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.
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>> "This way."
Gina followed Elliot down the trail, her spear bobbing as she walked. She drank in the surrounding park, gaze trailing over other people meandering about, preoccupied with their own lives. Gina felt similarly empowered by the spear, pretending it was some sort of sword.
>> "You know, this is actually my first time doing something like this. Lately, I've been trying to get more active with these sorts of things.. but so far it's really just been helping the homeless."
"How wonderful," the gargoyle commented genuinely, "I'd almost think it would be more rewarding, working with people... instead of picking-up trash..."
Not that picking-up trash wasn't rewarding, but Gina would take working with people any day.
"I don't do this kind of thing nearly as often as I would like..." the gargoyle trailed, "This was kind-of a... spur of the moment for thing for me."
They were reaching their zone for clean-up, so Gina speared a wrapper that was within reach.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 5, 2017 12:49:40 GMT -6
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>> ”Khalil. What manner of name is Khalil?”
Khalil smiled, his tail making a quiet pap... pap... pap... as it flicked against the cool sand.
"It is an Arabic name," he purred, "What manner of name do you have?"
>> ”What do you do mister Khalil?”
That was the question, wasn't it? You couldn't very well tell a stranger that you were a criminal and a waif-- a slave to a powerful crime syndicate, through which you managed to afford an apartment-- an arsonist.
"I'm a student," he replied airily, "I'm studying theater at NYU."
Looking at him, at his antics and his disposition, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that Khalil was studying to be an actor. He had the fine features and the lofty attitude of one. Hell, even now, he was acting.
If he'd been a student, if he'd graduated, he might have gone into theater. Or some other career that would allow him to be the center attention.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 5, 2017 12:16:21 GMT -6
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>> ”Sam. Call me Sam when you aren’t in my class. You aren’t in a class of mine are you?”
Gina rose an eyebrow at that. First-name basis? With a teacher?? Unthinkable. Even if he was a former teacher, that still warranted some form of respect, particularly when it came to addressing them.
"It's been a few years," the gargoyle confirmed, nodding her head.
A few years? She'd graduated three years ago. She didn't suppose every instructor remembered every student, even in an intimate school like Xavier's. Oh well.
>> ”I’m… okay… Long days… get used to it.”
Gina eyed the bottle, wondering for a moment if it was one of those glass-bottled sodas.
>> ”How have you been? Haven’t seen you in a bit. Busy?”
She watched as Mr. Johns-- er, Sam-- took a swig of his bottled beverage and, on the way back, she caught a whiff of the undeniable twinge of alcohol lingering on the air.
"Er, yeah," the gargoyle explained hesitantly, "Been going to NYU, working on a double-major... and volunteering here, so that keeps me pretty busy." Gina trailed off, "I also do some free-lance clothing design, also rather time-consuming."
Gina paused, gaze flickering over Sam and, again, towards the bottle of beer. Should she call attention to it? Ask about it? What were the rules for drinking in the presence of students?
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 3, 2017 22:08:39 GMT -6
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Oh, so he was just a resident. The gargoyle nodded, signifying that she understood. Sometimes people just moved there because they needed a place to stay. Xavier's was, however, a school first and foremost. Most people made a hasty departure after being surrounded by adolescents for an extended period of time.
"Xavier's isn't the worst place to be," Gina assured the guy, "I went to high school here. But I can understand wanting to move elsewhere." After all, that's what Gina did. She'd moved after she graduated.
Gina wasn't familiar with Xavia, but offered, "If you've got a connection, I say go for it. Housing's crazy... then again, if you look hard enough, there's plenty of mutant-friendly places."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 3, 2017 22:02:34 GMT -6
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The short-haired brunette walked towards the fire, looking rather like a kicked puppy, and the young man watched her with his amused feline eyes. The sea had laid claim to her shoes, which made her approach even more pathetic.
>> "C-could I come sit by your fire? To dry my shoes?"
"Yeah," Khalil said simply.
It was too bad that the sea had swept the newspaper away. That would make good kindling.
"Name's Khalil," he offered, the corner of his lip curling in a faint smile, "Come to abandoned beaches often?"
He kept his knees drawn to his chest, and arms wrapped around his legs. Perfectly harmless, at least in this situation. He was a pyro, not a predator.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 3, 2017 21:55:22 GMT -6
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>> "I just moved into the third floor. this is actually my second night here. Have you lived here long?"
"Oo, welcome to co-op, then!" Gina said, some mirth finding its way back into her tone. She might be in the doldrums about her roommates, but she was always excited to meet new residents, "Moved-in about this time last year. There's quite a few residents who've been here longer, but I've been around longest out of my floor. Most of my roomies are relatively new."
And pains in the butt.
"So, are you a mutant? Or mutant-friendly?" Gina pressed conversationally. As a mutant who wore her mutation outwardly, it was always something she pried about, particularly at The Co-Op. One of the central tenets of the community was that all residents should have a mutant-friendly mindset, though mutants and humans alike were welcome to live there. And, though some people were "closeted mutants", Gina was very forthright about it. Hell, she had to deal with her mutation 24/7. Besides which, it was fun to see what people could do.
