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?
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Agnes was fine with letting Lily lean on her for support, even pull up close in an almost cuddly-like manner. After all, the girl could have seriously injured something and she would have rather that she stayed close so that she could watch her like a hawk. But evidently Lily did not have such thoughts in mind. Not long after she clung onto the runaway’s arm she let go and seemed just fine carrying herself on her own two feet. Agnes was a little cautious since she did not want the girl to do too much without sitting down for spell, but Lily (as proven earlier) seemed to follow the beat of her own drum.
Eyeing her closely, the brunette waiting for a second. Once she was sure that Lily was not going to suddenly keel over dead, Agnes continued her walk with her.
>> “Sorry…But really, I’m alright. Probably insane and with a few bruises, but nothing worse than that.”
“Haven’t we all been there?” Agnes asked rhetorically with a chuckle.
The truth was she did know what it was like to make a silly decision and have to pay the price with pain. Her mind drifted for a second as Agnes felt the scars underneath her clothing itch a little. It was not painful, nor screaming for attention, but in the back of her mind, something fluttered about that reminded her of their presence. She sighed a little inwardly, trying to shake the thought away. Her parents may be in prison but their mark would forever remain on her skin.
She once again tucked her hands into her jean pockets as she slowed to walk to accommodate Lily. The girl was nice enough, a little weird, but really not so much to scare her off. Then again, Agnes did keep some strange company of her own. Sveta couldn’t touch anyone, Gina was a huggy gargoyle, and Liz was terrified to paralysis of wasps! Such…strange…strange company she keeps…
Another glance to make sure that Lily was okay and Agnes smirked a little.
“So…what were you reading before gravity decided to vie for your attention?” Agnes asked. Already up ahead she could see the café, one of the few in the park.
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“Oh, no, not all,” Allison answered, grinning. “The voices in my head tell me they’re quite sane. Although, I’m not entirely sure they’re all telling the truth. There’s one that keeps insisting on how wonderfully, inherently good humans are, but then if something proves it wrong it goes into this really creepy ‘KILL THEM ALL’ mode until something proves it right... I think that one might have split personalities.”
Okay, so that was very much not the way to reassure someone she was sane... but it was funny. And, really, there was no point to trying to convince anyone she was normal, which was the definition of ‘sane’ that most people used, whether they acknowledged it or not. And the people who didn’t were generally fairly odd themselves.
“Oh.” Allison had the book pressed against her side now, instead of her chest, but that wasn’t making it any more visible. She flipped it around and held it out toward Agnes. “Book of Poisons. Supposedly it’s a mystery writer’s guide, but it’s the most useful basic guide to poisons I’ve ever seen, anyway.”
>> “Oh, no, not all…The voices in my head tell me they’re quite sane. Although, I’m not entirely sure they’re all telling the truth. There’s one that keeps insisting on how wonderfully, inherently good humans are, but then if something proves it wrong it goes into this really creepy ‘KILL THEM ALL’ mode until something proves it right... I think that one might have split personalities.”
“Oh…voices…huh? Well…so long as you watch out for those bi-polar ones,” Agnes replied as she walked about with Lily. “Trust me,” she smirked.
That was definitely an odd comment, and one that put Agnes just slightly on edge. Since she just met the girl, she did not know if Lily was being humorous or if she was serious. After all, she seem to say the comment earnestly but they had been kidding this whole time, was it simply more of that? Agnes decided that she really did not know but she would keep a careful and wary eye Lily as well. After all, maybe it was all a sign from a concussion she didn’t know she had from that fall?
Agnes shook the thoughts away. She was delving too much into this. She knew what it was like to having conflicting voices in her head. When her powers got boosted by Sveta back during the museum incident, she had the voices of millions of insects screaming into her brain for revenge. She was a part of all of them and each of them were a part of her.
Though she doubted that was Lily’s problem right now. She could literally just be off her rocker.
>> “Oh…Book of Poisons. Supposedly it’s a mystery writer’s guide, but it’s the most useful basic guide to poisons I’ve ever seen, anyway.”
Yeah…just a little off her rocker…
“OH! Ugh,” Agnes glanced about a little trying to figure out how best to phrase her question. “Business or pleasure?” she asked, referencing as to why Lily was reading such a book.
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Agnes’ voice as she answered wasn’t really promising, but the smirk at the end was more reassuring. “Actually, the bipolar ones tend to occupy themselves debating which pole is better. It’s the stable ones you want to be careful of.” True of actual people as well. Past a certain point, a person became noticeably off, and people became automatically wary of them. It was the apparently sane ones you had to be careful of.
