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.
It was hard, very hard, not to pull Agnes back into her lap. But she listened to her and let her go, and the feeling of loss was instantaneous. The warmth the little girl provided was gone and Ashley gave out a small whimper of protest, not really caring if she sounded particularly pathetic about it. Somehow, Ashley knew that this was something big for Agnes, so she sat back and watched in awe as the brunette took off her shirt.
Anger instantly flared up in Ashley. Anger like she'd never felt before in her life.
She wanted to reach out and touch the scars that she saw, trace them, feel them. Instead she let Agnes finish talking. She listened as the violinist told her about her parents, about how their religious views skewed their visions about mutants and mutant kind in general. And while the thought made Ashley angry, she couldn't very well have an opinion on that. For one, her power was completely hidden and unless someone asked (or was extracted from her, like with that crazy bitch that had kidnapped her) no one would know about it.
And overall, Ashley never had a run in with someone that was anti-mutant, not really anyways. Then again she never really paid attention. She'd heard of anti-mutant protests, seen them in person and only used them to pick pockets back in the day. But now she hand waved idiots like that away in the same way most of the world dismisses racism and bigotry; it's there, but...whatever, right?
But she's never seen the result of what such thinking could do to someone and for that Ashley felt like she had really dropped the ball. The person that, after meeting one and connecting with like she'd never connected with anyone else, was a subject of thinking that deserved punishment. She could barley hold back her own tears of anger. The redhead stood and gathered up Agnes into her arms, holding her tight. She didn't know what to do or say as she pulled back some, kissing the girl on the lips gently, reassuringly.
“Okay.” she whispered, pecking Agnes more. “Never leave. Okay? Not that bad.”
Ashley slipped down to her knees, hugging Agnes at her waist before pulling her face back and eying the scar on her stomach. It was grotesque, to be sure, but Ashley didn't mind. Like anything in this world, something (like Agnes' scar) can be interpreted in any way. So she smiled and leaned forward, kissing the crucifix scar before burying her face into Agnes' tummy, giving a small purr from the back of her throat.
“I think...” she said, looking up to Agnes. “That...maybe it led you. To me. Yeah?”
Another kiss and Ashley went back to hugging Agnes, smiling contently.
Ashley stormed into the museum like a bat out of hell, ready to just...just tear up everything.
And then she realized how big the place was. Really, it was a whole lot bigger on the inside then it was on the outside, if that made any sense. She actually walked along the place, unhindered this time, quite in awe about the size. She looked at the huge map of the place, a directory of she remembered the name correctly (which she probably didn't) and looked up and down at all the places that they could go. She stared for a moment more, slack jawed before she turned to her companion.
“Hey, uhhh...Isseh.” Ashley waved on the spot for a moment before catching her balance. “Read? Like...most damage. Where?”
“HEY!!”
The redhead turned her head, seeing two security guards walking towards the two females. Ashley giggled as the two, one short and fat and the other skinny and tall, scampered towards them as if they were the most exciting thing they've seen in years. Which was probably true, as Ashley didn't know if many people wanted to destroy or steal from museums. Still, her giggle turned into an uproar as she watched the two stop a few feet from them, tazers out and pointed at them.
“Lay on the ground with your hands behind your head!!” the short fat one said, eying Ashley calmly. “Don't be stupid about this.”
“Yeah, don't be stupid!!” The tall thin one said, pointing his tazer at Isabel. “Lay down, come on!!”
The redhead sighed, shaking her head. They weren't cops, that much was certain, and she really hated for what was no doubt going to happen to happen. But she was fairly certain that Isabel didn't discriminate when it came to law enforcement individuals, and so when the guitarist turned to Isabel, it was with a rather grim look on her face.
For one, she thought that if anyone were going to initiate anything intimate, it was would be her. That wasn't to say she didn't appreciate the soft, tiny kisses she was getting. Nor did she mind the eventual lip lock she found herself in. She sighed and moaned at the same time, wondering how that was possible in the meantime, but really her mind was a tad white at the moment as the redhead couldn't focus on anything else but this girl's lips on her own.
When they pulled apart, it was a little like last time. Panting, forehead to forehead, eyes downcast...Ashley took a moment to gather her scattered thoughts. She picked a spot that seemed relevant to their current situation and grabbed onto it. She didn't want to ruin the mood, but it was something she had to know. Their current actions confirmed for the musician that Agnes felt about her like she felt for Agnes.
