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 Nov 20, 2024 20:46:55 GMT -6
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Ashton was zip tying, when he heard…
>>> "Aw, c'mon, Ashton! You can do better than that!" Fred shouted. "Smack them around some more!"
Ashton finished up what he was doing, and did not look towards Fred. He didn’t trust himself to look neutral. He was too annoyed. And Kealey was approaching— he looked at her instead.
—
Kealey got in on William, and he said nothing, went to mess with the gun.
As Kealey rounded on him, Ashton realized all the screaming and reprimands about hurting guards earlier… that had been for him, as well as William. He felt mildly annoyed with them for not understanding stuff. William’s power? Seemed non-lethal and handy. And his own methods? Well.
The guard had been armed, and that changed dynamics. If one of them had been shot, if Lee had been shot, or if the guard had missed, and hit another guard… it changed things. But he had acted with what an outside observer might think was police brutality. And he hated that sort of thing.
”You’re right. Next time, I’ll disarm, then grapple a bit more gently. Only shoved him, not hard, but— I understand what you are saying.” He had forced his emotions down, made hit attitude a lot more mild. He was not thrilled, mostly a little frustrated with himself, and the others, but it was not overwhelming. He was not furious with Kealey or anything. He was taking the reprimand and dealing.
And they were moving on. Lee said she’d take care of the guards. Her and Tarin did so. and Kealey had a plan.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 20, 2024 20:21:28 GMT -6
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In front of the warehouse, it was a circus. Squad Cars, ambulances, people. All it was missing was a ring master. It had plenty of clowns.
People in handcuffs. People they had caught. And she recognized one of them.
The blanket hit the ground. More than it had already been dragging. And—
Oh. Oh no.
She recognized him, and she was going to do something about it. Her target for her anger was no longer him. He had stopped talking, and she was striding towards lab coat. Lab coat was Him, the person who had done something- and —
Ashton did quick mental math. Quin probably weighed something like 130-140, because she was tall. Maybe a little more. Sorry Quin. The scientist, however, was shorter. Scrawny. Your typical stereotype. He weighed much less. If push came to shove, he could trade places with the man and get him out of harm’s way. She was moving purposefully, not flat out sprinting. Ashton didn’t need to swap yet. He could just cut her off.
He moved with more purpose than her, and placed himself in front of her, between Quin and the man. He wanted to say Whoa, act all shocked, raise his hands, and stuff, but— he didn’t. He kept his arms at his sides, and chose a different tactic.
”This is him? The guy who did this to you? If we get your statement, get it on-record— you want him to stay away, don’t you? To get what he deserves?”
Hitting him, or whatever she had been about to do— it would not have done that.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 19, 2024 10:00:57 GMT -6
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>>> See. Lasers and saw blades are a perfect example of why you probably shouldn't go around telling random parents about the danger room," Lee said with a shake of her head.
This woman seemed hyper-critical towards the mansion, the x, , and for a moment, He felt like she could be negative about anything. Ashton kept his mouth shut and didn’t say anything. It made him tired. Even if he agreed with her a little. He supposed it took different sorts to be X-men. You either had it, or you didn’t… most sane folks DID NOT.
And every single negative thing she did and said, with downplaying herself and not wanting to actually be present or help— made him want to just postpone the training. It would be a lot of effort to interact with the scenario, and the feedback just wasn’t there. It was like he was alone.
It seemed He had lots of feeelings. Which made him stop while He was listening to her, and assess. Adult Ashton had done therapy, after traumatic events involving an Elephantman. Journaling had been part of it. Why this Ashton even knew about that event. Present Ashton had taken it upon himself to do therapy, to journal, while He had been a cop, and after. He knew He had issues backing him up, like a bad meals indigestion. Therapy let him assess. Take a step back. Look.
