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 Jun 16, 2012 9:24:15 GMT -6
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Contrary to how well Gina could navigate the skies of New York City, the ground-level was an entirely different matter. The streets of the city were gnarled, as if someone had taken a well-wound wire and knotted it with their hands, making it into a large, snarled ball of alleyways and avenues. Gina was really lost, and she had a feeling that she wouldn’t be getting a good set of directions anytime soon. Along these streets strolled the tourists that looked like they were such—the “I ♥ NY” t-shirts and the big, fancy cameras. Or, occasionally, they would wear matching Hawaiian t-shirts, talking in accents that most certainly didn’t originate from New York.
“Give it up, Gina,” she murmured to herself, “None of them are going to help you.”
Night had fallen, and Gina was flying in an unfamiliar area. She had promised Agnes she would be home by nightfall, and now she hadn’t been true to her words. Her cell phone had hummed nearly three time in the past twenty-five minutes, and each time, it was Agnes, asking if Gina was okay and inquiring as to when she would be home.
“When I figure out how to get home, sis,” Gina answered, “It’s okay, I’m not in any danger.”
They said goodbye once again, and Gina closed her cell phone, sliding it into her pocket. She rolled her lips—typically she was too stubborn to ask for help, but if she could find a local, perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Someone safe-looking, not a tourist.
Gina’s brown eyes flicked about, skimming the crowd for an individual who didn’t look like a tourist. She spied a dark-haired girl across the street, maybe out her age, and smiled. She’d work.
Sarah let out a sigh as she walked back from work. The dinner rush had taken a toll out of all of the employees. Many of the others had gone out to some bar. The dark skinned woman had been invited, but all she wanted to do was sleep.
"Gah! I hate tourist sometimes," the tired and cranky waitress mumbled. "At least I know shortcuts."
Sarah sighed before looking at the street signs. She realized she could take an alley to cut her walk by some five minutes. With a relieved sigh she headed for the alley. She knew it wasn't the smartest idea, but she was desperate for some sleep.
"Just get home and don't get into trouble," she muttered to herself.
Sarah looked around her at all the people who were obviously not from the city. The twenty-three year old may not have grown up in New York City, but she did know how to learn big city streets. The people around her were some she'd see while working or while she was in the park. With a quick shake of her head, Sarah focused back on getting home, to her apartment, with its nice warm bed.
'I really need some sleep,'[/color] she thought as she left the bright street and entered the alley-shortcut.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 19, 2012 11:18:10 GMT -6
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“Excuse me!” Gina shouted, scampering across the empty street as her only lead ducked down an alleyway. Walking down alleys at night, bad idea. Gina leapt onto the sidewalk and peered down the dark alley, large brown eyes seeming black in the darkness, “Excuse me!”
The girl was already well into the alleyway, and Gina refused to follow. You couldn’t see well, in those dark, dank corridors. Scary people could be down there. The gargoyle tilted her head skywards, and looked around. Up above, the buildings were uniform cigar boxes, and very little obstructed her path. Nobody stood too close to her. Gina bent her legs, kneeling closer to the ground and spreading her wings. She leapt, and her wings took in air before pushing it away from her.
Whoooooosh.
She was propelled skyward, soaring past the face of the building with a few, simple wingbeats. When she came the roofs of the buildings, Gina sailed along the roof so that she ran parallel to the alley, and didn’t cast a shadow down below. Last thing she needed was for the other girl to get spooked before the gargoyle could even ask directions. Gina flew the length of the alleyway in record-time, and dove towards the sidewalk as she reached the other end, wings spreading to create drag as she plummeted. Just before landing, Gina turned so that her feet were below her, and she landed fluidly.
It was as though she’d been on this street the entire time. She slouched against a wall and looked at her phone as it hummed with another text. This street was just as bright as the other, and the lights reflected off of her front screen as she saw that it was a text message, probably from her sister. The dark-haired girl exited the alley, and Gina perked up.
“Excuse me,” Gina said, her voice crisp and noticeable, “I’m in need of some directions, could you possibly help me?”
