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?
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At the sight of his face, she stared for a minute. It was obvious that she was still in a big shock after what happened. She then moved off the gurney, moving to curl up against him if he should let her. She was trembling big time by that point, burying her face against his neck. She couldn't help but cling to him, the whole ordeal had been quite a fright for her. Even at that moment, knowing that she was safe and alive, that she hadn't lost the babies, even all that wasn't enough to dispel the images of the angry face.
She didn't really ask why the man did what he did, it was clear there was something wrong with him; something had broken within his brain that left him mad. Xavia couldn't help but tremble violently at the thought that she could have died. Oh, god, she would have done so with unfinished business, she wasn't ready to go! Not now... She nuzzled her face against his neck and she gave a shuddering sigh, “I was so scared.”
It was probably going to take a bit of time for her to compose herself. Having some psycho breathing down her neck for a few months, only to go completely aggro on her was not something she would forget any time soon. Good God, why did she have to deal with things like this? Why couldn't she just be left alone? It seemed that the time had come to hire another body guard, if not for her peace of mind, but for those who cared about her.
Her head was resting upon her desk in the office she rarely ever took advantage of because she had a better place to go for doing stuff. Xavia was caught in one of her pregnancy naps, though she didn't actually mean to fall asleep. The sound of someone's voice intruded upon her sleeping brain, she sat up abruptly, the paper she had been grading was stuck to her cheek. “What? Mmm? Oh... Uh... Come in,” she said groggily as she peeled the offending paper off of her cheek and set it aside, leaning back in her chair.
Man, these kids would have her sleeping in the most random places, wouldn't they? She tapped her fingers against her cheek to try and focus on waking up a bit more, but it was so hard when she was just... so blasted tired.
Of course, it wasn't just the kids, but lots of things had happened all at once. She couldn't exactly stay away from her jobs, though, and she couldn't avoid people even though she had every reason to want to... She just had to keep on trucking. Hiding away in her office didn't seem to work yet, she thought as she waited for whoever was knocking to come in.
"I am sure it was not'ing. Just... weird stuff happening. I feel like someone watches me all t'e time but I am pretty sure it is hormones talking." But then, how did one explain the weird text messages and things just... out of place. She sighed and took a bite, then decided to peek at her phone, only to wish she hadn't. What happened at the hospital? You break a pretty finger?
"Anyway, just... unsettled." she said and dropped the phone on the table.
She continued to feel kind of unsettled, but didn't know how to take the text messages she kept getting, that sense of being watched, etc. Her fingers twitched with the urge to turn her phone off... She very well could have at that point, seeing as she was home, but she didn't. Xavia didn't say anything about it after that, she would figure it out, wouldn't she? Well? Probably not.
She thought about this as she approached one of her favorites, her rose bushes. Kendra seemed very eager to see some of what she could do, and though Xavia wasn't eager to show off, she would do it because she was asked. She touched some closed buds with her fingertip, and the buds would bloom into their full glory. Xavia knelt down and touched the ground, causing more stems and blooms to pop out.
It was all easy stuff for her, it might seem complex to others, though. Yes, she knew about the teleportation, Kendra had used it on her the night after a-hole did what he did. Just like Kendra had seen the vines and such.
Posted by Xavia on Jul 14, 2017 15:10:51 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
It was so hard to focus on him, her eye was so heavy... But he was talking to her, and she could only look at him for a time, and then she said on a wheeze, “Not... going... anywhere.” Her words might have been a struggle to speak, but she was able to give a slight smile with the good side of her lips, and then she sighed with the effort it took. Staying awake was going to be hard, but she resolved she would do it, not just for her children, but for the words he failed to say, for him.
Xavia squeezed at his hand one more time, but his face swam before her gaze. She only took short breaths, it hurt to take normal ones. She kept her hand in his and tried like hell to stay awake for him, but eventually, it became too much for her and she drifted in and out of the comfort of the darkness for the duration of the drive.
