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.
Ground Zero: Love Bites![Sitewide] One second, window-shopping, and the next, everybody's falling in love with each other all over the place!
Spring 2011
MetLife, Didn't Like Him[Trenchfoot||Gina] Gina is on one of her nightly flights and spies a mysterious mold-man on the roof of MetLife.
Talks and Tours[Tasean||Andrew||Gina] Tasean gets a tour of the Mansion from Drew, and Gina tags along
Love + Mutant = Infirmary[Iron Mouth||Muse||Gina] After the love-epidemic of Valentine's Day, IM is bedridden in the Infirmary, and Gina pays a visit.
Being Exposed on ViewTube[Agnes||Gina] A video of Agnes's power going haywire goes viral on ViewTube, and Gina just so happens to see it.
Got Tiger[Lots of People||Gina] A tiger-guy gets onto Xavier's campus, and they collectively make an effort to take him down.
Scaly Sunbather[Aleksandr||Ashton||Quin||Gina] A liesurely conversation in the park goes sour when the child of a mutant-hater gets too close to two mutants.
Practice Makes Oops[Amber||Gina] Amber's testing out a new, flying-lizard form and accidentally lands on Gina's head.
Like O-M-G, Let's Go to the Mall![Agnes||Gina] Gina teaches Agnes how to really shop, and then they pick up on some guys... but not intentionally.
Summer 2011
Late Nights, Nothing Better to Do[Joe Klepto||Silver Streak||Gina] Gina gets a late night craving for pizza, and calls up a late night order... yet, unfortunately, is caught by Shawn.
Lullaby Bay[Ophelia||Gina] Gina greets a new student as they unpack.
I Have a Little Shadow[Shade||Gina] Gina's getting followed by a shadow-clay-person guy, and he falls off of a roof in his his pursuit. Forget the fact that he was stalking her, Gina needs to help him.
Out of Hand[Enzo||Gina] An afternoon out to eat goes awry.
Parents Should Call Mutants "Demons"[Agnes||Drew||Mama T||Gina] Agnes' parents arrive at the Mansion to reclaim their daughter, and Gina is among those who rise up in her defense.
Quietly Mad[Drew||Gina] Drew's hearing voices and Gina thinks he's crazy, but there's nothing like a water balloon fight to brighten things up.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 4, 2018 0:48:33 GMT -6
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Sophy
In terms of your usual convention-goer, the blonde boy seemed altogether unremarkable. Dressed in all black-- a black shirt, black slacks, black leather. Beneath his arm, a heavy book, and upon his face, a smirk. He found his way to the middle of the commercial booths, opening his massive book. People bustled past without paying him much notice.
He cracked the tome open. On a cream-colored page, the words "La Charme de Creature" was written in red script.
"And so the fun begins," he purred. He cleared his throat.
"Spirituex de l'obscurite, transforment ces humains... par le vent, par le pluie, par le feu, avec ce charme je vengeral leurs plaisanteries cruelles a nos frais..."
The air crackled around him, his hair being held aloft by veins of electricity that cut through the air. Convention attendees began to take notice, giving him a wider berth, slowing to stare at the show. Some mistakingly believed these to be practical effects, and paused to fish-out their phones.
"...Changez-les dans la créatures méme dont ils ont pris le déguisement..."
The boy pointed at one onlooker, whose cosplay seemed to be of some t.v.-headed robot.
"...Pour toujours!"
With the final exclamation, there was an explosion of electricity, which rippled down the aisles of vendor stalls and flooded the room, the magnificent "crack!" ringing in the ears of the convention-goers. The lights flickered, and then went out.
The convention-goer dressed as the t.v.-headed robot grasped at their mask, but to no avail. The t.v.-headed creature shrieked, static spilling from what had once been little more than a mask, a prop. The sudden darkness, and the sudden chaos of costumes-turned-reality, enabled the boy with the spellbook to slip-away. Now this, he thought to himself, was a party.
//////
The sudden darkness following the scream was enough to send Gina into a panic. People were pushing past, panicked, eager to find some well-lit place. Gina was jostled, left holding the fanart of her girlfriend and a Sharpie, as people rushed by. What? Was there a power outage? Wouldn't it be safer to wait for the lights to come on? After a few moments, the lights did return, but what Gina saw before her was too much for her to drink in. Why the sudden panic? What was the cause? People were grasping at their clothes, at themselves, yelling at peers as if they were entirely foreign. Gina looked at herself... nope, still the same scantily-dressed 90's gargoyle that she was before. What was the big idea?
In order to avoid getting trampled by convention-goers, Gina stepped to the side. She had to get this drawing back to the fangirl, and then she wanted to find Nessa. Vanessa would know what to do, at a time like this.
