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.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 14, 2010 17:52:25 GMT -6
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Touché. Point for Twyla. Apparently all it took to get him to talk more was for the girl to talk less. Possibly adopt a less-is-more strategy: noted and filed away for future reference. Locke's sudden burst in words may just have been in relation to bringing up music as a topic that she had assumed was 'safe'. It was apparently a safe topic indeed and she watched in interest as he explained to her how playing bass felt. She couldn't totally relate, having never played any kind of guitar or stringed instrument before, but the blond was pretty sure she knew what he was talking about--at least with the heartbeat thing. It was a cool feeling, having the beat of a song run through you and she could see how making that beat would be a worthy experience. The executive decision was made to remain listening but silent as the boy followed the train of his thoughts into the station.
He suggested that if she wanted to learn an instrument that bass would be the way to go. An urge to argue with the 'anyone can sing' comment surfaced in the girl (church choir was always in interesting experience) but then she calmed herself with: Anyone can sing, some people just shouldn't. That wasn't the nicest thought ever created, but Twyla doubted that anyone in her old congregation would argue with her about Mrs.Hein and her obnoxiously loud warble.
A hand reached across her forehead to pull at the straying bangs there. It seemed like her hair was intent on covering her face. "I guess I never really wanted to learn one--an instrument I mean. I guess I like the idea of reacting to music more than I like the idea of making it." Twyla paused and mulled over what she had said. "Does that make sense?" She bit her lip, trying to answer her own question. "I dance,er, I used to...I mean, I still dance but not in a team setting." The girl's face fell quite a bit (she didn't notice) as she admitted this. "I like to interpret music is all I meant--I totally get what you mean about the heartbeat thing." A small smile lit up her face but it was quickly covered by the storm cloud that was masking her features.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 13, 2010 19:50:11 GMT -6
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The Mansion was so small from where they were--maybe it just struck the girl as being so small because the image she had of the school in her mind was huge (something blown out of proportion by the significance it held for her)--but still...they were a lot higher than Twyla had imagined they'd be in such a short amout of time. Brown eyes were pulled from the scene below to admire the wings of the flying mutant. He must have been a lot stronger than he seemed (not that he hadn't looked strong in the first place, the girl just had no idea how to judge a gryphon on appearance) because he made flying the two of them look easy.
She was pulled from her thoughts about his wing abilities when Carrick screeched. She still hadn't even come close to mastering understanding him in this form and the noise slightly startled her. When the girl realized what direction they were headed in she had the sudden thought that flight would be very freeing. Another small pang of jealousy wormed its way into her chest--it would be amazing to be able to go anywhere the way that they were traveling. There were so many things you could do with a mutation like his.
Suddenly the speed at which they were moving changed and Twyla squeaked again as her head and shoulders flew back a bit. Her hands instinctively tightened their hold and then she loosened them a second later as her body adjusted to the increased momentum. She'd just relaxed into the pace when Carrick went into a turn, there was a bit more slipping but Twyla managed to remain upright. The movement reminded the blond a bit of riding four-wheeler with her brother steering--sometimes you just had to lean and hope for the best. "Thanks for the warning." The girl was slightly out of breath from her elevated heart rate but she spoke with a laugh in her voice--as long as she didn't go flying off and fall to hear death everything was hunky-dory.
They slowed once again during and right after the turn and then they were climbing again like they had when Carrick had first launched them off of the ground. He let out a sound that for a second the girl classified as laughter, but then she was unsure. The boy seemed to be enjoying himself so it could have been a laugh. Twyla decided she was getting used to the holding on and keeping her balance on his back so when they leveled out again she allowed herself to look around as much as he did (although she had to squint against the wind). It was kind of cold the higher they went but this thought was pushed from her mind with another screech--Twyla whipped her head around to see an eagle(?) fly downward. This made her giggle again. "Too crowded up here for you?" her tone was breathy but she didn't have to pause this time as her lungs adjusted to the amount of air they were taking in.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 13, 2010 18:59:41 GMT -6
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Maybe not....At first he responded to her supposedly spectacular and sparkling question with what sounded to Twyla like a grunt. That was not comforting nor was it the flowing conversation she had hoped to initiate. Maybe the blond just wasn't good at talking to people she didn't know? Did she epically fail in the socializing department? Twyla had never felt like she was this inadequate (she knew about her shyer tendencies, but those usually surfaced now when she was intimidated) but the boy in front of her, Locke, was making her doubt herself a wee bit. It never occurred to the girl that sometimes people were simply shy or awkward and no amount of friendly smiling or stabs at small talk were going to change that fact.
