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.
Agnes smiled at the look that appeared in Rebecca’s eyes. It was obvious that that was exactly what her sweet girlfriend wanted to hear and Agnes was only too eager to give it to her. Not that she didn’t want to do it, quite the contrary. The very idea of going out, spending the day looking at future apartments for herself and her sweetie was enough to make that tingle at the back of her spine start up again. She truly was one of the most blessed people.
Rebecca cutely cuddled against Agnes as the young brunette began to reach over, carefully running her fingers through the red hair. It was such a sweet gesture and fun moment that Agnes cooed softly while she rested back against the bed. She would never give this up, never.
>> "It'll be sae much fun! We can get nice and presentable, and have our arms interlocked when we get there! And, and we can talk about colors tae paint the place! Or if we can paint the place…And Ah can say things like, 'Ah dornt know, what dae you think honey?' Oh, Ah cannae wait!"[/color]
Agnes laughed a lyrical, sweet laugh as she listened to Rebecca go on. She had such an imagination, but it was exactly what Agnes wanted to hear too. She briefly closed her eyes as Rebecca spoke, painting the picture of their day tomorrow, going out, meeting with managers who wanted to show apartments. They would talk, act like very interested parties, see possibilities, and get a better idea of what they would find around the city.
“It all sounds so lovely,” Agnes beamed. "I love you so much..."
Just imagining the two of them, standing in some large, open studio apartment, holding hands and discussing the where they would put furniture (when they could finally afford them, probably on piece at a time), where they would hang pictures, what their bedroom would look like; it was all so magical. In all honesty it was something that Agnes wished that they could do right now!
But one night. They would only have to wait one night.
She felt Rebecca shifting and she smiled as she looked up at her cutely…
>> "Bunny time now?"[/color]
A sultry smile on her face, Agnes reached down, carefully holding Rebecca by her shoulders and urged her upwards. When she came within view of those mismatched eyes again, she nodded as she leaned up and kissed her again. Slowly, tenderness gave way to passion as clothing was soon discarded. Soon, all that was left was two lovers, sharing an embrace in a room that faded to black…
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The night faded into a sensual haze, followed by deep sleep.
And a dream...
Rebecca woke up with a violent gasp for air. Her body was trembling, as if recovering from shock.
She immediately pulled the bed sheet off of herself; there were no marks or boils, and certainly no gaping knife wounds. Rebecca was in her bed in her unmarred, unclothed body.
Next to her unmarred, unclothed girlfriend. Rebecca was still shaken. The dream was so vivid! It was as though she just watched three years of her life fade away! She sat up in bed, shaking. Maybe it was really just nothing more than a dream?
It was only seconds after Rebecca awoke that Agnes suddenly gasped loudly and clutched at the sheets and pillow of her bed. Sitting up, her wings fluttered nervously as Agnes peered around the room through half open eyes. Heart thumping so hard she could practically feel it cracking her ribs, Agnes placed a shaky hand over her bare chest and tried to calm down her breathing. She was shaking. So badly she was shaking.
She tried to wrap her head around everything that she had seen and found herself having a difficult time separating what happened. Was it only a dream? It seemed so…real. It was as if she had lived every single one of those three years that she just dreamed about but she simply couldn’t escape how it felt.
Instinctively, she lowered her hand so that it rested on her stomach. She couldn’t feel the knife wound that had run her through, only smooth skin. But there was a phantom there. A memory that insisted on telling her that she should have been run through with a knife. A knife…that was possessed by a certain redhead that she knew that was supposed to love.
Rebecca… she thought. She turned and found Rebecca sitting up in bed, shaking, with a terrified look in her eyes.
She looked exactly how she felt.
“Rebecca?” she asked.
Unfortunately she couldn’t finish the sentence. It was a ridiculous thought, to think that they had had the exact same type of dream. What were the odds? But, looking at her, Agnes, deep down, knew how true it was.
She tried to find her voice, tried to make sure that Rebecca was okay, but just as she opened her mouth she winced, hearing the chatter of her instincts singing a chorus in her head. They were antagonized. But it was more than that, it almost felt as if these were the same insects that she just heard within her dream. It was a terrible thought, imagining those high, lonely towers that she had built in her dream. Sadly, it seemed so close to reality.
She blinked away tears, trying to keep herself calm as she reached over to touch Rebecca’s shoulder.
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>> “Rebecca?”