The half Native American woman walked through the alley with a speed she didn't realize her tired body could produce. She had the feeling of being watched and she did not want to be in the alley for longer than she needed. The shadows in the alley worried her, considering she couldn't see into them very well.
"Great idea, Sarah. Walk into the creepy alley because you're tired." she mumbled to herself. "It'll cut time out of the walk home. I won't make it home if I get attacked, now will I?"
Sarah shook her head before focusing on getting to the well lit street on the other end of the alley. She still felt like she was being watched. She briefly wondered if the feeling was the same an animal got before being killed. 'Wow, I'm depressing tonight.'[/color] As Sarah stepped out of the alley, she yawned. Her rush out of the alley had zonked her of some of her strength.
>>“Excuse me.”
Sarah froze and waited for whoever it was to either finish speaking or make it known they weren't talking to her. She silently noticed the voice was feminine, not that calmed her much.
>>“I’m in need of some directions, could you possibly help me?”
The frozen woman let out a breath before turning her head to face whoever it was talking to her. 'If I help out fast, I may be able to avoid any thing... Well, any thing I don't want right now.'[/color] When she saw the person, her mind blanked.
In front of her was something she'd never seen before. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it must have been a mutant. The part of her brain that was in control, however, was not the one that knew what she was looking at. Her tired, and now freaked out, mind took note of the tail, wings, and other oddities she pinpointed, before on her heel and rushing back into the alley.
"Sorry!" she yelled out as she ran as fast as her body could take her.
When she was almost to the other end of the alley, she noticed three shadowed figures at the entrance. She also took note of what appeared to be a pipe, bat, and possibly a gun in their hands before slamming on the brakes. Her sudden stop caused her to fall forward onto her hands and knees.
'God, I am an idiot,'[/color] she thought sullenly.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 19, 2012 14:40:49 GMT -6
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Gina could tell the woman’s reaction before her brain even connected to her body and compelled her to run. She froze, her face falling and eyes going wide. At least she didn’t scream. She just shouted an apology and bolted. Ginas’ shoulders sagged. Thus was one of many problems of looking the way she looked at all hours of the day—people screamed at you with greater frequency when it was dark outside. It was even more difficult to find visibly mutated at this hour—at least a mutant who looked the part would come to her aid, but they were so scarce on the streets. Everyone looked human, which meant that hardly anyone would help Gina. Anyone with a brain, that is.
"Whatever," the gargoyle grunted in exasperation.
Gina sighed and took to the air again, however slowly this time. She fluttered to the roof, and curled her feet around the ledge, balancing herself with her tail as she thought. She’d have to sit up there until she spotted a visibly-mutated individual, ask them for directions. Or call Agnes, and get her to look directions up online. The realization dawned-on Gina, and she suddenly felt very foolish. She wasn’t as technologically minded as her cohorts, thus coming to this conclusion didn’t come as rapidly as the girl had hoped. Gina sighed and fished her phone out again. Strolling onto the roof as she held the receiver to her ear. It rang… and rang again… and rang a third time, before someone picked up.
>> “Gina?! Is everything okay?”
“Hi Agnes,” Gina greeted, “I just realized that I could ask you directions and you could look them up online.”
Her sister sighed in exasperation and excused herself to go fishing for a writing utensil. There was a crash down below, and Gina peered down distractedly. The girl had toppled over, but Gina didn’t see the three men at the mouth of the alley. The other girl just fell, that was it. Gina sat on the wall, her bare, taloned feet teasing a pile of bricks in front of her. Apparently, someone was building planter boxes on their roof. What a great idea.
Sarah felt her heart leap into her throat. The three men were getting closer now. She noticed that they were taking their time walking to her. The dark skinned woman pushed off the ground with her hands, putting her upper body vertical.
'Three baddies on one end. Something else on the other,'[/color] Sarah thought. 'I think I'll take my chances with the something.'[/color]
With that thought, Sarah stood to her feet. She was shaky and the men were getting closer, but she needed to make it. She wasn't going to get mugged, or worse, in an alley in New York City. That was not on her agenda.