Eventually the grunt turned into something intelligible. Maybe he'd just had to think for a second? Or something--Twyla really had no idea what to expect at this point. She was about to comment on the singing and bass playing when a different song erupted from the laptop's speakers. The girl decided it must have been the song he was talking about since it didn't seem like something recorded professionally or even professional at all--there was a lot of laughter in it that didn't seem like it was part of the chorus.
She smiled at the song, other people laughing generally made Twyla do that. "I never did that with my friends--you're lucky, I can't play anything." The blond on the dryer danced with her friends and helped them choreograph their Floor Routines, her random 'jam sessions' could be translated into nights spent in the school gym or at the gymnastics studio. She mulled over his theory about lead singers and bit her lip in the process. "Maybe..." The girl wasn't convinced, she'd have to think it over more and in any case there was no reason to get into a debate--that was just asking for confrontation.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 13, 2010 13:22:17 GMT -6
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Van is going to stay as faaaaaaar away from this as I can get him (until the whole 'OMG Henri got kidnapped' thing) *pets the slightly more innocent rubber-band man*
BUT
Twyla is going to be responding to the whole 'OMG Henri got kidnapped' thing with some volunteering for guard duty (if that's okay) and otherwise getting her nose in as much stuff as I can feasibly get her into.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 12, 2010 19:53:07 GMT -6
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She'd freaked him out with her abrupt question, but at least he was letting her lead him away from the situation. It would have freaked Twyla out too if someone had just asked her if she was a mutant but she herself was freaking out over the whole thing. Did it make sense to leave the park or were they supposed to stay and wait for the proper authorities? The girl wasn't sure having never been in a similar situation. She bit her lip and clutched her purse tighter with her free hand as she pulled her new charge towards the edge of the park near the low wall that surrounded it in their area.
Ilari finally replied to her question truthfully, which took priority over her first dilemma. It presented a new one--did she tell Ilari that she shared a similar gene or did she keep that information to herself?
Twyla bit her lip again and kept walking, deciding to deal with one thing at a time. "Um, so what do you want to do about--" The girl paused and turned back to look at the college kid and the crowd around him. "that? Should we just go or...?" Twyla didn't really know what came after that 'or' as her brown eyes scanned the sidewalk and street in front of her. There was a bus stop not far from where they were and a few people in the way.
Again the blond didn't wait for a reply, just launched into her next mental tangent. It seemed best, she'd decided to tell him her secret as well--it would level the playing field. Dropping his arm Twyla looked Ilari in the face. "I'm a mutant too." She took a deep breath and held out her hand, which had slowly began to take on the coloring of its surroundings. "See?"
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 12, 2010 15:05:05 GMT -6
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As always, when it happens it happens all at once...
Pit Band for the Spring musical is starting tonight!!!! I'm so excited!!!! Sadly, this means that until the show in June several of my nights a week are going to be spent practicing clarinet music that is much too hard for highschoolers and attempting to master the bass clarinet.
Also, this Friday is the State Forensics Comeptition--Henri and I made it so we shall both be MIA from Friday until whenever we wake up on Saturday (we'll get home at like 2 in the morning).
Speaking of State...My miscellaneous woodwind duet and the women's group I was in for Choir have both moved on to the State level for Solo and Ensemble Competition which is in three weeks. Add that practice to my pile of Things that Need Work.
And if all of these wonderful things weren't enough I have swapped my morning Study Hall with a YSY position at a local elementary school, meaning that I actually have to take homework home now. (Two more speeches and three more papers before the end of the semester *cough cough die*)
Sooooooo, lots and lots of stuff is vying for my time at the moment. I'm just trying to note here that my posting speed may slow down a bit, but--Never fear! I am so addicted to this site that I'll try to never get too behind. ;D (Just bear with me if I do!)
