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 waitress's return interrupted the gargoyle's teasing stare, and Gina still wore her mischevious smile in her eyes. She had the look of someone who'd just been caught, red-handed, in an innocent secret... which was, to be honest, pretty accurate. Gina eagerly turned her attention to the small bowl of miso soup, offering a chirp of "Thank you!" to the waitress's retreating form. A psychic girlfriend, huh?
Gina took he small spoon... ladle... thing... and carefully scooped a cube of tofu up. She exhaled to cool it, then carefully ate it. Even if miso soup was good as a whole, everyone knows you got it for the tofu. Her gaze flicked back towards her girlfriend, a smile lifting at her lips. While Vanessa was psychic, Gina was decidedly enough. So she asked permission to hear her thoughts with the look in her eyes.
>> ”This is so crazy. I can’t believe I just told you. I still can’t believe I’ve told anybody.”
A grin. Gina returned to her soup. Nessa expanded on the sentiment.
>> ”I’ve told you. I told Booker. I told Winnie. Oh, and a private investigator figured it out on her own.”
A private investigator? Gina had taken another spoonful of miso when Nessa announced that. She looked up again.
>> ”That’s it. Four people in the world know this huge thing about me.”
"So, Winnie and Booker know," Gina reiterated, as if making note. There was an unspoken "good" at the tail-end of that staement. She didn't really know any other acquaintences of Nessa's, but it still helped to know who was on the "inside" and who was on the "outside". Accidentally outing Nessa as a "mutant" wouldn't sit right with the gargoyle. It could sometimes be as big of a deal as sexuality, when it came to non-visible mutants.
"How did they handle it? Are they cool about it?"
Gina was still collecting data. As in, were they weird about Nessa being a mutant, and thus it was something Gina really shouldn't talk about around them, or were they cool? Gina doubted they were anything less-than-cool with Nessa's power, but it helped to know. You never knew, with people.
Gina waited an appropriate amount of time before pressing-on, "How does that work with Booker's power? Can you read his mind when you stand outside of his aura?"
Or did being an Adapted make him effectively null against telepathy?
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Heeeeeyyyyy, I have found myself with free time (what the heck is that?), and am ready to THREAD. I'm game for slow-burns as well as rapid-fire threads... and working towards getting my #4 by New Years! If you want to join in the fun, message me, comment, or reach out on Discord! Details about ideas in first post!
Keeping up with the silly holiday sweater trend, Gina sat folded next to Nessa. Her mutation was in flux, courtesy of Booker's aura. He'd get just far enough away that the grey would start creeping back into her fingertips and then, with his return, it'd recede once again. Her visage was very much like the Gina of years past. A more humanoid, tan-and-freckled rendition of the young woman, with smaller wings, a shorter tail, and less distinct talons. Nessa nestled close, and the gargoyle absently kissed her cheek. It was the little things.
When Juliette mentioned traditions, a smile broke across the gargoyle's face. Christmas was her favorite holiday, hands down. She loved Christmas lights, she loved being with her (small) family and appreciating what she had. A chuckle rippled from her as Nessa regailed tales of alcoholic punch.
Booker directed the conversation towards Gina, which the gargoyle accepted just as readily as she accepted the proffered mulled wine.
"We always open one gift on Christmas Eve," the gargoyle admonished, "Just one. And then we'd save the rest 'til mornining." Her expression was still gleaming-- perhaps that was just the room's effect, though. Everything felt like motes of light were hanging around them. It was the ambiance, "It gives you something to look forward to, without, like, ruining the surprise?"
"My family always cuts a tree the first weekend of December," Gina reminisced, "And we go view Christmas lights... main street in town was always done-up really nicely, with evergreen wreaths..." the thoughts that Gina sauntered through draped her in nostalgia. The gargoyle strolled willing down that path. Another chuckle escaped her, "You could always tell it was Christmas in my house, when Mom put out all her nativity scenes. She collects them."
