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 Jan 28, 2011 23:23:45 GMT -6
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"Afraid not," Ashton conceded, not too sadly. "It was back in college. I'm sure they've developed taste since then. For a 'wannabe band' of ex-marching band members and social outcasts, they weren't all hopeless. Maybe one or two... heh. Larry. And Bob. Bob was the music teacher with the waxed mustache one of the group roped into the band. He tried to organize that which could not gain a semblance of organization. Basically, that meant he got us to set up our equipment right. Not everyone could manage the part where they played it right. They had rock star ambitions, those few..." He trailed off for a second, then jumped back in.
"I still have my drumset, though... and my guitar. I never had a mullet." He felt the need suddenly to make that point very clear. He laughed to himself. "Though, that would have been a surefire way to get my butt kicked by dear ol' dad."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 28, 2011 23:00:24 GMT -6
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>>”And why are you avoiding the band subject?”
Again with the smirk. "Guess we both have topics we're avoiding." Ashton said. She was teasing. Him too.
She finally cracked, and shared. Super-dramatic fiction. Damsels in distress. Images of Dudley Do-Right and mounties galloped through his head. "Waxed mustaches, included?" Pause, joking addition. "They were with some guys in that band."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 28, 2011 22:47:53 GMT -6
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"Oh, come on." Ashton smirked, not letting go. "What kinds of books?" He crossed his arms. "We can talk about bands later."
What kind of books was she that embarrassed about, that she couldn't tell him. That bad? What, was she into some sort of cult reading material. Oprah's Book Club? Now he was curious. By comparison, his band days were nowhere near as interesting as terrible books and movies.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 28, 2011 17:08:09 GMT -6
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He got it.
Good.
They spared no time getting to the shop near that grisly scene. Ashton's buckle clicked undone. The belt flew back into the door.
>>“Alright Drake, time to try our hand at landscaping,” Cervantes said.
Ashton got out with a dumb grin. Now was about the time for stupid puns, wasn't it? "Any skills those trees have just won't cut it, now." He said.
The doors to the hardware store slid open, automatic, as if they'd sensed the presence of two bad bad men in need of bladed death motors strapped to their hands.
"Drake, Detective. MRC. Chainsaws." Ashton flashed his badge to a very flustered-looking shop clerk. He ran on ahead, to show them the way. The bladed death motors were strapped to a wall towards the back of the store, gleaming metal, dangerous rifle black blades. "Fill 'em up." He said. The shop clerk rushed to oblige.
A few minutes later, they were ready to do chew bubble gum and do yard work... and they were all out of Bazooka Joe.
"Ready?" Ashton asked Cervantes, holdin' his chainsaw up in his hands in front of him, and feelin' all sorts of hardcore.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 28, 2011 13:59:44 GMT -6
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Ponytails? Now, how could those look terrible? He didn't say a word. If she thought they looked bad, he'd give her the benefit of the doubt. She was the attractive woman. Frankly, if they were being truthful, he didn't think she could look bad at all.
As for books. "Oh yeah?" He asked. "What kind of books?"
Ashton was no avid book-reader. He got his entertainment from movies, television, and other people. He never seemed to have the time to make any dents in any of the piles of books some people suggested for him. What? Did they expect him to have an in-box and an out-box for these sorts of things, so he could just chuck when he was finished reading? Who did they think he was?
What sorts of awful did the lil lady think were great?
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 24, 2011 20:22:26 GMT -6
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Bogarting.
Heh. Real funny. The chick was some kind of comedian. "You're missing the Horatio Caine shades." He replied dryly. Now was right about the time The Who started playing, right? Yeah.
Yeah.
It was.
He would not stretch that yeah out like he'd seen some people on the internet do when they wanted to truly embarrass themselves with a repeated joke referencing pop culture. He did not browse those boards. He did not understand their self referential humor. He just happened to have watched that show once or twice, once upon a time, and was familiar with the reference. So. There. Change of subject time. Riley did the honors.
