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 Apr 28, 2010 18:50:46 GMT -6
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It seemed she could finally get her bedtime story. As Maya began to talk, the blond worked herself into a comfortable position with her head propped up on her hand so she could watch the storyteller's face. She smiled when the other girl wrinkled her nose as if trying to remember something elusive. It was an endearing gesture--although at that point anything Maya did would probably be considered endearing, Twyla was a bit biased after all.
She smiled again as soon as King Arthur was mentioned--it figured that Maya's mother would tell her child stories that related to namesakes. Twyla's ears perked up, she only knew the one Arthur-esque story (involving Sir Gawain and a certain Green Knight) and that was because of an English class. Everything else she 'knew' was taken from movies--'The Sword in the Stone' particularly since it was Nate's favorite movie when they were little (she was pretty sure that what Maya was talking about had nothing to do with Merlin or talking owls or anything like that).
Twyla listened intently, her mouth quirked up at the edges during certain parts and there were a few times that she resisted the urge to giggle at Maya's retelling. At the word 'kiss' her free hand that was not supporting her cranium touched her lips without her thinking about it. They were swollen. She did not however get a chance to think on it much as the story got another twist in it--her thoughts were now on what she would have chosen had she been in Sir Gawain's place. Hmmm...I'm gonna go with hag by day, for sure.
The ending probably should have been obvious--but Twyla was pleasantly surprised anyway that the hag-who-was-also-a-princess got a say in the matter. "I like that story." The blond rolled from her side to her back and looked up at the dark ceiling for a moment. "So what if she had wanted to stay a hag--would Sir Gawain have felt gypped do you think?" Maybe she was thinking into it too much, but it had occurred to Twyla so she figured she might as well get Maya's opinion, being so tired-but-not was making her brain filter a little thin.
Maya smiled. She liked that story too. She could almost hear Mom's voice behind it, and together with Twyla's smile, otwas just perfect.
>>"So what if she had wanted to stay a hag--would Sir Gawain have felt gypped do you think?"
She laughed at that, shaking her head.
"Even in fairy tales, no lady ever wants to be a hag." she grinned "But I guess if the curse wasn't broken, he would've found a way around it... nobody says you gotta sleep duringt the night..."
She thought about it a moment longer, then sat up, looking at Twlya. "Except you do, ya gotta sleep right now, lady. Scoot."
She waited till Twyla moved and she was able to lift the covers so both of them could get under it comfortably; once that part was accomplished, she pulled her close, wrapping her arms around her.
"Now sleep." she murmured settling into a comfortable position, and pressing a kiss on her forehead "I'm here, an' I won't let anything bad get to you, okay? Sleep."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 29, 2010 15:54:23 GMT -6
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Twyla felt like a little kid (which was weird, she was older than Maya) when she was told it was time for sleep. Well, more like commanded to sleep. So the girl scooted and wiggled and maneuvered and managed to make it under the covers that Maya pulled up for them.
The girl supposed she could deal with being bossed around if it meant she'd get to be held close to her girlfriend. (Now that was a really weird thought for Twyla.) It really wasn't so unbearable pressing herself close to the other girl's warmth. Come to think of it, now that she was laying down and all comfortable...she might actually be tired. Scratch that, really tired.
But what about nightmares?
Maybe they'd be kept at bay if she wasn't alone? In any case, Maya had told her before she turned out the light that she wouldn't let anything bad get her--that held power in dreams, right? probably. As her world shrunk to a dark, warm, blanket and arm covered tent, Twyla mumbled: "There are ladies who wouldn't mind being hags I'm sure...I think I'd choose to be a h--" She didn't finish her thought or explain herself. After a long night Twyla Ashby was out like the lamp near her bedside.
Maya drifted in and out of sleep. She was too tired to just black out like Twyla did, and too happy to slowly fall asleep. Besides, there were too many things to feel, inside and out, and she had to make sure she would remember every little detail for... forever.