With one last look at the three men, Sarah turned and ran towards the other end of the alley. She vaguely realized she must look funny to anyone watching, since she was running back and forth. As she ran she realized that her body was finally shooting adrenaline into her body.
"Where ya goin', babe?" she heard one of the men called out.
The frightened woman just kept running. She knew that's what they wanted, but she needed to get away.
"Come back, baby!" another of the men shouted.
"Yeah we just want some fun!"
Sarah huffed as she reached what she estimated was the halfway match of the alley. As she blew out some air, she heard a loud BANG. She cried out as she felt something slice into her shoulder. The pain was so much that she fell to the ground. While she tried to get her bearings she recognized the sound of footsteps, loud and fast.
"Awe, did the poor baby fall?" she heard one of the men coo at her.
"Want some help, babe?" another asked before she felt a foot connect with her ribs. The force wasn't enough to crack them, but a few more of those might do the trick.
Sarah tried to focus on getting on her feet, but her body was in shock. Her brain processed this information and she sighed. She was going to leave the alley far worse than she was already. A vague thought swept through her mind. 'If I'd just helped that person before.'[/color]
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 20, 2012 15:43:55 GMT -6
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Gina realized when the woman got up and began to run in the direction that Gina had been lingering. Something had to be really bad for a woman to scurry back to a demon-girl. Gina would have smirked at the wryness if her heart hadn’t sunk to the pit of her stomach just then. A trio of men were closing-in upon the girl that had turned and run from her closing in upon her.
>> “What’s the address, sis?”
“Hold on,” Gina murmured, her voice dropping to a hum.
>> “Gina?”
Gina didn’t answer. Her eyes thinned and her ears strained at the words that the men were shouting, calling after the other lady. They had to stick up for one another, had to keep one another safe. It was like the unspoken truce of mutants—mutants looked out for their own. In the same regards, women protected other women, be it from opposing women or men. This wasn’t good.
Gina wriggled out of her messenger bag, her body moving before her brain registered what it was about to do. She unhooked the strap and dropped the bag onto the roof, keeping the phone to her ear.
“Something’s happening,” Gina said vaguely.
>> “What’s going on?”
“I’ll call you back.”
A crack of a gunshot fractured the crisp silence that had hung in the chilled, dusky air. The phone left Gina’s hand and skittered to the roof beside her bag, the call disconnected. Something had snapped in her—memories of being shot, perhaps, and the fear of having someone face a fate like her own. Gina wouldn’t let that happen.
Without so much of a second thought, the gargoyle girl stepped onto the ledge and jumped, spreading her wings and holding them extended, catching air so that she didn’t accelerate too quickly. She was descending, talons spread wide and aiming for the mens’ backs. One dared to kick the other woman, and it was so on. They looked up a few moments too late. Gina landed on top of them, claws curling into the backs of two for leverage, breaking skin with ease.
“You’re going to regret that!” she snarled, her protective instincts rearing their ugly heads. Oh, they were so going down.
The third man, momentarily confused, scrambled for his gun, and Gina swiped at his face, her claws grazing his cheek. She let out her most convincing hiss, which melted in a growl. Good. She wanted them scared of her.
“Run!” the gargoyle shouted at the other lady, “Get out of here, now. Go! I got ‘m!”
Of course, right as Gina said that, the two pinned men managed to throw Gina back, leaving the gargoyle with only shreds of cloth in her talons. Sizeable gashes had been made in their backs where the talons had taken hold, but now Gina was in a poor position for a fight—the ground. The gargoyle scrabbled to her feet, and clumsily grabbed for the greatest threat—the gun. And the third man, too alarmed to retaliate, released it in alarm.
Mine now! The gargoyle sprinted in the direction of the street that the two girls had first been on, grinning at her small victory. Sure, she had a gun now, but what was she supposed to do with it. Make it so they can’t get it.
Suddenly, the men weren't so focused on her. Sarah's mind tried to work out what happened. The confused woman turned her head a little to see the person who had been at the other end of the alley. They were female, she was sure of that. She was also fighting the men.
