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 Andrew Leroy on Jan 29, 2014 22:37:20 GMT -6
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Drew wasn't sure he'd ever get used to this power over words. He'd stood back while Sam made his little speech to the man in the cage. Drew figured that if there was so much as a crack in that containment then they'd be having a brawl instead of a semi-civil conversation. Either way he focused all his attention on the man when he began the oath. If Drew were poetic he'd wax lyrical about it. But his promises weren't things of great fanfare. There was nothing elegant or beautiful about it. Just the right set of words and a person was bound to their promise.
At least they got a tattoo out of the deal. Drew cast his eyes on his own arm as the promise took hold. What he saw almost made him laugh. Black chain links? For a promise like this? How cliche. Of course he didn't dwell long on the tattoo. Their guest ensured that with what he could only assume were traitorous thoughts mere moments after making the promise. With it being so young and only thoughts he probably wouldn't die, a supposition proven correct when the fellow managed to demand an explanation through a pain roughened voice. Drew just raised an eyebrow in his direction.
"Well since you didn't do anything or say anything traitorous I can only assume you thought about it."
Drew paused to take a swig of his beer. Yes he was being dramatic but there wasn't much ole Chains in there could do about it.
"That's just a little insurance to make sure you follow through on the promise. You didn't seriously think Sam was dumb enough to trust you with some flimsy promises made in front of your average desk jockey did you?"
He drained his beer and set the can down.
"You've even got a handy reminder, in case you forget the oaths you're swearing. Just take a peek at your left arm."
It wasn't often that Andrew Leroy got to gloat a little.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 17, 2014 6:49:53 GMT -6
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He smirked.
Really he couldn't help it. Everything about this guy said that he didn't believe there was anything happening here that threatened him at all. Drew had learned to spot the type over the few years he'd been with the X's. After all he was in trouble so often it didn't hurt to learn to spot who was probably going to be trouble and this guy just screamed that if his mutation hadn't been rendered harmless he'd rather be ripping them limb from limb than making any sort of promise at all.
He'd learn. Anyone that made a promise to Drew learned sooner or later. Heck Drew had certainly learned in those frustrating days when his mutation only affected him. When Andrew Leroy was around, you better watch your promises or they'd come back to haunt you.
So Drew smirked at the guys incredulous outburst and grabbed a beer. He ignored the prisoner beyond that though. Instead he turned to address Sam.
"When we're done here I've got an idea I'd like to discuss. Just a way to keep the evidence of this" Drew pointed at the note pad, "a bit better hidden."
He hadn't seen Alli in a long time but her ink control capabilities would certainly come in handy for ensuring the resulting tattoos were less suspicious. Besides, Drew was a little tired of the collar around his neck and the various other mutation spawned tattoos being so obvious. Taking a swig of the beer, Drew contemplated what he'd ask Alli to do with all that ink. Getting this guy to take him and the promises seriously wasn't his job. It usually worked better for Drew if they didn't take him seriously.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jan 15, 2014 18:20:13 GMT -6
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Sometimes Drew regretted taking the job Sam offered him. Particularly the mountains of paperwork that it generated when the boss decided to play dead for a while made him want to scream in frustration. He usually consoled himself with the notion that he was helping make the world a better place, even if it didn't seem like it when he was re-alphabetizing the student files. He sighed and was about to get back to taking care of the Mount Doom by Paperwork when his cell phone buzzed that he'd gotten a text. He quickly checked the message and the quick follow up requesting a cell phone too.
So it was finally time huh? Drew pulled open the desk drawer and pulled out the small paragraph of promises he and Sam had hammered out for the occupant of the cell downstairs. It was sort of a dirty trick to pull on the mutant in question but if that was what it took then Drew was fine with it. After all there was a certain mass murderer out there who owed her reduction in freedom to him too. If this kept up he might have to go get a law degree. Drew snagged a cell phone on his way out of the office and headed down to the cells.
As Sam and his guest came into site Drew nodded lazily before tossing the notepad and cell phone toward Sam.
"So this is him huh?" Drew took a long look at Shade, "You sure you wanna do this?"
