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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 Sept 16, 2012 9:16:14 GMT -6
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Some moments don't have epic build-ups, grand sweeping gesture that make one weak at the knees. Sometimes, it isn't about revelations, discovered feelings, emotions reeling, accusations, recriminations, or general screw-ups that make people feel like jerks. Sometimes, it's just wet, hot, in-the-moment, terror-of-death stupidity that hits people with the "idiot wiffle bat of moron." That other stuff can come later. that moment sort of blots it out like the sun during a solar eclipse.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Sept 24, 2012 20:59:23 GMT -6
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Although, actually, technically, it wasn't a bomb. And it didn't start with it, either. Because it started with an investigation, and a police call, and a witness. The witness knew information about something related to the case, which was important. The bomb was just a buzz word. The information was the starting point here.
The apartment was an old brick building on the lower east side with a weathered stoop, window panes in need of replacement or repair, and crawling vines up the building's side. Quin and Ashton entered, unsuspecting. Just a talk, that was all. The case wasn't even one where they were concerned about the safety of the witness. It was fairly innocuous. As it turned out, the witness had witnessed something less innocuous. Which led to gun fire and mutants and explosions.
Explosions...
They'd returned fire. Tried to figure out what was going on. The whole thing was a train wreck. Confusion. A blur of motion and impacts, rapid-fired words. "Stop." "Freeze." And so on. Warnings, hurried. Harried. The explosions, as it turned out... weren't a bomb. But rather a mutant who thought he was the bomb. That was his identity. And he had a beef with their witness.
Bang bang. Bang bang. Ultimately, kaboom. Hearts racing, they'd tricked him into taking himself out. Super dramatic. Lots to talk about here. With details, and descriptions, and words. But as was described earlier... eclipses. What mattered wasn't words, because as Ashton pushed Quin into the wall, shielding her from the blast with his body, his heart was in his throat. Adrenaline was pulsing. And... maybe his heart had a second to travel downwards long enough for him to rationalize a kiss.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 24, 2012 21:26:55 GMT -6
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Shit...was hitting the fan. So was every other manner of biological matter in the vicinity. There were guns, and bullets, and all kinds of explosions and fire. It was the worst kind of nightmare a person could imagine if they were in a jacket with NYPD stamped across the back. This was the kind of situation where people got hurt, killed even, and they were right in the middle of everything.
There was plastic everywhere, other polymers too, but there was too much chaos and confusion for Quin to use it for anything useful. They weren't even wearing their vests...who needed them for a simple Q&A with a non-hostile witness? Quin was panicked, taking cover, shouting instructions that nobody was following. Ashton was too. Quick shots were fired off in succession...and then there was an explosion. A big explosion.
It was one of those moments where time slowed down to a crawl. Movements happened. One second, Ashton was in the fray with her, the next he was grabbing her, moving her, and shielding her with his own body. What. The. Hell?
The explosion had been big, and things were falling from the sky and landing with various clatters, Quin lifted her head, opened her mouth to ask Ashton if he was okay, and found her words silenced by his lips.
Adrenaline....was a hell of a thing. They were alive! Quin's ears were ringing, her body ached from various scrapes and small cuts, but she didn't feel any of it. Suddenly, she was very aware of Ashton pressed against her. He smelled good this close, she noticed that even with everything else that had happened.
She kissed him back, hands sliding up his chest.
For a moment. Then she fell back to Earth like the pieces of plaster, brick, and wood falling from the sky. The hands that had, moments before, been lightly fisted in Ashton's shirt shoved him back, and startled brown eyes stared widely at his face.
"What the hell?" she whispered, a hand going to her lips.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Sept 24, 2012 21:51:29 GMT -6
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Cinnamon. That was the scent. He didn't even need Old Spice.
Nice, his mind thought of her lips. Hands... It added, a moment later. His heart beat. He enjoyed. And then, it noted once more, Hands, as they shoved him away.
She said something. It took a moment for his mind to start working again. Then, it hit him. In the heat and the motion of the moment, he'd kissed Quin... a Quin who was currently still dating a very real boyfriend. Oh crap.
