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.
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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.
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In a quiet restaurant downtown, upscale but subtly so, in the lull just after the lunch rush and before the dinner crowds, Jaxon sat waiting for an appointment. A meeting that would lead her to her past, and hopefully help her reconcile it with her present. Waiting for a private investigator… She was staying in a friend’s condo while she was out of town. Hopefully this would be resolved before Tiffany came back and before Jaxon needed to find a more permanent residence.
In a back booth of the dimly lit café, sitting amidst the dark red upholstery, dark wood, and smoky walls, Jaxon didn’t stand out. Dressed plainly, in a cowl-necked plush grey sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder, a woven brown leather belt, jeans, and brown heeled boots, she lacked her usual flair for color. Her eyes were rimmed in light pink from crying and dark circles lingered under her eyes from lack of sleep. Other than that she looked very much like her usual self, minus the spark in her eyes.
Playing with her hot chocolate, Jax was startled when a waiter appeared with another. When she looked, she realized that hers was empty, and with a smile of thanks, traded with the server. After a few minutes of staring at the warm liquid through the clear mug, she flicked her wrist, spinning the small watch so that she could see the time. Not much longer now…
The seating girl had been told that if anyone came in looking for Jaxon to lead them to her booth, so there was nothing to do but wait. With a lingering sigh she began playing with her spoon absentmindedly
Posted by ashbrooks on Feb 26, 2009 15:02:44 GMT -6
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Ash had been getting ready to head back to Dallas when he had gotten an interesting phone call. A phone call directly to his cell rather than from the office, about a potential client who wanted to speak with him. A young woman who had apparently gotten his number from Mr. Hartmith. That in itself was enough to keep Ash in New York; Mr. Hartmith had all but thrown money at Ash and Ryan, so if the man was not simply recommending their firm but giving Ash's number, it was at least worth going to see about.
Walking into the restaurant, the heels of his cowboy boots clicking on the tiled floor, Ash spoke to the girl at the door and was immediately led to a booth at the back.
"Thank you," Ash said, somewhat absently, as he looked the young woman in the booth over. She was definitely younger than most of his clients, he noticed as he watched her staring at the hot chocolate in front of her.
"Afternoon, Miss Kane I presume?" Ash asked, his Texan accent plainly evident. "What can I help you with?"
Posted by amaranta on Feb 26, 2009 17:07:57 GMT -6
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Jaxon heard her name and started speaking as she looked up, her posture changing slightly, but stopped almost immediately. “Yes, I am…” In the pause she blinked up at him in surprise. He was not what she had expected to say the least. She looked him over quickly. With a name like Ashley Brooks most men would have been gay or compensating, but he was… attractive for one thing, and he looked comfortable in his skin. Thankfully he was not a paunchy, balding, or disgusting Texan as she had feared after the phone call. In his current state, his accent only added to the appeal, and Jax’s eyebrows rose in surprise.
Realizing that she had stopped speaking she smiled warmly, with a tone of apology, before starting again. “Mr. Brooks... Would you like to sit down? Please, call me Jaxon. Thank you for meeting with me on such short notice, I’m glad I caught you before you left town. My problem is a bit personal so…”
She cleared her throat and glanced away for a moment before plastering another smile on her face. “Can I get you something to eat? Drink? They have wonderful food here…” She had specifically chosen this time of day, thinking that she wouldn't have to linger with someone she didn't like any longer than necessary, but now was regretting it. From her first impressions, she wouldn't mind spending time with this man, and she would like to know more.
Posted by ashbrooks on Feb 26, 2009 22:32:53 GMT -6
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A personal problem, Ash thought as he sat down across the table from the young woman. Most things he dealt with were personal, one way or another, for his clients. If they weren't, why would they be going to a Private Investigator to figure things out? The reason for coming to him was to keep things as quiet, confidential as possible.
Still, Ash nodded as Miss Kane, as Jaxon, spoke. Until she got into the details of what she wanted him to do, it was going to be much the same as every other meeting like this that Ash had had.
