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 3, 2011 21:50:07 GMT -6
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"Let's handle this bank robbery," Ashton told her, through clenched teeth. He didn't wait for her. Apologies could come later. Making up, later. If possible. She'd screwed up. This was a crime scene, not a pristine lake. This was not the time or place for showboating.
He passed the cops who'd sealed the area off, flashing his badge. Ashton did not jerk his thumb back to jab towards Quin, to let them know she was with him. He did not acknowledge that she was even following him. He wasn't ready yet. Ashton ignored Quin as he stopped by the guy in charge of the operation.
"Fill me in," He said succinctly.
The balding officer opened his mustachioed mouth, and did.
"Five men in black ski masks entered the bank at 2PM. All of the same height and build. They threatened, then took hostages. They're after money. It looks like dopplegangers." He waggled his mustache in satisfaction at his comment.
Ashton rolled his eyes towards the bank with a sigh. "Clones," He muttered.
"Sorry?" The man asked.
Ashton snapped back to him, glaring. "Clones. Dopplegangers are evil twins. It sounds like they're all evil. Learn your vocabulary better, officer. Thank you. I'll take it from here."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 3, 2011 21:19:56 GMT -6
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>>“Where’s your vest?”
Ashton opened his mouth to answer. Then, she tore his vest open. His mouth promptly closed. It clamped tight.
The hell was she doing, messing with his stuff? That was his. He'd lent it to her. What kind of detective did she want to be? One who couldn't get a clue?
Ashton kept silent, throughout her entire demonstration. Her unwarranted, unasked for, demonstration.
What word started with 'demo' and ended 'ion'? Demolition. Yeah. That was more in line with what she'd done. The worst part? She was grinning about it, like a schoolgirl who'd just given the correct answer. It was the kind of grin that made some people shut up and forgive.
Ashton stared at her. "... that was my vest." He growled.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 2, 2011 21:30:24 GMT -6
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Ashton's grip tightened on the steering wheel.
"Obviously, you aren't familiar with Star Wars." He packed a punch behind the two words with a dark look, made a hasty turn at a light. Slowed down, just long enough to look at her, eyes narrowed. "Parsecs."
"Parsecs?" Quin asked, skeptically.
Ashton sped up, and took another shortcut. As he went, he lectured her. "It's not a measure of speed. It's distance. Doing the run in the shortest," The bank loomed in the distance. "Length." Ashton finished, making the turn.
He pulled into the parking lot, smoothly and safely. Some squad cars and riot police were already stationed around the area, ready for action. Ashton parked the car with a sigh. "The costumed crowd think they can do it that way. Shortcuts. But." He looked at Quin, grin broad. "They aren't Han Solo, like us."
His seatbelt spun back on itself, into its hole. Ashton got out the door, pocketing his keys. "Coming, Archer?" He asked, ready to go.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 2, 2011 21:03:45 GMT -6
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>>”I’d show you right now, but I don’t think you need any help killing us with this vehicle. Pay attention when we get there and I’ll explain more later.”
"'Kay," Ashton said. "And hey." He'd caught that. He glanced towards her defensively. "I drive fine. Just like Han Solo..."
And just like Han Solo, they were well-equipped to race in and save the day. Nobody'd escape that sort of schtick. Archer agreed. She raised him idiots in costumes.
"Good lord." Ashton muttered. "You haven't seen the freak show, yet. Always barging in when they aren't needed... throwing themselves in harm's way. Extends to powerless whimpering lawyers, too... or other people." His eyes shifted while he was driving. Had he just gotten personal? Did it matter?
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 2, 2011 20:42:03 GMT -6
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"Oh, will it?" Ashton asked, skepticism and disinterest weighing down his words. "Why's that? You don't inflate like a balloon, do you?" Because that would be quite the waste. And quite the waist.
It was a good thing everyone was buckled up. The car exited the garage, and hit quite a bit over the speed limit. Ashton lit the sirens as they sped by a mother and her rainbow vomit pink baby carriage.
"I suppose it makes sense," He added, matter-of-factly. "Mutants, working for MRC. Certainly makes it harder for mutants to get away free."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 2, 2011 20:27:13 GMT -6
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"Bank robbery," Ashton said,turning towards Archer. He raised an eyebrow. She had chosen to wear his vest, after all. How... considerate. "That thing fit okay?" He drawled.
He hoped it did. It certainly wasn't going to be doing its job protecting him at the scene. The least it could do was protect someone else.
