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.
He was happy for her. Well, wasn't that just great?
"Well, I'm glad you feel better." Quin said, shaking her head slightly, what else was there to say? Sure, part of her wanted to be childish and throw the well wishes back in Ashton's face. She still didn't know why he was actually here. They didn't need to see each other any more, they didn't have to work together any more, there wasn't even any need for terse emails to exchange basic information.
It simply had to be a misplaced sense of personal guilt. Maybe now that the guilt had been assuaged, they could get on with their respective lives.
"Is that all?" she said, no heat in her voice. She hadn't even made it to the shower before he'd shown up, and some of the inevitable aches and pains of the night were beginning to make themselves known as adrenaline began to wear off.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 4, 2017 14:14:22 GMT -6
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He'd f$&@ed up. Maybe not entirely, maybe not indelibly, but he felt like he'd let some element of the conversation... slip. Her comment made it sound like his entire reason for coming to her had been to make HIM feel better. Had it been? That would take more time and self examination than he had to give.
People are selfish by nature. Blame the Id. It ain't an excuse. It can be. Deep down, we are all prone to wanting the things that give us cheap thrills. That make us feel good. Selfish desire. If he was selfish, then so be it. He certainly wasn't selfless. He had enough self to be regretful of his brusque choice to smooth over the subject with some boring comment like 'I'm really happy for you, Quin', which in hindsight was impossible for him not to hear repeated back in his mind in a high pitched, nasally, sing songy mockery of a voice. 'I'm really happy for you,' 'really happy~'. Really. He could have done better.
It was a wonder she hadn't raked him over the coals for his stupid comments. Her question, 'was that all', felt like a slap. A gentle one. But still... he needed to say more, to not just leave it how it was. How it was felt like he'd had some idiotic need to make himself feel better, out of some guilty conscience. When really, he'd wanted-- what had he wanted? The Id need not reply to that statement, however it might.
So-- was that all? About that topic, yeah, for the moment.
Ashton didn't answer her. He walked into her kitchen, and grabbed a dish towel, then wrapped an ice pack from the freezer. He came back out and handed it to her. He gave her a significant look.
"Can we talk about the bruise?" Ashton asked. "If I'm overstepping, tell me and I'll back the hell down. I just don't like the look of it." And more importantly, he mentally noted, that it was on her face.
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Apparently that wasn't all...but Ashton wasn't going to say anything else. He was just going to stand in her apartment like a mute and mull things over for a while. Vaguely she wondered what he'd do if she went off to take a shower, then thought better of the idea. Knowing her luck he'd still be standing there when she got out.
Finally it looked like he was on the move...but it was into the kitchen. "The door is actu...okay." she trailed softly as she heard fridge doors opening and closing. Had she sustained more head damage than she'd thought? Was this some kind of strange coma dream?
Ashton returned with a paper-towel wrapped ice-pack and Quin rolled her eyes and took it when offered. They were back to here.
It was so very tempting to simply tell Ashton again that her bruises and everything else were none of his damn business. They weren't. Who was he to be concerned anyway when she knew what she was doing and was doing a damn good job of it without the NYPD to hold her back. Pressing the ice gingerly against her face, Quin took a deep breath and sighed...the last thing she needed was him poking around into what she was doing.
Somehow lying didn't feel right, but what choice did she have? A PI "getting in the way" of the NYPD never went over well, and with all the bridges Quin had burned with her less than gracious exit...yeah. There just wasn't much choice.
"Sparring accident." she said simply, "A friend gave me an object lesson in why it's a bad idea to put all your eggs in one basket martial arts wise. I've been expanding my skill set." It was almost, kind of true. What she'd been doing tonight could have been considered extreme sparring. "More offensive disciplines involve fists and faces sometimes. No contact is generally the rule, but accidents happen." At least her clothes supported the idea that she'd been training.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 5, 2017 18:58:52 GMT -6
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He knew she wouldn't like it. He'd done it anyway. She was injured. It was one of the first things she should have done. Rather than talking with him. He would have understood. Ashton appreciated the fact that she took it, rather than, say, throwing it back in his face. She'd always been one of the most sensible women he had known.