“You ran.” Ashley said, softly. She did her best to leave the accusatory tone out of her voice, but it was hard. Because of that rejection, Ashley had gone into a downward spiral that led to a night of insanity with Isabel. “Why?”
She looked up then, her eyes determined as she pulled Agnes closer, as if trying to meld their bodies together. She furrowed her eyebrows as one arm tightened around the mutant's skinny waist and the other want to a shapely thigh. She gripped them both, not wanting Agnes to escape again.
Ashley didn't know what she would do if Agnes left her again.
Ashley grunted in approval as she sped down the road, slightly disappointed by the lack of squad cars that were chasing them. It was kinda ridiculous how many police officers were in New York City!! She had thought earlier that Isabel keep the population of law enforcers down, like one would curb the mating of some out of control pest, but apparently they were doing better then the bonemancer could keep up with.
The ride was silent, for the most part, and Ashley only looked over every now and again to see Isabel picking pullet out of herself and fixing her wounds as best she could. Something about how efficient and...durable was slightly arousing, not to mention how flexible the brunette could be when when it came to the harder to reach bullet wounds. The grin reappeared on Ashley's face as she reached over and poked Isabel's side, trying to invoke the response of someone being tickled.
She wasn't asking because they were well on their way there anyways. She still went down the street faster then normal. Something about the speed the car was dishing out was absolutely exhilarating, though in the back of her mind she still wished it was her Ducati. But if it was her motorcycle, she was pretty sure she'd be dead by now. She didn't know much about vehicles, but she was pretty sure the Ferrari wasn't built to be a tank. The damage it had taken was impressive.
She twirled the car around and came to a perfect stop...by crashing halfway up the stairs of the American Museum of Natural History. Ashley eyed the place with distaste. Yeah, it was big and, given how the only people that ever went to museums were people that were ten times smarter then she was (and tourists) she thought it might be fun to tear the place down, if only to make herself feel better.
“Come on.” Ashley said, getting out of the car. “More fun, yeah? Stupid people. Teach them, huh? All uppity...”
The redhead grumbled on, getting madder with every step. Sure, she wasn't that smart, but so what? The first time she ever came here they turned her away due to her clothes and all SHE wanted to do was use the bathroom!!
By the time she got to the doors she was blazing mad, and wanted nothing more then to blow the place to hell.
“Isseh!!” Her drunken voice carried throughout the place. “Break it down? The doors?”
The touch on her hand was like fire, and Ashley wanted to be consumed by it.
She could almost hear ever creak the door let out as it closed shut behind them, and every footstep that it took to get to a nearby desk to sit down. She was broken out of her daze when she lost sight of Agnes and her cute behind (what was it with her and girl's butts?!) as the other mutant girl went into the bathroom. She had said something before, but it was all muffled as the only thing Ashley could focus on was her; Agnes, the person that had been running her mind for awhile.
>>“Let me take a look at that.”
Ashley nodded, sighing a bit as Agnes touched her twice abused face and closed her eyes. Of course, the girl's touch as gentle and soft and every other such description and offshoots of those words the redhead had come to associate with the Agnes herself. She told herself to stop being a coward and opened her eyes, smoldering gray eyes looking into crystal blue. She held up a hand and clutched Agnes' wrist.
“I do.” Ashley said, her husky voice deep. “Need you.”
She knitted her eyebrows, pulling Agnes in , holding a arm around her waist so the brunette was on her lap, straddling her. She didn't care that they were in a very intimate position, she only wanted Agnes to know, know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ashley needed her. She didn't know how else to put it, though, and it wasn't like she was a magician with words. She was getting better, thanks to Andrew, but as of yet she couldn't exactly Shakespeare words into existence.
She could only do her best.
“You...” Ashley looked off to the side for a moment. “I think about. You. All the time. You...make me...” She bit her bottom lip and chewed it for a moment before looking back to Agnes. Yes. It was time to stop being a coward. There was nothing holding her back. No Isabel, no Bentley, nothing. “Make me wanna be better. Better...person. Mutant. For you...”
She sighed, exasperated. She would have push Andrew into those lessons, cause right now she was pretty sure she'd give her right arm to be able to tell Agnes that she'd be willing to do anything for her.
Almost as fast as the child had thrown herself into Ashley's arms she was gone again, stepping back and taking an air of maturity that only children can try and duplicate from what they see of adults. In fact, the girl still looked very much immature to Ashley, but she said nothing on this. She didn't have very much experience with children after all, and she couldn't very well focus on the child when her attention was split between the blond and a hopping lizard.
