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.
Nate knew there was no point to having a car in New York; between trains, traffic, and pedestrians, it was a slow, dangerous way to travel. This did not change the cursing he did at how badly he wanted a way to move faster than he could run. The entire dash was a blur really; he may have actually hurdled over a couple on a picnic cloth in the park.
To be honest, he probably did not have to move with such urgency; Quin was the one who called him, so at the very least she was conscious and stable enough that the hospital let her make the call. If anything, he was probably making up for feeling useless hearing about what happened after the fact. Some maniac attacked his girlfriend and her partner came and rescued her and Nate could do all of jack.
He came through the hospital doors and tried to compose himself; hospital staff weren't fond of manic guests. (Nate remembered that from his time "working" in a hospital.) He asked about Quin and the nurse at the desk was surprisingly helpful.
He walked quickly through halls before finding the door number in question.
He poked his head around the doorframe to make sure it was her room. Sure enough, he saw her red hair as she was looking away toward the window, her body sitting up on a collection of pillows. "Hey Quin, it's me... I'm here for you." Late.
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The hospital had been…a hospital. Doctors had poked, prodded, poked some more, CT scanned, lung listened, and reflex tested. Ashton had been bustled off somewhere else to get his bruises looked at and the next couple of hours had been a complete blur.
She was stuck here for the night. Something about being nearly drowned in a bucket of beer and resuscitated made doctors nervous enough to want to observe a person for the night. It had been quiet, and the landscape out her window had reminded Quin that she had a call to make.
Nate had responded exactly how she figured he would, and Quin had settled into the bed making herself comfortable while he was on his way.
She hadn’t had to wait long.
Nate’s voice rang out and Quin smiled at her window, wincing slightly as she turned to face him. He wasn’t going to like what he saw.
”Hey….” she said, awkwardly patting the side of her bed with her splinted arm.
Watching her turn toward him broke his heart a little; she was quite beaten up. Her arm was in a sling, and she was scratched and scraped and bruised; needless to say, Quin had seen better nights. She patted the spot next to her on the bed. He smiled knowing she wanted him close.
He sat carefully, avoiding her injured arm, and being generally cautious with her; he did not know the extent of her injuries, and it would have been a tragedy if he hugged his girlfriend just to discover she had a broken rib or something. Instead, he brushed stray strands of red hair away from her face, being aware not to brush against any wounds. He sighed and smiled; "You definitely aren't boring, I'll give you that."
He rested his free hand on her non-slinged hand. "How are you holding up?" Probably a stupid question; it was a pretty rough day.
Nate could not tell if it was present or his mind was tricking him because it knew what happened, but he could swear he detected the faintest scent of beer lingering. This pondering was something he decided to keep to himself; men have been smacked for comments less stupid than that.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 20, 2011 10:27:44 GMT -6
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The smile on her face when Nate moved into the room and sat on the edge of Quin’s bed was almost sincere. As the adrenaline, and exhaustion, and alcohol had worn off, other things had started worming their way in.
It almost made Quin sick to think about just how long strange things had been going on that had been a result of Maurice and his presence in her life. She’d never known. He’d been watching her.
Boring. She wasn’t boring.
”Occupational hazard of dating a cop…” Quin said, not missing the irony in the fact that this whole situation had had almost nothing to do with police work.
How was she holding up?
Quin shrugged. ”Okay, I guess.” she said. It was almost true. Her whole body hurt, from head to toe, and while she hadn’t had the chance to look in a mirror, Quin had a feeling from the tenderness in her face that she wasn’t exactly a pretty sight.
”How bad do I look?” she asked. ”Nobody around here will tell me the truth, and I haven’t had the heart to look in the bathroom mirror yet.”
"How bad do I look?" Oh boy, that was not a question he was hoping to hear. She specifically said she wanted the truth, but it was not often in the boyfriend handbook to use phrases like, "You look like hell." He surveyed her; there was a black eye, a split lip, and a big bruise on her cheek. Her wrist was also splinted and her legs were under covers, but he assumed she noticed whatever damage was not on her face. "You look... he thought carefully, "Like you just went two rounds with Mayweather." He prayed she was able to handle a little humor in the situation; you had to find light in a dark situation.
He rested a hand on the cheek that did not have a large bruise on it. "It could be a lot worse; I'm just happy that you're... you know, okay." The meaning of that went without saying; to Nate's understanding, this Elephant Man had developed a longstanding trend of leaving women... well, less alive than Quin. "So I'm guessing they're keeping you overnight?" Asked the King of stupid obvious questions.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 20, 2011 16:30:50 GMT -6
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”That bad, huh?” Quin said, sighing a bit at Nate’s ascertation of her injuries.
”I was so dumb…I never leave the door unlocked, and I just marched right in with my hands full.”
The redhead leaned back against her pillows. ”I might as well have put a sign around my neck as an invitation.” Truth be told, it galled her that she’d basically ignored every rule in the book and paid for it pretty dearly.
Nate asked if she had to stay the night in the hospital and Quin nodded her head, leaning into the warm hand on her cheek.
”They take that whole…’needing cpr after being drowned in a bucket of beer’ thing pretty seriously around these parts.”
As to being okay…
”Yeah. I was lucky Ashton had called me about something at work….otherwise.” The statement hung heavy, not needing to be finished.
It was tough seeing Quin be so hard on herself; to be so meticulous all the time and slip up once in the worst way... it could rattle her to the core. Letting this situation get in her head could ruin her as a cop. "This was your own apartment; the situation was unexpected. Don't blame yourself."