Sense did not, of course, equate to truthfulness. He had no evidence to point towards her lying. He had his gut. His well-honed detective's gut. His 'suddenly self-conscious about his own stomach size' gut. The same gut that heard her rambling on about martial arts, and making a lot of detailed excuses rather than simply saying 'I accidentally hurt myself sparring with a friend'. If she'd just kept it simple, he wouldn't have even batted an eye.
People get injured occasionally during sparring. One would assume. He didn't know that for certain, seeing as he himself didn't practice any sort of martial arts. He had his basic close quarters combat, the stuff you train for as a police officer, but certainly not karate or aikido or the way of the fist. He wasn't as spiritual as her, with the chai tea or the tai chi. If things got close-quarters, he used his power to trade places, and people would up punching any old thing he saw just standing around. Someone had punched a pigeon once. That had been nice. Ultimately, if her sparring involved close quarters combat, and someone accidentally hit her, that was entirely up to her to decide if she was mad or not. He could care less... which added up to him caring a little bit. Was that odd?
Ashton decided her story was 'okay'... and that if she was stretching the truth, he didn't want to push her. Not the instant after he'd started earning back her trust, by getting her to speak with him. His face was entirely neutral when he replied to her. "Ah." Ashton said.
"Well, anyways." He moved on. "You're doing private eye stuff, now? Would it be weird if I considered hiring you on, if I ever encountered something where I could use a little extra help?" Ashton hadn't been planning to dive into those waters. The question had just sort of happened. It had been pretty aggravating, losing her off the case... and more importantly, they'd worked well together in the past. It was entirely legal, as far as he knew. So long as the reasons were justified, and she didn't break any laws. He supplied his final excuse. "You're good."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 8, 2017 17:31:14 GMT -6
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Ugh. Why did it feel like she’d just been caught lying by the principal?
Oh well. If Ashton was smart, he would take what she said at face value and be glad she hadn’t simply told him it was none of his business. Saying something had only been fair, the ice pack did feel good against her throbbing cheek. If it turned out Ashton had more to say on that matter, he didn’t say it, so maybe he had gotten at least a little smarter over the past few years. He did keep talking though, and Quin frowned thoughtfully at his words.
If people at the precinct knew that she was doing PI work, that might explain why her license was taking a bit longer than expected to get to her in the mail. It would also give her more time to get established at work before she had to worry about dealing with the NYPD. The petty part of Quin desperately wanted to get angry again...who was he to offer her handouts when she’d been the one to decide she was quitting…
This offer didn’t feel that way though. This felt like something else that Quin didn’t necessarily want to examine for the moment.
Still. She didn’t need too many misconceptions.
”It isn’t exactly like that.” she said levelly. ”I’m hired on full-time to do investigative work for a human-rights group in the city. I’ve got autonomy to a point, but it’s not exactly freelance work.”
Pragmatically speaking though...it might be nice to have someone in the NYPD as a contact.
”But I don’t see why we couldn’t help each other out from time to time if it would be mutually beneficial.”
There. Surely that was as good as it was going to get.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 21, 2017 19:05:22 GMT -6
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So, she wasn't a private investigator. Her realm was investigative work for a local human-rights group. That made him consider something. A human rights group needed investigative work? He turned the thought around in his mind for a moment, examining it. Yeah. He supposed she might be investigating human-rights violations. Something like that. He couldn't fault her if she personally thought it was doing more to help people than her old police force job. 'Human Rights' stuff is 'feel good.' Cop stuff is 'feel terrible'. And if her own people had been harrying her career, this sounded like it had more honest potential. At least, for Archer. Plus, as she said. It gave her autonomy. It was her business. He didn't dig into it more.
Ashton nodded at Archer's concession.
"I think that's about as good as I'll get, then." Ashton said, unintentionally mirroring her inner monologue. If the woman wasn't an official P.I., then helping her, or her helping him when it suited them was fair. She wasn't dismissing the idea in its entirety, simply because he'd misread the situation.
Ashton glanced at his watch, then back up to Archer. He nodded. "Guess I'll leave you to your own devices. It's getting late." He wanted to thank her, for not turning him away. It would have been weird, though. For both of them. Better he leave it how it was, and not let either party get any weepier or more emotional than he'd already gotten.