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.
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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?
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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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Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 4, 2009 18:40:20 GMT -6
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At first it seemed like Maya had no plan and then–another hand grab, this time one that led across the street to the park. "Well, dear, I think we're gettin' ya some wheels." Besides the pun, Twyla didn’t understand what that comment meant. Wheels? Lots of things had wheels, the possibilities were endless...until of course Twyla realized that Maya had led her to a section of the park that appeared to have been revamped into a skate park. Oh, thoooose kind of wheels.
Twyla tried not to let her hesitation show in her face. She had never ever actually been to a skate park–the closest she’d even ever gotten to a skateboard was when she played a Tony hawk game with her brother and his friends. There wasn’t anything like this back home, where the two sports were Football and Everything Else. She turned to Maya while trying to plaster a blasè expression on her face. “So, do you skateboard a lot?” She was pretty sure the nonchalant thing was an epic fail, it was hard for her to be chill when images of the kids on the ramps breaking legs and bleeding all over the pavement were flashing through one’s mind.
Excitement had been asked for, there was no turning back now. She’d just have to suck it up and not be such a chicken. It was fear of the unknown more than anything anyway. And besides, if lots of people died doing this particular sport, it wouldn’t be as popular...Right?
For a split second, Maya was tempted to say yes. Reeeally tempted. But remembering how she failed with the fake Chinese, she started to realize it was not a great idea to lie about talents that were about to be tested.
"Nah, not really. I know the basics though."
She did. And if she did know anything else above that, she would just wait and see if it works. At least she'd have some surprises up her sleeves. As they walked closer to the crew, one of the guys spotted Maya and grinned. He said something too about girls and girlfriends, and Maya answered him with a phrase that was barely English and definitely not appropriate. The end of the friendly banter was that Maya came into possession of two skateboards (temporarily), said a loud and profane thank you to the owners, and returned to Twyla grinning from ear to ear. "Punks. Gotta love 'em." She set the two boards down, and looked around. A mere glance at Bubblegum told her she was not at all convinced about the fun-ness of skate parks, and she decided to make it easier. "Well, I dunno about ya, but I think I could use some warm-up. So, how about we just roll around the park a bit and come back to take over the skatepark later on?" Setting one foot on her board, she rolled a couple of feet away, then turned around and came back. "You ever tried one of these?"
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Basics were beyond Twyla, so it was comforting to hear that Maya at least had some experience. It looked like one of the guys at the park knew Maya or something because he grinned and proceeded to make a comment that Twyla didn’t catch (she was distracted by a girl who was doing some kind of jumpy thing on one of the ramps) but her companion did, and it apparently made her angry because she replied with something that was not-fit-for-human-consumption. She watched in fascination as Maya gained two loner boards out of the whole conversation.
"Punks. Gotta love 'em."
“Not necessarily.” Twyla said, out of a random urge to be difficult. She them smiled, ruining the whole affects. A skateboard was placed in front of her. Uh-huh...What do I do with that? Twyla nodded to Maya’s idea, there was just one problem. She watched Maya roll a few feet a way and waited for her to see the problem for herself. It was apparent that the lightbulb went off above her head when she rolled right back to Twyla’s side. "You ever tried one of these?"
“Nope.” Twyla said brightly. The nervous mood was now being overshadowed by an urge to learn how to work the enigmatic wheeled thing. “I’ve never even touched a real skateboard, so let’s hope you can teach me.” A bright smile lit up hear features and she bent down to touch the four-wheeled contraption. “Scratch that, I’ve touched one, just never ridden around on one.”
>>“Scratch that, I’ve touched one, just never ridden around on one.”
Maya grinned as she hopped off her board and walked over to Twyla.
"Well, there's gotta be a first for everythin'. So." holding her hand out for Bubblegum - only for the sake of her safety, of course, it would be truly awful if she fell, especially at her first try - she started to explain.
"Just put one foot on your board."
Making sure Bubblegum stood steady with one foot on the magical object, she got back to her own to do some demonstration.
"Then ya just push y'self with the other foot. When ya build enough momentum, ya jus' stand like this." she stood on her board and rolled away, then turned and came back. Stopping by Bubblegum, she shrugged.
