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.
Technically, she hadn't been a teacher, or if she had it had only been brief. Her memories came from the fateful day she had been kidnapped and thrown into the back of a van, driven halfway across country, rescued by Calley, and brought to the Mansion to sleep off the sedatives. Sarah, Lori, even that weasel guy, what was his name? The water controlling police officer... The nacho riding Shin... Shade, her body guard when she was under the name of Layla... And others. If she hadn't have been kidnapped, she wouldn't have known such people and her life would have been spent in the greenhouse, hidden away from the world.
The scent of roses, not the god awful fake crap that people wore, but actual roses, drifted around her as the good memories flooded her. Caramel eyes fixed on the face of the woman who spoke to her, someone who she did not recognize, and she held out a dainty looking hand, “Jó napot! Yes, I am Xavia.” Her Eastern European accent had not dimmed a bit over the years since she had been in those parts, it was definitely still there. A wan smile graced her lips, and a warmth sparkled in her eyes. “T'ank you fer meeting me. I vas gettink antsy.”
She was a far cry from the slinky lounge singer, Layla, who's album had gone off into obscurity most likely, and was simply a prim and dressed down person, her clothes and subdued make ups speaking of her age, but not masking the fact that she looked way more youthful than she actually was due to her mutation. Ah, plant cells!
Posted by Xavia on Aug 19, 2015 8:06:53 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
Xavia looked at the edifice that was the mansion from a distance, memories flooding her of the time she had spent there, as well as the different places she had been to in the area. It had been a few years since she had seen the place, a few years since she had seen the faces of old friends. She'd left them all behind for various reasons, the biggest one being the heartache she felt because of one particular clone whom she'd had a torrid love affair with. A certain red fellow who was the gruff personality, yet a big softie when it came to her. Oh, Jupiter, she thought.
There was also the fact that she had this huge secret... She fingered the locket that nestled gently in the hollow between her breasts, gently tugged it away and opened it to peer down at one of the pictures within... A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. What would he think if he knew, she thought?
After she got lost in thought for a bit, she took a deep breath and dropped the golden piece once flicking it closed with the deft movements of her tapered digits. The plant mutant then brushed her hands over the soft cotton of her dress and checked her cap sleeved shrug for lint, and finally gave a few pats to her carefully coiffed hair before exiting the driver side of the minivan she drove.
She paused at the steps that lead to the front portal, and gave a nervous sigh. Why in the hell did she come back here after all this time? Perhaps she was a glutton for punishment, she thought, dryly... I mean, come on... After all the hell she had been put through with going off to Romania, being shot at, etc... It was natural to want to stay away from New York.
But she couldn't. And now she was going to be a teacher, of all things. Yep. A teacher. She wondered how long it would take for Jupiter to figure out she was alive and well still, for she made no attempt to contact him now. She wasn't ready.
She entered the Mansion and headed for the head master's office.
One would be surprised at the lengths adrenaline would take people. Often times, trauma causes super human strength; normal, even frail people, could lift cars if it meant saving a loved one. Xavia was no exception to this loophole. Her pupils were dilated, her chest heaving, venom practically dripping from the sneer she had on her face. Her blood stained curls were plastered half across an anger distorted face, sweat rolling from her forehead.
She watched silently as the shadow pushed the old man toward her, and did not think about anything but vengeance. It took a lot to push her, and he had pushed her beyond her anger limit. Images of her high school sweetheart passed in front of her eyes, her best friend, almost the entire graduating class of said high school, her father’s loving embrace, and the path of destruction this weak, little man had bent in his wake. What for? Glory? Power?
Just as he would have stumbled into her, she leapt and tackled him to the ground, clawing at his face and battering him. She found her voice, and almost inhuman growls and shrieks spewed from her injured throat. “I hate you!” she heaved, “I hate what you are! You’re nothing to me but a weak…” Her hand gripped the handle of the knife and she yanked it out, raising it high above her head, “Putrid, old man.” She plunged it back down, but he blocked her move. “That’s right, fight me back, you son of a *****.” She hauled her other hand back and slapped a good one across his face, “Soha nem lesz újra bántani!” You will never be able to hurt me again!
