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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Eventually, people might have to confront the notion that their loved ones were never going to return to their original ages. It was a possibility, and if it was the case, many people would be hit by the belated trauma of the loss they were holding onto. Until that day came, if it came, being optimistic was the right choice. Bring positivity, and let the universe provide you positive things in return.
Gemma could be hopeful, but if she was just waiting and clinging to her hope, she was not living her life to her fullest. Ez wanted to believe she could do both.
As expected, Gemma was occupying herself with the school. The way she deflated, she was clearly not letting herself do much else. The school was a responsibility, but it could be a crutch if Gemma wanted it to be. ”It’s a handful, but I’m sure you’re not the only one there. You can be your own adult while doing right by your school.”
Now that Gemma seemed to be listening to her, she decided to hazard an attempt and reach out to place a supportive hand on Gemma’s arm. ”It doesn’t have to be much. This is nice already, isn’t it? Just being out?” Ez was enjoying the ability to snack on something other than rocks, but Gemma was also pleasant company. Ez was happy to try being her friend, if Gemma would have her.
”I know good guidance counselors don’t generally make friends with lewd camgirls, but I promise not to take you to any risque clubs or anything,” she joked playfully. Though she would love to see a woman like Gemma out at a nightclub.
Ezmeralda was not one for high-class parties, but on paper, this would be more down-to-earth. Yes, there would be rich types there to donate to the cause, perusing the auctions and talking to one another. This was not Ezmeralda’s element, but once she decided on where to pass her reclaimed funds, she could retreat to the hot tubs. How classy could a party be when you were bringing teenagers and young adults to hang out in swimwear?
It was funny, because Catalina Pérez would have fit right in at something like this. The daughter of a rich family was dragged to plenty of charity functions. Ez was so far removed from that life, she was almost immediately targeted by some Karen who had words about her swimwear being inappropriate for a fundraising event.
The performer rolled her eyes. ”First of all, I’m absolutely dressed for a hot tub party,” which was what she was attending, last she checked. ”And it’s my ass, not the swimsuit. It’s just trying it’s best, so if your issue is with my ass, you can kiss it and move on.”
The older woman scoffed indignantly, storming away to another auction, being replaced by a handsome young man in a truly gaudy shirt. He was clearly here for the party, not the virtue signaling donations, which made her smirk. ’Opportunities or goods, I think. I haven’t been looking too closely. Just came into a lot of stolen money and figured I’d find an excuse to donate it,” she said in a joking tone, despite that being exactly what she was doing.
Ez gestured to the auctions, shrugging a shoulder. ”No clue what to bid on, though. Well, unless I can donate to remove that unfortunate shirt,” she teased. ”I’m Ez. Care to help me pick out a cause, handsome?”
Ezmeralda wanted to believe she gravitated to good. Well, when she was not actively hunting bad. She believed there was plenty of good in the world, even amidst the corruption and blight. A party held to support those affected by the de-aging crisis sounded like a good way to use positive energy to create more positive change, which was enough reason to check it out.
After a recent… interaction with a local, er, wannabe enterprising small businessmen currently out of business, Ez found herself flush with some extra cash. It was not an obscene amount, but after she set aside some cash for her gem budget, she passed the rest along to herself through fake Devotee donations. The party was playing host to a silent auction, which Ez believed to be the best way to pass along her ill-gotten gains to a good cause.
And yes, it was an excuse to attend what sounded like a classy party full of her swimsuit-clad peers. That was worth a night of her time. Maybe the cops could find it in their power to keep the streets safe so the Crystal Witch could enjoy a night off. After changing into her outfit of choice for the night, Ez chose to peruse the potential auctions on the outskirts of the room with a beer in hand. She considered Chirping about the event, but… well, her social media presence was not suited for promoting events like this.
Posted by Ezmeralda Diaz on Apr 22, 2020 22:47:28 GMT -6
The Veil
The Evocation Guild The Alchemist Guild
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Apr 25, 2023 12:39:59 GMT -6
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It was obvious in Gemma’s eyes she was planning to stick around for her husband. She loved him and she was the type of person who found purpose in being there for people. Pain or not, she would not leave him alone to his devices.
It was also obvious in Gemma’s expression that she did not feel comfortable with the line of questions Ez chose to explore. They were still meeting for the first time and Ez was not here to try confronting Gemma with difficult considerations. She just wanted to support this woman. Bring good where the universe was desperate for it.
”I promise I wasn’t implying… listen. I’m not saying to give up. I wouldn’t; we don’t know where the fates go from here.” Maybe the man would stay young forever and maybe he would be back by next Tuesday. Tarot cards would not spell out an answer like that.