>> ”That sounds great to me, Gina. As long as you don’t throw couscous up on me.”
The gargoyle smiled, reassured, before giving a droll "pffft" in Nessa's direction.
"I'm not gonna throw-up on you," the gargoyle countered, taking another swig of water for safe measure. Her ears detected the sound, or lack of the sound, of diminishing boiling water. The couscous would be ready to serve soon. Gina unfolded herself from the couch once more, swaying a bit, before ambling into the kitchen.
"How hungry are you?" the gargoyle asked, first meandering to the cabinets to retrieve a pair of bowls. She again crawled onto the counter, popped the cabinet open, and took a pair of bowls into one arm. Slide down, close the cabinet again, retrieve spoons.
The gargoyle then went to the stove, clicked it off, and popped the lid off of the couscous. Roiling steam to greet her. In place of the diminutive grains, water, and powdered flavoring, there now rested a bed of fluffy yellow grains, the seasoning concentrated towards the top. Gina stirred the mix with the serving spoon. It smelled so good. Two helpings were served, and the gargoyle returned to the living room, offering one of the ceramic bowls to her companion.
She then reclaimed her seat, assuming the same position as before.
Gina stirred the couscous in her bowl once again before taking a generous spoonful.
"Mmmm," the gargoyle closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly. Swallowing her bite, she commented, "Perfect after-party food!"
The gargoyle took another eager bite, her brown eyes lingering on Nessa for some indication of whether or not couscous would be her thing. It was like rice, but smaller. Starchier, though Gina wasn't sure how much starch there was (if any).
The food was reinvigorating. On one hand, eating was making her feel infinitely better. On the other, it was wearing her down, pushing her further into the warm and sleepy territory. I hope I didn't go too hardcore on the garlic powder.
>> ”You should just decorate one day when no one’s watching. Guerilla decorating!”
"I just might," the gargoyle laughed. She always thought the decor needed more color to it (that was her bohemian side talking). She could see herself getting a little drunk and redesigning the living room one night, while her roomies were preoccupied.
Nessa accepted the proffered water and coaxed the gargoyle onto the couch. At first, Gina declined-- she was too absorbed in being a decent hostess to sit. Hostesses didn't sit, they had to make sure everything was running smoothly. With some more gentle insistence, the gargoyle was convinced to take a seat. It'd take the couscous a little more than ten minutes to boil off the excess water and be ready to serve, so she supposed sitting wouldn't be too bad.
With a practiced fluidity, Gina stepped onto the couch before sinking into a seated position, tucking her legs beneath her and wrapping her tail around her legs. She took a quiet sip of her water, listening to the couscous simmer.
>> ”You know, you’re being so nice Gina, but I can totally take the couch. I wouldn’t want to kick you out of your bed on your post-post-post-post birthday.”
Gina's chesnut gaze was drawn to Nessa's eyes, confusion roiling momentarily. What? Kick her out? What was she talking about?
"Oh!" the gargoyle gasped, the realization suddently donning-on her, "I didn't mean, uh, I'd come out to the couch! I thought we both could sleep in my bed."
Another sip of the water. Another glance at Nessa. Can two girls platonically share a bed when one is in a lesbian relationship with a friend of the other? That was the real question of the night.
"I mean, I usually share my bed when I have friends over," Gina stipulated, "So it wouldn't be a big deal to me but like, if it's not okay with you I totally understand."
She wasn't sure what kind of relationship Nessa and Becca had. I don't wanna get her in hot water with Becca. Thought B was cooler than that though. Immediately, the gargoyle was mentally giving her new companion benefit of the doubt. What was she thinking?! Of course she couldn't share a bed with Gina! Earth to Gina, this is Captain Obvious calling!
"It's a big bed," the gargoyle assured Nessa, taking another sip of water.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 2, 2017 22:10:18 GMT -6
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>> "I didn't see you."
Khalil watched as the woman roused herself and brushed the sand from her clothes which, likewise, blew downwind towards the red-skinned man. He frowned in displeasure. Sand wasn't exactly something that could be blocked with a wall of fire. It'd just be hot sand.
Whatever night Khalil seemed to be having, she seemed to be having a worse one, so he didn't reprimand her further. He just shook the formerly airborne sand from his flowing black locks and quirked a deprecating smile.
"Whatever night I might be having, your night seems to be exponentially worse," Khalil commented offhandedly, watching as the waves overtook the flung newspaper with mild humor.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Jun 2, 2017 21:34:31 GMT -6
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"Mm, pretty good," the gargoyle hummed in response, her brown eyes flicking towards the young man once again. He had to be in his upper teens, at least. His voice was lower than a kid's might be. Like, post-puberty low.
The gargoyle gathered her knees to her chest and wrapped her tail around her feet, so as to curl up on one end of the couch.
