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.
She did not sleep well and did not dream of large women.
She did, however, some into the world of the living with a hell of a headache that, for some odd reason, seemed totally worth it. She couldn’t exactly remember why, but she did remember the smell of lavender and the swell of a really comfortable yet oddly form breast; the best kind...well, she thought anyways. It was the only way she could describe Isabel's or Bentley's, so she guess she favored that kind of boob.
She opened her eyes with a slight moan, noticing her left eye was a bit slower to open, and didn't really open all the way. Well, that was a bummer. She closed yer eyes again, noticing the smell of lavender again and sighed heavily as she sniffed in as best she could. It really was a great smell, and she was glad she somehow got it on her. She's have to figure out how she could get some...curse Bentley and her sweet smelling ways. She was making her soft.
Her eyes suddenly snapped open as she realized that, hey, how COULD she be surrounded in this perfume when the last thing that she remembered was someone punching her in the face? She sat up, the icepack that was on her gave falling to the ground as she looked around, bewildered, before they settled on the pretty face of the woman that had done said knocking out. Briefly Ashley wondered how she missed the woman entirely in her first frantic moments of looking about but decided she didn't really care at the moment.
“Oh.” Ashley said, brilliantly as always. “Ummm...you. Sorry.”
It was oddly like looking into a slightly distorted mirror. The girl was like a different form of herself, and Ashley was oddly drawn in. She really didn't know what else to say and instead picked up the icepack that had fallen from her face and sat down, her face red from blushing despite the cold the ice pack was emitting. Despite feeling the woman's breasts (which were smaller then Ashley first imagined, but were no less nice) and believing that her actions were worth it, she still felt slight shame. It wasn't even like she did it on purpose.
“You...do this?” Ashley pointed to the icepack she held to her face. “Thanks.”
Ashley eyed Andrew for a moment, bleary eyed a moment after a yawn and nodded, giving her savior the smallest of shrugs. She had come to the conclusion that her relationship with the tiny dancer wasn't as complicated as she made it out to be, but it wasn't any less confusing since...well, to her knowledge she'd never been in a relationship before. But somehow she knew that Bentley was a good start.
“Yes.” Ashley answered shortly, then decided that elaborating would be a good thing for someone that just helped you out of a bad situation. “She's...girlfriend. Live with her.”
She really did hope that was the end of the conversation about her and Bentley. Calling the ballerina her girlfriend was bad enough. She liked to be private about certain things, and since she was relatively new to the world of dating, letting people know that Bentley was off limits and hers was about the start and end of it as far as other people were concerned. Well...that was her line of thinking anyways. She didn't know what Bentley would say.
>>"No problem Rhythm. I mean you were laying there bleeding on the doorstep. If I hadn't picked you up one of the other residents would have. Most folks here are of a decent sort."
Ashley nodded, glad that she had a place to go to that wasn't all bad. She didn't think it was, not really, but their open door policy she was told about was a tad odd to her. She wouldn't let any old hoodlums into her place, that was for sure, and she wondered what kind of person the guy who ran the place was.
>>"What'dya reckon Doc? A sit down and something to drink do her some good?"
“Yes, drink...” Ashley spoke up immediately, suddenly realizing how thirsty she was. “Ummm...water, please. Throat dry. Hurts.”
The Doc looked at Ashley up and down, nodding his approval. He gave Ashley a reassuring smile, the brunette returning the gesture mainly because The Doc deserved it, having saved her twice now. Ashley walked to Andrew and reached out, holding onto his sleeve like a little girl (a gesture she would normally despise but Andrew brought out in her) and looked at him to lead the way.
Ashley sighed, rolling her eyes at her own predicament. At least she still had her catsuit on, and the blood on it could easily be wiped off even if it did dry on. The thing was meant to protect Ashley from road rash, among other things, so a little blood wasn't that much of a problem. Still, she felt slightly confined at the moment so she reached up and pulled down her zipper, revealing the lacy bra on underneath. It was one of the new ones Bentley had gotten her, and she liked it because it felt nice.
“Bentley...” she muttered. “Gonna kill me.”
Well, not right away. She's be in a panic at first, bouncing from foot to foot before she finally got to slug Ashley good for worrying her. The thought made Ashley smile a tad, and it gave her enough energy to sit up by herself, but not without a thunderous grunt in the process of. She looked up to Andrew and nodded before hopping of off the hospital bed and onto shaky legs. She steadied herself before nodding to The Doc, then to Andrew.