And then she was asking him if he wanted anything to eat or drink. "No thank you," Ash said with a slight shake of his head. "I've already eaten. Coffee never goes awry, though." Neither did beer, Ash thought, but a business meeting like this, especially with how young this girl was, was certainly not the time or place.
"Now, Mi...Jaxon," Ash corrected himself. "About this problem of yours..." Until he knew what her "problem" was, Ash would have no clue what he was supposed to be able to do about it. And without knowing that, he'd be able to do just as much from Dallas as he could here.
Posted by amaranta on Feb 27, 2009 10:28:08 GMT -6
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Watching as he sat, she smiled, “Coffee it is…” Jax motioned one of the wait-staff over with a smile. In hushed tones she asked for coffee, and waited the few moments it took for the waitress to return. Directing it to him, she nodded a thank you to the girl as she set down the hot mug. She was surprised when he used her first name, even with the correction, most people took a bit longer to switch, but she was pleased. He was quick.
She wasn’t surprised when he needed information. Jaxon had somehow hoped that he would know what she needed without her having to explain. “Mr. Brooks, Hartmith assured me that you were discreet, so I trust you will take this no further that this table… I can pay whatever you want, I assure you.” Just thinking about telling him, Jax could feel the tears threatening, the odd twinge behind her eyes warning that she was about to start leaking like a sieve.
She sighed, and decided it might be easier if she pretended; put on her acting persona and act like she was someone else -someone who wouldn’t cry over this. She did not plan to get weepy and she was sure he didn’t sign up for a crying female; most men wouldn’t, no matter how much they might be paid. And Jax didn’t want to be predictable, so she made an attempt to suck it up.
“I need you to investigate someone. Look into their past and find everything from before 1998.” In 1998 Jax had been 7, but her parents had said they met her when she was 5, so she wanted to give a little room for the amount of time it took for paper work to be handled. As far as she knew it took longer than a year, and she didn’t know if they meant 5 or almost 6. She couldn’t bear to ask. So wiggle room was required.
So far Jaxon, thought she was doing a good job of hiding her distress, but she knew the moment she said the word ‘adopted’ she would start crying, so she was avoiding it. She hoped she wouldn’t have to say it, but she had a feeling that private investigators were naturally curious and that he would ask. Especially once he found out who she wanted investigated.
Posted by ashbrooks on Feb 27, 2009 19:26:48 GMT -6
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The coffee arrived rather quickly to the table, and Ash stirred in a spoon of sugar and took a slow sip while watching Jaxon as he waited for her to speak again.
Investigate a person, pretty normal territory for a PI, but the whole 'before 1998' thing was throwing Ash off. He had never had a person as young as Miss Kane appeared to be asking him to search into a person's past, specifically looking that far back.
"We wouldn't still be in business if we weren't discrete," Ash commented, looking across the table at the young woman. "But if you're really that worried about it, I'll only tell my partner what I absolutely need to if I need help digging this information up for you."
She continued then, and it became clear to Ash what it was she was wanting. She wanted him to investigate her, everything he could find up until ten years ago. What else could that really mean other than she wanted him to find her birth parents? It wasn't like there could be all that much else he'd be able to turn up, right?
"I can see what I can do," Ash continued, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small pad of paper and a pen. Pushing them across the table. "Full name, birthday, and Social Security Number," he instructed. "I could do it without, but this will speed things up." Not that Ash wouldn't be double and triple checking all of that, but it would give him an easier way to start.
Posted by amaranta on Feb 27, 2009 23:20:00 GMT -6
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((Shoot. I messed up the math on that one… Not good at figuring out birth years.. It should have been 1997, since she had to be born in 1990… Sorry about that.))
Blinking at him slowly, Jaxon spoke out of surprise. “That’s all you need?”
Jaxon shook her head as she took the paper and pen. Writing what he had asked for while she spoke. “No, I’m sure you are very good at keeping secrets, but I had to ask. I didn’t mean…” With a sigh, she reached across the table and lightly touched his wrist. “If it was you, would you do anything less?” After a moment’s hesitation she pulled away with a light blush of embarrassment and finished writing the info he had asked for- she had even added a little that she thought might help.
