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.
"Nah, not so hungry anymore." she muttered, nodding to her phone. "Every time he sends a text, I get nasty in my stomach. Let's just finish what we have here." She sighed and picked at her onion rings.
"I don't know... I just want t'is to stop. I am sorry I didn't bring it up sooner but I am really scared and I don't want him to hurt anyone I care about." She was more worried about him getting to her kid than she was him hurting her, but all of it scared her.
Indeed, she would love it if they had somewhere more private to go right then and there, but she was not about to cross professional boundaries by taking him to her office or an empty room or something, and they were waiting on Devon and Derek. Her pulling away was reluctant, of course, but they would have time later, she hoped, because she had plenty of affirmation. Still, it was nice to be able to just stand there having even just a little contact with him. She pictured his worried face above hers as he held her in his arms, willing her not to give up even as it took all of her to just be able to breathe, and she knew that things had shifted between them into something deeper... Even if they were to part ways, she could not imagine life without him, not when he'd held her life in his hands and strove to keep it from being snuffed prematurely.
"Yeah... You go ahead and get all the food. Ummm, some of it needs to be reheated but most of it is cool stuff. T'e stewed veggies can be either or. I like it hot." She nodded. "Derek doesn't know I can cook yet. I am sure he will be surprised to find out..."
And then he asked how Derek took the news, and her brows lifted, "Umm... He was pretty angry. I t'ink it brought t'e ghetto out of him. I've never heard him cuss like t'at and snap his fingers for emphasis." She shook her head and then pulled off some to start leading him down to the teachers' lounge to get the food ready... But she was pretty tired out still, which was normal after losing the amount of blood she lost. Her face was still pale and she was weak, so she had to let him take over.
"I wanted t'e stewed veggies to be a surprise... It's our version of t'at dish you introduced to me at t'e restaurant." she said quietly from the chair she sat on.
Extra terrestrial. He said he was an alien. She stared at him for a moment, blinking a few times as she processed this information. Well, perhaps it could happen... Who was she to dispute the possibility of someone coming from outer space? But the whole pod thing, it was kind of what made it weird to hear. She wasn't going to judge him though. Also, she was no psychologist to dispute his claims. "Umm, okay... But the answer is still the same... I mean..." She paused because she was pretty sure he misunderstood her.
"That is... most species have some means of growth, adaptation, and mutation. For instance, there are some fish in the sea t'at start out as female, but say, all t'e males in t'e school have somehow gotten killed off... One or two, if not more of t'e females adapt by becoming male fish in order to breed. I know it isn't t'at fascinating to most people, but it could give at least a little bit of an answer."
"What do you mean... not from here? I mean, mutants are born all around t'e world if t'at is what you are asking." She was so confused by this odd fellow who was asking for her to give answers, and seemingly not sure how to take the answers she was giving. Her brows puckered with her confusion, and she leaned back into her chair, frowning quietly. What in the world was he talking about?
She peered at him and gave him a chance to answer, resisting the urge to scratch her head. Her mouth curled upward in an encouraging smile even if her eyes did reflect said confusion.
"Yes, you probably will. I work a lot." She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I am glad to leave t'is place. If you want to catch anot'er show at some point, just let me know." Xavia smiled and collected her things, then headed for the exit. She paused long enough to say, "Hell, if you know a good place to play, I have to fill my quota of gigs for my contract and I am only two away from being done for t'e year. Here's my card..." She handed it over, it had her cell number on it. And then the manager was looming in the background. She rolled her eyes and walked away with a smirk, "See ya."
"I am glad t'ey are okay," she said softly as she continued to rub her face. Even though the Doc had healed her up, she still had fresh looking scars on her lips, but the bruising was gone and all the little dings and bumps in the back of her head. Her eyes were kind of on the tired side after the weird night of sleep and waking up feeling sick as a dog. Her hand dropped to her lap and she gave him a half assed smile. "I could use some food. Momma got t'e van from t'e park and made sure it didn't get spoiled. Would be a shame for it to go to waste because of some jerk."
After all, she had gone through a lot of trouble to get that food made. She hadn't even told him what stuff she made, she had wanted the stewed veggies to be a surprise more than the rest. It was too bad that it would have to be reheated or eaten cold after all that. But she was alive, so there was that, right?
But more than that, she wanted something else from him before they would be in front of others. She moved off the bed and over to him, moving in for a hug and one of those kisses that let him know that she was most certainly glad to be alive, something she had been too shaken up to do the night before. He had saved her life by getting her out of that park when he did.
Knowing they wouldn't get a chance to do more than that, she reluctantly broke the lipular contact and rested her forehead against his. They had important things to talk about at this meeting, she wasn't going to distract him more than she already had.
"I appreciate you doing t'at," she said, "I don't t'ink I need a coyote... Just t'e birds will do." She sighed and then slid the phone to him so he could read the weird texts... Creepy texts... She ate an onion ring or two while he had time to look over the words the creep kept sending her. "I am keeping t'ose just in case I need to call t'e cops."
"Good. I would love to see your take on the costumes they have for me. But we'll come to t'at later." She smiled and stood up from the chair, having to pee all of a sudden. She left the room to take care of that.
She tilted her head at him as he openly doubted things, and then she replied, "Some of us are born wit' powers and some grow into t'em... As far as growt' goes, from what I understand by some of t'em happen naturally and some of t'em happen t'e way--- I mean... uh... t'ey happen when truama happens," she cleared her throat and ducked her head, flipping the book open to the page about one who was born that way and their growth happened naturally. She flipped the book around and then pushed it forward toward him.