Her partner, Ashton, was the one reason Nate still had a girlfriend. As terrible as it felt to depend on another man to defend Quin, Nate was still grateful. (Well, maybe begrudgingly so.) "I'll have to thank Ashton; I'm really glad he could help when I couldn't." He tried to hide the feeling of uselessness in his voice. This was no time for self pity.
Besides, like it or not, there was no way he could have been able to sense Quin was in trouble. The best thing he could do now was be there for her through this. "You know, I've been stuck at the hospital overnight alone before. I didn't care for it." He squeezed her good hand lightly. "Maybe it would be better with some company though? I mean, if you wanted, of course."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 20, 2011 19:45:48 GMT -6
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Quin simply nodded as Nate assured her that none of this had been her fault. It wouldn’t do any good for her to argue with him, but she knew otherwise. There were things she could have done, things she should have seen, at least if she was worth anything as a detective. She’d blown off all the warning signs that police point out when a woman is being stalked, and if it hadn’t been for Ashton it would have cost her her life.
In fact, it could have cost her life so many times…the flowers hadn’t been put in her apartment by her sup, neither had the post card. Maurice had been in there, while she was sleeping…the thought made the redhead shudder and she snuggled in closer to Nate where he sat on the side of her bed. He was taking the whole thing in stride, which was what she needed. If he’d come unglued and she’d have had to take care of him and herself…
It was just a good thing that wasn’t the case.
Apparently he’d had to stay in the hospital before, and Quin tucked the information away to ask about later. More importantly though…he was offering company.
”That would be amazing.” she admitted with a small smile.
He felt more comfortable now with his role; he was there for her, and she nuzzled up next to him. He kissed her forehead; knowing his company was welcome for the night was a reminder... he was important to someone.
Their tender moment was intruded on by a man holding flowers. The man did not introduce himself, but Nate could guess that it was Quin's partner. Nate could have been suspicious or jealous of the man for bringing flowers, but he owed the man too much not to extend some good will. Besides, he knew where he stood with Quin.
Nate stood from the bed to greet the man. "I was just letting Quin know I'd stick 'round with her for the night. You must be Ashton, right?" He extended his hand offering a handshake. "I don't know how to thank ya, man. I'm Nate; Quin's boyfriend." Nate was not sure if Quin divulged aspects of her social life like a significant other to her partner, but Nate was going to be very clear of where he stood. You know, just in case.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 23, 2011 1:46:39 GMT -6
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And then Ashton was there. With flowers. Asking what was amazing.
The awkwardness of the situation was not lost on the redhead in the hospital bed as Nate got up, explained, and introduced himself. As her boyfriend.
That was fine, and Quin smiled, nodding her head. Ashton had heard enough about Nate in recent history that none of this should have been a surprise.
The introductions finished, and Quin leaned around Nate, smiling at her partner.
”It’s me who should be getting you flowers.” she said, then held up her splinted wrist. ”Doc said it’s not broken…should be back on the beat in no time.”
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 25, 2011 15:54:28 GMT -6
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>>I'm Nate; Quin's boyfriend.
I'm Nate; Quin's boyfriend.
I'm Nate; Quin's boyfriend....
With each echoing rendition in his mind, the Southern accent grew dumber. He wasn't sure why.
The man had offered a shake. Shifting the flowers to his left hand, Ashton warily shook with his right. The grip was weak, without enthusiasm. Just going through the motions. "No problem." He said simply. He suddenly had the feeling he ought to go.
This was most certainly, undeniably awkward. And he was not sure why. All he knew was, this Nate guy was someone he did not trust.
Like a ray of sunshine, Quin warmed the cold subject and tried to chase the shadows away.
Ashton smiled at her. "That's great, Archer." It was. "You'll probably be back right about when I am."
Nate could not shake that he was channeling Kealey for a moment, because it was like he could feel Ashton's feelings towards him flooding the room. The handshake was half-hearted at best; this was almost a surprise to Nate, who was half-expecting a macho vicegrip.
He was not sure if it was the instant animosity from Ashton, but Nate had a hard time trusting Ashton. Thankfully, Quin was so trustworthy, Nate wasn't worried He respectfully sat down, this time in a chair next to the bed. No need to make things more awkward by sitting in the bed with her. He did, however, rest a hand on her shoulder lightly. (He did not want to hurt her, especially in front of this guy...)
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So yeah. There was a little tension there. Some definite measures being taken. Nate and Ashton stared at each other, shook hands, and Nate sat back down. This time in a chair. His hand came down on her shoulder, and Quin looked back to smile at him. They’d just have to stop being silly boys.
What was that Ashton had said before?
Oh right.
”So you weren’t hurt too bad.” she said with a smile. ”That’s good. Are they drowning you in paperwork at the station?” They probably were…it’s kind of how these things worked. ”Or talking too much trash about how I let someone get the jump on me yet?”
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 25, 2011 22:09:22 GMT -6
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It was a good thing he was focused on people in the room that mattered (like Quin), or else he would have been slightly annoyed by the proximity that Nate guy was emphasizing with his 'girlfriend'.
Or maybe he just didn't trust him. To reiterate, no idea why.
Some guys, you just don't like.
It was getting to be a broken record at this point. Good thing he was focusing on Quin, and not that.
Ashton nodded. "I wasn't hurt too badly." He agreed. The smile faltered slightly for the next comment. "But no, I'm not at back on-duty yet. Taking some time off. On the chief's recommendation. Basic policy." For when an officer on-duty kills someone. "In situations like that." He used nicer words. Ashton shook his head. "I have to go to therapy, too." To use nicer words, he had to go to a head shrink. He made an exaggerated nod he did not mean, and grinned at her. "It's reeeeeal fun."