“Nooo! Please! Don’t kill me! I beg you!” he gasped as he put his arms up to cover his face. But his please fell on deaf ears as she plunged the knife down again. It sunk awkwardly into his side, but was no mortal wound.
“Akkor nem fáj senkinek! Azt kell, hogy szenved, amit tettél...” You will not hurt anyone else! I should make you suffer for what you did... Her words were more and more guttural by this point.
She spit in his face again when his arms fell and he tried to pull the knife from his side. Her hands went around his throat and she started to shake him, her hands tightening around and squeezing at his airway. He grabbed at her wrists and tried to pull them away. There were no words left to say in that instance, she merely squeezed harder and harder. She let go just before he would have passed out.
The moment was stagnant between the two of them, her breaths coming out in pants, and she clenched and unclenched her fists, which had fallen to her sides. The old man moaned, his face battered, the floor stained with his blood beneath him, throat bruised, and his eyes glazed and then closing. He was so close to death in two forms. Either she would kill him, or Grim would.
“I want you to open your eyes, old man,” she muttered after what seemed like an eternity. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
The old fool was crying, trembling with fear as he obediently opened his eyes. The smell of his urine permeated the room. He’d pissed himself! His gaze met hers, and she gave a cold laugh. “Now do you understand? To feel what I felt every time your lackeys took me? Are you afraid?”
He sobbed.
She leaned in, and began to caress his withered cheek, smearing his vitae across his skin in the process. Xavia’s mouth was soon poised beside the ear opposite of that cheek, and she whispered, “Én nem vagyok a laboratóriumi patkány. I am not your lab rat.” She suddenly sat up and yanked the blade free with both hands, and let it fall one last time.
She did not pause to see where it landed, jerked herself off of him and stumbled away. Her gut was twisting with nausea.
Indeed, the good doctor lay broken in that expanding pool of his blood, still alive, but only barely. The knife had landed in his chest, in a lung instead of his heart where it should have been. He wheezed pitifully through the crimson that stained his mouth. He was suffering. His head rolled back and he finally saw the light gleaming off of a shoe, and that was the last image he saw, for death was moving toward him in the form of a shadow. (I will let you decide whether you want to insert Grim’s action here or not )
Whether Grim finished him off or he suffered with his last breaths, no longer seemed to matter. But the old man did die that night. She was finally free from him.
The good doctor had her around the waist still, and looked around, not seeing anything. A look of confusion crossed his wrinkled visage and he growled softly, “You can’t have her! She is mine! I made her!” He hauled her closer, and she flailed.
Her mouth opened in a yell that only came out as a breath. If her hero looked around a little, he’d be able to see bits of discarded equipment, including the tube that had been in her throat prior to her banging on the door. She, herself, was dressed in a hospital gown, and blood seeped from the various holes from where she had been hooked up. She didn’t look so great right that moment.
The doctor pulled out a knife and pressed it to her lovely, white throat, “D-don’t come near or I will kill her!” the old man stuttered. Xavia didn’t wince, nor show any fear at that point, she showed only defiance. If she wasn’t medicated, she would try to shift and protect herself, but she could not. Not until the drugs wore off.
And now for that infamous last monologue that bad guys usually rattled off, for surely his time on this earth was limited. “You can’t take her away! I’ve invested too much into her! I’ve killed for her. All her stupid little friends, her precious daddy…” Her eyes widened at that last one, he had died from natural causes, she thought. “I’ve had her kidnapped by complete idiots, and tracked her for years. For science! I’m so close!” She was so angry now, and he was distracted by his ravings enough that she felt the knife go somewhat slack. “You will ruin everything! EVERYTHING! Her blood is the key to saving the rainforests! I made her into what she is now. I knew she was special when I saw her as a child. She has a way with flowers and plants. She just didn’t see it until I took her and molded her. I sped up her process. I don’t want to kill her but I will if you step any closer! I need her blood!”