"'tis not really something ya learn. Ya just gotta get the hang of it. Now, try."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 7, 2009 8:51:53 GMT -6
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Left foot on board...check. Hesitantly Twyla perched her Chuck Taylor covered foot on top of the wooden board. It was comforting to see Maya’s hand there in case she needed it. Trying something was one thing and jumping into the pool without testing the water first was quite another. Her security blanket was suddenly gone when with a :"Then ya just push y'self with the other foot. When ya build enough momentum, ya jus' stand like this." and a demonstration of what was meant by the words. Twyla didn’t break her legs or die when Maya was away and that was always a good sign. It didn’t look too terribly hard, getting the skateboard to move.
"'tis not really something ya learn. Ya just gotta get the hang of it. Now, try." ‘Now, try.’ sounded like a command to Twyla and without thinking she pushed her right leg and the board began to move. The push was so enthusiastic in fact, that she had quite a bit of momentum going and she was moving away from her teacher, and fast. Twyla had one leg awkwardly hanging next to the board (her sudden panic making her forget that in Maya’s demonstration she had lifted the pushing-leg up onto the board) and the other was shaking a bit. Twyla consoled herself with the fact that she’d stop eventually, the ground looked pretty flat around–and then there was the hill. Not just any hill, a hill that the girl just happened to be on the crest of. Twyla gave out a girlish “EEEE!” as she went zoming down the concrete path.“Ohmygodohmygdohmygod!” Pedestrians dove out of the way as she made her way quite quickly to the bottom of the hill and towards a bend in the path.
It was at that moment that Twyla realized she had no idea how to turn, right before she hit a Solid Object with her knees. It turned out to be an empty park bench. Twyla hit it going full speed and the impact made her fall forward on it while her momentum kept her moving forward. She slid until she was halfway off the other side of the bench, with her head right next to the trunk of a nearby tree. Her legs hurt and she had just had one of the most recently scary experiences of her life and through it all...Twyla began to laugh. She didn’t make a move to get up or to recover the skateboard from under the bench. Her laughter was loud and soon it became so intense that she was crying from the mirth and gasping for air.
Bubblegum was very careful. It looked like she put a lot of thought the whole skating thing; Maya had no idea how people did that. She was more of a try-and-see kinda gal. Guy, occasionally. When Twyla pushed herself and started to gain momentum, she grinned, putting her own foot back on the board too, following her new friend. The path was pretty straight up to the point where she had turned earlier; there might have been some downhill slope farther on, but she seriously doubted the first try would take Bubblegum that far. "Careful now, don't go too..."
Too late.
"...far." >>“EEEE!”
Maya's eyes widened as the pink-blonde girl rolled over the crest of the hill.
"Oooooh sh*t."
Leave it to Maya Morris to drag a girl she just met and started building up a crush on into a game that leaves her permanently crippled. Playtime over. She only needed one push to reach the crest and the next moment she was zooming after Twyla, not at all aware of the curses innocent bystanders were throwing at the 'two crazy girls'. She could tell at first look that Bubblegum had no chance taking the turn at the bottom of the hill, not with one foot still hanging in the air. Her heart almost stopped when her knees hit the bench and she finally came to a halt, inches away from crashing her head into a tree. Maya arrived not five seconds later, turning her board to stop, throwing up a shower of dust and pebbles in the process. "Holy hell Twyla are ya..." Wait. She was... laughing?... Maya blinked at the girl. Bubblegum was lying on the bench, giggling like crazy. This time, her laughter was one she almost died for... It must be from the shock. Maya let out a breath she had been holding since the top of the hill, and collapsed on the ground, shaking her head in disbelief as a grin started to form on her lips. "Geez, gal. That's what I call a brave start... on one foot, huh?" she fell back and looked up at her from under the bench "Ya scared the crap outta me there. Did ya break somethin'?"
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 7, 2009 14:59:38 GMT -6
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"Holy hell Twyla are ya..." Twyla tried to make a reply through the laughter but her attempt failed and she only wheezed a bit more. She wasn’t sure why is was SO funny that she had just almost impaled herself into a tree but that wasn’t the point. The point was, at the moment, the whole situation was hilarious. HI-LAR-I-OUS. No matter how hard she tried, Twyla couldn’t control the ridiculous giggle. She was still giggling when she pulled herself farther over the bench so she could look at Maya, who was now under then bench. Which was also really funny for some reason.