"I'm Gina," she introduced herself, "I volunteer here sometimes. Are you a student?"
Khalil shrugged his shoulders against the wind, leaning closer to his little bonfire. It wasn't much, but it warmed the pyro against the wind. An attractive young woman stormed towards the ocean, pitching what appeared to be a newspaper and a coffee to the wind. It made the most fantastic arc, the lid popping off of the drink and-- promptly sailing down-wind towards the demonic young man.
While Khalil relished attention, he wasn't exactly trying to show-off at the moment. He was trying to relax. And now, this coffee was sailing towards him and threatening to stain his beautiful maroon t-shirt, or worse, his portable speakers.
Unacceptable.
With a flourish of his hand, he sent an arc of protective fire over his head. The coffee hissed on contact and the smoldering coffee cup landed in the sand beside him. He felt a few drops on his cheek, but it was certainly far less than a dousing in coffee.
"Madame," Khalil said in greeting, "Please stand downwind before throwing beverages, next time."
He set about dousing the smoldering cup by shoveling sand over it, before returning his attention to the sea.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 31, 2017 23:52:55 GMT -6
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Gina was on break from her volunteering gig. Today, she was with Mama T, helping her with files and the like. Out of all the staff she assisted, Mama T was one of her favorites. Social work and counseling seemed the most directly connected, after all.
Mama needed to meet with a student, however, which was strictly confidential, so Gina was given a break. She meandered into the residential area, to the living room. Oo, thank god, an empty couch! There was a guy in there, sitting by the window with his laptop nearby.
"Hey," Gina greeted casually. She kept the salutation short, lest he did not want to be disturbed. She fanned her wings as she sat, ensuring they weren't under her, before collapsing onto the couch. She was fishing-out her phone to tap away at some game or app until the counseling appointment finished.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 31, 2017 17:10:23 GMT -6
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Gina paused as a man came into view. There was a glimmer of recognition in her expression, he was a staff member here. At Xavier's. She'd even taken a year of self-defense with him, after the run-in with the fuzz. Mr. Johnson. Sam Johnson. Cafas's brother.
It was about that time that he spied the young gargoyle.
>> "... Yo..."
"Mr. Johnson," Gina said respectfully, offering a casual salute, "Been a while. How are you?"
The gargoyle, not noticing that he'd forgotten who she was, did not offer her name or any other indication of their affiliation.
It was about then that she'd noticed the collection of beer he was amassing-- one can that he was currently working-on, and three... survivors. So far. Her gaze flicked from the beverage to Sam, the concern only a glimmer before giving-way to a polite smile. The frick was he doing drinking at two in the afternoon?
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 31, 2017 17:00:17 GMT -6
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She might have nodded-off, just a little. Music did wonders for the nerves, and Gina could feel it working its way into her veins and helping her decompress. A voice stirred her from her thoughts, no one familiar, but distinctly male.
>> "Sorry did not see you there. Hi, I am Richard"
Maybe it was duskier out than the gargoyle had noticed-- her eyes were more sensitive than humans were, in low-light conditions. The gargoyle opened her eyes, her gaze sliding in the direction of the voice. A slim Asian man was standing nearby, hand outstretched. Richard, huh?
"Gina," the gargoyle replied. Her wings, which were folded on either side of the chair, fluttered slightly as she sat up to shake the man's hand, "I live on the fourth floor. Nice to meet you."
>> ”So I didn’t expect the college bohemian lifestyle to come with this much room.”
Gina leaned against the counter, tucking one foot behind her heel.
"The co-op handles the furniture for the main living spaces," Gina offered, "They even have, like, bedroom furniture too, if you need it. It's kind of a dorm, but not just for students."
The gargoyle shrugged.
"It'd look soooo much more different if I was decorating," she beamed, "I guess you'll see, though."
No way in Hell would the gargoyle force a guest to sleep on the stiff living room couch. That was certain. The pan was simmering now, if the steady popping of bubbles was anything to go by, so Gina dislodged herself from her spot on the counter. She picked-up the box of uncooked couscous, as well as a spoon, and poured the couscous in, gradually stirring it in.
"It's a grain... like rice, but better. You'll see."
She'd let the couscous simmer for a few minutes, let it fluff-up, and then they could eat a bedtime snack. At least, Gina hoped they'd go to bed soon. She was winding-down fast.
>> ”I’ll have what you’re having, cutie. I’m sorry, I’m still dealing with leftover silliness from our time at the bar.”
Gina cast a laughing glance at Vanessa, quirking a coy smile at her. Given her fine features and small size, she was no stranger to being called a "cutie". She was cute. Cute as a button.
"Totally fine," Gina assured her guest, the sentiment reverberating in her mind. Totally fine, "Water alright by you?"
She pulled her attention away, clambering onto the counter to retrieve two tall glasses from the cabinet. She then hopped down, retrieved ice and water from the fridge, and then shuffled into the living room where Nessa sat.
"For you, madame," the gargoyle offered one of the twin glasses to her, her tail flicking and curling absently.
