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.
>>“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.”
Maya agreed with a grin. Yeah, and it might get even weirder.
She was carrying her board too as they set of back to the skate park - not only because she didn't particularly feel like rolling, but also because rolling uphill was not her favorite kind of sport. Besides, she could tell Bubblegum was not ready to get back on wheels anytime soon.
>>“Where would you be if you were little wooden sticks?”
"In helluva lot of trouble." she answered promptly, then started to chuckle "Dunno, they should be somewhere along the road. Ya look on that side, I look on this one, 'kay?" she stepped towards her side of the path, looking carefully for any sign of wooden chopsticks. It was tricky; there were a lot of fallen leafs and branches on the ground already.
"Ya know if we don' find them we'll have to go back to the Chinese again." she pointed out matter-of-factly.
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Twyla laughed when Maya proclaimed the chopsticks to be in trouble. She liked the idea of eating utensils in timeout, it was a funny image. She nodded to the other girl’s suggestion and stooped over to comb the grass for her missing possessions. There was a lot to sift through, it was Autumn after all, and it seemed like it would take forever to scour the whole hill, even with the help of her new...friend was a good word, and one Twyla felt comfortable using at this point, if hesitantly. Maya had been nothing but nice to her but if she gave her any reason to be nervous Twyla would still bolt faster than a doe disturbed out of her thicket.
“I’d rather go to ice cream than Chinese.” Twyla replied, her voice growing louder so it could carry across th path. Her stomach didn't really want any food at the moment, but if she had to eat she'd pick frozen dairy. “Although I don’t think spoons would look as good in my hair.” A laugh snuck in before she went on to ask:: “Found anything on your side yet?” Handfuls of leaves were all that Twyla was getting...until she got an idea.
A surreptitious glance at Maya and then Twyla slowly crept across the path, a handful of her idea clenched in each fist behind her back. “Actually, I think I found something....Happy Fall!” The fistfuls of leaves went in the air above the other girl accompanied by the giggles of the blonde.
>>“I’d rather go to ice cream than Chinese. Although I don’t think spoons would look as good in my hair.”
"Ice cream's fine too." Maya agreed, truly happy that they had plans again. Not because of the elaborate form of self torture called 'teenage crush', either. Well, not really. It was just the simple fun of having a friend... Mirror hadn't even realized before how lonely her life was without other kids' company. Even though she probably wouldn't ever be able to tell the whole truth about herself to Bubblegum, she was glad for the company. And the fun. Talking about fun... >>"Happy Fall!"
Maya stood and turned around, just in time to see the leafs fly up and then settle all around them. Some made their way onto her head and shoulders, and some stuck in her hair again, and some wandered back to Twyla to do the same. Maya just stood, admiring the rain of autumn leaves, touched by the moment. When was the last time she... couldn't even remember. Smiling at her friend, she caught a leaf in on her palm and twirled it around between her fingers. There was a moment of cheerful silence, then the trickster was back. Maya stepped forward, grabbing Bubblegum by the shoulders, twirled her around, and pushed her hard enough to make her trip. Would have been a cruel thing to do, except this time there was a huge heap of autumn leafs to catch the girl. Someone raked them together but left them there for the kids in the park to play. Or the teenagers, in this case. Maya grinned as she stood above Bubblegum in the ocean of leafs. "Happy Fall, Twyla."
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In the rush of everything Twyla was beginning to forget that she had only just met the girl with the baseball cap that day. It seemed like they must have been friends for longer than that. Her mind didn’t question it as it usually would have, it was much too content with the fact that its body was smiling and laughing a lot more than it had recently.
For a moment Twyla reveled in her victory and then suddenly the world went out of focus. She became dizzy and then her legs were no longer solidly on the ground. A surprised ‘Eep.’ escaped the girl’s lips before she landed in a crinkly pile of leaves. The suddenness of it all brought laughter again to her lips and for a moment Twyla lay there, her body wracked by silent giggles that were fleeting–what just happened? Twyla was a bit confused for a moment and then Maya’s grinning face slowly came into focus and she distinctly heard the words: "Happy Fall, Twyla." So that was how it was, was it?