He didn't smile as he noted "I'm about as confused about it as you, Buttercup. Whoops."
Whoops? Whoops? Yeah, he wouldn't talk to him ever again, either. "We nearly died..."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 24, 2012 22:03:27 GMT -6
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Whoops?
Whoops?
Ashton had just kissed her...uninvited...and all he had to say was "Whoops...." Quin's head was spinning slightly, and for a moment, she wondered if she'd bumped it in all the chaos from the explosion. The adrenaline rush was fading, her other senses were catching up, things were starting to ache...and she had kissed him back.
He was confused? SHE had a boyfriend. For a moment, she just stood, staring, and trying to sort out everything that had just happened.
They had almost died. The redhead nodded her head. They had almost died. Still...how did that translate to kissing? It didn't make sense. Suddenly, nothing made sense, and guilt was slowly weaseling its way into Quin's chest and belly, along with any uninvited butterflies that might have been lingering.
What now? Other officers were making their way into the house now, along with the fire department, and EMT's. Thank god they hadn't been a few moments earlier.
"We need to see if the witness is still alive." she said, voice slightly choked...from the dust. The burning cheeks...those were from the heat of the explosion.
The rest...she really couldn't deal with the rest right now. An EMT approached, and Quin waved him off, picking her way through the debris. There was plenty of work that needed doing, and needed doing then.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 2, 2012 20:06:04 GMT -6
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There was that wiffle bat. Now, where was the ice pack to nurse the bruise?
It kept hitting him how stupid he'd been. Yeah, they'd been in danger. God, his hormones were freaking teenagers. If this had been a scary movie, he'd have been the guy who got killed because he tried to get frisky when him and some sweet thang were on the run from the guy with the chainsaw, or the hatchet, or the scary doll.
He shouldn't have kissed her. Or. Wait. His head hurt. It was all happening so fast. Had there been gunshots? Yeah? Explosions? Yeah. So it made sense that everyone and their grandmother was showing up five minutes too late... but right on time to cut any conversations he could have had with Quin short regarding what had just happened.
He needed to think. Quin was leaving. Think about what? Hell. He chased after her and caught up. The EMT that wanted to look at his head could shut the hell up. He would have to examine it himself later. For now, he was sure of it. Something, somewhere was messed up. He just wasn't sure quite what.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 2, 2012 20:19:52 GMT -6
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Apparently, the concept of work needing done was lost on Ashton. His hand closed around her arm and she stopped, heaving a frustrated sigh at the EMT's who were misunderstanding everything...thank god.
They thought that Ashton was concerned for his partner. That he was concerned for her wellbeing, and insisting that she got checked out before they did anything else. The other officers would check on the witness and make sure the bomber was no longer an issue. The firefighters had any lingering flames under control. Her ears were ringing, and whatever it was Ashton wanted to say...well, she just didn't know what to do about that.
"Fine. In a minute. I'll meet you at the bus. Him too." she said to the EMT, the look on her face making it clear that there would be no argument.
She watched the EMT's the whole way out of the room before looking back at Ashton, cheeks instantly pinking up as she finally made eye contact.
"What?" she said, voice tinged with suspicion. "Can I have my arm back?"
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 2, 2012 20:25:58 GMT -6
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Reluctantly, he let go. He didn't want her running off again. This wasn't the sort of situation he wanted to let slip through his grasp.
"We need to talk," He stated. He hated those words, but yeah. They did. Needed to. It was a necessary in this situation, so. He sure as hell dealt. That said, he also sure as hell didn't want to give the others on the scene the wrong idea, because obviously that was what was on Quin's mind. Because EMTs were gonna be EMT'in'. Ashton opened his mouth. "Things got hairy in there." Escaped it. Vague. Seemingly Simple. Yet sure as hell not. "We need to figure out what."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 2, 2012 20:31:20 GMT -6
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Things had gotten hairy? That was the understatement of the year...maybe ever.
What was he trying to say? There were a lot of 'we's' in what he was saying.
