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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Agnes really didn’t know how much time had passed. All she knew was that she was lying on her bed for quite some time, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep herself from drowning in her own tears. Obviously she shouldn’t have let Carol’s words cut so deep, but it was difficult. Carol had the tongue of a god-damn machete and just hacked away at everything about Agnes to the point that she felt bloodied and raw. She was lucky she had enough strength to storm out of the music room when she did.
All-in-all, despite however much of an ***hole Carol was, her words still stung and they stung hard. Agnes found herself analyzing everything that the dancer had said and realized that the young woman had a knack for this. She knew how to find the smallest things in a person and lash them until they were so damaged that the person couldn’t look at themselves in the mirror.
Agnes definitely didn’t want to look in a mirror. Carol was a bitch but she hit on some real shortcomings that Agnes always feared people would comment on. Now she was lying in her own personal hell, rolling the scene over and over in her mind. Forget how creepy Carol was (and completely unromantic), the whole thing was just insulting.
Then again, she was sure that Carol was probably exactly the time of woman that Rebecca wanted her to be with now. Didn’t she think she was nothing more than a villainous monster?
She turned and plucked up her phone from the nightstand. Shimmery with couple of faded ladybug stickers stuck to the back, the phone was her first and had been with her since she was at the mansion. It was also probably the most silent thing that she ever owned. Ever since her break-up with Rebecca, the young insect queen had been waiting for it to ring with a voicemail or a text in hand from the redhead.
It has never been more silent.
Quietly she awoke her phone and scrolled through the “Contacts” menu. There few people she talked to. Mainly it just consisted of Ms. Taylor, Sveta, Gina, Detective Cervantes, Felicia, Ms. Potts, and a handful of friends here and there. Idly she stared at the spot that “REBECCA” once occupied between “POTTS” and “SAMMY” (a nice friend in her violin class) and mumbled to herself. Though she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn’t help but think that maybe Carol had hit onto something.
Maybe Rebecca did break-up with her over something more than just a dream…
Maybe Agnes really was that flawed…
The thoughts produced another wave of tears to collect at the corner of her eyes. She tried to brush them away but that only caused the salty droplets to roll down her cheek. Tossing her phone aside, Agnes stood up from her bed, sniffling and shaking her head. Today was definitely not a good da—
KNOCK, KNOCK![/b]
She jumped, momentarily startled as she stared at the door. Carol hadn’t been back to the room since this morning so she knew that eventually the dancer was going to have to come back. Damn it. Agnes didn’t want to see that foul-mouthed monster again. Not today or ever. She thought that maybe she should just keep the door locked but Carol, being an occupant, did have a key. She could threaten again but Carol could wise up and talked to the staff about Agnes’ threats.
The runaway growled as she just tried to show strength.
Storming over, she grabbed the handle, turned, and yanked the door open as she snarled. “Carol you best not f—“ she paused mid-sentence as the color drained from her face. Standing in the doorway, surprised, dressed nicely in jeans, a sweatshirt with some Japanese cartoon on it, and a deep blue beanie was— “Jasmine?”
Jasmine tilted her head as she spied Agnes’ red eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and tousled up brunette hair. Frowning, she pushed her way into the room and closed the door behind her. “Okay, something is wrong. Talk to me.”
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There was a moment of delay. It was not Rebecca holding back or struggling to vocalize her emotional state and open herself up to vulnerability or the truth.
It was actually her current situation that gave Rebecca pause. "Tal-- You're naked!" There was another beat before she added, "Ah'm naked! You're daft!"
Rebecca was giggling at the absurdity and trying to squirm away, but she was being held in the surprisingly constricting arms of her bedmate. "And we will be all of those things until you talk!"
There was some more struggling, and if Rebecca wanted to truly overpower Lexi, she probably could, but there was no point. Through a fit of laughter, she finally submitted. "Okay, okay! Jist loosen up, will ya? Yer boobs are gorna crush me!"
Lexi rolled her eyes, but complied, allowing Rebecca to breath unhindered once more. When the laughter subsided, the room felt heavier. Lexi gave her friend as much time as she might need to gather her first thoughts. "Ah... didnae realize how different it'd feel. Sleeping with a girl. Well, a girl that isnae her." There was no need to give a name when it was clear who she meant.
Lexi ran her fingers through Rebecca's recently washed hair. "I know. It's different. This was fun, but it was not what you and her did. This wasn't making love."
