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 Aug 1, 2013 19:36:45 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
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Mugen
"Alright, barkeep." He turned towards the bartender.
"Frank." He said.
"Frank," Ashton agreed. "Frank. Can you box this up for us? We want to play some pool." He gestured at the pizza. The bartender eyed it, nodded, glanced at the pitcher. Looked to them. Ashton hugged his glass towards himself defensively, as if the man had just suggested he clean up the spot for them and take it away. "Leave the pitcher," He feigned offended. "We'll be back."
"Okay," Frank said, taking their food. He turned on a dime and walked away.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 1, 2013 20:06:22 GMT -6
Haven
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Jules
Quin giggled as Ashton hugged his beer glass to his chest and arranged things so that they could go and play pool and come back for pizza and paying later. He'd even thought to tell Frank to leave the pitcher.
When they were ready, Quin stood up and blinked. How strong was that beer? She was just a little wobbly. How many had she had so far? Two? Three? Ten?
Oh well, it didn't matter. Pool was fun!
"I'm a really good student." she said, "But I'm never going to learn anything if you just sit here and hug your glass all night."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 1, 2013 20:46:20 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
872
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Sept 20, 2024 14:57:11 GMT -6
Mugen
Without preamble, Ashton drained his drink and set it back on the counter with a light 'clack'. A sleeve brushed against his mouth as he wiped it, then he grinned at her.
"You might. But I'm not sure it'd be the right things," he joked.
The accent his Irish father had taught him through the simple act of growing up in an Irish family had slipped a little more into his speech, as it was wont to do when he'd gotten a little drink in him. It was very light, mainly hinting at the accent with the ends of his words, and how he pronounced some letters and sounds.
He pushed off the counter and onto his feet, then caught her hand with his right. Soles would scrape, or soles would walk. Either way, he was leading her to the pool table as a man of action. He smirked back at her as they walked, set her free when they got there, and snagged a couple chalked up cues, one for each. He leaned his safely against the wall, then handed the redhead her own.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 1, 2013 20:54:14 GMT -6
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Jules
More laughing, more fun as Ashton pulled her to the pool table. They were going to need more beer, eventually, because learning a new game was hard work and made a person thirsty.
Ashton handed Quin a cue and she resisted the urge to spin it like she would a bo in a dojo. It was a difficult thing because it's simply what her hands wanted to do. If she could wield this thing like a deadly weapon, surely she could use it to knock some pool balls around. How hard could it be?
"Rack 'em up!" she said, reaching under the table to pull the rack from its cubby and tossing it onto the table, then making her way around to pull the balls from the pockets.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 1, 2013 21:08:06 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
872
14
Sept 20, 2024 14:57:11 GMT -6
Mugen
The balls got racked, the table was set. He told Quin how to hold the cue briefly, then had her try a few shots. They went poorly. As he reset the table, gathering up the balls in the center, Ashton smirked. Her form had been garbage. Stepping up behind Quin, Ashton moved to correct it.
"Not quite," He said through a smile. "Your form is off. Here, let me show you."
His hands pushed her arms and rearranged her fingers. He made sure she was standing right. Kept close. Watching her like a hawk. He got her set up for the proper form, and directed her attention to where she should be aiming. Into her ear, he said "Now, try again."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 1, 2013 21:23:29 GMT -6
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Jules
Apparently...her form was rubbish. Quin wanted to argue, through years of Aikido training she'd been told time and time again that she had excellent form. On the shooting range, her form was fantastic too, all of her instructors in academy said so.
Form, was one thing that Quincy Archer did well.
Except...apparently not. Apparently her pool form was terrible. Apparently Ashton needed to show her how to do things right. Quin played along, he supposedly knew what he was doing...and besides, Ashton always smelled good. Like cologne and cinnamon. There were worse things than being helped....besides, she relished a chance for the student to topple the master.
He was watching her now, and Quin tried to remember everything he had said about form, about line of sight, about the amount of pressure to put into the strike.
And strike she did! The ball sailed down the table and smashed into the racked pool balls. The scattered, and to Quin it didn't look like they'd done anything all too much different. Quin straightened and looked at Ashton, "Is that good?"
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 1, 2013 21:49:24 GMT -6
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Mugen
"Better," He said, as she glanced back at him. He smiled.
