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 Jun 16, 2011 16:38:39 GMT -6
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That was right. A church.
"I can't think of many places more disrespectful to do something like this..." Ashton trailed coldly. The lock on his door clicked open as he got out of the vehicle. Ashton slammed the door shut. He waited for Quin.
As he waited, Ashton turned, eyes scanning the scene. The usual signs of a crime scene were there. Partitions, put up. Officers out. His eyes rose to peer up at the building. The corners of his mouth fell. It was a nice building. A nice church. Yeah. He really didn't like the murderer. Didn't like this one bit.
He didn't think himself a religious man. Ashton wasn't a bible-thumper, didn't go to church every Sunday, celebrate all the different religious holidays. He'd been raised Irish-Catholic by his father, though. The old man had put the fear of God into him. Somehow. This whole thing stunk of bad.
A voice from behind dragged his attention back down to earth. His eyes settled on Cervantes with recognition. He nodded slightly in greeting.
Had he ever hunted a lion?
"No," Ashton replied. "But I'm familiar with tigers."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 14, 2011 14:44:28 GMT -6
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"So, just so we're clear, Archer. This is your first crime scene for MRC. Your first murder scene. I'm sure you've handled things like this before on the beat, but here... it might be a good idea to watch and learn."
Ashton's knuckles were white on the steering wheel as his black Taurus coursed through the night streets. The call he'd gotten had vaguely detailed the situation. People, dead. Someone, injured. At a church. Whoever had done the deeds was a pretty terrible mutant. An even worse human being. Made his skin crawl.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 14, 2011 14:00:19 GMT -6
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Ashton didn't glance over his shoulder at the blond. For some reason, he felt energized, like he could take on the world. "We are," he said. "We deal with mutants for a living. We're MRC. You're in good hands. Now, be quiet."
Okay. So maybe nary a word had been an overstatement. Hey. Some people forced these things out of you.
As they went down the ramp, he trained his gun on the shadow of his car in the distance, eyes darting across the docks for any sign of danger. His heart was pumping like a bass drum. Where was the guy?
Oh.
Right there. By his car. Waiting. That is where Roland was. Great!
Ashton aimed his gun that way, and announced loudly (because that's what cops do) "Hands in the air, dirtbag. Police." He left the far blunter 'I don't want your dirty fingerprints all over my ride' to the imagination.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 14, 2011 13:29:22 GMT -6
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Ashton glowered at her sweetly. "Honey, we can handle him. Don't worry your pretty little head about that. Now," With that, he turned back towards the door. Ashton gave Quin a quick and telling look to be careful. "You stay with officer Archer. We'll keep you safe. Let's go rescue my car from grubby hands..."
There was no arguing. He didn't like to argue with ladies. Obviously, worrying. Because without an ounce of concern for their situation, a cop would be an idiot. But... Ashton wasn't scared. Just serious. Because, seriously.
Someone had messed with his car.
He led the way off the ship, back to the black Taurus, with nary a word.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 14, 2011 13:11:21 GMT -6
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>>“And trust me, it’s no picnic being handcuffed to one of them while the other berates you the entire car ride back to the city.”
"I. Believe you." Ashton agreed.
Cervantes must have been in bad shape to only stop there. Handcuffs. Back of a car. Yeah. He'd have been pissed too. Less so that he was not, probably. Sounded like one hell of an afternoon.
Even though he didn't want to, even though the idea of it made his skin crawl, he supposed it was REQUIRED they go back to those idiots in the other room and talk. So, he led the way, grudgingly. As he went, he filled Cervantes in on all the painful little details of his night.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 14, 2011 11:52:19 GMT -6
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This... had all been too easy, up till this point. No people fighting back, taking potshots at them as they boarded the ship. Nothing but a rusty door creaking to block them from their target. The target, safe and sound and very much alive, with glorious coffee. If Ashton had been a betting man, he'd have bet that coffee was for them, and that this was all some ridiculous hidden camera show. He'd have waltzed on over, snagged a coffee, thanked the pretty lil lady, and whisked her off her feet. But, nope. This was no hidden camera show. Couldn't be. Not with the rap sheet of the guy involved.
Ashton lowered his gun slightly. "I'm detective Drake," Ashton said. "This is Officer Archer. We're--" A car alarm wailed faintly in the distance. Ashton's voice took on a strained tone. "Here to rescue you. And that must be your kidnapper, now."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 13, 2011 18:25:08 GMT -6
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As they slipped through the shadows of the boat, their only lights the beams from their flashlights attached to their guns, the smell of coffee grew more distinct.
Coffee had a very obvious odor. It was something that made you want it, something compelling. Exciting. At it grew more obvious, his heart raced a bit faster.
They reached a door.
Ashton glanced to Archer, then opened the rusted door up. It groaned. Damn.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 12, 2011 15:05:56 GMT -6
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Things got tense. Tenser still. Riley was mad. Okay. Not just mad. Pissed.
Aurum gritted his teeth.
"Look," he said. "Unless we have an actual lead, there isn't much I can do. So, until Cervantes gets here..." Until Cervantes gets here, what? Ashton didn't really like women mad at him. He preferred them with hearts in their eyes. He turned his back on the both of them, and sauntered off to get himself some more coffee. "Don't get in my way." His shoulders were tense. This whole situation would require a chiropactor or twenty.
He walked down the hall, in a hurried huff. He nearly ran into Cervantes. Ashton pulled to a hasty stop.
He glowered coldly. "Took you long enough. God. Those two you dealt with? Pieces of work."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 12, 2011 14:44:02 GMT -6
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"No," came the slow reply.
Ashton hesitated, then slowly lowered his gun. He did not for a moment relax his guard.
"I hate to embrace a cliche, but usually when it's this quiet in situations such as these, something is horribly, terribly awry." His tone was dark. Ashton didn't like the possbilities there. He frowned. "Let's keep moving. Maybe we got lucky, and the guy ran off to buy some smokes."
