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 Oct 12, 2010 18:10:17 GMT -6
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Twyla laughed into her cup at the practice comment. The coffee was sending pleasant waves of caffeine energy through her body, making it warm and more and more awake. She didn’t chug her cup, but she was curious about what else Maya had planned--the tree house had major awesome points on its own, so whatever else the blond was going to be shown would have to be icing on the cake. Late night cake was still cake after all and Twyla liked the fairytale feel of the night.
After they finished their cups Maya climbed up to what Twyla assumed was the roof of the little building via a trap door that she hadn’t really paid much attention to before. It was fascinating to watch and only made the other girl’s curiosity deepen. Another laugh and a slight jump when Maya’s head was hanging from the hole in the ceiling. “You just scared the crap out of me!” Twyla exclaimed.
The roof? Without hesitation Twyla gave her girlfriend her hand and stood up on her tiptoes to get more height so that it would be easier to maneuver upwards (she was a few inches shorter than Maya, regardless of her frustration with her stature). It didn’t take much (with the help) to pull herself up onto the roof. It was a tiny, flat expanse that just fit the two of them. Secretly Twyla wondered if that mean that eventually you get to old (and big) for such things as tree houses. She seriously hoped this wasn’t the case...
“This is an awesome find.” The young woman smiled and tried her best not to look at the edges--while being on the roof was totally cool and all that she couldn’t help but get just a teeny bit nervous at the thought of falling off said roof. Then again, she highly doubted her date had brought her up there with the intent of letting her fall--that was a bit of a mood killer, just saying.
((I missed you too! Thanks, sometimes I really need t, haha! ))
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Oct 10, 2010 22:39:40 GMT -6
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Herni would apparently need no babysitter(s) that day, but at least the idea was out there. A thud that seemed to reach Gawain’s ears at the same time as hers resounded from someplace off in the Mansion, probably upstairs. Henri heard it too headed out of the kitchen. Before she left the room Twyla managed to get a look at the other woman’s face and instantly she knew the look resting there--it was motherly concern. The brunette blinked for a moment at the retreating figure, an unreadable (to most) expression clouding her face.
She was in the kitchen alone with Gawain. No matter how much ‘better’ she’d gotten in the past few months it was still awkward. A final moment to neutralize her face and Twyla was up and following her friend down the hall and towards the source of the mysterious sound. And then another noise, this one coming from the pocket of the sweater the woman was wearing. “I kissed a girl and I...” The ‘retro’ song lyric was stifled and killed by Twyla answering her cell phone, she stopped in her tracks to speak with the woman she knew was on the other end (it was Joanna’s ringtone, after all).
“Hey chica, what do you need?” The tone she used was a friendly one and a familiar one. “Really? You’ve been accepted officially? Oh honey that’s great! I’m so excited!” A bright smile found it’s way on her face as she obviously forgot where she was and where she had been going. “I bet Erica’s ecstatic.” A pause and then laughter. “Well, I’m sure she’ll be as excited as you are when you can actually meet the baby--have you decided on a name yet? Uh-huh, that’s cute! Seriously, that’s great.” A longer pause as the woman on the other end asked an obviously long question.
Twyla’s face fell a bit and she walked to a more private area near the stairs. “Listen, Jo, I can’t come back yet to visit and I’m never moving back there. Parts of California were great, you guys and everyone from work...but I’m not ready to go back. Not with Kurt and everything...” The face fell a bit more. “Oh, he’s still with her?” A very, very short pause. “They’re getting married!?” The voice that had been steadily getting quieter with the change of subject rose sharply. “You’re telling me that he just couldn’t commit to me but some bimbo can walk into his life and--” A large, angry sigh. “I’m sorry Jo, thanks for telling me, really. Oh, you have to go? I suppose there’s a lot of people to call.” The smile came back a bit. “Well, congratulations! Give my best to Erica, and don’t worry--she’ll come around. Bye hon, take care.”
She wasn’t going to go upstairs and see what the children had gotten themselves into. She needed to compose herself first. Right.Twyla sank into the nearest chair and silently fumed.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Oct 10, 2010 22:03:17 GMT -6
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For a moment the blond just sat on the floor and blinked, imagining herself in her...current state sitting in a fancy restaurant surrounded by people older than her that were all dressed and groomed appropriately for the occasion. She imagined looks of disdain on their faces. Then she imagined Maya going to the bathroom and coming back Gawain. The looks didn’t go away, in fact, there were a few more the second time Imagination Twyla looked around. Getting her girlfriend to promise her no one would see her? A good plan indeed. Hooray for forward thinking. (Although, for the record, it was the idea that people would see her hair and disheveled clothes that bothered her--regarding her significant other the people in the fancy clothes could, for lack of more intelligent and eloquent terms, suck it.)