It was all very confusing.
>>"Cute name. You are the music, I am the color. My name is Celeste."
The redhead nodded, standing up to full height and crossing her arms. She was the the music, huh? She'd never been called that, not really. People around New York that she'd introduced her just kinda took her chosen name in stride and rarely commented on it. Only Charlie had ever really said anything about it, if she remembered correctly, but that was Charlie so it was only to be expected.
>>"I'm thirsty, buy me something."
“Ummm...”
Ashley didn't know how to admit she had little money, but even before she could voice this thought, the tiny girl was wandering off in search of...something. The tomboy watched as Celeste seemed to stalk around randomly for awhile, and Ashley could almost see the clockworks in the girl's head going. All she needed was a pipe in her mouth and a funny hat and she could be like one of those funny detectives she'd seen in an anime once. Ashley had to admit, though, that the little blond looked rather cute doing whatever she was doing, and the little smirk that appeared on her face was a result of that. She would have pointed out the little lizard that was on Celeste, but something told her the little girl wouldn't react well to it, and the fact that a moment later the lizard was covered up by a purple robe made Ashley wondered what had happened to it.
Purple robe...
The thought brought Ashley back to a long time ago, back near last Christmas when she'd met someone who wore robes just like that. Her memory wasn't the greatest, she knew, but you didn't meet very many people that dressed as such when it was that cold out. She thought back to the lizard, with it's black eyes and chirping...and tapped her temple again, trying to think.
...Amber?
That was her name, right? The pretty girl with the white skin and black eyes. Ashley narrowed her eyes. She hadn't seen her in forever. She gave Celeste a sideways look and wondered if the lizard the blond had covered up with Amber's own purple robes was the very same mutant she met that could turn into dinosaurs. Wouldn't that be something?
>>"I changed my mind, now I want something to eat."
Well, that's what Ashley attempted to say. What came out was a muffled, stuffy version of the girl's name and she felt slightly ridiculous saying it. She also, suddenly, felt silly still wearing the same clothes that she had gotten from DocProf's infirmary; the too tight red t-shirt and baggy, hip hugging scrubs bottoms that doctor's usually wore. But even so, all of that was washed away as Ashley stared at the girl that had been consuming her thoughts for...well, ever since she had met her.
“Ummm...sorry...”
The redhead bowed her head, her hands dropping to her side before she clasped them behind her back. She toed the ground a bit, wondering what to say. In her mind she had plenty of things to say; how she was sorry she had chased the girl away with her forward attitude, groping and kissing. She wanted to tell Agnes all about losing her mind and what she had done with Isabel. She wanted to tell Agnes about Bentley, and how they weren't together anymore but how Ashley still felt guilty for kissing Agnes while still dating the mutant.
She had a lot to feel guilty about.
Instead she focused on the red dots that were appearing on the floor.
“Bleeding...” Ashley said winningly before looking up to Agnes with a meek smile. “Sorry. I, uhhh...hit my nose. On door.”
She was pretty sure she couldn't feel any more embarrassed even if she tried. She wouldn't be surprised of Agnes burst out laughing at the current situation. Maybe she could play this all off as a way to get her motorcycle helmet back? Inwardly Ashley brightened at the idea. Yeah!! Okay, that was doable. Maybe she could walk away from all of this with a shred of dignity!!
“I need you.”
A beat. Two. Ashley blinked. Yeah...she said that out loud.
But like everything else she'd been saying, it came out muffled and stuffy thanks to her still sore and slightly bleeding nose. But it'd been said, and Ashley didn't dare look up into those heartbreaking blue eyes.
Oddly enough, she didn't care. Well, she didn't mind. She knew that at some point the crazy little bonemancer would be back and all she had to do was wait. Unfortunately, she couldn't just sit there and wait because there were still tons of squad card on her tail and she needed to, like, lose them or something. It was also quite unfortunate (though some would argue for who) that the only real thing Ashley knew abut getaway driving was whatever she'd seen on a random anime or television.
So, like the three sixty spin she pulled off moments before, Ashley decided that winging it was the best option. After all, if she couldn’t plan for it the police couldn't stop it, right? It made sense in her head, and that's all that mattered. It wasn’t like she was used to driving cars either, so this whole thing was turning out quite well for her first night as a wanted criminal. She'd need a better name. Rhythm didn't strike fear into the hearts of men. Then again, neither did “Isabel” but she seemed to do okay...
THUNK[/i]!!
>>"Hel'copter'z all gone."