“Business or pleasure?”
“Boredom and paranoia,” Allison answered. “Or at least, frustration again. So I suppose you could call it either.” She grinned. “Most of the stuff in here isn’t lethal, or isn’t lethal in small doses, and none of it’s anything I could easily get. Or, none of it I have and very, very little of it is stuff I could get. If I ever use anything it’ll probably be recognizing what I was poisoned with, really.” So you can stop mentally edging away from me now.
Evidently, Agnes was not quite as openminded to oddity as Allison had hoped. Kind of a shame.
Agnes smiled at Lily’s comment. It a odd way, the girl really did have a point. She seemed fairly knowledge and informed, if only just a little odd. But Agnes was not one to shy away from people with an odd quirk or two. Though Lily pushed that boundary a little, the runaway was genuinely beginning to like her. She was blunt, honest and though she had a crazy idea or two, she seemed to believe in them earnestly.
How could one blame her for that?
The café loomed closer. Outside it was a pretty standard little shop with seating out both the outside and interior and thankfully it did not look at all busy.
>> “Boredom and paranoia…Or at least, frustration again. So I suppose you could call it either…Most of the stuff in here isn’t lethal, or isn’t lethal in small doses, and none of its anything I could easily get. Or, none of it I have and very, very little of it is stuff I could get. If I ever use anything it’ll probably be recognizing what I was poisoned with, really.”
Pause.
Thinking…
Thinking…
Smirking…
Then laughing…
Agnes had to smile and giggle a little at what Lily had said. It seemed just so far out there and odd and at first she really did not know how to respond. She knew that she had her own dealings with paranoia but…wow. To really start reading to be able to diagnose yourself in case you need to know what you were poisoned with? It seemed…just so far out there and there was little that Agnes could do but laugh a little at the idea. Not that she was making fun of Lily, it was simply…wow that was really being prepared.
She forced herself to stop giggling as she looked over to Lily, a small smile still on her face.
“I’m sorry, I’m not making fun of you,” she said earnestly. “It’s just I never heard of someone being so prepared. I guess that is something I should have considered looking into a long time ago.” She glanced at the book again, switching her violin case from one hand to the other. “Do you…get threatened with poisoning often?”
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Allison grinned as Agnes laughed, partly relieved and partly finding it infectious again. Moments of being freaked out she could deal with, as long as they were only moments, which was apparently the case with Agnes.
Allison shrugged a shoulder absently. “Not specifically poisoning, no, but I get an array of unspecified painful threats semi-regularly, and some of these would be really painful... and more likely to work in a public place than a direct attack. I generally try to avoid dark alleys.” And, if she went into or near any particularly bad areas, risk of being kidnapped to use against her family or as ransom... which would probably be quite ineffective, but no one who might try it knew that. And either way, she wasn’t going to mention that to Agnes; New York wasn’t really on the list of places to worry about that, anyway. “But mostly it’s just because I’m sick of doing nothing, and I saw this, and... well, it’s not like I’m ever going to be good for a fight any other way, so I figured I may as well look at it.” It was interesting, though, that Agnes thought she should have been studying poisons. Allison considered asking that, but decided it was probably not something she had any right to be asking about, so instead she held the book out. “Did you want to look?”
>> “Not specifically poisoning, no, but I get an array of unspecified painful threats semi-regularly, and some of these would be really painful... and more likely to work in a public place than a direct attack. I generally try to avoid dark alleys.”
“Smart move,” Agnes said with a nod.
She knew all about the real dangers that lurked in dark alleys. Only all too well. There were many times when she first ran away from home that the screams and shouts she heard from neighboring alleyways made her want to cringe and cry herself to sleep. She hated those nights, mostly because those were the times when she felt the most vulnerable. Curled up amongst the sludge and trash of a forgotten alley, trying to make herself invisible with newspapers and foul smelling trash bags, it was like a horrible dream she no longer wanted to remember. But it was a part of her past…and a future she feared returning to.
But she pulled herself out of those depressing thoughts and refocused on Lily whom had continued one with her explanation as to why she was having such…light reading.
>> “But mostly it’s just because I’m sick of doing nothing, and I saw this, and... well, it’s not like I’m ever going to be good for a fight any other way, so I figured I may as well look at it.”
Agnes smirked again, saying nothing. As she thought before, it was interesting how prepared Lily was making herself…
>> “Did you want to look?”
