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.
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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.
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In truth, Astrid wasn’t really aware of the implications that her words might have. Yes, she knew what dates were, and she knew that they were important, but she didn’t know whether they would be scary or nerve wracking. Sure, talking to Alice about it was terrifying, but she had figured that she was just strange and unpracticed. Surely Alice would have a much better handle on things.
Apparently not.
Both girls were blushing profusely and making awkward teenage movements. Astrid wasn’t as strange and unusual as she had thought that she was, which was good to know. Maybe life hadn’t completely screwed her over.
Her heart was pounding hard in her chest. So hard, in fact, that she was afraid it might just burst through her rib cage in order to have more room. She was so impossibly nervous. Her hands were shaking as she brought her wine glass to her lips to take another sip.
>>"So do you have a phone number? I think we kind of exchange numbers now, or something."
”Yes,” Astrid responded proudly. She reached into her dress pocket(!) and dug out the phone that Panu had bestowed upon her. Yes, she had a phone. Yes, she was connected to the world. Sure, she only had about five numbers on it and it mostly sat unused, but it was still fun to be able to show people that she wasn’t so in the dark that she didn’t have her own tech.
The teen opened her contacts and passed the device over to Alice, hoping that the French text wouldn’t confuse her too much. If she had ever had a reason to learn English, it was this.
>>"And is there anything you really like food wise, just out of interest?"
Astrid paused for a minute. She was more than used to just eating whatever was there or whatever she had enough money for. It had been nice to have a kitchen at Honeycomb, but she was still exploring food and what she liked. Growing up, there hadn’t really been much choice. If she had to say what she liked…
Oh! ”Grape!” Astrid replied, a wide smile growing on her face. Yes, grapes were the best, and they were so fun to throw at people.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Jul 20, 2017 10:07:15 GMT -6
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In all honestly, Astrid couldn’t remember her first ever flight. She’d learned it along with walking, and she really didn’t remember doing so. She’d probably sucked, but she also would have been a toddler. It wasn’t fair to say that she sucked. She simply shrugged at the implication.
Jude, on the other hand, was a full grown man-boy, and he could walk and talk and do all the things that a people could do. It was funny to see him struggling like that. Very, very funny.
He sat next to her, which made her suddenly tense up. He quickly informed her that he didn’t have any plans to steal her secret spot, which made her feel a little better. Astrid didn’t want to have to share with anyone, even if he was the only person that she felt like she could talk to in a very long time. Her muscles loosened and she tugged her mouth to the side and thought about whether she could deem him trustworthy or not.
<I go everywhere,> she shrugged. That was the truth, really. Before Honeycomb, her only permanent location had been the Ragnarok housing area, and even then it was pretty lonely, so she didn’t tend to stay there long. She spent most of her days roaming the streets. <I play in the park for money sometimes, but mostly I just wander.>
There wasn’t much to do for an out of work teen that was avoiding the government.
Astrid was certain that she had said something wrong. Alice was completely silent for a while, which made the teen fret. Maybe it hadn’t translated right? Or maybe she’d said something totally offensive? It was strange. She’d never worried about being offensive before, but now it was all that she worried about. She didn’t want to make Alice angry or uncomfortable. In fact, she was just about ready to take back all of her words and leave if she needed to.
What had become of her? Confident Astrid with her murder-stabbing tendencies was suddenly worried about what some girl thought of her, and she had barely had any of her wine. It was like she was two different people, one with Alice and one with the rest of the world. For some reason (Alice), she was more okay with that fact than she would have been if she’d heard about it a week ago.
>>"I, well yes I do like you. More than a little. If you mean what I think you mean at least."
THat revelation made Astrid’s heart flutter all strangely. Alice liked her too! Maybe. If her head had translated that right. She blushed a little and looked down at her glass. Was she supposed to be that nervous? Was that right? She would have to ask Jude.
>>"I think you're cute and awesome and oh god why I am i the one freaking out about this? but if you are asking if want to go on a date with you, then of course I'd want to."
Black eyes shot back upwards to meet Alice’s blue ones. A… a date? Astrid had never been on a date. She’d never even thought about going on a date before. Was that what was supposed to happen next? Oh God, what was she supposed to do?