He addressed the question to Sam mainly but if Shade answered too, well that was fine.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 28, 2013 12:11:46 GMT -6
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Drew took Maya's hand and nodded to Saph and Shin as he and Maya disappeared into the mirrors. Until they found the prison area he was useless. He stayed ready for a fight though. As soon as they left the mirrors they'd be in enemy turf again. If these guys were smart they'd have plenty of guards on the kids so Drew expected a fight pretty quickly.
"If I were a group of kidnapping jerks, where would I keep my prisoners?"
Probably someplace easily defensible with plenty of ways to corral wayward kids if they tried to escape. At least, that's the way he'd do it if he wasn't totally appalled by the idea. If he had his way he might accidently kill a couple of these jerks. Since this was an X-mission Drew figured he'd aim for knockouts and disarmings instead.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 26, 2013 11:33:40 GMT -6
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Drew had made sure his sword was sharpened as perfectly as he could get it without going to a metal controller before this mission. It was a wonderful mixture of kidnapped kids and Sam in a bad situation from what he understood. Given that the man had given him an out all that time ago Drew was plenty willing to help him out. Whether or not Sam wanted the help didn't really matter. If he got the chance Drew would just clobber Sam over the head until knocked out and sort out the mess later. For now though he was assigned to kid rescue detail.
It wasn't really all that surprising. Frustrating, since Drew would really like to punch Sam right in his one good eye right now, but unsurprising. Not for the first or last time did he envy those whose abilities lent themselves to combat. He nodded to Maya.
"I'll keep the guards busy while you get the kids out."
Glancing over at the others, Drew nodded.
"Good luck with your end. See ya on the other side."
Meanwhile, Drew was chuckling a little on the inside. Distraction man, that was him. Maybe that could be his code name since nothing seemed to fit, Distraction. He kept the notion to himself though. It was mission time, there were better things to do than whine. Like keeping an eye out for the first wave of minions this particular batch of villains would send their way.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Sept 24, 2013 17:48:41 GMT -6
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Drew shared Kealey's grin about Sam. Sam was a good guy but you couldn't say he didn't know how to delegate. If the guy had to do his own paperwork Drew figured they'd be finding frozen piles of paper in his office. Kealey seemed pretty happy to talk about the wedding and Drew was glad for her. Shame they hadn't managed to have a honeymoon yet though.
"Well at least things are going well for you two. Glad to hear you've got some design work."
He was paying just enough attention to Kealey's words to offer honest enough replies to them. He frowned at her mention of having trouble designing the big look for this campaign she was working on. While he poured the brownie batter into a buttered baking dish he wielded the chocolatey mixing spoon in her direction.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out. Heck, maybe these brownies will help out."
Desserts may not solve every problem but Drew did firmly believe that they help. He popped the dish of soon to be brownies in the oven and turned it on. Following that he leaned up against the counter, holding out the batter covered spoon to Kealey.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 25, 2013 9:15:40 GMT -6
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Drew rummaged in the cabinets as Kealey spoke. Brownies were fairly simple and nearly universally liked. A pan of those wouldn't go amiss. He hummed lightly in response to her desire for a sandwich. If she hadn't had lunch yet then this would be a good chance for her to do so. Once he had a small station with his dry ingredients set up Drew joined her near the fridge to grab the milk and eggs he needed. So while he was rummaging there he didn't really see her shrug but it was sort of evident in her voice. What caught him was the marriage bit. Raking his mind, Drew remembered hearing about it. Drew smiled slightly and continued with his baking tasks.
"Congratulations on the wedding by the way, since I haven't seen you since long before that. Though not on the chaos. Chaos is no fun."
Exhilarating maybe but not fun. At least not to him anyway. Then again when things got chaotic for him there was often a good bit of danger involved. It probably was not the same sort of chaos for Kealey. At her appeal to hear he'd been busy too Drew had to shake his head before he answered. He was perfectly ok. Really.
"Busy is a good word to describe it. Went on...well I guess you could say walkabout not long back. Spent some time in Europe and Australia. Mostly I've been handling paperwork for Sam since I got back. It's enough to make a guy wish he had fire powers instead of super promise powers. Those filing cabinets could use a good char grilling."
