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 is a beautiful little girl," she said, though not in the biased parent opinion way. It was just a matter of fact that her daughter left her in awe. He would understand more when he saw her. "I am glad t'e girls are happy."
"My house is a home," she said in reply to the next bit. "I save an old Victorian from wrecking ball in t'e city... I use inheritance and money I get from album sales to restore.. It is big, I have several rooms. I do not furnish or paint wit' modern ugly, but old homey." Album sales? Yup.
"I am only one I know of... I suspect Delilah has gift but not sure yet." It was true. There were just some odd things that happened that could not be explained.
"She is four," she said softly, obviously quite tednder when it came to her kiddo. "Her name is Delilah." She got on the highway, heading southward. "I am glad t'e girls like t'eir homes." She nodded, looking at him for a moment but never keeping her eyes too long off the road ahead.
"Nobody yet. Just my momma, my daughter and me. I am very picky on who I trust to come stay, for t'e sake of my daughter. I have to know nobody will do somet'ing bad around or to her."
"Are you sure?" She asked in some surprise. Xavia gave a sigh and stood up to put the glass in the sink, it was easy enough to find the kitchen. She would have been okay sleeping on the couch. The couch was not causing her pain, damn it. But he was insistent.
She squared her shoulders and then when she was back in his living room, she asked him, *Where is t'e bedroom?" Her eyes were concerned as they regarded him still. The fact he had been in an accident and him helping her caused her pain caused the guilt to eat at her.
Xavia waited quietly for him to tell her which way to go. She pressed her lips together, and assuming he pointed her in the direction she went to his bedroom and closed the door. She had to gain some comfort somehow, gingerly pulled off the skirt and then climbed into the bed.
Unfortunately for her, sleep was... Elusive... From then on.
"T'e rabbit always looks like she was in a blood bath after eating t'e raspberries. It is cute." She smiled as she unlocked the van and allowed him in. There was a child seat in the back. "I do not eat a lot of sweets. My daughter might like t'e cookies, and my momma would too."
She slid easily into the driver seat. She started the vehicle up. As soon as he was in, she would head toward the city. "I have a feeling t'e classroom pets will like you if you can know how t'ey feel. I hope t'ey like their homes, I triedto make t'eir cages nice and roomy for t'em."
She gave a tired smile and replied with, "You take care of me and expect me not to ask you how you are doing? What pain do you have?" She waved away his protest. It was just who she was. In the meantime, though, she took all of the water in all at once, which normal people wouldn't do, but being a plant, she seemed to need it.
Water helped. She took a deep, shuddering breath afterwards and looked down at her thighs, which seemed to start looking a touch better... Odd, right? She was still pretty clammy in general, however. "I do not t'ink going home will happen. I know t'at t'is is not great... Some stramge woman camping out on your couch. I am sorry for all t'e trouble."
Xavia looked down at her hands as they clutched the glass. She felt rather guilty now that he felt bad after he took care of her. He did not have to do that, but he did do it. She felt bad that she had caused trouble.
"Fair enough," she said and then looked to Amber, who appeared now in human form... She wasn't surprised at all. And nor was she annoyed like Leon thought. She was simply sad feeling. She looked down at the watch she had dropped and paid more attention to it than the others. "I just came back to pick up my watch. You have a nice singing voice..." And then she looked at Amber, who did not jog her memory.
Then again, quite a bit had happened in life since she had last seen Jupiter. The night they conceived Delilah was the last time she saw him... And then things happened... Her dad passed away, she got saddled with a business and several other things that had her away from New York... He did not even know about Delilah and it killed her. And to see someone who looked like him a little, it brought the guilt back to the surface.
He'd probably hear her stumble toward the bathroom, the door close slightly loud but not horribly so, and the sound of her losing her dinner. And then it would be quiet for several minutes. When she emerged, she went back to sit on the couch and sat there shuddering for a while.
When he came round with a glass of water, she noticed he did not look too well either. She watched him quietly for a moment before asking, "You alright, Artair?" He would be able tyo hear the concern in her voice... It seemed she wasn't even thinking about herself in knowing he was looking the way he did.
She waited until he brought the water, assuming he sat on the couch, and then reached over and gently touched his arm.
"No need for thanks. I am happy to help." Her brows lifted and then she remembered to feed the rabbit and guinea pig. She went to grab a few raspberries and strawberries, and some leaf lettuce, heading then to the front of the greenhouse to open the cages and lay the food in there for the animals, closed them, and then moved to pack things into her oversized Coach bag.
"Come, t'en. I take you to city. You will like my home, I hope!" And she meant it. Assuming he followed, she led him to where she parked her van... The burns that were still healing on her thighs prevented her from riding her Harley in any case, but it was nice to have an extra seat.
"Hungarian," she replied. "My family came here from Hungary when I was young." But that was all she said about that, for that part of her past was wary of getting into that section of her history. "Anyway, Job in greenhouse is simple. You keep flowers and animals watered on days I am not here or when I need to go home early. In lab, you help make sure t'ings are in order, and t'ings are stocked well in closet. It is all menial tasks but you will be paid enough you will not need to rely on loans so much."
