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 Feb 25, 2011 15:22:19 GMT -6
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"Why would I be creeped out? Hold on a second."
Ashton slid away from the table and stood up. He took a step away from his chair, then focused on it. He tried to use his power.
Nope. Nothing.
"Nothin'."
Test concluded, he sat back down. The chair legs scraped against the floor slightly as he scooted back in. "Absolutely nothing. That means something." He looked at her expectantly.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 25, 2011 15:06:00 GMT -6
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"Huh..." Ashton brushed a thumb across his chin and looked away for a second, to see if he was on some candid camera show or something. "That's strange." His focus swung back to Riley. "You're sure you're not a mutant? Because that sounds kind of like a mutant thing, and... what else would explain it?"
He was a logical man. A man of science, if not science fiction. He believed that things could usually be explained as more than just 'miracles'. This was one of those things. "Powers don't usually just stop." He assessed. That just wasn't how Ashton saw it work.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 25, 2011 13:56:10 GMT -6
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So many questions. He could only answer them one at a time. He started from the top. How much was too much? "People-sized, I guess? I don't know. I've never tested my limits. I've never tried to make something trade places with something else, either."
It wasn't likely he'd be able to, though... unless his power had changed while he wasn't looking. "Mainly, it's good for getting out of jams... or into jams... why do you say it wouldn't work?" He eyed her curiously.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 25, 2011 12:41:45 GMT -6
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"Alright," Ashton smiled. "Like I said, we figured out where he was going to strike. I was waiting when he got there. He didn't think to hide himself with his power. Just started stuffing jewelry into a gray sack. The guy was wearing a stocking face mask and way too much black. I stepped out of the shadows, and. Wham." Ashton smacked his palm into the back of his balled fist. "Smacked the back of his head. He turned. I traded places with him using my power. He got turned around. He dropped the bag. He ran. My head was throbbing. I called it in."
He looked at her frankly. "See, with my mutant power, I trade places with things. People. Objects. But if they're too big, it's hard on me. He was big. A headache. And when I trade places... whatever I trade places with... and, I guess, myself... is left smelling a little bit like a stick of bubblegum. The Cinnamon stuff. Big Red. Dogs tracked him by the smell." He shrugged with his hands. "Simple as that."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 25, 2011 11:26:26 GMT -6
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"I caught him in the act," Ashton said simply. "Watched his habits, figured out his pattern, traded places with him while he was visible. Then, he ran. I didn't have to get up and shake off the massive migraine to catch him. He had my scent all over him. We sent in the hounds."
Ashton almost sounded proud of himself. Of course, the whole thing would require massive explanation.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 25, 2011 9:36:06 GMT -6
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"He had a magical ring. The little guy. That made him invisible, but got him a whole lot of trouble. When he was invisible, the things he was holding were not, so, he could make a dagger dance in the air in front of enemies if he really wanted to. I suppose. But the point is, he wasn't seen. They didn't see him. And." Ashton raised his finger to make a point. "They still saw what he was carrying. Such as it was with the guy pulling those crimes."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 24, 2011 21:27:41 GMT -6
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Stomachs didn't drop. People didn't fall to their knees. Their butts, maybe. And then, they were scurrying. She was scurrying. Away from him.
"Not so fast." He said, stalking over to grab at her hand. His other hand dropped to his pocket, slipping away his wallet. Then, he fumbled for his handcuffs. "Don't make me use these. Do not resist arrest." His tone was sharp. The handcuffs were hard. She really didn't want to mess with him. She really needed to understand.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 24, 2011 21:15:46 GMT -6
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Ashton laughed at her suggestion. "Naw," He shook his head coolly. "The jewelry didn't wander off, although that would have been interesting. For a while, that's what we figured. It wasn't until we checked some surveillance tapes from stores in the area of the thefts that we caught wind of how he was doing it."
How? Ashton smirked at her. "Ever hear of Frodo Baggins?"
Ashton held his right hand up by the side of his head, and twisted the ring finger on his right hand with the index and thumb of his left... As if to indicate... ring.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 20, 2011 11:03:19 GMT -6
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It took him a moment to dig up a real good story. Something juicy and interesting, that'd make him look good. Ashton mulled the decision over with his cup of coffee. When he'd settled on a good one, he set the drink down and begin.
"This one happened a few months ago, in New York city. The Metropolitan area. There was a rash of jewelry thefts. Locked door cases. It was as if the goods had just wandered off. MRC and I tracked the culprit down."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 14, 2011 18:32:51 GMT -6
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Ashton fell into place by Jorge's side, chainsaw in hand. The engine seemed to cackle as it revved up in front of him. Heck yes. Heck freaking yes. This was the best Christmas ever.
>>“Come on, Stubs.” Cervantes said. “Time for round two.”
That about summed it up.
The two detectives rushed forwards, far faster than could be seen as sane for men wielding chainsaws. They came at the tree from either side, in unison. There were two flashes of metal, the sounds of ripping teeth. The rest was too graphic to show to nature lovers.
In the window of a street side store somewhere on the block, a robotic Santa hip-swiveled his little holiday dance of destruction. His black eyes were all-consuming.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 10, 2011 21:40:31 GMT -6
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Easy? Cheap? She watched love movies and could appreciate classic Bogart. Did being in pin-up magazines make her either of those? And who was uncomfortable?
An eyebrow arched, slightly. He wasn't getting any of this. It was almost like she was down on herself, like she had a reason to be down on herself. And that wasn't the kind of feeling one wanted a woman to feel when they were drinking coffee and shooting the breeze. He hadn't been the one making things awkward, had he? Naw. Apparently, she blamed herself for that.
She must've been feeling strange because she was sharing. It was true. This was a bit more sharing than he was used to on a date. Usually, it was more 'this song is great', 'I love beer', 'you have great eyes'. A topic change was a good idea.
"It's okay." Ashton forced a smile. "Like I said, plenty to talk about." It sat there for a moment, the 'plenty'. Ashton filled in the blank. "Want to hear about real detectives?"
Detective stories. Way to impress a date, number 1.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 10, 2011 20:53:32 GMT -6
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Was she frowning? Why was she frowning? That bad, huh? Hustler? Duke's? Was talking about mommy better to her than talking about the work she'd done. God, he hoped not. Girl had issues, if that was the case.
Ashton didn't say anything, he just let her decide what she did and didn't want to talk to him about. This was her choice, not his, and not even a big deal.
Pin-up, she said. Pin-up work, she'd said earlier. Was this suddenly new? Maybe. Maybe there was a whole different kind of world between pin-up work and pin-up magazines. 'Something else entirely'. Whatever.
"Alright." He took a drink, and watched her. "If you're not comfortable talking about it, there's always other topics." How had this suddenly started going badly? Was he failing? Was she? "Plenty of topics..." He trailed.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 10, 2011 20:43:01 GMT -6
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Clink. Clatter. Badge hit pavement. Ashton turned. Was that his badge on the ground? Was that someone who'd taken it, running that way? In one smooth motion, the badge was reclaimed, he broke into a run, and dumped the perfectly good hot dog into a trash recepticle. It joined others like it, undercooked. Not that he noticed. Bad sign, if he had. Bad vendor. Another distraction. Girl might have saved his liiiiife. But she was running. Bad girl. Chase.
A newspaper tumbled on the wind nearby. He zeroed in on it, ahead of her. One second, it was there. The next, he'd cut her off, arms crossed, badge pressed against the outside of his arm, on casual display. His eyes were narrowed seriously. "Going somewhere?" Ashton asked, in the same tone that made stomachs drop and people fall to their knees.
