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.
>>"Rhythm? It is okay, I am here. Are you mutant? What can you do?"
How could it be a secret now? Ashley nodded, now gripping the side of the bed as the song seemed to dim when she spoke, just a tad. The redhead growled loudly now, a usual form of communication for her normally but was now just a way for her to express the sudden...whatever the hell this was that was happening to her. She could feel whatever materiel the bed was made of bend underneath her grip and one of the coherent thoughts that Ashley thought was 'Don't grab Blue Eyes!'.
“I...am.” Ashley gasped, gritting her teeth and unintentionally spittling a bit. “Music, song...makes me stronger. Faster...”
Anything more was cut off as Ashley suddenly felt like everything inside of her 'whooshed' away, leaving nothing behind. The song, the strength and power...gone. She collapsed back onto the mussed up pillows and breathed hard, her muscles aching and her wounded shoulder bleeding from some popped stitches. Ashley glanced at the wound and moaned. Those would need to be redone.
“So...” Ashley looked back to Effy and gave a meek smile. “Good for you, too?”
>>"Thank you. You are safe. Dis is a safe place. Mutants come here because normal doctors don't always like them. But in here it doesn't really matter."
Well, it was just as Ashley had heard. The Isis Clinic was safe for mutants. At least she had a place to go to when she couldn't reach the Mansion or Sanctuary. She was about to respond when a tightness gripped her stomach for a moment, making Ashley blink a moment later when it was gone. In another room someone had turned a radio on, the same one she'd heard before she had gone to sleep (or passed out, whatever).
The moment passed and with knitted eyebrows Ashley looked up to Effy, about to question her about the feeling when it returned, this time making her body spasm. The song playing was a bit muffled but her was making her strength augment, and she could feel the telltale signs of it activating. But this time it was different, this time it was burning through her like lava. She gave a loud growl, curling up into the fetal position before straightening out again on the bed, moaning softly.
“I...uhhh...Blue Eyes...” Ashley called out, her hand reaching out the blonde. “This...drugs?”
Suddenly the music (Kanye West's Stronger) became a bit more clear then it should have and Ashley stopped moving. Just a moment ago it was muffled, sounding like it was being filtered through a wall; because it WAS. Now, it was as if the music was playing in the same room as her. She smiled a bit then, as this was a familiar feeling. Being surrounded by the music was something she did every day.
But this was...off. Wrong.
She knew the limits of her own strength. She spent hours, days, WEEKS trying to figure out how far she could go. She pushed and pushed, training and taking time limits...all to know as much about herself as she could. But now...now she felt as if that cap on her limit was not just taken off but BLOWN off, and the strength she felt was incredible. It was massive to what it was before, and as exhilarating as it was Ashley couldn’t help but feel...scared.
>>"No, I just live here at the clinic. Sebastian is kind of my, you know, foster father. I help out when I have de time."
The redhead nodded understandingly. Apparently Blue Eyes was one of the lucky ones, one of the girls that got a home and got to keep it. She shouldn't judge but Ashley couldn't help but feel a surge of jealousy at that. Well...it didn't matter. It was petty and she was being stupid. She didn’t let this show, however, and merely nodded her head again, clearing her thoughts. Maybe the drugs were wearing off after all, just a tad.
>>"I can't heal, I am sorry."
Ashley shrugged at this. “You heal me. Give me water, food.” Ashley took a hand again and rubbed her stabbed shoulder gently. “Shoulder fine. Also, you stay, talk. Make sure, you know? I'm okay?”
Ashley smiled goofily again.
“Also, you...make me comfortable. Easy, like...I know you for long time.” she closed her eyes. “Make me feel...safe. Pretty eyes, blue like...like sky. Trusting. Sound like healer to me.”
>>"No you can not. You are too weak, and your wound is deep. You have to wait for Sebastian. He heals people."
