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 2, 2013 23:49:29 GMT -6
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Mugen
'She was the one who was supposed to be doing the kissing.' A part of his brain said 'well, okay then', and promptly shut off as she pounced him. Being slightly shorter than him, her position was precarious. One of stretching, and possibly standing on toes. As such, that part of his brain decided it was good to steady her with a hand on her side. Her arms had found his shoulders. That helped to steady her, too. His other hand rested on the back on her neck. Fingers cupped the back of her head as he kissed back.
It took him nearly a minute to realize what he was doing. When he did, he didn't like it. Not it as in the kissing. That was great. He disliked the dislike, disliked the fact that maybe he shouldn't be kissing her, felt like 'to hell with that thought'. So... to hell with that thought. It went away.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 3, 2013 0:08:53 GMT -6
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Oh man.
It was like it had been after the bomb had gone off. The kiss had started, and had taken on a life of its own. Hands were in hair, arms were laced around necks, Quin was leaning up on her toes and at some point he'd leaned back against the wall and she'd followed. There was no such thing as personal space anymore.
On that day, in the house with the bomb, Quin had felt horrible about that kiss. She'd locked up every single thing that remotely resembled a feeling in response to what had happened in a dark little room in the back of her mind and determined not to let it out. It had worked, and they'd stayed where they'd been put. Time had passed, things had happened, and the time had never been right to let them out.
Now it was like they'd kicked the door down and were rioting inside her mind, causing so many neurons to fire at once. How long had it been since she'd been kissed like this? Had she ever been kissed like this? There was too much to sort through, too much sensory overload, so she didn't try.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 3, 2013 0:28:48 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Mugen
Sensory overload. Yeah. That was a thing. For a while, he just let that happen, let things get blurry. Hazy. He'd been feeling a lot of things before. He was feeling a lot of things now. It was kind of fascinating how his emotions had changed. Where once, he'd been worried about stepping out of line with Quin, now... not so much. And where once, he'd been hopeful she'd taken things the right way, and giggled like a school girl... now he knew she had. But all the while, behind all these thoughts, one thought nagged at him. One stupid, annoying, redheaded stepchild of a thought. What the heck was he doing?!
He was kissing her. It was good. He liked it. And she liked it, too. But she wasn't fully sober, and he was a gentleman, which was why this was a problem. It was a stupid problem. Dumb. But there. He broke the kiss first, taking his hand out of her hair. It dropped to rest against one of her shoulders.
"Quin," He murmured. It took him another second for the fog to clear out of his head and for him to get out more than that. His brain was working against him. Damn brain. "What are we doing?" He finally got out.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 3, 2013 8:33:39 GMT -6
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Jules
"Hmmmm?" Quin said, thinking nothing but that it was difficult to talk while one was kissing, so all talking should immediately cease and desist.
But Ashton was talking again, asking a question that didn't even make any sense. As he gently pushed her shoulder, Quin pulled back, just far enough to look up and scowl slightly.
"We're kissing." she said, the implied "Duh" clear in the air as she went back for more.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 3, 2013 10:05:58 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
872
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Sept 20, 2024 14:57:11 GMT -6
Mugen
So they were. He went back to that for a minute. Then--
God Dammit!
He broke the kissing up again. Again. "Quin..." Ashton said. "We should stop."
He hated himself for saying it, hated the situation, and HATED the color blue, but... he was a gentleman. And in his heart of hearts, he knew this was wrong. Had come out of nowhere. They were partners. And if it was going to happen, it needed to happen when they were both coherent of their own actions and their repercussions. He was a gentleman. He was an adult. And Quin was Quin. He braced himself for the emotions she was likely to throw his way.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 3, 2013 10:12:54 GMT -6
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Jules
Well now she was getting downright irritated. Ashton said her name for a second time, then pointed out that they should stop.
Should. Why were people always doing things simply because they should be done. Right now, it didn't make any sense to Quin, she was breathing a little hard, and she was still close enough that she had to look up slightly to frown.
"Why?" she asked, stomach knotting slightly as her blood started to cool and rational thought began to return. All of those tempestuous emotions were there, but they were still a melted little puddle on the floor of her mind.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 3, 2013 10:28:05 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Sept 20, 2024 14:57:11 GMT -6
Mugen
"Because I care about you," He said gently. "And we're partners. And this is major. And I want to give you time to think this through. Because the last time something exploded, I didn't. And I've regretted putting you in that position without thinking about your end of things ever since."
God, this sucked. But it was what he had to do. He imagined when things had happened last time, she'd had to deal with it... and he was in the same boat for the most part. Kissing was great and all, yeah... but what would they say in the morning if they weren't prepared to deal with it? If they kissed, he wanted it to be for the right reasons, because he wasn't okay with 'Just Physical'. Not in Quin's case. This wasn't a shoe commercial. There was no Just Doing It. Being a man meant making the hard calls. And it was hard... but this was his call.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 3, 2013 11:24:44 GMT -6
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Jules
The words coming from Ashton's mouth...made no sense, and for a moment Quin wondered if some wily shape shifter hadn't hit him over the head and used his form to get kissed. The things he was saying simply didn't seem like things that Ashton would say.
Except he was saying them, and the look on his face told Quin that he meant them.
Oh man. He really liked her...he cared about her. For some reason, that made panic rise in her chest like a tidal wave. This was a lot to take in, and Quin wished they could just go back to kissing. Except they couldn't without all the feelings...
Feelings.
What did she feel? Was she ready to be like the couple they'd seen in the bar? What would happen to them at work?