” Before we begin…i wanted to share something. I was standing here, getting defensive whenever you are critical of the x men, and realized… asked myself why, even if you’re right on lots. Kind of silly, getting defensive when I agree with you on some things, yeah? I’m sorry. I’ve been standoffish. I owe them a lot. And took it personally.”
He’d been getting tense. While she had not even been close to as bad as he had been acting. He needed to fix his mood .
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 19, 2024 8:54:49 GMT -6
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Anger was good. This was a situation where anger was good. More constructive than feeling sorry for one’s self, at least. If he could be the target of her anger, and get her moving and focused… so be it. He owed her that. He was no stranger to the idea.
She was clenching her jaw and wanted to leave, so Ashton said ”Okay. And here—“
He passed her the blanket that had been under his arm the entire time. She could be cold or throw it on the ground or use it, but he was tired of carrying it.
He just wanted to help. So, whatever the blanket’s fate was, Ashton moved on, directing her towards the exit. Towards their cars, ambulances someone had summoned, to potential tea or coffee or— whatever. He’d give her all the help she asked for. If he could.
He really hoped this was the ‘not-permanent’ deaging. Because fuck.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 18, 2024 7:58:54 GMT -6
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She stopped walking, when He told her the number. It was a big number. He knew He would hurt her with it. It hurt. But. She needed to know. That much time lost would make anyone pause.
The look she gave him was expected. His heart went out to her. It physically hurt to see her having to deal with this trauma.
Boo fucking hoo for him.
He wasn’t the one who had been deaged.
She walked again, coping and moving and processing and-/ He followed.
Her hands were shaking, she touched her hair, looked at the blood, asked why she could not remember.
”I don’t know. You got de-aged, and those memories went with it, I guess,” Ashton said.
It was this whole thing and people didn’t know and they were chasing their tails and he didn’t want to give false hope about anything He knew or didn’t know. Was it forever? Was it mutant, was it man-made? Had his contact also been kidnapped? How many people was this affecting? Why de-aging? He didn’t want to give her more questions just then.
She stumbled and asked what she was supposed to do.
”I am not telling you how to live your life. If it were me, that would just piss me off.. we’re going to get you some hot tea, we will contact your parents, get you to your place. Maybe you go back to university, maybe not. That’s you.”
All He could do was help while she would take his help.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 14, 2024 18:52:09 GMT -6
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How much time, exactly?
She was taking a deep breath, letting it out. He could sense there were emotions. Strong ones, how could there not be? She had been incredulous, and somehow gotten to believing him, and now had to process all of… that… and here he was, being asked to speculate on a woman’s age. Always sketchy territory, even without the mental and body horror that was… being deaged.
His lips went thin as he looked at her. She had mentioned university, so 18, 19, 20, in that range. Before this day, before all of this, she had been… in the range of 34.
He followed her as she walked. Talking. She could find the exit. It wasn’t like the warehouse was a labyrinth and she would get lost, or anything. If you went in one direction for long enough…
”Before,” Ashton began, quietly. ”You were in your thirties. Around 34. Now you seem to be college-aged. Probably about 14 years difference. I’m sorry.”
He really was. He really, really was. He did not know if there was a reverse. For some, it was temporary. Others…
”We found your car. You were alone, when they kidnapped you. Probably scoping out this area to try and find these missing people.” he said.
He did not mention the signs of the struggle, or her cellphone. He did not mention her apartment and the walls.
He did not say the clues she had left behind had saved all these people. Honestly? Felt like a shit way to say ‘thank you for your service’, while completely minimizing someone’s personal struggles. Or their entire life. Chalking it up to ‘sacrifices’, ones they may not have personally signed on to make. Just to sum it up with a quick, high-pitched, singsong ‘thank you for your service!’
Someone’s life had been gravely altered, here. There was no medal in sight.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 14, 2024 14:26:16 GMT -6
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>>> ”They’re okay right?” Archer had asked.
”Yeah,” He had said. Yeah. Her parents were just fine. Would be, until they heard about this.