They had just reached the entrance to the café and Agnes glanced down to the book. It did look interesting. So she grinned a little as she nodded her head. After all, she loved to absorb as much information as she could as well.
“Sure, but let’s sit down first,” she beamed as she opened the door for Allison. “Ladies first.”
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Allison gave a slight, playful bow at the could-maybe-possibly-be-interpreted-as-a-compliment-if-she-tried-hard-enough. “I can manage those on occasion.”
Fairly frequent occasions, in fact, if she let herself, and included ideas that were of the weird-but-works category. But saying so would be bragging, and even thinking it was being arrogant, and wasn’t that kind of restricting, really? But restraint was a good thing, but she was trying to avoid her old thinking patterns, which this definitely was, but it was an interesting topic, and she’d probably forget whatever conclusion she came to before she had a chance to use it again, so it wasn’t really manipulating, and didn’t that kind of forgetfulness mean she had no right to claim intelligence anyway? And--you know what, brain, just shut up, now. I do better without you.
Allison laughed as Agnes held the door. “I’m hardly a lady. Ladies do not climb trees, to start with.” Or wear pants to important dinners, or make snarky comments, or do much of anything else Allison made a point of doing. She went through anyway, though, looking around for a table.
>> “I’m hardly a lady. Ladies do not climb trees, to start with.”
Agnes just snickered and grinned as she followed Lily into the café. While she did have a point that most girls were not known for climbing trees and falling out of them rather unceremoniously, Agnes had to had to smirk. Lily gave herself too little credit. But she did not voice her opinion. Instead the runaway simply kept quiet as she held the door open and waited for the redhead to step inside.
Once she followed, she was immediately struck by a blast of cool air from the business’ air conditioning vents. She shivered slightly but she pushed on. The café was pretty standard, with tables laid out in a slightly haphazard way, each of which with a completely mismatched set of chairs. Around them, though waitresses and waiters bustled and seemed as if they could navigate the entire place with their eyes completely closed. Each of them wore a standard looking green, collared shirt with a black apron to match. There was definitely some kind of order under all this madness.
Agnes spotted an open table and began to steer Lily towards it. Luckily the place did not seem to be in the least busy right now. Maybe because most people did not know it was here or they simply were not in the mood for it’s food. Whatever the case, Agnes was thankful for that fact. So long as there was less people around, the less likely her swarm or any other visiting insects would make a scene.
Once they had arrived Agnes claimed a seat and sighed.
“Alright, how are you feeling?” she immediately asked Lily now that they were inside someplace with a nearby phone. She was still slightly concerned that the redhead may have harmed herself but she did not want to sound panicky either. This would be the last time she asked. Promise. “You don’t feel woozy or anything?”
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Allison let Agnes pick a table, noting the not particularly busy, and definitely quite cold, state of the cafe absently as she moved through it. It wasn’t really a time she’d expect the place to be overflowing, but more business than this seemed possible.
Probably not actually the fault of the excessive air conditioning. Allison decided to blame the air conditioning anyway.
She sat across from Agnes, glancing around a last time to see if by coincidence one of the matched waiters would be appearing soon, or if the menu was on a blackboard, or anything similar.
“Alright, how are you feeling?”
Allison almost rolled her eyes as she set the book on the seat next to her. No need to leave that particular title too visible.
“You don’t feel woozy or anything?”
Okay, Allison did roll her eyes.
“I’m fine, really. My legs fell asleep, and all my blood was in my head and had to get back out, but that’s it.” She tapped a finger absently against the book, hopefully out of both sight and hearing. She wasn’t really impatient or annoyed, but the questions were getting repetitive. “My legs are still a little bit tingly but that’s it, and that’ll be gone soon.” Now, new topic. “So what were you doing wandering around in unknown areas of a park?”
>> “I’m fine, really. My legs fell asleep, and all my blood was in my head and had to get back out, but that’s it…My legs are still a little bit tingly but that’s it, and that’ll be gone soon…”
Lily seemed a little irritated after Agnes asked yet again if she were okay. She of course a little hurt that she had irritated this nice girl in such a manner but at the same time she could not blame her. After all this was, what, the third or fourth time that she asked her the exact same question? So of course Lily had every right to be irritated with Agnes. But there was genuine concern for her. Then again, Agnes just had to understand that if the girl felt like she was fine then she more than likely was.
She nibbled her bottom lip a little sheepishly, trying to figure a way out of this. She did not want Lily to think that she was some overly motherly, paranoid nut job.
