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?
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From her vantage point, Gina could see as the boys entered the store, coming to halt before the mouths of the aisles. The sales associate yelled after them, not realizing the full extent as per what was occuring in his store. He thought that these boys were just fooling around and flitring with the girls by chasing them, didn't realize the bloodlust in their gazes. The boys veered off in opposite directions, and Gina saw as her man-- let's call him the dumb jock-- came bee-lining towards the far aisle, in which Gina had been standing only seconds prior. Gina hunkered down low, careful not to stir up any dust, as she crept along, following him carefully from above.
The boy had jogged to the aisle, but once walking down it, he slowed, eyes peering behind the displays for any sign of the gargoyle. Gina watched, amused that he hadn't looked skyward. He seemed not to be getting the results that he wanted fast enough, however, for only heartbeats later, he began trying to egg the girl out.
"Get out here, you coward," the kid shouted, his voice raw with anger, "You stupid little *****, thought you could **** with us and get away with it. Get out here! Now!" Gina smiled mischeviously, shaking her curly-haired head. Fat chance.
"You're gonna pay, freak," the jock growled cruelly, "You, and you and that nasty-*** girlfriend of yours." That did it. Gina could handle the taunting, could take insult, after insult, after hollow insult, brushing it off as nothing more than words coming from an uneducated audience-- but, if there was one thing she couldn't stand to be called (besides "baby"), it was "freak". It took her back to her elementary school days, when her crueller classmates would pull her hair and taunt her, and call her a "freak" and a "monster", among other unfavorable things. And, though Gina would have liked to think that, through the tests of time, these pains had vanished, such acts of blind hatred still struck a raw chord with her.
The buzzing of Agnes's swarm was no more than a faint hum from Gina's location, but even she heard it. Gina heard a surprised yelp, and then heard the reply of, "Braaaaaasains! BRAAAINS!!" This was followed by another surprised yelp, but Gina didn't have time to enjoy the mental image. For, as soon as the sound reached her ears, it reached the ears of her dumb jock. They both lunged into motion.
There was a break, halfway down the long aisles, that enable people to hop from one aisle to the next. It was the alley that the jock was heading for now, and so it was where Gina intended on cutting him off. Not that she didn't think that Agnes couldn't handle herself, it was just that two guys were more difficult to handle than two, and Gina would not tolerate anyone manhandling her sister. Gina staggered into a run, gaining some distance on the boy... two feet, then six, then twelve, before reaching the edge of the shelf. Without so much as a second thought, she jumped, practically free-falling to the floor. She could only open her wings minimally, so she had to crouch down to absorb the impact of the fall. The boy landed, she rose, and the two were face-to-face.
"Don't you d-" Gina began. The boy swung with a closed fist, aiming to punch her much in the same fashion that Agnes had punched his cohort. Gina was quicker, though, and leaned out of reach, before replying with a rough, two-handed shove to the chest. It wasn't as rough-and-tumble as a punch, but it did the job. The kid reeled backwards, lost his footing, and stumbled. He fell, only his tailbone and the display behind him catching his fall with a loud *CRASH*. Nothing breakable, but small trinkets supported on hooks tumbled, and it made a considerable mess.
"Don't you dare talk about me, or my friend, like that," she hissed, drawing closer to him, "We aren't freaks, you pig. We're mutants. You don't talk to anyone, even us, like th--" She was cut off when the boy kicked her legs out from under her, and she fell, hard, managing to catch the brunt of her fall on her elbows, lower arms, and shopping bag by twisting at the last moment. What was this kid's problem?! Was he seriously attacking a girl? Gina grit her teeth, attempting to scramble out of the way so that he didn't literally kick her while she was down. No, this wasn't just a fight between a boy and a girl-- this was a face-off between human and mutant, a power-struggle caused by a severely wounded pride. And Gina was stuck in the middle.
“Get away from me!!” Blondie screamed as he backed away, terrified of the visage before him.
