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 10, 2010 19:26:36 GMT -6
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Well... When Maya took a step closer and smiled at her Twyla’s brain went spinning in two different directions. One was a new part of her brain that was apparently a bit more...outgoing than the blond usually was and the other was the rest of her, which was freaking out at the new part. The rest of her won the internal struggle although the new part was smug when her voice came out a bit breathy. “...The snowball fight, duh...” Twyla rolled her eyes, gave a small laugh and leaned across Maya to reach for the mug of hot chocolate. The shy eyes were back, and this time her smile was just as hesitant and nervous as them.
I need to call Nate... Because that was not running away from her...confusion. That was just asking for council. Advice was legitimate...even if she’d already gotten that advice.
“...this Morris kid, heshe is your best friend for a reason. There’s a reason that you clicked right away. Now wether that’s because you were meant to be amazing friends or...something else, that can only be determined one way–you gotta jump.”
Thank you Nate for your simple logic that doesn’t sit well with your younger sister’s tendency to over think things. Finally finding something in his words to question she mulled over the implications of the word ‘jump’. Did he mean jumping as in exploring the new part of her that had all these strange thoughts about Maya and Gawain or did he mean jumping as in being willing to talk about things? She’d figure that out and then...and then maybe she’d jump...or talk to Nate.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 10, 2010 14:09:07 GMT -6
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Thinking something in the safety of your mind and thinking something aloud are two totally different things. A slight blush at the question in response to her question flashed across her face and she replied a bit too quickly: "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Liar. Things were not going according to Plan. Plan stated that Twyla would hang out with Maya, realize things would not work out between them and then let Maya/Gawain down easy--which she would be able to do because they'd promised to each other that things wouldn't get weird. Plan was very unhappy with the sudden butterflies. Butterflies did not make for good letting down. Butterflies meant Something Else entirely. Something Else that made things more complicated...at least to a point.
Inside Twyla's head Plan was having a fit: 'Curses! Foiled again by Emotion!' It raged about as it tried to pick up the pieces of itself broken by that fickle child Emotion.
When Maya stood in front of the mugs of hot chocolate and asked her what 'she had to offer' two thoughts crossed her mind. Um...? and Well... She didn't finish the first thought, and was embarrassed to even attempt finishing the second one.Ohmygod, you have problems.
"Um...how about I offer you victory on the snowy field today? I'll admit it that you won and everything..." She smiled at Maya but her eyes were strangely shy. She was scared of herself at the moment and a little scared of the girl in front of her.
La la la la la la la la... It took quite a bit of concentration to focus on something else. It was weird, Twyla had never had a real 'crush' before--was that was this was? It seemed like it...it also smelled suspiciously like that 'crush' didn't go away on a daily basis. LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA...
OMG it's my BFF...mutie? My BMFF? In which Twyla hangs out with Henrietta and re-meets Emerald. The girls get hyper and ask random question fo each other.
A Cthulhu Christmas In which Twyla follows some X-kids to Central Park to combat a giant clay monster. Twyla herself does little combat and a lot of stupid decisions are made on her part. This night gives her nightmares for months.
What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? In which Twyla takes Maya clubbing for New Year's Eve, kissing frogs is discussed, creepers are creepy, dancing becomes so close, and there is a kiss followed by some snow.
Boys Have Cooties...Kinda. In which Twyla and Henri discuss their New Year's Eves. Twyla confesses kissing Gawain and full friend support is given.
Yoda Say In which Twyla calls her brother Nate for advice concerning a certain mirrorwalker and things of that nature. Some good advice is giving and Twyla is a little less confused.
The Jury's Out, So Let's Come In In which Talking is attempted, although nothing much is said and nothing is defined. A Snowball Fight to the Death is proposed.
Snowball's Chance In which an Epic Snowball Fight ensues, cocoa is made, and kissing is done. In this thread Twyla makes up her mind about Mirror--she's willing to try whatever it is that they are embarking on.