Ezmeralda sighed, taking a moment with a bite of her muffin to compose more careful words. ”There’s just… there’s a difference between being there for him to return to and leaving yourself frozen in time until he gets back.” Ez wanted to reach out with a touch of comfort, but she refrained, because not everyone found comfort in unfamiliar contact. ”If you put yourself on hold to just wait and yearn on your own, you might wither away or go mad before he returns.”
Okay, maybe she could drop a tiny consideration to confront. ”How often are you going out from that school of yours? And trips to him or the police station don’t count.”
Positivity was important. It was the energy she wanted to put into the world. Too many people steeped themselves in their own negativity and wondered why the world returned that to them thrice. Well, they wouldn’t notice it happening thrice. That was on them for not paying attention to patterns. Even outside of her beliefs, everyone knew things happened in threes.
Honesty was also important, (when it did not involve outing her extracurriculars.) Ezmeralda spoke what was on her mind, and when you did that, occasionally you made people choke on their drinks. Ez stifled a chuckle with her hand and muttered an apology, not intending that little struggle moment.
As much as Ez did not see the flaw in her plan, Gemma had a point. Her husband was at a different stage of his life. He was closer to Ez’s stage, which was not a ringing endorsement. If someone tried to wifey her up right now, she’d run far and laugh along the way. She hoped this man was not like her, but could not blame him if he was.
”Okay, fair enough. I’d say you should try to stay available if he needs someone to talk to, but… well, I would understand if that hurt too much.” Being a confidante for a man who did not know how much you missed him or how hard it was to watch him live a life without you. It was not ideal, though she bet Gemma would still do it. She was already the noble martyr here, sadly.
And then there was the uncertainty of how this process worked. ”Well, he’s piecing together his own life. Have you considered doing the same?” She lifted her drink before stopping mid-sip, wanting to make sure she did not sound callous or crass. ”Not saying to jump back into the dating pool, though I promise you, the waters would be glad to have you back.” Ez had no doubts she’d catch plenty of eyes back out on the market.
Folding her arms atop the table, she rolled her neck to let a few soft cracks remedy some lingering stiffness. ”All I mean is you’re your own woman with your own life to live. I hope you aren’t falling into the pitfall of leaving yourself idling waiting for something to return.” Something no one could guarantee.
Evidently, the Crystal Witch’s informant only gave her partial information, likely because they only knew so much. That was the challenge of dealing with street-level thugs. This was the right place, but it appeared the timing was awful or fantastic, depending on what she was looking for. This scene she had stumbled into was not an exchange; it was preparation for an auction.
It was disgusting; rich snobs who played with people’s lives always were. CW kept to the rooftop as sharply dressed men and women took their seats and prepared to bid on human and-or mutant lives. It took effort not to burn the stones turning in her stomach.
While she was watching the faces entering the room, when she looked back to the stage and the curtain concealing a back area, she realized four new girls and two young men were behind the curtain. They were not there before. Were they snuck in that quickly? Was there a trapdoor in the stage?
When would the best time be to interrupt this charade of etiquette? What was her plan, exactly? She had some wind to burn to drop down. She could throw some fireballs, but those were not so widespread and she had to worry about guards. She also wanted to do as much damage as possible to everyone in that space that was not a captive. She hated the cement floors of the warehouse; fire would not spread on that. Maybe the panicking rich folk would spread it?
Okay, she had to focus her anger because someone successfully placed their bid for the underfed young woman being offered up on stage. This was no time for careful planning. She wished she had a fourth “slot” because mist would have been helpful to conceal her actions. She did not want to lose so much Tiger’s Eye in her, so with any luck, her stone skin would protect her from stray gunfire until she took care of the man on the stage with a large-caliber rifle.
Well, hopefully that was how the plan would work because the Crystal Witch had smashed the glass of the skylight window and she plummeted into the room. The shattering of glass was followed by gunshots-- her gunshots. Her fire was useless from this distance, so she spread some gunfire around the crowd and nearby guards.
As the ground came very fast, CW summoned the amethyst zephyr around her, angling and slowing her descent so she could slam into the rifle-wielding guard. She was certain he was not expecting a witch to fall from the sky. No one ever did.
CW turned to the man in charge, hoping to fling a fireball at him, but as she raised a hand she saw him do the same, holding his two hands two feet apart. “Cause trouble elsewhere, little girl.” The space between them distorted. Suddenly, CW felt her stomach turn, like she was losing her equilibrium. Like she was falling without the fall. What the...
Ezmeralda was not shy about her beliefs, but she was polite about delving deeper than invoking the Triple Goddess. No need to be preachy when she lived her life as a positive force against the destruction and negativity of the world.
That was why she was here, after all; Gemma deserved positivity and support. Even without the Lapis, Ez was glad she came out to meet the guidance counselor. ”Four kids? Hot mama, indeed,” she joked, ”but seriously, that’s quite a lot on your plate alone.” That was ignoring the kids she must have been responsible for in her work.