"I have been studying about t'is for t'e last few years, sometimes we evolve and grow fast, and sometimes slow." Xavia pointed to the words about growth and such.
Her mouth curled up only slightly as she waited for his response to the book.
Posted by Xavia on Jul 16, 2017 12:48:11 GMT -6
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Beta Mutant
c21e56 - Rose Red
Bi-curious/Straight
Artair's Lady
542
70
Sept 21, 2017 11:25:52 GMT -6
Kimmie
"Maybe it is not good to go home right now... I... Please... let's stay here..." She really wasn't ready to go home. The thought of seeing that muddy foot print, the cut screen, the different things out of place... Yeah, it just didn't sit well with her. It was pretty bad if she was scared to go back home and chose to stay in an infirmary setting where she hated it more than anything in the world... Yeah... She couldn't.
People needed to be got a hold of, things needed to be happening, but for now, she just wanted to stay where she was at...
She was sleeping, still laying in the infirmary because they felt it was safer to keep her there instead of home for the moment, what, with the mad man running around and everything. The images of the knife flashing and that face leering above her. Sweat poured from her forehead as she tossed and turned in her sleep, whimpering. At some point, she saw him hauling his hand back in his rage and.... She woke up with a scream lodged in the back of her throat.
Nausea was rampant within her, she shuddered heavily, pressing the back of her shaking hand to her mouth and closing her eyes. She sat there for a time, trying to compose herself, letting the hammering of her heart slow down and calm itself. After this, she dropped her feet to the floor and padded to the restroom, mostly just to clean herself up because she was quite messy still.
About a half an hour later, she was cleaned up, dressed in some clothes her mother must have brought, just some of her athletic gear, which was comfortable. She tossed her wet hair into a ponytail and moved to sit back down.
For the moment, the room was empty... perhaps because people wanted to give her a chance to rest undisturbed. Or maybe Artair was making phone calls. She didn't know but she felt ill at ease. She knew he wouldn't be gone long, not when he was worried about her. She knew her mother was at home right now, taking care of Delilah, but she had let people know what was going on for her. Kendra was called as was Derek, and a few others like her siblings to let them all know that yes, she was going to be okay.
And she had brought all that food that Xavia had worked so hard on... But it was left untouched in the fridge in the teacher's lounge for the moment (labeled, of course.) She was bummed that Artair hadn't gotten to try the Hungarian version of the stewed vegetables, she had worked particularly hard on that dish. Hell, she was just... feeling at a loss in general with all that had happened. She was alive, though... And so were the two little ones she wouldn't get to meet until winter. Her hand moved to rest on the mound and she sighed, ”I am sorry t'at your father is a piece of work. I won't let you be sad about him, t'ough.. I can't.”
She felt the bubbly little movements as if in response to her words and she nearly choked out with relief at the feeling. No, their father didn't matter anymore, they were everything to her, and they lived on even through the harrowing experience of the night before. She was okay... She really was. She was scarred a little more, but she had lived to tell another tale, right? Only... she didn't really want to repeat this tale over and over again.
"Drop the 'professor' part, please, and it's Sah-vee-ah. Anyways, um... I... simply went t'rough it, I have not exactly gone into dept' yet to see what I could do wit' t'e growt' since I have to be careful right now." She stood up and walked over to her book case, looking through her binders for the notes she took on other peoples' powers and growths... It was something she did to try and bring more of these lessons into her class. Her belly, which was growing rapidly as her twins developed, was noticeable now, her blouse straining slightly over the mound. "I have been taking notes on ot'er people... Perhaps I could write t'ings down about yours? Wit' your permission, of course. I'd also be happy to let you see my notes."
She walked back to the desk and moved to sit down, looking toward him, but not grabbing a pen just yet.
"It sounds like you have had a rough morning t'is morning, erm... Excuse me, but... What is your name?" Her voice, still somewhat gruff from the sleep she took, cracked a little.
"I cannot give you t'at particular answer, except t'at perhaps you might train? I do unerstand what you are feeling. Just t'e ot'er day, I uh... discovered my own growt' and am still pondering it. I ended up inside of a tree. I won't get into details as to why it happened, but it was very strange." She thought that maybe it would put the guy at ease if she could relate to him to some degree.
Her gaze took him in, she wasn't really worried about how he looked, and she was relaxed when he explained the reason he had the knife. It was to cut some socks off, not to threaten people. That was good to know.
She peered at the guy with raised brows as he came in looking pretty frazzled and speaking pretty quickly, asking a question she was not sure how to answer right away. She wasn't really a college trained scholar, and as smart as she was, she sometimes ran into questions even she had to research. However, since the guy literally looked like he'd stuck his finger in a light socket to attract or magnetize things to him, including the knife that admittedly made her nervous as hell after having just been through what she did... Ahem... She tried to wrack her sleepy brain for the reply and finally came upon, "It's plausible, yes. Mutants in particular have a tendency to evolve, I t'ink."
In fact, she was sure she had it happen to her too, if going into... and falling out of a tree, which had to have been the weirdest experience in her life given what else had happened. She sighed tiredly and gestured toward the chair opposite hers, please, sit, etc. She may as well have this discussion, if not to help someone out but also to relate.
