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 Feb 20, 2010 21:32:37 GMT -6
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Henri feeling better--check. Calling affirmed--check. No more bad comments--check. More info on the special place--check. Talking about Twyla's recent escapades with Maya...not on the list. Why was it not on the list? What was wrong with the world? Why was Henri suddenly talking about Maya? Inside her head Twyla Ashby's mini Twyla's were frantically searching for a loop hole, something--anything to get them out of the strangely uncomfortable turn in the conversation. Avoidance! It had worked before, it could work now. She'd turn the conversation back to Van and pretend like she wasn't blushing. It was brilliant. Simple, elegant, and brilliant.
"He took you to a junkyard? That's kinda weird Henri, I'm not gonna lie. But I guess I can't judge what's important to people...So did he try to kiss you while you were there?" Her glance dropped from the face of the other girl to the salsa con queso and she made herself very busy loading a chip and munching on it, all while looking down. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming swimming swimming...
Or drowning, that worked too. Soon the sudden blush transformed from mild embarrassment and shyness to Something Else. Something that didn't mind thinking about the stolen kiss in the club or the nervous peck in the kitchen that had turned into something More. Something that liked the images and the frantic butterflies they conjured in the girl's belly. That Something was at odds with the innocent parts of Twyla that had no idea what was going on, having no experience in the particular field of study. The Something Else made her nervous, more nervous than she'd been in a long time.
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Twyla was relieved that Henri went along with her newer theory. "I think he's totally just this angst filled, arty guy who's actually got a gooey center and you're just poking at his edges right now. You totally have to call him." Avoidance is bliss, and that's what the conversation did. it ignored all of the implications of Twyla's previous musings and went straight on through to the other side in which Van was a Possible Boyfriend which was Big News. Big, unavoidable News.
"And there's totally a reason you feel more comfortable with him so obviously that means something..." Before she could make anymore incriminating statements, the blond chugged down some of her milk. A thought had popped into her head about Henri and the boy being meant to be 'just friends' but she decided that was playing too close to the hardball she'd pitched earlier and decided to drown the thought with nature's beverage.
"So you should ask him on another date. Be the man in this relationship--you don't need to wait for him to call you, if you can vote you can call a guy and ask him to hang out." It was a slightly empowering speech, and the girl just sat for a moment, basking in its warmth. "Yeah, I'll totally meet him..." It was an offhanded comment because Twyla thought of something else. "So where did he take you anyway? You said it was some kind of special...?"
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 20, 2010 20:17:54 GMT -6
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"Maybe he takes pictures of girls because he has a fetish..." After a moment Twyla realized what her words were doing to her friend's confidence so she attempted to mend the damage dealt by her wild theory. "Maybe....maybe he was digging you." The blond blinked a few times. "That is so weird to say....anyway....maybe he does like you and he's afraid to show it--like he really does think you're this totally awesome person but he was nervous! Like more nervous than you! That's why he showed you that spot butcouldn 't kiss you!" Twyla began to talk faster as the ideas flowed through her mind. "Maybe--Oh my god! Henri, he's secretly really shy and he wanted to kiss you, but he wanted that first kiss to be special. He was worried that he was going to mess it up." She clapped her hands together. "Henri, that's so sweet. He is so adorable!" This was a much better scenario than Van being a homosexual.
Steadily, the chips and dips were becoming scarcer as they fueled the wild conversation going on between the girls above them.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 20, 2010 19:46:13 GMT -6
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Once the dietary wellness of the food was assured, Twyla dug her chips in more heartily than before. "And the only other food group that we're missing is fruit and chocolate, which I happen to think may be found somewhere in the fridge..." But she was losing track of things, much MORE IMPORTANT matters needed to be discussed.