Girl Talk In which major Girl Talk is done, Twyla and Henri explain themselves, and too much food is consumed.
Dreaming in a new city. In which Twyla's dreams are modified by a dreamwalker who she gives a tour of the dream version of the Mansion and who gives her good advice about how to deal with her nightmares.
Where do I Park my Tractor? In which Twyla's older brother Nate comes for a visit and meets Twyla's something and her friend.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 10, 2010 8:56:45 GMT -6
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Twyla had made a promise to herself that everyday (instead of just three times a week to jog-run) she would get up early and workout. She and Henri had made the promise to each other that they would get up early together and do some kind of physical activity in order to get themselves back into shape. (Neither girl was really terribly out of shape to begin with, but they felt as if they were.) They had decided to meet every morning at around seven in the foyer to catch a bus together and go to the local YMCA. Twyla had been a little early, so she decided to watch the news. A note had been left on Henrietta's door across the hall, alerting her of this plan.
Slowly, very slowly the girl had made her way down to the living room. She was dressed in sweatpants, and a thin tank top over her purple sports bra (the bright bra was half visible through the light pink top). When she walked into the living room she was surprised to find it already occupied, by a girl in red pajamas with fox ears reading a magazine.
"You scared me!" She exclaimed as well as she could in her tired state, it wasn't a very convincing tone to say the least. Taking another glance at the girl she got the feeling that she was familiar for some reason. 'Do I know--" A pause as the girl remembered where she'd seen a similar image. "Are you Emerald's sister?" Her tone was brighter now and she looked much more alert with her realization.
"What are you reading?" She asked, walking over and sitting on the other side of the couch. Normally Twyla would have been more conscious of personal space and how rude some people might find it that she was just sitting down. Twyla was very tired so these things didn't occur to her. Normally getting up semi-early wasn't a big deal for her but lately she'd been having nightmares about giant monsters with cold tentacles...
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 10, 2010 8:41:02 GMT -6
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Cheating? Twyla stood up and cocked her hip, her right hand resting on the jutting ledge. "I like to think of it as using my 'natural gifts'." She smirked and watched Maya reach up in the cupboards to find something--Twyla assumed ingredients for hot chocolate. She was proved right when the other girl not only turned around with chocolate in her hand but said she said that she deserved the drink. When she made her way over to the fridge Twyla noted Maya's hair, it was sticking up all around her head in differing states of drying. The image made her smile--Maya looked kinda like a duck.
As the other girl prepared her deserved hot chocolate the blond near the counter pulled the towel from her hair and began to braid it into twin pigtails on either side of her head. She didn't have any hair ties with her (having lost her only one earlier that morning in the snow) so the ends were left free and jagged. Wet, her hair came to about her shoulders and some of the moisture from the braids steadily dripped onto her blue tank top, making dark blue circles on her shoulders that were ignored. When this was done she had nothing to distract herself with and soon the butterflies she'd been so good at suppressing a few moments ago were jumping around again. "What is up with me..?" She muttered, not realizing aloud, as she patted her stomach as if that would quell the anxious feelings.
Hot chocolate smells really good when you've been running around in the snow and Twyla was not immune to the smell. Moving closer to Maya she asked in the nicest voice she could summon: "If I say I'm really sorry for...'cheating' can I deserve hot chocolate too?" She put her hands behind her back and smiled that was half shy and have smirk. A second later she laughed, ruining the effect, because she was unable to keep up the silly facade.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 9, 2010 17:26:26 GMT -6
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A slight scream emanated from the girl as something was thrown at her. A second before the scream became full blown she realized it was a towel and the squeaking noise stopped immediately. “Thanks.” Twyla recovered from the towel shock and smiled as she roughly rubbed her soaked hair, causing what wasn’t curled to become wavy and slightly frizzy. Deciding it would be best to keep the towel around her hair for a while, the girl bent over and wrapped it turban style around her head and the wet locks. It didn’t really matter if she looked ridiculous, there weren’t many Mansion kids up yet and even if some were...there were few people at the Mansion that Twyla cared for their opinion.