“Mrrr.” she said brilliantly, shaking her head and putting a palm to her temple. “Thanks.”
It wasn't always glamorous to be a thief, even if you really didn't HAVE to be a thief. But there was no shame in taking the subway, especially since riding around on a stolen motorcycle that was fairly recognizable was highly ill advised. In fact, Ashley was fairly proud to be able to even go near one after her last experience, being blinded by Cree and brought BACK to The Sanctuary after her little...”tussle” with Isabel, despite not wanting to but...well, being blind kinda limited your choices. But that event was behind her, and setting foot in the subway was all that much easier now that people like Bentley and Andrew were in her life.
She took the time that was spent in the (very) crowded subway to contemplate how her life had changed from homeless street rat to...well, whatever version of a rat she was now. Bentley was a huge part of that, and Andrew was beginning to be. She still stole things rather then pay for them, but that wasn't because she liked to; she just didn't have any real life skills to help her get by. Reading and writing were hard enough, but doing what those cashier people did? Yeah, right.
The train jostled a bit, sending a few unsuspecting people (and some that were sleeping on their feet, Ashley was sure of it) off to the side. A slew of swears and apologies were heard, but when the train shook a little harder, Ashley was pushed forward. She reached out, falling against something soft. She clung to it a bit, liking the smell of lavender that suddenly surrounded her, but when she pushed herself up...she found her hands in a very unlikely place.
On the chest of someone else.
The brunette blink again, her mind suddenly going to all those anime shows she watched while she was at Bentley's, therefore her mind decided to copy them by giving the sizeable globes a small squeeze. Yup, they were real and ever so soft. She could feel the blood begin to rush to her face, the blush intensified by her own perverted thoughts (fueled by said anime) as she looked up into the furious face of the woman who's chest she was now groping.
Furious didn't even begin to describe it.
In fact, Ashley's mind was brought back to those animes yet again because the brunette swore she could see steam coming out of the woman's ears. Her face was red as well, but Ashley could tell this particular shade was because of anger, not embarrassment. The growl she was emitting was also very impressive, and Ashley took that moment to look slightly taken aback, as she didn't know anyone else that could growl as well as she did. But the reality crashed down upon her when blue-green eyes flashed open, and Ashley's face almost went slack at the anger she cold see in them.
When she woke up, it was to the glorious site of The Doc and Andrew. She couldn't speak, still paralyzed, and all she could do was blink. Still, she could feel her senses returning, and she began to twitch in an effort to move. She was grateful that she was here though, and really couldn’t have hoped for someone better to find her. Andrew was a nice guy, probably one of the only nice guys she knew. A bit on the thick side if she judged him on his past actions of charging a huge spike mutant guy with no real protection, but a good guy all around anyways.
She growled, which was a good thing because she wasn't able to before. Andrew had put her on the bed and was staying close by as The Doc looked her over, letting her twitch and only raised an eyebrow when Ashley emitted the growl. There was a slight twinkle in his eye as he watched Ashley fight the seemingly temporary paralysis.
“Well now, isn't that fearsome.” Doc said, clearly amused as he pushed Ashley down on the table. “Rhythm, was it? What seems to be the problem?”
At that point Ashley could almost feel herself scream...but it came out in a small whine that sounded as pathetic as she felt. Her desperation clearly shone in her eyes, and her twitching had died down to mere jerks of her appendages. She could change her facial expressions though, and her gritted teeth and knitted eyebrows seemed to be enough for The Doc to understand.
“Hmmm.” The Doc nodded thoughtfully. “Well, if I remember correctly, Ms. Rhythm had a sort of speech impediment the last time we saw. And I do not think it would regress to the point of being unable to talk, so clearly something happened to take her speech away. And she's not moving despite now being conscience...”
The Doc muttered a bit more, his words lost as he poked Ashley over, his hands touching her face as that was where the blood seemed to be centralized. He opened her eyes wide, as well as her mouth and looked into her ears with some device whose name Ashley didn't know. Another wave of pain hit Ashley, and this seemed to make her regain control of her body because her hand shot up, clapping on the side of her face and her temple. She let out a small yowl before The Doc pulled her back.
“Ah...headache. Migraine, more like it. Let me help you child.” The Doc put his hands back on her face and Ashley felt almost immediate relief. She collapsed back onto the table, breathing hard, the only discomfort now coming from the slight hiccups and the occasional cough from the blood that was still in the back of her throat. The Doc smiled down at Ashley, nodding. “There you go my dear, all better? Odd how this all came about. Sudden, was it?”