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 12, 2010 13:50:10 GMT -6
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The laptop was turned her way and Twyla leaned forward and squinted in an attempt to read some of the titles. When she almost fell off of the dryer the girl decided it would be best to just listen to his explanation of the playlist rather than attempt to read the track titles. One thing she did notice before jerking back to save herself from a fall was that it was a very long list of songs. It was nice, getting the boy to give her a longer answer and so Twyla sat back and listened to him speak feeling rather pleased with herself for realizing she could bring up music without much fuss in their conversation.
Obviously she'd heard of the Beatles and not his friend's father. Colin Hayes rang no bells but Twyla had listened to Nickleback before while 'Dr. Horrible' was as enigmatic as Hayes. Part of the girl wondered how much of it was mainstream (she was a bit sheltered in her musical tastes) and how much of it she was 'OK' for not having a clue as to what those songs or artists sounded like. Despite not totally feeling all knowing the girl nodded like she understood what Locke was talking about. Fake it farm girl, fake it. "Cool, I do the same thing--listen to whatever sounds good, I mean..."
Twyla trailed off, searching once again for a safe topic. He hadn't asked her anything or made any real move to move the conversation train along so it was once again left to the blond girl to supply some fuel. Her pause was short this time as something he said opened up another can of wormy questions. "So do you play an instrument or sing or something? You said you wrote a song with a friend..." A small smile planted itself on the girl's face as she leaned back, lounging as best she could on the surface provided. She was decidedly getting better at the small talk thing.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 11, 2010 19:48:31 GMT -6
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It felt weird to be sitting on the back of a gryphon. That's all there was to it. Twyla had ridden a horse a few times, once she even rode bareback on the way back to the barn on her uncle's property, but that wasn't the same kind of feeling at all. Not at all. The girl tensed up but let herself inch back when Carrick rotated his shoulders and wings. For a second Twyla wondered how weird it would be to have someone on your back and then all thoughts stopped.
They were moving.
They were running. Well, Carrick was running, Twyla was just along for the ride. Technically Twyla was sitting on something that was running which gave her the feel of running without much physical exertion. It didn't take much of the quick movement for the girl to realize that she needed to hold on just a bit tighter if she was going to remain in an upright position (she'd started to slip backwards and had quickly attempted to pull her legs tighter and scoot herself farther up on the haunch of the mutant boy beneath her).
Twyla squeaked and closed her eyes when everything adjusted beneath her and Carrick flapped his wings once and they launched into the air. That squeak turned into a delighted giggle when the blond realized that they were rising off the ground. It was a totally new feeling, flying. It was totally exhilarating and terrifying and exciting at the same time. The giggling died in her throat when it became harder to breath. She almost panicked but then she thought for a second. It took a moment of calm processing but then Twyla attributed it to being higher in the air and the way that it got thinner. That's how it worked, right? The girl seriously hoped so, or something was actually wrong.
A few moments later Twyla heard a rapidly becoming familiar chirp. One brown eyes squinted open to look at a pair of blue and gray ones. It then proceeded to take in the intense blue of the sky. Hesitantly, the other eye opened a crack so that the girl could take in the view.
"This..." She gasped as her body still attempted to adjust to the thinner air. "is...amazing." The blonde's head slowly turned, eyes squinting against the wind as she looked down at her school.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 11, 2010 10:05:20 GMT -6
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The boy talked to his computer. Twyla had seen this done on many occasions (she even mumbled to herself sometimes) but she'd never seen someone do it without clicking on anything or pounding on their keyboard furiously. It took the girl a second, but then she realized that his laptop probably had a microphone and that it could probably be programmed to follow verbal commands. Fancy pants. The blond herself didn't mind computers, she'd used them enough, but she herself had never actually owned one so her experiences with technology were monitored and a bit out-dated. She had no idea how to make a computer do something like that.
