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.
The gargoyle settled on the landing, fumbling with her card-key for a moment before sliding it into the door.
The door gave an affirmative mechanical beep, and Gina once again held the door open for her guest, closing her eyes and giving a jokingly dramatic flourish of her arm towards the living room. It was sparsely decorated in a modern way, but here-and-there, there were signs of habitation. Dishes that hadn't been retrieved, a book or a magazine, a blanket tossed over the back of the couch, and so-on.
>> ”I think I’m good, ac—”
Her stomach begged to differ. Gina could hear the yowl of the poor, neglected digestive organ from where she stood a few yards off. Regardless of what Nessa's answer had been, however, the gargoyle was skipping into the kitchen as they spoke. She was the sort who seemed determined to feed all of her guests.
>> ”Okay, that’s a lie. I’ll take whatever you whip up, hun.”
"I've got just the thing," Gina assured Nessa, "Make yourself at home."
She glanced at the sink on her way to the cabinet and groaned quietly. Dishes. Why were there always so many dishes? Thankfully, she didn't see her favorite pan amongst the fallen soldiers. The gargoyle went down into the cabinet where the pots and pans were stashed, setting it out on the burners of the stove, then flitted to the cabinets where the couscous was stashed. She retrieved butter from the fridge, garlic powder from the spice cabinet-- water was poured into the pan withouht measuring, likewise with the butter. You could tell that this was a dish Gina often made. The stove was flicked on.
"Have you had couscous before?" Gina asked, "It's so good, super-filling but super-fast to make."
Gina pried open the couscous package and fished the seasoning package out. The package was added, a few dashes of garlic powder was added. Now she just had to wait for the pan too rise to a simmer.
"Want anything to drink?" Gina offered. Despite her previous joking, the gargoyle was not prepared for the aforementioned "after-party". A glass of water sounded more her speed, "We have... soda, water, milk, juice... tea..."
The ride home was mostly quiet. Occasionally, Gina might comment on something she saw along the drive, or about the night, but the conversations tended to stutter and then stop. The gargoyle eventually let the silence settle, golden-brown eyes pulling skyward towards the stars. It’d been a good birthday. The best birthday party she’d had all week.
Now that she was slowing down, though… now that she was letting herself relax, and the ambient noise of car tires against the pavement filled the car, Gina could feel her head getting heavy. The gold clip clenched in her hand left little indents in her palm, her mess of curls spilling around her head. Maybeee… she was a little drunk. Just a little. And maybe sleep wouldn’t be such a bad thing?
“You’re gonna love my house,” the gargoyle murmured, “Or at least my bedroom. I’ve got strings of lights.”
She tried not to nod-off, but the quietness of the car made it hard. She’d start to doze, they’d hit a bump, and she’d be jostled back into wakefulness. This happened a handful of times, until the Uber rolled-up to the converted townhouse.
“Here we are,” the driver said coolly, “Have a good evening ladies.”
“Heeey, you too!” Gina said cheerfully, “We’ll give you five stars!”
With that, the gargoyle stepped-out of the car, back into the brisk night air. She gave her wings a flutter and a stretch.
“It’s f***ing freezing,” the gargoyle commented, “Come on, it’s warmer inside. I’m on the top floor.”
Gina jogged up the steps, hastily keying her code in to the front door. The door clicked and buzzed approvingly, and the gargoyle held the door open for her newfound friend.
“Come on,” she said again. Trotting towards the stairs, “My roomies are probably asleep. Are you hungry? I can make us something!”
Gina was sleepy, but she was also hungry. And if Nessa was hungry, that gave her all the more reason to make a pre-bedtime snack! She started to jog up the stairs, pausing occasionally to be sure Nessa was following.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 29, 2017 21:24:35 GMT -6
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Gina's volunteering gig had ended hours earlier-- she usually came on the mornings she didn't have class, and typically finished just before lunch. She'd assist in the classrooms, go where she was needed... one of the instructors invited her to stay for lunch and, afterwards, Gina had stuck around, reminiscing. Of course there were girls in her old room, now-- a lot of the faces had changed.