“Indubitably.” She replied, rolling her eyes at the highly inappropriate word choice. It was fun, throwing a funny word out like it worked in a normal situation. Not that a half fight half date with a girl who was sometimes a boy was normal...Normal for mutant teenagers maybe...or a normal situation for Twyla Ashby.
In her bare feet Twyla skipped down the hall towards the kitchen, stopping only to laugh and readjust the towel on her head. When she made it into the kitchen she turned around and leaned with her back against the counter, finally looking back at Maya. “So now the question is: What kind of hot drinks do we deserve?”
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 9, 2010 17:08:12 GMT -6
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In seconds the wolf girl’s face was twisted up in something akin to guilt. “Ohmygosh! Emerald you didn’t say anything wrong! You were just being honest.” Twyla pulled herself from melancholy thoughts of her family to comfort the other girl. A friendly pat on the back was meant to convey nothing but happy feelings. “Don’t worry about it, sweets.” Her smile was normal and cheerful again and she felt bad for not hiding her emotions better if it meant Emerald being unhappy.
Henri had the good sense and forward thinking to pick out another question and fire it off before anyone could get lost in their misery...or at least before Twyla could get lost in miserable thoughts of the awkwardness with her family.
Brown eyes grew confused for a moment after Henri asked her question and Emerald tensed up in some kind of self hug. She decided not to ask, there were just too many things people didn’t want to bring to the surface–she didn’t want to be a prying person. In any case, the other girl answered a second later and any confusion was pushed from her mind as she pondered the implications of both options.
“Hmmm....I think I’m gonna go with secrets too, I don’t have many of them so I don’t think that would ruin my life...” Twyla trailed off as she tried to think of any major secrets she had. Besides being a mutant they were few and far between.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 9, 2010 9:12:04 GMT -6
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'No funny business' was promised and Twyla helped Maya off the ground. Soon they were walking across the grounds towards the Mansion, gloves linked. "Yeah, but I think I could go for some coffee or something." This question and answer got them to the door and soon Twyla was bathed in the heat from the building. Warmth, glorious warmth. When she made it into door, the blond immediately kicked off her boots and began the long stripping process.
A few minutes and four layers later...
Once her coat, jacket, sweatshirt, and thermal along with her snow bibs, boots, sweatpants, and thermal socks Twyla was standing in the foyer next to a sopping pile of her clothing wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top. "It is really cold by this door." She hugged herself and carefully scooped up as much of the wet pile as she could. "I'm gonna find a place to stash this so it can dry." The girl didn't wait for a response from her friend, she just scuttled down the hallway barefoot. I am not running away. She told herself firmly as she found an empty hallway that had a vent that looked promising for her purposes. The articles of clothing were soon arranged around the warm vent in a way that they weren't blocking the hallway but they'd still get dry. But what is it that I'm not running away from? This thought caused the girl to pause on her way back for a second armful of sopping pants.
Something all too familiar was bouncing happily in her stomach upon seeing the other girl, which she ignored (along with Maya) as she took the rest of her pile to another vent in the same hallway. When she came back she had control of herself again and she stood in the foyer with a natural smile on her face.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 8, 2010 18:25:47 GMT -6
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“Ah, so I have been playing into your devious plot all...” A shiver as her hair was tucked behind her ear that she wasn’t sure was from being cold rocked through Twyla. “..along.” The girl added a second later as a blush barely visible through the cold flush on her face burned through her frozen cheeks. Right... The girl blinked a few times and then suddenly she was sitting up again and soon from her sitting position she was standing.