While she was having confusing inner turmoil, Alice had placed a hand on top of hers, which felt so nice. Her skin was so soft and pretty, and the touch was so light. It wasn’t often that Astrid received any touch that wasn’t intended to harm. It was so strange but so welcome. Was that what everyone else felt on a regular basis? No wonder they were so damn happy all the time.
>>"Do you feel the same way?"
”I… yes? I am think yes? I am not being on date once,” she admitted quietly. Every experience was new for her, but she really wanted to try them out. All of them felt so good and right and she had thought that they wouldn’t. It was worth trying.
Lots of what Alice said was very confusing. She used topsy turvy logic and phrases that had Astrid lost somewhere in the first sentence. What she could understand was that it was sometimes hard and sometimes not. That was very confusing.
For Astrid, it hadn’t been that hard, anyway. It was probably because of her lack of exposure and therefore prejudice, but she didn’t really care that much. Figuring it out had been weird and confusing, but admitting it wasn’t as big of a deal to her. Especially since she learned that it wasn’t weird to do so. That made everything better.
The question was really about her next steps. Sure, she could go back to her old life and ignore what she had figured out about herself, but that seemed stupid and pointless. What was the use in figuring it out if she wasn’t going to do anything about it? Alice would surely tell her what to do in the frightening wonderland that she was about to fall into.
More big English words followed by a personal story. What Astrid mostly understood was that she had to ‘ask a girl out’ when she was ready. That was a phrase that she knew from television. Asking out was supposed to be a scary thing that people did when they were in love, whatever that was like.
The idea of love had always been elusive and far off for Astrid. It was never hers to have, only to observe from afar. She wasn’t sure whether or not she would like it if she ever had it. There was only one real way to know, though.
So, she had to ask out a girl. That seemed weird. Astrid didn’t like many people. There were a few girls in honeycomb, but she mostly hated them, and they were all old and weird. Anyone else that she knew was old or male.
Except for Alice…
Pretty, pretty Alice who liked girl and was sitting right there… and what was the point in looking for someone else to crush on when it seemed so perfect? They had just met and knew absolutely nothing about each other, but she was really pretty, and Astrid had never felt anything like that before. It seemed too good to waste.
”Well… if you are liking the girls and I am liking the girls then maybe we are liking each other?” Astrid asked slowly, stumbling over her words. It sort of made sense, but not totally. She hoped that Alice would be able to decipher her broken English.
Alice seemed to knowledgeable and worldly. Sure, Astrid had paid her dues and spent the time necessary to become acquainted with the harsh realities of real life, but there were just so many things she didn’t know. Without a regular childhood or really anyone to talk to, Astrid often felt like she had missed out on so much experience and information. Sometimes she just had to make up for it in unorthodox ways.
Like in a bar with a pretty blue-haired girl.
She had admitted to something that hadn’t even occurred to her until that moment, but it felt impossibly right. Yeah, it felt better the longer she sat with the idea. Boys just weren’t for her, but girls could be. The right girl, anyway. It was still strange to want to have feelings that weren’t evil or bloodthirsty.
She had almost expected Alice to give her more explanation about what to do next, but all that she did was thank her for being willing to tell her. Why wouldn’t she have told her? Alice had just told her about it, after all, and it didn’t seem like something that a person should keep a secret. Astrid just didn’t understand.
”Is this being hard more the time?” she asked cluelessly, cocking her head at the girl again before taking a sip of her wine. Really, she could have lived under a rock and known just about the same amount of information that she did there. It was hard to be someone living alone that didn’t speak the native language in a city that big. It was easy to get lost in the shuffle, especially if it wasn’t something newsworthy.
The only other thing that Alice said was to offer to answer any questions that Astrid might have. Now that was really something that she wanted to hear. She had lots of questions, even if some of them hadn’t occurred to her yet.
One really stuck out to her. She’d just ‘come out’, and she was sitting in a bar with a pretty girl drinking wine, but was there something more to it? ”Which am I being do next?” she inquired. Some guidance was exactly what she needed. A very pretty girl to show her exactly what it was that girls did when they dated…
Impact said that it was going to be okay, and Astrid really did believe her. She got to her feet with the support of a countertop and swayed a little once standing. Her body was desperately trying to adjust to the new weight and centre of gravity, but it was taking a toll on both her her muscles and her heart. It was working tirelessly, to pump blood to every part of her body, but she was lightheaded and her fingertips were all numb. It was hard to tell which was the result of the crystal and which was the result of everything else that had happened.