Gina sipped the beverage timidly, the steam seeping into her pores. Did that count as Christmas tradition? Or was she just rambling? Though the age gap wasn't fantastic, Gina was acutely aware of the fact that she was the youngest in the room. She couldn't help but feel that her wide-eyed adoration of Christmas would emphasize her youth.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 20, 2017 23:41:08 GMT -6
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Gina exhaled sharply. "Not weirder than anyone else's" wasn't much consolation, in a place like New York City... there were some weird people in the city. A teasing, pink tongue was stuck-out at Nessa, "Thanks, I think."
Her tone was every ounce of drollness appropriate for a "not weirder than anyone else's" thoughts remark. Gina drank-in the details her girlfriend provided, a quiet listener. Her glimmering brown eyes lingered unflinchingly on Nessa's expression, on her girlfriend's eyes.
>> ”I only have access to someone’s thoughts if I’m making direct eye contact with them. So, like, say you thought of something right now like, I don’t know… my body in the shower, I’d totally know.”
Until she said that, that is. Gina's smile broke into a smirk, and her eyes cut sideways.
"You're shameless."
It didn't take a psychic to know where her mind had wandered. Gina's pointed avoidance of locking eyes with Nessa and the small, sh**-eating grin were telling enough.
>> ”I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I promise I have tried not to pry or use my powers to be some kind of paranoid girlfriend. I just… wanted to pretend no one would ever have to know."
Gina's gaze slowly returned to Nessa, but the smirk lingered on her features. The gargoyle nodded.
"I am really glad you told me," Gina acknowledged, "I'm sure it wasn't easy."
>> "But… I’m glad you know. I want you to know everything about me. I want to be honest with you. But if having a mind-reading girlfriend would be a little much for you, I understand, too.”
Gina's expression settled into something more patient and understanding, and less cheeky. She couldn't know everything, could she? Everyone had certain things they held close to their chest. But it was nice to hear that Nessa wanted to be open and honest. Gina's gaze lingered on Nessa, on her face, towards her eyes specifically-- so if she wanted to listen, that was an option.
"I feel like... it'd only be an issue if I was keeping secrets... or something like that?" Gina explained, touching her index finger to her lips. From a practical standpoint, keeping secrets would be practically impossible with a telepathic girlfriend.
"If anything, this gives me license to psychically tease you," Gina declared, "Ms. 'Don't-Think-of-Me-Showering'."
Gina did her one better-- she thought of them showering, and the look in her eyes was something mischievous and laughing.
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>> "Why? I mean that I do not like to hide my coral. And I think that this part is going to make my seeing things very difficult."
Gina smiled at Kalos's retort. She wanted her coral to be visible. In a way, that made things easier... Or it could very well make things more difficult. That depended on whether or not Kalos wanted sleeves. The gargoyle flipped the pencil around, lightly scrubbing at the paper with the eraser.
>> "I very much like this."
The skirt remained. Gina once again pressed the pencil to the page.
"We could always do a dress with a high neckline and an open back," she drew a few lines to signify, almost like a choker, and two diagonal lines, like the bottom part of an "A".
"This part-" Gina traced a taloned finger along the neckline, "Would button around the back of your neck, and leave your back and shoulders exposed. So that everyone could see your coral!"
"We could even add sleeves, to keep your arms warm."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 14, 2017 22:50:52 GMT -6
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It was more of a reflex, sliding her hands over the table for Nessa to hold. Gina tended to take hold of a person's hands when she was about to drop some truths, and simply wanted to... return the favor? Nessa accepted the proferred hands, which had to mean that this was very imporant. As Nessa started to spill the beans, the first expression that crossed Gina's face was a smile.
A confession?
"Aw, babe," the gargoyle said, delighted.
Then, an inkling of doubt crept into her faces. Her smile faltered, a brow arched. She'd been failing at being honest? About... what? The confusion only deepened as Nessa pressed-on. What?
This thought was echoed allowed, though with a note of, Oh sh**, what did you do, "What?"
