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 Jul 8, 2011 8:16:06 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
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Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
Sarah. The name was noted and filed under 'H', for Attractive. Because she was Hot.
The song was fast, the kind of thing one could really move to. And so, they did. Proximity. The heavy drum of the beat that made the heart pump in time. These were things he noticed, as they danced.
As the music finished, Ashton addressed her. "Now, about that drink."
One dance was plenty. Now, it was time to talk over the pound of the music, and a nice martini. Or whatever drink he felt like buying that might not quite remind him so much of the slickness of James Bond. Although, one had to love Bond.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 7, 2011 9:23:27 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
14
Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
Oh. He'd misheard. Yeah. Quin's suggestion was much better than his imagination. The priest had been an afterthought. In the wrong place, wrong time. There was a third body.
The call came in. The third body's identity was confirmed.
Yeah, so he'd been a little off. Distracted by the situation. Still. Ashton had been right about one thing. The man was a hired killer. It really wasn't a positive thing to be proud about being right about that. So he wasn't. Ashton's face was like a rock. It showed no emotions.
"If he's a partial shifter, his face might not be a lion's face for every hour in the day. We should see if one of our sketch artists or computer techs can get a better description from the snake-haired woman, or grab any video data off any nearby surveillance cameras. Hopefully, there will be cameras. Our sketch artists or computer people might be able to do a reconstruction to see what he'd look like with more human features. If we haven't already, we should get a BOLO out on this guy." Ashton said.
Until they got better leads, a Be-On-The-Lookout announcement was the best they could do. Aside from keeping working, that was. And catching the son-of-a.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 6, 2011 13:36:03 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
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Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
The tiger man backed off, slowly. The gun kept pointed where it was. Ashton was unshakable in this regard. "We're fine," He said, quietly. "Just so long as tiger man does what I say."
Tiger-man did. Ashton asked, and he obeyed. He went on his knees, hands over his head. He was cuffed. Collared. Like a good little doggy. Now that that was out of the way, Ashton could take note of the others situations.
Shinbo was safe. The guy he'd rescued looked to be on the ground. The girl he'd traded places with himself was alright. She hadn't been catapulted into the air or anything. And Shinbo's hot blond girlfriend? She was talking with a girl with pointed horns on her head. He only glanced at the pair for a second, then turned his attention to getting the tiger man moving back to the station.
"I'll get an officer to come around and take statements," He said to everyone present. "While I handle the tiger man. So, stick around please." Don't wander off while I'm not looking.
He didn't even spare a second glance at the punk lawyer on the ground as he prison-marched the tiger away.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 5, 2011 13:26:48 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
14
Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
Oh, she was good. From the obvious 'checking out' to the demeaning question. Somehow, Ashton got the feeling she wasn't one for long romantic walks on the beach. The charming smile stayed put.
"Well, I asked first." He said. Then added, politely. "Come on. Dance with me. Then, I can buy ya a drink."
He played her game, all smiles. That was how you usually handled a tease.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 4, 2011 19:54:09 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
14
Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
Brown eyes skimmed over paperwork dutifully. At Ashton's desk, he was actually working. Yet, somehow his eyes were drawn away from that work. Away, and up to the ceiling.
Pencils were embedded in the ceiling. Someone wasn't working. Brown eyes dropped back down to paperwork. It was none of his concern.
Yet, somehow...
The rookie wasn't working. That was Archer's little patch of ceiling. Her pencils, not being used.
Ashton was nobody's babysitter. Pencils being used for something other than their main purpose were none of his concern.
Yet, somehow...
Ashton set his paperwork down and stood up. Brown eyes locked on a redhead slamming her face on her keyboard. Why the hell wasn't she working?
What was he? A babysitter? Hell yes.
Outside the main desk area, someone was starting something. Archer's attention leaped at the diversion like a hobo to a hoagie.
Still not working.
Who was the woman distracting Archer from not working? She looked good. And, wait. Was Archer wearing a business suit? She didn't look half bad, herself.