“I was testing the pool.” She replied to the comment about riding on one foot. This caused her to laugh even harder and she didn’t bother to explain the response–it made sense to her. A hand slid down her hips and then down her legs, checking for any protruding bits or anything missing. It hurt, a lot, to touch anywhere near her kneecaps but she was pretty sure she wasn’t broken anywhere. As the blood rushed to her head and she prodded her sore parts the giggling slowed and then was no more. There was still a slightly looney smile on her face though, it remained even if it randomly switched to a grimace when a tender spot was found.
“I scared the crap out of me too.” Her wrists were now being examined and her neck and her back and anywhere else that she could still feel the jolt of the impact in. “My knees hurt.” This sentence was abrupt and matter-of-fact. Then an awkwardly long pause. “I don’t think I’m broken. It’s probably just some bruising.” Twyla was sued to bruises, she got them all the time in gymnastics. “So I vote if we ever go skateboarding again I get to wear a suit made out of bubble-wrap." A joking smile that was suddenly replaced by the most serious look Twyla had given Maya. “I’m serious.” The Look was destroyed by another onslaught of The Giggles, although these were less maniac and more normal sounding.
The Giggles were unstoppable and highly contagious. Lying under the bench, Maya just smirked at first; she was still slightly panting from the chase and the scare she got out of the whole thing. Then, looking up at Twyla, she started to chuckle. Then she started to laugh. They must have looked ridiculous. Two teenage girls, one lying on a bench with blond-pink hair all messed up, the other lying under the same bench, hands on her stomach, shaking with fits of laughter. Some passers-by stopped to look at them and shake their heads; they must have wondered if the girls were drunk or maybe high on something this early in the afternoon. Maya couldn't have cared less. When the giggles finally subsided, she crept out from under the bench and sat up. Her baseball cap was lying next to the skateboards, so was her backpack; her hair stood out in all directions, with occasional leaves and pine needles inserted. She watched Bubblegum examine herself with some concern; laughing was so far so good, but she still hoped no real damage occurred.
>>“I was testing the pool.”
"Sure ya were. Might wanna jump in the other end, next time." she smirked.
>>“My knees hurt... I don’t think I’m broken. It’s probably just some bruising."
"That's good" Maya nodded, lifting herself on her knees "Take it easy. Let me."
You wouldn't seriously expect a teenage... Mirror to pass up a chance like that, now would you? Besides, if she was good at something, cracks and bruises were on the top of the list. And Bubblegum hit that bench right with her knees so hard it made an ugly sound. It was better to check, just to be on the safe side. Putting one hand under her calf, she carefully lifted Twyla's leg, touching her knee with her fingertips, hoping not to cause more pain. After some examination, she moved on to the other leg. The knees were already swollen, but seemed to be moving just fine.
"Boy do ya have a hard knee, Bubblegum. I wouldn' wanna be a fight against ya." Maya smirked at her.
>>"So I vote if we ever go skateboarding again I get to wear a suit made out of bubble-wrap. I’m serious.”
As long as ya let me wrap... wait, that's just wrong. Maya shook her head and turned slightly red on the cheeks. Shrugging, she stood, and sat down on the bench next to Twyla.
"Whatever makes ya feel safe." she agreed "When I first tried this kinda stuff, I caught a fence with my ribs. Sounded like Darth Vader for weeks." she grinned at her.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 8, 2009 17:37:11 GMT -6
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Huh? Twyla was confused when someone was touching her legs and it definitely wasn’t her. Maya’s pokings and proddings were lighter than Twyla’s rough examination but they were unexpected and Twyla flinched when she lifted up her calf. She almost said something along the lines of ‘at least take me to dinner fist’ but then her mind got stuck on the fact that technically that had gotten lunch together which would have taken on a whole new meaning if Twyla had uttered her retort. As she pondered the implications of this Maya finished playing doctor and gave her a smirk."Boy do ya have a hard knee, Bubblegum. I wouldn' wanna be a fight against ya." This made Twyla laugh, all awkward implications forgotten. “I suck in a fight. I’m a major wuss.” Which was mostly true, unless she was wrestling with one of her brothers, but those kind of fights don’t really count.