Sarah's mostly brown eyes took in the feet of her rescuer as they were dug into two of the men, the ones that had been carrying the blunt objects. The female rescuer was reaching for the man with the gun. Sarah took in the bright red liquid as it spilled from the cut on his face.
>>“Run!”
Sarah was shoved out of her thoughts. 'Why aren't I running?'[/color]
>>“Get out of here, now. Go! I got ‘m!”
That got Sarah moving. The half blooded woman struggled to her feet before racing towards the end of the alley, the side she had been heading towards. She could feel sharp pain running through her body every time she moved her left arm.
Sarah's adrenaline pumped through her. She suddenly heard a distinct CLICK. She slid to a stop and turned around. One of the men had another gun. She noticed he was lining up a shot before she raced back towards them.
The other woman was running in the opposite direction and Sarah knew she hadn't seen the second gun. As Sarah ran, she picked up the bat that had been thrown. When she got close enough, she swung the bat and hit the man in the side of his head. There was still a loud BANG that scared Sarah, but she couldn't pay attention now that the other two men were focused on her.
The man she had hit was unconscious, for the time being. The other two men were now focused on her. Their eyes were filled with bloodlust. Sarah gripped the bat in her hands. Her shoulder didn't feel as painful as before, but it still hurt to move it.
"Come and get me," she hissed. Absentmindedly, she changed her stance to allow her to kick them if they came too close. All she needed was an opening and she would get herself out of the alley.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 21, 2012 1:36:14 GMT -6
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Gina didn’t know what she was going to do, now that she was running. Sure, she’d broken things up, made them more chaotic, but what now? As she bolted and took to the air, things became blatantly apparent. Her first realization was that Gina didn’t know how to fight, and couldn’t think like somebody who did. She flew haphazardly back to her hiding spot atop the roof, setting the gun down cautiously, before hesitantly peeking back over the edge. Attacking from above wouldn’t work like it had last time.
Gina’s cell phone hummed incessantly as Gina hazarded a glance down. She didn’t need to look at the front screen to see who it was that was calling. The girl was charging forward again, towards the two men that were supposedly pursuing Gina. There was another gunshot, but the gun didn’t strike a living mark. It ricocheted off of a wall with a spark and whizzed on. Somehow, in the scramble, the girl had grabbed a bat and took out one of the men, leaving only two behind.
Gina ran to the street-facing side of the building and ran back into the alley. The woman threw down the gauntlet, telling them to attack. She seemed to have things well under control. Gina still didn’t know where she was, though. She stepped back into the alleyway, announcing herself with a hiss. If they went after the human woman, they'd have to deal with her, too.
Sarah watched the two men glance behind them when they heard a hiss. The sound just caused the twenty-three year old to smirk. 'Sounds like she's okay. Good. Would've sucked if all that was for nothing.'
"I'd take my wounded and go,"[/color] Sarah paused and nudged the unconscious man with the bat, "if I were you."
One of the men walked forward and slung his friend across his shoulders. His movements were slow and jerky, like he was afraid of being attacked. He was right to be though. Sarah wasn't afraid of knocking him out if she had to. When he had his friend situated, the other started to drag them back the way they came.
The brunette figured they'd have to pass her new friend on their way out, so she relaxed her stance. She let go of the bat with her left hand, so that it was only in her right, and just stood there, waiting for them to leave. When they were long gone from her brown gaze, she fell to her knees. The bat rolled off to the side somewhere, but she was more focused on figuring out the damage done to her shoulder.
"Thanks," Sarah said aloud. She touched her shoulder and found that the top of her shoulder was grazed. The pain was worse than the actual injury. "I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come when you did. Thank you for that."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 23, 2012 11:43:40 GMT -6
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Sarah suggested that the guys leave, and leave they did—guess they didn’t expect the two cats to (both literally and figuratively) have claws, Gina noted wryly. They grabbed their friend and scurried back towards Gina, who stepped aside, her eyes thinned into a glare as they passed. A growl rumbled in her chest, low and ominous, and they quickly made themselves scarce. Gina’s tail twitched in minor irritation, and she kept her gaze upon them until they were totally gone. Good riddance.
