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.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 30, 2013 13:07:19 GMT -6
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"Bedside manner, huh?" He looked at her like that had been an interesting and surprising addition to the conversation. A corner of his mouth turned up slightly, and his voice took on a teasing tone. "Well. Don't know. I've been told I have perfectly fine manner in be-- oh! You meant medically speaking!" He cut himself off. "Yeah," he clicked his tongue. "Probably not. Although if you ever need someone to help you out when you've broken a hip, I'm your man. Took care of an auntie, once. She thought I was the nicest young man."
He was glad she thought he hadn't bungled something. That would have been a damning thing for a partner to say. 'No, Ashton, you screwed up! You should have been a doctor. One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish! You'd have been rich, oh, not that doctor, my mistake!' But no, she'd said nothing of the sort.
He was teasing her. He knew she could give as good as she got.
All their banter had helped pass the time. The barkeep approached them, carrying their 'pizza', which he'd have put quotations about, if he'd had to describe. He nodded professionally at them as he set it down. "Your pie," he said. Then brought them plates and silverware.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2013 14:38:06 GMT -6
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"Oh come on." Quin groaned while Ashton was talking. She was an interrupter, but only when he was being ridiculous. Her statement didn't need a response though, so that was okay.
She was still trying to figure out what else to say when the pizza showed up and rescued her for the time being. "Mmmmmm." the redhead said, as the barkeep walked away and went to work dishing up a piece of the pie for herself and for Ashton.
"See...can't eat this like pizza in New York...I'd like to see you try to fold it in half."
The first bite was incredible...the second was better, the cheese stretching from the table all the way to Quin's mouth as she ate. "And I walked right into that, commenting on your bedside manner."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 30, 2013 14:57:17 GMT -6
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"Right into it," Ashton smirked. "So well, I thought it was a setup for some sort of joke and was like "Well played."
She was right. It was totally impossible to pick it up and fold that slice over. If he tried, it'd spill all over the table and over his face. It was practically pizza stew. It looked amazing. A pizza with cheese, and sauce, and cheese and sauce. Yeah, no way he was even going to try picking that up.
"I," Ashton announced. "Am impressed." And on that note, he sawed into it to give it a taste. He maintained his stance after the first bite, and spent the next several moments chewing it over. He washed it down with some more of his lager... and realized his glass was nearly empty. He'd need a refill soon.
"If you can make something like this, Quin..." He noted, tone dead serious. "I'll never make fun of your middle name again."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2013 16:58:04 GMT -6
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”Can I get that in writing?” Quin asked, even knowing that there was no way she’d be able to reproduce what was sitting in front of them. It was too thick, too melty, the crust was too melt in your mouth delicious. It simply wasn’t going to happen.
Ashton was impressed, and he had every reason to be. The pizza was small, but there was far too much for the two of them to eat. There would definitely be leftovers to take back to the hotel as a midnight snack or breakfast tomorrow.
”So anyway,” she said between bites, picking up the pitcher and refilling Ashton’s glass, they’d need a new pitcher soon. ”We were talking about families. I didn’t know you had a sister.”
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 30, 2013 18:41:46 GMT -6
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>>”Can I get that in writing?” Quin asked.
"Can I get that in pizza?" Ashton quipped.
Quin filled his glass, and he drank from it gratefully. "Thanks," he murmured. "And we were. Yeah. Her name is Alice. She's my older sister. Taught me to keep my nose clean, and out of other peoples businesses. Ironically, she's a therapist. Do you have any siblings?" Ashton laughed.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2013 18:58:30 GMT -6
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Ashton spoke for a moment, and Quin ate and drank, she'd respond in kind to all of his statements when she'd finished chewing.
He finished, and she took her turn at talking.
Could he get it in pizza? "Only if you move here. I do owe you an apology though...I very well may have ruined pizza forever. Though...Mike's is pretty high up there. You couldn't eat this every day."
His sister was a therapist, and Quin could barely keep herself from making a comment about that...it might have come across as snide though, and that was the last thing she wanted, so she merely nodded her head in acknowledgement.
"How much older is she? Does this mean you've got nieces and nephews?" she smiled, "And I'm an only child, an accident in fact. My parents were planning to be the environmentally conscious married adults with no children. It worked out great for me. I got spoiled and didn't have to share a room."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 30, 2013 20:58:32 GMT -6
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Ashton shook his head, chuckling at the thought that she'd ruined pizza forever. "That'd be impossible." Sometimes, he liked reheated cardboard. He was a connoisseur. She'd probably think him a savage. Or... messed up in the head.
