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.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 20, 2011 11:36:55 GMT -6
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>> “Sweetheart… has a ring to it.”
He was, of course, being sarcastic. But so was Gina. So, she didn’t hold it against him. She just ate her applesauce and kept her mouth shut.
>> “Don’t come crawling to me about your daddy issues.”
“I don’t have any,” Gina countered, through a sarcastic chuckle. This was true. You couldn’t have problems with someone you’d never met… well, unless you counted the regretnever getting the chance to know them as bitternes. That was besides the point, “Besides, you’re the last person I want to have a heart-to-heart with.”
>> "Who creeps you out the most here? You can't tell me you don't get chills down your back time to time. There has to be one mutant here that makes your skin crawl and your tail goes limp."
Skin crawl. There was only one mutant that came to mind when Gina thought of a fear so real. How could she not think of him? She’d had a freaking nightmare about him only minutes prior. She went temporarily silent, tapping her spoon against the bowl. She had become momentarily pensive as the mental image of the lion-headed man flickered in mind's eye. He made her skin crawl, and sent bolts of fear down her spine, and he was the only mutant that could claim such a thing.
“I’m not afraid of anyone here,” Gina mumbled. Except Kealey, but that was more respect than much else, not terror, “Not here. Scariest mutant I ever met, I met on the streets. But, nobody here scares me.”
Gina left it at that. This was coming from a girl that looked like a stone-crafted demon. If he wanted to know more, she was certain that, in his rude, know-it-all fashion, he’d ask. Plus, storytime with nightmares so raw… yeah, Gina didn’t know how well that would turn out. She’d rather not talk about it when she was trying to forget about it.
>> "So that lady, the one that makes mutants not like mutants. You stand near her and look like a person or something?"
It took Gina a moment to grasp what he meant. He spoke like an eleven-year-old, or worse than that—which went to say that half of the time, when he wasn’t sounding like a jerk, he sounded unintelligible. After turning what he meant through her head, Gina finally grasped what the jerk meant. He was talking about the guidance counselor.
“I’m always a person,” Gina corrected the boy waspishly. She wasn’t human, but she was a person. He had to get his facts straight. She then frankly replied, “Naw, Miss Taylor’s aura, or whatever it is, doesn’t do anything to me. Guess something’s lost in translation when your mutation is the body you’re in.”
It might have made it so Gina couldn't fly, or maybe it made her skin less tough, but Gina had never put these theories into practice. So now, it was only theory. And, if she went by the way she looked when Miss Taylor came towards her, nothing changed about her appearance.
No heart to hearts with her, that was a relief. Not that he didn't care, but honestly he didn't care. Girls had a way to whine and talk to much so quickly establishing he wasn't one of those loafing guys who would take that crap was fine by him. Getting under her skin was enough for him. There wasn't much he had to worry about her, if she was going to strike him in any manor or use any skill she might have, it would have been done already. What could she do, basically nothing. The worse thing he had to worry about was a dive bomb flight on her end and getting smacked by the tail. Tails did seem to have a longer distance they cold travel compared to the other limbs she had.
No one in the school scared her, then there was little he had to worry about. The worst of the lot must have been filtered out somehow. There could have been a small ring of truth behind the words of warning he got upon his entrance of the place. "They let you out on the streets looking like...that?" He certainly wouldn't get caught dead leaving his house at all if he looked like he belonged as a decoration on the side of a massive cathedral. She had galls, or was plain stupid.
"Hmm." So this monkey girl wasn't affected by the Taylor lady at all, or at least not to what he was being told. Maybe it was just him or something. Did he miss an important detail, like her having a glow on her body? No, she looked normal like him, just he couldn't shift with her in the car with him. There was something that wasn't settling right with him still about the woman, she just didn't make sense to him yet.
"If you could have your tail removed and be normal...you do it?" With a mutation like his, he didn't have to care much at all about things. Though what was it like to look like a freak and to be a freak more then himself? Either way her answer didn't have much weight about it, though it was something to do to pass the time. Looking to the milk puddling on the coffee table, his fingers started to draw ripples in the white liquid.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 20, 2011 14:15:49 GMT -6
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>> "They let you out on the streets looking like...that?"
Gina scowled. Again, with the stabs at her appearance. She rolled her eyes, and popped the knuckles in her right hand. People like him ticked her off. What was worse, he was a mutant, with a superiority complex because she wore her mutation about every minute of every day.