By this point Drew was mixing together ingredients for the batter. He put most of his focus on that since he wanted the brownies to turn out well.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 24, 2013 10:10:32 GMT -6
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He glanced up as he heard someone entering the kitchen. It was an easy assumption to make that it was another student. Therefore when it turned out to be a blonde that he hadn't seen a long time Drew grinned widely.
"Well look who it is! I was just thinking about you. It's good to see ya Kealey."
He stretched and moseyed back to the counter. Leaning on it, Drew chuckled a bit.
"You shouldn't but I'll forgive you for it anyway. How has my favorite blonde lady been? It's been ages."
It was good to see the empath again. They'd been through a lot when they first met and had drifted apart as time went by. Other people and things demanded their attention. And whatever else had happened, Drew would always be grateful to her for convincing him to give this place a try. While he could have gotten on by himself in the city it wasn't something that he really wanted to do. Though sometimes he did end up thinking about it.
Standing there with Kealey gave Drew an idea. He hadn't baked anything in a while and it had been even longer since he'd baked for Kealey.
"Tell ya what. You talk while I bake you something. Got a craving for anything in particular?"
Drew put on a grin that was equal parts mischievous and happy as he waited for the answer.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 24, 2013 9:23:27 GMT -6
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The kitchen looked different when the sun was still shining. It was a strange thing to notice but Drew had spent so much time in this room at night that it was the first thing that stuck out to him. Drew chuckled a little as he waltzed in and took a look at the various fruits on offer for snacks. While he was fond of the mansion as a whole this was the room he thought of as home most often. Drew snagged an apple out of the fruit bowl and leaned against the counter as he ate it.
He'd spent most of the morning on paperwork. For not being the guy in charge of the place Sam sure dealt with a lot of paperwork. Which of course meant that so did Drew. Once he got done with the stack sitting on the desk maybe he'd go train a little. Working on his swordplay would be a good away to wind down. Of course his thoughts weren't the only company he had. After all summer was over and those that had been able to go home had returned for the start of classes. Students drifted in and out of the kitchen and Drew nodded to them as they passed.
A sudden bout of nostalgia gripped him as Drew remembered the nervous wreck he'd been when he first arrived here with Kealey as his guide. The kitchen had been his nightly haven at the time. He spent much less time here these days.
"I wonder if they miss the muffins and what not?" he muttered around a bite of apple.
Over all these days he was content, if a little bored, with his life. Part of it was denial and Drew was well aware of that. It served its purpose. The last few bites of the apple disappeared and Drew moved to toss the core in the garbage.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Aug 23, 2013 6:17:31 GMT -6
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This is as much an "I'm back!" post as an "I'll be away for a bit" post. On the upside, the semester has restarted and I'm feeling a bit more posty. On the down side the semester has started and that means homework, papers, and projects in addition to a minimal social life. Ergo I'll be posting when I can but don't expect anything quickly
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Jun 5, 2013 22:56:17 GMT -6
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Facing down a rather famous murderer wasn't one of Drew's best decisions ever. Then again good decision making wasn't part of his skill set. He'd made her cocky grin slide for a second and that made him feel at least a little better about the whole thing. If he died he'd die knowing he gave a famous killer a few seconds pause. He took a second to smirk at the Duncan comparison that the non-murderous woman made. At least he hoped she wasn't murderous. They weren't running a two for one special were they? Well, that aside, she was on their side temporarily anyway. She'd compared him to someone with a fair bit more experience with a blade than he had. It buoyed his ego slightly, ever so slightly.
With his attention fixed on Isabel as it was, it was hard not to notice the sheer confidence she exuded. Hopefully that egotism would be to their advantage. Crews more motley than they had managed to take down people like her. So Drew smirked cheerfully as she tried to intimidate them. She'd probably only like it more if he showed fear. As the diaper bearing gentleman spoke, Drew found himself nodding. He agreed wholeheartedly that the woman and child needed to get out of there as quickly as possible. Though considering that the boy had gone and treed himself like frightened game Drew suspected that he wouldn't be easily moved.