Well it wasn't like Ashley wasn't expecting the rejection of her release. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Well, she couldn't blame the blonde, really, as she was just looking out for her patient. She could respect that, even admire it. Briefly Ashley, from the corner of her eye, sized up the blond and thought yeah...she could take Blue Eyes. But the thought made Ashley's stomach turn and she berated herself for such thoughts. She was a healer, after all. How could Ashley ever hurt her?
>>"So, where are you from? I am from Russia."
“Chicago.” Ashley offered back, shrugging. It was only where she lived, as she really didn't know where she was born. “Lived there with father. Taught Muay Thai.” Ashley weakly lifted up an arm and pretended to flex. “Why I'm like this. Unattractive, no? Muscle on girls.”
Ashley made a noncommittal growl and put her arm down. She never really thought about such things until Isabel and Bentley, but there you had it. She still wouldn't take back her training even if it meant never being with anyone ever again. But it WAS a lonely existence, and Ashley figured she was just feeling a tad sorry for herself.
>>"Eat it slowly and you won't throw up. And no, I bought it. And my name is Effy. Efimia. What's yours?"
It was deja vu, Ashley thought, as she cocked her head slightly and looked at the woman before her. She could have sworn they just had this conversation not too long ago. Still, she wracked her brain trying to figure out if she had told Effy her name. Well, she must have because she knew the blonde's name, right? She had to have asked first because Ashley never volunteered her name for anything. Ever.
“Rhythm.” Ashley responded, her whiskey on the rocks voice going an octave lower as she knitted her eyebrows. “And you Blue Eyes. Effy.”
She nodded, a bit pleased with herself as she leaned back into the pillows. She looked down to her shoulder, putting a hand to the stitches and wincing. Yeah, that was going to leave a scar. She was lucky the blade was serrated in any way otherwise she'd be in trouble. It wasn't he first encounter with a knife and it wasn't likely to be her last, but this time she was just lucky it didn’t hit anything important.
This time.
“Ummm...Blue Eyes...” Ashley muttered, lowering her voice a bit. “Can I...go? Yet?”
>>"Easy, easy. Do not make your wound bleed again. You are fine."
Ashley watched the precise, controlled movements of the woman that was, for some reason, watching over here like a hawk. One didn't survive out long in the streets of New York without being at least a LITTLE paranoid, and that instinct was kicking in now...well, trying to, but the drugs were beating back coherent thought with a very big wiffle bat...or something.
Ashley giggled at her own stupid thought, then immediately shut up as soon as she realized the sound that was coming out of her mouth. Ashley Aran did NOT giggle. Ashley Aran kicked ass and took names, god damn it. She repeated this firmly inside of her muddled head for a few moments before giving a determined nod. Yeah, she showed that stupid giggle who as boss.
>>"Drink. I got you some chocolate too. Sugar is good for you."
So preoccupied she was in waging war with her own thoughts was Ashley that she didn't notice Effy's offer of chocolate. She also didn't even notice the woman had helped her sit up, though the smell of her (roses) still hung in the air around the redhead. It was pleasant, just like everything else about the stunning blond. Ashley took the water and gulped it, coughing a bit before biting into the chocolate. It as divine; she never really partook in the consumption of sweets (preferring more filling foods) and closed her eyes in pleasure as she swallowed.
“This...good.” Ashley took another bite, looking over to the woman beside her. “You make, Blue Eyes?”
The redhead let out a tiny growl of discomfort, blinking weary eyes as she slowly put a hand up to her forehead. Ashley wasn't used to waking up somewhere so warm, but she was VERY unused to waking up in a drug induced stupor. Her mouth was dry and her body ached...well, her shoulder ached anyways, the rest of her body just seemed very stiff. She looked over to see the kind woman with luminous blue eyes and gave a goofy smile.
“Blue Eyes...” she mumbled before attempting to sit up. “What...what's – grrrr...!”
She fell back to the bed (this growl a bit louder), clutching her shoulder. Okay, so maybe putting any kind of weight on a shoulder that was stabbed probably wasn't a good idea. Ashley decided to file that under 'Duh!' along with the rest of the things that required common sense that she didn't do anyways. So she laid still, trying to keep her head from swimming.