“It really is much too cold for cloud watching...” Twyla explained away her sudden altitude. “I’m only going to help you up if you promise that now we can go inside and get warm–no funny business.” Her grin was only the ghost of what it normally would be and her eyes were somewhere far away, lost in the whirlwind of sudden emotion stirred by something innocent. The hand she extended was half the distance between herself and where it needed to be for Maya to grasp it–she wanted the promise of safety first after all.
Well isn’t this just a...fun something or other? The logic based center of her brain was laughing at the excited part of her psyche. Something. Something. Something. It was always something. Something excited, confused, weirded out, happy, sad and unbelieving at the same time was crawling inside her stomach. It made her want to run, dance, hide, and make out with someone all at the same time. None of these things were very appropriate, so the girl forced herself out of her head and back into the cold winter air.
The grin became more heartfelt and Twyla stuck her tongue out at the girl, waiting for a response. I am really lucky her mutation doesn’t give her telepathic abilities...That would make life SO much more complicated...
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 8, 2010 18:07:09 GMT -6
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Hurdles. Hurdles did not sound fun. They didn’t look fun either, when Henri set one up and leapt over it in all her gazelle leg grace. Eyeing the hunk of metal dubiously, Twyla spoke in a hesitant tone. “That doesn’t look very easy to me. More like impossible for short people.” Legs up high? Twyla had never really been good at that. Sure, in dance her kicks could go above her head...but that was a kick...not a jump over a menacing looking hurdle. “Well, I suppose...” The girl backed up and positioned herself a few feet in front of the thing. She attempted to copy the other girl’s stance before she took off running down the track. At the sound of a male voice she stopped dead in her tracks, inches away from her leap of faith across the obstacle.
Bright purple pants?
Two things crossed the girls mind almost simultaneously: This someone knows Henri. and Oh my god I’m jealous of those purple pants. She stole a sneaky, brown-eyed glance at the purple panted person and then at Henri. She knows the most random people. She thought to herself, thinking of the strange boy named Van she’d seen a picture of on New Year’s.
By the time Twyla had collected herself enough to speak she had also caught her breath that had gotten away during her dash at the hurdle. It took a few blinks, but she managed to answer for herself instead of letting Henrietta introduce her. “I’m Twyla.”it came out as almost a question because the girl was slightly confused–she’d never heard the term ‘vision’ being used in that context in anything but books and it threw her off guard.
Upon further inspection it seemed that the person in the purple pants had a familiar face. Mansion resident...maybe? It was funny that Twyla couldn’t place the man with the slightly (well, really) outlandish (for a Y) appearance–then again, she had been a bit distracted since before Christmas...maybe she’d seen him everyday and it just hadn’t sunk into her brain. Deciding that she really didn’t know the newcomer, she decided to throw out: “Nice to meet you...?” As she hesitantly eextended her hand for a shake.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 8, 2010 17:25:34 GMT -6
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Twyla grinned when Maya glared at her, she looked like a wet rat. What do I look like? Thinking for a moment, she realized that she probably looked the same, if not worse–she did have more hair than the glaring girl. A moment later the glaring turned into smiling and the proposition was made that Twyla should make a snow angel. “I don’t need to prove my proficiency, I did that before first grade.” Twyla shook her head, making the curtain fling about in cold, wet, tendrils that made her ears cold and sent shivers down her spine. Nothing like a few good face plants in the snow to wake you up in the morning.
Twyla was about to reply her affirmation of Maya’s idea when suddenly the other girl was on her feet, hand stretched in front of her. It was an obvious sign that she wanted to help Twyla up. It was also and invitation for Twyla to pull her down back into the snow. With a smile on her face, she gave the girl and the hand a long look before she took the extended hand firmly in hers and...
Allowed herself to be pulled up.