Agnes had awoken from her sleep with the same night-terror reaction Rebecca suffered through a moment earlier. It could have been a coincidence, but for some reason she found it difficult to believe the thought as it kept repeating in her head.
>> “H-Honey…a-are you…okay?”
Agnes's hand approached Rebecca's shoulder, but out of instinct Rebecca cringed, pulling away. Everything seemed wrong... there was no way it could be true, could it?
There was no way Rebecca and Agnes just peered into the future... and yet...
"A-agnes... did you... the dream... did you have it, too?" Rebecca's eyes were set on Agnes's silhouette as her eyes still adjusted to the darkness. "The Age of Sebastian?" The words felt too familiar on her tongue for a phrase she never knew before she fell asleep.
Rebecca recoiled when she tried to touch her. Why would she do that? Agnes was confused. Though she knew in her dream that things were tense between the two of them (hell, they killed each other!) but it was just a dream! They didn’t need to worry about that in the real world…did they?
Agnes head hurt as she continued to try and pulled away the layers of memories; memories of three years that never existed; memories where she was a cold hearted monster that was more insect than human. She shuddered at the thought. She didn’t believe in peering into the future but who was to say it couldn’t happen? Mutant powers were varied and far in between but neither of them possessed such abilities.
She sighed, feeling tears well up, only wanting the comforting embrace of Rebecca’s arms. Instead, her redheaded lover seemed more intent to ask her questions…
>> "A-agnes... did you... the dream... did you have it, too? The Age of Sebastian?"[/color]
The very words, they sent a shiver up and down her spine. Sebastian. It was then that Agnes knew for sure that both of them had exactly the same kind of dream. And the prospect of that was very horrifying, especially considering how seriously Rebecca was taking it.
Losing her voice, she meekly nodded her head as she looked down to the covers. Slowly she pulled them up to cover her chest as she peered back at Rebecca through teary eyes.
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>> “It was just a dream. Right?”
So, they did share the same dream. Why would that happen? Neither of their mutations came anywhere close to creating shared dreams, and even if they did... what sort of dream spanned three years so... vividly?
Maybe it was too early for Rebecca to jump to conclusions. Her voice and body were both still shaking, but she did what she could to compose herself. "P-probably. There's n-n-no reason to think anything more, right?" There was nothing that pointed to the Age of Sebastian being connected to reality at all.
Except...
The memories from the dream were still siphoning in broken bunches, but the gifts of Sebastian flashed through her head:
Immortality.
And healing.
Rebecca's eyes were finally adjusting, and she could make out the smooth, bare skin of her lover's body. Hesitantly, her hand reached out and touched Agnes's stomach.
It was a question Rebecca had pushed to the back of her mind more than once. She probably wasted months of time in denial, ignoring it and just being glad with the outcome while reveling in ignorance of the process, because it made no sense and raised Rebecca's suspicions.
But now the truth was becoming clear, and she could not avoid the question anymore. "...Agnes... h-how did you lose your scars?"
>> "P-probably. There's n-n-no reason to think anything more, right?”[/color]
It was a split second. In a split second Agnes felt herself get on the road to recovery. They were fine! It was only a dream and that was no reason for them to be overly freaked out or anything about the very state of the world. It was not real! It wasn’t a glimpse into the future, a peek into what was to come, or a sign or omen! It was nothing. Just a dream. They could lie back in bed, hug one another close and kiss away the bad feelings.
Despite the vivid nature of the dreams, despite the fact that she just dreamt of Rebecca killing her out of anger, she knew that she couldn’t let it get to her. Dreams were crazy things and didn’t always reflect reality. Still…she couldn’t help letting her eyes drift to Rebecca’s face and hands. The rage she saw there, the unbridled hate.
It scared her.
She tried to shake the image of the rage filled Rebecca and the swarms of insects from her mind. While she did so, she noticed that Rebecca looked at her suspiciously. Agnes was about to question it when she felt the slim, tender, freckled hand slide across her stomach. It was a sensation that she was used it; hell, it made her blush and smile the majority of the time. But, right now, all she got was a sense of foreboding…
>> "...Agnes... h-how did you lose your scars?"[/color]
Her jaw clenched. She never really did tell Rebecca. Not because she was ashamed, but she just didn’t know how to tell her. How could she tell her that she was mugged and practically beaten to death when she was saved by a white-haired stranger with a unicorn horn? How could that really be brought up in conversation? But, I was wrong to have said nothing. She should have at least tried.
