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 Gina Schuyler on Mar 9, 2011 14:21:19 GMT -6
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Gina had climbed onto the wall, crouching there and watching Trenchfoot stand there. After a pause, Trenchfoot spoke, explaining why he was so calm.
Gina puffed her cheeks out, her brows sinking into a scowl. Adrenaline still coursed down her spine, but she managed to slow her hearts throbbing to a slightly less erratic staccato.
"You could have told me that, you know, before you gave me a heart attack," Gina said flatly, tucking her hands into her pockets and walking a few strides down the wall, watching as Trenchfoot leaned back, grasping the wall with his hands.
"That's convenient," Gina muttered, pulling her hands out of her pockets. She jumped off of the roof much in the fashion that a diver would leap off of a diving board, spreading her wings. Her wings caught air, and she looped towards Trenchfoot in a lazy circle, flying in the aimless fashion of a falling leaf. She flew in such a fashion so that she could keep pace with Trenchfoot's awkward, ambling pace.
'What is better... than understanding own... capabilities?' Trenchfoot inquired, hissing the last syllable of the inquiry. Gina swooped by aimlessly, turned thoughtfully, floated in the other direction, and then turned again before answering.
"Huh," Gina sighed, uncertain of how to answer. So this guy could stick to walls, had the flexibility of silly putty, and was virtually indestructible? That was... insane, but really cool. She simply replied, "Is there anything else that can you do?"
Posted by aurethius on Mar 9, 2011 14:50:32 GMT -6
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Before the mutant could answer, his grip began to loosen mid-stride. Gradually, like a tortoise pulling back into its shell, he compacts his form, drawing his arms and legs back in tighter to his torso.
"Going up... much easier." he comments, more to himself than his flying companion. It took a moment for her words to make their way to his 'brain'.
"Not sure... Many things. Or few. Can make things stick. Can make things slide. Sliding... not a good option now."
It does not dawn on the creature that this was the most he had said in one breath. Producing air from the small pocket in his gullet wasn't as easy as it was for a human. He had noted that the girl had a strong voice. He dimly recalled that avian beasts possessed more efficient lungs. Perhaps, just has he had been transformed inside and out, so too had she. Concentrating, he extends the yellowish carpet below him, giving him something to walk on. As he passes down, the now-unused fungus above him crawls back in. It seemed to take a great deal of work, so the process is long and arduous.
"Can eat... anything soft. No longer... taste though. More about... texture. Feeling. Can create... more... of what I am made of."
He looks up at her oddly. "Can you? Reproduce? Eggs... perhaps. Rock eggs..."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 9, 2011 16:41:27 GMT -6
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Gina kept careful watch over Trenchfoot's progress down the building's face, mistrustful of the matter which he used to cling to the wall. He muttered something under his breath, and Gina saw his lips move, but missed what he had said completely.
She listened to Trenchfoot haltingly explain what he could do, making things slippery or sticky by virtue of the gunk. And eating virtually anything soft, though it hadn't any taste, only texture to him. Strangely like Fausto, Gina thought to herself, casually swaying around in the opposite direction. She said nothing, allowing Trenchfoot to focus on the descent.
Something seemed to dawn on Trenchfoot suddenly, for he looked square at Gina, fixing her with his bizarre eyes. His expression was strange, she couldn't put a finger on what his eyes held, but something had obviously arisen in his mind.
'Can you? Reproduce? Eggs... perhaps. Rock eggs.'
Gina laughed, but the laugh didn't make it all the way out her mouth. It was cut short with a rather painful snort in the nose, her face flushing brilliantly. He really didn't beat around the bush, did he? The subject was an awkward one for Gina, as she really hadn't been romantic with much of anyone, nor given thought to the whole "having kids" thing. Call her conventional, but she was only fourteen. Having a child was the last thing on her mind.
But the whole notion of hatching stone eggs, though she imagined such a thing to be quite painful, was funny, in an immature sort of way, hence the reason she'd laughed. She wasn't really stone, just looked like it-- she could see where Trenchfoot would make the mistake but, really, stone eggs?
"I have the capacity to, uh, 'reproduce'," Gina finally replied, the last word coming out quicklky, as if it tasted funny in her mouth, "But I probably wouldn't hatch eggs... I'm more... batlike than birdlike-- a mammal--" Her face felt like a heatlamp, and was probably glowing just as brightly, "--Live birth," she summarized.
