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 1, 2011 22:32:49 GMT -6
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"It was okay," Ashton smiled, answering modestly. "I liked it. I think I like other Bogart movies more, but I can see why you would enjoy it. It's something for me to suggest to another movie buff, when they come clawing."
"And I can definitely respect people," He commented to Riley.
Ashton turned back to the movie casually, eating his popcorn.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Jan 1, 2011 19:11:04 GMT -6
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Offer, she did, and popcorn, Ashton took. The woman answered his question. Yes on one, no on another. But yes on so many other Bogart films. Ashton noted this. He also noted what he had to tell her.
But first, she asked him if he'd seen either film.
Actually. That fit in with what he'd wanted to tell her. Critical success? "Mhm," He hummed his reply. "Sabrina, just because you mentioned it last time." He'd gone out and found it. Not for her, mind you, or to score any points. He was a film buff, through and through.
Well, okay. Maybe to score points. But hell. The movie had been decent.
He'd already seen African Queen.
She asked his name. "Ashton," He replied. "What about you?"
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 26, 2010 8:49:13 GMT -6
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Why was it the holidays were always insanity? The year prior, there had been Central Park, and the deal with the giant horror. That had made the news. And this year, it was something out of a Doctor Seuss book, or an M. Night Shyamalan movie. The trees were alive, with the urge of carnage.
And now, he had a musical stuck in his head. Just great.
When MRC had gotten the call, he'd gone through a few stages of grief.
Denial. It wasn't happening.
Anger. BS, no way.
Bargaining. Oh please, don't make this be happening...
Depression. Why, oh why me?
And the big one, Acceptance. Okay. It was happening. What a great gift! And just in time for the holidays. Thank you, Lord!
He'd decided to make it his duty to end the madness, or help at least. Ashton had talked Cervantes into joining him, the same way any pair of gruff cops get things done. He'd grabbed his coat on the way towards the door, grunted an affirmative, complete with nod, and met Cervantes by his car, arms crossed, leaning against the side.
Now, they were speeding towards the scene.
Cervantes asked him a question.
"Nope," Ashton clipped back. "Though, I almost did something with Cthulu last year. Didn't get there in time." Not that it mattered. Somehow, New York's mutants had this thing about just so happening to be on the scene of major crimes and chaos, to help stop it. It was almost as if... someone had plotted it all out, and set the characters into the story to aid in some grand narration. A crazy adventure with insane people and gigantic problems. "Bet you a dollar some mutants are already on the scene, and trying their best to help." Ashton added. "Happened with the Gundam." The one that Shinbo kid had repeatedly pointed out to him was not just a 'robot'. Sheesh.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 26, 2010 8:32:04 GMT -6
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The exchange was made. Popcorn for chocolate-covered raisins, comment for comment. Had he seen this one before.
"Yup," Ashton replied confidently. "It's one of my favorite Noir films. Up there with The Big Sleep... which, funny enough, also stars Bogey." He chewed over the thought with a mouthful of popcorn, eyes returning to the big screen. Another important thing was happening. He watched.
A moment later, he returned the question."What about you?"
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 14, 2010 16:32:51 GMT -6
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Popcorn?
"Definitely."
He took a handful, to get started, then turned to the movie, balancing the popcorn in his upturned palm.
Was he ready for hard-nosed detective work with murder and deceit to spare? "Every day of my life," He smirked to himself, and popped a piece of popped corn into his mouth as the movie began.
It all started like the book had, a man, a woman, frantic nerves. A cameo from a man shortly slated to disappear from this world, into the next.
A telephone bell rang in darkness. Ashton reached for another handful of popped corn.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 14, 2010 15:51:10 GMT -6
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Ashton liked detective movies. The harder it was, the better. He'd never been a fan of Holmes. Sam Spade, though? Philip Marlowe? He liked them. Rough around the edges, but gentle was nice. Psychotic drug-addicted crime enthusiast? Not so much... Ashton didn't like druggies. Holmes just had his head in the cloud too often. The only thing that was Elementary about him was how out of his mind he truly was.
Thankfully, this movie wasn't about Old Sherlock. It was about Sam Spade, a Maltese Falcon, and a classic convoluted plot.
Plus, he had a date. An unofficial date. He picked up a box of snacks on his way into the theater for this unofficial date, and found a seat. He caught sight of her as he entered. One brief glimpse, then the house lights went down. Ashton stalked down the row, and slid into her aisle to sit beside her. He glanced Hoodie-Girl's way, and offered the candy box.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 12, 2010 22:10:26 GMT -6
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Drake appreciated something, alright. He appreciated professionalism. Professionalism was not throwing up on the job. Miss Gage was doing a better job of that now than she had earlier, and she was getting the truth. As close to the truth as he suspected one could get using a mutant power. Because Gage was a mutant. He'd dealt with enough to catch the signs. Nobody was that good at picking lie from truth on the spot, short of Sherlock Holmes.
