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 Aug 26, 2011 15:11:50 GMT -6
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Ashton grinned. Right. Of course it'd have to wait until after the pizza was done. And even if the pizza wasn't amazing (which it was), it... was. Ashton dug in, and buried that itty little bitty bit of failed logic under several layers of flavor.
Several, several layers of flavor later, the duo had finished their slices and thanked Mike. They'd also finished their drinks, a feat that was no major feat in reality.
Ashton paid his tab, rose from his seat, and offered the lady a helping hand. "Darts," He volunteered.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 21, 2011 8:35:05 GMT -6
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At Archer's comment, Ashton only smiled. Yup. It had been a great idea.
Scooping up a supremely heavenly slice of Mike's cheese pizza, Ashton noted suddenly, he had his hands full. Archer, too, would soon realize. They could not really talk and eat at the same time with this food. It was too good. Too cheesy. And talking while eating was just plain rude.
For a while, the duo lapsed into silent appreciation of the food.
The silence was broken by a breather, as Ashton went for another swig of beer. "Just remembered," He said to her. "Darts." He smirked. "I was gonna show you how."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 21, 2011 5:18:58 GMT -6
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"Seeya," He said. One word. Toneless. Then she schoolgirl skipped away. He arched an eyebrow, then shook his head with a laugh. Somehow, that was funny to him.
New York. Crazy city. Most of the time, ya got a person spilling coffee on you, then yelling at you for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. This time, he'd gotten the reverse. Heck of a difference. Maybe not a positive one. But at least she'd tried.
Weird girl. Somehow, he had a feeling he'd see her again. Hopefully, not on the news.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 21, 2011 5:14:16 GMT -6
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>>”No. Just let her go. Cervantes can deal with her. I am tempted to do what she said and call her boss. Just to submit a complaint.”
Ashton swung his head towards Cervantes desk, eyes settling on the rude broad yakkin' the good detective's head off. A complaint might get the woman some heat, and he used the term 'woman' lightly, but the little girl (a far better term) probably wouldn't care. She seemed the sort who only let things said by people that mattered to her get to her. Her bosses probably didn't matter, when justice was on the line.
"Definitely rude." He muttered, as Jorge mouthed a silent 'sorry'.
He glanced Archer's way. "Although, there've been times where somethin' major's gone down, and I needed action and results. Damn the consequences." He let that sink.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 21, 2011 5:03:59 GMT -6
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It was as if the heavens themselves were responding to the boy's plight.
Heavens, schmeavens. Ashton moved before they had a chance to do something more dramatic.
"NYPD, FREEZE!" He announced. He took aim at his target.
The boy in the man's arms was about 180 cm, or 5'9" in another measurement system's vernacular. Too large to be lightweight, even if he seemed lean.
The man was large, too. Something was wrong with his limbs. They seemed longer than what was normal for someone his size. Slightly uneven, he noticed further. But keen to correct this unevenness with every step.
The man's neck turned. His head faced the source of the announcement. The sound. He squinted, the muscles of his face pooling into peering eyebrows. Unnatural. Rubbery in nature.
Behind him, some people continued to flee. There was a woman crying. She stayed.
This situation was bad. He didn't want to chance hitting the boy with his gun. He wouldn't shoot, unless given a clean shot. Hopefully, the man complied.
In a clear, even tone Ashton requested. "Put the boy down."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 15, 2011 17:49:52 GMT -6
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Ashton kept that gun pointed at the two of them. He wasn't planning to ask the kids if they cared to repeat that. He was fairly certain they would have loved to.
"I repeat," Ashton said icily. "Freeze. Give me back my badge. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You're under arrest."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 14, 2011 22:48:13 GMT -6
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Ashton smirked. "I agree with you, really. As a whole, The X-men don't sit right with me. But--" A monosyllabic grunt cut him off. Mike was looking at them both from the window between the bar and the kitchen. Ashton looked.
"Done," he said.
"Ah, a subject change. This one seems a lot more palatable." Ashton smiled.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 14, 2011 19:34:13 GMT -6
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"Depends. They get in the way. Sometimes. Other times, they can be helpful... just so long as they play by my rules."