Effy seemed a tad upset, or maybe even exasperated, Ashley couldn't tell which. Those sparking blue eyes rolled themselves at Ashley's words, and while such an action probably would have irritated most, Ashley was simply obedient towards the overlying tell; shut up and lay still. Of course she was more polite about it, and through her words Ashley could tell this was something she had to do all the time...or at least played the part well. Either way.
>>"You are not going anywhere injured like dis. We patch you up, and den we wait for the healer to come back, and den you get healed, and den you go. A few hours, not more. You can't go out like dis, you would faint in two minutes."
“But...”
>>"Don't worry you are safe here."
Truly Ashley had no reason to believe her, but she did. Ashley laid back and sighed heavy, her eyes slightly lidded from whatever they were giving her to help with the pain. She heard music coming from another room and she smiled slightly. Okay, Effy said she was safe. Maybe she said that to all the girls but Ashley trusted her. To add to the comfort, the music she was listening to washed over her and she felt her strength augment. Well, at least if she were attacked or something she knew she could defend herself juts a tad before she died of blood loss.
“Thank you.” Ashley said, locking her gaze about those baby blues. “Your eyes...they nice. You know? Kind.”
>>"You are not going anywhere soon. No until you are healed. And it is not my job to call the cops. Sebastian can decide dat later."
“But – ugh!” Ashley cried out as the nurse did something particularly painful with her wound. In passing Ashley thought maybe it was to get her to shut up, but stab wound or not she wasn't going to jail for something like this. “How long? Until healed?”
She just needed a guess, an estimate...a guesstimate, if you will. She inwardly chuckled, thinking only maybe that it was due to the blood loss that she was thinking such silly thoughts anyways. All she knew was that if she made a break for it when she was maybe even halfway patched up that maybe Bentley could help her out...maybe get Andrew over there somehow so she could get properly healed at the Mansion. She thought of Isabel briefly, but since she really didn't know how to get a hold of her she was out of the question.
“I...can't stay.” Ashley muttered, looking towards those brilliant eyes again. “Need to see...someone. Just, fix a little? I can pay, later. No trouble for you, really.”
...okay, it wasn't until after the few seconds of silence did Ashley realize how incredibly shady that sounded, but it was out there and she couldn't take it back. Whatever. Plus, it was true. She wanted to see Bentley, right? Well, more out of boredom (and hunger) then actual NEED, but it was still based on truth!! She couldn’t control how the woman with the radiant eyes and funny accent (and the nurse) would take it, but maybe life could cut the redhead a break.
She would never admit it to anyone, ever, but Ashley was terrified. Sure, she'd been shot before and THAT had sucked, but she'd been healed and all her injuries went away like they were never there. Not this time, obviously, and the injecting of the various...whatever they were injecting in her was making her go nauseous. She almost felt herself go a bit green in the face but kept her composure. The woman next to her, Effy (odd, name, really, but fitting) had a bedside manner that rivaled Andrews.
>>"You are going to be fine. How did you get stabbed?"
The redhead struggled with herself but turned away from the pretty blond. “I...stole.” Ashley gritted her teeth as the nurse renewed her cleaning efforts of the wound. “Needed things.”
Well, one thing. The trenchcoat was purely cosmetic but Ashley really couldn’t see herself without one. Her old one was one of a kind, as it buttoned up all the way to her nose. This one didn't, but it was still soft and warm and that was all that mattered. The phone was so she could eventually call Bentley someday because she really thought seeing the little ballerina was important. Something inside of her urged her to make sure that meeting happened.
“You're...going to tell? Cops?” Ashley stuttered out as the nurse continued to do her duty. At this point she really wasn’t worried. It wasn't too long ago that they had shot her, and she believed they owed her one for that. Plus, taking on Spikes (or whatever his name was) had to count for SOMETHING. “Gimmie...head start? Please?”