Rebecca's heart sank; she already understood the difference between the two degrees of intimacy, but hearing it was a reminder of how removed she was from it. "Ah jist thought... Ah thought Ah coulds jist enjoy it anyway. Ah mean, nae that Ah didnae enjoy it!"
Lexi shook her head with a comforting smile. "Yeah, yeah. I know you did. Trust me." Her tone recoated Rebecca's cheeks with a fine pink glow. "Maybe it hurts because it's a reminder?"
"Of what?"
Lexi said nothing. She only met Rebecca with her dark blue eyes, until Rebecca could see the truth on her own face in the reflection.
Agnes was dumfounded. She was staring at Jasmine, her ex, a woman who was probably the last person she wanted to run into right now (except for Rebecca). She was extremely confused as to why the woman was even here. They only started talking again like last week. There were a couple of phone calls and such but nothing beyond that. In reality they had not even seen each other in person since that last time they met at the coffee shop. Why was she here?
Apparently her thoughts were being transferred by mere gaze because Jasmine tilted her head, her lips curled into a slightly disappointed look.
“Um, remember? You said you were going to show me around Juilliard today before we had lunch,” she said, trying to remind Agnes. “But if you’re busy…are you okay?”
Agnes was shaken back to reality. She really must have looked a frightful mess. After lying in bed, crying the whole time after the Carol affair, she doubted that she was her best. And indeed, a glance at the mirror and she saw that she was horrible. Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair was in shambles, even her clothes were completely wrinkled because she had never changed out of them after her incident with Carol.
She grumbled and flopped down onto her bed, shaking her head.
“Just…nothing…” Agnes muttered. She didn’t want to throw all this on Jasmine, especially after they were just now on talking terms again.
Apparently enough time had passed between the two for Agnes to forget exactly how stubborn Jasmine could be. She gently sat down on the bed next to her ex. The two girls said nothing for a few moments before Jasmine finally just placed a hand on Agnes’ shoulder.
“Rebecca?” she asked cautiously.
Just hearing the name sent a pang of pain throughout the teenager’s heart. She shook her head, though, realizing that her second ex was not her most prevalent problem right now. Instead, it had more to do with that damned dancer.
“I…no…not her,” Agnes mumbled. “Just…I don’t know how comfortable I’d be talking about it, you know, with you?”
Jasmine sighed. Agnes hated to put their budding friendship under this kind of stress. It was not fair for Agnes to lay so much on Jasmine’s shoulders so she did her best to denounce it as not Jasmine’s problem. But, again, she forgot just how persuasive and stubborn her ex could be.
Jasmine frowned a little.
“Agnes, I’m your friend,” she said with a firm nod. “I know, you know, that we’re just picking up the pieces for a friendship, but I still care about you. And you look so upset. But I won’t force you if you don’t want to talk about it.” Leaning over, she placed her fingers under Agnes’ chin and slowly turned her face so that they were staring one another in the eye. “But I wish you would.”
Agnes frowned but as soon as she locked gazes with Jasmine, she felt the true warmth and friendship she hadn’t felt in such a long time. Lowering her gaze a little, she relished the touch of comradery that Jasmine offered and sighed. Taking a breath, hoping that she would not again be at fault for ruining their friendship, she began to explain…
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It was something Rebecca already knew deep down, but she was hoping to keep it out of the forefront of her mind. She thought that a passionate fling with Lexi would help to cloud her memories with hormones and new sensations to remember, but the affair was counterproductive. It was fun, but it was not compatible with the void she was trying to fill or paint over.
"I'm sorry."
"Dornt be." Lexi did nothing wrong. If anything, the blonde warned her, and she was being nothing but a great friend after the fact. "It's jist... Ah tried to reach out to her after th' fight. She never replied. Ah... Ah didnae realize Ah wouldnae be worth at least talking things through with."
Lexi kissed Rebecca's cheek, which was less than expected. "Time."
"Huh?"
"Whatever comes next... it'll take time." Lexi's fingers seemingly played around, gently moving from one lock of hair to the next. "If anything will ever come of you and Agnes again, it'll take time. And if you are going to move on, it's going to take time, too. She was your first love; that's a lot to work through."
Rebecca was so new to relationships and breakups, the idea of letting things happen in their own time never came to mind. She messaged Agnes the night of the breakup, and she was boldly taking on flings in an attempt to speed through the healing process. "Sae... Ah jist have tae wait?" She pressed her forehead against Lexi's. "Bit... it hurts." In a way, it was a relief to just admit that she was not as cold or numb as she pretended to be.
“What a bitch,” Jasmine mumbled with a shake of her head.