“Course it is.” Ashley grunted, taking another corner sharply to avoid several more squads and gunned it down the street. “Get them, please? Wanna get away. Maybe crash places. Like...museum.”
Ashley didn't like museums. Or other places that made her feel dumb, like libraries or school. Maybe they could blow one of them up. Or all of them.
She was a criminal no, after all!!
“Isseh.” Ashley growled as more squads came to box them in. “Need name. Like...bad guy name. Help me.”
>>"I'm sorry Red, I can't let you just leave I did this to you and now I'm gonna make sure you get help. I understand your vision is coming back and that's great, however I'm not sure you noticed but ummm you're head is gaping open and spilling blood so lets go...NOW."
“No.” Ashley pushed the person that was holding her up arm away in a slight panic. Her vision was returning but she couldn't very well defend herself blind. She knew that if sh had to fight, she'd have to let someone touch her, and the prospect wasn't too inviting. “Don't wanna.”
The wounds from Isabel's rejection were much to fresh, and being this close to The Sanctuary was like rubbing salt on the wound. The feeling of seeing her in such a state made her chest constrict painfully. For some reason she heard Isabel's mocking laughter in her head, and as another hand grabbed Ashley's arm she lashed out, expertly elbowing the person in the face before stumbling away blindly.
“Can't go!!” she yelled. “Just...no!! please, lemme go!!”
She didn't care of she had to go blind. She wasn't setting foot in The Sanctuary until she knew Isabel was gone. And even then she was pretty sure she would just curl up in some random alley and wait for her vision to return before going back to the place that reminded her of the bonemancer that broke her heart.
>>"By the way, you sure this Mansion place isn't far? Because I've been all over NYC, and I have never seen anything mansion-esque."
“Not far.” Ashley responded, feeling Charlie's gaze on her and feeling a bit silly in her current attire. “Soon. Follow.”
She realized she looked ridiculous, but whatever. She felt pretty, and in the end that was all that mattered. With an air of dignity, Ashley took back the hand that she was holding out for Charlie to hold and instead boldly walked out of the alleyway towards The Mansion. For someone to be all over New York City and not see The Mansion was pretty silly to Ashley, especially since she saw The Mansion...what, a week into her stay?
Ashley sighed at the looks she was getting and decided that maybe she should hide a bit, if only to stop seeing those looks from the corner of her eyes. She reached up and took down her ponytail, letting her flaming red hair free. Much better. Her scalp felt better too, and she shook her head somewhat and ran her fingers through her red mane to untangle it a bit. She tipped her head back to do so before a strange sound interrupted her ministrations.
Her stomach growling.
She sniffed, realizing that whatever was making her tummy make such a loud noise was nearby. The guitarist scanned the area and spotted it; a hot dog cart. She happily gasped a bit, holding her fists up to her chest with glee before rushing forward and looking at the selection. She quickly pulled out her wallet (from her bra) and took out some cash, telling the hot dog vendor what she wanted. The vendor, somewhat ogling Ashley, gave up a foot long hotdog with ketchup and more mayo then he thought a human could handle before telling Ashley it was on the house.
“Anyting for a gorgeous dame.” he let out, giving Ashley a small salute. “Next time doe, you be payin', got it?”
Ashley nodded before walking back to Charlie with a large smile on her face. She stood there for a moment, chewing before she realized she didn't get any for Charlie. She extended the half of the foot long she didn't bite into and offered it to her companion.
Ashley got up from her rather embarrassing position from the ground before giving it a good slap.
So, okay. Jorge had set her free. No one had to really know about what happened with Isabel, the museum, the complete and utter devastation about everything. It was a second chance and, seeing as it happened not a few minutes ago, Ashley decided she needed to take advantage of it. Jorge was right; in the end she gave up endless amounts of money and turned herself in for the hope that Agnes could look at her and not be ashamed. It was time to stop running.
Well, running away.
And judging by the way she just faceplanted a moment ago, maybe she should walk.
The redhead didn't get excited about much, but right now she was stupid happy. She didn’t know Agnes' room number though, but going to the girl’s dormitory was probably her best bet, right? The guitarist wiggled her nose, trying to get feeling back into it. At the moment she simply sat there with a hand to her countenance, wondering how she was going to explain her no doubt bruised face thanks to her cosmic faceplant.
Deciding it didn't matter, Ashley got up and brushed herself off, hoping she didn't look like a hobo. Which, she guess, probably didn't matter, considering Agnes' (as well as her own) past.