Agnes was shuffling towards him, the mask pulled on tight, her fake limbs hanging loose from her sweater and the false blood dripping down her chin. She played the part of a zombie well and, even though it was summer and it was obvious that she was wearing a mask, the added effect of her mutation seemed to fill in the gaps of the Blondie’s fear. As the runaway advanced, the jock stumbled backward, his eyes wide with fright and disbelief. It was only Agnes pretended the lunge forward that the teen screamed, like a girl, and flew down the aisle.
The runaway grinned as she tried to stifle her laughing and watched the blonde ran, tripped and stumbled several times before he outright bolted towards the entrance. She quickly pulled off the mask and tossed it into the pile of other masks, shook off the fake limbs and wiped the blood from her lips. As she did her, her swarm circled her protectively before they all returned towards her mouth. Flies and wasps bumped gently against one another as her roaches return to their nestled home once again…
…he should have stayed for this show. That would have probably made the man run even faster.
With a smirk, the runaway jogged after him and followed down the aisles. She hoped that Gina was okay. She had yet to see the dark-skinned jock friend, but if Blondie was in here, then his dark-skinned cohort should be as well.
Slipping around a corner, Agnes suddenly heard the sound of a crash and immediately sped up, letting her long legs carry her down the aisles in search of the source of the noise. As she came closer, you gargoyle sister’s voice suddenly pierced through…
>> "Don't you dare talk about me, or my friend, like that…We aren't freaks, you pig. We're mutants. You don't talk to anyone, even us, like th--"[/color]
That-a-girl, Agnes grinned as she slipped down another aisle and arrived just in time to see the suddenly have her legs kicked out from under her.
“You’ve got some nerve!!” Agnes suddenly fumed and stormed forward.
Her appearance obviously caused the squaring off duo to stop in their tracks. Even though Agnes could see the pair of them just glaring daggers at one another, Agnes knew she had to intervene. Gina had more than proven herself capable of defending herself, but today wasn’t the day to beat the moron to a bloody pulp. Especially after she scared off the other one.
Interjecting herself between them, Agnes angrily growled at the other dimwitted fool. “You get the HELL out of here. You’re friend already ran off and you don’t want to deal with two of us really pissed off mutants! Now go!!!” She turned her back briefly on him to check Gina…but that was all the thug needed. Pissed that he was embarrassed so thorough, the high schooler snarled like a beast as made to strike Agnes from behind. ..
…Too silent, Agnes did not hear him at all. The only person left who could have seen it, though…was Gina if she looked over her concerns sister’s shoulder.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jul 14, 2011 10:19:25 GMT -6
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“I’m gonna mess you up,” the kid hissed under his breath, struggling to his feet, “I’m gonna mess you up good, and you’re going to regret that, you ******* monster-“
>>" You’ve got some nerve!”
The kid broke off, as did Gina, relief apparent in her face. Her eyes softened, and she grinned. Maybe Agnes would deck this guy, too? It was just like the olden days- her brother would rush in, beat the snot out of the offending bully, and thereby save his little sister. They exchanged glares, each gaze simmering with words unspoken. {i]***hole[/i], Gina wanted to hiss. Gina got up slowly, stiffly, brushing off her hands and legs, and readjusting herself. Everything was in working order, nothing was broken.
>>"You get the HELL out of here. Your friend already ran off, and you don’t want to deal with two of us really pissed-off mutants. Now go!”
“Yeah,” Gina chimed in weakly, cracking a toothy grin. Had this been the movies, the kid would’ve taken off right then and there, scared for his life and aware of the fact that he was outnumbered. As Agnes turned around to check on Gina, the boy would have utilized his time wisely, and took off like the coward that he was.
This was not the movies.
Gina drew closer to her sister, thoroughly in need of a hug, but that would have to wait. For, as Agnes turned her back on that chump, he took the opportunity to lunge at her, with a snarl, obviously intent on hurting her.