Agnes nodded. She had just finished explaining everything she dared to Jasmine. Even though she herself felt uncomfortable talking about it, she revealed to Jasmine the dream that she had about Rebecca, about going to the music room to say goodbye, and then of Carol’s appearance and her horrible, horrible proposition. Just watching Jasmine’s face was enough to make Agnes feel just slightly better. It seemed as if Jasmine too saw fault with everything Carol said. That went a long way towards Agnes feeling a little better about herself.
She sighed as ran her fingers along the seam of her jeans. It definitely felt good to say all this to someone else, especially to Jasmine, but she was just a little fearful about her thoughts concerning her dreams of Rebecca. Agnes didn’t really want to explain that part but it too was weighing pretty heavily on her mind so it didn’t seem like she could leave it out.
Jasmine, though, proved to be just as good a friend as she said as she reached around and carefully ran the palm of her hand up and down Agnes’ back. The runaway slouched a little, losing the stiffness of er muscles under Jasmine’s touch. It felt good. It was something that Jasmine used to do back in the old days when they were still dating.
Those were good times.
Then, Jasmine stopped and turned on the bed to look at Agnes fully.
“Agnes…can I ask you something?” she asked.
“Of course.”
Jasmine nodded and seemed to take a second to structure her sentence. The runaway could only arch her eyebrow as she attempted to think on what she could possibly be asked. Agnes was most definitely not into Carol, so there was none of that ‘thou doth protest too much’ bull to be had.
“Now, don’t freak out, okay?” Jasmine warned. Agnes nodded, feeling her heart swell up a little in anticipation. “Carol deserved what she did. She REALLY[/b] did. But…you seemed to get pretty worked up when she was bad-mouthing Rebecca.”
Agnes lowered her gaze.
Jasmine carefully reached over and patted her ex’s knee. “Honey…are you still in love with her?”
Agnes sighed, closing her red-strained eyes. She found herself inadvertently thinking back to the dream, to everything that she had gone through with the redhead. They had announced their love for one another not long before she came to Juilliard. They had adventures, trials, tribulations, ups, downs, there was absolutely so much that they had gone through together that why shouldn’t she still be in love with her? Even after that horrible dream when—she killed her. In remembering, thinking, musing over everything, she could only come up with one conclusion.
…
Agnes breathed deeply, lifting her gaze as she turned to Jasmine. Looking at the young woman’s face, Agnes muttered the one and only truth that she had for Jasmine’s question…
“No,” she whispered. And suddenly it was as if the heaviest of albatrosses were lifted from her shoulders. Her eyes looked around, momentarily confused before she turned her gaze back to Jasmine, shiny with resolution. “No. I don’t love her anymore.”
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Lexi rubbed Rebecca's back, consoling the girl as she was finally able to bear all. Emotionally. "I know it hurts, sweetie, but it'll get easier one way or another. It did for me."
Rebecca cocked an eyebrow at the new admission. "Um, say again?" Everyone understood that relationships were not Lexi's interest in life, and even just picturing the cosplay queen committing called curious questions to mind.
Lexi certainly understood Rebecca's skepticism and met it with a chuckle. "It was when I was younger. We were young and stupid and in love, and things were great. For a while.
"Then it started changing-- right around the time I did." Before Rebecca could question the comment, Lexi's eyes glanced down at her own cleavage, leaving Rebecca with nothing more than an, "oh," allowing Lexi to move on. "I was shy and awkward as a kid, but I grew into my confidence as my body filled out. I was becoming social and independent, but my sweet little boyfriend was always meant to be a homebody. He got jealous, I got offended; it ended.
"It isn't quick." Lexi sighed, remembering blue memories in an otherwise bright, shiny life. "I loved him, but we were different people. I'm happy living my crazy, beautiful, polyamorous life, and he's moved on in his own way."
Lexi's grip on Rebecca was no longer that of a bear trap, so the younger woman rolled onto her back, resting her head on her pillow. "Sae in time, Ah'll realize Ah can move on?"
Lexi shrugged. "Maybe. I wasn't finished." She inched closer, her chest pressing against Rebecca's freckled arm and her own hand resting on the Scot's fit stomach. "It took time to make things better, but we also had to talk through some things. With each other, with other people. We had to get some feelings out so we could leave them behind."
"What are you suggesting?" She was not looking forward to the answer.
"Eventually... you might need to talk to Agnes again." Called it! "You have feelings bottled up. To move on, maybe you'll have to come clean."
It was a terrifying concept. What the hell was she supposed to say to a girl she so thoroughly spurned and who replied by brushing aside Rebecca's attempt at reaching out?