The gargoyle was happily mid-chew when she chanced a glance to the bridge below. It was one of the perks of sitting so high up-- watching the world go by. Also, eating uninterrupted was another perk-- no weird dudes around that felt like a buxom lady eating by herself somehow invited unwelcomed advances. It was quiet, up here. Really nice. With a mouthful of shredded lettuce and pastrami, Gina watched as a fair-haired lady stalked by, came to a halt, and-- what the f***?
Nothing good could come of what she was doing. The blond had one foot on the handrail, and she was-- hooooooonk. Oh sh**. There she went. Gina was moving before her mind processed that she was moving. Her bag was still across her chest and firmly secured, but her sandwich-- well, that was fluttering in the breeze now, one particular slice of tomato doing graceful spins on its way towards the water. Gina's sandwich, much like Gina's caution, had been thrown to the wind, for the gargoyle was now diving after the other girl. Wings clasped tight to her body for maximum aerodynamics, eyes pinched tight.
At the last moment, Gina fanned her wings, slowing her descent. Taloned hands clasped around the other girl's forearms, and Gina beat her wings, hard, to try and prevent the two of them from crashing into the water. With momentum working against her, it took a few, stubborn flaps to stop the other girl's fall. At least she wasn't fat, though. Gina could almost hold the two of them aloft.
"What the f***?!" Gina demanded. There was no other sentiment upon her tongue. No introductions. Had she really just saved someone from going *ss over kettle off of a bridge, "Were you trying to die?!"
She needed to assess whether this was just an accident, or if she needed to call the ambulance to help some sort of whack-a-doo into a psych ward. First things first, though. Gina looked back up towards the bridge, now a good hundred feet or so above their head. They needed to be back on solid ground, or else this girl would be taking a rather unpleasant swim in the murky river below. "Up" would be the shortest and easiest place to go.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 3, 2018 23:39:46 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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pansexual
taken - by nessa
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196
Apr 25, 2024 23:12:30 GMT -6
Sophy
Gina nodded eagerly when Javier asked if that's what she wanted to do. More specifically, she wanted to design clothes (and was sdoing some freelance stuff, and had a small internet following in-thanks to Nessa's notoriety) but yes, she wanted to do something like alterations for mutants.
"That's my hope," she confirmed. Javier was probably a busy guy, being an adult with his own business and all, but the gargoyle's curiosity was piqued.
"I don't suppose you have a portfolio of your work, do you? I'd love to see your stuff!! If it's not too much trouble. You're probably busy. But this is the first time I've been in a shop that sometimes services mutants. You know?"
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 3, 2018 23:35:28 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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Apr 25, 2024 23:12:30 GMT -6
Sophy
Through the tinted lenses of her sunglasses, Gina watched Nessa go. She watced until her girlfriend disappeared around the crest of another hill, and then she laid her head back down upon her own folded arms with a sigh. The tip of her tail twitched idly, wings were splayed out in a most relaxed (but not fully-extended) fashion. Life was good, the sunlight was good... everything was good.
Gina was blissfully unaware of the eyes that were upon her. Truth be told, she was blissfully unaware of... pretty much all of her surroundings. For, in that moment, she'd nodded off. She was just so cozy and, being predisposed to a more nocturnal circadian rhythm, sun-induced naps were nearly impossible to resist. In her sleepy unawares, the gargoyle shifted sighed. On a day like this, and behind the darkened lenses of her sunglasses, she could easily be mistaken as a less-sleepy sunbather.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 1, 2018 23:15:35 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
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taken - by nessa
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Apr 25, 2024 23:12:30 GMT -6
Sophy
The sun drew the New York hermits out of their hovels and holes, enticing them to the green spaces that were few and far between. Gina was one such resident, enticed to the green spaces. While some people had far more elaborate plans in-mind... picnics and outings and other such things. Gina, however, was much simpler. She was splayed out on a blanket, on her stomach, the sun shining down upon her wings. Her head was turned sideways upon her girlfriend's leg, and Gina was altogether too comfortable to consider moving. If the sun wasn't enough, the occasional hand through Gina's hair was. The gargoyle smiled dopily the gesture, adjusting her sunglasses.
"I know... that this is really great timing..." Nessa began.
"Noooo..." Gina groaned, half-serious.
"But I really have to pee."
"Un-ac-ceptable," the gargoyle declared, pouting, "Pillows aren't allowed to pee. It's the law."
"Gi-naaaa."
No response.
"I'll be quick, I promise."
"I'm dating a criminal." But the gargoyle released her, crossing her arms beneath her chin. Through the lenses of her sunglasses, Gina watched Nessa retreat.