Ashley nodded, closing her eyes. “Yes.” she croaked. “No fighting. Just...there. Dunno why.”
They say all good things, must come to some kinda ending...
But enough quoting Christian Kane. This was serious.
For Ashley, it really didn't mean the end. More like...a slight interruption. But the pain in her head and her chest eventually became too much to ignore. She was on her way to show Bentley her new motorcycle (freshly stolen, of course) when the pain had hit. She passed it off as a headache, but by the time she was in front of the ballerina's house the small headache had turned into a full blown migraine that threatened to make her head fall off. Or something.
Her only recourse were two places (since a hospital was out of the question for her); Sanctuary or the Mansion. Sanctuary was out because she still had a sore spot for Isabel. Mansion...well, The Doc was okay in her book, as he took care of her gunshot wound that those cops had stupidly gave her in a matter of seconds, so maybe this migraine thing would be a cinch for him. She turned her motorcycle around, slightly regretting putting on her catsuit so soon after getting it. It wasn't broken in at all and while it still protected her, it'd be a bitch to get out of if The Doc asked her to.
She almost crashed her bike twice on the way to the Mansion, her vision blurring a few times as the pain began to get more intense. Still, as she asked for The Doc (and Andrew for good measure) when she got to security, they let her in. Why they looked slightly panicked (though in that oddly professional manners guards tend to have) when she lifted the visor of her full helmet was beyond her, but she didn't pay it any mind either. She drove up to the Mansion as steadily as she could, eventually stopping by the front entryway and getting off before collapsing to her knees.
She pulled off her helmet and winced as suddenly the noise all around her became louder then she thought possible. Her helmet had protected her against the noise, muffled it but now it was as clear as day. She covered her ears, gritting her teeth as the sudden noise attack was replaced by the pounding of her own blood...blood that was now spilling on the concrete. She narrowed her eyes, feeling the liquid roll down her cheeks and, taking a hand away form her ear, wiped the liquid away...and noticing it was blood, as well as the blood that was already on her glove.
Well...bleeding from your eyes and ears. Not a good sign.
Therefore she wasn't surprised when she coughed, sending the red liquid splattering all over the ground. She let her body get it all out before getting a knee up to get to her feet...but falling forward on her face. She couldn't move a muscle, and her body was refusing to move. She couldn't hear anything but the rushing of her own blood and she couldn't move anything. She felt paralyzed, and it then that she decided that panicking was probably a good idea.
But her mind decided that shutting down would be the best next move, and Ashley fell to unconsciousness, her last thought that of hoping that whoever found her would be there to help, and not something more...sinister.
They say all good things, must come to some kinda ending...
But enough quoting Christian Kane. This was serious.
For Ashley, it really didn't mean the end. More like...a slight interruption. But the pain in her head and her chest eventually became too much to ignore. She was on her way to show Bentley her new motorcycle (freshly stolen, of course) when the pain had hit. She passed it off as a headache, but by the time she was in front of the ballerina's house the small headache had turned into a full blown migraine that threatened to make her head fall off. Or something.
Her only recourse were two places (since a hospital was out of the question for her); Sanctuary or the Mansion. Sanctuary was out because she still had a sore spot for Isabel. Mansion...well, The Doc was okay in her book, as he took care of her gunshot wound that those cops had stupidly gave her in a matter of seconds, so maybe this migraine thing would be a cinch for him. She turned her motorcycle around, slightly regretting putting on her catsuit so soon after getting it. It wasn't broken in at all and while it still protected her, it'd be a bitch to get out of if The Doc asked her to.
She almost crashed her bike twice on the way to the Mansion, her vision blurring a few times as the pain began to get more intense. Still, as she asked for The Doc (and Andrew for good measure) when she got to security, they let her in. Why they looked slightly panicked (though in that oddly professional manners guards tend to have) when she lifted the visor of her full helmet was beyond her, but she didn't pay it any mind either. She drove up to the Mansion as steadily as she could, eventually stopping by the front entryway and getting off before collapsing to her knees.
She pulled off her helmet and winced as suddenly the noise all around her became louder then she thought possible. Her helmet had protected her against the noise, muffled it but now it was as clear as day. She covered her ears, gritting her teeth as the sudden noise attack was replaced by the pounding of her own blood...blood that was now spilling on the concrete. She narrowed her eyes, feeling the liquid roll down her cheeks and, taking a hand away form her ear, wiped the liquid away...and noticing it was blood, as well as the blood that was already on her glove.
Well...bleeding from your eyes and ears. Not a good sign.