It was all new, and strange, and wonderful. Soft breathing against her neck. Another heartbeat, slow and steady. Pink locks tickling her face, and warmth, comfortable and peaceful, all around. Twyla was sleeping, here, in her arms. Who would have thought I'd get this lucky...
Peace.
When Maya finally drifted off to sleep, she was still smiling. Also, one of her hands sneaked under the other girl's top, palm resting against the soft skin of her belly.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 30, 2010 18:09:03 GMT -6
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Sleep. Sometimes it was fitful, sometimes it was refreshing, sometimes it was deep and sometimes it was light. Oh, and sometimes it was scary...
The giggle, cold and feminine, emanated from the entire structure as a girl with blond and pink hair ran down a hallway. Behind her, a crowd of people in rags ran after her, shouting things that didn't even make sense to the girl that was tiring. A door opened and she dove towards it, managing to close it before the multitude of footsteps caught up with her shadow. A click resounded from the lock.
"Can't go back that way, I guess." She said to herself as she stood up. It was dim in the new room and the girl was afraid but focused on catching her breath after the chase. The giggle stopped suddenly as the blond started hesitantly walking through the room, causing the girl to also stop. The lights flashed on and a kitchen table was revealed with an all too familiar form lying on it. "Emerald!" Dream Twyla cried, rushing forward.
And then she was falling down the rabbit hole, like in that book by Lewis Carroll, only there were mirrors everywhere and inside of one she could see a bloodied and broken--"Gawain!" The falling never ceased and then, out from one of the mirrors there were long tentacles and they were cold and
Twyla was trapped somehow, entangled in something warm and squishy. Frantically she pushed and struggled and whimpered against the 'tentacles', her panic overcoming her need to open her eyes and awake from the nightmare.
It started as a soft trembling; Maya didn't even open her eyes as she reached around in the dark, pulling the covers over them to keep Twyla comfortably warm. With that done, she drifted off to sleep again...
... just to wake up with a start as Twyla started struggling against her.
"Hey!" she muttered, her mind trying to catch up with the situation "Wha..."
There was a soft whimper, and more struggling; she couldn't make out the word or words, but she could make out the panic. Twyla was having a nightmare.
"Hey" she murmured again, pulling her closer and rubbing her back "Shhh. 'tis okay, Twyla, I'm here. Calm down."
What she got in response was an elbow against one of the many bruises she collected the... day before. "Ow." Maya winced, and grabbed one hand in the dark "Twyla, wake up. 'tis jus' a nightmare. Ya're safe."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 1, 2010 8:21:52 GMT -6
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The thing about nightmares was that Twyla never woke up from the right away. Usually she'd stay in a half dream until she either fell off the bed (it had happened on numerous occasions) or hit her elbow against the wall or something so she woke up to pain. This nightmare was no different, she couldn't make sense of Maya's words or the attempt at comforting.
The warm thing was pulling her closer and Twyla redoubled her attack. "No, no..." And then her hand was captured and there were words that didn't sound like they belonged in her nightmares. Brown eyes shot open and could blearily make out Maya's form in the dark of the bedroom. Twyla was panting from the struggling and the fear. "Just a nightmare." She repeated breathlessly, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes.
The wild arms were remembered after a moment that gave her breathing time to chill out. The voice was still a bit gasp-like as Twyla was resisting the urge to cry from the suddenness of it all but she managed to choke out: "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." The hand that wasn't still captured reached around for the bedside lamp, intent on turning it on.
With light to see by, the bed she'd so carefully made earlier was messed up and she was tangled with Maya from her earlier struggling. "I'm sorry." she repeated, looking for blood or other obvious forms of pain on the girl's body. Pink tinged her cheeks after a moment, sh hadn't told anyone about her nightmares before now--hopefully Maya would contribute her little episode to stress from the house and not something recurring.