“Agnes!” Gina shouted shrilly, grabbing her friend by the arm . She yanked Agnes closer, yet stepped aside before the two should have met, pulling her friend past her. She then turned to the offending bully, sinking lower so as to lower her center of gravity, and widening her wings as far as they would go, physically shielding her friend.
“I don’t think so,” Gina growled. She looked downright scary, and pissed as Hell. She could not believe that the boy had tried such a cheap shot on her best friend. The boy lunged at her, a flurry of swinging fists. One blow landed on Gina’s cheek, just below her eye, as she hadn’t enough skill to really block it, and not enough room to dodge. Another, to her jaw. Those are going to bruise. The kid, thinking he was the victor and gaining more confidence, tried to deal her a sloppy blow. Gina was finally able to dodge, letting the kid use his own weight against him. And, when he looked up--
WHOP! Gina socked him, right in the eye. This was no sissy, fighting-with-your-brother’s hit either. Her slug hit home, hit it true, and it hit hard-- all of her anger and disappointment, right there. The kid went off-kilter, and fell once again, dazed but not unconscious. This time, he had enough know-for-where to stay down.
“I hope it bruises,” Gina said immaturely, glancing over towards Agnes. She wandered lamely towards her sister’s side, retrieving her bag along the way. (She had dropped it in the fray.) She looped her arm through Agnes’s, unusually, speculatively silent. All she said was, “Let’s get out of her before he tries some other stupid move.”
The two of them moved towards the exit, Gina still entertaining her thoughts-- she supposed that this meant shoe-shopping was out the window for the day, unless Agnes seriously considering going out after all this mess. As they drew nearer to the storefront, they could see the lone sales associate phoning some higher-powers about the pandemonium that had just unfolded, voice shrill with alarm. He broke off, for a moment, when he saw the girls.
Gina smiled sadly, sorely tempted to lie about what’d just happened, to say something like “that’s my ex, he’s a total butt, totally abusive,” but she couldn’t. The kids’ words were still whirling in her head, taunting her-- Freak. Monster. Her grasp on Agnes’s arm tightened marginally, protectively. They were just words, but Gina was still bothered by them. She had lost the urge to lie.
“Sorry about the display,” she said genuinely, obviously shaken, “Those guys were anti-mutant jerks, tried beating up on my friend and I-” Gina clenched her jaw, felt the stiffness in her face. Okay, well, actually beat up on her, but that was besides the point, “-Call the mall security on him after we leave, wouldn’t want him following us out.”
Her name was shouted at and then she suddenly felt herself go weightless. Pulled away, out of the line of attack, Agnes stumbled briefly but spun around just in time to watch her friend in the midst of battle. The young gargoyle looked like a force to be reckoned with as she splayed out her wings and hissed at the attacking teenager. Never had the runaway seen her young sister in a fight and never had she seen her so fierce before. It was truly an awe inspiring sight…at least until she saw the first punch, followed by the second that struck Gina’s cheek so hard.
He punched a girl! Agnes was in shock as she watched this. She simply couldn’t believe that this mess was carrying on this far! What was that high school dropout thinking?
Agnes was ready to pounce. She was going to rip the man’s head off! Even as she began to advance, the buzzing starting up in her chest, even as her eyes narrowed and focused squarely on the attacking teen…something stopped her. It was not reason, logic or a sense of being the bigger man. It was simply the fact that someone beat her to it.
WHOP!
Gina drove her fist into the boy’s eye, just as Agnes had done to his friend earlier. But there was so much more behind this one. Gina had been truly upset and angered by him that she held nothing back. Her small, balled up fist struck solid and hard…and the teen crumpled to the ground, dazed.
Agnes stood there, shocked, mouth open, as she looked between her smaller sister and the now dazed boy. Never had she thought that Gina could have that in her. But she should have learned a long time ago to never judge a book by its cover. Many would have made the same assumption about Agnes and many have learned to take that back. She would have to learn to expect the same thing from her young, adopted sister.
