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 Mar 4, 2012 12:18:45 GMT -6
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>> "Did you know that you blush... purple? That's..."
This observation, of course, only made Gina blush a little more. Her hands went over her cheeks self-consciously. What? Was it weird?
>> "You know, I can't say I've ever met a demon that blushed purple."
While Gina had reservations about being called a demon—for such terminology had more negative connotations than one could fathom-- but Calley hadn’t seemed to mean any offense by it.
“I think it’s the skintone,” Gina replied, “Because my blood’s normal, so I think I’d blush pink… if my skin wasn’t grey.”
Trying to explain why someone blushed a certain color was more embarrassing than one would think.
>> "I should buy you another coat. It would be a shame not to put you in purple again, now that I know how well it suits you."
“You don’t have to,” Gina said quickly, “I don’t—I mean, I didn’t even notice the coat was gone. You don't have to replace it.”
Gina watched as Calley practically emptied the entirety of the bleach bottles’ contents into the sink at which he was working to fix the coat. He was too busy talking… too busy making Gina blush. Or maybe he just didn’t know how much bleach was really required to remove stains… Gina didn’t either, but emptying an entire bottle into a sink seemed like a bit much.
Posted by Cheshire on Mar 20, 2012 18:41:37 GMT -6
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He'd emptied in the entire bottle, but it really didn't seem to be doing much. The blood stain was still awfully dark; if anything, it was getting darker. Or... was the rest of the coat getting lighter?
The cat boy's latest glance into the sink left his ears cringing back.
"It's, ah... it's a good thing you feel that way," he said discretely. "Because I think I just turned it white."
It had come to pass: not even Calley could deny it any longer—it was time to pull the plug on this endeavor. With a last little sigh of goodbye, he yanked on the drain stop and sent three parts bleach, one part water swirling down the plumbing. The coat deflated into a sad sodden pancake in the sink's bottom as its last hopes drained away.
"Requiescat in pace," the shifter solemnly intoned, presiding over the watery funeral. "Any words for the dearly departed, Gina?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Apr 1, 2012 0:15:01 GMT -6
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Calleys’ ears flattened against his skull and a look of dread washed over his face. Gina arched her eyebrows inquiringly and drew closer, eyebrows arched.
>> "It's, ah... it's a good thing you feel that way. Because I think I just turned it white."
Gina edged in even closer, surveying said coat. The color had been leached out of it by—what was this? Gina took a whiff of the sink from her vantage point, and was hit by the acrid scent of bleach… lots and lots of bleach. Her nose wrinkled.
“I’ll say,” she agreed, chuckling as she held an arm up to her nose. God, that was strong. Calley had absolutely doused to coat with bleach.
Calley pulled the plug at the sink’s base, mostly bleach (with some water) swirling off to freedom, leaving a very pitiful looking coat lumped at the sink’s bottom. The once-lavender coat was now a miserable white. Gina gave a moment of reverent silence, but then gave a half-sneeze, half-laugh that broke the effect. It must have been the tang of bleach that still lingered in the air that was tickling at her nose.
>> "Requiescat in pace. Any words for the dearly departed, Gina?"
“You were a good coat,” Gina said, attempting to maintain a serious expression (and failing quite horribly), “I didn’t wear you much, but I’m glad you got some action, before meeting your untimely end.”
She smirked and looked towards Calley. How much bleach had he put in there, anyways?
“Don’t wipe your hands on your clothes,” Gina cautioned, “You’ll get bleached-out handprints on them.”
So sad that laughter was the only thing that could raise her from her well of depression; that was clearly the state the dappled gargoyle was in.
Gargoyle. Huh. She was a gargoyle, wasn't she? There was a difference between thinking it and thinking it; alternately, a difference between thinking it while trying desperately to save her coat and thinking it while no longer distracted.
"Wait, so people have called you a demon? Really?" The blue-eyed shifter blinked. "Gargoyles are supposed to be guardians for good, aren't they? That's why people put them on buildings, and above doorways—they keep all the big bad demons out. They're protectors." People had been calling a gargoyle a demon? Some folks seriously needed to get their cultural references in order. "Though I guess the anti-mutant folks aren't the brightest to begin with. Usually best to just ignore them," he commented, while moving to wipe his hands on—
>> “Don’t wipe your hands on your clothes. You’ll get bleached-out handprints on them.”