He knew her. Had known her. She had talked to them all the time. Unless something had occurred during the time He had moved, to start another MRC elsewhere. After that, him and Archer had not spoken much at all. Which was on him. All of it. And he probably wouldn’t ever be able to make amends for it, Now.
But oh, look!
A distractingly shiny blanket, And an option on boots.
A brief conversation with Hobbes, and he was back. With blanket from outer space. And he had just walked back into her conversation to find her with some sad look upon her face, or something. Except not sad, but stunned. Because, reasons
Something had triggered her mind into action. Pieces were aligning in a puzzle.
She asked why she was in New York. She took a step back, to leave him holding the Mylar blanket. Looking dumb. His mouth sagged.
Nobody called her Archer. He’d done it again.
Another step back. And who was he?
All of those were excellent questions. The gleam of future detective/officer Archer was in her eyes. But, now was answers time. Dammit.
He folded the blanket under one arm, and did not step closer to Quin.
”I had hoped to get you somewhere you could sit down. Because there is a lot to process. But… you were a cop. My former partner. And you were working on a case. That got us here. Someone changed you, somehow, into a younger version of yourself— you lost a lot of time, Quin.”
He had not answered all of her questions, but at the same time, he Had given her a lot of answers. Also, questions. Too many damn questions.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 14, 2024 13:02:50 GMT -6
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She narrowed her eyes. At him. At him.
No trust. He would have to tread carefully. After what she had been through, he would never have assumed anything else.
What had she been through? Other than being turned into a damn kid, what had she been through… her memories were affected by the the kid-the kiddification… so… maybe it was a blessing she could not remember at all…. No.
No, it was not. He mentally kicked himself for the stupid thought. And they needed a better terminology than kiddification. Lord.
He’d suggested seeing a doctor, and she’d said she wasn’t hurt, and stepped out of the cage.
Ashton nodded slightly at the comment. Good. Not hurt. She was covered in blood though, wasn’t she? Yes, there was blood dried on her face and in her hair. Her clothes were filthy and torn. And she had lost her shoes along the way. Just in socks. He would have to find her shoes somehow, and avoid broken glass.
If she said she was fine, she was probably fine. He knew better than to second-guess her right now.
Before He could lead her towards the exit, a doctor, a ride, she addressed the elephant in the corridor.
She mentioned university, her parents. The life she knew. Asked how long she had been there, if her parents had called.
Ashton didn’t really know her parents. Pulling out his cellphone to show her the time and date would only make things complicated and confusing. And not simply because it might appear as if she had slept and lost years. Like that story. Aside from a false assumption, he has a cellphone. What year was she from? This youthful version. 90s kid? 2000s? 80s Ashton would need to adjust to future tech. Things too different would seem unreal. A lie.
It took him a couple of seconds to reply, three seconds in which she got to stew. He decided to answer her questions truthfully. They could work towards the big stuff in a minute.
”Nothing happened at any universities,” Ashton announced soberly. ” Your parents didn’t call. We need to get you all out of this warehouse, get this group home. Get you where you belong. If you follow, I’ll take you to the exit. Hobbes!!”
As He stepped away from her, further into the corridor, He grabbed the attention of one of his MRC men. Hobbes had been drifting through the corridor on one mission or another. He was an unassuming plain-looking man in a black tactical jacket, with brown hair. His arms were full of shiny packets. Must have been the mission.
“Drake,” the man said. His eyes shifted to Quin. “Shit,” He grimaced. “Is she—“
Ashton cut him off. ”Cold? Yeah, probably. It’s like an ice box in here. Give me one of those space blankets. And see if anyone has a pair of spare boots in their car. Crapshot, but— thanks.”
Metal glinted as Hobbes handed him a chrome-looking camping blanket. The man had a metal hand. Metal arm, actually, but He wasn’t flashing bicep.