But the halls were still the same, and for the most part, the teachers were too. Gina had paid a visit to the Doc Prof, to Ms. Taylor, and to the library. In some ways, the books were her old friends, too.
Gina now found herself wandering down one of the familiar halls, clawed fingertips trailing lightly over the molding. Most of the kids had resumed class, so the halls were quiet, now, spare when she occasionally passed the closed door of a classroom.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 29, 2017 11:36:02 GMT -6
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A night-flight was a distinct possibility. For the moment, however, the gargoyle was lounging outside on the back patio, slouched in one of the outdoor chairs. Her gaze was trained skyward, without really looking at much, and a melodious tune filtered its way out through her portable speakers.
Jayden and Astrid were at each other's throats again. Gina had heard the terse rise in each of their tones, and did what any reasonable roommate would-- she grabbed her tunes, grabbed her bag, and jumped out the window. Of course, there was a different connotation for her, since she could fly-- the gargoyle had glided down into the backyard, landed, and found the spot where she sat now.
If she listened closely enough, she could almost hear her roommates at it now, over the bustle of the city and the lull of her music. Gina closed her eyes and stretched, breathing out a sigh. One of them would storm-off or leave, eventually, and then it'd be clear to go back-up. Too often Gina found herself trying to be the peace-keeper, and almost always, nothing came of it.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 28, 2017 20:24:22 GMT -6
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The Jacob Riis Park was a strip of beach frequented by New Yorkers-- it looked out over the open ocean and was a destination that was a hop, skip and a jump away from Queens. Between Memorial Day and Labor Day it bustled with life, attracting city-dwellers with all sorts of recreational promises, and even a historic bathhouse.
In the dwindling hours of the evening before Memorial Day, however, the public beach was essentially a ghost-town. Every now and again a person might stroll past, but it was otherwise devoid of life. Perfect for a devilish-looking young man to get some breathing room. He sat quietly in the sand, feet outstretched and arms propping him up, a small bonfire smoldering nearby. He was watching the waves, or perhaps he was watching the fire, but which it was was not clear.
Soft music streamed out of a nearby portable speaker, to which an MP3 player was plugged in.
Yes, even villains needed some R&R. And it was thus that Khalil found himself, alone, on a beach at sunset.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 28, 2017 12:46:16 GMT -6
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Gina was trying to solve the issue of the suit coat when someone else cleared their throat. Maybe it was a visitor? She made a point of knowing most of the people in the building (spare a few who'd slipped under her radar or were perhaps new to the house), so this unexpected greeting warranted her full attention. A slim and, as she'd predicted, unfamiliar brunette man was making his approach.
>> “Pardon me miss I don’t believe we’ve met, my name is Simon, do you mind if I join you…?”
As he made his way over, Gina hastily dropped the pencil into her sketchbook as a means of bookmarking her page, before setting the book aside. The gargoyle then fluidly got to her feet, opening-up the far end of the couch. Did he mean "join" her, as in sit on the same couch, or "join" as in hangout in the same room? Either way was, of course, absolutely fine. She was here to escape roommates, not people altogether.
"I'm Gina," the gargoyle replied, extending her hand, "Nice to meet you."
Just as Simon had donned his best British brogue, Gina's own Californian twang likely poked it's way through her response. Surfer-dudes and valley-girls' alike colored her tone, unlike the "'eeeeyyy, I'm walkin' 'ere," that one might expect from a native New Yorker. Greetings having been exchanged, the gargoyle folded back into the couch, tucking her legs under her and wrapping her tail around her. There was plenty of room for Simon, if he wanted to sit.
"You're more than welcome to," the gargoyle said simply, setting her sketchbook upon her lap, still closed. Her tail casually flicked and curled as her gaze lingered on Simon.
"I live on the fourth floor," Gina explained, "Are you a resident, too?"
Despite the gargoyle's effort to stay up-to-date on who lived here, when sixteen people shared a living space, residents came-and-went with alarming frequency. If Simon was new, she couldn't help but wonder whose place he had taken.
Of course, Gina wanted to make a living off of making clothes-- maybe, one day, she'd even command a team of designers and seamstresses to help even more people-- but she didn't exactly have the mind of an enterprise.