The teen stumbled out of the room and into the hallway, using the walls and other secured items to help her. Walking felt wrong and uncomfortable, and flying definitely wasn’t an option. No matter how much she wanted to, she just couldn’t figure out how to shift back.
Once they were in the hallway, the sound of the alarm had grown so much louder. It reverberated off of the walls and forced its way through Astrid’s ears. She put her hands to her head and tried to block out the noise while she leaned against the wall.
As much as Astrid just wanted to sit there and pretend like everything was alright, Impact was right; they were there to save the day. They had gone there to save people, so that was what they needed to do. She just needed to muster up the courage and strength to do so.
They weren’t alone, though. A woman had appeared in the hallway as well as several guards. The Green Team just couldn’t seem to catch a break. In her head, Astrid was groaning and moaning enough for all three of them.
Surely, she figured, Impact would have no issue taking her out, and they could be on their merry way in a few minutes. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.
An adapted. That was just wonderful. Astrid’s eyes grew impossibly sad as she watched Impact’s blast fizzle out several feet from the woman. That was just too bad. They were going to have to result to other things.
She was… oh dear God she was an adapted. Astrid could just… lay down in her field and she wouldn’t even have to shift back. It would just happen automatically, and her problem would be solved.
Only, that wasn’t something that she could do. She had a team to protect, and she couldn’t do that if she was on the floor in a puddle again. As much as she wanted to just lay down, she nodded at Cait and took up her mantle. Astrid took in a deep breath and walked around the other two women to stand guard over their backs. If anyone dared approach, then she was going to make sure that they didn’t get past her. No matter how much it hurt.
Astrid, frankly, was very worried that she was weird. She was supposed to like boys, wasn’t she? That’s what all the girls in her books and shows did, anyway; they got married and had lots of kids and then faded away into obscurity. That just didn’t sound like Astrid at all.
But then what was she if she didn’t like boys? She had no idea. With no formal education and no knowledge on the subject, Astrid didn’t really know anything about sexuality. It was a weird, dark area that she wasn’t at all sure how to navigate. She really needed someone to come explain things to her.
Wasn’t Alice amazing?
The winged mutant sat forward in her seat without realizing, absorbing all the information that she could understand (boy, was she thankful for those sessions with Jude). Most of it made sense to her, and she was beginning to get the idea of how things worked. She didn’t have to like boys. She could like anyone she wanted. That was actually so cool. Every once and a while, she learned that the world wasn't as terrible as it usually seemed.
This was yet another reminder that Astrid really needed people in her life. She'd gone so long thinking that she was better off on her own, but she was missing out on information like that. It was such a shame.
In fact, Alice didn’t like boys either. Alice liked girls. That meant that… she was pretty, and she liked people of Astrid’s gender. The teen felt her face flush. Weird thoughts that she’d never had before were running through her head, and she didn’t know what to do with them. They were new and foreign, but they were giving her an idea of what she felt...
”I think… I am not liking the boys? Girls… are being better…” Her blush only deepened and she looked down at her wine glass for a moment before taking a very large sip.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Jul 14, 2017 20:56:50 GMT -6
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As terrible as Jude had been with the takeoff, he was even worse trying to land. He circled for a little bit after she had landed, talking about how there would be worst case scenarios and failure that would ensue. All that she wanted to see was him tumble off the side so she could laugh about it.
She was sitting with her feet dangling off the edge, giggling hysterically as he made a horrible landing. Astrid had turned around in order to watch him fail, only to see him with her head bowed down facing her back. It was priceless. <Do you suck this much with all of your powers?>
He didn’t suck with the healing, but that one was probably easy to get a hang of. You just put your hand on somewhere that was wounded and then heal it. That didn’t really sound hard. Something interesting, though, like turning into a giant shrimp, was probably funny to watch.
<You need so much practice. That was horrible,> Astrid laughed at him.
>><You come here a lot?>
Astrid felt herself get suddenly defensive of her secret space. Why on earth had she shown him this spot? Now she was probably going to have to fight him for it, and she would have nowhere for herself ever again. Her wings and back got tense as she considered an answer.
<No,> she lied, her voice snapping in the cool wind. She wasn’t a good liar.
