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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 19:58:15 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
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Involved with Nate
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Jules
The thin crack of light across the floor slid away as the door clicked shut. He walked across the floor of the apartment, away from the woman's bedroom. She'd been sleeping when he'd come to visit. She hadn't visited him in a while. It was so lonely when one had no visitors to call friends. And after he'd tried to be such a good host.
He'd left her a present, for when she woke up. Flowers, and a card. Maybe that counted as two presents? One could not avoid calling him a gentleman or gracious. He smiled to himself at the thought.
Humming cheerily, Maurice the elephant man walked out of Quincy Archer's front door, into the hall.
~~~
20 minutes later, the alarm in the redhead’s bedroom went off. 40 minutes after that she was on her way to work, the card from the flowers in her purse, along with a phone number and a thoughtful frown firmly in place on her face.
Surely those flowers hadn’t been there the night before, Quin repeated in her head, but surely her building sup had simply let a delivery man into her apartment to leave them. Surely when she talked to Nate later he’d tell her that they were from him, and surely they had nothing to do with the weird phone calls that she’d been getting with nothing but silence on the other end.
She was going to have the boys at the station run the number anyway. Just to see.
Quin groaned. After sensitivity training.
Into the precinct she went, and into the briefing room, looking for Ashton. If she had to go through this, she’d at least have someone to cut up with throughout the lecture.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 31, 2011 20:09:22 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
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Mugen
"Danana nananana nana nana nana nana, Bat guy!"
Ashton rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair. Someone was excited it was nearly Halloween, and acting five because of it. The squad member who was singing did his very best not to break into dance as he tapped his pen on a pad of paper in the meeting room.
Speakers sat in chairs by a podium at the head of the room.
Why was this training even required, Ashton wondered. So touchy-feely. Couldn't they get by on common sense.
He crossed his arms and looked obstinately at the lady getting ready to talk. The lady shuffled her notes, and failed to notice any dirty looks from all corners of the room. Good for her.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 20:20:40 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
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Straight
Involved with Nate
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Mar 6, 2022 9:05:01 GMT -6
Jules
Ah. There he was. Quin made her way through the slightly crowded room to the empty seat next to her partner. ”Thanks for saving me a seat.” she said, grinning as she sat. He probably hadn’t been saving her the seat, but he could have credit anyway.
Having slept as late as possible, Quin sat down and went to work on getting the red mass into a pony tail while the lady at the front of the room shuffled her notes and ignored everyone.
”I wonder if she realizes how pissed everyone is.” Quin asked, getting out her pen and notebook, the card in her purse catching her eye.
”Hey. How long does a call trace usually take if the person isn’t on the line?” she asked casually, adjusting her ponytail slightly.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 21:48:10 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
[color=buttercup]
Straight
Involved with Nate
854
65
Mar 6, 2022 9:05:01 GMT -6
Jules
Well. Her partner was in a fine mood this morning.
Quin simply had to grin.
Until Ashton asked if she was being stalked.
Quin shook her head, ”Nah. Just got someone calling and hanging up. Probably just an automated telemarketer that’s not playing right.” She didn’t mention the flowers. There was no reason to make a big deal out of the whole thing. ”Is that misappropriation of department resources?” she asked lightly.
The woman at the front of the room cleared her throat into the microphone and feedback echoed throughout the room from the speakers.
”Here we go….” Quin said, already setting up “the dot game” on the pad of paper she’d brought along.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 31, 2011 22:25:07 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
854
14
Apr 28, 2024 8:39:56 GMT -6
Mugen
>>”Is that misappropriation of department resources?”
"Probably." Came the burly reply.
"Ahem."
The woman up front cleared her throat. She looked like she'd gotten lost on the way to the library, with her horn-rimmed glasses like goggles, and her hair in a bun.
"I am here today to talk to you about seeensitivity!~" The woman drawled. She drew out the last word in her haughty British accent.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 22:46:41 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
[color=buttercup]
Straight
Involved with Nate
854
65
Mar 6, 2022 9:05:01 GMT -6
Jules
The woman drawled on.
Quin leaned back in her chair, yawning slightly and toying with her damp ponytail. “Sensitivity” training in a police department seemed so…out of touch with reality.
The redhead supposed there was a time, and a place, and reason for this sort of thing, but it just didn’t make sense when they could have been hunting down a killer.
Discretely, Quin nudged Ashton, then nodded at the ‘dot game’ board she’d set up.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 2, 2011 19:45:37 GMT -6
Haven
Asset of Haven
[color=buttercup]
Straight
Involved with Nate
854
65
Mar 6, 2022 9:05:01 GMT -6
Jules
Maybe Ashton was unfamiliar with the finer points of the dot game…but wow, he really kicked ass at tic-tac-toe. Even though she’d had the advantage in the first game with the middle space, he’d really given her a run for the money and taken his fair share of games as they played.
The woman up front was apparently a robot, because for the last…however long…the only sound had been her voice. Quin took a break from her game to glance around the room at all the sleeping, doodling, space staring, and phone typing that a person could possibly hope for in a meeting like this. At least their tick-tac-toe games showed some proof of life.
Suddenly people were clapping, and the Captain was getting up to speak on the podium about how glad they all were that the British woman had been able to come and help them out. Truth be told Cynthia Myers looked as aggravated about the whole thing as everyone else, but if the captain was grinning and bearing…Quin figured she could too. Besides, the second the Captain had hit the podium, all other nonsense had stopped.
Soon enough, they were released to actually go to work, and Quin clasped the number in her hand.
”I’m gonna go see if I can run this. See you at the desks.” Ashton had said it was probably misuse of resources, but Quin wanted to see for herself. Sure it was probably just a telemarketer, doing their job and being persistent, but something nagging in the back of her head said that she needed to check this out.