--Cafas' jeans. The cat ears went perfectly still. With great discretion, the Italian lifted his hands away from the fabric, and delicately turned the faucet back on. Hand washing. He did it even less frequently than human-style bathing, but it could occasionally be useful.
Ahem.
"What you should do," he commented, using an honest-to-goodness towel to dry off his hands, "is go to an anime convention. You will be fawned over like you wouldn't believe."
He hadn't actually been to one himself, but he'd run across some cosplayers making a food run to the mall once. Somewhere on the internet, there were pictures of him and his fine cat ears standing next to a white-haired guy with a long sword.
...Which sounded a lot like his day job, come to think of it.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Apr 2, 2012 11:11:01 GMT -6
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>> "Wait, so people have called you a demon? Really? Gargoyles are supposed to be guardians for good, aren't they? That's why people put them on buildings, and above doorways—they keep all the big bad demons out. They're protectors. Though I guess the anti-mutant folks aren't the brightest to begin with. Usually best to just ignore them."
Gina smiled and nodded.
“It’s probably the horns, and the wings,” Gina mumbled. It was a mistake that was easily made. She listened as Calley spoke of the distinction that was made between gargoyles and demons… how gargoyles were protectors against the malevolent demons, and such. All of this was true, but very few people knew that. And Gina was too ambivalent to correct them, “But yeah, people make that mistake all the time. I usually just roll with it, ignore them.”
It wasn’t worth getting worked up over. Besides, if you got too annoyed, they’d simply attribute it to your being a “demon”.
>> "What you should do, is go to an anime convention. You will be fawned over like you wouldn't believe."
“An anime convention?” Gina echoed, as if Calley had just suggested some ancient, long-forgotten ritual of yore. Gina didn’t know of or follow anime, and she didn’t read the manga that accompanied them either. But whatever this “anime convention” was that Calley spoke of, it had to be a place that was backwards in its though. Nobody fawned over her. And if anyone did, they were usually really odd individuals. What on Earth was an anime convention?
"An anime convention," Calley intoned, as the wise oracle bringing strange tidings from afar. "It is a place where normal humans go, clothed in wings and horns and cat ears," and armor and gas masks and fur suits, "fashioned by their own hands: a place where anyone who has the real thing is regarded with squealing, glomping, photo-op envy. In short, a gathering of humans who want nothing more than to be us." And so far as he could tell from his own meeting with their ilk, the more visible the mutation, the better.
A bit of floating lint settled on the tip of his ear; said ear flick-flick-flicked convulsively until he reach up and batted it off. "I haven't actually been inside one myself: just sort of casually observed. From what I saw... the Mansion should have field trips to them." Anthropology field trips, to observe this strange and mysterious subset of humanity in its natural habitat.
Behind them, a washer rattle-rattle-buzzed. The cat ears flicked towards it.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Apr 6, 2012 0:49:22 GMT -6
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Gina listened with intrigue as Calley spoke about conventions, smiling impishly, but her arms laced skeptically across her chest. It sounded like a fun place to go, but also an intimidating one. Yet... somehow such a concept seemed unreal. People dressed up like them? And not for Halloween? They wanted to be them? Whoa. That was.... kind-of cool.
"An anime convention," Gina echoed, in a tone that meant she was making note of the term for future reference. Her tail flicked and curled. It sounded like a place to go, at least once, "Hm."
>> "I haven't actually been inside one myself: just sort of casually observed. From what I saw... the Mansion should have field trips to them."
"Sounds like fun," Gina agreed. Though Gina wasn't too fond of the wayward camera. Photos with friends were alright and enjoyable. Photos from stranger, Gina had developed a distaste for at a young age. It bore the bitter taste of being regarded as a "freakshow", but perhaps that was the cost of being admired by people who wanted to be like you?
>> "Was that yours?"
"Mhmm," Gina seemed to recall. Her laundry was the original reason she'd come down there, wasn't it? With a grin her tone, she confessed, "I get so wrapped-up in chatting."
She often forgot where she was going, or why she was in a certain location, when she got sidetracked by conversation. One of the gargoyles' airheaded habits. She skipped over to the washer and cracked it open, to cease the infernal buzzing, before flitting over to an unoccupied dryer, and popping open the lid. Good, there weren't any clothes in there. Gina retrieved her clothes from the washer and deposited them into the dryer, before snapping the lid shut, dialing in the proper settings, and departing on the second leg of the laundry-doing journey.
"I don't suppose you're waiting for a load?" Gina said warmly. She was enjoying Calley's company, but now that he'd leeched the color out of the top he'd been trying to save, he hadn't much a reason to stick around. Except to talk, really.