For some reason her bubble-wrap comment had made Maya blush. I don’t get it. She thought to herself, but she let it go and Maya sat down next to her on the park bench. "When I first tried this kinda stuff, I caught a fence with my ribs. Sounded like Darth Vader for weeks." Twyla winced appreciatively, she could about imagine how that must have felt.
“That has gotta hurt. My older brother once pushed me into a barbed wire--” As she spoke Twyla was looking at Maya and it was then that she noticed that her hair was full of twigs and leaves and the dark brown locks were sticking up everywhere. Without thinking Twyla began to pull all the nature bits out of the other girl’s hair. “How the heck did you manage this?” She asked, her other story forgotten as she preened and smoothed the girls scalp.
"Yeah, so ya keep tellin' me" Maya smirked. She was not buying it. Bubblegum might have been a wuss earlier, but the way she acted today, there was definitely more to the girl than meets the eye. Maya could tell her examining Twyla's knees made the girl slightly uneasy, but once she started doing it, it would have looked stupid (and boyish) to stop, so she might as well finished it.
>>“That has gotta hurt. My older brother once pushed me into a barbed wire-- How the heck did you manage this?”
Maya would have been interested in the barbed wire story, but once Bubblegum's fingers were in her hair, she decided it was not a big deal after all. She blinked, a bit surprised at the contact, then looked away and let her new friend pick leaves out of her hair. She could feel her cheeks turn pink again. Damn, Maya, ya're actin' like a girl. Remembering the question, she shrugged and smirked. "My mother used to tell me 'if ya fall at least pick up something while down there'." her eyes crossed as she looked up at a pine needle dangling right in front of her nose "I guess this was all I could find under the bench."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 9, 2009 18:20:40 GMT -6
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Twyla laughed at her response and with a final pat, she was done with the mother bird routine. “Well there, I’m sorry to tell you this but everything you just picked up is now going to have to be picked up again if you want to keep it. I wouldn’t if I were you though, it’s just not a good look for you.”
A thought suddenly occurred to Twyla: if that’s what Maya’s hair looked like... “Speaking of looks, how bad am I right about now?” Fingers ran swiftly through her locks in an attempt to tame any of the imagined disarray that might be going on on top of her head. It wasn’t that Twyla particularly cared about how people looked at her or that she really cared about how she dressed or any of that, it was just that she’d rather not walk around feeling like a crazy person for the rest of the day. It was simply not good for her self-esteem.
Before Maya could answer, she flipped her hair down and faced the ground so she could shake it out. When it seemed like that method was making the style worse she snaked a hand into one of her pockets to pull out on of her best friends–a hair tie. A few flicks of her wrist later and presto-change-o, the girls blonde hair was now safely controlled in a mid rise ponytail. “Better right?” She asked, turning to Maya, the look her brown eyes showing her that it was a serious question.
>>“Speaking of looks, how bad am I right about now?”
Maya almost answered without thinking, then changed her mind and choked on the response, then thought of another one, and choked on that too. Why were girls asking questions like that? Totally confusing. Even on a Maya-day, she had no idea how to react. She watched Bubblegum tie her hair in a ponytail, quirking an eyebrow. >> “Better right?”
"Yeah, most def." she agreed, then thought about it "...not like it was horrible before, or anything. Um. Ya lost your chopsticks along the way." she smirked, then looked around "Well, good news is, going back up the hill ain't gonna be quite this wild."
She leaned down, picking up her baseball cap and dusting it off. When she turned back to Twyla, she was balancing a buckeye nut on her palm. It was still clinging to its original green, spiky shell, and looked fresh and chocolate-colored.
