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 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?
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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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She wasn't sure if Sebastian was cranky because there was another healer who was allowed lead since Sebastian was rather out of commission or if he was getting cross about their situation. For better or worse they were stuck together. Literally.
Ghost sighed quietly to herself and tried to keep out of the way of the electric spark she felt in the air between the men. She would have tugged at Sebastian's arm if she weren't already tugging at his hands to re-explore her chin.
DocProf, as usual, was professional. Sebastian's unfriendly gaze seemed to roll off his back. At least from Ghost's perspective he seemed un-perturbed. They lay down on the gurney together, their first marriage bed. There were so many things wrong with this picture. A few soft excuse me's and Ghost ended up on the side of the gurney closest to DocProf. Despite this fact, the good doctor decided to administer the shot on Sebastian's side of their clasped hands. Maybe his unfriendly looks weren't without some side effect.
The creeping numbness was strange in that there was some feeling, but not the normal one. She felt cold thanks for Sebastian, but more than that. She felt... large. Like her hand was bigger than it should have been. She looked at it and aside from being attached, it didn't look all too different.
DocProf set up a pan underneath the area and then fetched his scalpel. That was definitely when Ghost's eyes scrunched shut. She was rather a wimp when it came to physical pain. Sebastian, tired of straining to criticize DocProf's work, turned to distract his new wife.
"Why do you not like to be called Maya?"
Ghost let out another breath she'd been holding, but did not open her eyes. Just because she didn't feel knife didn't mean she wanted to see knife. Feeling cold tingles and large was vastly preferable.
"Maya was-uh is my real name. I thought that if I wanted to make a clean start here and avoid my dad that I'd have to stay away from who I was." Her lower lip clamped between her teeth for a moment before she continued. "I look different, I am different and use my mutation openly now. I might be the same base person, but..." She shrugged and DocProf kindly reminded her to remain as still as possible.
"Sorry."
Ghost cracked open an eye to peek at Sebastian."It doesn't matter as much anymore. Not now that dad is here." She was so sure he hated her. It was a relief that she had been wrong, but a hassle now to change her life over to her real name. That is what she got for attempting deceit. "How did you choose Sebastian? It's not your only name."
It was about that time that DocProf whistled. Ghost made the mistake of turning to see a jumble of constantly moving white and red. But mostly red. In the midst of the mess was a shine of gold. "Who's the lucky lady, Sebastian?"
Posted by Sebastian on Oct 29, 2009 21:46:33 GMT -6
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Her choice to leave her real name behind seemed to have hinged upon leaving an old life behind, one when she wasn't independent and didn't use her mutation publicly. She had chosen Ghost to signify a new beginning for herself. Now that her father was back in the picture her old life and new life were converging. Would she go back to using her given name, or was that only for the people who belonged in her old life?
"Do you still prefer that I call you Ghost?"
This distraction thing, it was working fairly well. The unicorn shifter had successfully ignored what the doctor was doing for about two minutes. Ghost's question would be good for another two, maybe. He didn't even mind that the icy feeling was returning to his fingertips
"I chose Sebastian around the turn of the century, for approximately the same reason you changed yours. I was leaving an old life behind and the name seemed like it belonged to someone else. I was Roderick Halifax then, 'Rorey'. My current name I chose for its meaning; ancient and peaceful. At the time I was at the time looking for someone and I thought he might understand the message in the name."
Then the doctor interrupted with a distraction of his own. Lucky lady? Sebastian craned his neck again and looked down. Messy flesh was trying to knit itself back together even as the doctor was trying to separate it. It was a gruesomely fascinating process. Already he had mostly freed their fingers and had found Sebastian's ring somewhere in all that mess.
"It's Gho... oww oww oww!" The third oww ended in a hiss of air as Sebastian inhaled sharply. The familiar feeling of cold swept back through his hand, slightly less painful than the searing heat of the knife's blade carving its track between their palm. "I think... the drugs wore off," redundancy through clenched teeth spake the unicorn.
She rolled her lower lip between her teeth careful not to bite too hard. "Ehm. Either is okay. Ghost is just habit now, I guess." Maya felt very personal, but... if she couldn't get personal with her husband then who could she get personal with?