There was coffee and hot chocolate and milk. At first Twyla skipped the milk and hot chocolate altogether--she drank her coffee black, always. It was strong, the girl made a face after her first teeny sip, but it was perfect for the situation considering their date would be rather short if she fell back asleep in the next few minutes. It was a real hazard of late night tree house dating, so she’d heard.
The blond raised her mug in a similar motion to the brunette. A ‘toast’ was given, and she snorted...just a little bit. Mostly she smiled. Twyla clinked her glass with Maya’s and said “It was perfect. Very, very romantic.” She smiled into her cup, braving a larger sip. The expression on her face gave away the fact that the young woman was only half kidding--it sounded about right to her. What did people in the movies say at such times? Twyla realized she wasn’t really sure and that led to the train of thought that maybe she was lacking some feminine urge to watch chick flicks and moon over those types of romances. And then she thought ‘ew’.
((OOC: I'm sorry this is so late, getting used to everything is...hard. >_< p.s. I <3 the new sigi and avis, very nice!))
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 22, 2010 13:36:19 GMT -6
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The entire date thus far had been wrapped in a hazy shroud of mystery that was partly thickened by the fact that as Twyla was led down the corridor and out to the school grounds she was almost sleep walking. It was much easier to snap awake when they were outside and it was quite a bit darker. They headed for the trees and away from the light. The blond didn’t particularly like the dark so it was much easier to become alert when she was stiffening up and then clinging to Maya’s arm at every sudden twig crack. By the time they came to a halt she was awake almost completely.
Awake enough to be confused and super curious. When they stopped at the base of a tree and in front of a rope ladder. She looked up. “A tree house?” There was something childish in her tone as she looked up at the wooden boards of the floor of the building in the tree.
“Okay.” She waited, and looked up, trying to creep a peek at what her girlfriend was doing in the tree house. There was more light a few moments later and Maya gave her the go ahead to climb the ladder. With some careful maneuvering and careful foot placement Twyla managed to climb up the rope ladder. “Oh wow...Maya.” She smiled after she pulled herself up. Crawling over on her knees, she gave the dark haired girl a hug. “This is great.” A hand came up to rub an eye that was fighting to awaken still. “Seriously.” Another hug before Twyla crawled over and sat next to one of the glasses.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 18, 2010 12:01:01 GMT -6
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When the light was turned on there was some more blinkes and some more rubbing of the eyes. Her thoughts were very muzzy as she tried to process the images in front of her and understand Maya’s words at the same time. The other girl’s smile had become more playful when she said something about a date. Date!? Pause. Oh, that’s right... Finally that afternoon on the grass came back to her--they had joked about it. Twyla supposed that it was normal that her first reaction to being woken up in the middle of the night was not ‘I knew you were here for a date’.
The something-or-other in Maya’s hand was presented to her and Twyla’s eyes finally registered that it was a rose, a pink one. A slight blush danced across her cheeks when she took it and brought it to her nose to smell. “Aww...” She smiled through the flower at Maya.
“Warm...right...Hold this.” She handed the rose back to the other gilr. A few more blinks and some wiggling and Twyla had managed to untangle herself from her covers. She was too sleepy to be concerned with much of anything at the moment, so picking out clothing was as simple as grabbing the first of everything she saw: first pair of jeans, first plain green tank top, and first hoodie. After grabbing the necessary undergarments as well, the girl trudged into her bathroom and began to change. There was some clamoring coming from the tiny bathroom as Twyla stumbled into her clothes. More than once there was a bang noise followed by some tired giggles or an ‘ow’. A few minutes later she reappeared, fully dressed except for shoes and blearily running a comb through half of her hair.
“I’ll take that back now.” She said as she carefully unwrapped her girlfriend’s fingers from the stem of the pink rose. Twyla searched her room to find a plastic glass that was big enough for a makeshift vase that was promptly filled with water and placed on her bedside table. “Where are we going?” The girl finally asked after puling on shoes as she attempted to pull the still rumpled and slightly tangled hair into a low ponytail. For some reason she hadn’t felt the need for anymore questions once it was affirmed that they were going on a date--people did that, that was normal, according to her (slowly) awakening mind.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 16, 2010 14:56:50 GMT -6
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It had been a very productive day--Twyla had done all of her laundry, she’d signed up for a few college classes that she was taking online at the Mansion, and she’d even managed to keep herself outside long enough to legitimately justify not tidying up her room at all. It was all in all, a pretty good day. She’d even managed to get to bed obnoxiously early with little difficulty ( a rarity, especially during those last dregs of the summer). Obviously Twyla didn’t hear that there was someone else in her room, she didn’t sense a presence, and her dreams certainly didn’t expect to be disrupted by speech coming from outside her head. So when she half heard: "Bubblegum? Wake up, beautiful. We're going on a date." she was quite startled.
