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 1, 2011 10:36:49 GMT -6
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Facts were stated, and noted. The man with the lion's head was strong. Ferocious. Dangerous. And predatory. He hadn't just killed her in cold blood, like some murderers and sociopaths might. He'd tortured her. Painfully. Slowly. It was a wonder the girl had escaped the sick bastard. Probably a miracle.
Cervantes asked if he had any thoughts. Ashton looked the room over, then stated what he already knew. "Judging from the way the killer tortured the girl, I can tell he's sick. He enjoyed it. Looking at the priest's murder, it seems to me more deliberate. Unlike the girl's attack, it wasn't perverse." The slashed throat was quick, and to the point. It had not been drawn out. "The man probably did not know the priest. It seems to me like he may have been sent."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 30, 2011 20:04:11 GMT -6
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Attitudes. The first thing Ashton noticed when dealing with the people who'd called them in.
The parents attitudes were what you'd expect from one who'd just clutched their child from the hands of monsters. The father was obviously angry at him. For being there. And talking to him, rather than doing something drastic and dramatic to the people they'd called the police on, right off the bat. The mother had her child in a hug that would outdo a boa constrictor. As for the kid...
Bouncing, was the appropriate term. Bubbly bouncing, happy. Not mad. Or sad. Or scared. He looked like he was having a blast. The whole thing wasn't worrying him. This told Ashton one thing. The father's comments told him another.
Ashton swung a casual glance calmly towards the gargoyle girl and the snake man. They'd waited. They weren't leaving. His gut told him something. It told him they hadn't intended to do anything wrong. Kid, happy, parents mad, mutants waiting, and working with the police? All of it could have easily forced him to jump to a conclusion. But hey. Conclusion-jumping is bad. That's what the dad had probably done. And with his anti-mutant agenda, he was really ticking Ashton off.
"You said your child got away?" He asked. Ashton brought his attention back to the family, and focused on the kid. He stated frankly. "He doesn't look like he just ran for his life..."
Ashton was pleased Archer had taken the initiative to get statements from the other parties involved. If either side got treated unfairly in this situation, it had the potential to be a PR nightmare. No conclusion-jumping, yeah. But he had a pretty good feeling that was what was at the bottom of all of this.
The detective dropped down to crouch eye-level with the young boy. He smiled at him. "Tell me what happened, in your own words." He requested.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 30, 2011 19:45:23 GMT -6
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Collared, handcuffed, and shoved in the car. MRC's most wanted was, for the moment, in MRC care. The door slammed shut. Dusting his dustless hands for show, Ashton turned back to the two lovely ladies on the scene. "What a wimp." came the sardonic statement. It wasn't like the guy in the squad car could hear the comment, now.
Ashton looked between the women with a small shake of his head. "Archer called for backup. They can take you to the station, miss."
The woman had had a long night. A long kidnapping. She would be back home soon enough. In a separate ride, of course.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 25, 2011 14:56:20 GMT -6
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Archer couldn't believe they were dealing with a lion. That was funny. Hadn't he told her that every day was different? No? Maybe that had been some other dame.
The detective listened to Cervantes story seriously. Because serious were lions. And lions... were serious. And tigers. And bears. And him. Thank God nobody had already made that joke.
It seemed a girl Cervantes knew had been tormented by a lion man. Nearly mauled. Was in the hospital. A witness to a murder.
Ashton followed the other detective towards the scene, quietly.
Yeah, this was serious. He had on his serious face.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 24, 2011 20:05:29 GMT -6
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No suit shirts? Well, damn. Maybe he'd just go get himself a new shirt at home... and really?! Eyes snapped to the line. Could it move any slower?
"Hey." He said, changing the subject. "Is there another place to get coffee and lemonade around here with shorter lines? I'm pretty sure there is. I'm tempted to seek it out."
Tempted was an understatement. Now, Ashton was very susceptible to temptations, and this one... was flat out screaming 'get out'. He had to listen to it. "I might not even want coffee any more. Shirts are kind of more important." He announced. Weren't they? He was fairly certain.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 24, 2011 20:01:32 GMT -6
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Ashton didn't even notice anyone not acting like he was there. He may have been doing the exact same thing to nearly half the room. Just who was Cervantes even talking to, honestly?
What was M? Ashton wondered at what Cervantes had found out. Whatever it was, it'd help in their investigation. It could move. That was good.
Perhaps, they could let the two non-police curmudgeons leave now, just to ease things up for him and Cervantes? Once they got any information Cervantes wanted out of them. He had a feeling if they kept around long enough, he could arrest the annoying one for interfering in a criminal investigation. Did he want to save himself from grinning while making an arrest, or save the annoying one from such a fate? Who knew. It was a complicated subject.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 23, 2011 22:29:30 GMT -6
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Ugh. He spoke Russian. He must have been taunting the woman he'd kidnapped. Svetlana, her name was. Yeah. That sounded Russian. This guy seemed like the overconfident kind of bastard that would pull something like that. Also, the kind of slimy tool to lie to their faces every chance he got.
Ashton didn't want to give his name to someone like him.
He wasn't going to flash his badge. Someone had already stolen that from him, once.
He wasn't going to pay much attention to this man's lies.
He wasn't going to enjoy dealing with him for any duration of time.
The detective finished what he was saying, popping the trunk as he went. He grabbed the collar, then slammed the trunk.
This was the part where Archer covered him. He couldn't hold a gun on the man while cuffing and collaring him. Ashton brooded over the whole situation, face sunk in a glower that threatened to stay permanent.
"I'm Detective Drake," he stated. "Now, please. Get on your knees, hands behind your head." Be a good little doggy.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 21, 2011 9:05:58 GMT -6
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"Same," Ashton agreed.
The police car rolled down the road. As it drew nearer to their destination, Ashton cooled the lights, the siren. He parked the car and got out.
Ashton was wearing blues today, just like the rookie he was training. They wanted to look professional. This was a house call. Whatever the situation, they needed to handle it with care.
The good detective looked around. His eyes hopped on over to the giant snake-man and the gargoyle, then swung back to the family that had probably called them. The family had a kid. The snake-man and the gargoyle did not. Ashton approached the family.
"I'm Detective Drake. This is Officer Archer." He gestured to Archer. "What seems to be the problem?" He knew what they'd said. He wanted it from the horse's mouth.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 19, 2011 20:32:55 GMT -6
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>>”I’ve got him, Drake. Cuff and collar.”
What was he, the rookie now? Being ordered around to do stuff like that. Like he cared. Although frankly, he didn't see a reason to throw the rookie to the wolves. It seemed like it'd be better for him to cuff while she covered. He was the senior officer here, after all. He was the boss. He had no idea why his mind had instantly gotten upset over the minor matter! He must've been a bit jumpier than usual. Weird.
She wanted to cover him and call things in.
Ashton grunted an affirmative. "Right." His eyes narrowed on the man in the distance.
The guy kept on talking. Every word out of Roland's mouth was slick, like oil. It made him want to shoot. And everything he said. Every single word, like oil, was hard to hold on to. Each word, he wouldn't hold the man to, because it was game to slip right out from their grasp.
The Russian woman was worried. She repeated that this man was a liar. "Of course he lies," Ashton muttered. "He's basically a used car salesman." To Roland, he announced rights. Remaining silent came first and foremost, with extra emphasis.
Ashton kept his gun pointed at Roland's chest as he moved closer, carefully, towards the con man.