>> ”Nae… Ah mean, it’s nae loch Ah’m one ay those top creators ur companies… Thocht Nessa says Ah’m oan pace tae burst half a million subscribers afair th' end ay th' year...”
A more ambitious individual would have jumped at this opportunity-- with almost a half-million people following her dear friend, Gina could hastily build her following, no problem. She was not so opportunistic, however. The gargoyle's gaze pulled to her phone, which was still buzzing intermittently as new notifications arose.
>> ”Ye know whit we coods dae? Ye coods totally come ‘en mah shaw!”
Gina turned to her friend once again, shrugging her shoulders shyly.
"What would I even say, though?" the gargoyle countered. She wasn't saying "no", she was merely unsure as to what purpose going on the show might prove.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 27, 2017 19:58:29 GMT -6
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>> "Sure, I'm fine with that."
Gina cracked a small smile at the green guy’s nonchalant response. He had a limp-fish handshake, but she supposed that couldn’t be helped when you only had three fingers. Gina’s handshake subconsciously loosened so that it didn’t seem as though she was crushing his hand into submission. Gina’s own grip was self-assured and warm from the sunlight.
>> "Here. Guess you'll need this. Gina."
The guy fumbled a bit, and Gina graciously accepted the garbage bag. She was used to a little bit of fumbling. Some people stumbled over themselves because she was cute and they thought of her as such—others stumbled because she was a mutant and they were anxious around her. Given that this guy was green, she assumed it was the former.
“Thanks,” she said evenly, still smiling.
>> "I'm Elliott, by the way. Nice to meet you."
“Elliot,” she repeated, “The pleasure’s mine.”
The gargoyle retrieved a few spears and hastily returned, offering one to her partner-in-crime.
“So fancy,” she commented, “The only other time I did a clean-up like this, we had to use our hands. They didn’t give us spears or anything like that.” She was really moving-up in the world, if the presence of spears for trash was anything to go by.
“Let’s go stab some trash,” Gina said chipperly to her new compatriot.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 20, 2017 14:47:32 GMT -6
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>> "Hey, do you want to get out of here and get some fresh air? I'd love to continue getting to know you, but I think if I stay much longer I might grow book shelves."
"I'd love the company," Gina said cheerfully. Walking home was nice, but sharing the walk with a friend was even better, "I wanted to grab a poetry book, first-- meet you by the stairwell?"
This arrangement being made, the gargoyle padded off into the stacks, jogging lightly towards the neighborhood wherein the poetry was kept. It took her a moment to find the appropriate row, a few moments longer to find the section of shelves, and considerably more time to find Life on Mars, a slim red tome that was easily dwarfed by the compendiums around it. The gargoyle carefully fished the paperback out and, having thus been successful, trotted to the main aisleway and back towards the stairs.
"Thanks for waiting!" Gina greeted, flashing the poetry book at Serena, "Have you read this? The gal at the front desk said it's a fun read, got some sci-fi themes."
The gargoyle surveyed the cover, which had a billowing nebula in the background and the title proclaimed in stark white letters in the foreground.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on May 20, 2017 14:21:06 GMT -6
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They met at one of the thousands of Starbucks in New York City, which was a hop, skip and a jump away from the park. Some people came with friends, others came alone-- Gina was among those few solo-fliers. Of course, she'd signed-up with a few friends from the outreach club on-campus, but they'd somehow been sorted into different groups that would be cleaning other parks or public attractions.
Roles were delegated, tools were handed-out, and the group drew lines of where to clean and where to avoid. A faint smile quirked on the gargoyles' lips-- places to avoid? In a park? In the light of day?? How strange. One of the last assignments people were given, was that (if they decided to part from the group), they needed to use the buddy-system.
The gargoyle hummed. At least she'd get the opportunity to meet people. She nodded to a green guy.
"Wanna work together?"
She was dressed rather practically, for the weather and the task at-hand: jean shorts, a tank top, and a pair of over-sized sunglasses. While the weather was mild, she imagined that a few hours outside would push it to that "uncomfortably hot" temperature. As such, Gina had dressed pragmatically, and had also wrangled her hair into a bun.
I look forward to seeing her on the boards.