He turned away. Hobbes voice in the back ground, on the radio: “Anyone got any spare boots in their vehicles? Drake needs—“
Drake looked to see if Quin had followed him. He had the mylar blanket already free of the plastic packet. The reflective emergency blanket crinkled in his grasp.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 13, 2024 19:39:07 GMT -6
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She frowned. She took a step back. She did not know him.
‘Of course not, you idiot’, Ashton admonished himself. She had regressed. Turned into a kid.
Who the hell does that? But apparently it was a thing they did. It made his chest hurt. Made him queasy.
He cleared his throat. She did not know him.
”’m Detective Drake,” He said, almost mumbling at first. Grimaced. Said his name clearer. ”Ashton Drake. I’m with the police. We’re rescuing you and the others, getting you out of these cages… take it easy. Take it slow. I’ll just—“
He stepped away from the unlocked cage door, slipping the key into a pocket with one hand, then raising them both so she could see empty palms.
She did not know him. There was no reason to trust him. He was just a guy in dark pants and jacket. The badge wasn’t even visibly presented. He had not thought that far, before he had found her. He had sort of been rushing down the halls, manic.
In the background, they could both hear the other MRC officers shouting stuff like “found another one,” unlocking cages, speaking with people, escorting kids out of their kennels.
Kennels. Disgusting.
She had asked how he knew her. How to handle that?
”As for how I know you… we need to get you checked out by doctors first, but I’ll explain everything later. You’re safe. One step at a time.”
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 13, 2024 16:16:29 GMT -6
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>>> "Ok, so what kind of things are we throwing?" Lee asked. "And what do you mean 'the room will try to stop us'? How?"
Ashton looked around the room at the various scattered objects. Then He ordered the danger room ”More objects.”
More things appeared. Before, there had been stuff like frisbees and kites and balls, and other junk. Suppose it was easy to miss. Now, In addition to the previous things, there were things like grandfather clocks and alarm clocks and toaster ovens and kitchen sinks and you name it. All over the room. Ashton raised a hand, palm up. Like ‘eh?’
”The room will push against us or the objects with wind. I think Shin designed this one. No possible way I’m this creative. He might’ve used lasers or saw blades if this were higher difficulty, but we’re on a low setting.”
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 13, 2024 8:51:47 GMT -6
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Ashton nodded slightly at what Lee had said. Mostly it was an incline of the head.
”True.”
Staving off headaches, migraines, nose bleeds, unconsciousness. Good to avoid all that.
He suddenly felt entirely too human. And tired.
Did He need to program something in? He looked around at the danger room. Sure. He supposed—
”Excuse me.”
Ashton went up to the God room and programmed something low level in. He started it. Various rings appeared on the ground, like stationary fallen hula hoops. Various objects, of sizes both large and small.
This is going to be about throw accuracy and speed,”. He explained. ”Once the session starts and things start up. It will be harder.”
He came back down. Stopped in front of her.
”The room will use wind to blow the objects off-course. My goal, I mean our goal— is to get them in, in spite of that. Guess we will use team work and powers. Then I have to teleport into the center of a ring. The room will try and stop us. Ready when you say start, unless you’ve got questions?”
He found her under cold fluorescent lights, restrained. He had been searching. For her. Just her. The others he found had been her search. Missing people. A case.
He wrote about it in his journal. The strained relationship, distance, repeated failures, disappointment when the contact they had never showed for a raid.
Then He found her phone. And
The text.
The higher ups had wanted to know about the text, the case. He was not officially involved. He kept trying to get unofficially involved with her, but- he had not been. She had not spoken to him about it all. Mostly they had not spoken in a while
There had been blood in the car, where He found the phone, signs of struggle. He had been looking for her. found her phone. Tech guys probed it, an unfinished text to him had searching, but it was a jumble. All of it.
He had not spoken to her. Official inquiry. What had been the case, trafficking?
He’d gone to Haven to ask. Nothing. Broke into her place. Found her wall. Read the crazy wall. Idea Web. Webs. Plural. Christ.