When next she actually woke, it was probably by the time they had gotten into the infirmary, and the doc had done his magic. She opened her eyes, and was staring up at the ceiling. The large breath she drew in was refreshing after not being able to breathe right. Her eyes were wide, she sat up thinking she woke up from a nightmare, until... that is, she looked around and saw where she was. Holy crap... She lay back and put her hand over her forehead.
Posted by Xavia on Jul 13, 2017 18:14:33 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
Someone found her phone and her purse, and she gave it to Artair as people circled the scene. At the sound of his voice, Xavia looked up at Artair, wheezing that weird sounding wheeze that happens when a lung is punctured. Well, she could only open one eye, anyway, her face swollen on the right. Most of the beating had happened at the back and sides of her head, but he had split her lip in two places, and there were at least four punctures and several scrapes/bruises/abrasions. There were lots of defense wounds, painting a picture of how she couldn't even get her powers going with how quickly the attack had happened.
“Artair,” she lifted a hand to grip at his arm, but it hurt to breathe and it was so hard to form words right at the moment... “It was him,” she said on a labored breath, he wouldn't need to ask who she meant by that. She didn't say anymore, didn't have it in her. After that, she gave in to the haze of darkness where it didn't hurt.
When next she opened that eye, she had been moved to the back of the town car and they were on their way to the hospital. She patted around for his hand since she was half blind, and then clutched it, feeling the sticky feel of her own blood on his hand as she gripped, and she kept her eye upon him, squeezing when he asked her to stay with him and tried to reassure her that she would be okay. Her other hand kinda lifted and touched his face, and then it dropped to her side because she was just so very tired feeling.
She picked at her fries some and grew kind of serious, not saying anything for a moment. Her phone actually buzzed on the table, and she kind of gave it one of those... looks. She didn't pick it up, she just stared at it. "I would like some donuts, yes. If that is okay... And maybe you can take me home and stay over for a little while. Whatever you want to do is fine." She grabbed the phone and hesitantly peeked at it. She knew it wouldn't be Artair, they didn't text a lot, they weren't clingy to one another. Yet.
It was from an unknown number.... Again... "Derek... Have your animals ever told you about anyone coming around?" She did not delete the text, she kept it just in case. She took a deep breath.
Xavia was on the couch, staring down at her phone when Kendra was finished with what she was doing. She had gotten this weird text, it made no sense, and she didn't know who it was from but the fact that it was happening and weird things kept happening since after the attack, she wasn't sure what to think. Her eyebrows were puckered as she read and reread the text.
2375399002: I bet your skin is as soft as the roses you smell like.
What in the hell?
When Kendra started speaking, she jumped and the phone was dropped. She put her hand up to her throat and took several breaths. Crap... She peered at Kendra while trying to calm her pounding heart, saying, “Uh... yeah... I can do t'at I suppose... But I have to be careful not to overdo it.”
She reached down to pick her phone up and tucked it into her pocket, standing up and taking another deep breath. “I keep having weird t'ings happen lately, and feeling like someone's watching all t'e time. You t'ink I am having issues wit' my hormones or am I really seeing t'ings happen?”
She led the way toward the back yard where her garden was.
Posted by Xavia on Jul 12, 2017 14:41:16 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
The Hawk that Derek had watching over her, he flew off from the branch he was perched upon to go to Derek instead of attacking. He wouldn't have a free shot with him so close and with a blade in hand.
It wouldn't be hard to miss the screams coming from somewhere toward the middle of the park. At some point, she probably broke free and tried to fight because she wasn't about to let him kill her. The fight lasted only briefly, though the man did significant damage. Xavia stayed on her feet as best as she could, after a particular battering about the head, stumbled back against a tree.... And... she went into it? Only briefly, but it was enough to startle her. That had never happened before! She fell out on the other side, and he was about to get her again, but the sound of people running caught his attention, as well as sirens because someone had to have called the police. The man ran and left her as a heap on the ground.