“Wha...?” The blond practically flew out of her covers, she sat up so fast. It was more than a little dizzying and disorienting going from a comfortable laying position to sitting straight up in bed. It took some rapid blinking and breathing for the room to stop tilting. “What’s going on...? Maya? What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Of course she’d expect the worst--that would be the safe bet considering precedent and things she’d recently learned from Emerald Lupin. Any playful conversations in the grass of late-night dates were forgotten as the girl panicked slightly.
And then she turned and noticed the something-or-other that Maya was holding and the fact that her girlfriend didn’t appear to be bleeding all over the carpet. She seemed fine...she was smiling even. A few more blinks and the smile was slowly reciprocated. “What’s going on?” She asked in a much calmer and slightly sleepier tone. An eye was rubbed and a hand traveled through her bed rumpled hair. Her bed shirt was a few sizes too big so it hung a bit off her shoulders and Twyla looked like a big green bird when she stretched out her arms to yawn.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 15, 2010 12:24:43 GMT -6
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A housewarming party? She hadn’t really thought of that but Twyla found herself saying: “Of course, of course.” And then adding: “Well, more like a loft-warming party--but at least it’ll be mine.” The brunette was intensely excited about having her own place--it would be like closure if she could survive on her own. She’d been living in places owned by others for too long and it was her turn to take control of everything. There was freedom in living alone and she was excited to take it. The ironic thing was that she’d left New York for more freedom in the first place. It was crazy what paths life could take you down.
She turned from her coffee and her thoughts and listened to Henri and Gawain explain their reasons for being back at the Mansion on that particular day. Her curiosity was screaming to find out more about Rupert’s origins but she managed to keep her mouth politely shut as babysitting was discussed and her goddaughter was mentioned. Thus far one of the best things about being home again was spending some time with Elle--not enough, obviously, but it was a good feeling when Twyla had the option of seeing the young girl without needing to get on a plane.
Twyla frowned when Henri said she hadn’t been spending much time with her husband lately. Vaguely she recalled a phone conversation about how much he was working overtime lately. “Is Van still picking up those extra hours? He’s going to work himself into a hole...” The frown was twisted into a thoughtful smirk. “I can help watch Elle.” It came out a bit quick as the woman was a bit excited at the prospect. “I don’t have to be to work for a few hours--she can help me plan the guest bedroom.” Twyla laughed, she was serious though, as her entire space was starting to look the same. “Although...now that you mention it--I think she gets more like her father when it’s just the two of us.” She didn’t elaborate, just gave Henri a smile that was half smirk.
“Either way I think I need to watch you” She turned to Gawain. “play nanny; that would make my day I think.” The smirk was an old, familiar one that her mouth had almost forgotten.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 14, 2010 13:50:50 GMT -6
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The blond bit her lip and pulled in her tan legs, intent on hearing Emerald out (with an open mind) before she made any judgement calls or arguments. Arms wrapped around the legs and the girl rested her chin on the dry knees, her focus entirely on what the wolf girl was saying. Brown eyes remained impassive as they hid the processing that was going inside Twyla’s mind. These were things she hadn’t heard about before and they sent off little shocks to her brain. Impassive blink. Think. Think. Think. Breath in but keep your mouth shut.
It was hard not to argue with Emerald’s logic as she spoke, but Twyla managed to control herself and to carefully gauge the other girl’s emotions. Not flying off the handle was probably best in this situation considering it was obvious that there was a lot of emotional baggage that went with the subject from what the blond could tell.
‘A lot of crap’ happened while she was away? What did that mean? More, apparently, than what the wolf girl was discussing with her now. Twyla stored that tidbit away for further examination later.
A sigh as the girl tried to organize her thoughts. “It wasn’t your fault that she was in the labs--so it wasn’t your fault that she got out, Em...” The lip biting resumed for a minute. “Look, you’re worried about someone else getting hurt when your number one should be you--not in the bad way, you just...er.” She was losing her train of thought and what was coming out wasn’t quite right. “You need to remember that the people you care about care about you too--we’d do anything to help you and...you getting hurt like this because you were on your own and you didn’t think you could get help from me or someone else makes me upset because maybe me or somebody else could have helped you.” Another pause, this time accompanied by a light touch on the shoulder, hesitant of damaged spots. “You’re not alone, Em, and that means you’re not allowed to do stupid sh*t--believe me, I know.” There was a slight laugh in her voice when she swore, but Twyla Ashby was as serious as they get.
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 7, 2010 16:25:11 GMT -6
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Ooooh, sounds like fun--but Twyla's had enough of these kind of things for a while. Do you need her for outside of it, because that would be totally cool
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 5, 2010 14:32:02 GMT -6
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The kids ran off and Twyla smiled as she watched them run down the hall. That smile turned into a smirk when Gawain tried to tell her he was never as big a brat as his son. An eye roll accompanied the quirk of the lips. “Oh no, never ever.” Sarcasm was dripping all over the floor--thankfully it’s fairly easy to clean up with some paper towels and some spray. She felt normal again in that moment and almost forgot everything that had happened between their little group.
