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.
There was something about Quin's smile that warmed him up, even with the frigid cold of being completely ignored by Ashton. I'd like to point out I was trying to be polite. Ya jackass. Here's hoping Ashton was not a telepath or something.
He would feel bad for Ashton if the cop had not already established a mutual-dislike for one another; therapy was a tedious and useless affair. He kept his mouth shut though; this was time for the two of them to catch up, and Nate was secure enough that he was not worried about jealousy.
Because she's happy with me, he thought, almost sending the message with his eyes to Ashton.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 25, 2011 23:39:04 GMT -6
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He hadn’t been hurt too badly. Good. Quin would have felt even worse about the whole thing if he’d had any lasting damage. As it was…she didn’t know how she pay him back.
Ashton was taking time off though…time off because he’d had to kill a man. For her. Quin frowned as he pointed it out, and frowned deeper when the shrink came into play.
”Yeah….” she said, eyes dropping to her hands.
”The doctor said that I should probably see someone.” she said, then shrugged her sore shoulders. ”I don’t know though. Everything’s fine.” She could handle it herself. All as shrink was going to do was drag stuff up. She could deal with it. All she needed was some good music, green tea, and some alone time to meditate.
Alone time. Sure. As long as she was really alone.
”But yeah.” she said. ”You’re okay. I’m okay.” she smiled over her shoulder for a moment then looked back. ”Nate was already okay. And you brought me flowers.”
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 26, 2011 14:10:14 GMT -6
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They were in the same boat. Therapy. Bah. He did not like it one bit. Poor Quin.
She brought him back from his negative thoughts on therapy, and he nodded dumbly, suddenly realizing he'd been standing there with flowers in his hand the whole time. He glanced around for a place to put them, then settled on a strategically-placed vase. He pushed them in, then rearranged them to make sure they were all balanced. There. That was much better.
He smiled at her, then, pulled up a chair. Ashton sat down, back of the chair pointing them, his legs on either side of it. His arms rested over the chair's back.
"Glad you like them." He said. When he'd seen them, for some reason he'd thought of her. Must've been the color.
Finally, he supposed it was time. He had to address the elephant in the room (god. He made a mental note not to use that phrase ever, ever again). Ashton looked to Nate. "So." He said, conversationally. "How are you holding up in all of this... Nate?"
Nate did his best not to be surprised by Ashton acknowledging him. It did not seem like the most sincere question, but what the hell, kill them with kindness, right? "Me? I mean, now that I know Quin's doing well, my mind's more at ease. 'Sides, it'd be selfish to complain after what you two went through."
As much as Nate wanted to listen to the voice in his head reminding him how much he should dislike Ashton... he still owed him. "It is nice to meet the guy who has Quin's back in the field. So, if you're part of the MRC, are you a mutant too?" It could not be helped; Nate's curiosity about other mutants got the better of him in New York. Hopefully it was not a touchy subject for Ashton; besides, might as well talk about the one thing they might have in common besides Quin.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 27, 2011 10:33:44 GMT -6
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Ashton put the flowers in a vase that the hospital staff had conveniently left in her room and found himself a seat. Pleased that he was going to stay for a while, Quin settled back into her pillows and started to relax. Somehow, right that moment, it was difficult to be worried about too much.
The conversation shifted away from her, and Quin watched the interaction between the two men carefully. Nate was curious, which made sense, and the redhead smiled at him as he asked Ashton about being a mutant.
Being in MRC didn’t automatically mean that a person was a mutant, but somehow a lot of them tended to gravitate in that direction. Would Ashton be touchy about the question? Maybe. Quin didn’t know. To some people, their x-gene was a private thing. She’d never really understood that, but it was a thing that to each was their own.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 28, 2011 20:28:40 GMT -6
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>>"Me? I mean, now that I know Quin's doing well, my mind's more at ease. 'Sides, it'd be selfish to complain after what you two went through."
That was a good answer.
Nate was grateful. That was okay.
Asking about his power? That was sort of not.
It was a weird topic, that. There were some threads of personal history connected to the power that made him not like talking about it. Rather, he preferred using it. Generally when people asked, he gave them a straight answer, with no bells or whistles or bragging or smiling. Just a simple, serious reply. Which is what he did then.
It was a short answer, but that was pretty much what Nate expected. In Ashton's defense, it was an invasive question to some. Nate nodded, willing to close the issue. "Interesting. It's been quite an experience meeting people like me in New York." There, my olive branch of a confession.
Thinking about the scene as an outsider for a moment, Nate could appreciate where this tension was coming from: if Nate hurt Quin, Ashton was going to be the first person at Nate's throat. He could only imagine how much worse things would be if he knew of the ex-con's checkered past.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 30, 2011 22:46:16 GMT -6
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”You shouldn’t have any trouble in New York.” Quin interjected from her mountain of pillows. As riveting and interested as the virtually monosyllabic conversation between the two men was, she was starting to feel left out. Apparently Ashton wasn’t in the mood to expound on his mutation, and Quin wasn’t going to suggest it or explain. Number one, it wasn’t her place. Number two, she was just too worn out. The adrenaline from the day was starting to wear off and the reality was starting to sink in.
Nate had rushed from his apartment to be with her, and Ashton had come to see her after getting himself taken care of. She was alive, and she was lucky. Very lucky. As she sat and thought between the two chatting men, Quin’s face got more and more serious. The situation they were in could have been so easily, so very different. It might have been the two of them meeting over a slab in the county morgue. The elephant-man could have killed both her and Ashton…
A bit more pale in the face, Quin snuggled back into the pillows.
”Thanks for coming. Both of you.” she said, trying not to get all teary in the face again. It hurt to wipe them away.
Ashton was quick to get himself out of the door, but Nate managed a, "It was good meeting you, Ashton." To be honest, the meeting was awkward and tense, but could have gone much worse. A meeting in a hospital room was a weird situation anyway; coming across one another at the barstools might be more interesting.
He returned his attention to Quin. "As for you, there's no need to thank me for coming. I just want to be there for you when you need me." He blushed slightly at his next thought. "You're the best thing in my life since I've come to New York." The best thing I've had going for me in years, really...