A glance to the side and Agnes spied the menus for the café. Their waiter/ress still had not shown up so that gave them time to look it over. Reaching over, Agnes plucked a pair of them out of their resting spot and slid one across the table to Lily while she opened her own.
Thankfully a change of topic seemed to present itself…
>> “So what were you doing wandering around in unknown areas of a park?”
Agnes smiled as she glanced up from her menu to Lily.
“Nothing special. I just decided to go for a walk today,” she said with a nod. “and I wanted to look for a quiet place to practice my violin for a bit. Things have been a little…hectic in my life and I wanted to just be away from home for a bit.”
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Allison took the menu, flipped through it quickly to find a few things she knew she’d like if (probably) not love, then started going through it more slowly to look at things she couldn’t decide on at a glance in case of something that looked particularly good. ‘Special house vegetarian sandwich made with our secret recipe dressing’ was always harder to predict than ‘chicken BLT.’ Even, often, after eating it.
“Hectic seems to be the way of the world recently.” How recently? Well... the last few days. Or maybe months. Or years. Back to when mutants originally became widely known. Or before.
Relativism made things so much harder to define.
“Has all the hecticness at least seemed to be working out alright?” That was about the vaguest, and probably most ridiculous, way Allison could have possibly phrased it, but at least it wasn’t too personal. Agnes didn’t have to say a thing about what the hecticness--Allison really needed to find an actual word to mean hecticness--was, and it wouldn’t be at all difficult to avoid.
>> “Hectic seems to be the way of the world recently.”
“Amen to that,” Agnes smirked a little.
It was true. It seemed that the more one looked at the world, the more that one realized just how hectic and insane it really was. People everywhere were having the best or worst days of their lives, thrown into strange situations, some of them even odder than her own life! But Agnes did her best to not to let such a fact bring her down anyone. Everyone, everywhere had it rough, but that did not mean that they could not find some things to enjoy about life.
She sighed a bit. Even though the hectic aspects of her life were there, she managed to find a time or two to smile. She just needed to keep holding on.
Agnes mutely flipped through the menu. She was not overly hungry so maybe just a nice Garden Vegetable soup? That sounded like it would be good and filling.
>> “Has all the hecticness at least seemed to be working out alright?”
She looked up from her menu and nodded with a small smile. As strange as her circumstances were, she could at least finally say that she was reaching some type of normalcy.
“Yeah. Despite some things everything else seems to be working out rather well,” she said with an almost relieved breath. It felt good to release those bad thoughts into the ether of the universe. She was getting over Rhythm, her parents were behind bars, things were very slowly finally beginning to work out. “What about you? How is your ‘hecticness’?”
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Allison smiled, somewhere in between sweet and blatant lies. “Now, when did I say my life was full of hecticness? I was bored enough that I decided it was a good idea to hang upside down from a tree and read a book on poisons, you’d think if there was much hecticness in my life I’d have better things to do than that.” Which was... sort of true. There wasn’t a whole lot going on, it was just that what there was made her want to strangle a wide array of idiots. And, really, she’d rather tease the other girl than talk about that. Anything that made her want to murder people tended to make conversation a bit less than lighthearted. “Speaking of which, did you want to read?” She picked the book up off the seat, and slid it across so the title faced Agnes.
>> “Now, when did I say my life was full of hecticness? I was bored enough that I decided it was a good idea to hang upside down from a tree and read a book on poisons, you’d think if there was much hecticness in my life I’d have better things to do than that.”
Agnes smirked and nodded her head. “Touche.”
She did not believe that Lily was being fully honest with her but she did have to concede that she had a point. If her life were a bundled mass of crazy then hanging upside from a tree and reading a book would not be the best and first thing that should be done. There were better ways to use one’s time, especially when trying to balance all the hectic issues one may have. But there was a tone, a look, something that told Agnes that Lily was using that made her think otherwise.
After all, everyone has a little hectic in their life. No one is truly immune.
Except maybe those who have found their true and absolute Zen…or very rich movie stars…
Then as Agnes set back, deciding on her Vegetable soup, she turned to see if there were any waiters wandering close by. Surprising. For how quiet this place was, and as many waitresses they saw when they first walked in, there did not seem to be any people moving about to help them. But as she readied herself to flag someone down, Allison had placed her Big Book of Poisons on the table and slid it across.
>> “Speaking of which, did you want to read?”
Agnes eyed the cover before she grinned and nodded. Why not learn a little more useless information.
“Sure,” she said as she pulled the book to her and opened the book to a random spot. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she glanced up to Lily. “What? Lilies of the Valley are poisonous? But they're so pretty.”