The offer to relocate to the kitchen was presented and accepted by Henri. Twyla nodded and followed the other two inside the familiar room. It had changed a bit since they’d been in high school but not enough for her to call it strange--she could still find the stashes of good food and knew when the best times to eat were. Once inside she instantly bustled around the cupboards, searching out all the things that would distract the adults enough from any awkwardness that reared its ugly head (basically any random snack foods she found and the fixings for coffee). She also grabbed herself a mug for coffee and proceeded to fill it before taking her first sip--she still drank it black.
Plopping herself down she watched the other two get whatever they needed before smalltalk. “So what brought you here today?” A pause. “Either of you.” Another pause. “I’m still here, obviously, but in about a month I should be in my own apartment--I’ve even picked out the couch and the curtains.” She laughed a little bit and swirled the contents of the cup around, enjoying the warmth on her fingers and the feelings that being independent once more filled her with--her smile was dreamy as she looked at the coffee. Twyla had the sneaking suspicion that Mirror had been spending some time at the Mansion lately, but thus far she’d done a good job avoiding the gendershifter (or who she thought was the gendershifter).
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 5, 2010 14:08:32 GMT -6
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Twyla had the sudden strange urge to slap Emerald after she told her exactly why she’d gone after the criminal. It was bad enough that she’d been alone--but to go looking for that kind of trouble after being upset? That was freaking ridiculous! What kind of coping mechanism is that? Luckily the urge was a small one and it went away quickly. Instead the girl blinked, took a deep breath, blinked again, and swallowed a sigh. “So what you’re telling me is that you went and got yourself all banged up looking for a criminal...by yourself...because you got stood up? Is that basically it?” She tried her best to keep any negative tone out of her voice, she really did.
“Em, you can’t do that to yourself--that’s not how we’re supposed to deal with things...” She let out a sigh for real this time. “Seriously, you’re on a team, aren’t you? Vigilantism...I mean, going out without the X-men...it’s not how we’re supposed to do things...” Twyla shook her head and felt the wavy blond tendrils around her ears brush across her shoulders as she did so. The blond decidedly didn’t agree with her friend’s methods--especially not now when she was a trainee and everything. Helping people was always the right thing to do but sometimes you have to go through the right channels.
Not to mention Argument No. 2: going out on your own means you’re...on your own.
What would have happened if Emerald couldn’t handle that woman? No one was perfect, no matter how much they seemed to win. She’d have been alone with no backup, no one to call for help, nothing. That was scary. That was why people like Twyla Ashby worried all the time. How often did Em go off like this? Certainly a troubling question. “What if you had been in serious trouble? You were alone out there...”
Posted by Twyla Ashby on Sept 1, 2010 12:20:22 GMT -6
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Emmy was being so herself that it was almost a too perfect imitation of Twyla’s wolfish friend. The chuckle the blond let out was small and almost mirthless as she tried to find a plausible explanation for Emerald’s drastically changed appearance and her bandages. It was hard to tell with the wolf girl--she and the Morris kid were especially good at finding trouble wherever it was, sometimes they even found it together. She was almost distracted by thoughts of the puppy but she managed to keep herself in, even after replying to the question. “Yeah, she’s such a cute girl.” Twyla’s voice was only slightly gooey and this was also because of the worry flooding her mind and chasing itself across her emotions.
She just nodded slowly, the lip biting resuming, when Em told her that she was supposed to be in the Infirmary and why she’d skipped out on it. This would have to change, Twyla’s new mission of the moment was to get Emerald back to the careful care of Doc and to figure out what the heck she had missed when she was at camp. It was funny that her boy/girlfriend hadn’t mentioned anything about any of Emerald’s apparent troubles to her at all...The girl’s brow crinkled for a moment before she refocused herself to her current location.
And then some rapid fire blinking began and a slight and slow shaking of Twyla’s head. It was so typical Em but she hoped it wasn’t true--why was she still going off on her own with these kinda of things? That was stupid, no matter who you are, especially when you were supposed to be a part of a team. The wolf girl was smiling but her friend sitting next to her was frowning, in fact it could be said that she almost looked angry.
There were two things Twyla needed to deal with straight away--one was her friend’s bullsh*t facade that she totally didn’t need and the second was her habit of running off and doing dangerously stupid things all on her lonesome (Twyla doubted that Em had requested any help getting the serial killer guy). A heavy sigh escaped her lips and she looked down before staring the red head full in the face. “Did you have any help?” Brown eyes were hard as they dared blue ones to lie or not answer.
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Do you need her for outside of it, because that would be totally cool 