And now, she was caught. Rebecca was inquiring and, considering the fact that it was right after a shared dream, she felt rather guilty.
Eyes closed, she looked down at the blankets, averted her eyes from her friend, her lover, her soul mate…
“Months ago…I…I was taking a walk in Central Park,” she whispered, not raising her gaze to the redhead. “And…I was attacked. T-They were people from my parent’s church. They wanted to kill me! They…They almost did…” she admitted, sniffling at the painful member. “I was broken, hurt, almost dead…and…I was saved…”
She prayed. She really did that that would be enough to quell Rebecca’s curiosity.
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>> “Months ago…I…I was taking a walk in Central Park, and…I was attacked. T-They were people from my parent’s church. They wanted to kill me! They…They almost did… I was broken, hurt, almost dead…and…I was saved…”
The idea of Agnes beaten and broken was enough to break a heart that was already already cracking. Rebecca was glad that Agnes was saved, of course, but she knew this was only the beginning of the story. She knew Agnes did not want to share the rest.
Rebecca's palm was still on Agnes's stomach, her fingers grasping at the soft, unmarked skin. Very quietly, the question barely made it past her unwilling lips. "Who... who healed you...?"
There was a pause. Agnes was clearly hesitant, which only caused Rebecca's heart to sink further. Loudly now, fueled with fear and anger, she repeated, "Who healed you, Agnes?!" Her eyes were already stinging, ready to give way to tears like a broken dam in its last moments.
Agnes paused. She cursed Rebecca’s curiosity and wished that the redhead would have just left it alone. Considering what they had just dreamed about (and the odd circumstance surrounding that), she didn’t want to add fuel to the fire by admitting that who healed it. That was why she was hesitant and didn’t want to let that name fall from her lips. If only she could get her head together, take a second to two so that she could think straight, she could find the right thing to sa--
>> "Who healed you, Agnes?!"[/color]
She jumped.
The look that she gave Rebecca was full of hurt and just a tinge of fear. Never had Rebecca raised her voice like that to her. The only time that she had ever seen it was when other people threatened their lives. But…to have it directed towards her actually made the young runaway shrink just a tiny bit.
“Sebastian,” she whispered in a husky voice. “It was Sebastian. But…Rebecca, he’s a good man! He isn’t some monster. He saved me, he gave me a second chance when I should have died back there.” She was on the defensive and her voice was cracking to find strength. “Rebecca, this is a dream. We’re getting worked up over a dream. Please, baby…”
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>> “Sebastian.”
Rebecca felt like she was struck through the heart. She knew what Agnes was going to say, but it did not soften the blow of having her fears confirmed. Her head felt foggy, like nothing around her was real. The dream itself was more real than her reality, where she was sitting next to her beautiful girlfriend who was saved by the devil incarnate (as far as she was concerned.) It was hard to hear Agnes continue through the fog, but she did. She needed to hear everything.
>> “It was Sebastian. But…Rebecca, he’s a good man! He isn’t some monster. He saved me, he gave me a second chance when I should have died back there. Rebecca, this is a dream. We’re getting worked up over a dream. Please, baby…”
Agnes was defending Sebastian. The man who willingly brought forth the end of the world, and her girlfriend was defending him. It was like Rebecca traded one nightmare for another.
She could hear Agnes trying desperately to convince Rebecca that the dream meant nothing, but Rebecca could not find it in her heart to believe that anymore. She took her hand away from Agnes's stomach. She took her eyes away from Agnes, looking away to the ground beside the bed.
Her voice was clearly hurt when she spoke. "If it was jist a dream... then tell me." The tears were now running down her cheek, and her words were begging Agnes to tell her anything but the truth. "Tell me you're nae part of Sebastian's church."
The look on Rebecca’s face was like a dagger through the young runaway’s heart (which was ironic considering her demise in her dream). She could tell that just by saying that name, she hurt Rebecca more than she could have in any other physical manner. Agnes wished that it wasn’t the truth. She wished that she had either lied, or made up a story much earlier, anything than have to go through all this right now.
But, unfortunately, this was reality. Despite how hard it was for her to strip away the memories of the dream from the memories of reality, Agnes had a grasp on what was real. All that matter was Rebecca! The young, redheaded Scot in bed with her. That was her reality and nothing more! Why couldn’t Rebecca see that?