Astrid pushed her old wine glass aside and picked up her new one, sampling the wine. Yep, it was exactly the same as her old glass, which was just fine. For American wine, it was drinkable, so she would stick to it. That night, she wouldn’t even complain about the service or drinks. Yeah, she would be a pleasant patron for once in her life.
Alice looked to be very pleased with her drink, which made Astrid weirdly happy. She actually had to stop herself from smiling, which never happened. Astrid very rarely smiled. The way that she sighed after taking a drink and then talked in that stupidly adorable accent, though… ugh. It was too weird. What was she supposed to do?
At least she was on the same page with her in regards to boys, though. That, Astrid could talk about without feeling weird. Boys just... well, they were kind of strange looking, in all honesty. She could take or leave them. Sure, there were a few cool ones, but none that were, as Alice had put it, ‘cute’.
”Is that being… weird?” Astrid asked in a hushed tone. Her new friend would probably know what was going on with her, or if she was totally strange (because running around stabbing people at sixteen was so normal) and would never be okay again. She seemed older and knowledgeable, so hopefully, she would be able to help if Astrid needed to see someone to get fixed or something.
If there was one thing in the world that Astrid could empathize with, it was loneliness. As much as she liked to make it seem like she was fine being on her own (all the time), it could get difficult, and it often made Astrid wish that she had someone to talk to, even if she wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Not even herself.
Meeting Jude again had been great. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that she went all that time without really talking to anyone. Or without really speaking French.
Then, in that bar, she was staring at someone who was a little like her. She’d wound up in a new country without any friends, and she was trying to figure out life. What would Astrid be if she didn’t lend the very pretty girl a hand? She could set aside any evil plans for a while. They could wait.
”Do not being worry. I am getting drinks for you,” Astrid commented, putting her hand on the table as she looked back at the bartender working diligently. Anything that she could do to make the girl feel better, she would.
...what was happening to her?
>>"So what do you do around the city, for fun I mean. Or any cute boys you have your eye on?"
Astrid screwed up her face and cocked her head to the side. She’d heard that phrase once before on a television show. They were talking about love, of all things. Did Astrid love boys? ”No,” she replied readily, ”boys are not the cute.”
Really, there wasn’t anyone that was ‘cute’ in the sense that Alice was going for. Boys were weird looking, and girls were just… well, maybe they were cute? Come to think about it, Alice was kind of… ‘cute’. Man, her head was a mess.
A second later, the bartender returned to their table and set their drinks down in front of them.
Everything about the interaction that Astrid was in was strange and foreign. She didn't sit with strangers and make small talk, or order them drinks and not steal their money. That was like... flirting. That wasn't something that Astrid was built for, clearly. It just wasn't how the world worked, was it? It was all too confusing.
She nodded at the girl's drink order, making some assumptions about the English words, and then met the eyes of the bartender that approached. Free drinks and silence; that was their understanding. Astrid picked up her wine glass and made a silent motion for him to refill it before glancing at the blue-haired girl across from her. "And one... nicer beer?" she repeated the words cautiously, cocking her head at Alice to make sure that she'd gotten it right. To her relief, the bartender nodded and hurried back to his post. She hadn't embarrassed herself too much.
>>"Well, it's nice to meet you Astrid and thanks again for the drink, really appreciate it."
All that Astrid could do was nod again. The girl was really disarming, which meant that Astrid's terrible English only got worse the longer she looked at her. Each time that she tried to think of words to respond with, nothing came to mind. She was at a loss. Couldn't she just go back to stabbing? That had been a hell of a lot easier.
Her face flushed ever so slightly, she looked back down at her wine glass and the book in her lap. It felt heavy against the tulle of her black skirt, and she really wished that she could ditch it somewhere. She would die if Alice ever caught a glimpse of it, which meant that she would not be standing for the entirety of their encounter.
>>"How long have you been in America, if you don't mind me asking?"
"Err..." Astrid trailed off as she thought. She knew the answer, but she didn't know how to say it in English. Fragmented words would have to do. Dammit, so much for being cool. "One and some of the years. How long is you being here?"
Was that what conversation was? Asking questions back and forth and feeling like an equal? If so, Astrid was finding that she actually quite liked it.