This was a complicated matter. "They put me together with one, before you. Name's Shinbo... Nice kid. I wouldn't say the X-men are all bad." Ashton paused. He squinted at her. "Just don't tell him I told you that."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 14, 2011 4:45:38 GMT -6
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What a stinker.
The woman had shoved her badge right into Archer's chest. Assaulting his partner. Right there. And then she'd jumped over his desk like it was hop scotch time on the playground. Any thoughts that this woman was attractive had completely been replaced by a mental connection between her and a small child with a jump rope. Maturity. The woman could learn some things from Archer about that. And him.
Why was it Cervantes always kept such annoying company?
"Do you want to arrest her...?" Ashton joked. In a completely non-joking tone.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 14, 2011 4:39:28 GMT -6
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Yeah, art Archer confirmed. Not anything else. He wasn't about to compliment her dress, just yet. People needed to give him some credit. He was on the job.
Speaking of being on the job... "Big crowd," Ashton noted. He was looking in the direction of the cockroach exhibit. More and more people were making it their business to mill around it like tourists. Even some of the other officers seemed to be curious, if cautious. "Wonder what exactly is so important about something like that."
Despite the fact that he lacked any such phobias, Roaches still bugged him. Maybe it was that they always hid in boxes of cold pizza in the slums. It was a bad mental image to connect pizza to, wriggling antennae.
It looked like whatever point the roach exhibit's artist was trying to make, he had a taste for tea. He was one of Archer's people. The kind that liked tea. "Think we should go check out his taste in beverages?" Ashton inquired.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 14, 2011 4:20:12 GMT -6
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Two words had caused her to smile. Ashton didn't even have to look. He'd known they would. If you compliment a lady, that's usually what you get. And if you compliment a lady, she'll ask for some more.
Ashton had never gone through all of what Archer went through for MRC. His journeys had brought him to New York. There, and back again. A cop's tale. What he had to show for it wasn't a cool ring, but maturity and inner strength. MRC... he'd asked to be in MRC.
"Technically," Ashton realized. "I'm in the same boat. After I rejoined the NYPD, I heard whispers. MRC. Wasn't quite as dramatic as your story, but... yeah," he smirked. "They are kind of famous." He directed the smirk in her direction. "And we would look awful in spandex super suits." Well, he noted inwardly. Some of us.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 11, 2011 18:40:16 GMT -6
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Ashton looked at her from fifty yards away, having not moved. He missed the question.
What was she up to, rushing off to grab something off a tourist stand? Weird girl.
By now, his clothes were probably dry enough that he could just get in his car and drive home. It wasn't a huge deal. He could deal with the stain there. Get a change of clothes. Buying new clothes just for this was slightly insane.
With a sigh, Ashton closed the distance between them.
"Thanks," He said. "But I think I'm just going to run home."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 11, 2011 17:08:04 GMT -6
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As Cervantes arrived, the forensic investigators turned. The redhead in the bunch gave a slight nod. Ashton turned, and did a similar gesture.
"Cervantes," Ashton said. He looked to the redhead. "Anya here was just giving me a rundown of the situation. Anya."
On cue, the redhead got right down to work. "At 7:53 PM tonight, the police were called. A short while before that, his neighbor, Candice Kane, discovered a body. That of our victim, Roberto Marten. She discovered him in his doorway, on the way to her home." She didn't flinch at any of the details. She repeated them coolly, briskly, with all the professionalism in the world.
Candice Kane. Ashton thought. Candy. It wasn't a sweet thing she'd found.
"It appears as if the killer knocked on the door to get Marten's attention. Then, he attacked. Investigators confirmed identity by the wallet on his person. It was not a robbery. Judging from the state of the victim, it appears..."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Aug 7, 2011 21:49:15 GMT -6
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Ashton looked up from his beer at her as she revealed a bit more about herself.
Archer's parents sounded like interesting people. They'd taken her interest in law as a writing bug? Strange.
... And Archer thought he'd made the right choice. Ashton ran a finger around the rim of his glass thoughtfully, then agreed. "You too."
He shifted whatever moody look he'd had into a smirk, and added. "So, you went through all of that... just for MRC?" It was a different topic than parents and pasts. Although technically, it still pertained to pasts. Ashton chuckled. Not at her. But at the thought. "I didn't know we were that famous."