Jaxon Fiona Kane Birthday Oct 10, 1990 SSN: H54-03K-L42G Born somewhere in NY state Phone: 543-Q92-1223
With that thought, she reached for her purse, pulling out her wallet and sliding a business card free, she added it to the notebook he had given her. “That’s our family physician, she’s been my doctor for my whole life… Well, I mean, since…” Without warning, her eyes flooded with tears, and her hands scrambled in her purse for a tissue or something.
“Sorry, I’ve been a little,” She waved her hand while still looking for something to wipe her eyes, but her voice cracked on the next word and she couldn’t keep the tears from starting, “stressed since all of this happened.” She turned her face slightly, hiding the wet tracks on her cheeks under the pretense of digging in the small purse that should have only taken a moment to go through.
Pushing the pad and pen back to him in a quick movement, Jax hoped to distract him long enough to use her sleeve if nothing else. “Here.."
Posted by ashbrooks on Feb 28, 2009 0:33:36 GMT -6
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Ash simply nodded then took another sip of his coffee as Miss Kane asked if that was all the information he needed. What else would he need? If he needed anything more, what was the point in hiring a PI?
Then, as he set his mug down once more, Ash felt something touching his wrist. Looking down, he saw the young woman's fingers lightly touching his skin there. Now, what was all that about?
It didn't take long, soon her hand was withdrawn and she was writing once more, a light blush covering her cheeks. But she was writing, and then slipping a business card in with his papers, saying that was the number of her physician.
Ash nodded, but then he saw a glistening in Jaxon's eyes, saw her reaching for her purse, turning away slightly. "Understandable," Ash said softly, turning his eyes to his coffee cup. He wasn't exactly comfortable dealing with situations where a woman ended up crying in general, never mind when that woman was going to be a client. Yes, he'd been in many situations where that happened, had been in many situations where he expected it to happen such as when he'd had to confirm that a woman's husband had been cheating on her. But that didn't mean Ash was at all comfortable with it happening in front of him.
Then the notebook was being pushed back across the table. Setting his coffee down once more, Ash carefully and deliberately picked up the book, glancing down at the information Jaxon had written before closing it. Then he tucked it back away, followed by the pen.
"I'll have the office contact you about payment," Ash said after a couple of moments sitting there in silence, unsure what else to add at that moment.
Jaxon took a breath, glad to have been able to quickly wipe the sleeve of her sweater under her eyes, and managed to keep the tears from rolling anymore; they still hovered in her eyes and lashes, and she was sure the tip of her nose was red, but at least she didn’t feel like her face was leaking anymore.
Reaching for her own mug, she took a sip. It was heading towards too cool to still be good, but she didn’t care.
He mentioned the payment and with a small dip of her head, she agreed. “That’s fine…” She paused, but then couldn’t keep it in. “Will you keep me updated? I probably can’t help much, but think I want to know what is going on… And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call, I’m always available at that number.” Her voice sped up as she spoke, until she sounded a little odd. She knew she had to stop so she did rather abruptly, leaving the quiet hanging in the air.
Finally, with really nothing else she could say, not that she didn’t have plenty she wanted to say, just none that she could, she sighed.“Thank you again…”
Posted by ashbrooks on Mar 2, 2009 15:43:04 GMT -6
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She wanted to be kept in the loop. That seemed to be common, especially for female clients, so Ash wasn't overly surprised by the request.
"Not a problem," Ash replied with a nod of his head. "It could take a bit of time to dig everything up for you, so how about weekly updates, more often if something big comes through?"
Updates to clients were normally done on a weekly basis, sometimes every two weeks. They often worked multiple cases at a time to avoid downtime while waiting for information, so there wasn't always much to report more often than once a week.
Then the young woman was thanking him. Ash simply nodded as he took another sip of his coffee. Why people thought they needed to thank him for things like this, Ash wasn't sure. It was his job, after all, they paid, and paid well, for him to do what he did. But at the same time he couldn't really say anything about it, to say what he was thinking would simply be rude.