Well, halfway up (at which point she decided that the ‘nice’ thing was no fun and that Maya really should have known better). Letting her legs go out underneath her, the blonde pulled herself (and her foe turned helper) back into the snow. Giggling, she rolled onto her side so that she was facing the other girl on the ground. “Really? You should know me better than that by now, Maya.” Sighing, she laid her head down on the snow and watched as a chunk of snow clinging to Maya’s brown locks slowly melted from the heat of her still bruised face.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 8, 2010 16:37:00 GMT -6
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It was the other girl’s time to yell ‘time out’ because soon her bottom half was covered in snow and she was gasping for breath, Twyla, being the wonderful, compassionate opponent that she was (and because her hands were getting terribly cold through the gloves she had on) allowed for the time out and ceased her attack for the moment. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I thought we were doing things the right way.” Her tone was snooty as the girl took a few steps back on her knees so she could grab the black ski mask that was half covered in snow. It was useless to her now, but she’d really rather not lose it until spring.
She patted her hair with a gloved hand, adding to the cold wetness that was seeping across her scalp and down the back of her coat. “This seems strangely familiar...” She muttered, watching Maya execute what she assumed was an attempt at a snow angel. Images of fall leaves and a skateboard filled her mind and she smiled at the memories.
Maya’s words were still breathy when she proclaimed herself the victor.
“Um, I think not.” Twyla crawled closer to where the other girl was laying and used the cleared snow created by the ‘snow angel’ to write her name in the powder with her little finger. “I think that since you fail at making snow angels, the winning goes to me.” She looked over at the girl next to her and grinned through the wild curtain of blonde hair that, due to the moisture, was beginning to wave and curl at the ends.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 8, 2010 14:03:49 GMT -6
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Twyla heard the other girl's exclamation of surprise seconds before she heard the thud that meant that she wasn't the only one in the snow that morning and felt herself fall back down--pulled by the momentum of Maya's fall. "Uff!" The blond was tangled with the other girl's arms and before she could recover mounds of snow began to cover her form, making standing up all the more difficult. Her foe found this hilarious and giggled in a way not unlike the giggling Twyla had succumbed to earlier in their fight.
Twyla attempted to roll out from under the snow, but in her confusion she ended up just flailing wildly and laughing. "Time out! Time out!" She cried, finally rolling over so that she was on her stomach. In a sudden lurch she was on her knees. To gain her full vision back, Twyla pulled the ski mask from her head and tossing it aside--letting her hair loose in the process. She dropped the camouflage and scooted on her knees towards the other girl.
Picking up a handful of snow, she copied Maya's attack plan, tossing snow at the other girl. "No, you take that, and that." Soon her laughter was so intense that she had to stop and curl an arm around her shaking stomach. Something about the snow and the nerves and the early morning made the girl lose it and her concern for 'winning' the battle.
Laughing felt so good, but it made her throat so cold.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Feb 7, 2010 20:10:11 GMT -6
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Telling someone not to do something only makes them want to do it more. Telling Twyla that her giggling was blowing her cover made the giggles intensify. She felt like a little kid and that feeling was distracting her from the fact that running+giggling=no air which was also equal to being winded very quickly. The girl wished she could fly at the mention of it–anything was better than running–especially running in snow. Soon her pursuer was close behind, close enough to fire.
At Least she got a warning before a handful of packed snow hit her. At the word: ‘Incoming!’ the running girl had ducked lower to the ground, resulting in the snowball hitting the top of her head, successfully dislodging the ponytail holder from the pony tail and setting all of Twyla’s blonde and pink (or snow colored) hair free. As the locks cascaded over her shoulders the girl realized that for the second time that day she was falling face first into the snow.
No thank you. This time the teen twisted herself so that she landed on her back. The thin layer of ice beneath the newest snow caused the girl to slide for a few feet which she used to scoop up some more ammunition with her gloved hands. When she finally came to a stop she yelled: “You’ll never take me alive!” and threw one snowball, then the other, hoping they hit their target. Her vision was a bit skewed by the messed up hair inside of her ski mask but she was pretty sure she knew the direction of her opponent. By this point Twyla’s camouflage was so confused that she mas a mixture of sky colors and dirty snow–something she didn’t notice until after she had tried to get up. Crap.
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