Guilty pleasures? "Besides B movies and classic movies? Hm." Pause, Pooh Bear head tap think pose. Think think think. He looked at her again, and suggested weakly. "Bad... music? I. Uh. Used to be in a band." A really bad one. "I still have my record collections. Rolling Stones. Styx." Did that count as a guilty pleasure? A bad habit? Depended on what tastes she had in music. Speaking of. "I turn the question back to you. Well?" He waited expectantly.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 24, 2011 19:49:49 GMT -6
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Hey! I'd like to have a new sig or two for some of my characters. The characters in question are:
Aurum Mellitus, as played by Ryan Reynolds Shinbo Tetsuya, as played by Atae Shinjiro of the band AAA Ashton Drake, as played by Michael Weatherly (preferably, from NCIS, not any of the pictures from when he was in Dark Angel) Lenna, as played by Agata, from this man's gallery: franekchrzonszcz.deviantart.com/
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 23, 2011 12:10:31 GMT -6
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"Great," Ashton agreed with a half nod. He popped a piece of her popcorn, of which he still had the bulk sum in bag form, into his mouth, returning his focus to the big screen. He still had the raisinettes, too. He had all the snacks, and a coffee date. Things were... looking up?
Hrm.
"Here." He thrust the bag of popcorn her way with an upturned palm, holding it out in front of her. Held it just long enough for her to take it. "I've been hogging it." Ashton said. "Totally unfair, right?" A small smile of confidence and humor slipped back onto his face. They could move past the awkward, it seemed, and... eat some damned popcorn.
He still had his chocolate-covered raisins. If she asked, he'd still share.
What was the movie now? 2/3rds? 1/2 over? Plenty of time to snack and talk.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 23, 2011 10:50:47 GMT -6
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Good. Ashton lowered his firearm. There'd be no shooting of trees today, no him looking foolish. Actually, he wasn't certain about that last one just yet. Jorge was safe. That was good. But they were still dealing with insanity incarnate. Not the kind of way he wanted to spend his holidays. Where was a flamethrower when you needed one? Or a GOOD plan. They needed one of those. They needed...
"You need to get your head in the game." Ashton eyed Jorge, holstering his gun.
Correction. Jorge needed one of those. Ashton was fine. He didn't need anything. Okay. Maybe a drink.
Jorge tried, he really did, to get a new game plan. He seemed to read Ashton's mind. Yeah. Setting them on fire would be pretty good, but... then, there'd by flaming trees running around and the whole city'd be up in smoke. Not so good. Chainsaws was an improvement. Maybe they could call Shinbo.
The man's cellphone rang. No stop signs, speed limit. Nobody was going to slow them down. His eyes swept the area, looking for something to give him an idea of how to handle this while Jorge chatted up the caller.
Nope. Nothing they could use at the moment. His hand dropped to his pocket, found his black cellphone there. He dialed a Shinbo. It rang. It rang long enough. The phone snapped shut as Jorge turned his attention back to him.
Another new plan. They had to go. Rockafeller center. Ashton met him back at the car. As he buckled in, he turned to the man."Think we can hit a hardware store on our way?" Chainsaws. Not a half-bad idea. Ashton smirked. The trees wouldn't know what hit 'em. If... Cervantes got his cue.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 23, 2011 9:53:58 GMT -6
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And there he'd gone, making her feel bad. Good. Wait. Not good. Maybe he'd been a little hasty taking offense. Nobody liked getting laughed at. Maybe she hadn't been laughing at him, but the whole situation. Maybe she'd thought he was kidding.
Whatever.
To reiterate the point, nobody liked getting laughed at. To add to it, 'not even her'.
"Yeah." He quietly gave her the point. "It's no fun." And she probably hadn't intentionally been trying to blindside him with rudeness. The mood was kind of ruined, though. How could he possibly fix it? "Maybe I shouldn't have taken offense. You probably didn't mean anything by it." No apologies. But... he could talk it out. "And I guess, after the movie's over, we can still get a cup of coffee or something."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 22, 2011 6:12:54 GMT -6
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"I'm a detective..." Ashton shifted uncomfortably in his seat to face her. "Just like the author of The Maltese Falcon. He drew from his experiences as a detective, in writing this stuff... people were really like that, sometimes. Back then. Hard to cope any other way. Get calloused, with edges. The job's pretty noir." Dramatic pause. "Trenchcoats and dated hats, notwithstanding."
"So, yeah..." He changed the subject. "Maybe not 100% like this, but this stuff isn't so out there that it isn't possible for some hardboiled detectives to still exist. Must be why the movie resonates so well. Timeless. Rough, but written from experience. I came to the movies because it's a classic, though. Not as a means to some escape. So, thank you. No laughing at me."
He really couldn't see how any of this was funny. Kind of a mood dampener, really. Judgmental, emphasis on the mental.
