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 May 15, 2011 12:11:34 GMT -6
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The thing about MRC is, it isn't about protecting the world from mutants. Sure, more often than not, that's what the job entails. The wrong crowd commits crimes, cruelly causes chaos for all the common people. There was a flip side to the coin. When the victim was a mutant, MRC was there. To protect mutant rights, just as they'd protect human rights.
The boy punched the girl in the strangely-colored veil. MRC was there.
This was assault. MRC was there.
And when the girl, who appeared to be a mutant, fell to the concrete in a tumble of purple cloth and white skin, Ashton was there, a member of MRC to be merciful. To bring down the hammer of justice on whoever broke the law.
This guy, whoever he was, in his mismatched blue jeans, his nice suit, and his casual shirt, had broken a law, and Ashton was there. Drinking a coffee, better than the swell swill at the precinct offices. Bitter black liquid spilled out across the table like a tidal wave as Ashton rose from his seat. He stalked over towards the girl and the man, badge held up in front of him in the palm of his right hand.
Ashton's free jamd was ready at his back suit pocket, itching to snatch up the silver metal handcuffs that dangled there. This thug had made a girl cry. Ashton may have been a pig, a womanizer, and often times, a jerk. But he was an old-fashioned jerk. Maybe. He'd been raised to be better than thugs, any way you sliced it. That's why he knew it was bad form to go around slugging women. Anyone, really, but women and children especially. Even if they were prone to saying the stupidest things.
"I'm detective Drake," Ashton drawled, Irish accent just a bit thicker today. "And that's assault. You're coming down to the station with me." Prompt, blunt, and to the point. Now, that was good form.
Posted by Ashton Drake on May 15, 2011 9:11:42 GMT -6
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>>”A girl can’t help having eyes in her head.”
Yeah. She can. Aurum thought. Or at least, she could avoid letting them stray like the cursor controlled by the broken computer mouse, or the cat-tailed clock.
And apparently, the coffee was terrible. Good thing, because Ashton wasn't giving him any.
Ashton smiled thinly at Riley. He ignored the guy he wasn't giving the terrible station coffee to. It was actually a good deed. A selfish good deed.
Riley was upset. She could tell from his body language. And he was right there with her.
"You sit tight and wait for Cervantes to get here." He said roughly. "We don't have an address to rush off to, anyways. Right? You aren't holding back on me?" He eyed her. If she'd kept him out of the loop on major things earlier, what else wasn't she telling him?
Posted by Ashton Drake on May 12, 2011 11:03:20 GMT -6
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So, It Wasn't Exactly Diplomatic. School property. He should have cleared it with the higher ups. Waited for backup. He'd been tracking the kitty man for the past few hours. Triple homicide. Bad stuff. Tracked him all the way to a school full of children. Xavier's Sister School. Innocent mutants. Ashton was a tough guy. Gruff. Grumpy, at times when he didn't get his morning coffee. But he was soft when it came to kids. At least, to their safety. Suffice it to say, Bengal Tiger man wasn't going to add any more tallies to his kill list, if Ashton had anything to say on it.
Shinbo'd let him in. Ashton stalked the grounds, gun drawn and at the ready, occasionally checking his surroundings. Somewhere on the grounds, kitty man was on the prowl. He was ready for him. Ready for a lot of things.
Okay. Not so ready for a front lawn full of dead pigeons. Ashton lowered his gun for just a second. "Damn," He said, reverently.
Across the grounds, there was a scream. A man's scream, but girlish in nature. Another 'damn' left his lips, with less reverence this time. He burst into a sprint, towards the source of the sound.
Posted by Ashton Drake on May 12, 2011 10:22:29 GMT -6
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She was not a pretty woman. She was not tripping over herself to greet him. She had spilled lemonade on him. Those three things added up to a very grumpy glare. This teen was in need of a good cop. She'd bumped into Oscar, the Grouch. Ashton looked down at his nice black suit. His eyes dropped to his feet, where his coffee had spilled. They rose back up, and settled icily on her. Another thing ticked off on the list, opposite of 'her favor'.
"You spilled my coffee," He dryly stated the obvious.
Posted by Ashton Drake on May 12, 2011 9:54:49 GMT -6
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Try looking at Joss Stone. I believe she's tried dyed hair and nose rings. It's hard to find actresses with those exact things. : P
There are some good Australian actresses out there. If you don't like Joss, I'd suggest just google searching 'Australian actresses'. You should get a good list of choices.
