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?
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Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 29, 2009 10:44:52 GMT -6
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A hair flip and some shaking were called for to remove the bits of Fall from her hair and soon the newly blonde and pink locks were caught up in a ponytail once more. “And if I want my hair to be ‘normal’ looking, there’s nothing wrong with that either. So long as it’s my choice.” Twyla really needed to stop with the artistic activist bit or she would start channeling her sister Jeanie–a 22 year old hipster going to school in Madison so that she could become an art teacher.
Twyla almost flinched her hand back when she saw the look on Maya’s face but she held it there. What she did do was give her best nonchalant shrug. “I figure there’s a million and one other ways to make me fall back in that leaf pile.” She tried to sound blase about the gesture but in reality her thinking had been ‘Oh, you’re on the ground and I’m not. Here, let me help you up.’. Was that trust or did Twyla just not think things through enough in social settings? It could really go either ways...Huh, what an interesting conundrum.
An eyebrow was raised when Maya got up herself and in a very stylish manner. “The judge is still impartial. Dancing isn’t just about fancy moves, no matter how awesome they are.” She returned the grin before going on a mini rant. “Dance is about the sequence–the choreography. It’s about facials and music and making people feel a certain way...” A slight blush crept across her cheeks and she felt the all to familiar tug of homesickness. “Sorry, I used to dance...classes and all that fun stuff.” ‘Used to’ be the important word choice. Twyla used to be on Dance Team just like she used to be a gymnast just like she used to be human.
>>“Dancing isn’t just about fancy moves, no matter how awesome they are. Dance is about the sequence–the choreography. It’s about facials and music and making people feel a certain way... Sorry, I used to dance...classes and all that fun stuff.”
Maya arched an eyebrow. Twyla was a dancer?
"No kiddin'." she grinned, folding her arms over her chest. She had been dancing since she could walk (music always had a strong effect on her), but she never took a single class in her life "I guess I'll have to take your word for that. I never... took classes. Ya think your kinda dancin' is much different from my kinda dancin'?"
It was a question of sincere curiosity, and also half a dare. So far Bubblegum hadn't displayed exceptional talents of balance and coordination, but Maya found herself really curious to see what show she would put on with some good music and maybe a drink or two. Hmm.
"Next time we meet, we could go clubbin'" she suggested, finding her way back to the road.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 29, 2009 18:42:33 GMT -6
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Twyla shrugged. “Classes don’t mean much unless you’re like me and it takes extra work to look good.” She laughed and then added as an afterthought: “I paid for mine myself.” That was A LOT of babysitting and A TON of extra chores. The only time she had for the classes was during the summer and she was behind in that department compared to most of the girls on Dance Team. “I don’t know, it depends on the style...I’m pretty sure that it would look weird if I went into a jazz routine while you were throwing stuff like that-” A nod to the leaf pile. “but at the same time a hip-hop routine would probably mesh pretty well.”
“Clubbing?”Eyebrows furrowed as Twyla tried to picture herself in a club from a movie. It was a weird image. Back home there were no clubs, just bars and obviously she didn’t frequent any of those places. The only time she danced in public (besides for performances) was at school dance and the occasional party barn.
She followed Maya as she made her way up the hill, stopping briefly when a light colored wood caught her eye. “Hold on a second.” She called ahead of her. Bruised knees protested as they bent low so that Twyla could examine something on the ground. When she was back in a standing position she was holding two familiar pieces of wood. She brushed them off before twisting her hair in a messy bun once more. It only took a moment for her to catch up to the other girl
>>“Classes don’t mean much unless you’re like me and it takes extra work to look good.”
Maya arched an eyebrow at that. "Yeeeah, right. They told ya that before or after ya signed up for the extra class?" She was just teasing. Clearly. She couldn't help but feel a teeny tiny pang of envy though. Taking classes, for the fun of it. That must have been nice. Not like there was anything wrong with being home schooled... As far as she could tell, there was really nothing wrong with Bubblegum, apart from her shyness. Trust it to the teachers to ruin that idea.
>>“...but at the same time a hip-hop routine would probably mesh pretty well.”
Maya grinned, finding her way back to the conversation. "Yeah, it would. We should really try it sometime. Dancin' alone is not nearly as much fun." And doesn't pay as well either.... Just a though.
Twyla seemed a bit uncertain about the clubbing idea. Maya raised an eyebrow and decided to leave it. For now. Maybe she was actually worried about being underage? That thought had never occurred to Mirror before. It sounded funny.
>>“Hold on a second.”
The prodigal chopsticks returned. Maya grinned. "Awww, ya win. I knew it. They always turn up when ya stop looking." Just like people. Friends. She watched Bubblegum twist her hair into a bun once again, and she put her baseball cap back on to hide how messy her own hair was.
"So. I guess it's... kinda getting late, so... I guess I'm not gonna drag ya into any more crazy stuff today. Sounds like a plan?" she winked.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Nov 30, 2009 20:08:31 GMT -6
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“No, I knew it before I took the classes.” She rolled her eyes and laughed but Twyla was half-serious. Now dancing came so easy to her but a few years ago she’d struggled to make the middle school Dance Team. For Twyla classes had been more about getting comfortable with herself than anything–she had the talent and strength for the moves but she lacked the confidence to perform them. For other girls the point of classes was bragging rights ‘Oh, I passed such and such and now I’m a level-blank.’ that wasn’t the case for this farm girl.