>> “I hope it bruises…Let’s get out of her before he tries some other stupid move.”
Agnes nodded as she felt Gina’s arm loop around hers and began to lead her out of the store. Having retrieved her own bag as well, Agnes sighed as she glanced at Gina out of the corner of her eye again. With concern on her face, she gently patted her hand.
“Are you okay? Did he hurt you much?”
As they made their way towards the entrance, the counter person seemed to be busy on the phone, shouting for mall security to get down here. Agnes averted her eyes, trying to appear as calm as possible. The last thing she needed was a police record after everything that she has gone through. So instead of arguing the point, she remained calm.
>> “Sorry about the display…Those guys were anti-mutant jerks, tried beating up on my friend and I-Call the mall security on him after we leave, wouldn’t want him following us out.”[/i]
“Please?” Agnes broke in, decided it was pretty to say something than nothing at all. “We don’t appreciate being accosted for no reason other than being different.”
With that she walked with Gina out of the stores main entrance and looked left and right. Still no sign of the mall security guards but they were bound to show up soon. Maybe it was better it they two left at this moment. Agnes did not want to ruin their day of shopping but if they stuck around the mall for too long, guards were sure to escort them out before long anyways. Maybe there was a small shopping center or something near the mansion?
Agnes smiled over at Gina and hip bumped her briefly, a small apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry, about all this. But hey, let’s go to lunch! There is a Nini’s Café in a shopping center not too far from the mansion. There a shoe store?” she added with a waggle of her brows.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jul 14, 2011 19:56:53 GMT -6
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It had been her protective instincts, the rarely-seen side of Gina that reminded her that maybe she wasn't as human as she liked to think. It was obvious by Agnes's expression that she was in disbelief, and truth be told, Gina was kind of shocked, too. Not only did her sister not know that Gina had it in her, but Gina didn't know that she had it within herself to hit someone like that. Even now, the realization was dawning on her, starting as a sick feeling at the base of her stomach. He'd deserved it, Gina told herself, he hit her first.
>>"Are you okay? Did he hurt you much?"
"That butt-munch called me a monster," Gina grumbled, "He called us freaks." She shivered a little, suddenly chilled by the notion. She realized that she hadn't answered the question, corrected her answer, "Yeah, I'm fine. A little shaken. But all right." She also felt like someone was trying to test the feeling in her cheek and jaw with a hammer, but Gina didn't mention that. Agnes had seen her get punched, anyways.
As Gina dealt the sales associate the apology, he broke off, covering the reciever with his hand and nodding dumbly, wordlessly, to show that he comprehended. His brows were stitched, but he also seemed a bit confused. Agnes added on her bit, and he still just nodded.
>> "Please? We don’t appreciate being accosted for no reason other than being different.”
[color=FF4d4d"The guy's over by the--"[/color] Gina broke off, trying to recall what had been around them when they were facing-off, "Party favors. Thanks." And they left, just like that. The cashier watched them go, before slowly raising the phone to his ear once again, and continuing to speak into the phone hurriedly. Gina also skimmed the crowds for mall-cops, saw none, and remained latched to her sister's arm. She didn't care to stick around the mall anymore, but would hate to leave so soon after suffering through that dang bus ride. Agnes hip-bumped her, and Gina looked up, smiling toothlessly.
>>“I’m sorry, about all this. But hey, let’s go to lunch! There is a Nini’s Café in a shopping center not too far from the mansion. There a shoe store?”
"You didn't do anything," Gina countered, "'cept deck a guy that deserved it. They did the rest--" She was about to decline lunch, as they'd just eaten CinnaBon's, but her stomach rumbled in contradiction. Apparently, physical altercations made her hungry. Gina rubbed her stomach and agreed, "Sure, let's grab lunch." Gina shrugged in refference to the shoes, her smile cracking into a grin. She didn't wear shoes, so thereby didn't really remember shoe stores all too well, "And I'm sure there's a shoe store, too." After all, they were in New York.