Well, no one's ever really given her a nickname before. Ashley supposed that could be because she only gave people her alias and nothing else. Still, she liked the sound of it and decided she wouldn't stop the girl from addressing her as such. Ashley was happy that she was help to the girl in any way, as doing a good deed was..well, something she felt obligated to do, ever since Andrew and Lydia.
>>"Don't worry Red, we'll get you to a hospital. Oh and about the vision, give it a couple minutes and the lights will come back on ok? Don't worry I've got ya."
“As you wish.” Ashley replied without thinking, thought she thought nothing of it. Being blinded was a wholly new experience, and Ashley didn't think she was taking it too well.
For example, the words spoken to and around her seemed so loud now that she couldn’t see, and it overwhelmed her. She felt herself picked up and dragged (or lead depending on who you asked) to what she could only assume was outside where the vehicle the other girl was talking about. It was all so confusing without actually being able to SEE anything, and she always felt like she was going to trip and fall on her face or something.
She felt herself get into a car (or a van, as it had a sliding door) and lead to a sea, where she sat down. She buckled herself in, glad to do something for herself since this whole nightmare began. She was glad that someone else from The Sanctuary was there to help because god only knew what would have happened if she wasn’t. At the moment she felt rigid, her non-seeing eyes staring straight forward as her hand wandered a moment, gripping on the lap next to her for just a split second before she pulled back.
“Sorry.” she mumbled under her breath. “Just...scared.”
Ashley growled as she stumbled forward, one of the nurses getting near enough to catch and steady her. Ashley wanted to pull away, more out of instinct then anything else, but the fight was slowly leaking out of her in the form of her blood and she really didn't know how much longer she was going to be conscience at this point.
The nurse began to half walk half drag the redhead to a room, and Ashley did her very best to help the nurse along. She was quite surprised at how stoic the woman was being about carrying Ashley, but then again she supposed nurses and doctors alike saw a lot of things like this all the time. The jolting pain grew worse, however, and Ashley growled again, louder this time, from deep in her throat (a talent she'd always had, much to the amusement of others).
>>"It is okay. The healer will be back soon, until then just relax, we are going to take care of you. My name is, um, Efimia, you can call me Effy. What's yours?"
The strange thick accent that was assaulting Ashley's ears (in a good way, she found) was coming from a blond bombshell a bit off to her left. First impressions were everything, Ashley knew, because her surrogate father had told her. Also, she was pretty sure this one left quite the impression everywhere she went looking as she did. In her stabbed state even Ashley couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful she was, but she said nothing until they were in the room.
The nurse gently took off Ashley's trenchcoat and tossed it aside on the floor, next using scissors to cut off the redhead's wife beater (and tossing those scraps to the floor as well) before laying her down on the table. Ashley was glad that her sports bra was kept on (modesty and all that) as she really didn’t want to reveal more then she had to. As it was she knew her body was trying to make her blush as her eyes came in contact with the piercing blue eyes of the woman with the funny accent, but unfortunately the blood was leaking and really couldn't make it to her face.
“I'm...Rhythm. Ashley said through gritted teeth s the nurse began to make the wound stop bleeding. “Sorry...for troubling. Don't mean to.”
Ashley held the bloody card in her hand, wincing as she did so. The stab wound on her shoulder hurt like a beast and the more she walked the more she jostled it around. It wasn't like she was cutting deep into the pockets of the cash cow that was...whatever that store was. It was just convenience after all that they happened to have a cool looking black trenchcoat and a disposable cell phone she could use. Of course NOW the trenchcoat had a cut in it from the stab she had received from the store owner and most of that area was soaked in blood.
Last time she ever hit a mom and pops place, ever. Those people were serious about their business. She knew that most of them packed guns, but she also knew a lot of those family owned businesses were hesitant to use them. Unregistered guns were...well, not good, even if they were used in self defense. The store owner Ashley had jacked had circumvented this whole problem by using a knife. A BIG knife, and even with her augmented speed she had barley made it out without the loss of anything vitally important.
Little Chinese guy was FAST.