At the turn of the century, he said. The phrase wasn't lost on DocProf either. He fumbled the blood slicked knife. Ghost felt the pressure that went along with the doctor's hand pulling at their combined hands to get the best angle.
"Rorey?" She tried it on for size looking up and down the face she'd come to know dearly in the last month or so. It didn't seem to fit as well as Sebastian did. There was a measure of dignity and calm in Sebastian Csendes. Rorey Halifax sounded like a globe trotting adventurer. A map tucked under one arm, a pilot's cap and scarf and a biplane. All of those things could have been true.
She swallowed at a sudden tug of flesh that she felt extended all the way to the pit of her stomach. And seeing the hands... Instinct told her to pull her hand away and she tried. It only served to cut off Sebastian's explanation of their betrothal and turn it into pain sounds.
Ghost tugged again and harder, another instinctual move. The only place their hands seemed still attached was the palm and ring and pinky, but it felt very confining. She was used to freedom of movement. Freedom to ghost away from confinement and suffering. DocProf had in the meantime dropped his scalpel and hastily smeared red all over the shots he had pre-prepared. A hand came to keep Ghost's struggling to a minimum, only serving to trap her further.
"Just hold on." The words came through gritted teeth. Water was streaming in a way that tickled down the sides of her face and nose. What she wouldn't give for a hand right now. She had to chill out. The problem was that she couldn't ghost. She so very dearly wanted to. The focus turned to her muscles. Her shoulders first and all of her arm down to the elbow, down to the fingers that hurt and were trapped.
She nodded, tensed at the following prick and the new rush of cold and numb. She wasn't sure when she'd closed her eyes again but it seemed better that way. No more peeking. She'd learned her lesson. Now was the time to pretend she was a log. No moving. No feeling anything.
Her chest started to ache and she breathed again. Okay. So she'd be a breathing log.
DocProf wiped his brow with a cleaner patch of latex on the back of his hand. "Funny. I thought you said Ghost." He sat back down and focused again on his task.
"He did." Okay. She was a talking, breathing log.
There was a moment of hesitation. It felt like confusion, but Ghost wasn't willing to open her eyes and see. Instead she pulled at their other conjoined hands meaning to show DocProf her ring.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 1, 2009 12:35:37 GMT -6
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He was a healer, damn it. He should be able to handle pain. A little cut on the hand shouldn't bring tears to his eyes and childish cries to his tongue. Sebastian bit his lip, cutting himself off from making any more sound, until Ghost tugged at their hands a second time. One small indistinct sound escaped despite his efforts to make no noise at all. It didn't matter how many injuries he had healed from before; it still hurt.
>>>”Just hold on.”
He could hear the panic in her voice. Sebastian turned to look at his wife where she lay next to him, her face wet with tears. He felt instantly guilty for his selfish thoughts of his own pain. Of course it would be terrible for her, too. He just wished there was something he could do to make the whole ordeal finish instantly, so he could wipe her tears and make her feel better. If he could take double the pain so she didn't have to feel any of it, he would gladly do it.
Luckily there were drugs enough that neither of them had to feel anything for another few minutes. The second dose of the numbing drugs was a relief. Again the feelings of injury and healing were dulled to nothingness and the doctor continued his work straightaway. It had looked like he had made a good deal of progress before that interruption. Hopefully he would finish before this second dose wore off. Sebastian wasn't going to watch. He just wanted it to be over.
They both went back to their quiet breathing, until the doctor spoke again and Ghost confirmed his earlier answer. Sebastian could almost hear the doctor's eyebrows as they greeted his hairline. Exhibit A, Sebastian's ring. Exhibit B, Ghost's.
The doctor cleared his throat, then spoke again, “Well then, let me offer you both my congratulations.” He seemed sincere, even though he was surprised. Sebastian appreciated that, though he wasn't sure exactly how to respond..
“Thank you.”
To Ghost, the doctor added, “Well, you took this 'hands joined in marriage' thing a little too literally, but I've gotten you half way straightened out now.” He held up their numbed hands so they could see that they were separated finally.