Therefore she wasn't surprised when she coughed, sending the red liquid splattering all over the ground. She let her body get it all out before getting a knee up to get to her feet...but falling forward on her face. She couldn't move a muscle, and her body was refusing to move. She couldn't hear anything but the rushing of her own blood and she couldn't move anything. She felt paralyzed, and it then that she decided that panicking was probably a good idea.
But her mind decided that shutting down would be the best next move, and Ashley fell to unconsciousness, her last thought that of hoping that whoever found her would be there to help, and not something more...sinister.
She she was liked. Well...she kinda knew that. Bentley was a trusting soul though, and it really came to no surprise to Ashley that Bentley liked her. The ballerina was the type that probably liked a lot of people just because it was in her nature to do so. Ashley ducked her head a bit, blushing madly until Bentley pressed with the question about her power. She looked back, smiling. She usually didn't like talking about her power but usually had no problem blurting out what it was when someone asked. With Bentley it was different.
“Music.” Ashley said, smiling just a bit. “Makes me stronger.” she held up her arm and flexed. She was already pretty well defined because of her Muay Thai training, so it really was a silly gesture but she felt the need to make it. “Also faster. And...ummm...last longer. Like, in fighting.”
Explaining her power was always difficult, but she was fairly positive that would be a sufficient explanation for Bentley. She was a smart girl, after all, and explaining it any more would probably make Ashley sound like a fool. Plus, she was getting more comfortable in the place, and even her clothes weren't too bad, despite being so small. She found she liked showing off a bit of skin...well, to Bentley anyways. Probably not anyone else.
“So...what now?” Ashley spoke up after a moment of comfortable silence. “I mean...want me around? I can be bodyguard. Need one, anyways. Always getting hurt. Don't like it.”
Ashley looked the man up and down, then nodded. Yeah, the guy was good looking enough, and was polite enough as well. At least he didn't exude slime like most of the guys she's met in her life, and that was a huge plus. Also, he looked like he showered. And while this was a practice Ashley was now getting used to thanks to Bentley, it was something she tried her hardest to do before even when she was homeless...something most of her fellow bums considered less then necessary.
>>”Sorry Miss but the shop isn't currently up and running. Look, even though we're not technically open at the moment I'd be more than happy to help you if you are broken down.”
Ashley looked at the outstretched hand for a moment before taking it. It was a solid handshake, and Ashley returned with her own strength. It wasn't what it could be without her music, but it was firm enough. She wanted to make sure this guy knew she was serious, and not some stupid girl that was just waiting to be scammed.
>>”My name's Geo miss, owner and head mechanic of this place. And you might be?”
“Need a bike.” Ashley said shortly, completely ignoring the question as to her identity and pulling out a picture of exactly what she wanted. A Ducati, if Ashley was right, one of Whistler's favorites. “Do you have? Or...can you build?”
She didn't have the cash, of course, and planned on stealing the thing at the first possible opportunity. Modifying it to how she wanted wouldn't be TOO hard, but making it look different and such would be simple. She'd have to ask Bentley on how to get it registered...or whatever it took to make it hers, legally. Last thing she wanted was to outrun the poilce for whatever reason. Not again, anyways.
Ashley's vision was clearer, though still unnaturally bright. She still didn't bother to answer the question the other woman had asked, and instead focused on walking. She knew the place they were at, having been here not too long ago, and really wasn't interested in being back. Isabel was in there somewhere, Ashley thought, and she REALLY wanted to avoid her at all costs at the moment. The feelings she bore were to raw and the wounds were much to open for her to deal with. She stopped and stood still, shaking her head and refusing to walk any further as the three women were in front of the Sanctuary.
“No. Don't wanna go.” Ashley sniffed, aware of how childish she sounded but not caring. “I...don't wanna see. Someone, I mean. Ummm...problems.”
Well, that was vague enough to work. She was appreciative of the help that was offered, but Cree had said the effect wouldn't last long. Already her vision was clearing from a field of pure white to a mistier version of the world and she was glad for it. She was sure in a couple of minutes she was going to be able to have her sight back and then she could get away from this place.
“Getting better.” Ashley pointed to her eyes, blinking a few times. “Sorry, for being trouble. But...I must leave. Please.”
“Mrrr.” Ashley responded, not sure how to continue. “He mutant too. Forgot though. What it is, I mean...”