My, but those were a lot of questions and a lot of data.
"Two years older," He answered. "And yeah, I think we've got some of those. Her husband is an astronomer. His name is Frank. She's Mrs. Sagan."
He wouldn't touch the 'spoiled' comment with a ten foot pole. He would, however, take another drink.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2013 21:07:31 GMT -6
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So. Ashton was not a doting uncle. Quin pursed her lips at that information, wondering what kind of Aunt she'd have been if she'd had a sister who had procreated. It would have been interesting being around young ones that were related by blood...but it hadn't been in the cards.
"Good for them. I'll bet their kids do just fine."
They'd run out of things to talk about as far as family was concerned, and considering they'd been partners all this time, it was mildly surprising that they'd never broached this subject in any detail before. Quin did some calculations in her head and whistled a low whistle before taking another drink.
"We're going on three years at this, and I just found out that you have a sister. What kind of partners are we?"
She mused on that, and took another drink. "And why don't I have a shield...for that matter?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 30, 2013 22:02:10 GMT -6
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Quin chuckled and focused on food for a few moments after that smooth exchange, toasting Ashton when he said that they needed to talk to someone about her Shield.
It was a matter of all sorts of things falling into place. There had to be the budget for a Detective's salary, the candidate had to have completed at least two years of internship with the department she wanted to work with...
Quin had done her part...now the stars just needed to be aligned. As they ate and chatted, the pizzaria filled up. The dinner rush was on now, and tables that had been empty minutes before were filling up. Something caught Quin's eye and she nudged Ashton under the bar with her foot.
"Is that Lieutenant Murphey and that dude with the crazy coat?"
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 30, 2013 22:26:31 GMT -6
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He turned. Wasn't sure. It sure looked like them. Right height. Right hair colors, skin complexion. But their outfits were different, the blonde was wearing a hat, and he couldn't see their eyes. It was almost as if they were avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. Everyone, that was, except each other. And he certainly hadn't excepted them to be lovers. So maybe the fact that they were holding hands and staring deeply into each other's eyes as they laughed and found themselves a table was the damning nail in the coffin to her theory. Or maybe--
They kissed. Then turned, so that Ashton and Quin both got a good head-on look at them for a moment, caught the bartender's attention. Said their order. Then, they sat down and returned their focus to each other. He brushed his foot against her's under the table.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 31, 2013 21:04:42 GMT -6
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>>"And I suppose that's getting down to business...but I hadn't pegged the two of them for an item." Quin said.
"Yeah," Ashton said, hand over his mouth. "I hadn't pegged them for an item, either." He discretely avoided looking their way. The man focused on his pizza, instead. Or, the tiny portion that was left. They'd gotten a lot done while they'd been working. His stomach was getting fuller.
In-house dating. Cops dating other cops. "Usually, it's discouraged," Ashton answered Quin's question quietly. "Maybe they're worried they'll get caught... although personally, I don't think there's anything wrong with it." He commented, contemplative, eyes on his pizza. His fork speared another bite. Now, it was just the bite and crust on his plate.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 31, 2013 21:35:00 GMT -6
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Well, it just went to show that there was no telling what was going on outside of the precinct. For a few moments, Quin just mused over that while she poked at a pepper that had fallen out of her pizza. She wondered if people at the station talked. If they'd talked even before anything happened.
Ashton spoke some more, and Quin nodded her head even if he couldn't see it and sighed a deep sigh at his words.
"I wonder if a bomb went off." she said, before she could stop herself.
Eyes widening, Quin turned to look at Ashton, cheeks probably the same color as her hair, "I mean...yeah. I agree, I don’t see why it would be a big deal..."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 31, 2013 21:45:25 GMT -6
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He'd been thinking about his ex. Well, ex-living ex, if you wanted to call it that. Eve. He hadn't even been thinking about anything involving the two of them. Apparently, Quin had. His eyes shot up to meet her's for a second, saw the dinner plates, the baboon-butt cheeks flushed red. Heard her cover herself.
"Yeah," Ashton said, lowering his eyes to his crust to give her some privacy time so she could recover. "If not somethin' big, then a catalyst. And time."
The bartender moved to bring the happy couple their order, a pair of steak sandwiches and a pitcher. He followed it up with a glass each. Ashton stuffed his crust in his mouth.