"I'll be super quick!"
"I'll time you!"
The gargoyle nestled her head into her own arms, sighing. This was a very good way to spend a sunny day.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Mar 1, 2018 19:35:26 GMT -6
Omega Mutant
palevioletred
pansexual
taken - by nessa
1,265
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Apr 25, 2024 23:12:30 GMT -6
Sophy
"No problem," Gina replied, all sing-song as she spoke. She extended her hand and shook hands with Javier, leaning over the counter to reach him. She was grinning and full of excitement, bouncing on her feet, "Nice to meet you!"
>> "Alterations and designs. I have worked with some mutants, yes. I do special orders for... various requests. Do you have something in mind?..."
Gina shook her head, curls bouncing.
"I'm studying fashion at school," she said brightly, "I think... altering clothes for people with mutations is super cool."
One great thing about being able to fly is that it opened-up a world of possibilites when it came to eating lunch. For example, if a particular gargoyle had four hours between one class and the next, and the day wasn't particularly inclimate, she might find herself atop a certain bridge near campus. It was a good perch, and she'd yet to be spotted. Of course, the risk of dropping her sandwich was high, particularly given the wind that whipped around her. Out of stubbornness, however, she refused to move. This was her spot, damnit, and she wouldn't abandon it for a slight breeze.
It was damn cold, though. Damn cold. She couldn't feel her face anymore. Gina took a churlish bite of her sandwich, chewing stubbornly. No sir, this was her spot, and she shan't be moved. She leaned forward, watching the traffic zip by below her. She wondered, vaguely, if she could manage to hit one of the passing cars with a slice of sandwich meat. What a waste of good pastrami, though. Gina turned her attention back out towards the water, and continued munching. She'd have to fly back to campus, soon.
Gina’s tail flicked idly, only pausing when someone stepped out of the back. He was a Latino dude with a shaved head and some scruff. Javier apologized, wasted no time introducing himself and establishing that, yes, he was Javier, owner of the shop. Gina, of course, knew this—because she was nosey and, as soon as Booker had announced that he had a potential boyfriend, the gargoyle had demanded pictures. He looked just like his picture.
“Hi,” Gina greeted brightly, “I’m Gina. Booker sent me with your stuff!”
More like, she volunteered. Because once again, she was nosey. Gina started rummaging through her bag, retrieving the sewing tools and setting them upon the counter.
“I’m Nessa’s girlfriend,” Gina explained further, all smiles, “I’m going to school right now, so I was, like, not busy at all.”
Her excitement was barely containable. Alterations was very much akin to what she wanted to do, and so her eyes were roving around the shop, trying to drink it all in.
“So, you do alterations?” the gargoyle continued, leaning on the counter, “Do you get to work with many mutants?”
The gargoyle was comfortably curled on the couch at the Bookman residence, pouring over a small novel. Nessa was doing something with the Block Party, and Gina has slipped into that “I hangout at my girlfriend's house even when she's not here" position common to college students. It was quieter than the Co-Op, and she enjoyed Booker's company.
In a distant part of the house, she heard the musical chime of something electronic, and an indistinct murmur. Phone call? She couldn't tell. The conversation persisted as Booker came into the living room, head craned to the side to press his phone between his ear and shoulder. His hands were preoccupied with thing a Tetris-themed bowtie as he spoke. He also seemed to be toting a rather… decked-out belt.
“Javi, baby, I know you really need your tools… for work, I know, I know… let me call my boss, see if it's cool for me to come in a little late, and I'll… what? Yeah, of course it'll be fine… Yes, I'm sure.”
Gina had, at this point, looked up from her book, tail curling inquiringly. The fabled Javier? She hadn't met him, yet. Only heard of him.
“Really, it'll be no trouble, love. I'm never late. Scout's honor… no, I insist. Really… I mean… are you sure? Okay… I'll figure something out… love you too… bye…”
Booker hung the phone up and sighed, dedicating his full attention to the bowtie. Gina closed her book, tucking a bookmark between the pages.
“Everything okay?”
“It's Javier… He accidentally forgot some of his sewing tools over here… but I probably can't take them over I until lunch.”
He was a tailor, that's right. Booker groaned, “I'll call in and say I'll be late. He doesn't want me to, but...”
Gina smiled, nodding her head. She didn't actually know, but it did sound like quite the dilemma.
“Hey, you know… I'm not doing anything. I could run the tools to Javier.”
Some persuasions, a street address, and a few words of persuasion, and Gina was off. A short flight later, and she found herself in the neighborhood of Javier's alterations shop. Gina crossed through the doorway, adjusting the messenger bag across her chest. There were clothes everywhere… and it was very quiet.