Quin's head hurt as she shook it slowly from side to side.
"What we need to figure out is if this case is closed." she said, looking down and to the right, avoiding eye contact again. They were in a trashed house full of their closest colleagues.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 2, 2012 20:35:10 GMT -6
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"Okay," He assented. Because he was trying to be the good guy, and because he was looking out for her, he could agree with that. They could keep this vague and whatever. "After we're off-duty. Drinks. It's just, I've lost a partner before." He left unsaid 'and I didn't want to lose you...', but it still showed on his face.
He shirked the look, and glanced over his shoulder at the building. "After we get you checked out by the techs, we'll check on the witness."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 2, 2012 20:57:04 GMT -6
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Oh. He was going to go for the drinks with her. Was that such a good idea after what had just happened? Quin stared at Ashton for a minute, trying to figure out what she was going to do. The guilt was hitting her full-force now, and she shook her head again, like she was trying to clear it.
He'd lost a partner before? Quin's brow furrowed, what did that have to do with anything? It made sense that he'd tried to protect her...that was just the kind of guy Ashton was. The kiss though...the kiss didn't make any sense, even with the extra info. The redhead just nodded. Why was he looking at her like that, and why did it make her feel even worse?
The techs. Checked out. Yeah, she'd promised. "You too." she said.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 2, 2012 21:11:16 GMT -6
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He assented.
And so, they got checked out. The witness was fine. And the whole day shifted to evening real fast. Before he knew it, he was shooting her furtive looks while he drove them to the bar.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 2, 2012 21:28:53 GMT -6
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They had both survived the blast with little more than scrapes and a few bruises and once the techs had declared them fit for duty, Quin and Ashton had made their way back to the scene of the blast and had gotten down to business. It was a relief after everything that had happened, and Quin even managed to make herself feel a little bit better about everything that had happened.
Her reaction hadn't been that outlandish. Adrenaline did incredible things to people all the time. It let mom's lift cars off of babies, and let people cut their own arms off when they were trapped under boulders. It wasn't that outlandish to think that she had kissed Ashton back...and it wasn't that outlandish that he had kissed her. This trip to the bar was proof that everything was going to be fine.
There was no way he'd have agreed to go, would have acted normal as they'd worked, gone through all the motions if there had been more to it than that...right? God she felt horrible...and was going to have to have a talk with Nate...but everything was going to be fine. Wasn't it?
Quin sighed and cast a look in Ashton's direction just as he cast one in hers. The redhead's eyes darted away first, and quickly. Finally, they reached the bar. Somehow Mike had known and had two beers sitting on the bar, even as they walked up.
The redhead plopped down on the stool and took a long drink.
"God bless you." she said to the man behind the counter, who was now surreptitiously cleaning a glass. He grunted, and walked away.
"So....?" she said, eyeing Ashton with a sideways glance.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Oct 2, 2012 21:45:17 GMT -6
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So, Ashton thought, and looked at her. Then took a drink. How much did he want to share?
... More importantly, how did he want to word this? He'd really won with the whoops earlier. Anything he said now wouldn't be able to top that, he decided. That meant it really didn't matter what he said, so long as he said it in an intelligent way. No. Wait. That wasn't right.
"The kiss..." He started. His hand was still on the bottle, and he had the urge to take another drink. He suppressed it. "Probably a few months too late."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 2, 2012 22:04:33 GMT -6
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Quin...had a mouthful of beer when Ashton spoke, and narrowly missed spitting it all over the bar. She had just managed to convince herself that everything that had happened had been a result of adrenaline and that they were going to be fine...why was he saying things like that.
Wait...what? Too late? That meant...did he....? Was this....? Ashton was her hard-ass partner...her mentor...was he saying he had feelings for her? Snips and snaps of conversations came back to Quin now, and...and...oh God.
The whole time she'd been thinking, Quin had been staring at Ashton, eyes wide, beer sitting in her mouth as she tried to process everything.
She swallowed, then slowly set her beer down on the bar, then she shoved Ashton. Hard. He'd be able to keep his seat, but he'd get the point.