She was right though. Rebecca was letting her regrets pile up in a "what if" corner, and talking to Agnes could fix that. Maybe they were mature enough to move past the situation, one way or another?
Or maybe Agnes would be such an unholy bitch, Rebecca would finally be able to move on out of spite.
Well, either way, the plan was begrudgingly logical. "Okay. Maybe. When th' time is right. Ah'll have tae plan it sae Ah am ready tae share my piece." The worst case scenario would be for Rebecca to end up face to face with Agnes and no idea what to say.
Rebecca sighed, turning her head to spot her discarded costume on the floor of the hotel room. "We shoulds probably leave then." Rebecca already made enough mistakes for one day. Week. Month.
Lexi laughed. "That's funny. I payed for this room sweetie." She tightened her hug and closed her eyes. "I'm glad you're feeling better now, but the least you owe me is a cuddle buddy for the night."
She was a puzzling person. Lexi had some deep, comprehensive understanding of the human heart, and she hid it so well behind a goofball demeanor and a total dismissal of personal boundaries. She was really there for Rebecca in a time of need, so with a smile, she agreed. "Fine."
Ten seconds passed. "You're nae letting me put clothes on, huh?"
Agnes was quick to raise her hands in a slightly defensive posture. She didn’t want Jasmine to think that she was playing around in the river of denial. In fact, it couldn’t be farther from the truth. This was probably the biggest moment of clarity that Agnes had ever since the break-up. She had been waiting for so long for Rebecca to make contact or for something magical to happen that would fix everything, but that moment never came.
Only now was she understanding why.
“I…don’t mean that how it sounds,” Agnes said, looking down at her hands which were now on her lap. “I don’t mean that I’m cold towards her. She will always have a place in my heart, despite what she did—“
“Just like you,” Jasmine said softly.
It was a comment strong enough not only to catch Agnes off-guard, but to make her slightly smile at it. It offered her a great deal of hope for the future. Not that she and Jasmine would get back together, or even she and Rebecca! It just offered a hope that things could normalize and, that, no matter what, the people who touch you the most significantly will always live in your heart. For some reason, it warmed her to know that Jasmine could still accept her in her heart. And vice versa.
A small blush, Agnes nodded.
“—But…I guess I’m just ready to move on now. I mean, I've spent months[/b] pining for her, but, to no avail. And today is just...different. I’ve said my goodbyes and she doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore so…there’s nothing I can do about it now.”[/color] she said with a small smile. “I only got so defensive with Carol, because, well the obvious reasons. But, I guess also because she reminded me of what I didn’t want to be. I don’t want to be dependent on people, like my parents, or Gina, or you, or Rebecca. I want to be me. So when she was talking about Rebecca and how ‘crushed’ I was and how she could fix me up…I just lost it.”
Jasmine smirked. Agnes had to smile at that. She was glad that things were indeed getting better between the two of them. Though they were broken up, they did make good friends and Agnes was only too happy to have such friends in her life.
“Well, I’m glad you were able to make that breakthrough,” Jasmine said with a smile. Wrapping her arm around Agnes’ shoulders she gave her a tight squeeze in response. “It’ll take time, but I’m sure you’ll be fine. I think you’re off to a great start though.”
Agnes blushed again, running her fingers over her still moist cheeks. God, she really must have looked terrible, especially now that all the moisture had set! Grr, damn that Carol. She would make sure to do something about that situation later. Shaking her head, she smiled as she glanced over to Jasmine.
“Thank you,” she said. “You didn’t have to be this nice to me. Especially since—“
“No, you don’t get to do that,” Jasmine said with a shake of her head. “I already said that no matter what, you’re still my friend. You will always be in my heart. Despite everything, nothing will change that.”
Then the unexpected happen. Jasmine leaned, and gently pressed her lips against Agnes’. The runaway paused, for half a second unsure of what to do. But in the end she kissed back. Just a soft kiss, the kind with no promises of romance or passion held within. It was just a kiss of affection, of ending an old life and starting a new one…and nothing more.
Upon ending the gesture, Jasmine smiled as she wrapped her arms around Agnes shoulders and hugged her tight. Agnes could only respond in kind.
“Come on, my friend,” Jasmine said. “You promised me lunch. If, you know, you’re still up for it.”
Agnes sighed and nodded. “Yeah. Of course,” she said as she moved up to her feet. “Let me just wash up.”
With that, Agnes grabbed her towel and moved off to the bathroom in the hall. And with each step, there was a lightness of finally letting go…