Scabs had already formed in a ring on their palms and fingertips and and were shrinking as healthy skin took the place of damaged skin. This time when the feeling of numbness wore off, there was only a feeling of soreness that quickly faded. Sebastian flexed his fingers as feeling returned slowly but surely. The doctor had done a neat job of the separation, despite the time limits he had been under. The only sign that remained that the two had ever been conjoined was the discoloration where they had traded skin. Ghost's skin, though pale, was still a few shades darker than his own and it showed as a slightly darker oval on his palm, as well as on his fingertips and four small fingerprints on the back of his hands at the knuckles. He'd never had a scar before, but he found he didn't mind being permanently marked by Ghost.
“You did well,” he complimented their surgeon as he admired his handiwork.
The doctor nodded his acknowledgment, “Ready for the other set?” Sebastian nodded.
“Well then, let me offer you both my congratulations.”
She had expected the old man to ask if her father knew, but then... not everyone had the pleasure of meeting him. It was hard to keep straight who had and who hadn't. Sebastian thanked the doctor. If he was still harboring hurt feelings, it didn't show in his voice. Men. Ghost would never understand them.
It was for the best that Ghost ignored the joke about joining after marriage. Really. She wasn't in the mood to be gracious. She wasn't much in the mood for anything except to be free of this situation.
And it seemed they were halfway there. With her eyes closed she couldn't appreciate the view as Sebastian was. Her hand lay limp where DocProf left it after toweling it off. Maybe when she could feel it she move it. For now the most she did was attempt to make a fist and uncurl her fingers. They were clumsy from the drugs. But that obviously wouldn't take too long to remedy.
It was tingly and then rushed with the cold biting fire that was Sebastian's gift and then it was a hand again. Somehow the papery texture of the gurney felt very scratchy against what had been previously numbed. Stubbornly Ghost kept her eyes closed.
“You did well.”
“Ready for the other set?”
Sebastian nodded. Ghost heard it and felt a soft tickle of hair against her cheek. Ghost nodded too, but somewhat less enthusiastically. DocProf maneuvered the pair of them so that he could easily reach the last pair of hands. The result had them very close and face to face.
Her hand not two inches away from her face, Ghost just couldn't resist looking. Beyond the dried bits that remained it seemed... pretty alright. She had been afraid that she was permanently be... were those... fingerprints? She straightened her hand as if admiring a ring that wasn't there on her dominant hand. Little dots that corresponded with Sebastian's hand placement... and the palm... She'd never known anyone else to ever be paler than herself.
By the end of her life, no doubt Ghost was going to look like a patchwork doll. Her stomach streaked with silver, her hands spotted like a cartoon glove... She closed her eyes and put her hand over them to keep them safe from DocProf's proceedings. The less she knew, the less she would struggle and the sooner it could all be over.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 2, 2009 22:24:17 GMT -6
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The second half of the separation surgery went more smoothly than the first. This time they knew approximately how long the drugs would last and the doctor injected more before the first dose ever wore off. He'd be needing to replenish his supplies after today's adventures, but at least it was put to good use; he'd even managed to fix up Ghost's chin and hip where the fabric had stuck to her.
By the time they were finished at the infirmary, it was already dinner time. Rather than finish moving boxes or try to remove the scraps of clothing that had gotten stuck into the carpeting, they rummaged through the closets to find something suitable for each of them to wear for the evening. Ghost's pants would actually have fit him if they'd had a hole for the tail, but Sebastian felt bad cutting holes in her work outfits. He would have been all for wearing a skirt until they could stop at a clothing store, but Ghost suggested that they check the 'lost and found / donations' box first.
It was really more of a walk in closet than a 'box', but there were some interesting selections in there. There was everything from a large sized uniform with a Mondragon Labs logo and a generous coating of cat hair to a Metallica t-shirt with slits cut in the back for wings. They couldn't find any pants that were already slitted for a tail, but Sebastian didn't feel too badly about adopting a pair that looked to be about his size and altering them himself with a scissors, needle, and thread found in a drawer in the kitchen.
Sebastian's stomach was growling most unbecomingly by the time they finally got to a restaurant. His vegetarian meal disappeared faster than was advisable and his stomach was not happy with him for the next half hour or so. By the time they reached the dance hall, though, he had quite forgotten about it in the joy of swinging his new wife around the dance floor.
Through careful thought and preparation, they were able to save the shirt Sebastian had made for Ghost. Not a drop of blood, crusted or fresh made it onto the fabric. She checked it meticulously. Twice. She didn't want to wear it again if it were bloodied.