She watched him take everything in and respond, very cool and under control. As if he had seen it all before, and he probably had. Jaxon on the other hand felt like she was insane lately. Too many secrets, too many things to think about, all racing around in her head causing pile-ups and traffic jams of thought.
Jaxon smiled; He was going to keep her informed. That was what she wanted and she was pleased that he was agreeing. She felt more in control now, and when she felt in control she felt like herself instead of like a weepy version of herself. “Right. Weekly meetings and whenever anything big comes up.” She pulled her planner out of her purse and flipped it to next week with a few deft movements of her fingers. Un-painted and kept short, her nails were functional, and she used them now to scan down the week while looking at the schedule. “What day would be good for you?”
She was clear, nothing she couldn’t move around other than a few shows, but she doubted he would want to meet that late at night anyway. Jax flicked her pen, and held it poised above the page, looking at him for the day he would want to meet.
Posted by ashbrooks on Mar 2, 2009 23:10:16 GMT -6
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Ash said that he'd give her weekly updates, and saw the young woman smile. That wasn't overly unusual for women who wanted to be kept in the loop.
What was unusual was that she had a day planner out on the table now, asking what day the following week would work to meet again.
Ash blinked, then set his coffee cup down. "I'm not going to be able to actually meet face to face for every update," Ash said slowly. "My company is run out of Dallas. I'll have to be heading back in a couple days, but I should have a fair bit to report by the time I'm back in town."
“Oh… Right.” Jax bit her lip, her pen flipping between her fingers as she thought of a solution. She really didn’t think trading information like that over the phone was a good idea. “When will you be back in town?”
Depending on how long that would be Jax might have to find an alternative solution. She didn’t want to wait very long. Her impatience was getting the better of her and her foot started tapping unconsciously as she thought.
She had three options that she could see. Sit around and wait for him to come back and tell her what was going on, her least favorite of the three, pay to keep him in New York, with no guarantee that would do any good… Or go to Texas. It wasn’t too late in the year so it wouldn’t be too hot. There was plenty of room to practice her powers and she could get out of the city for a while. She had never been to Texas, so it would be a new experience… Things were pointing to option number three.
Posted by ashbrooks on Mar 3, 2009 19:53:43 GMT -6
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When would he be back in town? That was a good question, one which he didn't exactly have an answer to yet. Hell, he didn't even know exactly when he was going back home yet. Ash had been planning to grab a flight back to Dallas later that same day. But that plan had also been before his meeting with Miss Kane. Now he would likely stay in New York, start on his investigation, for a few days before heading home.
He hadn't actually been home since Christmas. This was supposed to have been the end of the New York jobs so he wouldn't have to stay here.
"Probably about a week and a half," Ash finally replied. He'd stay home for the weekend, too. A flight back to New York would be cheaper if he waited until Tuesday, and his mother had been nagging him about talking the last couple weeks. Staying down there for the weekend would be good.
Tipping up his coffee cup, Ash finished the last of his drink then stood.
"Well, unless there was something else, I should probably get to work. It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kane," Ash finished with a slight nod of his head before turning to leave. You could take the boy out of Texas, but couldn't take Texas out of the boy, after all.
Jax made a ‘humm’ noise under her breath as she thought about it. She could probably wait a week and a half. She would go nuts until then, but that wasn’t too unusual. If her brain exploded at least she wouldn’t have to think about it. “I suppose that will be soon enough…” She wasn’t happy about it, Jaxon wasn’t patient, but she could wait.
“When your office calls, I’ll have them put your expenses on my bill.” She followed suit with him, standing after she put her things away, and picked up her purse and jacket. “Yes, of course. Nice meeting you too.” She gave a small smile and was about to offer her hand but he had already turned away.
If Jaxon didn’t know better, she would have thought she was getting the brush off. Watching him leave she narrowed her eyes slightly, her determination setting in. Jaxon may not have been born a Kane, but she had been raised one. Jaxon was the ‘half-sugar twice-the-spice’ version of bull-headed.
Cocking her head up with a bit more spirit than she had in a while, she nodded. We’ll see about that. I’ll make him notice me and take me seriously.
With that thought in her head she turned away and walked to the counter to pay the tab.