"You know what they say about practice, though. Want me to show you how you line it up again? You can practice on them, post-break." There was no reason they had to rack them up again on every strike. That... would be tedious. And it'd be some time before she got good at controlling how all the balls spun when they broke. Thems the breaks, He thought wryly to himself.
Part of him hoped she'd need a hands-on teaching lesson again, a part of him his brain didn't really acknowledge. Something about the nape of her neck.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 2, 2013 15:58:07 GMT -6
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Jules
See. She had done much better. Quin was pleased with herself and nodded, accepting Ashton's offer for one more demonstration. It wouldn't hurt anything, and like he said, she could practice on the other balls after she'd broke this time.
"I know the goal with the other balls is different, since you want to knock them down the holes...but is there anything different about the shot when you're not breaking?" she asked.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 2, 2013 16:22:24 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Sept 20, 2024 14:57:11 GMT -6
Mugen
"Usually," Ashton got behind Quin again, moving her so she was in prime aiming position. "One player aims for solids, while the other aims for stripes. And they try to get their balls in... before the other balls. See?" He lined her up with a solid. "You can be solids."
He stepped back to give her some space. "Also, don't aim for the eight ball. If you get it in before all the other balls, you lose!"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 2, 2013 17:05:09 GMT -6
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Jules
"I know about stripes and solids." Quin said, "And the eight ball. I was more curious about the form. It's okay though, I think I've got it." she said, bending to aim as Ashton stepped away.
Satisfied with her projected trajectory, the redhead struck the cue ball and sent it flying at the red 7 ball, which had situated itself by the right side pocket after her break. The shot was a little off, but nudged the ball enough that it fell into the cup!
"I think I've got it!" she said with a grin, more than pleased with herself as she straightened to admire her work.
"I do believe this means I get another turn. You may regret teaching me your tricks Ashton."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 2, 2013 17:24:21 GMT -6
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Mugen
Was that some cockiness he detected in his young apprentice? Brand spanking new to the sport, and she was already acting like she was the protege who would surpass the master. In her personal life, she was always the best at what she did, or one of the best. Martial arts, shooting, detecting. Her pride was showing. Well, what was it they said about 'pride goeth'? Maybe she needed to get challenged before her head got bigger than the table.
"Oh?" Ashton exhaled the question. "Do you want to bet on that?" Did she want to make this a legit game?
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 2, 2013 17:28:13 GMT -6
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Jules
Quin looked at the table as Ashton proposed his bet. Most of her balls were in pretty close proximity to the cups, and it didn't look like any trick shots would be necessary to get them where they needed to go if she did a little geometry and took the long shot over the short from time to time.
If she stuck to what her partner had shown her, eyes gleaming and head still slightly fuzzy, Quin smirked in Ashton's generation direction. "You're on. What did you have in mind as the wager?"
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 2, 2013 17:33:43 GMT -6
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Mugen
A laugh escaped him. He hadn't a single clue! "Oh, we can figure that out later," He swaggered over to his pool cue. "For now, it's still your turn, so make your shot. Then, I'll show you just how many light years y'are behind me, lass."
Lass. He'd just tossed on the lass for good measure. He didn't actually talk like that to dames.
He checked to see that his cue was chalked up. It was. Then, turned his attention back to Quin. Admired her form.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 2, 2013 17:57:34 GMT -6
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Jules
Fair enough. Quin trusted her partner enough to take a bet without knowing what the stakes were. He'd be fair.
Aiming again, and full aware that she was not going to be getting any more help, Quin bent, lined up her shot, and struck the cue ball. Off it went, right where she'd aimed, striking the 2 ball that had stopped its movement about 8 inches from the left, corner pocket. In that silly little blue ball went...but the redhead had hit the cue ball too hard and it followed right into the pocket.
"That's bad...isn't it?" she said with a deep frown...she remembered something from the rules when she'd played many years before...but not what the penalty was. Hopefully it wasn't like the 8 ball....
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 2, 2013 18:13:30 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
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Sept 20, 2024 14:57:11 GMT -6
Mugen
"Scratch," Ashton said. He grinned at her. "You lose your turn, and i get to replace the ball and shoot it from anywhere behind the scratch line."
He walked around the table to fetch the ball from where it had rolled. Fingers gripped it tightly as he walked back around to where he wanted to shoot from, set the ball down, and set a shot up. It was good. Quin got the smuggest smile he had.