A moment after Twyla collected herself Henri sped off into the abridged version of what had happened on her date thing with the boy...Ivan, Evan....Van. It was a lot to take in at once time, so she focused on the tail end and her friend's question. "Well....if he didn't kiss you..." Another crunch in her mouth that signified she needed a chip to think. "Maybe he's gay?" A pause. "Oh my god Henri! Maybe he's not sure and he's using you to figure it out. He didn't kiss you because he doesn't know if he likes girls...that could be why he sounds so sensitive...I'm so sorry." Her hand went out to show her sympathy. "I think this makes you a fag-hag...I mean, you're really pretty and everything...but he's just yanking you around because he thinks a straight guy would go for you." Apparently that is what the lack of a goodnight kiss meant, at least in Twyla's version of Girl World.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 20, 2010 19:10:46 GMT -6
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Twyla straightened herself when her friend arrived. She put a business like smile on her face and watched as the other girl sat and helped herself to the chips and salsa. After the fist pound on the table Twyla nodded. "As per usual, none of this leaves the sanctity of ourselves." Because what was the point of Girl Talk if everyone knew about it? Then it would be Everyone Talk and that was not something most girls wanted when it came to things important enough to need to be discussed during Girl Talk. Like kissing other girls...there was nothing wrong with it, but Twyla wanted Henri to be the first other person she told about her apparent crush on the Morris kid.
She mirrored Henri's motions, although the chip that she sent to her mouth was loaded with the spicy cheesy stuff she'd ordered. Twyla wasn't a major fan of plain salsa. "Yum." Sighing, she straightened herself up again and spoke in a very brisk and oddly formal voice. "The first order of business is the affirmation that this meal is indeed totally sound as far as our current health concerns go and that we are not dooming ourselves to a life of fatty-pants-ness by consuming this delectable spread." Twyla wanted to get rid of her pudge, so eating copious amounts of Mexican food was on the other side of her goals. If she and Henri managed to logic it out there could be no guilt about the deliciousness. "Let me start out by saying that I think that there is a few servings of vegetables in that salsa." Her formal speech made the girl giggle and roll her eyes at herself. I should be a lawyer or a VP or something...
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 20, 2010 18:11:34 GMT -6
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Despite complaining about their figures Twyla Ashby and Henrietta Braun had decided to order some greasy, calorie rich, delicious, Mexican food from a local spot the delivered in order to have some major Girl Talk. The only way, as both of them knew, to have true Girl Talk was to discuss whatever it was that needed discussing over large amounts of food. The type of food varied, but it had its place at the conversational table. Twyla had ordered their meal from the takeout menu she'd found in the kitchen and had answered when the college something delivery boy had come to the gate with their bags of steaming food. She'd even set a table for them and gotten utensils and napkins out of their spots in the kitchen. All that was needed before the major over analyzing of their respective topics to start was her fellow analyst to arrive.
Twyla had set out the chips and salsa/salsa con queso when they arrived and as she waited for her friend she munched on a few of the chips plain and drummed her fingers on the counter. Apparently Henri had Big News too and the blond was excited and impatient to hear about it. "Come on Henrietta, I'm hungry." She twirled around on her stool but kept her eyes on the entrance to the dining room.
Yes, major girl talk was the plan for the evening--even if it was going to start a little late. Ladies, start your engines.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 20, 2010 15:05:47 GMT -6
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It felt good to stretch out her arms. With her spotty sleeping patterns lately Twyla had a lot of tension built up in her shoulders and she was slowly working it out with the slow, methodical stretching. She turned to the man in the purple pants when he answered her question and smiled at yet another compliment. "Very cool, consider us there." Twyla had never actually been to a real concert of any kind. Nothing ever came through her area back home that she'd ever been dying to go to and even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have had the money or the time to spend a night in town instead of doing chores, homework, or practice.
Twyla laughed at Henri's response when she discovered the bars. "Maybe later. That's not something I'd try without warming up first." That's a good way to pop out your shoulders, or pull something, or to fall off and break your neck. None of those options sounded like much fun. Juka mentioned that he didn't really work out at all while staring at the bars. Before she could say anything, there was a bubble and then the man was hanging from the highest bar. She watched with worry and mild shock fighting each other across her face as Juka proceeded to swing a bit. He, blessedly, managed to keep his hold and seemed to be enjoying himself. The girl let out the breath she'd been holding when it appeared there hadn't been any catastrophe and smiled. Not that there probably would have been an issue--Twyla had just seen too many accidents on the bars not to get tense watching.