The black of the coat camouflaged the blood though (for now) and Ashley already had a destination in mind. The Iris Clinic was a place she'd heard of but never really considered going to. She didn't like doctors in general, and the Mansion was to far for her to get too without losing too much blood. She contemplated calling Bentley (she had enough time to enter in the girl's number before the blood washed it off) but decided that maybe the next time they meet should be on better ground then a stab wound.
Her destination in view, Ashley stumbled a bit as she hit her opposite shoulder into a building and winced. Gritting her teeth she walked on for what felt like forever until she stumbled into the clinic, nearly falling over and instead landing heavily on her knees. She pulled her hand out from under her trenchcoat and slapped it on the floor, decorating it with a bloody hand print as she got to her feet, though weak kneed, and looked to see people staring, including the receptionist. Calmly, Ashley took a step forward.
The writing Bentley was doing on her hand tickled like no one's business, but Ashley struggled to keep from laughing, or giggling or any other very un-Ashley like activities such as those. In truth, Ashley barley knew how to read but had no trouble deciphering the number's Bentley wrote down as her phone number, followed by her name. She stared at the elegant writing and looked from her hand to Bentley and then back to her hand before nodding. She didn't have anything to write the number down ON but figured she could probably steal one of those little black books she saw at those tiny gift shops everywhere. She opened her mouth to say something but was suddenly locked into a rather intense gaze from the ballerina.
>>“Call me if you ever need anything. Anything.”
The redhead swallowed hard. A gaze like that she expected from other people that had more...body mass or something, people more intimidating. But the girl was dead serious, she actually, genuinely wanted to see Ashley again at a later date for...something or other. At this point in time she was pretty sure she could call Andrew and MAYBE Isabel (if she could stomach the encounter again) for help for anything. And now...this girl.
So...they were friends. Ashley smiled then, something she found herself doing a lot the more she was around the little ballerina. It felt...weird to be even a bit happy after everything with Isabel but she was, and she didn't even feel a tinge of guilt because of it. Whistler had once told her that friends were meant to be kept close because the ones that stuck by you through thick and thin were as close as family. And Ashley saw great potential in the friendship between herself and Bentley.
“Y-yeah...” Ashley stuttered for a moment, looking down at her hand. “I'll...get phone. Call you...later?” Ashley smiled as she took Bentley's hand in her own and gave it a small kiss on the top. She wasn't sure why, but it felt right. “Keep coat. I'll get new one.”
With a small wink and a wave, Ashley turned on her heel and walked back towards the park, shoving her headphones on her head while doing so.
Ashley never really watched television, mainly because it bored her. She did like the cartoons and anime, but she hardly got any of those when she broke into any hotel room and even if she did she never knew when they were on. But sometimes when she watched (because she didn't want to go outside) she'd see some bubbly little girl on there that always seemed to be hopping around or squealing for some god forsaken reason. Toned down a bit, that was Bentley. She didn’t let that physical bubbliness come out too often, but she was energetic and nice to a fault.
Ashley sincerely hoped that New York City was nice enough to let this girl remain as innocent as she was.
>>“Are you sure you won’t take me up on my offer? Frozen pizza is pretty tempting…isn’t it?”
Another attempt to reel her in and the only response Ashley gave was a raised eyebrow this time. In truth she felt a little giddy inside that this little girl would even consider inviting her up to her apartment. In another (unfortunate) truth, maybe anyone that was nice to the brunette got invited up. If that were the case, it could mean that one day Ashley would invite the wrong someone...
>>“Do you mind?”
Ashley snapped her head up from her musings, blinking a few times as she watched Bentley stand before her with a pen. She looked at the girl's gesture and brought her hand up, palm upwards, and winced a bit as Bentley took it. Her touch was soft, gentle and soothing...but it wasn't Isabel's. Ashley closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying to hide that pain from the other girl. It simply wasn't fair that Isabel could have unlocked such feelings to the point where Ashley was loyal to her...for no reason. At all.
She slowed down her breathing a bit before she opened her eyes again, locking them with Bentley's hazel orbs. “Need hand...for what?”