Ashley looked to Bentley with a cocked head. The human was a curious example of how good a person can be if not exposed to how crappy life could really get. She was naïve but right then and there Ashley decided to protect her from the city and her own nature. It wasn't an insult to the ballerina, Ashley just knew from the moment she met the girl that she really didn't have much of an idea how city life worked, especially in a place like New York.
“Bentley.” Ashley called, her voice going an octave lower. “Before, when we met. You...invited me. Up here. And now, again. What you want...from me?”
She thought it was a legitimate question. Friendship, was it? That was good. But something inside Ashley made made her wanna reach out and touch Bentley and never let go of the girl's amazing warmth and capacity for understanding. Maybe it tied into Bentley's nativity, but she HAD invited Ashley up the first time they met. And now she was taking care of Ashley like they'd been friends forever.
“Am I...charity?” Ashley growled, not in a angry way, but in a way that let Bentley know that if it was the case then she would be very displeased.
The redhead looked up at this, looking at Kealey with curiosity. Honestly, even though Ashley had invited her to sit she really didn't expect the girl to do so. But Ashley supposed that maybe the blond was having fun in her own way and had decided to take a chance to talk to a stranger. That was perfectly acceptable, and Ashley smiled, something she blamed Bentley on her doing more and more.
>>“Sheesh…we’re kindred spirits there. I suppose that’s the world we live in though…It’s nice on days like today when one can mix business and pleasure.”
Ashley nodded at Kealey's words, not really knowing what kindred spirits was but liking the sound of it anyways. Ashley inwardly smiled, though. It wasn't too long ago that no one would approach her at all because of her gruff nature and equally rough look. With Bentley's help, though, she was becoming more...normal? Was that the word? She smiled; well, that was something. It as amazing what some new clothes and the warmth of companionship could do.
>>”Well, even if you think you’re rusty. I think you sound lovely. I’d love to be able to play like that.”
Ashley scoffed, rolling her eyes in a playful manner and giving Kealey a coy look before strumming her guitar again, belting out some more random tunes. As much as she wanted to be she wasn't much of a conversationalist, but there wasn't harm in trying. Whistler had once told her that she had the look of a Listener, someone that people that talked a lot could easily talk to. So Ashley tried her best to get that part of her personality rolling.
“Thanks.” Ashley responded, a light blush on her cheeks. “This for project? School, I mean. The pictures?”
Watching the little girl flail around was vastly amusing to Ashley, but she didn't let it show with anything more then raised eyebrows and an ever so slight smile. She made quite the adorable spectacle running into the kitchen (was she was really that graceful in everything she did?) and looking slightly crestfallen when she announced the pizza was ruined. Ashley's stomach protested a bit at the announcement but she merely nodded.
Another mad dash (she was so quick! And those legs...) was made to her gym bag was also shot down because it had been destroyed a bit earlier when Ashley had saved the small girl from certain...doom? Whatever. Ashley didn't want that look of disappointment to last, as she was far to used to the girl with either a concerned look or something vibrant.
Ashley got up (taking a moment to be very unfeminine and fix the boy shorts that were riding up on her) and bent down, fishing the cell phone she had stolen out of her pocket. She straightened up, touching her elbows to her back for a moment before hearing the satisfying 'cracks!' coming from her back and then held out the phone to the ballerina, a hopeful look on her face.
“Ummm...” Ashley put on what she hoped was a wining smile. “Use mine?”
>>“Oh. That’s odd. I just met a guy named Andrew.”
Ashley nodded. From what she got the guy did get around. He was nice enough and seemed like the overly heroic type, if rushing into a scene and bashing a mutant four times his size was any indication. Still, he DID smell good, and he WAS nice so he couldn't be all bad. She looked up to Bentley and tilted her head.
“Not hard...to miss.” Ashley tapped her finger to her chin. “Tall, brown hair. Polite. Good talker. Smells good too. Like...ocean. I think.”
It was something like that. A lot had happened since then so she really couldn’t remember. It had been a crazy start to an adventure that hadn't really stopped, all accumulating to getting kidnapped by some psycho and getting dumped into her current situation. Still, it was nice to be taken care of, and Bentley was probably one of the sweetest people Ashley had ever known.
“Mrrr...” Ashley sniffed. “Smell funny...”
Ashley was looking at Bentley when she said this, but the comment wasn't directed at her. Her head slowly swiveled to the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at the small billow of smoke coming from it. She liked to cook, as it was one of the things Whistler had taught her how to do, and smoke was usually a bad sign. Worse if it was black. She quirked an eyebrow at Bentley and pointed.
“Ummm...pizza.” she pointed to the kitchen. “It done, I think.”
