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 10, 2011 8:38:14 GMT -6
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I can wait, too. Or sneak into Jude's thread, because I've been meaning to meet him with the good detective... without having to bust him for drinking... although, really, that's Shin's job.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 6, 2011 18:01:40 GMT -6
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Never a dull moment. "That's for sure. Be it giant robots, or bat-shaped men." There were far too many variations on the normal crime, when mutant powers became involved. Everybody was a wildcard. There had even been a guy who controlled wild cards. He'd had one hell of a poker face. Too bad he'd been a woman. Not physically.
>>”So did you grow up playing cops & robbers, or was it a calling later on?” She asked.
"Life decision," He said decidedly. "My dad wanted me to enroll in the military. I had other plans." Simple as that. No need to omit a thing. Certainly not the reason why he'd had the change of heart.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 6, 2011 17:40:57 GMT -6
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New York hot dogs were the best hot dogs. Best, in caloric content. Best in how fast they'd expand your waistline and put you six feet under. Heaped high with relish, sauerkraut, mustard, ketchup, and all that good stuff, they were a handful. His hand was weighed down by the foil-wrapped polish sausage. He didn't have his hands by his pocket, guarding his wallet. The thought that a pickpocket was out and about in Central Park on a day like this just hadn't been in the forefront of his mind.
There were plenty of distractions, other than the hot dog and the art of eating. His mind was focused on a handful of cases. He could count them on one hand. As for the suspects? Two hands. Too many. Hence the eating, hence the break. He was letting his mind rest, letting thoughts percolate.
How had case 1 happened? Ashton went over the details in his mind. Mutant enters bank. Mutant uses power. Guns fly from holsters. Security guards get beaten down. Later, they catch a guy meeting the mutant's description, several blocks away. No cash, similar power. Witness testimony is sketchy. The case goes a week. Then, another detail comes out of the woodwork. The man had a twin.
He shook his head, and shifted gears to another case, drifting along through the crowd.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 6, 2011 17:12:17 GMT -6
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"I work in Mutant-Related Crimes," Ashton replied. "MRC." Pronounced Mercy. "Used to do something else. MRC is kind of new. Seems to be working out so far."
So, she wasn't a world class model or a television actress in commercials? Alright. It didn't matter much to him. That would have been interesting, but then she might have had extra stuff she had to deal with, like publicity or all that jive.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 6, 2011 16:42:15 GMT -6
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Modeling. Well, well, well.
"They obviously don't have eyes," Ashton commented dryly. If the bigwigs over in Chicago didn't think this woman had talent, they obviously didn't have eyes. "Advertising is good, though. Commercials? Magazines?" Centerfolds? Pin-up work, huh? "I've never known someone in the advertising biz.
He took a sip of his drink, and let the topic brew.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 3, 2011 20:20:38 GMT -6
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She was from Chicago. What did he like from Chicago again? Oh right. Pizza. The accent had charm of its own as well.
She hadn't graduated college. Instead, she'd opted to seek out a glamourous future in the land of opportunity. For some reason, he'd expected more. That was it? Hm. He would have to dig. "Glamourous" left a lot to be defined.
As for musical tastes. She liked blues and Classic Rock. Maybe even some Billie Holiday. "Good stuff, all around." He commented. "Nice to see someone with a wide range of tastes. And bright red lipstick?" He took on the tone of one whose interest was suddenly piqued. "Good color. Now, what's this about glamourous." Then, he crossed his arms and changed the subject to something a little closer to home.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 3, 2011 19:45:08 GMT -6
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"Criminology and sociology," He clarified. "Interesting stuff. What about you?" He used a sip of coffee for a dramatic pause, then continued. "College? Native New Yorker? Where'd you grow up? Favorite music genre? Anything. Usually, I'm the one doing the questioning here, Miss Detective." He wasn't lecturing. He had a subtle joking smile.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 3, 2011 18:53:50 GMT -6
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She really was attractive... not that he'd come out and say something so corny. His coffee was far too bitter and strong for lines that sweet. He sipped it as she met his so with a 'so'. So so. The coffee was just as good as it ever was. The topic of choice was once again his old band. Actually, no it wasn't.
"I'm from Rhode Island," Ashton coolly changed the subject. "Newport. I went to college here. Berkeley."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Feb 3, 2011 17:48:30 GMT -6
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He did. He told her. They went. The chocolate-covered raisins in the box were a gift, along the way.
It was a nice coffee place. Very black, with straight angles. V-shaped wall adornments took up space. Square tables covered the customer base seating arrangements. Bitter coffee aficionados brewed behind the counter. As they entered, Ashton did not wave 'hullo's to any of the patrons. He led Riley to the front counter. It was an 'order your order, get it, go find a seat' type of place. Not one of those 'they come to you' establishments. He ordered what he wanted. They ordered what they needed. They found a table.
"So." Ashton warmed his hands on his coffee cup, and let the so fill in a bit of the very large gap in the conversation. Hopefully, the woman would help fill in the rest.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 29, 2011 14:22:05 GMT -6
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Letting Gage call the shots first off on the investigation hadn't just been to humor a lady. It had served double duty by allowing him to learn just how good a detective she was. So far, nothing outstanding had gotten his attention to tell him that she was useless. Everything had been fairly by the book. It was good to know that she had a handle on basic investigations procedures. You got to know the victim's friends, family, coworkers, asked around... maybe uncovered a motive or two. Looked for anything that stuck out.
She took computer duty. Good. She probably had an edge on him, there. Not that he was hopeless enough to require a new PDA every time his got a little problem, but... aside from knowing how to type up reports and do reboots, he wasn't anything special to write home about. He left her to do that. Him? She'd given him an order.
The timing was impressive. Almost as soon as she'd made her suggestion, one of the two she'd suggested had popped up. Had he been listening in? Ashton considered his face. He didn't look terribly guilty, not that one could tell always from a glance. Man's name was Vinny, though. Ashton never could trust a man named 'Vinny'. Almost as bad as 'Lonnie'.
Vinny came around to them, extending a hand. No hands were shaken. Ashton addressed him with cold efficiency.
"Can I speak with you, Mr. Gupta? Alone."
The hand dropped. Vinny looked a bit taken aback. He'd come over, looking for someone giving out handshakes and information. He'd gotten an inquisition. "Sure."
"I'll lead. Gage." A glance back. "Keep it up."
Vinny followed the detective out of the cubicle area, round the cubicle bank, to a makeshift office. It was actually the copy room, fax machine included. It needed a bit of cleaning up. Papers were scattered here or there on the table, on the floor. In the waste basket. Boxes weren't aligned with geometric efficiency, but it would do. Ashton shut the door behind Gupta. He stood by the door, cutting off any escape routes, crossed his arms.