She sighed as she tried to think of something else to say, some way to comfort her sweet girlfriend after such a terrible dream, but it was obvious from the woman’s looks that Agnes would only make it worse if she tried. So, instead, she kept quiet, just wishing this whole situation was a continuing nightmare.
But she wouldn’t get off that easily…
>> "If it was jist a dream... then tell me."[/color]
Yes! Anything! I’ll tell you anything… Agnes pleaded with her mind.
>> "Tell me you're nae part of Sebastian's church."[/color]
It was like a frozen anvil had been dropped onto her head. Of all the things that Rebecca could have asked right now, it had to be that. It had to be that particular question which would have only implicated her even further.
Nervously, Agnes toyed with her fingernails, trying to organize what she would say. She could lie; she very well could have. But if the truth were ever found out in the future, then it would only lead to more disastrous results. On top of that, after everything so far, could she really stomach lying to the hurt redhead? Could she really? The prospect that she could was terrifying. But she wouldn’t.
Meekly, she nodded her head.
“Yes,” she said, remembering some of the volunteer work she has done so far for Sebastian. Even the “procedure” she went through in order to help him further when the time came. And in remembering those, she never felt so sick. “I am.”
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>> “Yes. I am.”
It was like the air around Rebecca was gone. She could not breathe. She could not find words. Agnes was part of Sebastian's church, which meant that, even without knowing more about the dream, everything was plausible.
No, everything was probable. Nothing in the dream had been disproven for her, but plenty of things had been confirmed. Rebecca was suffocating.
She needed to get away.
It did not matter if they were in Rebecca's room, she just had to move. Rebecca pulled away the covers and quickly slipped out of her bed. It was still dark in the room, but she began hastily picking up and examining clothes strewn about her floor. She just needed anything that she could put on that was not Agnes's and could be worn in public.
The entire time, as Rebecca was picking up and discarding pajamas and underthings, she was alternating between muttering and yelling, like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. "A-ah cannae believe this-- how could you?" Rebecca was now completely willing to treat the present day Agnes as though she had the same blood on her hands as Age-of Sebastian Agnes. "You'll side with him-- you SIDED with HIM!"
She found a pair of jeans. She was struggling to get them on, as her coordination was suffering as her emotional state deteriorated. "You CHOSE HIM-- instead of me..." The last words trailed off as her voice cracked, and the denim finally cooperated long enough to cover her bare bottom. Now for a shirt-- any shirt, as long as it would let her escape.
Everything happened far faster than Agnes could follow after that moment. As soon as those words left her lips, Rebecca looked even more destroyed than before. This time, however, after a few moments, Rebecca found her will to stand and started to immediately search the room in the dark. Agnes turned and tried to follow her movements, but they were so frantic and erratic in the dark that the young bug queen had a hard time following her.
At the same time, she caught the sounds of labored breathing and a desperate need to not shed any tears. Had she wounded Rebecca so deeply? Over something that was seen in a dream and nothing more? Agnes simply couldn’t wrap her head around this and slipped out of bed, unsure of what to do now.
Quietly, Agnes tried to find some point at which to talk. She kept the sheet wrapped tightly around her body and keeping herself covered as Rebecca dashed about, muttering angrily…
>> "A-ah cannae believe this-- how could you? You'll side with him-- you SIDED with HIM!"[/color]
Every time she said those words, or implied such, Agnes felt another stab. What was hell was going on here? The dream was horrible, vivid and horrible, but was that really enough to cause all this? Sure, Agnes worked for Sebastian and was grateful for everything that he did for her, but she had yet to see him act in any way similar to how he was in her dreams.
But, worst of all this, was that she saw Rebecca gathering her things. Shaking her head, she tried to step forward, tried to find the will to stop her, to make her listen.
In the end, though, her feet remained planted.
>> "You CHOSE HIM-- instead of me..." [/color]
It was there that Agnes got mad. Chose Sebastian OVER her? What the hell was she talking about? Her ears feeling hot and red, she shook her head as she watched the redhead search for a shirt.
“What’re you talking about!?” she finally growled. “I never chose him over you! I chose him FOR you! Do you know what I did for you? So that you wouldn’t lose me? So that we could stay together?!”
