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 Sept 20, 2024 14:51:41 GMT -6
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>>> "'War room' would have been an even worse name for it, Ashton," Lee replied, and Ashton blinked.
Did she not know what they called their board room for discussing missions? Granted, he knew about it mainly from Jorge, and the man was a full X. But still.
Her humor was overshadowed by the fact she thought it funny, the idea that the x-men would get together prior to a mission, and talk about stuff. Rather than rushing off, blindly. Ashton was not an X. But he felt offended for them, by proxy. Seemed a terrible thing, to think the men in the X-men would rush off blindly, 9 times out of 10. And maybe a little sexist? Were there women on the team? They needed more women. He thought maybe the majority of women were married… he’d heard a rumor about it… and heck, even married to each other. Which meant not single. Which was a shame.
Yeah, the x men definitely needed more women in the team. More members, in general. And that was spoken by a guy who planned to join. Not just someone who appreciated the insights of the fairer… and smarter, let’s face it, folks… sex. She was probably right. Dudes probably did barge into danger, all braggadocio and ice armor, or water whatever, or whatever the hell it was the Asian did with his mind.
He totally missed the humor, yeah. He kind of stone faced past Ms Smith’s joke. So he made small talk. And she had seen the danger room once before, but not since the rebuild. She was not entirely clueless about it. Okay. Gave her opinion on it and who she would want exposed to it, a bit more weight. Better than someone who just hears danger and says “I don’t want it.”
”Well I was just about to go. If you wanted to see the new and improved room. But you were busy, weren’t you?”
At this point, he realized maybe he was artificially extending the conversation, and maybe he needed to let the woman get on with her day. Stop being selfish, monopolizing a woman’s time. Unless she wanted to kill the time, that was. With him.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Sept 15, 2024 8:28:34 GMT -6
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The 80s slip up had got her looking at him, and strangely. He didn’t smile about the comment, played it close to the chest. Whoops. Yeah, he did look way younger than an 80s kid. So what if his youngest memories before the age change were of stuff like hair bands and really good rock and roll? That did not mean a thing. But he would share if anyone ever asked. Just an old geezer, rambling about the good ol days.
Music these days. Not enough hair rocking. Too much emotion. Not even the right kinds. Stuff like asking what you’re made for because you’re unhappy, or whatever, when you could be focusing on how happy you were, or how happy you would make someone else, although there was that song about someone being happy… and it was mostly catchy and annoying. A real worm for your ear.
He Did like some modern music. Recent rock, some flavors of old. Maybe u2, the foo fighters, hozier, royal blood… He needed to check some out, too. The lemon twigs was supposed to be 60s-70s feel, dirty honey! He had friends that helped him on the music scene. Turned him to stuff like Allah las. Natural child, Greta van fleet, King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard, Phanerons, Holy Wave, Triathalon… He even liked the Mars Volta. Stuff like that. Foxy Shazam, specifically their self-titled album and The Church of Rock and Roll. White Reaper sounds like early Cheap Trick. He could go on. But this was all internal monologue. Nobody was listening (not even him).
Miss Smith said:
“Then wouldn't it have made more sense to name it the 'power training room', Mr Drake? Or even simply the 'training room' rather than the danger room?"
He winced a little. Mr Drake.
” But it’s dangerous… “ He said sardonically. ”And you can call me Ashton. I’m off the clock. As for the room, yeah, maybe power training is pretty literal. The war room sounds melodramatic, too. But they probably mostly use it to play cards… not a lot of going to war lately. Except there one time they did, and it didn’t get used at all… the headmaster must enjoy melodrama.”
They were getting pretty far from the original thing He had meant to do today.
” Have you ever seen the danger room?” As thin asked curiously.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Sept 15, 2024 7:55:30 GMT -6
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Jorge slapped him on the shoulder, and moved to help him by showing him to the war room. Perhaps there was a job he could tackle? Jorge wanted to test him out.
Okay, okay.
Ashton, he listened to the volcano tale, and was like ‘wait, what.’ And an office building that had come to life.
”Who writes this stuff?! I guess it’s true what they say… sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction.” He shook his head, and chuckled to himself. Yeah. There was no way anyone could have made this stuff up.
Jorge led him to the mansion, next stop, the war room.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Sept 3, 2024 10:04:26 GMT -6
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>>>”Uh, not sure how many people," Lee admitted. "But for most of those, probably after the first time the company lost a lawsuit.
Ashton wagged a pointed finger at her, like yes! Exactly! He nodded a little. Did she get his point? Mansions and Ass covering? No, from her next comment, it seemed not.