Ashton had never really liked Holmes. He was more of a Sam Spade guy. The Continental Operator. Maybe even Marlowe. He preferred the style. One thing usually led to another. Gage's useful power led them to new lines of investigation. They could follow that.
A Porche. He noted that as he walked through lawn.
A possible suspect? The client he was working for. Maybe.
A strange smell? Suspicious. Possibly, related to whatever had caused the programmer's situation... or the situation itself. Ick.
Ashton grunted in agreement. Maybe.
>>"Did you ever hear about the evolutional fiasco at the gradeschool uptown?"
Double Ick. "Yeah." Ashton replied succinctly, not sounding interested in discussing that. Melted gradeschoolers. Unpleasant. "I think we should go interview people at the programmer's work, get more information on this 'client' he had. There might be something there." He changed the subject.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Dec 12, 2010 21:47:10 GMT -6
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This operation was going downhill, fast, but one thing was clear to him. Ashton had seen the flags. That was the kind of cartoon tripe kids dreamed up. Which meant... this might not have been such a marvel of modern technology after all.
Someone else reached that same conclusion just as he did. "Pilot, huh." His eyes narrowed on the machine's head. "This thing's probably a psychic manifestation of some kid's wildest dreams," Ashton announced. A hand went to his chin, and ran through stubble there. Yeah. That sounded about right. People would be surprised how often insane mental leaps like that were perfectly logical once you'd spent a few months working for MRC. This sort of thing wasn't common, per se, but psychics were psychics. They all had their own little card to play. And not all the cards were drawn from the same deck.
"Shinbo, can you fly up there? Pull yourself together."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 28, 2010 20:59:35 GMT -6
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>>"Are you sure? You're welcome to come up to wait if you like."
"I'm fine," Ashton smiled, and left her to her preparations.
A short while later, she returned.
She asked him what he thought.
Ashton slipped the bookmark in place and closed his book. "You look amazing," He complimented her. He tossed the book back into the glove compartment, then started the car. The Taurus pulled out of the parking spot, rejoining traffic. It didn't take long to find the restaurant he was looking for. Once again, Ashton parked it, got out, and opened Shula's door. He led her into the restaurant, and got them a table. A short while later, they were seated.
The restaurant was nice, and the table well-situated. It was private, non-smoking. The hostess and the waitresses were all well-dressed. Not too high-cost, but classy. Ashton opened his menu and looked things over. "The seafood pasta salad with roasted peppers sounds good," He commented. "Or maybe the Cajun variation? What are you considering?" He looked to Shula.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 27, 2010 22:31:29 GMT -6
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Ashton smiled at the woman as she fled. "It's a date."
Yes, the movies always were a good place to find interesting people, whether it was on-screen or in-seat. Ashton sat for a while with his popcorn, considering things. Yup. Definitely worth the price of admission. Once he was ready, he rose.
He'd see her next week. Maybe then, he'd catch mystery woman's name.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 27, 2010 22:08:57 GMT -6
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He took note of the location.
Classy. Upscale area.
Shula got in, and he followed, buckling himself into the driver's seat. They pulled out of the garage, and onto a New York street. Ashton navigated smoothly through traffic. He made smalltalk as they went.
"So. What do you do for a living?" That sort of thing. Not too probing, but generally interested. Women liked it when thoughtful men were interested in them, didn't they? Yeah.
They reached the address a short while later. Ashton parked near the building, and looked to Shula. Now, it was her turn to get ready. "I'll wait," He said.
Hopefully, she wouldn't take too long. He did have a CD player for these such occasions, thankfully. And a paperback in the glove box. Like a boy scout, he was prepared.
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 27, 2010 21:54:44 GMT -6
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"Mhm," He agreed with her. Most often times, the movie simply couldn't live up to the personal expectations of book-lovers. It could be good, but everyone had their own idea of what made it great. She got that, too. She really did.
He nodded slightly as she finished.
"Everyone's a critic." Someone behind them coughed. Ashton cleared his throat and accentuated his prior statement. "Everyone..."
Posted by Ashton Drake on Nov 20, 2010 19:12:25 GMT -6
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"Alright," Ashton said. He got the mugger to his feet and led them all to the car.
Five-o-clock came around. Business done, Ashton led Shula to his real car. "Give you a ride home," He offered. "Or wherever it is you wanted to go for your evening wear." He held the door open for her politely.
The car was Tuxedo Black, a 2011 Ford Taurus Sedan. It was nice. Brand new. Ashton liked the thing. He looked good in black.
Speaking of black...
He'd changed out of what he'd been wearing before, and into something far more suitable. He'd had it in his locker. How convenient. Now, he was wearing a black suit jacket with matching slacks, white-collared shirt, and a tie.