He laughed at her question and the girl jumped, startled by the sound. It hadn't been meant to be funny, she had just been drowning in the lack of conversation and ended up grasping on the particular lifeboat of 'things obviously in common'. The girl frowned, still wondering what was humorous. At least he answered her question with more than a half bark of laughter. That was something, right? California, huh? Twyla wondered if she'd ever met anyone from California before--not that she knew of. "Oh." Was a good enough response seeing as he parried her answer with a question of his own.
Mentally the girl counted the months and then gave up, it was hard to remember exactly when she'd arrived at the school for mutant children. "I've been here since last summer. I...left Wisconsin almost a year before that." Left meant ran away, but the girl hated admitting that little fact to herself. Another thing to be added to the List of Things in Common--running away. That didn't really feel like a good subject to broach so the girl bit her lip and drummer her fingers against the sides of the dryer.
He was playing The Beatles, that was something to talk about, right? Why she hadn't thought of it before was lost on her. Music could be a save subject, since Twyla was rapidly deciding she wasn't going anywhere--something in the back of her mind was prompting her to at least attempt to make the boy on the washing machine more comfortable in his surroundings. It may not have been her job, but the girl felt the urge anyway. "So what else is on your play-list?" She assumed that's what the music was coming from. "'Hey Jude' is one of my brother's favorite songs by The Beatles." There, conversation sprung...hopefully.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 11, 2010 9:25:17 GMT -6
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Carrick's new body language was quite a bit different when he was in this other form. It was a bit harder to guess what he meant but Twyla did her best. When a wing was extended in her direction the girl took that as an opportunity to admire it. It was pretty large in this new state, but that stood to reason as it had to be in proportion to everything else. One of her hand delicately traced a feather. "That really is cool, Carrick." Her tone was honest and there was still an air of awe that clung to her words.
There was some chirping, but the girl had no idea what it meant. It sounded like happy noises, so she decided not to worry. It reminded Twyla a but of a puppy when the boy-who-was-now-a-gryphon bent down and wagged(?) his tail. This made the girl laugh as he made another chirping sound and bent down low. He leaned his head back pointedly. "Oh, right, sorry." She remembered their mission in going outside.
"Um, let's see here." Twyla took a few hesitant steps closer so that she was past Carrick's wings but still near his side. After a few second of observation Twyla decided to just try and get on his back and see where things went from there. He'd said he'd toss her around a bit till she found a spot, might as well test that theory. With a half hop from one leg and a wild swing with another the girl managed to slide herself on to the gryphon's back. Not so bad. This'll be fun.Just chill out.
Leaning forward and gently weaving her fingers through some feathers near the creature's neck the girl spoke. "Alright. let me know if this is okay." Twyla's tone sounded nervous but there was still excitement plain to hear coloring her voice.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 11, 2010 8:00:30 GMT -6
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It should be noted that Twyla Ashby was decently familiar with the male body, from the waist up at least. She had two brothers and a slew of male cousins to thank for this familiarity and her comfort in the realm of naked chests. After countless summers spent playing tackle football and going swimming in the river you tend not to bat an eyelash when you see a guy shirtless--that's just how it is and if you're related there's no point in looking anyway. When a guy is pantless on the other hand...well then all of that roughhousing and dunking each other underwater doesn't mean much (her parents never would have allowed Twyla to play with the boys if they were doing it all-natural).
After the kiss, as promised by Susan, Slate went from toad to man. What the princess failed to add to her equation was that there was a possibility that a naked toad would turn into a naked man. A totally naked man was standing in front of her.
Twyla's face got really hot and the rest of her followed suit.
Her breathing sped up and her eyelids shot up and down quickly as she tried to compute what was going on.
Do I have a fever? A hand went up to her forehead to check if this was all a crazy fever dream.
Her last though was: Who's Calley?
And then, like any self-respecting princess faced with a hectic situation, Princess Twyla fainted. She fell backwards onto the couch just after realizing that Maya had entered the room and was yelling.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 10, 2010 8:16:44 GMT -6
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If she thought about it, Twyla surmised that there were a lot worse things that could be asked of her by any number of people. Kissing a random animal was not all that bad. Wasn't there something about enjoying life that she was trying? Not being scared of everything and all that? Did it stand to reason that sometimes you just had to roll with whatever your day throws at you? Even if the animal in question wasn't on Twyla's Top Kissing Cuteness List? An inward sigh as she used her own logic against herself.