>>> "And you and I must have had very different childhoods, because danger definitely did not sound like fun to me," Lee said.
He had respondes for that, but age looked like she were thinking. Ashton gave her a moment.
Lee agreed, maybe it was a valid point. He thought she got there. But then she talked more and proved she had reached a different location, altogether. Or maybe the same one? He did not know. His face still fell in a disappointed frown.
”Maybe it’s a guy thing. Or an 80s kid thing. Danger being cool. Loud music that damages hearing? Cool. Most of the other self destructive stuff from then…. Cool? What I meant was, maybe the name is covering their asses. Legally. Hard to argue people weren’t warned. You don’t call a gun range a training park. There are guns there.”He finished lamely.
Words matter. Word choices matter. It has to have been intentional. That name was absolutely a choice.
They lock the room best they can, and warn people.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Sept 2, 2024 13:12:44 GMT -6
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The disrespect. Making him a trainee, as a grown man. Jorge had sighed at the question, nodded. That was confirmation. Ashton just shook his head.
—
On the costume question, Jorge snorted.
>>> ”Depends on what fits you and your abilities best. There is some uniform between them but they are always fit to what you need.”
Ashton nodded. That made sense. If someone had a special need, like a fire mutant and fireproof clothes… whatever those were… or someone with explosive sweat, collecting the sweat in grenades, or—
>>> “You’re coming at a good time, though. X’s got a special tailor that does the fittings now. I hear he’s the best. Wish I had that…”
He said tight leather and water— Ashton did not devote much time to that mental image. He just agreed, outright.
”… yeah. That wouldn’t be the best fit. But it’s good to know they’ve got a costume person now.” Ashton said.
>>> ”If you like we can head into the war room. See if there’s anything mission wise that could interest you. Sam is probably there already. He’s always looking for trouble.” Jorge said.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 29, 2024 11:30:16 GMT -6
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If age was a state of mind. It was probably Florida. There was duality in Florida. Old folks, set in their ways. And freaking insane people, doing whatever possessed them.
After He had finished speaking, Cervantes shared some bad news.
”Ugh. Trainee sounds like training wheels. Like I should wear an apron and be learning to make lattes. I mean, it makes sense for kids, but adults?” He gestured with both hands, like come on.
”Wait. They didn’t make you— no….”
Animals.
— So it was as He thought. Missions. Several. Then getting signed on by the old guard. Full X men. And how long to get out of being trainee? Become full, himself. Not that He was full of himself. He could pay dues, be the lower rank. Earn it.
” What’s the costume situation like? Guess I don’t know. Matching? Leather? Kevlar? Mini— never mind.” One too far.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 29, 2024 10:44:10 GMT -6
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Uh oh. He’d done it again. The stupid thing. He’d talked.
‘Here it comes,’ Ashton thought.
He was ready. Really. Bring it.
>>> "He's been training and getting some lessons at an MMA gym since he was 7," Lee explained to Mr Drake. "I'm just hoping that he manages to get to his first class before he tries to sneak his way in there.
"I was thinking more that human parents sending their children here, if there actually are any, might be a little perturbed to know that the school has something called 'the danger room'."
Oh no!! Critical hit. She had mom’splained him dead. Or was it ma’am’splained? Either. He was pretty sure he had psychic damage. He just stood. He took it. He nodded.
”Yeah. ‘Danger room’ is a bad look. Like those signs in Spanish, peligro. Hay peligro de fuego. Warning. Danger of fire.” he saw those at national parks. Trees burn sometimes.
He granted her that it was kind of worrisome to name something like that, tohave something like that, too. And good on her for training her kid! But—
”I’m just being conversational, but how many times do you think people have accidentally started fires, or slipped on wet floors, or burned themselves on hot food, before they were legally required to put pictures of mouth cancer on cigarettes? Maybe the name is a warning, to try and keep kids out. One with the opposite effect, sure. I was once a kid. Danger sounds fun!”
He wondered how many human parents had seen the mansion since the remodel? Would they have read the news about the crazy magic folks he had missed. That had to have been front page news… unless people had been made to forget. And he did not think that was a thing.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 27, 2024 8:45:41 GMT -6
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There was a discarded football on the green, and it was even within range. It would be the work of a moment. An easy escape. He was not proud to admit that his first thought had been to just leave. Trade places with something. Teleport away.
He had offended her. She had reprimand him and He had offended her. His talk of Rooms of danger, apparently was not approved parent talk. Students might, what, learn?