As she shouted she grabbed a pair of scissors from the nearby desk. Her rage fueling her, the dream dismantling her life, Agnes jammed the pointed end of the scissors into her arm. She hissed as blood began to stream down her white skin. She waited until Rebecca was watching before she pulled the impromptu weapon free. Hands shaking, she watched as the wound seep blood but, eerily, it began to close. It sealed shut within seconds and soon all trace of it disappeared. Her skin was unmarred and lily white again.
“I did this, for you,” she breathed heavily. “I became…this…for you. Because I love you…”
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>> “What’re you talking about!? I never chose him over you! I chose him FOR you! Do you know what I did for you? So that you wouldn’t lose me? So that we could stay together?!” I did this, for you,. I became…this…for you. Because I love you…”
Rebecca was done. She could not take it anymore. She was conflicted, because Sebastian was the reason Agnes was still alive, but he also brought her into his fold, and she was at his side when the world stopped. When her parents died. When her life ended.
Through tears, she found a shirt. To be honest, she did not know if it was a pajama shirt or if it was actually her shirt at all. At this point, all she cared about was getting the mystery shirt over her head.
By the time her head and arms made it through the openings, the shirt was already dotted with wet spots from Rebecca's tears. She reached for the door, pulling it open and allowing the bright light of the hallway to pour into her room. The transition hurt her eyes for a moment, but in seconds she could now see Agnes's bare form clearly.
She could see everything clearly.
"Sebastian healed you, an' if that were it, Ah'd be happy." Rebecca's eyes narrowed, locking on Agnes's coldly. "Bit you joined him You accepted his gift of immortality. You chose his salvation an' you kept something like this from me.
"You didnae dae this for me."
Rebecca could not control her tears, but her voice was no longer wavering. "Please dinnae be here when Ah come back in th' morning." Rebecca walked out, letting the door slam behind her. She was unsure of where she would go, but she would find a way to stay away from her room. She would find a place to cry, and she would find a place where she could wonder how to move on.
>> "Sebastian healed you, an' if that were it, Ah'd be happy…Bit you joined him You accepted his gift of immortality. You chose his salvation an' you kept something like this from me…You didnae dae this for me."[/color]
Agnes squinted her eyes, trying to shield them from the light of the hallway. Standing there, in the light that surrounded Rebecca’s form, she was suddenly reminded of her dreams. Of the last time she saw Rebecca’s face. Agnes was lying the ground of a throne room, her own, with Rebecca dying, leaning over her and trying to whisper how much she had missed her. Then she had been illuminated by a halo of light. It was the last thing that Agnes saw before she died.
And now, she was staring at this same scenario again. But, this time, instead of there being forgiveness, there was only anger. Anger at being spoken to like this, as if she were some kind of traitor when absolutely everything she did was to protect the one she loved.
Rebecca didn’t see it that way. Despite the fact that Agnes had turned herself into a virtual immortal so that not only Rebecca would be safe but that she would be able to protect herself and other mutants, Rebecca only saw her as a monster. It was probably the realization of that that stung the most, that the person who looked at her with such loving eyes only a few hours ago, now only saw something that made her heart hurt.
Watching her at the doorway, she wanted to tell her to stop, to come back, anything that would keep what she knew was going to happen from happening.
…
But she couldn’t speak.
>> "Please dinnae be here when Ah come back in th' morning."[/color]
And like that…it was over. Everything that Agnes sacrificed for, everything that she strived to help make her life better was dissolving away. In reality it probably would have been better to simply assume that Rebecca needed time to cool off and would come back. But deep down, Agnes knew that wasn’t the truth. The look on the redhead’s face, it told an entirely different story. A story of definite ends.
This story had come to an end.
Sniffling, tears dotting the corners of her eyes, Agnes looked about the room meekly, trying to find the will to do something, anything! Whether it be falling into a heap and crying, smashing something Rebecca owned, any kind of action would have been good now! But there simply was no will left in her for overly emotional displays. There would be many long days and nights of that later on.
Silently she set about gathering her clothes and overnight bag. Like an automaton she packed her things and dressed in her street clothes, eyeing the window in Rebecca’s room. She pushed it open. The cool, night air licked her features and chilled her enough to bring more tears to her eyes. With heavy wing beats, though, she lifted off the ground and slipped out into the night, overnight bag hanging over her shoulder.
In the end, she didn’t look back. F*** it, she thought. F*** it all…. And flew back for Juilliard. She was done.