"Look, I picked up somethin' after all" she grinned.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 9, 2009 20:09:44 GMT -6
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“Oh no...” A frown made it’s way onto her face and Twyla patted her hair as if that would bring the wooden sticks back to her. “I want to find my chopsticks...which will be somewhere up the hill. Let’s go.” Maya’s comment about the hill made Twyla determined to find her eating utensils turned accessories. She shot up off the bench and her knees throbbed in protest.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Twyla only winced a little bit and otherwise dealt with to the pain. Being covered in bruises and competing at a gymnastics meet anyway made one used to random boo-boos. Legs were jerked around awkwardly for a minute or two as she tried to work out the pain and stiffness. After sitting for a bit and shaking her legs out it turned out that the bruises didn’t feel TOO bad. Her legs weren’t lovely as daisies but she didn’t feel like they needed to be chopped off. That was always a good sign.
The sudden loss of the chopsticks was forgotten when something was held up in front of her. Maya had picked up her things and in the process something else. “Ooh. You should keep that...but not in your hair. It’s like a memento of meeting me. You can tell your kids that you met-this-crazy-chick-from-Wisconsin-in-your-younger-days-and-she-was-totally-nuts-but-awesome-at-the-same-time-and-you-spent-one-day-getting-into-crazy-adventures-that-you-don’t-totally-remember-but-know-they-were-awesome-because-she-was-awesome.” Twyla finished all of this one breath and she was quite winded by the end of her story. After which, a few seconds were dedicated to gulping in air.
Bubblegum looked a bit wobbly on her feet, but at least she could stand. Maya stood too, fishing the skateboard out from under the bench.
"Well, at least it's still in one piece. I'd hate having to buy a new one for those punks." she smirked. Not to mention she would have to... um, borrow one, having almost no money at all.
>>“Ooh. You should keep that...but not in your hair. It’s like a memento of meeting me. You can tell your kids that you met-this-crazy-chick-from-Wisconsin-in-your-younger-days-and-she-was-totally-nuts-but-awesome-at-the-same-time-and-you-s pent-one-day-getting-into-crazy-adventures-that-you-don’t-totally-remember-but-know-they-were-awesome-because-she-was-awe some.”
Maya blinked, and felt her heart sink. She didn't like the sound of that one bit. A series of thoughts buzzed around in her head. My kids. Yeah, right. As if... She's gonna walk away. Damn. Say something, you idiot. And this, kids, is how I met your mother. Holy heaven and hell, did I just really think that?...
Maya resisted the urge to punch herself in the face, and settled for a good hard mental slap. Kicking up her own board and catching it with one hand, she grinned at Twyla. "Ya think this was crazy? Oh boy, do ya have a lot to learn. Let's go find your sticks. Ya can keep them and tell your kids about that gal Maya ya met long long years ago, and just how she was almost as awesome as you."
Before rolling Twyla's board towards her, she made sure the buckeye was safe and sound in the pocket of her backpack. You can never know.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 10, 2009 19:14:25 GMT -6
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Twyla’s eyes got big when Maya deemed the board to be whole. “Oh man, I didn’t even think of that. It would take me forever to save up money for a new one.” Considering she didn’t have a job and the allowance type thing she was getting from her parents was to be used ‘as needed only’, meaning using up a few months worth on a skateboard would not have flown with her parents. Relief settled in her stomach when she realized that Maya had said it was fine, there was nothing to worry about. Crisis averted.
“Oh, I will surely have stories for my kids. ‘There was this girl and she met me when I was going crazy and then I broke my knee caps with her after going to Chinese.’...That’s a really weird story.” Children had been something Twyla had been decided on for a very long time. Kids she would have–and many of them. Twyla grew up in a large family and she wanted the same for anyone that she brought into the world--it was the total opposite mind set of her older sisters, who thought that since they came from such a big family a smaller one would be better. Either way, it hadn’t occurred to Twyla yet that now that she was a mutant, her life plans might be thrown off by a bit or totally. In her mind, she was still going to be a mom.
Twyla watched dubiously as the four-wheeled death machine rolled towards her. Maybe walking was a better idea at the moment. Maya could do what she wanted, but this girl wanted to keep her feet on the ground. She stooped over to pick up the board and began walking in the direction of the hill. “A hunting we will go..” She half sang-half mumbled, throwing a few giggles and a smile at her companion. “Where would you be if you were little wooden sticks?”