Twyla decided as she took the large toad into her hands that the whole situation was best summed up by the word 'whatever'. Whatever had prompted her to buy the stupid tank top was at fault, as was whatever had prompted Susan to turn Slate or whoever into a toad. Whatever made her emotions kick in was making the girl squirm in some freaky form of nonsensical guilt while whatever it was that the toad secreted was getting all over her hands. Whatever.
It was no big deal.
Really.
Just a kiss to help an almost friend do...whatever it was that she was doing. The girl carefully stood up, because it felt awkward with Susan standing right in front of her on the couch, and then moved down a little bit where there was room to stand in front of one of the sections with an arm rest. Some rapid fire blinks (just in case) and a deep breath. Her brow furrowed for a second but then was smoothed out in a hesitant smile (that didn't reach her eyes, it was almost a pained expression). "Susan, I'm gonna say you owe me for this." Twyla looked at the other girl for a moment, stalling, and then rested her brown eyes back on the toad,er,Slate.
"This is really awkward. Like, I feel as if we should have had dinner first or something--I wonder if real princesses have to take a class on Proper Amphibian Treatment or anything..." She was blabbering now, and to a random animal no less. If said toad did not in fact turn into a person Twyla was going to be very questioning of hers and Susan's sanity. I can't believe I'm doing this...
The girl brought the large gray-green creature closer to her face. "Whatever." A moment later her barely chapsticked lips were planted lightly on a pair of slimy-ish toad ones. And so the not-princess kissed a toad and successfully ruined the children's story for herself for forever in one fell move.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Apr 10, 2010 7:49:33 GMT -6
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Twyla was scared and it was dark and it was scary and it was too quiet and this whole situation was unraveling faster than the knitting she'd tried to learn when she was in fourth grade. It was all starting to make Twyla very frustrated. Maybe yelling at evil telepathic mutant psychos that are keeping you in their creeper house was not a very wise plan of action--but no one said Twyla Ashby was wise. Besides, everyone else had done it pretty much, it was definitely the blond's turn. The sniveling coward act was getting old anyway, especially as the girl came to realize that there was nothing scary in the mirror maze--it was just creepy.
"Alright, seriously!?" Twyla yelled at no one in particular as she ran into 'herself' for what seemed liked the millionth time. "This is ridiculous--I don't see how watching me walk around in this stupid place is amusing." She staggered, propping herself up against one of the mirrors, and then she heard it.
Slithering, like that of a million snakes moving through mud. The insults and yelling died in her throat as the girl tensed up, almost tripping over her own feet as she backpedaled down another mirrored passage. The panicked urge to hide fought with the more pressing urge to run--she'd heard this sound before, in her nightmares.
"Gawain, Susan, Emerald, please be somewhere." Panic bubbled up inside the girl once again like yeast as she clumsily tore through the maze. And then, like all the stupid girls in horror movies that the girl despised--Twyla tripped. The sound came closer and the girl scrambled back to find herself pressed against a wall. She was backed into a corner and she scratched at the slippery surface of the mirror, trying to crawl her way out of the maze.
"It's just an illusion..." Twyla murmured to herself as she tried to calm her breathing. "Just relax and you can hide." Shaking arms went out to help pull her legs in as the young mutant tried to force her powers into action. After a moment she saw that her arms and legs were covered--but something was wrong, the lighting wasn't allowing her powers to correct themselves fast enough. Twyla couldn't run or hide. "Dammit." The girl hit her head against the hard surface behind her.
As if by themselves, tears sprang to the girl's brown eyes a moment later. The sound and the source were nearing her now. "Oh please, I was so stupid to go there, to the park. Don't let it be--someone please help me." Twyla's pleading voice got quieter and quieter as it sunk in that she was alone. There was no one there to catch her when she fell or who could save her from the tentacles that would wrap themselves around her face. Twyla Ashby was alone in the flickering darkness.
She was terrified.
"Gawain, please...someone." The slithering noises were her only reply.
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