She looked groundward, at potential obstructions that lay strewn in her path. They were steadily drawing closer, though at a very slow rate. It would be such a relief to be on the ground. She flew a few more wordless loops, appreciatory of the silence. Trenchfoot's last question had taken her by surprise, and had left Gina uncharacteristically silent.
"Trenchfoot," Gina addressed the other moment, pausing to make sure that he had heard her, "For future reference, don't ask mutant girls if they can reproduce. It's... awkward." She smiled and chuckled under her breath, looping around. Again, she found his tendency to ask questions so guilelessly more amusing than much else, but their might not be others that were so kind in the face of such peculiar, invasive questions.
Posted by aurethius on Mar 10, 2011 11:48:36 GMT -6
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Maks thinks about the use of 'awkward'. At the moment, crabwalking oddly down the face of a building, he embodied the word.
"Not awkward." he counters. "Understood explanation... perfectly. Bats... mammalian, not avian. Birds have cloaca, vent... mammals have v-"
He stops, thankfully. 'Don't ask mutant girls about reproduction' she had requested. He would oblige. "Hrmm, apologies. Have not met... mutant girl... with wings. Normally... would simply inspect... your biology." he explains.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 10, 2011 17:54:13 GMT -6
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Oh my God, am I really hearing this? Gina asked herself, momentarily scrunching up her face in disbelief. Was Trenchfoot really giving her an anatomy lesson on the reproductive system of birds? He went on to explain the difference between birds and bats, but broke off before reaching the final word. Gina went red, having finished the sentence without him saying anything.
Trenchfoot apologized, explaining his cause for the inquiry.
"It's alright," Gina sighed, smiling faintly, "I was just telling you for future reference is all."
The street below was in a lull, by New York standards. Street lights had flickered on with the coming of the early evening, and cars were inching back towards home. As always, the streets were cacophonous, but the stream of pedestrians was thinning out gradually. A few pedestrians made note of the airborne, human-sized creature that, in great, lazy loops, was gradually nearing the ground. Shouting, their voices very faint from the height at which Trenchfoot and Gina were, they parted, making way for the descending gargoyle.
"Well, that'll make landing a little easier," Gina said with a smirk. There was another chorus of gasps and shouts as Trenchfoot was also spotted, and the few people lingering nearby scattered.
"Yeah, yeah," Gina called out sarcastically, "Run away."
Finally within short distance of the ground, she began to close her wings, outpacing Trenchfoot as she skidded to a stop on the ground. People hustled by, looking at Gina without really looking at her. Gina poked her tongue out at a particularly bold couple, who dared to actually stare at her for a few measures longer than the other people that hurried by. She then turned, casting her glance up towards the still-descending mutant.
"So, Mr. Trenchfoot," Gina called out, her voice escaping the lull of the noise down below, "Where to, next? Anything else you want to do or see?"
Posted by aurethius on Mar 12, 2011 15:37:19 GMT -6
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"Into the darkness... for me." the creature replied, dropping clumsily onto the sidewalk.
He watched as the people scattered, wondering which sight bothered them more; the gargoyle girl, or the fungal fellow. Likely both. So far, he hadn't made his mark on the streets of New York. As far as they knew, he was just another mutant. No one had made the connection between him and the few, sparsely reported disappearances and kidnappings over the last seven years. In the back of his mind, he knew that this would change soon.
"Up here... not for me. Impossible." He reaches up and tugs his hat back down over his face, scanning for the manhole he had come out of before his ascent. What he says next was a prepared statement, something he had thought of from the moment they had begun speaking to one another.
"Will not... hold you responsible... if you must tell others... about me. Do what.. you think... is right.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 13, 2011 21:08:02 GMT -6
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Gina followed Trenchfoot to the manhole, pausing alongside it as he lowered himself in. No, the underground was way out of her element. Enclosed spaces were tough enough, but she absolutely loathed going underground.
"I wouldn't say impossible," Gina said with a wink, stuffing her clawed hands into her pockets, "Difficult, maybe, but not impossible." But she didn't plead him to desist. His life was his own.
"I won't tell anyone of you, unless need be," Gina offered, unpocketting one hand to cross her heart, "It was lovely to have met you, Mr. Trenchfoot. Take care of yourself, alright?"
It was getting late, so Gina was glad that the fungal guy was withdrawing for the evening, as she would have been too polite to dismiss herself for no particular reason. She turned tail, excusing herself as Trenchfoot withdrew back into the sewers. She followed the sidewalk until she came to an unoccupied basketball court. She used it as a launch pad, taking off and heading back for Xavier's.
[OOC: Unless there's something you'd like to add, I believe that we could call this thread concluded.]