"Yea I noticed" Maya muttered, rubbing her back. She didn't really know what else to do; she'd had nightmares before, but nothing that made her struggle like that. Probably not.
>>"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry."
"I'm fine." Maya sighed, blinking and squinting as Twyla turned on the light "Are you?"
She didn't look okay; it was not fair, really, that after living a nightmare for a day, she had to go through it again at night. "'tis okay, Twyla. Calm down. Told you I'm here." she pulled her back, pressing her lips against her forehead "Wanna talk to me about it?"
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 2, 2010 11:43:50 GMT -6
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Maya was okay. That was good. "I'm fine." Her voice was much more normal sounding now and as the light drove away the edges of sleep and fear her heart beat was decreasing and her breathing became much slower. Slowly she exhaled. She was fine. Everything was fine. Just a dream, let's go back to sleep. Not that the blond would probably sleep again in the next early hours of the morning, but still.
Calm down. She could do that. Her nightmare seemed a lot less real with someone else there when she woke up. The tension in her shoulders was released when there were increasingly familiar lips on her forehead. Everything was fine, truly and if it wasn't there was that possibility. Maya was there and it helped a lot.
Now normally Twyla dealt with her nightmares in one of two ways. She either stayed in her room with the lights on and read or studied or did something quietly or she went downstairs and got something to drink to wash the panic from her throat or watched some TV to take her mind off of everything. Talking about them wasn't something she'd ever done--it had occurred to the blond that talking was probably healthier than just dealing alone but...I don't want her to worry about me. For a moment Twyla bit her lip and then she sat back and hesitantly smiled.
"It was just a bad dream really." It was the truth, if not the whole truth. "That house..." She trailed off and her eyes wandered to a blank spot in the corner. "You know, I guess..."
Maya propped herself up on her uninjured elbow, rubbing her eyes till she could see through the sudden light. She could make out Twyla's form first, then her face too. She was smiling, but it didn't look too convincing, in Maya's opinion.
>>"It was just a bad dream really. That house... You know, I guess..."
"Yea I know" she sighed, looking up at her "'twas a low blow, bringin' up stuff like that. No wonder you've got bad dreams... I guess I'm gonna have some too, sooner or later..."
Maya had had her fair share of nightmares; living the life she did in the past years definitely came with some troubled nights. She was happy her shifting hat the side effect of making her sleep like the dead. Or, like in this case, not sleep much at all.
She reached for Twyla's hand, and hesitated before she asked, more quietly "Which part are you afraid of?..."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 2, 2010 19:50:46 GMT -6
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Twyla was too jarred to sleep again anytime soon but with thoughts about the house she felt tired and achy and older than she should have. "I can't believe...well, actually I can believe I went there. I'm so sorry, Maya. I had no idea what was there...but still, you and Em could have--it's all my fault." Her voice which she had been so glad to have under control was now choked with the guilt of leading her friends into such a terrible place. "And you will have bad dreams and it's all because of me and my stupid decisions..." Hands gripped the camo comforter and the blond bit her lip and swallowed hard.
The hands relaxed and one of them was held inside of another one. Maya's tone was quiet when she asked her which bits she was afraid of. Twyla took a deep breath and stared at their entwined hands resting on the top of the bed. "It's the part that makes me feel helpless. In nightmares you're helpless. I don't like being that person in real life and when I'm sleeping too."
Maybe she'd said too much? Probably, since she'd used 'nightmares' as in plural. If she was lucky that wouldn't be caught on to.
"I just don't want to be that person, you know?" She looked up from their hands and into the other girl's face, her features hesitant with something hard and determined in the back of her eyes.
>>"It's the part that makes me feel helpless. In nightmares you're helpless. I don't like being that person in real life and when I'm sleeping too. I just don't want to be that person, you know?"
Maya listened. Most of what was being said she'd already guessed, but she listened patiently, waiting for Twyla to say everything she wanted to say. Of course she was blaming herself.