Posted by Cheshire on Apr 13, 2012 19:10:22 GMT -6
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"I'm not not waiting," the shifter said with an easy grin, lightly hopping up onto the nearest available machine. The nearest available machine that wasn't shaking epileptically as it processed a load, that is: they looked a lot more fun to ride than they really were. Not that he was speaking from experience. Not not that he wasn't.
"So," he said conversationally. "Favorite professor? My vote's with that language teacher—the one who makes out with people to pick up a new languages. Did you hear he went away for winter break, and came back speaking Zulu?" It was clear from Calley's tone that, as a red-blooded male, he thought everyone should go away on winter break and come back speaking Zulu. The male students of the Mansion couldn't help but follow the Mansions' expanding language course offerings with a certain grudging admiration.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Apr 15, 2012 11:59:47 GMT -6
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Gina smiled lightly at Calley’s smile, and the tone shifted to a professor at the school. The language teacher. Ho-boy, the language teacher. Gina knew of him. Of course, which girl didn’t? Of course, he was married to the computer teacher, but the man was a total knockout. Girls shamelessly gushed over him, contrary to the fact that he had a wife. (Though it was often said that it was such a pity that he did have a wife.) Gina pondered her answer, beyond the obvious admiration of and for the language teacher.
“Zulu?” Gina echoed, “That’s so obscure.” Where did they even speak Zulu? It finally dawned on her, and she snapped her fingers.
“Have you met Granny?” Gina inquired, a grin touching her face, “She teaches mutation control, totally fits her name.” Granny. Now didn’t that paint a picture of sassy grandmotherly-ness? Fit the old woman to a T. Gina shrugged a shoulder and said, “If not the language teacher, then her. I don’t have her for any classes, but she’s totally zany.”
She stroked her chin contemplatively, as if debating on whether or not she should say the next part.
“She actually taught me how to dance, first time we met,” Gina murmured, “And not, like, old people dancing, but the current stuff, you know—“ Gina need not demonstrate, but a humored look in her gaze echoed tales of dance lessons long-since passed. Nobody would believe her.
“She’s a total kick,” Gina concluded with admiration.
Posted by Cheshire on Apr 15, 2012 18:21:51 GMT -6
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"Granny, huh?" The shifter said, his dangling feet lightly swinging in front of his chosen machine. "Let's see. Gray hair, walks with a cane, affixed a disreputable calendar to Cold Steel's door by means most permanent? That Granny?"
That Granny, who, apparently... could dance. Not, like, old people dancing. The current stuff.
Images of the cane-welding woman getting jiggy with it sent a brief shudder through the young Italian's shoulders.
"Haven't actually met her face-to-face, personally. I just... know her by reputation." A reputation which made him more and more inclined to continue giving her a venerable breath, the more and more he heard of her. "I usually avoid the power control sorts of classes, personally. I've always been more of a figure-things-out-as-I-go sort. By the time I met anyone with a power even remotely similar to mine, I'd already gotten the basics pretty under control." And really, what could a telekinetic septuagenarian teach him about shifting? "How about you? Self-teacher, or good little student?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Apr 21, 2012 11:55:38 GMT -6
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>> "Granny, huh? Let's see. Gray hair, walks with a cane, affixed a disreputable calendar to Cold Steel's door by means most permanent? That Granny?"
“That sounds like her,” Gina agreed with a laugh. She’d heard of the calendar incident, but had yet to see for herself if the calendar was truly there. While Calley cringed and shuddered at the mental image, Gina only chuckled at the recollection. The dancing display had been totally absurd. Horrifying? Yes, that too. But it was so absolutely obscene for an old woman to move like that, that it was actually, indescribably funny. At least, Gina had thought it was. And useful, too. Gina could dance just like the next girl, now, if she’d really wanted to.
>> "Haven't actually met her face-to-face, personally. I just... know her by reputation. I usually avoid the power control sorts of classes, personally. I've always been more of a figure-things-out-as-I-go sort. By the time I met anyone with a power even remotely similar to mine, I'd already gotten the basics pretty under control. How about you? Self-teacher, or good little student?"
“Well, there isn’t much to learn,” Gina sighed, “My mutation is more of a second-nature to me as opposed to something that I’d be able to learn. So… I guess, self-teacher.”
Gina paused, “Unless you meant, the dancing. In which case, I got schooled.”