Forgetting that she had started the leaf war in the first place, the girl sat up slowly and looked for a way to ‘get even’ with the little sneak. The idea that occurred to her was the most cliched thing in the entire book of all things that are cliche. The smile stayed on her face beyond the laughter and it was still curving her lips when she looked up at Maya and asked: “Help me up?” She held out her right hand and tried to add a look of innocence to her brown eyes. This, of course, wasn’t difficult for someone who had doe eyes already. There was a chance that Maya would buy it. Then again, even if she caught on to what Twyla was planning, it wouldn’t be very nice to let someone lie on the ground for the rest of the day.
The trick was a complete success. Bubblegum made one of those cute surprised noises she did, and Maya couldn't help but grin. (And suppress the utter shock that she just thought about something as 'cute')
>>“Help me up?”
Now that was classic. You cannot expect to trick a Trickster with that kind of obvious move. Apart from the countless times Maya used that trick herself, it was easy to figure out what doe-eyed Twyla was playing at. She would give her a hand, and then Bubblegum would grab it, and pull her down, and she would trip, and fall, possibly on her, and then they would roll. And possibly tickle too. It would be a mess, and there would be a lot of noise and some fighting and occasional bruises, and leafs in the hair and dust in the eyes.
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Maya fell for it...wait, really? She’d fallen for the most cliched move in the book. Really? For a split-second Twyla was confused as to why the other girl had taken her hand but then pushed any negative thoughts away and reveled in her good fortune. It didn’t take much force to pull the other girl off her feet and into the pile of leaves. It was almost as if...No, it couldn’t be, Maya had just had a lapse in judgement was all. But at the same time...
In any case, the other girl landed half in the pile of leaves and half on Twyla’s torso. She groaned on the impact. “I guess that totally backfired on me. I think my fall was happier.” There was a smirk given at the same time as the statement.
She made an attempt to squiggle out from under the other girl, but to no avail, it would take two to untangle them. "So, do you often spend your afternoons this way?" Twyla asked with a laugh in her voice after it was clear that she couldn't move on her own yet.
Maya made sure her fall looked like a real one, but at the same time she also made sure not to crush Bubblegum when she landed. It didn't work out quite perfectly, but at least it was not awkward. Mirror didn't usually take advantage of Maya's side to get close to girls, because that would have been kind of cheap, and a dashing guy like Gawain didn't need to do that anyhow. But what can a gal do if a Twyla shows up one day off schedule? Make the most of it. Obviously.
>>“I guess that totally backfired on me. I think my fall was happier.”
Maya didn't reply at once - she was using up most of her energy fighting to keep Gawain's mind out of the gutter. It was not an easy task. Ya have nooo idea, sugar.
She looked down at Twyla and grinned a goofy grin "Well at least I landed on something soft. And ya were askin' for it anyway."
>>"So, do you often spend your afternoons this way?"
No, but I could totally deal with that...
Deciding that it was about time to untangle themselves before Twyla started getting any ideas (or, worse, all the estrogen in the world failed stopping Gawain from taking over), Maya rolled over, taking Bubblegum with her and pulling her limbs free in the process. Now she was sprawled on her back, staring at Twyla with clouds and leafs in the background, waiting for her to get off. Grinning.
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Twyla did her best to maneuver a one armed shrug in response to Maya saying she was asking to be fallen on. There was no proof and all that. She felt vindicated and her bruises and happy and a million other things. It was nice spending a whole day messing around with someone and just being a teenager. Much nicer anyway, than spending a whole day walking around the city by yourself.