The key clicked in the lock. Shifting gears, Ashton backed out and turned the car towards the exit. The bank wasn't too long a drive away. They'd have to go fast.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 2, 2011 20:07:32 GMT -6
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The trunk popped open. Ashton glanced over his shoulder, towards the back of the vehicle. "Check." He said. "I'll fill you in when you get back."
In the trunk of the car was a single kevlar vest. Ashton's. He wasn't currently wearing it. Desk work usually didn't demand dodging bullets, or taking them.
His eyes dropped to the cold coffee cup. "..." Ashton stared. Somehow, he'd thought he could sell her on it. It looked like she hadn't taken the subtle hint. With a sigh, Ashton finished the cup off. He made a bitter face and held the empty cup away from him, shaking his head. "Cold." He muttered. It had probably been for the best. Cold coffee was a tough sell.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 2, 2011 10:02:14 GMT -6
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So busted.
Shinbo was so busted. He'd saved the guy, but left the girl. A curse left Ashton's mouth harshly. He focused on the girl. Drummed up a mental image. And then, the girl wasn't where she'd been before. He was in her place. Under the pouncing tiger. With his gun jammed in its mouth.
"Freeze, dirtbag." He announced. "Unless you hate living."
The tiger's whole body froze as the feral fury was replaced by fear.
The tiger man might have been able to take a few insults and stones without breaking any bones, but bullets wouldn't only hurt him. Things had just got real.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 2, 2011 9:56:42 GMT -6
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"Then, follow me." Ashton said.
Desks skipped by at lightspeed as he hurried from Point A to Point B, just fast enough Quin couldn't easily keep up. He stopped at his desk, reached into a drawer, and got his firearm. Then, he slid it into his shoulder holster and fanned his coat to cover things up. He made sure his badge was fastened to his belt, then grabbed his (now-cold) coffee. Passing it to Quin as he passed, Ashton made a beeline for the exit.
"My car's in the garage." He stated the obvious. Then, led the way.
His car was a black Ford Taurus of relatively new make. Beautiful, for a detective's ride. Better than a squad car. They'd need a squad car eventually, for the crooks, but hey. That was what backup was for. He opened all the doors with an electronic key, then slid behind the wheel.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 1, 2011 22:28:35 GMT -6
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~*A few minutes prior, across town*~
"Now, I want everyone to put their belongings into the bag!!" The man in the ski mask shouted. He waved his gun at the ceiling. All over the room, men the exact same height, build, weight, appearance, and personality, did various tasks with equal force and efficiency. One walked around the room, gathering jewelry and cash in a large potato sack. A woman cried. The man with the bag sighed, then slapped her. He pointed, silently, to the bag. Reluctantly, and whimpering, the woman placed her mother's pearl necklace into the bag.
Behind the counter, a brave teller stealthily tripped the silent alarm.
~*Back across town, in the here and now*~
>>“Anything else I need to see Detective Drake?”
Ashton's pocket rang. He held up a finger to hold back Archer's comments as he focused on answering the call. "Detective Drake, here. Yeah. Okay." He got all the details quickly, then snapped the phone shut in front of him. He looked up to officer Archer. "You're good to go, right?" He asked.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 1, 2011 13:12:49 GMT -6
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"Hmph," Ashton had to smirk. "I'd worry more what goes into lemonade. Fake sugars, preservatives. Barely any real ingredients. Coffee is, at least, real. Doesn't go good with fries, though." He added, noticing the french fry nibbling going on.
Ashton slipped into the line behind her. Hopefully, he'd dry off by the time he had to go. Times like these, he wished he kept spare clothing in his car.
The realization hit him like a semi truck. He'd have to sit down. In his car. Like this. Maybe he'd catch a cab... or a bus... definitely not a bus. Or he could go shopping.
Ashton looked to the Charlie girl. "Hey." He commented, innocuously. "You wouldn't happen to know of any clothing stores around here, would ya'?"
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jun 1, 2011 8:46:05 GMT -6
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>>”We’ll get along just fine so long as nobody steals the chocolate covered cake.”
Ashton agreed. "Heaven, forbid."
At the talk of desks, Quin was practically bouncing. "Soon," Ashton commented. And as for impressive. "Soon." He said. "The sooner, the better." Not that she wasn't impressive already. In Ashton's own rough little way, he was giving her a hard time. Teasing. Testing.
Ashton continued. "Cynthia should be able to do the honors right now, I think. For your desk. Shall we?" He gestured for Archer to lead. She certainly knew the way. And he didn't mind following one bit.