She bit his hand, and the knife clattered to the ground. He gave a shrill cry, and she tasted his blood as soon as she clamped her teeth down harder. He grabbed her hair with his other hand and ripped his captive one free, then balled his injured fist despite the pain, ready to hit her face. Xavia did not flinch, she merely spit in his face, the chunk of skin and some blood mixed with her saliva. It landed right in his eye.
The plant mutant may be disabled for now, but adrenaline pumped through her and caused a strength to rise that she hadn’t had. She let her heel fly, kicking him in the knee with her bare foot. He stumbled a little and she rolled onto her tummy, grabbing for the knife he’d dropped. The old man surprised her by being spry enough to lunge for her ankles, and she rolled over and kicked out again, her foot landing on his chin. She gave some kind of ragged noise, as much noise as her injured pipes would allow, something savage, and as soon as she had a sure grip on the handle of the knife… STAB! She plunged the thing into his shoulder, and he stumbled back again, this time hitting something solid behind the flash light. He didn’t see it, but she could see the outline of a foot. That was it. And she knelt on the floor, one leg out, hands splayed in the dim light of the flashlight, opposite knee on the ground, and a look of pure blood lust on her face for the first time in her life. All of the pain he'd caused her, she thought, all of the death, her life turning to crap. A sense of finality came over her, she was no longer scared. He was nothing. It was as if time was suspended for her, for she watched as his face turned white when the solid form behind him was not one of his guards.
It would be over soon, she knew. But she wanted the killing blow.
Xavia was able to get the strap… Just barely, she thought as she frantically tugged at the wide leather. God, her head was filled with fog, and she was feeling dizzy. She shook with trepidation and would turn her head toward the sudden sound of dying men, screaming as their lives were snuffed out.
Come on, come on! She felt the strap pull free of the buckle enough that she could shimmy her hand out, though that wasn’t very easy to do. Stay awake, Xavia, she thought to herself. It was somewhat difficult to breathe through the tube when the machine was off. Her hand trembled as she felt for the other strap, and she hurriedly loosed her other hand.
When both hands were free, the first thing she grabbed for was the mask over her face. She braced herself, gagging as the tube is pulled out as quickly as she managed. She coughed and wheezed as soon as it was out, tears of pain trickling down her cheek because she was no professional and probably scraped the hell out of her vocal cords.
But she couldn’t afford to stay still, and started ripping at the various tubes, unable to scream but for a pitiful gasp as some hurt more than others. And then she freed the rest of her from her bonds, and rolled to the floor. Unfortunately for her, her legs were like rubber from the sedatives, and her foot caught in one of the loops she had freed herself from, tipping the table over with a loud clatter that could most likely be heard outside of her cell.
She lay on her side, but not defeated, and started to scoot her way toward the very dim sliver of light that trickled in through the door window every time a gun fired. Slowly but surely, she dragged her way over to the door, so very tired and silently crying out as her limbs started to regain feeling.
She groped for the door handle and jiggled it, but of course it was locked. She slammed her palm against the surface of the door, beating a tattoo for however long it took. And then the light from a flashlight filled the room as best as it could. The door is unlocked and yanked open, and the good doctor came in. “Oh no you don’t!” He dropped the flashlight, and grabbed for her around her waist.
“No! No!” She wheezed, not loud enough to be more than a ragged whisper.
She’d fallen into a deep sleep again. When her eyes opened, she was alone, still hooked up to all the doodads and whatnots, the sound of the heart monitor beeping off to one side. Only now there was a tube down her throat, and an IV bag dripping. Drip… Drip… Drip…
Xavia panicked, struggled against the belts that strapped her down, not even knowing how long she was unconscious, it had to have been at least a few hours. Though it felt like an eternity with the way she felt. Her fingers felt so numb.