"Nice." She smiled as she pulled off her large tee shirt, revealing the green top of a leotard underneath. "But I think you need to work on your mount." Twyla laughed a bit, but it wasn't a mean laugh--upper body strength was always good, even if it didn't come with the body control that made Uneven Bars a graceful event. The sweat pants came off after the sneakers and a slight blush flashed on her cheeks when she adjusted the bottom of her leo. "This was always the best part of practice when I was little..." The girl remembered as she took a few steps away from her pile of clothes. A second later she was a few feet in front of the pit with her back to it. A back handspring that ended with her legs tucked under her in something that resembled a 'cannon ball' into a pool and Twyla was in the pit, totally spacing the other people in the room because of the flood of memories, both physical and mental.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 18, 2010 22:52:08 GMT -6
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((OOC: It's all good, what matters is that [hopefully] you're better and that you remembered eventually))
"Aw, don't worry about it, Henri. It's a block pit, mostly you just run and jump into it. Funny thing, Juka" The girl stopped walking and took a few steps away from the other two into the hall. "I dance too." Her left foot planted itself while her right leg moved out and then back in a move that sent Twyla into a spin, her arms coming out in front of her like someone holding a beach ball. She managed with the sudden momentum and the spring in her legs to get around twice but she stumbled on the third turn. "I could never do triples..." The blond muttered to herself as she led the way once again to the gymnastics room.
Was I just showing off? Oops.
Once they were inside the still empty room full of gymnastic equipment Twyla deposited her duffel against a wall and began a few leg stretches. "So Juka, what kind of music do you make?" It was getting easier and more natural, this 'small talk' thing. Once you had to do it with almost every person you met you learned the ropes of casual conversation and Twyla Ashby was no exception. Once she lowered herself into her middle splits the girl decided that she was done with her legs and moved onto her arms. As she pulled her left elbow behind her head she caught a glimpse of a familiar looking set of bars.
"Henri! They have uneven bars!" Of course there was a sign next to them that said 'not without supervision' but Twyla didn't let that dampen her excitement. After they got warmed up she'd explore her rustiness. Uneven Bars was not her favorite event, but it was the one that the young mutant had always been the best at, ever since she could reach the bottom bar.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 18, 2010 22:36:42 GMT -6
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Well then, it all works out.
Um, like I said in my previous post I'm kinda having some writer's block issues so if you have any ideas, feel free to shoot them my way. I will also think on it over the next couple of days and if I have an epiphany I'll be sure to let you know. If I'm slow getting back it is because it is a 3 day weekend and I'm hanging with friends.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 18, 2010 8:49:47 GMT -6
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A few days later...
After the Katy Perry song ended, Twyla fished her cell phone from it's charging spot on the floor next to her bed. The plan was to call Nate and ask him advice on...asking out other girls. He was pretty much an expert in the field after all (or the closest thing to an expert that the girl knew). She had a missed call from home but no message. "Curiouser and Curiouser." She mumbled to herself as she dialed the familiar number. It took a few minutes for someone to pick up (the phone kept ringing because the Ashby's had never had an answering machine). When the dial tone finally ended her older brother's voice was on the other end.
"Twyla!" He exclaimed in an overly excited tone. "Just the sister I wanted to hear from. What's shakin', bacon?" The pause was hardly enough time for Twyla to collect her thoughts. "That's just wonderful, I have some good news as well. I got my birthday present from Grandma K early. Guess what it was."
Twyla was taken aback by Nate's strange mood and was a little put off that he'd brushed anything she had aside to talk about whatever snowmobile part their Grandma Kleinsmith had gotten him. Sighing she replied after a moment. "What did she get you?" Her tone was much quieter than his had been.
The young man seemed not to have noticed his sister's bland tone because he went on in his excited voice. "She got me plane tickets!"
It took the blond a moment to catch his meaning and as soon as she did she shot up from her lying state on the bed and began jumping around on the mattress. "EEEEEEH!!!" She screamed into the receiver as she hoped like a crazy, messing up her already unmade bed covers. This went on for a few minutes until Twyla, exhausted, fell back onto the bed.
"I'm excited too." Her brother was laughing. "I ain't never been out of dese hills here." The fake accent made the girl laugh. "Oh, and I suppose I miss some family I got out in the big city too. Not that she's much to miss..."
"Jerk."
The phone conversation ended soon after that because Nate had to get to his class at the local Tech with Twyla forgetting that she had decently big news as well, although it was of a very different nature.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 17, 2010 19:21:01 GMT -6
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I am hungry for a Twyla post, preferably with someone she hasn't (or has hardly) RPed with. I'm in this weird limbo with her right now and I need some action to get me(and her) out of it. I'm not really partial as to when or where or why as I am also having some issues with thinking of a premise for a thread.