”Maam,” Ashton began. His tone was apologetic. ” I’ll keep it quiet in the future. I don’t mean to upset you. Or blow the lid off some secret. But really…” He grimaced at her. Did she not know?
” It’s provably the worst-kept secret here… kids probably learn about it in the first half hour on campus… I think at least one person broke in this past month. There were burn marks on the wall, near a brand new lock. So… wait, I’m making it worse. That’s worse. Sorry. You trying to shield your kid?”
Hard to shield kids these days. Better to teach them to protect themselves. Knowledge is power. Mutants take that to extremes. Self knowledge. Self defense. Generic humans don’t care if you know your powers or not, when they come after you… that was a worst case scenario… still. No need to simplify things for bad people, and kids talk a lot. On-site holo-deck? Who wouldn’t blab? And not even about training usages. Teenagers think about some pretty base things in passing. Ugh. Good thing it had locks.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 24, 2024 14:45:48 GMT -6
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Yeah. This was a bit awkward. With the slow talk, and him explaining, and her very clearly remembering him. Since it had not even been 24 hours.
And here, he’d gone and asked about her son. She had a son.
She was free. Got work done early.
”Thank God for small favors.” he said. Finishing work early is great.
He jerked his head towards the mansion. ”I was just warming up before I see about doing a session in the danger room.”
He had access. He could do that. What else would he do with his time? Maybe he’d practice the newer aspect of his power, making things trade places with things. Always interesting, that. Orrr maybe he’d just go home. He hadn’t decided yet. Now he felt all self conscious.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 20, 2024 20:50:27 GMT -6
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And then he ran past her. He mentally hit the brakes, skid skid skid, and did a backwards run. Stopped in front of her. Ran in place.
”Oh hello again.” Ashton said, amiably.
The woman from earlier that day. His job, at the bar. With the tiles. He wondered what she was doing at the mansion, but then, he wasn’t going to pry. People have lives. She probably had business here, or a friend, or family. People have lives. Kid, maybe?
He shouldn’t pry. People have lives. Good to separate business from socializing. But then, he really wasn’t doing any business presently. That had been concluded.
Ashton stopped running in place.
”From earlier, with the tiles. In the bathroom, right? Man, life is funny. I did not expect to run into you twice in one day.” a weak laugh. Heh. Really, what else could he say? He didn’t really know her.
”Visiting someone?” He found himself asking. Really, it had just slipped out.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 19, 2024 5:18:38 GMT -6
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Perfectly average, run-of-the-mill, job. He did the stuff, He got paid. He left. The job had been simple, perfectly satisfactory upon completion. No issues. Tiles. Bam. He moved on with his life.
After the job, He went and got lunch. Steak sandwich. And while Ashton could have grilled or fried himself up a steak at home, it was nice to treat yourself once in a while after a payday. Plus, it drastically reduced the dishes he would have to wash. He kept his place neat, but it was a constant battle, uphill. A war.
He did some errands afterwards, got a few groceries. By that time, it was getting later in the day and creeping towards 3 or 5. He figured he could hit up the mansion and maybe train a little, or jog on the grounds. Weight room maybe? They let him use that stuff. He knew as guy. Maybe even occasionally took a class. “Betterment,” or something.
He arrived at the mansion in shorts (gray), and a dri-fit tank top shirt (black). Jog, it was. A warm up. Cardio, while he figured out the rest of his afternoon. He did some paces around the outside ring of the mansion grounds. Starting to work up a comfortable sweat.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 16, 2024 17:35:06 GMT -6
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>>> ”Easy to get us confused. Only two old men left on the scene.”
Ashton snorted right back. ”Only two? Wow. I thought there were more.”
Hadn’t there been another one? Flamboyant? He had seen him in the news. Liked being flashy? Maybe he had retired.
He shared his powers, gave his explanation, and must have impressed Cervantes because the man was suddenly offering to help if he could. Which was what incredibly nice. Ashton smiled at that. He appreciated it.
”You know, I really appreciate that.” Ashton said. ”I think I need to work on getting missions though, don’t it? I don’t know how this all works. Heh: is there a probationary x man stage? What do we call the new hires?” He scratched the back of his head.
Was this man offering to take him on missions, too? Or had he merely been focused on paperwork? Training sessions? Ashton did not know.
He was down for anything, even if it was just talking.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 11, 2024 10:35:31 GMT -6
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Oof. Had his past self written about this person? The diary he had read had concerned more recent events. Stuff with a former partner. There were certainly previous volumes. Unless the journaling had begun much later, maybe a psychiatrists suggestion, to help unpack a trauma. He kept a polite smile on his face as Cervantes spoke. It was probably the trauma thing. But He did journal now. It helped with emotional constipation.