They'd already ordered, so-- it'd have to be really bad to make Gina leave. Food was at stake. And she was also dressed-up, and she certainly didn't dress-up for nothing. The gargoyle hung on her girlfriend's words, intent, subconsciously her hands lightly squeezed Nessa's. Go on.
>> ”I have only told two people this before, but… I’m a mutant.”
Oh. The tension in Gina's expression slackened. She hadn't been aware that she was clenching her jaw. Another mutant. Well... that was kinda cool. Gina had thought she was dating some human-girl, which was fine, but dating a mutant-girl was cool, too, she supposed. Gina wasn't about dating people just because of an X-gene, or lack thereof. She wanted to say something, but Nessa still... seemed to have more to say.
>> ”Not just a mutant. I’m… a telepath. A mind reader.”
The gargoyle had to wonder if she'd ever thought anything weird or incriminating around Nessa. Not that she did anything incriminating. A small twitch had arisen in Gina's tail, right at the tip. Even though Nessa was coming-out as a mutant to another mutant, it was still a tricky thing... it was different for people who didn't always wear their mutation on the outside. More difficult.
Gina sighed, and was weirdly quiet. Not out of anger but, truly, out of a loss for words. She didn't want to say anything reductive. You didn't think your mutant girlfriend could handle the news of your mutation? That was too cold. And, as the gargoyle had already realized, not that easy.
"I'm glad you told me, now," Gina assured Nessa, squeezing her hands, "I'm still kinda, like, processing it... but I think, maybe, I'm one of the best people to have to... y'know, come out to. So to speak."
The gargoyle smiled. Miss Mutant Poster Child, Gina was. Making adapative fashion for mutants everywhere, 100% visibly mutated all the time. If there was anyone to fit an "openminded and accepting" category, she'd be it.
"So, you like, hear my thoughts," the gargoyle reiterated, her tone frank, peering at the crown of her girlfriend's head, "Like... all the time?"
Even with serious matters, she couldn't let the conversation get too down.
"I hope I haven't thought anything hella weird."
A grin. She was trying to draw Nessa back out. And the best way Gina could think to do this was to not make that big of a deal about the psychic-thing.
"I mean, I can't of thought anything too, too weird, 'cuz you're still here, right? So I've done pretty well at keeping the cuckoo-craziness under wraps, I think."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 6, 2017 23:39:29 GMT -6
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Gina bobbled her head vigorously as Nessa mentioned wanting to meet her Mom.
"I think the feeling's mutual," the curly-headed gargoyle assured her girlfriend, "I've told her so much about you, after all." Nessa being the first committed relationship that'd reached Pamela's ears in about, oh, easily a few years, of course Pamela would be excited. With how Gina gushed every now and again, who wouldn't be? Besides, it was a mom's job to give new S.O.'s the third degree.
Gina had delved into the menu when Nessa spoke-up.
>> ”That sounds amazing, Gina. I’d really like that. But… first, before we can make any big plans, I really think we need to talk.”
Gina was by no means a suspicious personality, but the phrase "we need to talk" got her attention. It was as though Nessa held a string connected to the gargoyle's chin, and those four words pulled her chin, and her eyes, from the menu. So serious. Gina gave an inquiring smile, her eyebrows arching.
"Hm?"
>> ”There’s something I’ve been really needing to tell you. I should have told you before now, but I’m used to keeping this to myself. I really hope—”
Gina's smile flattened into a confused line, her lips rolling together. The gears were obviously turning. Was it anti-mutant parents? That sometimes happened, and come to think of it, Gina had never heard say of Nessa's parents. Or maybe she was secretly Jehovah's Witness, but then why would she ask about holiday plans? Unless she was just being supportive. The gargoyle swore up and down to herself that she'd never force Nessa to do Christmas things, but... gosh, it just sounded so romantic, didn't it?
"Hi! Are you ready to order?"