Stirring her latte with a thin wooden stirrer, Ezmeralda thought about what she would want to be doing in Gemma’s situation. Well, besides getting her husband back. ”Have you kept in touch with him? It might help jostle something for all we know? Or at the very least he’s still the same guy you married and you can seduce your twenty-something-year-old husband again,” the mused aloud, seeing the potential silver lining of nabbing the same guy again in his prime. ”You’d make a great cougar.” No personal thoughts or input there at all.
Sharing her name was something Ezmeralda did selectively. Her identity was something she held close because it was her protection. She had a vigilante identity and a camgirl identity that both needed to be kept safe and separate from Ezmeralda, and she had her forfeited identity as Catalina that Ezmeralda had to keep in the past. With a name for every purpose, she did not like crossing them up, but Gemma could have at least one more name.
"You should feel better," she assured her new friend, popping more muffin into her mouth before covering her mouth with her hand to continue, "the goddess clearly had us cross paths so I could eat this muffin."
Swallowing her morsel, Ez's smile softened to something more earnest. "Or more realistically, so you can talk things out. So..." How to carefully walk back into the touchy topic that brought them together. "How are you holding up? What is the current situation with your family life, I suppose I should ask."
When meeting someone from the internet, it was important to do it in a public place. That was internet safety 101. It also never hurt to pick somewhere you were familiar with, and Gemma had done just that. Whether that was a conscious choice to be cautious or she just really liked this place, Ez respected the choice she made. It was a cozy spot and not so far from Ez's own place that she could not make the occasional trip up to start her mornings.
Around Gemma, the personality-affecting powers of crystals were not present, leaving Ez in a default state. She was not a saint of empathy on lapis lazuli and she would not be a passionate seducer like she was on garnets, but she could still offer normal human levels of empathy and friendly compliments. Compliments made most people happy, and wasn't that the goal? It certainly brought some color to those flawless cheeks, which made the stunning older woman more human and accessible.
"Charmz is just the name online and I think we're past that," she decided, sipping her coffee and feeling the warmth radiate through her. "I'm Ezmeralda Diaz, but Ez is fine." She picked a very pretty name, but it was also a mouthful, so the ease of nicknaming was just as important when she made that choice.
Tearing off a small piece of her muffin, she popped it in her mouth, tasting it on her tongue. The rich, sweet flavors let a satisfied, "Mmm," slip out before she shook it off and smiled. "Sorry, my mutation means I typically don't... eat much."
Ezmeralda did not want to make a big deal of the odd feeling she was hit with, but Gemma noticed. It made sense; should a guidance counselor not be aware of the comfort and feelings of those around them? This was apparently something she was accustomed to, which made sense when she introduced herself as an adapted.
It was a rare type of person, but Ez had looked them up before. Adapteds were why Crystal Witch carried a gun, just in case. Thankfully, this adapted had no ill will toward Ez, as sharing a cup of coffee was as far from malicious intent as one could really get. "That does explain a lot. Thank you for letting me know," she replied, genuinely appreciating the clarity. "I'll go grab myself a coffee and rejoin you in a moment."
Turning back toward the barista, Ez waited for a kind old woman to mull over her order. The young witch could be patient; coffee was a blessed start to the day and was easily worth the time to consider. After placing her own order of a mocha latte, the barista asked if she would like something to eat with it. Initially ready to say no, Ez glanced back at Gemma and realized she had a rare opportunity here. After asking for a recommendation from the barista in her flirtiest tone, she returned to the table with her coffee and a chocolate banana nut muffin.
Eagerly claiming her seat, the camgirl settled in and reminded herself to focus first on the company she kept rather than the treat she was anticipating. "Sorry for the wait. And thank you for calling, really. It's always nice to find cozy new spots like this with good company. Gorgeous company, I might add." It was an honest addition. Maybe she had some pre-conceived notions of guidance counselors, but she was expecting a kind silver-haired woman, not a beauty of a woman. That poor de-aged husband did not know what he was missing, literally.
Ezmeralda was glad she did not go out fighting after her night show. She had slipped herself a small garnet later into the show when things got more... sultry, but if she had been out on the streets, she would have likely struggled to get to bed with the effect garnets had on her. It was fortunate because Gemma surprisingly wasted no time reaching out the next morning. Ez expected the counselor to wake up and question her choices, mull the offer over, and perhaps take a day or two to decide if it was worth meeting a random girl from the internet to talk about the state of her marriage.
They exchanged some texts in the morning and Gemma asked if Ez would meet her at a small cafe in Harlem. Ez did not mind coffee dates, because she still needed to drink and it made things less awkward than lunch or dinner when someone would have serious questions about why the young witch refused to eat.
