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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 Quincy Archer on May 15, 2024 21:18:18 GMT -6
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Once she had started to cry, it had been really hard to stop, and Quin had known she was alone on her little curb. It was supposedly a rare thing to really feel alone in New York, but Quin always seemed to end up this way.
So she sat there on the curb with her head cradled on her arms and thought about everything that had happened that night. It had all been so horrible and what she’d done to those people…
Quin didn’t know how long she’d sat there, but eventually she got the feeling that maybe she wasn’t so alone anymore. Still, it was hard to turn her head and look, even when she heard the somewhat familiar voice.
Now Eisen was doing better. Funny, because now Quin was falling apart.
Dropping her arms down to wrap around her legs, Quin rested her head on her knees and looked over at Eisen in the streetlight.
”I’ve never hurt anyone before.” she said, sniffing a little, certain her nose was bright red from crying. She’d heard stories about her older self, but this had definitely been a first.
Eisen definitely looked better than he had a while ago in the tea shop, but he’d definitely been through it. Quin knew how hot that tea had been, and she couldn’t see well in the light from the street lamp, but it had to have hurt.
”I’m sorry.” she said. ”I didn’t know where else to go and when I was little my Mom always said that tea fixes everything.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 15, 2024 16:25:24 GMT -6
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Had that…had that just happened?
Quin was still sitting at the table, holding her warm cup between her hands, just about to take a sip when Eisen had some sort of…episode that ended with him on the floor getting sick in the teapot.
So much for bringing things down a notch. Brown eyes slightly wide as she took in the scene before her, Quin went ahead and took that sip of tea before setting the teacup down again.
As a strong believer in signs, Quin decided this was her sign that she needed to leave and never come back here again.
Reaching into her pocket to pull out some of the cash she’d brought for the night, she dropped what she hoped was a sufficient tip for the trouble on to the table before she slowly stood up, and walked towards the door. She’d already paid for the tea so there was no need to worry about that.
What had she been thinking? She tried to puzzle out as she made her way slowly down the street, tears starting to prick at her eyes again as she walked.
This time she didn’t try to hold them back and made it about ten more feet before she dropped down to sit on the curb, arms crossed on her knees and head cradled on top. The thought of going home right now was horrible, and now she was alone and wondering the same things she’d wondered before.
This was what she got for going out, Quin thought, she should have just stayed home and studied.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 15, 2024 7:57:40 GMT -6
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Eisen was doing…better? Quin decided.
No, not really better. He was coming down off of the same adrenaline high that she was and…the better question was probably why she wasn’t more upset.
It was shock, right? People went into shock when they lived through experiences like this. Eventually it would wear off and then she’d have to deal.
Eisen spoke, and Quin’s head jerked up from where she’d been staring at her hands.
”I don’t think it was a joke…” she said as the tea was dropped at the table. It came in the little pots that looked a bit like a coffee press and even though she’d said Eisen could have his choice, she reached out for the Lemon balm and pushed the plunger down so the loose leaf was pushed to the bottom of the kettle and then poured the tea. There would still be enough if Eisen wanted any.
Cradling the now-warm cup in her hands, Quin blew gently on the tea to help it cool as she stared a bit blankly ahead, ”Do you think they died…?” she said, maybe too quietly for Eisen to hear. Something hot splashed onto her hand and Quin realized her hands were shaking again.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 14, 2024 21:45:55 GMT -6
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Eisen, it appeared, was not in the mood for tea.
Quin could almost see it, the adrenaline rush from the bar and everything that had happened was wearing off and everything that had happened was starting to catch up.
Yeah. It was happening for her too.
”Don’t shout in here.” she said, ’The owners are good people who don’t deserve that.”
With that, she stood up and walked to the counter to order, and hopefully let Eisen have a chance to pull himself together a bit. When she returned, she sat down and looked at him levelly, ”I got us some lemon balm and peppermint tea. They’re both good for nerves. You can take your pick when they get here.”
Now that it was calm, quiet, and she was somewhere safe, Quin noticed that her hands were starting to shake and she reached out to grab one of the little packets of raw cane sugar that decorated the table so she would have something to fidget with since she didn’t have any spare plastic on her and it would have been really rude to mess up anything in the shop.
”Are you hurt?” she asked, trying to piece together what had happened. Was she hurt? No, besides a few incidental bumps and bruises and a dull ache in her scalp, Quin didn’t think so. That was more than she could say for the clowns, the redhead thought with a shudder.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 14, 2024 12:20:00 GMT -6
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Messes that he had left? Quin didn’t really want to know what Michael meant if it was related to her former work as a detective.
But he didn’t gush and tell her that she’d been amazing. Didn’t bring up the fact that she’d apparently broken up a large chunk of the case that had landed her in this position in the first place. Didn’t tell her that the brass had been wrong for what they’d done to her and maybe if they’d treated her right this would have never happened.