He had not searched in closets at the apartment for more journals. After the drama, past digging felt wrong. You can’t go home. He may have had lots to write about the man, if such books had existed. Or maybe they did? Who knew?
>>> . ”So I won’t. Privacy and all that.”
”I much prefer making new relationships rather than poring over old. Nice to meet you, and all that.” He aimed for friendly tact.
Jorge whistled about Paperwork.
He was glad Ashton had made it. Ashton nodded a “me too” nod. It was wild what he had learned about people sharing his name, too. No, he was not connected to creepy dolls. And now he knew too much. Secrets he’d take to his grave.
Jorge spoke on.
Yeah. Not being a cop was great. Lot of baggage there He left bagged with a tight smile and a “yep!”
>>> ”If I may ask, what are you doing out here at the Mansion. Don’t recall you coming out here much before the deaging. Looking for someone specific?”
”I made an assumption that turned out wrong. Someone told me an X was out here. I thought it was Cold Steel, but it is you instead. Heh. Whoops.”
Explanations were needed so he shared.
”He has been helping me with my mutation. I was a lot older when my mutation activated, I guess, so I had to figure out some things. But the mutation kept growing, after the mind regressed. It still wanted to be at grown-Me levels. So that was fun. Powers, growing. Changing. Making things… swap.”
He mentally made two pool chairs switch places in Jorge’s sight. A vague scent of cinnamon remained, wafting.
”Used to just be me who traded places with things, I am told. Now it’s whatever. I was going to talk with Cold Steel about maybe joining up with the X people… now that I’ve gotten a better handle on it. Feet beneath me, yadda yadda. Being a police officer may not have worked out, different mind sets from the Then Me to the present, I guess. But I still want to help others.”
What did they make a full grown man? A trainee first? Gotta walk before running? Probationary X? What?
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 10, 2024 9:29:51 GMT -6
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Broken tiles. He could do broken tiles. He would just need the appropriate stuff for handyman repairs, and— oh, those had already been provided. Good. Saved him from having to match the tile, and make a list of supplies needed, for approval. Saved him a trip to the store, unless they ran out of stuff.
He did not usually do handyman, but he could be a handyman. He had grown up with a dad who fixed stuff around the house. He got roped in on those occasions, and had helped whenever he could. So tiles? No problem. Had installed tiles.had plenty of experience running to stores for stuff.
The damaged tiles were on the wall, rather than just floor. Like someone had impacted. Yeah. That fit her description. Out of hand incident. Probably a big ol fight. Some were missing. Might’ve been taken home in someone’s hair, as powder.
>>>”It’s really not a whole lot, but Matt had already spoken with your boss before I was able to see the damage.”
”It’s no problem. I’ve done this sort of thing before. I’ll get to work, then.” Ashton said.
He rolled up his sleeves, and started doing the task. It took an appropriate amount of time. He wound up having enough materials, and did not need to run to any stores. It was nice when people had done most of the hard work already.
After he was finished, Ashton showed her the room and explained how long the whole thing would take to dry and set. He explained any additional information he thought she might need, and they handled payment. Pretty run of the mill engagement, really. He washed up, tidied up, and said:
”Should be all set then. Unless there was anything else?” If not, he would head on out.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 9, 2024 23:14:32 GMT -6
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”Oh, God no.” Ashton laughed.
He could laugh about it now. Good. That was progress.
”It took a long time to acclimate. Finally getting somewhere though… hmm… Detective Cervantes,” Ashton held his chin thoughtfully. Killer name, that. ”Yeah. I knew I was a cop. Kept a journal. Sort of helped in picking up the pieces. And I have family. My sister filled me in on a lot of stuff. I Tried being a cop again, but…” He made a gesture, like placing his hand flat in the air, then see-sawing it so it wobbled up and down. He did it heavily skewed to one angle, though, to… you know? Imply a lack of balance, or something being wildly wrong with that.
”Electrician seems to be working out much better..”
None of his coworkers wanted him fired or dead, at least. So much less drama. He did not want to unpack that with a cop, though. He’d only just met the man he’d met years ago. I mean, come on.
”I’m glad your situation worked out for you. The red tape and government paperwork alone for having to deal with ALL that nonsense… if I could have just gone back to the right age. Sheesh. I didn’t even know that was an option. Wonder if she—“ He cut off. He’d been caught monologuing. And if the girl from his diary, the one he’d been trying to get justice for, had just aged up after a few months… what a wasted few months he would have had. He shook the thought out of his head… by shaking his head.