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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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.
Amber didn't often venture out during daylight due to her sensative skin but today was to be the exception. Not only was it heavily overcast, allowing her at least a couple of hours to be outside without worry, but it was also her birthday and she simply couldn't tolerate staying inside for it. It wasn't as if she had anything planned and she certainly didn't have any parties that were likely to happen. Few people considered her a friend and she generally preferred to avoid loud parties anyway. But that didn't mean that she didn't want to do something with her special day. After all, it only came about once a year.
That special thing, Amber decided, was to go flying. Although she had acquired her Pterodaustro form several months ago she had only had the opportunity to try it out a few times since then. It simply wasn't very easy to fly during the night time darkness and with a wingspan of nearly 3 meters it wasn't very easy to hide during the daytime. That, and her skin condition made it difficult for her to go outside long enough to shift and then shift back when she was done for the day.
Today, however, she deemed the risk worth it because today was her birthday. She took the bus to a park that she had scouted out sometime ago, a little out of the way place that didn't get a lot of traffic. It would allow her the privacy to shift unseen and hopefully the cold overcast weather would prevent too many people from making a scene if they happened to notice a 3 meter shadow flying above. It wasn't like they could really do anything to her anyway once she was airborn. Except shoot at her. Shooting at her would be very very bad and she decided (rather emphatically) that she simply refused to contemplate the possibility.
Once Amber had made it to the park she found a small grove of trees and stripped off her black robes. Shivering with the cold, her shift began, though, perhaps a little slower than usual. Her skin turned to scales, wings sprouted from her back and her mouth and face elongated as numerous teeth grew where previously there were none. It was an agonizing process but despite that she uttered only the barest whimper. It was also something she was used to by now and it lasted under a minute.
Getting airborn once her new form had been assumed was another difficulty. Pterosaurs were simply not designed to reach the sky from the ground. It would have been much easier had she been able to climb a tree and then shift but that simply wasn't possible. After a momumental effort of will and many flaps of her great wings, she finally made it into the air and revelled at the rare freedom of it.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jan 4, 2011 14:45:03 GMT -6
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Gina was generally a very good girl, but her insatiable curiosity often led her to make poor judgements. This night, she lay awake in her bed, in a temporary room full of other mutants. Most were just seeking sanctuary, and probably weren't going to be there that long. Gina was simply awaiting to have her rooming situation arranged, as she'd been dumped at Xavier's a few days too soon by a very exasperated chaperone. Gina tossed and turned, unable to find that one comfy spot before drifting off to sleep. After a few hours of keeping at this, she finally gave up and rose from her bed.
Gina walked the halls for some span of time, following random staircases here and curiosity there, until she eventually wound up on the roof of the academy. She pushed the door that led outside open, before reflexively flinching against the cold. The night's chill cut through her clothes and went straight to the bone, chilling the young gargoyle. On this night, Gina wore a somewhat loose pair of jeans, which she hiked up with a simple belt. She also wore a t-shirt, over which a hoodie was pulled. It did nothing against the weather.
Gina sauntered to the buildings edge, half tempted to go back inside, to the warmth. She spied a security camera and a couple of floodlights a few feet down. High secuirity, Gina mused, stretching her wings, Is it to keep us in, or to keep them out? Are things really that bad?
Gina gave an enthusiastic stretch, spreading her wings. Shivers darted down her spine as the wind caught the membrane of Gina's wing. Though in Mendocino, flights had been a daily thing, she hadn't even flown once since she'd arrived in New York City. There were too many people to see her, and too many buildings to run into. But tonight-- Gina looked up at the clouds again, drawing her wings in with a little shiver. The clouds really cut down on the visibility. It might be dangerous, as she wouldn't be able to see as well, but people would be less likely to see her. She'd have the liberty of checking things out from above, to get a sense of the lay of the city without having to deal with the hustle and bustle.
"I could get in trouble," Gina mused, a small smile upon her face. Her eyes glittered at the thought. She'd be back before they noticed, and it wasn't as if she was doing anything illegal. She clambered onto the roofs edge and jumped into the air, putting some good distance between herself and the ground with a few, powerful wingbeats. She drifted towards the city on an air current, just below the clouds. From this height, the cars looked like large toys. Gina swooped unnoticed around buildings, occasionally beating her wings as she wandered deeper into the city, and farther from the Institute.
There was absolutely nothing in the world that could possibly compete with the thrill that was flight. Of course there was freedom in running and hunting along the streets and alleys of the city, but even that freedom didn't compare to what it was like to actually take to the skies and fly. It was a little bit terrifying, defying gravity in such a fashion and made Amber feel even more inhuman than she all ready did. But the terror just added to the thrill and the feeling of being inhuman made her proud of the fact that she wasn't quite human, she was above that of mere humans. Because no mere human could possibly comprehend what it was like to be one with the skies and leave the earth below far behind.
Amber wasn't paying much attention to where she was going; it was the flight itself that occupied all of her attention not the destination. In fact, she really didn't have any destination or purpose in mind beyond simply leaving her problems behind for an hour. The sky, for the next hour, would be hers to rule unchallenged. Because what could possibly challenge a prehistoric reptile that was far larger than any modern bird native to the area? Larger, in fact, than any modern day bird period. The answer, of course, was that nothing could challenge her. Or at least that should have been the answer.