Gina's attention snapped to the waitress, and the poor gargoyle gave a small, distressed, "Ah! Take my order second!" She'd been so busy talking she hadn't chosen any rolls. Nessa ordered like a pro, which meant the gargoyle floundered a bit before declaring, "May please get... a small Miso soup... a Spider Roll... and-- oo! The Honey Dew, please?" She was going to get something else, but that roll had mango in it. She hadn't seen a mango roll before!
"Anything else?"
The gargoyle shook her head, smiling towards Nessa. The waitress assured the women that their order would be right out, and Gina returned her attention to Nessa, her mind still entertaining what the big secret could have possibly been.
"So~" the gargoyle prodded, sliding her hands over the tabletop.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 4, 2017 21:03:37 GMT -6
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Though sanctioned by the Syndicate, the actual attendance by Syndicate members was relatively low. Most members had assignments, and Poseidon had them doing them, so they didn't have time to attend base events such as wrestling matches.
Khalil's assignment was to be here, however. Fights like these attracted all sorts of scum-- talented scum, rich scum, scum with connections-- it was the scarlet-skinned man's job to wade through the crap and make those connections. Pull people with real potential and alert Poseidon to the potential assets at-hand. Make sure rival gang-members didn't show-up or start trouble, or interrupt their matches.
He was dressed for the part of a Syndicate representative. His curtains of onyx hair had been fastened into a clean ponytail at the base of his skull. He donned a well-fitting suit-and-tie of a predominantly grey-and-black color palette, and wore only the finest gold jewelry. If he dared say so himself (and boy, did Khalil dare), he looked sexy as hell.
He was standing ringside, apart from the raucous spectators. His honey-gold eyes lingered on the stage as the announcer got the crowd pumped, heralding the reigning champion in. A smile quirked at the demon's mouth when the four-armed behemoth charged out. He was good for revenue, a crowd favorite. The demon pitied whoever his challenger might be.
The gargoyle smiled at the offer, looking at Nessa through her lashes.
"I guess that'd be alright," she said, as if it was some big accomodation that the gargoyle was making. The whole arrangement sounded like a winning compromise to Gina. Sleeping at Nessa's house, using her lap as a pillow, with fingers running through her hair? Sold! No contest! Why did she even go home anyways?
She sipped the ice-water casually as Nessa explained that she would happily provide any form of break that her petite girlfriend required.
Gina's eyes glittered in response, in understanding.
"Even in the wee hours of the night?" the gargoyle asked, only partially for the sake of absurdity. Though she was integrated into a diurnal society, she was mostly nocturnal. This rang particularly true on the weekends, and thus made the question a somewhat valid one.
Gina listened as the older brunette spoke of all the happenings in her place of business, about coworkers on holiday and recordiing sessions and merchandise. It all seemed like another world to Gina, but that just made it all the more interesting. To think that her girlfriend was internet-famous. She was wholly oblivious to any implications that "a thing" might hold. Gina assumed Nessa meant a video game "thing" that didn't warrant explaining. She similarly did not suspect the sudden conversational change of direction. Gina, likewise, lacked a mental pop-up blocker and changed topics on a dime.
The gargoyle brightened at the mention of "holidays".
Though Halloween had its perks, Christmas was hands-down Gina's favorite holiday. It felt so magical, especially in a big city like New York, and you got to see family and by gifts for loved ones and then there was snow and- and-
She just really liked Christmas, okay?
"Sleep?" the gargoyle said brightly. She grinned at that, before clarifying, "I'm not really sure yet... probably staying put? Mom's going to try and fly out, I think, but I don't know if that's happening on Christmas-proper." Pamela had four children to divide her time between, after all, and a shop to watch. Even if Jameson (the middle brother) could watch the shop, Max and Dante weren't exactly nearby, and...
"I don't exactly make things easy, being all the way out on the East Coast."