Maya began to roll over and Twyla realized that she’d be taken along for the ride as well. It took her a moment to get reoriented enough to roll back so that she was next to the other girl on the grass and on her back as well. She looked up at the blue sky and watched the clouds for a moment before she responded. “I used to–I mean, not like this exactly...but I had a lot more days close to this back home.” She also had a lot more friends back home and a lot less stress. “It’s nice.” It was weird to think about. It had been almost a year now. What were her old friends doing with her gone? Did they know she was a mutant? What did they think of her? What would happen if she went back? One thing was certain: things had been changed that could never go back to normal.
Twyla watched the clouds chase each other across the blue canvas and made no move to get up or to move at all really. For the moment she was lost in her thoughts and it would be up to Maya to pull her out of the maze.
>>“I used to–I mean, not like this exactly...but I had a lot more days close to this back home.”
"Yeah. I hear ya." Maya agreed, much more quiet than she was before. Staring at the clouds, she had to fight back a rush of childhood memories, filled with autumn leafs, rolling in the sunshine, and laughter. Damn.
It was nice, lying on the ground like this, happily doing nothing together. It was fun. And even though she did quite a lot of things she labeled as 'fun' when she was alone, hanging out with someone else was unquestionably better.
"Ya know..."
She never got to finish that sentence. The crew of five they borrowed the boards from appeared on top of the hill (or have they been standing there... for how long?), and noticed the two girls.
"Hey yo, ya gals still usin' the boards or what?" one of them yelled with a huge grin "Not that I don' appreciate the girl-on-girl action an' all..."
Maya sighed and closed her eyes. Yeah. Of course. Those punks had to show up and ruin the moment.
"Shut the hell up, Timmy." she yelled back without looking up, and could feel some passers-by giving her disapproving looks "Nothin' for ya to see here. Ya can take the boards if y'd like."
Lifting her up on her elbows, she watched as the crew walked down the path to them to pick up their skateboards. Now they didn't look quite as fun as they did before. Ruining a perfect moment does that to people's reputation.
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Twyla never found out what came after “Ya know...”.
Whatever Maya had been prepared to say was lost in the sudden commotion of the skater kids calling from the top of the hill. She wasn’t really paying attention to what one of the was saying until “Not that I don' appreciate the girl-on-girl action an' all..." What the heck was his definition of ‘girl-on-girl’? Sitting in a pile of leaves and talking did not girl-on-girl make, at least not in Twyla’s world. Confusion took hold of her mind and she only blearily noted that Maya had responded to the talker–Timmy, and the skateboards of Death had been returned to their respective owners. Girl-on-girl, really? Twyla’s mind was still trying to wrap itself around the idea that she had apparently been engaging in sexual activities with her new friend ( her very new and very female friend) as she followed Maya’s lead and sat up on her elbows.
It took a minute and then it hit her: Timmy was a teenage boy. Conundrum solved, Twyla had observed enough of her older brother’s friends to understand the behavior. It was funny that the thought hadn’t occurred to her instantly...then again, the last time she’d played Halo with a roomful of older guys had been last summer. She was just out of practice at detecting the sort of thing, apparently.
After the group had disappeared again up the hill, she turned to the other girl. “Your hair’s a mess again.” She told her, picking a leaf out of the dark brown locks with a smirk.
Maya shook her head, chuckling as the skaters walked away.
"They dance better than they talk, I promise." she grinned at Twyla, sitting up in the pile of leafs. She made a show of sticking her tongue out after the crew, and shrugging in a very female manner. "Guys."
>>“Your hair’s a mess again.”
Grinning, Maya shook her head once again, this time more furiously - very much like a dog shaking water out of its fur. Leafs flew in every direction, and when the process was finished, the girl looked like a crossover between a lion and an '80s rock star. Turning to Twyla, she smirked. Bubblegum was not quite organized in the hair department either.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 17, 2009 18:00:51 GMT -6
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“That could go both ways you know. The don’t talk very well so that could mean that their dance moves totally suck.” Twyla pointed out before she started laughing when Maya stuck her tongue out after the group. “I know, right?” It was her instantaneous reaction along with a shrug that made her ponytail swing from her reclining position in the leaves. Maya had thrown that comment out there much like any one of Twyla’s old friends back home. It felt weird to hear it, it was kinda like a sense of deja vu and nostalgia mixed to form something new and strange.