"Yeah," she grumbled stiffly, "This isn't a prison, they can't control where I go or what I do."
>> "If you could have your tail removed and be normal...you do it?"
Gina rolled her lips before puckering them contemplatively. Would she? Looking human would make things so much easier. Nobody would mistake her as a demon anymore. Nobody would so much as blink an eye at her. But the adversity was what had made Gina who she was. She was the gargoyle-girl, she was unique. Not another one of those peach-skinned flightless wonders.
"Nope," Gina answered genuinely, "Wouldn't change anything, even if someone paid me."
She finished her applesauce, and took the fixings for her snack, along with thr dirty dishes, back into the kitchenette. She tipped the dishes into tge sink, and replaced the food in the fridge and the cabinet.
Monkey tail was a brown nose kind of kid. Cleaning up after herself, putting things back. What did she want to do when she grew up, turn into the next Ms Taylor or something. News flash, with her little bat wings, she wouldn't get anywhere in life. She would be stuck in the Mansion forever even if she was allowed to go out if she pleased. Society wouldn't accept her fully for what she was, and that was something he would be willing to put a bet on. Still, she was a girl and stupid for believing in false sense of security that she might be living in.
Tossing a throw pillow on top of the milk, Hokee got up from the couch and wandered after the girl. Waiting for her back to be towards him, he gave another go at her tail. She didn't have a name and the only way he knew how to get her attention was by pulling her peach fuzz tail. It was something to do. "Hey." Though catching a tail wasn't as easy as one might think. The way it flickered and twisted about made it hard at times to guess which direction it would go to. "Isn't the witch of the West looking for you?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 20, 2011 20:05:03 GMT -6
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Gina was cleaning up after herself, and the kid with the knappy dreadlocks had the gall to follow her into the kitchen, and yank her tail again. That was it.
Gina was sick of his crap.
>> "Isn't the witch of the West looking for you?"
Gina balled her foot up as if curling it over the edge of the building, turning to face the offending punk. She had reached her boiling point.
"I'm not a f***ing flying monkey," she snapped. And, as if to drive the point home, she brought her leg back before snapping it foreward, dealing a powerful blow to where the sun didn't shine. The boy crumpled, and the air went out of his lungs.
Not exactly the most mature or diplomatic course of action, but it was indescribably satisfying. Gina had no problem with taking cheap shots... She was short, so she kind of had to, from time-to-time.
"I'm a gargoyle," she informed him, stalking out of the kitchenette while the boy was still bent over on the floor, "Got it memorized?"
Gina didn't wait for an answer. No amount of money would keep her in that living room. She was going back to bed. She fished her key from her pocket, pausing once to make sure that the guy hadn't gotten up to follow her. Seeing the empty hall, Gina unlocked her bedroom door, and shut it securely.
And, that was that.
((Permission to kick Hokee in the pants, given by Hokee.))
One moment he was pulling a tail and the next he found himself doubled over taking a hold of what little manhood he had left. A kick to that area was enough to bring anyone do their knees, but the element of surprised sent him lower as he wished he had more on like a nice cup. Not saying a word, he saw the tail flicker about past him as her words fell on deaf ears. He certainly wasn't happy with the ending of the conversation and he definitely didn't like this form of endearment.
The chances of climbing up the stairs and sleeping in the room given to him seemed impossible and pointless. He needed someplace quicker to get to and farther away from the crazy monkey girl. Half crawling and half cupping himself, the travel was harsh and prolonged. Wandering about the mansion in just shorts wasn't exactly warm and then getting kicked where it counted, it just stung more.
With his hand on the doorknob to the garage entrance, he knew exactly where he was planning to go next. Cold or not out there, it was a hell of a lot safer then going up on that floor with the rabid monkey. Shutting the door behind him, he already felt more at ease as the room was flooded with shadows. This was the perfect place to hide for the night. Riffling through some of the odds and ends in the garage, he managed to find a broken hockey stick. It would have to do. Opening the back seat door to Ms Taylor's car, he climbed in and shut himself in. Rolling down the window a sliver, he soon was locking all the doors. Laying across the bench seat in the back, he cupped one hand between his legs and used his other arm as a pillow. He'd get her back, just not tonight.