It was a lot. Too much for right now. Quin's whole body seemed to sag as she leaned back until she was leaning against the opposite side of the door frame. "But it was such a good kiss...." she said ruefully.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 3, 2013 11:44:09 GMT -6
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Sept 20, 2024 14:57:11 GMT -6
Mugen
"It was." He agreed, even though it hurt. His smile was thin, slightly pained, but a smile nonetheless.
Man, everything hurt. He wasn't glad yet that he'd stopped it... wasn't even sure if he would be, but...
He found himself saying "You should probably go back to your room, Quin." Didn't like it. Took his hands off her shoulders and let them drop to his sides. "I'll give you time to think."
'Thinking is overrated' screamed a part of him. He put that part in a cold shower. He needed to clean his mind.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 3, 2013 14:21:13 GMT -6
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Think?
Quin frowned more, looking at Ashton with new eyes. He was the last person she'd expected to put the brakes on when she'd kissed him like that. That thought gave her pause though, what had her designs been here? What had the plan been?
She didn't know. She didn't have a plan, and she didn't know how she'd wanted this to turn out.
He was right. She needed time to sort this out, but he needed to stop looking at her like he was so sad.
Slowly, she nodded her head and pushed her hair back behind her ear.
" Yeah. That’s probably a good idea." she said, then turned to go.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 3, 2013 14:26:39 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
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Mugen
He closed his door after she'd gone, then flopped onto his bed with a sigh.
'That's just so ridiculously me.
Oh baby baby.'
... he paused. Then thought to himself 'Why am I thinking of a Britney Spears song?' With another sigh, he rolled off his bed, and hit the bathroom. He needed a shower. And a tooth brushing. And to get himself ready for bed. These were all things he didn't need to think too hard to do. And right now, it sounded perfect.
He undressed, then stepped into the shower, turning the handle to cold. Water fell and made steam.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 11, 2013 12:46:41 GMT -6
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Jules
As soon as Quin shut the door that joined the two rooms, she groaned and let her face drop into her hands.
What. The. Hell.
What the hell had just happened? She had knocked on the door and practically pounced her partner... Her partner who had openly admitted that at one point he had feelings for her...hell, he'd just admitted it again after what she'd done.
What had she done? What had she been going for? More importantly, what would have happened if Ashton hadn't put the brakes on? Hotels are funny places, and Quin could hear the water running in the room next door.
Whelp. That answered that question, she supposed.
Dropping her hands, the redhead pushed off the door and headed towards the bed, where she unceremoniously flopped into the middle. The ceiling was shockingly interesting at this time of night, and Quin had a feeling the same would be true in several hours.
"Tomorrow is going to suck." Quin muttered, grabbing a pillow and holding it over her face.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 11, 2013 14:22:39 GMT -6
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Mugen
Tomorrow clanged down on Ashton and Quin like a hammer against a blade on the anvil, metal still glowing red. Steam, shower. Brush, teeth. Pizza, cold. His suitcase was packed, his mind on the plane ride home. Slacks and shirt, no tie. He didn't care too much about looking good, but still looked good. It was hard for him to look bad unless he did it on purpose... or by accident, through some stupidity of his own. Ashton was ready, and had already retrieved the car from the bar and parked it in the hotel's lot before he ever thought to knock on his partner's door to wake her up.
"Archer," he said, tone dry and serious. "Flight leaves soon. Are you ready?" His suitcase was in his room on the bed. He sure was. Even had a book in his carry-on. They hadn't yet broached the topic of last night, and he didn't plan to. "You in there?" He knocked a second time.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 11, 2013 21:31:23 GMT -6
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Jules
When one is subconsciously trying to smother themselves with a pillow, they rarely remember to plug their phone into the charger...or to set an alarm.
As it was, Quin didn't even wake up the next morning until a certain someone came knocking at her chamber door...not once, but twice. That was Ashton's voice she heard, and when the redhead's eyes landed on the alarm clock next to her bed they widened and she cursed.
Leaping from the bed, still in the exact same clothes she'd worn the night before, Quin ran to the door and threw it open to reveal her partner.
"I'm so sorry...I forgot to plug in my phone and it went dead." she exclaimed in a rush, already moving to shove the things she'd unpacked into the open case on the luggage stand in the little "closet" area.
"Give me ten minutes to change and I'll be ready to walk out the door." she said, too busy to worry about being mortified....yet.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 11, 2013 21:41:16 GMT -6
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Mugen
"Okay," Ashton trailed. He gave her the ten minutes. He had some decency. She looked like a train wreck. It was clear the night before had had some lasting effects on her. He tried not to think about what that would mean for the future. "I'll be in my room. You knock when you've got your stuff together. I already got the car from the bar, so we're ready to go." That said, he turned and left her, stalking off into the room next door. The card key slid, and he was in.
Plopping down on the foot of the bed, he checked his phone. Charged. And he'd remembered to get up. He had to wonder why this wasn't affecting him as hard as it had hit her. Was he really that cold? Or maybe he was too damn soft. And for another bit of food for thought... why did he even care? She was his partner. You do not make the moves on your partner. He'd done it first. She'd done it next. If she didn't talk with him about it and make up her damn mind, he'd have to be the stronger of the two and stonewall. Block that part off. Put caution tape around it. 'Danger. Keep out.' And maybe put another brick wall up in front of that. Partner relationships like that just didn't work... they hadn't with Eve.
He glanced away from his phone, eyes settling on his bags and the floor by the TV center on the chest of drawers. That hadn't been Eve's fault, that the relationship hadn't worked. He'd shot himself in the foot, there. Maybe here, too, come to think of it. His eyes focused back on his phone, thumb moved. Changed his wall paper. Rubber ducks.