Twyla was only half-surprised when her comment about the other girl’s hair sent her into a head shaking frenzy. She snorted when it was over. Maya looked like a crazy woman with her hair sticking out wildly in all directions. Despite the end result looking like a case of too much mousse it had been effective–there were no more leaves in Maya hair.
“Oh no! You mean...” Twyla let her voice rise to a higher pitch and she patted the ponytail slowly, as if in shock. “I must look a mess! I hope no one walks by! I can’t believe I--” She continued to half-shout out hysterics as she roughly pulled the ponytail holder free from her blonde locks. This resulted in hair that seemed caught between staying up and falling around her face and almost none of the leaves and things were dislodged from the tangles of her hair. She was still playing up the girly hysterics and turned to Maya, almost in tears. “Better, right?”
"Nah their dance moves were quite good, for spoiled brats I mean" she grinned "Of course not near as good as mine." she winked at Twyla.
The hair issue was getting out of hand. Bubblegum managed to fake hysterics so well even the trickster was taken aback for a second or two. Then she burst into a fit of laughter and fell back among the leafs, kicking her feet into the air.
>>“Better, right?”
"Endlessly." she nodded with a mock serious face, looking up at Twyla from the ground "Now ya really look like ya belong with the rest of us on the street." Ooops. She didn't really mean to go that far. And technically, she didn't live on the street either. She lived in the mirrors. And various other places. "... Sesame Street." she added with a wide grin, reaching up and pulling a random leaf out of the bubblegum-hair. "Ya know, this red clashes terribly with your natural pink, mah dahling."
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“I’ve seen some spoiled brats dance pretty well.” Dance Team memories flooded the girl’s mind. Although Twyla had been one of the least spoiled and certainly the least bratty of all of the girls, she was pretty sure that she didn’t dance intensely better than any of them–but maybe that was due to her chore schedule? It WAS kinda hard to practice all the time when you had a row of calf hutches that needed cleaning and a barnful of cows that needed to be milked. “I think you’d need someone impartial to judge that.” She returned the other girl’s smile.
Maya fell back into the pile of leaves in her own fit of hysterics, but this one was a happy fit. All the head shaking that had dislodged the leaves had been for naught apparently. There was just no getting past the leaf problem, at least not when one was sitting in a pile of leaves.
The rest of us on the street?...Never mind, either Maya caught herself or she just put a random pause in her sentence. For dramatic effect maybe? In any case it received a grin from Twyla. “You’re on to me, Grover and I go waaay back.” She blew her flyaway bangs out of her face and proceeded an attempt at a stand. Her knees protested profusely bust she managed to get herself upright without any major problems. “Who says I can’t clash? Maybe I’m making an artistic statement. Why should I be aesthetically pleasing all the time?” Going from high-maintenance to artsy was a fun switch. She flipped her hair to emphasize her point and some of her flora went flying.
Holding out a hand to the girl on the ground she said “Leaf piles are dangerous for your health. I think we should skedaddle, lest we succumb to overexposure.”
>>“Who says I can’t clash? Maybe I’m making an artistic statement. Why should I be aesthetically pleasing all the time?”
"Yeah, indeed, why would you." Maya grinned up at her - judging from what she'd seen so far, Bubblegum didn't loose anything from being aesthetically pleasing, not even with leafs in her hair. She kept that opinion to herself.
>>“Leaf piles are dangerous for your health. I think we should skedaddle, lest we succumb to overexposure.”
She looked at the hand extended to help her up, and a wicked grin spread out on her face. "Ya trust me that much?" she chuckled, sitting up - then she rolled onto her back once again, kicking her feet into the air, and pushed herself up, standing on her hands, balancing for a couple of seconds before she flipped back onto her feet.
"So, what was that about an impartial judge?" she grinned, spinning around before she picked up her backpack and threw it over her shoulder.