Amber hadn't realized that her flight had taken her closer to the Mansion than she had intended which is why the flash of movement in the corner of her eye startled her. A flash of movement that was larger than any bird she was aware of and didn't have any of the sounds associated with a man-made flying machine of any sort. Mutant was the first thing that flashed through her mind and despite not catching a clear glimpse of the thing or person, she let out a high pitched screech, announcing her presence to whoever or whatever it was. The screech sounded very much like a bird of prey, though deeper. She was not some tiny modern day bird, she was a majestic and powerful Pterodaustro.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jan 7, 2011 12:48:28 GMT -6
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The screech broke Gina's hearing range, sending chills up her spine as she realized that she was alone in the sky. There were certain things she knew she had to be wary of when it came to metropolitan areas-- lowflying helicopters, for example. Or birds. Gina searched the sky, eyes thinned to slits as she came to a stop midair. She hovered, squinting against the darkness and the low clouds. That noise hadn't come from a bird.
She then spotted an airborn shape, a good distance away. It was a triangular shape, and so Gina at first mistakingly believed it to be a hangglider. However, she then noticed that the wings of whatever was approaching were moving, propelling the large object forward. She blinked, hardly believing what her eyes seemed to be showing her.
A dinosaur? The extent of Gina's dinosaur-based knowledge ended at animated childhood series, but she knew enough to know that the large creature that was approaching wasn't some sort of bird. She stumbled into motion, slightly panicked and slightly convinced that she was hallucinating. Perhaps going out on a flight on such little sleep wasn't such a good idea? After all, Xavier's wasn't too far away for her to retreat from.
Hallucination or not, as the dinosaur drew closer, Gina stumbled back into motion. She darted towards the city, towards the skyscrapers that loomed before her. Her heart beat heavily as she flew through the air, occasionally glancing over her shoulder as she went. The dinosaur was larger than she was, and therefore more powerful. Therefore, it was also something for Gina to fear. However, since it was larger, if it didn't mean well, Gina could outmaneuver it because of her smaller size. It could have been friendly, but Gina wasn't going to take that kind of chance. At this point in time, it was predator versus prey.
Flight was far from an effortless activity, especially being a creature as large as Amber currently was. There was undeniable freedom in it, yes, but that freedom did not come without its own cost. It took skill to be able to catch the rising thermals of air in order to keep her aloft, skill that she was only just beginning to master. When there were no air thermals then it took strength and willing to beat her great wings in order to ensure she remained airborn. It was worth it though, every beat of her muscular wings was worth it.
Another few beats of her great wings and Amber rose further. She maneuvered in order to come around in a great circle in an attempt to catch a better view of the figure she had seen before. What could it possibly be, something that was so similar to her own size? The most likely answer was that it was a mutant of some sort which meant that (hopefully) she wouldn't have anything to fear from it. Although she had been learning that mutants had the capacity for cruelty just as humans did, it simply wasn't as common for a mutant to attack a fellow mutant as it was for a human or a mob of humans to do so. Still, she would feel better once she knew for sure.
Completing her wide turn in the sky Amber finally caught a full view of the figure a little ways below her, a figure that was unexpectedly familair to her. It was the gargoyle from her math class, the one who had accidentally hit her with a pencil. Wtih the confermationthat the flighted figure was not a threat, Amber's mood rose considerably, although there was still the problem of the fact that the gargoyle herself, if she was not mistaken, looked afraid of Amber. Afraid of herself, imagine that!
The difficulty, as it often was, was that Amber was physically unable to talk in any of her dinosaur forms. So how would she go about letting the gargoyle know that she was a friend? In this form she didn't even have hands in which to write or type as she did in a couple of her others. Instead she let out a series of clicking trills which she hoped would be much less challenging and intimidating than her initial screech had been. Hopefully the gargoyle would get the hint that she was a friend and not an enemy.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jan 9, 2011 21:18:08 GMT -6
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The groggy gargoyle slowed down a little as the next series of calls reached her ears, turning and bobbing in the air, as if to pause. The next series of calls weren't as abrasive or intimidating as the shriek, but more inviting. Cheerful, perhaps, but not predatory as before. Gina bobbed a few beats of her wings longer, allowing the dinosaur to draw closer, as she squinted at it closely.
Part of her had assumed that it had been a mutant, but what nature of a mutant they were, she did not know. Some mutants were rather nice, and other mutants weren't. Some were so mean that they were more animal-like than human. The calls of the dinosaur had convinced Gina that it didn't really mean any harm, but one could never be too sure, especially in such a large city like New York.
Gina brought her wings in, making a small dive as she drew inquisitively closer to the dinosaur. She was ever-cautious, for she didn't know if she knew this dinosaur, didn't know if she could trust it, much less. As the distance between the two airborne mutants grew less and less, she casually veered to one side, watching the dinosaur with mild interest.
When the dinosaur got within hearing range, Gina tested the "friendly mutant" theory by cupping her hands to her mouth and hollering at the dinosaur.
"Good evening," she called out. Again, she became vertical in the air and bobbed up and down in flight, which was more or less a manner of standing still while the dinosaur drew closer to her. With a note of humor, she added on, "Beautiful night for a flight, no?"
Watching the gargoyle, Amber couldn't help but feel just a bit envious about the ease and grace in which she flew. She made it look deceptively easy, deceptive in a way that only someone who had also actually flown could appreciate. One didn't appreciate just how much went into flight,
"Good evening, Beautiful night for a flight, no?"
Amber took another long circular glide around the gargoyle, thinking as she did just how useful it would be to be able to hover in place. It seemed, however, that apparently hovering was not something that pterosaurs were capable of. Such a shame, really, but given the fact that were she merely human she wouldn't even be able to fly at all she vowed that she would try not to resent the fact too much.
Once she had come back around Amber inclined her head, neck bending it with as much grace as she was able to muster. Sure, she might not be a natural creature of the sky, not like a gargoyle, but that didn't mean she was a complete novice either. She let out another trilling call in a manner she hoped would sound friendly. Speech, she thought and not for the first time, would be very useful while shifted.