Posted by Astrid Dubois on Jul 3, 2017 22:08:03 GMT -6
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They flew over New York City, taking in the view as they went. For Astrid, it was nothing more than an average night spent using her ability, but it was clear that it was something more for Jude. He didn't get the same luxury of getting to fly whenever he wanted to; he had to wait until someone gave him the ability. Of course, he also got to walk around and act like he wasn't a mutant whenever he wanted to, but Astrid was focusing on the positives for once.
The wind whipped around them as they went, blocking the sound that came from Jude's mouth. It sounded like it was in English, anyway. Astrid ignored him. She continued to fly onward, overtop of buildings and landmarks, straight toward the mass of water that separated Brooklyn and Manhattan.
Eventually, they came to a plexiglass water tower on top of an iron structure, facing out onto the Hudson. There wasn't any actual water in it, but it was strong enough to support the weight of a person or two. At least, Astrid hoped that it was. It was a million different colours of glass pieced together to create something beautiful yet functional, lit up inside by a light at the top. Tourists occasionally came to see it, but most of the time, it just there. She'd never been bothered while sitting on top of it, especially facing seaward.
Astrid had never brought anyone there before, mostly because she had no one to bring, but also because she'd never wanted anyone to know that she loved something so colourful. Yes, loved. It was her favourite spot in the city, and there was nothing dreary or destructive about it. It was truly beautiful.
She circled for a moment before landing on top, taking a perch near the edge so that her feet could dangle off the edge. The illuminated water reflected onto her pale skin, creating colourful patterns on the blank canvas.
Speaking had stopped the girl in her tracks, which Astrid was very glad about. As confusing as she was, there was one thing that Astrid was not confused about: she did not want the girl to leave. That was very strange. Usually, she quite enjoyed being alone.
But gosh, she didn't know what to do with the girl. She was so pretty, and although she was British, she didn't even mind. Plus, she didn't even seem to be put off by Astrid's appearance. She wasn't scared or screaming or looking at her with disgust. All she could do was follow her gut, which was telling her not to let her get away.
She didn't mind the idea of the girl paying for her own drinks, or for Astrid's, but it was unnecessary. She hadn't paid for a drink at that bar for quite some time. Ah, the perks of terrorization. "No pay," she shook her head and waved the girl off. She wasn't about to start a new precedent at the bar that the owners would begin to expect.
>>"I'm Alice by the way, nice to meet you,"
Alice. That was a pretty name. A pretty name for a very pretty girl. "Astrid," she supplied, not even bothering with her 'mutant name'. It was her real, French, given name.
>>"You mind if I sit? Had a long walk and it seems a bit uncomfortable for you to be staring up at me."
The teen nodded and used her foot to slide a chair a little away from the table, motion to her to sit down before turning back and waving to the bartender. "What you are drink?" she asked as the bartender left his post to join her. He looked terrified as he stepped toward the table, leaving two customers high and dry over at the bar.
It was so fun to have people wrapped around your thumb.
"Annie r-ran to ze stoore," Astrid read quietly, her finger moving along the page as her eyes did. Reading English had always seemed like such a daunting task, but it really wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. If Jude could learn English that well, then so could she. Feminism and whatnot.
>>"Erm hi, this might sound weird I know, but my power kind of tells me you might be able to get me booze. Or something."
Astrid slammed her book shut and slid it off the table, brushing it into her lap. She wasn't embarrassed by it. Not in the slightest. Why would someone even think that ever?
She looked up at the girl that had approached her table. She was as tall as Astrid was, with short blue hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. And God, was she ever pretty.
Wait... what?
That had never happened before. Astrid could already feel her face starting to flush. People weren't pretty. People could be sorted into three categories: horrible, cool, and alright. Pretty was not a category... so why did it seem like there couldn't be any other way to classify the girl in front of her?
The winged teen's hands were shaking as she reached for her wine. Why on earth were they shaking? Astrid didn't get nervous around people! People got nervous around her! She had a lot of stuff to figure out. For the moment, though, she just had to play it cool.
How did that work again?
>>"Actually, this is sounding stupider the more I think about, sorry to bother you."
"Wait, no!" Astrid said, a little more eagerly than she had meant to. That was not playing it cool on any account. She just had to get a handle on herself. Gain some composure. "If you are wanting zee booze, I am being get booze... sometime." There, that was better. She had picked up a little bit of lingo from her time in bars (and her sessions with Jude), but this was new for her. She had never supplied another minor before. Especially not one that looked like that.