The light, a sun lamp apparently, flickered above her. Once, then twice, and then kind of gave one last shudder before she was engulfed in darkness. Something must have happened to the generator, because no light filtered from the window on the portal into the room. Everything stopped. All she could hear now were random shouts, muffled by the walls to her cell, and the odd noise of her breathing through the tube, since the machines were all off.
She flipped her hand as best as she could and felt around for the strap.
Okie doke. So I have no internet right now and am not sure when I will have it again. Alas, I must go to the library or worse, McD's if I want a signal. With as much as I have been up to lately, the opportunities are far and few in between. But I will let you all know when I come back
Things are going well otherwise. I am enjoying my apartment, am about to go on vacay to see my family, and am being fought over at work and stuff (lol). I miss you all and hope you are all well.
I am going to be returning soon, hopefully... But things have been busy busy busy. We just got done with Derby in Kentucky, which was a lot of extra hours at work and caused health issues to pop up on top of it. I just recovered from yet another infection and was so looking forward to seeing my mom and dad on sunday, but just found out I have to be at work AS they are getting into Louisville and I might not even get to see them when they do. And this will be a lonnnnnnnng day, as it is a vintage car show that opens up way early and doesn't close till the wee hours of the next morning. Aside from that, there has been a food truck festival, and I do the work of three or four people. So as you can imagine, my time is eaten up by the night club nowadays, and leaves me little time to play. After this car show and this next week, I might be less busy. Cross your fingers,pretty please
Xavia darted through the front door of the building, and gave a cursory glance until she saw where the stairs were. Forget elevators, they made her uneasy. It was about halfway up the first flight that she heard the sounds coming from above, it seemed that someone was in trouble. Her pace quickened and she took the stairs two at a time while concentrating a little on photosynthesis. Her skin roughened and then hardened into a bark like armor, but it would take the time she spent scaling the many stairs getting to her destination.
A good, several minutes passed before she was facing the beast and the beauty, and she looked at the pair with a glint in her caramel gaze. What could she do? Her main focus had been to help the man who was floating outside, but she seemed to have a more pressing matter at hand. Besides, the two people were in the way of her getting to that floor where she could help him.
“Stop!” Her own command even surprised her. She hardly ever got into this kind of situation, she was always the one running away. But did she really have a choice? No. She concentrated harder, spreading her feet apart and ducking her head a little, sweat seeping in the form of sap while she was in this half-plant form. Branches and tendrils of vines began to curl away from her, she was setting her trap.
The plant mutant was minding her own business, meandering along the pavement and weaving through the masses without a word. The sound of a crash overhead went ignored… That is until she felt the sting. It was like the crowd gave a collective gasp, some probably raising their arms to shield or skittering out of the way. Not Xavia though. Broken glass was like glitter upon the sidewalk and street, sharp confetti being strewn about beneath the one who was falling toward the earth. She looked down at her forearm to see a knick or two, and then looked up with a puckered brow only to see someone falling… No, floating.
She was damn lucky that she wasn’t directly beneath him, she would have been more severely injured than a mere knick indeed. She frowned as she cupped her hand over her eyes, not recognizing the armor at all, nor the person clad in it. He was pretty far up anyway, so making out his features wasn’t really going to happen. Even further up, she thought she could see another figure looming in the window that the floating man flew out of, but she couldn’t be sure.
The woman ignored the murmur of the crowd and took action, ducking to the side of the building to look for a fire escape to scale and hopefully get a closer look. None… What the deuce? No fire escape? She looked around in bewilderment, finding it more odd to see no ladder than she found seeing the man in mid air!
She ground her teeth and rounded back to where the glass had fallen, the heels of her motorcycle boots crunching loudly upon the debris. Annnd into the building she went, no more planty footing it around.
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