With the weather finally taking a turn for the better, Ezmeralda picked out a layered skirt that came down to her knees (to be respectful of the counselor's sensibilities) and a midriff-baring croptop (to be respectful to herself) before heading out into the city.
When she walked into the cozy cafe and looked around, there were a couple of people sitting with their coffees. Ez could double-check her phone to confirm she was looking for the woman at the corner table, but she did not need to; the slow, nervous beathing was enough of a hint.
Striding over, Ez smiled broadly. "Yes, you definitely don't look like ShyBoy," she confirmed, getting close enough to offer her hand. "Gemma, I presume?" Her hand remained outstretched, but Ez's expression faltered briefly as she got close, because an unusual sensation struck her. She was always able to "feel" her crystals burning, but it was that low, omnipresent feeling she never noticed, like breathing or a heart-beating. When it suddenly went away, the absence was notable, if faint. Was she broken or something?
Considering the circumstances, Ezmeralda fully expected her offer to be met with indignation and a slew of derogatory comments about her profession and her nerve. Maybe that was why she was genuinely excited when Gemma did not turn her down immediately. She really wanted to be helpful and put more good into the world. It was always a blessing when someone was receptive to her good in whatever forms it might take.
After a quick, ten-digit message, Ezmeralda added:
Trusting that you are, in fact, not those things, that's my phone number. Call or text. Heck, facetime if you'd like but be prepared to see more of me when I pick up.
Taking another long, satisfied drink of her water, Ezmeralda looked back to the door of her bedroom and set the glass down.
Speaking of, you are right; I should get back to work. Gotta keep lonely people company and eventually shake my ass and take off my clothes. Feel free to stick around if you're into it. Or curious; no judgment here.
Smirking, Ezmeralda strolled back out of her small kitchen and into her bedroom. "Thanks for the patience, my devotees," she purred, reclaiming her spot on the bed. "Had to have a chat with a friend, but Charmz is back for the night. Aren't you all so blessed?" she asked with a teasing wink to the camera.
Ezmeralda was not a relationship person. She could not imagine what Gemma was going through, losing the person she relied on and trusted the most in the world. She did not have someone like that, but if she did, she could not imagine letting them go. Gemma did not have that choice, but she did make another choice. A much harder one, in Ezmeralda's opinion.
Sounds like you're shouldering two people's burdens yourself. That's noble. It also sounds lonely.
How exactly did Ezmeralda get herself into this situation? Truthfully, she knew, because it was a common one online. People needed the objective third party sometimes, and she was willing to bet a guidance counselor would understand that.
I'm sure a camgirl wasn't the one you thought you'd talk about this with, but I'm sure most of the people in your life knew your husband. If you need someone to talk to about this who just knows you, even if it's just to unload, let me know. If you're dealing with the de-aging, I'm guessing you're in New York, too. Hit me up.
She sent the message, feeling good about the choice she made, though she did hastily type out.
Also, considering that was me giving my real life location out, please don't be a creep, a murderer, or a horny teenage boy.
Asking about Gemma's husband was certainly a risky crossing of a line. Ez did not know if he was dead or working abroad or just some scumbag who left with a waitress in the night. What she did see in the tone of the message was a woman lamenting that her husband could help her if he was still around. On another night, she would have left that alone and allowed the woman her privacy, but she could not help herself on a blue night.
He was with the police sounded very ominous until the update. She corrected herself, though. The police were current and the school was in the past. Written out, tenses were important.
Then came the reveal. Gemma's husband was one of the de-aged. Ez had been following the stories, and if she was not wrapped up in looking for those responsible for mutant trafficking in her city, she would have looked further into the issue. Unfortunately, it just did not strike her as the kind of problem a vigilante could deal with unless there was a malicious agent out there responsible for it.
I'm sorry. I hope they find out how to fix it. I've heard government labs are working around the clock for a solution.
Unfortunately, from what she was hearing, those labs were SUPER, so she took that with a grain of salt.
How are you holding up? The de-aged don't remember, but you do. I can't even imagine.
It was honestly sweet, to a degree. A guidance counselor caring about her students enough to give a damn if they were looking for adult content. It was also naive in Ezmeralda's opinion, because you could not shield adolescents from the world when they became curious. Particularly if this was a school where students lived on-site, they were going to find content when puberty and self-discovery came calling.
Ultimately, she did understand the decision Gemma came to with 4Devotees in particular. This was an adult site. She just wondered where ShyBoy would go to next looking for a thrill and sexual affirmation.
No offense taken. Like I said, what I do is meant for adults.
She could have and should have left it there and returned to the stream, but something about that last comment stuck with her. Cautiously, she crafted the least invasive way to ask her question.
I'm sorry, by the way. Not having your husband around to help with this must be rough. Did he work with you at the school?