"It's okay." she sighed, sitting up too to look at her "Really, Twyla. It's okay. Well, I can tell you goin' there was a damn stupid thing to do, if that makes you feel better, but truth is, I've done worse, and I can say the same 'bout Em too. That's all. Anythin' beyond that, the nightmare and the things that happened in that house, none of that is your fault, you hear me? We ran into two mutant psychos, and they did some friggin' awful stuff to all of us, and one of these days, they're gonna get their @sses kicked for that, big time. But nobody's blamin' you for what happened, Twy. Really."
She took a deep breath, and fell silent for a while, looking at Twyla. Of course she didn't want to be helpless. Nobody did. She leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.
"Ya're not helpless, Bubblegum" she murmured "I know you, and you're not. All right, so maybe ya're not great at combat yet..." she chuckled softly, kissing her other cheek too "... but ya're far from helpless."
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 3, 2010 13:21:33 GMT -6
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Twyla looked down at the hands again when Maya replied to her explanation. She tried, she really did, to think her words over subjectively without all of the anti-self bias that was running through her mind. Part of her understood that Maya was being serious and that there had to be some truth in what she was saying. Part of her wanted to remain subjective...but at the same time...Arguing wouldn't solve anything, like it hadn't earlier. Twyla would have to come to her conclusions on her own, even if Maya had planted an interesting thought in her mind.
So she didn't say anything, just tucked those thoughts in the back of her mind to be taken out and reexamined later when she was more awake and logic was easier to summon.
Twyla's eyes opened a little wider when she was kissed on the cheek and despite the negative emotions running through her, the girl's heart rate sped up just a little bit. Kissing helped send the message home, even if it was just on the cheeks. Any inclination to argue about being helpless got caught in her throat and came out in a choke of air. "Maybe..." She replied in a breathy, not committing to not being helpless but not saying anything to prove how pathetic she was.
Twyla leaned in, her lips barely an inch away from the other girl's. Twyla's voice was soft but intense and still full of air like before. "I'm not going to be helpless forever. I'm going to change myself--be better." Be a hero. She added in her mind but not aloud, it sounded way too melodramatic for comfort.
>>"I'm not going to be helpless forever. I'm going to change myself--be better."
"Uh-huh" Maya muttered, her mind currently occupied with... well, many things besides what was being said. And being in a female body didn't help at all. People always blame the guy for not being able to think straight when he's close to the girl. What a lie. Girls don't think straight either.
Maya swallowed, trying to focus on something, anything else, really, than how close they were to each other. She had made a promise, and she was intent on keeping it, she just had a mild problem remembering what exactly the promise was. Focus, Maya. Focus. No rushing. Right. Now, what did she say again?...
>>"I'm not going to be helpless forever. I'm going to change myself--be better."
Better. Better than what? Better than this? I'm so dead.
"Sounds like a plan." she breathed. She meant it. Twyla sounded determined about being better, which probably in her case meant being braver, not that she was a coward, she was just, well, inexperienced. And young. And beautiful. And.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on May 3, 2010 15:31:40 GMT -6
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Twyla noted with some vague satisfaction and excitement that she had successfully rendered Maya speechless...or something. This satisfaction was second to the closeness and the places her mind was going because of that closeness. Better not. She decided. I'm an epic hypocrite... What was that about being nervous? Well, the blond was nervous and a million other things that seemed a lot more important than the nerves.
She was about to go against her own advice when Maya said two words that didn't make sense in Twyla's mind.
"What?" She blinked. "I mean, sorry for what?" Twyla pulled back and looked at Maya, a confused look on her face. And because females tend to apologize in order to keep conversations 'even' the blond found herself also saying: "I'm sorry...?" Only her apology came out more as a question, her brows were knitted together as her breath tried to get itself caught so her brain had enough oxygen to make sense of the situation.
Breathe, calm it down...I'm such a spazz. I should be apologizing for being some kind of bi-polar tease... Something akin to guilt sprouted in her stomach.