Clothes weren't an issue for Ghost since she still technically lived here. She mourned the loss of yet another faithful skirt, but had another white one on hand. It wasn't as fancy as the last, but it was a bit more flouncy. She'd debated between the two this morning. Now she had gotten to wear both.
It was a little over a year that she came to the Mansion. She'd had to dig through the closet for clothes too at first. The only clothes to her name were one shirt that read "Happy Hippos" and a pair of tight jeans from a donation bin at Mondragon Labs after the camp breakout.
Ghost packed a bag. She didn't know how long they would be at the apartment, but they certainly weren't taking her boxes over now. They'd wasted too much time in surgery.
They took a cab to the restaurant. Even she had enough of side-along ghosting for a while.
What Ghost ate for dinner, she couldn't rightly recall other than she too ordered vegetarian. It still wasn't her favorite, but it was good and kind of fun. Vegetable dishes always looked gorgeous with all the colors available in nature. The food at their table disappeared without Ghost remembering if she'd chewed or not.
Sebastian carried her bag along the sprightly stroll to the dance hall. A dank and smokey place, it employed a live band. There was magic in live music. They started out slow, no doubt regretting the inhalation of dinner, but as the night grew long, tail and skirt really started swinging. And spinning. And laughing as they became more confident and expert around each other in the realm of dance.
Soon enough Ghost yawned, her cheeks glowing with effort and satisfaction of the day's events. Not even the surgery from before seemed so bad. She had her chin and hands and hip, not to mention a husband. Someone to keep who would in return keep her. It was a good feeling.
They took a cab to the car. Now that traffic was down to a trickle, it was safe to navigate the steel boat home to the Iris Clinic. Travel bag tucked onto the floor board, Ghost curled up in her seat around her seatbelt. A temporary silence fell between the two as they made their way home. Sebastian, no doubt concentrating on navigation while Ghost enjoyed the rolling cityscape.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 8, 2009 14:13:22 GMT -6
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Ghost was so quiet that Sebastian thought she might have fallen asleep in the passenger seat. He wouldn't have blamed her in the least; it had been an exhausting day. First a wedding, then mutation mishap and resulting surgery, and as if that hadn't been enough excitement they had danced the rest of the night away. If they weren't tired in every sense of the word, they would have to have some sort of endless energy mutation or something.
Without fanfare, Sebastian pulled the old car into a parking space on the street in front of the clinic.
"Maya?" He asked softly, so he wouldn't startle her if she was indeed sleeping. "We're home." One of their homes, at least.
Maya inhaled a long and deep breath as if she were just waking or caught resting her eyes. She rubbed at her cheek which had a distinct pink line where she had rested too long and too still against the car door. It looked to be the seam between the hard plastic and the interior carpet.
It was funny but the first thing that occurred to her was that Sebastian had called her Maya. And she had liked it. She grinned at him in a sleepy way. "Has anything changed since Garrett moved out?" she scrubbed at her cheek and opened the door she was still leaning on. It groaned, opened, and Maya half stumbled, half decorously stepped out into the night air.
The building looked the same, but it was weird. She'd been here a hundred times at least in the last few months. It was, in a way, already home. And at the same time it was all new.
She fumbled around for her overnight bag, clunked the car door shut, and then held out her arm for the two of them to ascend the stairs together.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 8, 2009 14:53:51 GMT -6
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From that big breath she had taken, it sounded like she had dozed off. Sebastian couldn't help but smile at the way she rubbed her cheek where she had been leaning against the car door; the gesture was somewhat childlike, but anyone could be a little childlike sometimes, especially when they first woke up. Sebastian, especially, had that happen some mornings. He had been in the habit of sleeping as a child for quite some time; now he'd have to get used to sleeping as an adult again so he could keep his biological clock somewhat in synch with Ghost's.
To answer Ghost's question, "We're two weeks closer to opening day, so we've made a hundred little changes here and there. There are pictures and potted plants, a little table for magazines in the waiting room, a new railing on the back staircase, and other small things like that. Nothing too drastic, though." He'd bought a real bed, too. Had he had that last time she'd been here or had he still been sleeping on the mattress? He couldn't remember.