Ashton was no stalker. He was a babysitter, though. Archer wasn't doing paperwork. And the woman distracting her was kind of hot. Yep, everything added up to him definitely having to go over there and bother them. Who was he to fight with math?
The detective practically skipped on over to where the two women were conversing... coolly, of course. He stopped behind Archer, crossing his arms to follow suit. "Can we help you?" He asked.
Ashton would ask Archer about her paperwork later. After the pretty distraction was gone.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 4, 2011 14:44:03 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
14
Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
Once, there was a man between a rock and a hard place. This man really liked being trapped between two annoyingly difficult situations, because he had the ability to screw other people over, by putting them in his place. And like any true person set to screw another person over, he was capable of looking outside the box to realize he wasn't actually stuck between a rock and a hard place. That was a misnomer. For you see, once he used his power to screw people over, he would be several feet away. And the hard place and the rock would mingle. Claws, righteous fury, and all.
Ashton pictured himself in place of the hard place. The boy with the tan. He pictured himself standing with a smirk, eyes on his handiwork. He pictured the hard place under the rock. The rock on the hard place. He made it happen. Ashton traded places with the boy with the tan. The boy with the tan got pounced by himself. Only afterwards did Ashton realize this guy had splintered into both a tiger and his regular form, and that that idea had been way way better than thwacking at a Bengal tiger with a gun.
Of course, the hard place under the rock still had his badge. That would have to be amended as soon as possible.
Ashton trained his gun on the pair, and announced: "You two. Freeze. I have a gun." He stated the obvious. Because that's what ticked off cops with firearms do. "Give me back my badge." And that. That last one was not as glorious. Or said as madly. He'd actually said it kind of politely. While still holding a gun.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 4, 2011 14:28:30 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
14
Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
It was interesting what people did when you least expected it. What wonders people-watching brought. Ashton stood, hands in pockets, still in line. He watched as the Charlie girl rushed right out of the line, and out the door. He stayed in line for a moment. Had she realized he hadn't followed her out yet? Would it be rude of him to stay here? It wasn't in his nature to chase after much younger girls. Even if they were helping him find clean shirts. It wasn't in his nature to be rude to women, either. Cursing his chivalrous nature, the detective followed the girl out the door.
Outside the restaurant, Ashton looked around. Where had she gone? It took him a moment to acclimatize to the sunlight outdoors, and to spot Charlie in the crowd. Without a word, he hurried after her. By the time she'd shouted 'come on', he was still trailing several meters behind her, at the risk of losing her in the crowd.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jul 4, 2011 14:21:09 GMT -6
Alpha Mutant
Cinnamon
901
14
Nov 27, 2024 10:20:18 GMT -6
Mugen
Of the throng, Ashton was not one of the many trying to score with new players. He was looking for female accompaniment of the older, more mature variety, potentially interested in long walks on the beach, romantic candlelit dinners, and whatever else he had to lie about to get them interested in his face. Luckily, it wasn't like he had the world's most unattractive face. It looked like the crowd held several others of equal, or lesser, attractiveness, to snag his attention. He thanked his lucky stars for good genes.
Women were dancing, and he was mingling. A smile here, a grin there. Someone much younger, and more attractive than him swooped in to steal a woman he'd had his eye on. Ashton cursed good genes.
For the moment, the good detective retreated to the bar. He needed a drink, and perhaps, the bar would no longer be overpopulated by too-young ladies sipping drinks with fake IDs? He hated having to nudge the bartenders and point to the drinking age signs, and/or liquor licenses, and surreptitiously flashing his badge.
On the way to the bar, Ashton stopped. His eyes settled on a pretty little thing in a V-neck top and stiletto-heel boots coming his way. Correction: Coming the way of the dance floor. His ego wasn't THAT huge. She must have wanted to dance. Well, then. Mentally adjusting his schedule for the night, Ashton moved to intercept. He smiled at the minx, and said "Care to dance?"