“Dancing alone is awkward.” Another laugh. “I’m sure you’d blow me out of the water, I can’t do much for stunts.” Stunts being the flippy thing Maya used to get off the ground. Twyla could pop it with the best of them and in gymnastics she had flips and tumbles down but combining the two didn’t seem to work for the teen (no matter how hard the captains tried to get her to bridge the gap).
There was a lot of truth in what the other girl said.. “You’re exactly right and now I’ve got something to show my kids.” A laugh crept into her voice as she said this. Hesitant fingers checked on the placement of the wooden utensils–they wouldn’t be getting away this time.
Instinctively she checked for a clock but none were found being that they were in a park. Based on the shadows around the trees Twyla deduced that it was getting late and she really needed to get started on the mountain of homework waiting for her back at the Mansion. “Aw, but I really wanted to see if I could break my arm before supper.” She used a teasing tone but still clarified her statement with: “I’m kidding... I guess I better shove out anyway...So, um, I’ll see you around?” Eyebrows furrowed in confusion and hesitance. What she meant Twyla wasn’t sure. It’s not like she had any way of keeping in touch–no cell phone, the number for the Mansion was out, and so was admitting that she lived at the Mansion.
Regardless, the girl found herself wanting to see the crazy girl with the baseball cap and the impish grin again. It felt good to talk to someone, to laugh for no real reason...It made her feel normal even if the day had been kinda crazy. Hanging out with Maya had made Twyla feel like she had a friend again, even if technically the girl was a stranger, and that was a feeling she was loath to lose.
>>“Dancing alone is awkward. I’m sure you’d blow me out of the water, I can’t do much for stunts.”
Maya grinned and waved her hand.
"'tis not always about the stunts, ya said that. Hey, I like proper dancin' too, ya know, I just don' have the chance to do it that often." Never, actually. Not as Maya. Gosh I hate dancing with guys. Their hands wander. Ew. Dancing with girls, on the other hand... Twyla, meet my twin brother. I know you two will like each other. Yeah, right. As if.
>>“Aw, but I really wanted to see if I could break my arm before supper.”
Maya grinned at that too. "Oh I bet ya could. I have deep trust in your abilities." she said, patting Bubblegum on the shoulder. She was glad to have survived the afternoon without more serious injuries.
>>“... I guess I better shove out anyway...So, um, I’ll see you around?”
And here it was. Saying goodbye. Or 'see you'. See you where, exactly? Not like Maya had a cellphone, or a place to live, or even intention to stay in NYC for a longer period of time. She'd just wander around for a couple of weeks, months maybe, try her best to find clues about Mom, and then... It was a pretty damn big city. For the first time in three years she suddenly didn't like the idea of wandering around.
"Yeah." she nodded with a sincere smile and a lot of enthusiasm "See ya around, Twyla. Um. You'll probably find me hangin' out around here most of the time." she reached up and touched one of the chopsticks in her hair "I'll show up when ya're not lookin'" she winked.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Dec 1, 2009 20:54:32 GMT -6
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“True, true...I did say that...” A shrug and a smile. “I’m not sure what you mean by ‘proper’ dancing, but I think I that’s more of what I do.” Another shrug. Twyla was a big fan of parties where she could dance with her friends in large group settings–that’s why she liked Dance Team–it wasn’t all about her.
A solemn nod to the comment about breaking her arm by suppertime. “I’ll work on honing my skills.” She laughed. “That’s not healthy at all...”
There it was, they both committed to seeing each other around and Twyla had the feeling that neither of them knew what they meant by the adieus. “Next time I have a Saturday free I’ll try and make it into the city.” If she ever got caught up with her studies that was...skipping a year of highschool was something she’d be paying a lot of Saturdays to come. “I guess I’ll stop looking then.” More laughing. She really did hope this wasn’t a random one chance meeting.
“Bye, Maya.” One last bright smile and then Twyla was walking away, in search of a bus stop that would lead her back ‘home’ to the Mansion. While she was still in Maya’s line of sight she turned around and stuck her tongue out at the girl with a wave, causing her to run into a disgruntled businessman who grunted at her hurried apology before hustling away. She distinctly thought she heard the words ‘hoodlums’ but she wasn’t totally sure.
Whoops, it seemed like she’d been bumped into a lot that afternoon.
‘See you around’ apparently meant ‘I’ll startle you by showing up in the place you least expect me’. A random one chance meeting was apparently not in the cards.
Maya remained standing in one place as she watched Bubblegum walk away. She looked cheerful, prancing in the same manner she did when they bumped into each other. What a sight. And then she bumped into someone else. Oops. Maya ginned and waved after her; she also made sure to see and remember which bus she took, just in case. Blind luck sometimes needed a gentle push in the right direction. Next Saturday, she said? Maya will have to remember that too. Not like she would forget. Ever. Turning around she picked a random direction to go, and walked away, humming to herself, a dreamy smile lighting up her face once in a while.