So I'm saying if you need a wonderful, beautiful, passionate, graceful character--you better not ask me but I CAN offer you a Twyla, wonderful blushing and flaws and all.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 17, 2010 18:00:17 GMT -6
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Twyla could watch Emerald and Henrietta run, but she'd never join them. Blech a million times. Running was a terrible, sadistic sport that Twyla Ashby would have no part of, thank you and good night. Kudos to Henrietta for being in track and more kudos to Emerald for running five miles a day. Negative kudos went to Twyla for her jogging and half runs. YUCK. "It's cool that you, Henri and your sister, Ruby can run. I'd never do it for fun." Images of herself running with a smile on her face almost made Twyla laugh out loud, she settled for a smirk-ish smile.
"I think Emmy would do just fine in something like vault--running's a big part of that." Images of herself flying over the vault flashed in the girl's mind. Vault was NOT her favorite event, not even close.
She was surprised when Ruby told her she was fourteen. Somehow the fox girl seemed a lot younger. She was intelligent, but she had a sweet innocence about her that made her seem a lot younger. "My older sisters fought a lot too when we all lived under one roof." Mostly it was Jeanie and Liza that fought, Miranda was always the calm 'cooler than thou' one. If she had been unlucky Twyla got in the middle of those arguments and was either by divine providence or her brother Nate saved from any vengeful, sisterly wrath.
Oh my gosh she's adorable! When Ruby turned into her fox for Twyla smiled and watched her play on the floor. After a few moments she stopped and sat in front of Henri and the blond expectantly. Just like she had when Emerald was in her wolf form, Twyla acted on instinct and picked the girl up to pet her. It felt kind of strange, like petting a dog that reminded her of a cat. Blushing after she realized what she was doing, she removed the fox from her lap and placed her where she had been sitting as a human on the couch. "Sorry..." She mumbled, embarrassed.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 17, 2010 17:36:00 GMT -6
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Their taste in movies varied greatly, but Twyla had flashes in her mind of a movie night of some kind. It might be a slightly schizophrenic evening, but the selections might even each other out. Hmm...It has possibilities...
Suddenly, Emerald pulled out her phone and told the other two that she had a text from her sister and she'd be leaving to go to lunch with her. "Um, okay. Have fun! Bye Emerald." Soon the wolf girl was gone, leaving Henri and Twyla alone once more.
"Well, I think that's my cue too." The blond stretched herself out on the floor, but made no real move to get up. A deep sigh erupted from her chest. She giggled for a moment as she lay on the hard floor amidst the food packages, pillows, and magazines. "I think I'm crashing, Henri. Help me up?"
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 17, 2010 8:24:37 GMT -6
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Suddenly, there was an arm around her waist and a head resting on her shoulder. "Um, hi?" Twyla was not expecting this, popping of her personal space bubble she was not prepared for. It was a strange experience--usually she liked her personal space. It wasn't terribly unbearable, the half hug, but it was slightly awkward and the young mutant really didn't know how to react. Pretending like nothing was up seemed like a good plan, although she hoped that Maya hadn't noticed her initial stiffness. She filled the other girl's cup and placed the almost empty kettle back on the stove top.
"Cold hands, warm heart." She singsonged the saying her grandmothers (on both sides) used to say to her when she complained about how cold their hands were. It was one of those things that she just said, without thinking about it and her accent flowed through the words and made them strange somehow and not her own. Maybe it was because she hadn't heard the words in a while? Or maybe it was because they really belonged to the women who had always said them while she was growing up?
After another moment in the half hug that was still half awkward Twyla wiggled herself free and turned around to face the other girl. "Speaking of clothes,I think you're right, I do need to get changed." She moved towards the door and then turned back. "Maybe we can hang out later or something?" Without waiting for a reply she waved, smiled and then traipsed out of the room, through the hall, up the stairs and into the safety of her room.
As she changed, Twyla listened to the radio on her alarm clock. When she pulled a pair of sweatpants a familiar song played through the tiny speakers. 'I kissed a girl and I liked it...' The blond laughed until she fell on her bed and started crying. I kissed a girl and I liked it.