Xavia lay there, staring up at the sky, struggling to keep her eyes open. The knife he'd used was still in the vicinity, he had managed to get her with it a few time if the fact that her right lung burning and her having a hard time breathing had anything to do with it. Her head hurt so bad! Why did he do this to her?
“Artair...” she wheezed out, praying that he found her. Stay awake... You have to stay awake...
But the darkness was so comforting! She could hear people off in the distance, the scrambling to find whoever made the screaming sounds, but she simply couldn't keep her eyes open... She closed her eyes.
"Rat'er annoying, no?" she asked as she shifted uncomfortable on the bar stool Finally, she spotted the manager, waved him over, and spoke to him briefly. She politely told him she wanted to leave and didn't want to wait until later, just give her her cut so she could get out of there. The guy kinda got a bit miffed until she explained that she had just had to diffuse a situation he ignored and either he pay her now or she get his ass fired.
"I have to leave now, I just made manager mad. Fine by me." she muttered when she returned, stuffing her check into her purse. She had only gotten $500 for this job. But that was okay, she never wanted to do the job.
Posted by Xavia on Jul 12, 2017 9:31:54 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
“It's okay. I am still looking for a good spot to set up and all.” She looked over her shoulder in the direction she felt that creepy feeling from. She rubbed at her arm with her free hand. Xavia was trying to not let this stalker thing be a focus in her life, but she felt the urge to call the cops every time she turned around. “I am trying to be okay but t'at person sent me more messages last night, all kinds of t'em... Police could not trace t'e calls at all, said t'ey were doing all t'ey could but whoever he is... He's... I just want him to stop.”
And then she found the spot and felt cheered up a little bit. She was about to start walking back when she heard the sound of walking, but didn't see anyone. She turned about and craned her head about to try and see what was happening. Her brows puckered and her heart started thumping pretty hard. When a small dog came trotting out of the shadows, she nearly jumped out of her skin..
The dog looked pretty small, and rather tame. No need to be freaked out, she thought as she turned away from the tilted headed animal who gave a small bark and wag of tail. “Just really weird,” she said on a low voice into the phone. And then, on Artair's side, he would hear the intake of a trembling breath, and the sound a phone would make when it hit the ground, but the phone didn't cut off.
On Xavia's side, she felt a strong arm go around her, and lips against her ear. “I told you that I would see you soon. Why didn't you answer your phone? I wouldn't make a move if I were you, baby... I know you have thorns but I do too.” She felt the cold metal against her neck, and he dug the tip in just enough for a single droplet to slither down her neck.
“Who are you?” she asked, doing as he said for the moment, willing the animal that Derek sent not to attack while the man had his friggen knife against her throat. It could quite possibly kill her. Please, please, please don't.
“You know who I am.” he reached his hand down and pressed it to her belly, “You get fat? Or is there something you haven't bothered to come to me and tell me?”
“Don't do this,” she said, the fear was a heavy lump against that knife and tears were in her eyes. She tried not to move at all, tried to think of how to disarm him and get away from him.
“Don't do what?” The man cut her off before she could say anything further, then yelled, “Ruin you the way you ruined me?! Shut up.... SHUT THE F**K UP! You do as I say and maybe, just maybe, I will let you live, you stupid woman.” She could feel flecks of spit hitting her cheek as he got angrier, and she flinched. She tried not to even whimper, and he pushed her away from him enough to put the knife at the small of her back and his free hand clamping on her shoulder, “Now... You and I are going to go over there.... and you're going to feel a world of hurt for ruining my life.”
He marched her forward, still too close to her for anything to safely attack him and not hit her. His voice became that sing song voice that was no longer distorted by some voice changer, but was still pretty creepy, nevertheless. “Zzzzaaaaaaahhhhvvvviiaaaaahhhh.... Your fear only makes me happpppierr... Don't think of turning on me now with your nightshade, I will only want to hurt you morrrre.” Besides, he had come prepared. He.... was an adapted now.
WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING YOUR PHONE? Maybe I should just... CALL YOUR MOTHER! I can feel the spit on the corners of my lips as I am muttering because of her, like I'm becoming a rabid dog and want to bite her... I am going to do something really stupid because of her, doesn't she f***ing know that?
I am going to strike soon, and she won't be able to fight me. I will spray weed killer all over her if I have to. Stupid woman. Why didn't she just stay away after I saw her the first time? It's all... her... FAULT!
I am calling her again... “Zzzzzaaaaaaviiiiiaaaaaahhhh.... ZZZZZZAAAAAAHHHHVIIIIIIAAAAHHHH!” And again, “Answer your PHONE YOU B**CH!” And again, “I'm gonnnnnaaa GEEEETTTTTT you, and then I'm gonnnnnna make you hurt!” And again, “ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAVIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” And again, “I wonder if you will wilt just like a flower if when I pick you. Xavia, I'll see you sooner than you think.” And one more time, “DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOUR MOTHER AND SCARE HER TOO! DO YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?!”
I throw the phone at the wall and it breaks into a bunch of pieces... And there goes my security deposit, too, stupid woman! Now there is a hole in the wall because I did something really naughty... Hahah... She won't know it until it hits her... Hehehe..... She'll be pissing all over herself.... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Posted by Xavia on Jul 11, 2017 17:36:41 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
From his perspective:
My carefully laid plans are coming to fruition. I have her pissing herself by now. I am sure of it. I paid a visit to her house last night and knocked on her window while she was laying there trying to sleep. I HATE THAT F***ING WOMAN! I HATE THE WAY SHE LOOKS SO DAMN BEAUTIFUL AND I WANT TO KEEP HER IN A JAR... Damn her. She ruined my life... I will make her pay soon, she will pay dearly for what she did to me.
Indeed, my patience has come to an end. I have given her long enough to wonder what is going on. I know she is thinking about me, but doesn't know who I am. I know she has to be pondering why her? Poor HER. SHE WON'T WONDER ANYMORE WHEN I CORNER HER LIKE THE SCARED LITTLE RABBIT SHE IS! And then? Then I will make her hurt the way she made me hurt...
I am calling her right now... Maybe I will call her one last time before I get her, but I want to instill some more fear into her. “ZZZZZAAAAAHHHHVIIIIAAHHHH..... Pick up your phone... I just want to talk to youuuu... ANSWER YOUR PHONE, YOU F***ING WOMAN!”
She won't pick up, though. I feel my anger boiling and throw my phone against the wall. Damn it, I need to make her pay NOW. I HATE HER! URGGGHHH, URRGGGH!
There was a sound on her window... Tap... taptap... She rested in the living room, trying to get over the massive bout of nausea that she was feeling at the moment. It was passed midnight, her kid and mom were asleep, and there she was being kept up by her unborn children. She sat up, craning her neck and squinting toward the window. The feeling of dread filled the pit of her stomach and she turned on the lamp beside the couch.
Xavia stood and peered out the window, but all she saw was darkness, and drops of rain start to spatter against the cool glass. She rubbed at her arms while walking about, locking windows just to be on the safe side... It had to be the rain, right? But she wasn't so sure as she moved to double check the dead bolt on her door. She then pulled all the shades down...
The next morning, she went outside to collect her mail and newspaper. She tucked all the stuff underneath her arm and walked around the side of the house to make sure her flower beds were okay after a pretty gross storm happened the night before. That was when she saw the large foot print in the mud by the window that she had heard that tapping from.
She froze, dropped the mail where she stood, and ran into the house to get her phone. Her fingers shook as she took herself outside again and took a few pictures. The clearest one, she sent to both Devon ( Tempest ) and Artair ( Artair Hawke )...