Gina relaxed her shoulders, glancing towards the other girl. She thanked her, touching her shoulder lightly. Gina smiled faintly—funny, how the story changed, once a gargoyle proved her worth. One second it was, “Oh god, monster!” and the next second, it was, “Thanks for saving me.” Humans were so odd like that.
“No problem,” Gina said casually, shrugging a shoulder, “How’s your shoulder? Getting shot’s nasty business. Need a doctor?”
>>“How’s your shoulder? Getting shot’s nasty business. Need a doctor?”
'My shoulder?' Sarah thought as she inspected the area herself. Now that she was paying more attention to her injury, she realized it was slightly worse than she thought. The bullet had ripped a large amount of tissue from her shoulder. The injury was nasty. She did need medical attention.
The brunette almost told the other female that she was fine, but stopped. She hadn't found a doctor in the city yet. Another thing, her job didn't have medical. She would need to swallow her pride on this one.
"You know a good one?" she asked.
She put a slightly joking tone in her voice, hoping to make the injury seem less than it was. She knew, however, that as soon as they stepped in light it would be out. She could feel her shirt stick to her with the sticky substance of blood.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 25, 2012 10:34:50 GMT -6
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Gina could see the struggle in the other womans' eyes, and waited for the woman to brush her off. Just try to. Gina waited. She couldn't force the woman to come along with her, but it wouldn't make Gina very happy to leave her here. Just as Gina was certain that the woman would give her the boot, she was pleasantly surprised.
> "You know a good one."
"Know a great one," Gina confirmed, "Won't even know you got shot."
She was, of course, speaking of the Doc Prof.
You know where we are?" Gina inquired, "I don't know how fast we'd get to my school-" because someone didn't give her directions, "But I know DocProf could get to the school in no time."
>>"Know a great one. Won't even know you got shot."
Sounded too good to be true, but she'd take what she could. She figured by the time they got to the doctor her injury would have clotted.
>>"You know where we are?"
That's right, the other female had asked for directions. Sarah felt guilty for not giving them before.
>>"I don't know how fast we'd get to my school- But I know DocProf could get to the school in no time."
'School?'[/color] Sarah asked herself. Her mind was muddled. She couldn't seem to focus.
"You asked where we are... Sorry, I think blood lose is getting to me. We're not far from Broadway, I think. Should be the south side too." she told her all she could focus on. The dizzy woman hoped it was enough. "I think we should hurry. I'm starting to loose focus and, uh, dizzy. Yeah, I'm dizzy."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 26, 2012 11:39:09 GMT -6
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“Broadway,” Gina echoed. That wasn’t too entirely helpful. Broadway was a long street, running parallel to Central Park and then continuing onward in both directions. That was far too vague. And half of New York was probably south of Broadway. Gina huffed and looked at the woozy girl in front of her. At least they were close to civilization, and had some shops nearby that were still open.
“Okay, I’m going to grab my stuff, and we’ll get you to a shop where we can call the cops, and maybe an ambulance,” Gina said urgently, “In the mean I’ll call the doctor I know and we’ll get things sorted out. Put something on your shoulder as a compress, to slow the bleeding. A coat, anything.”
With that, Gina took to the air and flew the few strides up to the roof, grabbing her bag and her cell phone. She gave a final glance towards the gun, and opted to leave it sitting there. Nobody would bother it, and she’d tell the cops about it later. Gina then jumped down, coming to a hasty halt as she touched the ground.
“Come on,” she said to Sarah, nodding her head towards the street, “Let’s find some shopkeepers to help us while we wait for help.”
Gina led the way to the first available shop, which was a small, privately-owned convenience store. Gina entered first, ushering the wounded woman in behind her.
“Excuse me, we’re in need of some assistance, please,” she said urgently, gaze swiveling about for a sign of anyone being about. A woman bustled out, spied the wounded lady accompanying Gina, and the gasped.
“There were men that tried to mug her,” Gina explained hastily, “And she was shot. Will you please call the cops and an ambulance?”
“Yes,” the lady replied, scurrying to the register, where the phone sat.