Posted by Ashton Drake on May 1, 2011 16:50:42 GMT -6
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"Romania," Ashton repeated after the girl, knowledgeably, to the officer on the phone. "Romania," He thought aloud quietly to himself.
What was a girl from Romania doing picking his pocket? And here, in New York? Did she have a passport? Was she even in the country legally? And if she was underage, who was supposed to be caring for her? Who was her legal guardian? Now came the torrent of questions.
As the man spoke on the phone in the background, arranging for a translator, going through line after line of communication searching for one, Ashton mulled those thoughts over. He hauled the girl over to a hard waiting bench, and nodded down at it. "Sit." He hoped he got the point across. It'd be a bit of a wait. Not fun to wait standing.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Apr 17, 2011 17:28:22 GMT -6
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The e-mail, Ashton glanced at. Gupta, he watched. The man had his focus. He'd asked him a question, and lo and behold, Perette had given him his answer. It wasn't one he liked.
Private Client who liked privacy in multiple layers, like a wedding cake. Non-disclosure agreements. Cutting away those layers would take time... and the right knife. He didn't like waiting. It made him antsy. Antsy like a paranoid client.
Gage asked a question, after some snarky commentary. Gupta was helpful, but unfortunately, not the kind that ended their long path of questions. There would be more. Elsewhere.
She looked at him with a question on her lips. What else was there? A good question. "Thank you, Mister Gupta." Ashton said briskly, pulling away from the door. "We'll be in touch. Gage," he had his hand on the knob. It was just itching to turn it so they could go.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Apr 4, 2011 18:09:55 GMT -6
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"I'm going to need a translator," Ashton addressed an officer behind a desk as they entered the room. "This girl doesn't speak English. I'm not sure what language she's speaking. She tried pickpocketing me."
The middle-aged man behind the desk nodded, glasses catching the glint of light off a nearby lamp. "Yes, Detective Drake." He agreed amiably. Then, he turned to the right and picked up a small phone, making the call to someone who could hook Ashton up. In the meantime, there wasn't much to do but wait. Maybe attempt to get a language out of her. Actually. "I could really use a language though... if you could find it out." The man behind the desk looked at Drake weakly, hand over the receiver of the phone in his hands.
"Language?" Drake asked the girl hopefully. The man behind the counter looked at the girl expectantly. Honestly, if they could get the list narrowed... it'd make things so much easier.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Apr 4, 2011 18:03:39 GMT -6
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>>"You should really change you perspective of people if you don't want to get kicked in the shin more often."
Ashton glowered at the space cadet. Who had invited her into the conversation. "Yeah, okay." He swung his attention away towards Shinbo. "Anyways, like I said. Leaving her to you."
With that, he made his retreat, glad to be rid of the twerp and away from nosy blonds.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Mar 27, 2011 16:46:23 GMT -6
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Information. Lots of it. It washed over him like a tidal wave. Water cop was with scarface. Scarface erased memories. Scarface might be with the bad guys. Scarface had erased their memories. Cervantes had been handcuffed to another guy and a broad. He'd fallen out of a truck. Riley and Aurum had gotten into a whole lot of trouble doing some stupid investigative work that they really should have brought the police in on. Somehow, that last one kind of annoyed him.
Riley had figured out her employer was up to something illegal... and she had not come to him. It was his job to handle things like this... or at least, to point her towards someone who could. She had not come to him. She had gone to the guy in the soggy t-shirt. Why?
Pushing all mild undertones of jealousy aside, Ashton handed Riley the coffee. "Just the way you like it." He said simply.
He looked at them both. "That's a lot of information to take in. Next time you find out something like this, both of you should think to bring it to the police rather than put yourselves in danger's path. That isn't your job." He turned the mildest of glances Riley's way as he intoned. "Nobody wants civilians getting hurt. We try and prevent it at all costs."
He was disappointed in her, but right now what he felt didn't matter. He again addressed the duo. "When Detective Cervantes gets here, I'll fill him in on everything you told me. Until then, both of you sit tight. ... Aurum, was it? I'll get you your coffee..." Ashton didn't give any of them time to argue. He had a sour mood now, and he couldn't quite place why. Turning on one heel, he walked out of the room.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Mar 27, 2011 15:13:11 GMT -6
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"Make what up?" Ashton asked as he sauntered back onto the scene. A coffee cup was in his right hand. Nothing was in his left. He looked from Riley to Aurum then focused on Riley, eyes narrowing in curiosity.
They'd been talking since he'd been gone. That was evident. About what? Probably the situation. Maybe they'd come up with something new...