He’d been miserable before, but that place, then, He had been out of his mind. The madness ultimately lead to a place: hunts point.
He set up a raid on the warehouse there. Hunts point.
Everything had taken a profound amount of time. If He had been quicker, maybe she would never have-
Cage after cage.
Kids. Freaking kids in kennels. They had found them, in the warehouse, him and his men. And her. She was a kid, too.
If he had been quicker, If He had been quicker, if only—
He found her under cold fluorescent lights, restrained.
”Hey Archer,” He said, unlocking the cage. ”Sorry it took so long.”
And she was—
The Talking Heads song And She Was just snapped into his mind, and he was just so glad, amid the gut wrench, amid the awful, the shitty, the ‘too slow’, the terrible, he was— just so glad
~~Joining the world of missing persons and she was Missing enough to feel all right and she was~~
And he was— Just so glad she was not floating above it all. And She was alive.
His face was rough-hewn stone, but he softened it, for her. She was just a kid, after all.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 12, 2024 21:32:22 GMT -6
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She did have a power, didn’t use it for sparring.
He didn’t use his for sparring, either. Generally. Ashton said ”Same.”
He used his power to get in and get out. He used his brief bit of police training, and whatever he knew from his life before that, for sparring. For grabbing people and taking them to the ground, to detain them. Doing it quickly and efficiently. Because when he had been a police officer, people had often had weapons. But he had left the police for a reason—
Some people used their power for the wrong reasons. To feel power. And used them irresponsibly. Put too much into what they did. Hurt people. Didn’t care. He cared.
”My powers are good for mobility,” He explained. ”I have a few tricks, but mostly, it is teleportation. I just have to have a target to trade places with, and it can’t be too heavy. Or it gives me a headache. Need to train myself to increase weight limits…”
He grimaced, because training like that, it was painful. Stretching himself, to make it so when he strained himself, he could strain further, and snap back easier. With less problems. It was like muscle training. Or stretching a rubber band. Or something. He didn’t know. Maybe it was an exercise in futility. Maybe his powers wouldn’t grow.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 12, 2024 20:41:53 GMT -6
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His focus was on the fight, on grappling, on helping Will. And he had a headache. What Kealey said, what anyone else said, or was doing… was far, far in the background, practically unnoticed. Even if they had pom poms. Or had literally said his name, sorry people.
There was screaming, there were ghosts. It was chaos. His head throbbed. And the guy he had moved was returning. Or moving. To bother Kealey. Hopefully, the woman could protect herself because he really didn’t want to up the throb to a lancing migraine.
In the background, he heard someone shouting something about not hurting the guards. And Ashton was really glad all he had done was knock the guy backwards, then grapple him and force him down. He was probably the least deadly of all the people there. Bruises. Only bruises. Not thirty million volts.
Yeah, he focused on restraining and completely ignored anyone completely missing the point. He was doing his job. He was protecting people, sending them away. Keeping them off folks, and grappling a guard. And— was that person yelling at more people again? He turned to stare in their direction, eyebrows furrowed.
Man. Lot of unconscious folks by the shouting woman. Hadn’t they just been shouting about not hurting people? Doing whatever it was they did— probably hard on a heart. Hopefully nobody had heart conditions like William’s guy.
>>> "One here, but gonna need somethin' to keep this one down for more than a few minutes. Tricks I got don't last that long." Will called. Ashton tuned in, just in time to catch that… and Tarin talking about a shiny new handgun, a few seconds later. Must’ve been Jeff’s.
Ashton looked up from where he was holding his guard. And Quin arrived. He moved aside so she could plant her knee on his back, replacing the one he had placed there mere moments before.
”Thanks,” He said.
Then, he ran off to help William.
Quin got Will. Ashton went to help William. Not confusing at all. He arrived about a couple seconds before William said
>>> ”Someone get ready to tie this guy up. When I stop, he is free to resist again.”