She tilted her head and regarded him closely with her caramel gaze, "And some days, we can train toget'er. I know some useful fighting skills you can use along wit' your mutation." She smoothed her hands over her skirt, then pulled off her reading glasses. "It is almost time to go home. I can take you to see boarding house if you like."
He would probably poop his pants if she told him the rest of what she did. He would find out soon enough if he chose to be an occupant of the Boarding house. It isn't like she kept her past a secret by any means. Not that she was famous... Because she did not wish to be... She spread her profits around the mutant community and different organizations and tried to live modestly. Even the boarding house, as beautiful as it was was meant to be a home, not some showroom.
"Well, I could use a hand around the boarding house in common areas. It is domestic work, but you would be paid well... Or you could help me in greenhouse. Oh, and yiy are right, I would never starve... I am vegetarian, my dinner is anywhere I choose to grow it."
She woke up within a few hours, having fallen from the couch when she tossed a little too much. Dazed, she would not move. It took her a minute to realize where she was and that she was in a great deal of discomfort. Sighing, she threw her arm over her face. Xavia spent several moments trying to deal with the pain.
After she decided she could move again, she pushed herself up and it was all she could do to !make it back to Artair's sofa. She was panting by the time she settled back in. She glanced around her, searching the room for him. "Artair?" She asked, almost hesitantly.
A wave of nausea, probably from the pain, she thought and took several deep breaths. Oh my goodness, she thought and called out, "Bat'room?"
"I am glad to help people," she said, quickly but thoroughly going through the plants she was examining. "Perhaps you would rather be in the city?" She asked, then picked up the watering can again, heading to her desk to set her clip board down and then to fill the can up to water the pepper plants with. She did that task quickly too, and then would swap out for the hose for the other plants when she noticed the time getting away from her.
She misted all of the veggies and fruits (and there were a lot by the looks of it) then moved on to flowers. She passed him by closely enough a few times that he might catch the scent of real roses coming from her, but it was subtle compared to the many scents in the greenhouse. She finished her task and put away the hose, then turned toward Derek. "I have boarding house to help people wit' gifts. I give jobs, too, if job is needed. You must know t'at I keep pretty busy on purpose. I do not always go go go, but some days are very busy. What kind of power do you have? I control plants, and I become plants... I can grow a plant from not'ing in a small amount of dirt. It is not most exciting gift to some but coincidental I just happen to grow up working in family greenhouse." She shrugged and leaned herself against her desk. "I am training to be in X-men as well. May as well use gift for greater good, right? But anyhow, reason I share wit' you is so you know what to expect around me."
Posted by Xavia on Jun 1, 2017 19:43:29 GMT -6
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She gave him a tired smile, and fell asleep as he was talking to her... Still sitting up... Still dressed in the damp skirt. Xavia hadn't meant to, but her head bobbed forward and she passed out. Hopefully he would catch her before she flopped forward.
Should he catch her, she would give a sigh and... Wait was she reaching her arms around? Yes, yes she was. Her arms went to curl around the back of his neck out of instinct, and her face went right for the crook of his neck... Unless he managed to catch it before it happened... But this was a sign he must have earned her trust, for she probably would have tried to keep from passing out in general.
But she didn't do much more than that... The poor thing was just completely exhausted. Her face looked peaceful in sleep... He might notice finer details when closer... How pale she was at the moment, a fresh looking scar that was still pink just above her lip, the smudges beneath her eyes from lack of sleep... They only hinted at a harsh reality.
Things she carefully hid while awake showed in the vulnerability of sleep. He would probably smell the rose scent dimming down with her sleep. And somehow she trusted him, a near stranger, with her safety.
"Just grading projects," she said as she turned to finish examining the last tomato plant. "No need to be nervous. Everybody here start somewhere. Are you to be a student or...?" She eluded to something else, obviously. Xavia wrote down the notes on the poor looking tomato plant, then touched it. If he was watching, he might notice that all the plants in a wide circle seemed to respond to her nearness, leaning toward her like she was the sun... The plant she was examining looked kind of wilted, but then she touched the plant and it perked up. She reached over to a nearby watering can and began to water the plant, murmuring apologetically as if the plant could hear her. She set the can down and moved on to the next cluster of plants.
"I have long commute to t'e city, so I have to finish t'is but I can talk and work at same time," it sounded like she was from western Europe, her accent heavy with almost Slavic sounds. "You call me Xavia if you are not student. Student call me Miss W."
She examined a bell pepper plant and wrote something down. She seemed pretty methodical about it.
When the young man walked in, she had her face up close to the tomatoes she examined. She jotted down some notes and answered without looking at him. "T'at is me. One moment please." The petite flower that she was seemed to be elbow deep in the plants without a care in the world as to how she looked.
When she was done doing what she was doing, she turned to see who had come into her classroom/greenhouse. When her eyes found the source of the voice, she asked, "And you are?" Her dark eyes were inquisitive as they peered at the young man.
She was a young looking woman for her actual age, with manic panic red hair, wearing a pencil skirt and blouse. A pair of dark rimmed glasses were perched precariously on her pert nose, and a pair of saddle pumps encased her feet.