She sighed, cracking open the menu that lay before her. It had been left untouched and, honestly, if the gargoyle didn't start making choices, she wouldn't be prepared for when the waiter or waitress returned. Before she even began to read, however, an idea surfaced in Gina's mind.
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Nov 2, 2017 20:10:16 GMT -6
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Gina listened attentively as Kalos spoke, a patient smile crossing her lips as the two crossed into the living room. There was an unoccupied pair of seats. Gina took the small armchair, setting her machine down on the floor. She stepped up onto the cushion, then sat down with her legs folded beneath her, and tail wrapped around them. Something was so familiar about these couches, like the couches at home.
As she pulled her sketchbook out of her bag, Gina thanked her lucky stars that this Halloween was a good year for princess sewing patterns. It felt like there was far more variety than the past year(s). Gina cracked open her sketchbook, fished out a pencil, and surveyed Kalos.
"Where are you from?" the gargoyle asked, her tone lilting and conversational. With her talk of mad kings and Atlantean dress, it seemed like a fair question to ask. To the best of her knowledge, there were no toga-clad kings in Atlanta...
Gina touched her pencil to her paper, drawing a quick outline of a child.
"I can show you what some queen's might wear here, and you can tell me what you think, okay?" the gargoyle offered. The first aspect was a poofy skirt, which had an overlay over the main piece of fabric. Along the top, Gina drew a vagely v-shaped line, where the top would connect to the skirt. She drew a scoop neck and, over the shoulders, big round sleeves. The gargoyle's gaze flickered to the child's shoulders. She had some huge spines coming out of them, so the extra fabic would be beneficial.
Gina drew a little smiley face on the figure, before showing it to Kalos. There was nothing signifying lace or trims... she'd get to that, Kalos's judgement determining.
"Some queens dress like this," Gina explained, "In dresses that have huuuuuge skirts and big, poofy sleeves."
Posted by Gina Schuyler on Oct 30, 2017 17:17:46 GMT -6
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Gina smiled at Nessa as she summarized the situation so aptly. Yes, that kid really had taken full advantage of how industrious his other groupmates had been. A little pout touched her features when Nessa spoke of little affections that had fallen by the wayside following Gina’s decision. She could have had her hair played with. That would have been so nice.
“But couch naps are inevitable,” Gina complained playfully. It was true—she would often splay out on the couch on her stomach or on her side, head on the arm rest, often without covers. She liked napping on the couch because couches were shallow, so her wings didn’t bend at odd angles when she slept on her side. That, and naps often snuck up on her with a vengeance. She’d lay down for “just a moment” and it’d turn into a nap for hours, “But I will—definitely—take you up on the playing with my hair.”
A waitress drifted by the table, poured a glass of water unbidden, which received a faint word of thanks from the gargoyle. She was mid-sip when Nessa spoke again.
>> ”So… the semester’s going well then? Your new, needy girlfriend isn’t being too much of a distraction?”
The gargoyle shook her head, covering her mouth as she swallowed her most recent swig of water.
“Babe,” Gina sighed, when she’d finally finished her first sip of water, “I’d hardly call you a distraction. More like…” her brain rifled for the best way to say it, “A quiet moment in my noisy life.” The opposite of a distraction! A good thing! A great thing. The gargoyle nodded, pleased with her description. A taloned hand glanced the menu without cracking it open.
“Honestly though, I think… I think everything’s going well?” Gina clarified, “The semester is hectic, but everyone says the difficulty ramps-up junior year… and I don’t feel like I’m struggling per se… I think it’s good!”
As good as midterms could be, that is.
“How’s the channel?” Gina said in return. It wasn’t exactly something that was relevant to her interests—she didn’t play video games, and didn’t understand a lot of it—but since Nessa was actively involved in The Pow Block Party, the gargoyle had been dabbling. She wanted to be up-to-date on things that were an integral part of Nessa’s personal (and professional) life. She wanted to be… well-versed, for lack of a better way to put it.
If Levi gets into NYU, our two college kiddos (Gina and Levi) will have to meet!