“Hullo.”
Ashley jumped to her feet, combat ready, before spying a little girl holding a teddy bear behind her. The redhead blinked a few times before smiling, scratching the back of her head. “Hi.” she gave a meek wave.
“You're looking for someone.” It wasn't a question. Another blink, and Ashley nodded. The girl walked up to the tomboy and grabbed her hand before closing her eyes for a moment. She nodded. “Come.”
Without further word, the girl with the surprisingly strong grip led Ashley down the hall and to a specific room. Both stood there for a minutes, listening to the beautiful music that came from the room. The redhead felt a tug on her hand and she looked down to the big soulful eyes of the little girl. Instinctively, it seemed, Ashley sat down as the girl climbed into Ashley's lap with her.
“She's calling to you.” she said. “The girl in your vision, your mind. She's almost screaming for you. It's been hurting my head for days.”
“Calling?” Ashley narrowed her eyes in confusion. “Like...how?”
“She.” the little girl said. “Her. She's been calling. Herself. Her looks. She longs.”
“I, ummm...don't get it...” Ashley gave the girl a confused look, a look the little girl with the teddy bear seemed to understand. “Sorry.”
“It's okay.” she said, giving Ashley's arm a condescending pat and sighing the way only small children can when dealing with adults. “Just make her stop. She'll drive me mad.”
“Sure.” Ashley said resolutely, though inside she didn't know how she was going to go about doing that. The little girl nodded, climbing off of Ashley's lap and patting the redhead's head. “Do my best.”
“Good. Off you go then.” The little girl padded off, leaving Ashley slightly confused but happy she was outside of Agnes' door.
She scampbled up, taking her time once again to appreciate the music that was coming from the beautiful mutant's door before grasping and turning the door knob and shoving forward.
>>“So…what’s it to be, Ms. Rhythm? You going to go look for this girl now, since you’re already here? Or you want me to take you home?”
“Look for Agnes.” Ashley said, looking up and down the hall as if by saying her name the mutant girl would just pop into existence. “Big place though...”
She drew herself up, straightening her back to her full height. She wasn't small by any means but she felt like she needed to stand up straight as she gave Jorge a small salute. She really didn't know how to properly thanks the detective, so instead she gave what she thought was a proper salute before flinging herself onto the older man and hugging the life out of him.
“Thank you.” Ashley said, her voice a tad muffled. “For everything.”
She took a step back and picked up her combat boots before turning. She knew where the boys stayed and slept because she always was looking for Andrew over there. It shouldn't be that hard to find out where the girls slept. She held up a hand, waving to her savior and, let's be honest, father figure that her mind had latched onto and ran off down the hall.
“Bye Santa!!”
Ashley hoped that Jorge didn't mind that she had swiped his pen. It was shiny, after all, and silver. It even had Jorge's name on it.
>>“So, what now? Well…that’s simple. You came here looking for a girl, didn’t you? You turned yourself in for a girl, didn’t you? You wanna fix her life for her, don’t you? Don’t you think it’s time you went looking for her?”
Ashley stopped in her tracks and clasped her hands behind her back, pursing her lips and thinking again. Everything Jorge said was true. She did everything she did up till that point to make sure Agnes didn't look at her as disappointed as Jorge did when he was staring at her. The knots in her stomachs tightened at the mere thought of Agnes rejecting her, though, but she gritted her teeth and nodded.
“Yeah.” she said, nodding. “Agnes...I need her.”
She didn't know why or how, but she did. In one short moment that girl had become someone she held close to her heart even though she didn't know why. But in the end there was nothing else she could do or question. The redhead smiled grimly. Eventually, she thought, she'd have to look for Agnes directly and find out why she ran and, more importantly, if she would still have the guitarist.
>>“Rhythm, just remember, you know the terms of your release. You need to tell me about Isabel. Everything you know. She needs to held accountable for what she did. Don’t ruin your life for her. Save it for the other.”
Ashley looked up into Jorge’s weary eyes and thought for a moment. Truthfully she didn't now what to tell Jorge. All she knew was her name, where she lived, what she tasted like, her scent, personality and how she liked to swear and kill cops for some reason. And so she did. She surprised herself with all the information she gave about Isabel but she just couldn't see how any of it would be useful.
“Ummm...that's it, I think.” Ashley thought hard, thumping a pointer finger against her skull in a Winnie the Pooh-ish manner. “I mean...useful? Any of that? Like...don't know much. About her, I mean.”