Hoping that the nod was enough of a response for the diaper gent, Drew slowly began to move forward. If Isabel took a swipe at the woman, Drew wanted to be in range to haul her out of the way.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on May 12, 2013 14:24:42 GMT -6
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He saw the wince but didn't comment on it. In a house full of kids with strange powers nightmares were pretty common. A fair number of them had had bad home lives before coming to the mansion. Not to mention that the very nature of mutation and it's tendency to appear in times of emotional stress meant that there was plenty of fuel for nightmares in the various minds that resided here. In fact it sort of surprised Drew that he didn't have more visitors when he was baking. Though he heard the muttering he didn't comment on that either, instead working on the dishes. Serena's suggestion that she help out surprised him a bit but he smiled and motioned her over.
"Sure, many hands make light work and all that."
After a moment or two of silence an idea occurred to Drew. Serena did take self defense from Sam after all. Neither one of them appeared likely to sleep soon.
"Tell you what, once the washing up is done and the next batch comes out of the oven I'm going to hit the Danger Room for a bit of a workout. Wanna come with?"
Drew scrubbed at a crusty portion of a pan while he waited for Serena's answer.
Posted by Andrew Leroy on May 9, 2013 19:46:24 GMT -6
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Riots were bad for clothing. As evidence, Drew was sporting a slightly bloody blue t-shirt that was ripped in several places from all the idiots that had seen fit to grab at it during fights. Ever since that new cast had turned the city into a hate fueled barbeque Drew had been out patrolling the streets and breaking up the worst of the fights. Looters he didn't care much about. It was the incredibly vicious fights that he broke up before they progressed to murders.
The two guys he'd left bleeding out in an alley might point out that he didn't seem to care much about that. They'd be right for the most part. Killing didn't fluster him much anymore as long as the victim had it coming. Drew turned a corner. There was a park across the way and he crossed to it. Wouldn't hurt to check it out. Drew idly wiped most of the blood off of his broadsword on the tail of his shirt as he headed into the park. Any other day he wouldn't be openly carrying it but straight up brawling wouldn't hack it if he had to face a fellow mutant.
And speaking of he thought he heard voices and the words mutant and human. Speeding his pace he came in view just as a man with a shopping back proudly proclaimed his humanity and pulled a gun on someone that he had rather hoped to avoid meeting. Ever.
Isabel Duskmoor.
Drew had an inky reminder of the last time he'd heard her voice. Thankfully she didn't know who he was or he suspected he'd already be pierced through. Despite the urge to turn tail and run, there were a couple of people she was threatening that needed rescuing first.
"Can anyone get in on this party, or is it a private affair?"
He strode forward with his sword casually held but definitely pointed at a certain renowned murderess.
Another little addendum from the folks at the Mansion. It has been suggested in cbox that the Mansion be put in lockdown. Under eighteen and your butt stays put. As Calley so eloquently put it:
"The city is on fire. Marshmallows are on lockdown, and so are you."
Posted by Andrew Leroy on Mar 17, 2013 17:52:56 GMT -6
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Since she was quietly leaving out the why of her sleeplessness Drew didn't pry. It was hers to divulge if she wanted to. Downing the rest of the milk he nodded grimly to Serena.
"That's part of it. This is sort of a nightly ritual for me. Has been for a while. And I don't tend to sleep well on the best of nights. Nightmares, that sort of thing. So I stay up baking until I'm too tired to go on. That usually takes care of the problem."
Of course there would always be nights that he couldn't escape the various nightmares but no need to tell her that. He'd left out the content of the nightmares because...well that was his business. Things he hadn't shared even with his closest friends. Drew glanced over at the oven timer. Wouldn't be long before the next batch was done. After that he wasn't quite sure what he'd do. Maybe hit the Danger Room with his sword and dagger. That would keep him busy enough until he could sleep.
Drew wandered over to the sink, letting the quiet space between himself and Serena grow. There wasn't much to say and if he was going to go exercise once the muffins came then he needed to clean up now.
