."
He was. While Mom was around, she did all the homeschooling, and since he'd been alone, he kept reading, just to prove to himself he was more than a street brat. It worked pretty well so far.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Dec 24, 2009 14:31:02 GMT -6
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Whoops...Maybe Male-Maya was really just her twin. He did after all agree to the three of them meeting. Then again...he didn’t look terribly excited about the prospect and he quickly dropped the subject. Twyla kept the innocent smile on her face even after he waved his own words away. ‘We’ll talk about it later’ always translated into ‘We’re not having this conversation...EVER’ which meant that meeting up would be difficult, meaning Twyla’s suspicion was right.
Oh, he was just checking the school out. The fact that he was checking it out unaccompanied by a greeter and in the middle of the night flared some weird bells in the girl’s head but she didn’t say anything, merely shrugged before shoving a hand into her pocket to retrieve the pencil and post-it notes that were sure to be there. (She was after all supposed to be doing an assignment.) Bending down over a desk she started to scrawl in her terrible chicken scratch the number of the TracFone she had boughten herself after it dawned on her one Saturday that she had no way of keeping in touch with people (coincidentally it was the same Saturday that she got her hair done).
“Well, when you decide you want to talk about meeting up, here’s my--” The post-it was pulled from it’s fellows and Twyla straightened up only to find that the boy was gone. “Number.” She crumpled up the yellow square and threw it at the tiny trash can underneath the desk. “Right.” Picking up Poe from his spot on the desk Twyla turned from the dark window and tried to find her spot again.
“And still the men chatted pleasantly , and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! -- no, no? They heard! -- they suspected! -- they KNEW! -- they were making a mockery of my horror! -- this I thought, and this I think...”
Soon it was found and her heart began to race again with the speed at which her eyes scanned the page. Thud. There was another noise and Twyla almost ran out of the library. It was well past bedtime, she decided before walking briskly up the stairs and down the girls hall to door number two. As she lay in bed that night she tried to make sense of her strange interaction with the boy. In the warmth of the sheets the alien theory had seemed utterly ridiculous. Had he been a twin? It didn’t seem likely. Things just didn’t add up...he looked so much like Maya and he reminded her so much of the girl from the park. Further investigation was needed, but Twyla couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow Maya, the girl with the skateboards and Gawain, the boy from the library were one in the same.
Get out. Skip. Run. Quit while ya're ahead. Easier said - thought - than done. The window was right there, reflecting his image as it did before, all he had to do was take two steps back, touch the glass an be gone. The only problem: he didn't want to go. In the past few days he often found himself/herself wondering if s/he'd ever meet the pink haired girl again. And now that he found her - more like fell into her lap out of the blue - one part of him wanted to continue where they had left off, in the park, while the sane and practical half of his brain was screaming at him to leave before the conversation got out of hand.
>>“Well, when you decide you want to talk about meeting up, here’s my--”
Too late. Dammit. He almost got her number. Gawain watched through the eyes of Twyla's reflection as she looked around, confused, and threw the paper away; for a few seconds he almost stepped out of the mirror again, but something that might or might not have been him, decided against it. So he just watched.
He'll be back. He'll wait, let her wonder, come up with an air-tight alibi, probably wait for a Maya-day to explain herself, and she'll be back. The school will still be here, and with a bit of luck, so will Twyla. When that corner of the library was empty and quiet again, Gawain silently slipped out of the window-mirror, and fished the paper out of the trash can. Just in case Lady Luck needed a little push in the right direction.