Ghost stumble glided out past the big heavy car door and Sebastian slung her overnight bag over his shoulder before slamming the driver's side door shut. This time Ghost offered him her arm, and he gladly accepted it. He could have scooped her up and carried her over the veranda, but honestly, he figured they had had enough carrying time earlier in the day.
At the door he took out his keys to unlock the door, but as he gripped the metal between his fingers, the keys slid out of his grasp.
"I must be more tired than I thought," he admitted as he stooped to pick them up. Again he almost dropped them, and in the end he had to pinch them rather tightly between his fingers to get enough leverage to twist the key in the lock. It was odd, but it was only a small oddity in generally odd day so the small incident didn't really stand out.
They went up the stairs together and finally arrived at the door to the apartment.
"Garrett left the extra key, so there is one for you now as well." It was on the kitchen table, if he remembered correctly in his tired state. "I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."
"Happens to me all the time." She pat his shoulder confidentially. When she was tired or very relaxed, she had a tendency to slip into a partially, if not not wholly, incorporeal state.
They paused at the threshold for a talk about keys. It didn't really matter. It might in the morning, but for now it really didn't.
"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted."
Maya swallowed suddenly nervous for what she was about to ask. "So... does that mean... uhm." She tucked some shortish locks behind her ear and they were short enough to slide right back to their original placement. There was no eloquent way to ask. "I haven't ever... been married before. But usually on the first..." Well, she sort of had some expectations. Some concerns really, since today they'd had their first kiss and they were sort of skipping into things.
"We'll uhm... we'll work up to it, right? A different day?" It was really embarrassing to ask, but... she didn't want to get it wrong.
Was that a spot on her shoe? From all the floor gazing she was doing while talking, she noticed a little discoloration on her flats.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 8, 2009 16:41:14 GMT -6
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Sebastian blushed and fumbled with the keys again, but didn't drop them this time. He hadn't meant to imply anything by his professions of exhaustion other than the fact that he was about to fall asleep standing up. He blushed momentarily , but by the time he had managed to get the door open he was recovered from his embarrassment.
“Come inside,” he insisted, gently steering Ghost through the door. Just as gently he shut the door behind them. That wasn't really a conversation that needed to be out in the hallway.
With his hand still on her shoulder he tried to peer into her downcast eyes.
“I know we jumped into this marriage rather quickly. Now that the legal things are taken care of, we can take things at our own pace. There is no need to rush anything now.” Sebastian used his free hand to her chin up a little more; he wanted to be able to see her eyes and make sure she was okay with everything.
“When you are ready, and not before, okay?” He could wait. He had all the time in the world to wait.
He sounded adequately embarrassed. She had hoped he wouldn't be with all his experience, but some things just weren't graceful topics of conversation no matter how many times you talk about them.
“Come inside,” And he got her through the door gently and made sure the door was shut behind them. It wasn't like a whole lot of people lived in this building yet, but discretion was better.
She felt kind of silly. Maybe she shouldn't have said anything.
He was gentle in his words, but it only made her feel a little more uneasy. "...We can take things at our own pace. There is no need to rush anything now.” He nudged her chin upward a move that forced her eyes to meet his eyes.
“When you are ready, and not before, okay?”
"What if I am ready?" She tried to sound confident despite the fact that she wasn't.
Posted by Sebastian on Nov 8, 2009 22:29:01 GMT -6
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Sebastian raised one eyebrow at her. He hadn't expected that answer, nor did he quite believe what she was implying by it. Hand still on her chin, he turned her face first to the right and then to the left, scrutinizing it with his cool blue eyes as if he could read her intentions in her face.
“Hmm,” he intoned with an expression that would have been serious if the corners of his mouth hadn't been ever so slightly upturned. “Then you'll have to prove it.”
He moved her head around. Was he trying to make sure it was still her? He seemed satisfied with whatever he saw there.
“Then you'll have to prove it.”
Her cheeks and ears went pink and then red as a tomato. "You're the-- I mean I never-- I'm being serious here." Her arms folded across her stomach. There was a squeezing at her heart and in her stomach. She was... nervous she realized. Really nervous. The whole situation was making her feel immature.
Feebly, she launched her last attempt to convince him. "It's my wedding night too." Even to Maya it felt more like a pouty protest than an actual attempt to sway him. They hadn't really done much of anything right. Why would they start at this?