Me: I am not crazy... this was outside one of my windows... I'm starting to get really scared. Calling the police, will call you, Artair, after.
Me:
Indeed, the cops were called, they also took pictures and asked some questions. They would watch her house on patrol, but there wasn't much they could do without knowing much information. After the cops left, she received phone call that was an unknown number. She didn't answer, but the caller left a voicemail:
Heavy breathing, then a distorted voice... “They can't help you.” Click....
Her heart was pounding, she dropped the phone and stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, really scared now... The phone call she promised Artair was not made.
She kept having a most disturbing feeling that eyes were upon her... Every time she left the house, it was like someone followed her... To the mansion, to the studio, to the greenhouse and the park when she went on her walks; it got to the point where she was constantly looking over her shoulder. Xavia felt quite unsettled about it and wasn't sure if it was her imagination or if she just happened to be dealing with paranoia.
It started shortly before she met Artair... Subtle things were happening at first. For instance, it looked like someone tried to open a screen up on a window in the back of the house. Her mother could have done that, though, so she kind of blew it off for a while. After that date is when it started to get worse. She'd thought that maybe it was her imagination, still, and continued to go about her business until something extremely weird happened. She was driving to work one day, and she noticed a car behind her that kept making the same turns as she did. This was, perhaps, a day after she broke the news of her twins.
Xavia stopped somewhere along the way, then watched the car with tinted windows, so dark that she couldn't tell who the driver was if she had wanted to, and it unnerved her to the point where she got out of the car and the car sped off. What in the...?
She pulled out her phone and shot a text to Artair..,
Me: I don't know if I am seeing things or if I am being followed. I don't feel right, it really feels like I am being watched. Just saw a car keep making the same turns as me through the rear view mirror, stopped the car, got out and the other person sped off. Am I being paranoid?
Warrior: It's probably nothing, but if you see something else like that, call me and tell me, and then call the police.
Me: I will... Maybe it is just hormones playing with my head. Just... Have this feeling like I don't want to be alone right now. Will call after work to let you know all is well.
Warrior: Try not to think about it too much. Talk then.
After the text conversation, she went to work, but still couldn't shake the feeling that something weird was going on. Eventually, though, she had to get on with things, like taking care of her plants and such because the school year was over and the students weren't there to assign to plants anymore. Sure, she had her assistants, but she needed the distraction. Add to that, she wanted to keep in shape, and she would rather use the Mansion facilities than get stuck in the crowd of a public gym.
After she was through with work and made it home, that foreboding feeling came back twofold. She didn't see anything that time, but she did call Artair and say, “I really can't shake t'e feeling t'at someone is out t'ere watching or somet'ing. I don't know what to do, I have no way to prove it. Just... If somet'ing happens... I don't know...” She'd trail off and they would have their conversation, more lighthearted toward the end as she told him where the date was going to be and that surprises would be involved, that she took his joke to heart and would, indeed, sweep him off of his feet.....
From the Stalker's Point of View
Why can't I get her out of my head? She doesn't deserve my thoughts, let alone is too defiant for my liking. I think I want her to comply to me, that is it... God, the taste of her lips is like nectar to me, sweet honey all sweet on my tongue. And the smell of her? It drove me crazy. I had to have her and now I want her again. I am watching her now, every day... Keeping my distance as much as possible but it is hard to stay away from her. I know all about her, who she is, where she came from, and I want her to be on my leash under my command. Why is she so damn beautiful?
There she is, right now... Peering at me without seeing me. I have gotten under her skin, haven't I? I will have her, believe that. I like that frightened look she has on her face. I think I am going to like it more when my hands wrap around her lovely throat and squeeze out the air. I want her to beg me to let her live since she deserves to be punished for trying to hurt me. I want her punished for making my wife leave me. She ruined my life!
God, but I want to cause her to suffer.
Ahh, there she is again, yes... Look at me like a doe caught in head lights, Xavia...