She’d been a decent fighter too. Quin nodded. Some of the muscle memory had remained, even if her body had changed…but it appeared the rest of her memories were gone for good.
That made sense too, she supposed, but why it worked that way for some and not for others was hard to understand.
Quin found herself nodding her head, ”Good, because I’ve been wondering all this time how if I was nearly as good as I supposedly was, how this happened.” she said, gesturing down at herself, voice a little rough.
”I want to learn more.” she said after a moment, ”Are you going to be doing more of these sessions here? Do you teach elsewhere?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 14, 2024 5:41:32 GMT -6
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10 years he had lost. In a strange way she had known the man in front of her for more than 10 years.
It was still so hard to wrap her head around any of it. Once she’d gotten the bare bones of what had happened, what it meant, Quin hadn’t wanted to know anything else. It had been impossible to avoid though.
Some people had lost days, some weeks, some years. Some people had reverted back to their proper age after a while. Quin had somehow known that wasn’t going to happen for her, even that first day.
Michael was his name, and they had something of a history.
”Was she…I…really as good as everyone tries to tell me I was?” nobody who really knew was around to ask, or was in the same situation she was.
”Do any of the memories ever come back?” sometimes there were flashes of recognition in places or with things, but never anything concrete.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 13, 2024 22:14:50 GMT -6
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The cops were everywhere and Quin silently thanked the stars that she was dressed absolutely nothing like she usually was, or ever had been dressed.
Too many of the cops still recognized her and felt like they needed to say things when they crossed paths. It was awkward and wouldn’t help the situation they were in at all.
Melting into the crowd the best she could with her tall frame and red hair, Quin zigged and zagged among the survivors of whatever the hell had just happened. At the thought, tears sprang to her eyes, but there simply wasn’t time to acknowledge it right now. She needed to get away from here and get her head on straight, then there would be time to dissect what had happened.
Peeking over her shoulder to see the Eisen was still there, Quin couldn’t help but smile a bit at his question.
”Tea. A place for tea.” she said, and led the way, the shop was close and it was open all night and it wasn’t very far away.
Soon enough they were there and going inside and Quin was gesturing Eisen towards the little corner bench and round table she usually sat at when she came here.
”Do you want anything?” she said, ”They import leaves from all over the place and make their own blends, so they have about anything you could want…”
It was such a weird thing to ask considering what had just happened, the fact that she was essentially barefoot and wearing vinyl flooring, her hair had been pulled halfway out of its ponytail by a zombie clown trying to attack her face, and she’d only known Eisen long enough to dance somewhat inappropriately with him at the club.
It said something that it wasn’t the weirdest thing that had ever happened to Quin, so she just waited to see what he would say.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 13, 2024 17:38:43 GMT -6
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She needed to find a different gym that taught this discipline, Quin decided as the instructor critiqued the move and how Quin had executed it. Rough was right, but now that she knew how it felt, she was confident she could do it again. And again.
The man was also willing to stay and help her with her one more thing. That was good, despite her initial misgivings, today’s session had gone better than Quin could have imagined.
”What can I do if someone has me by the hair?” she asked, crossing her arms.
”And you clearly have me at a disadvantage. What’s your name?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 13, 2024 10:08:13 GMT -6
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No. Rushing in had probably not been the best tactic, but it had been what she’d had access to at the moment, Quin decided. Even the instructor agreed though, that offense was the best defense and yes, Quin did want to keep her opponents off their footing.
Then the instructor was instructing. He described a complicated sounding move, but one that was similar to some things she had done before.
So Quin went at him, significantly less graceful than he had probably been when he made his move before and attempted the takedown.
It worked, and the instructor went down, if a bit clumsily and far easier than when she had attempted to throw her entire body weight at him a little while before. He’d taught the other students the same way, she realized as she attempted the leg twisting motion the instructor had described.
Sloppy, but she thought that she’d probably gotten the idea, if nothing else.
Untangling herself, Quin scooted back and stood up, looking around. A lot of people had left.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 11, 2024 23:06:44 GMT -6
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Quin didn’t even hear his compliment as she barreled forward…into an absolutely brick wall of man.
Then they were going over backwards as he spoke, delivering two lessons in rapid succession as she fruitlessly attempted to get herself free from first his arms, and then his legs as he wrapped her up and pinned her to the ground.
From there, the instructor brought his elbow around and Quin flinched as it stopped a hair’s breadth from the side of her head.
”Let me up…” she said, struggling against the immovable mass of legs keeping her from moving.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 11, 2024 21:45:18 GMT -6
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Quin had pretty much known that she wouldn’t be able to goad the instructor into making a grab for her, and he didn’t. Instead his leg came forward to wrap around hers and Quin found the side of her face meeting his arm as he shoved her down.
And down she went.
This, she thought, was what she needed.
Quickly, Quin came to her feet and moved forward once again, completely aware that this was going to end with her on the ground.
Good. She could already remember the way the instructor had stepped, the way he’d twisted to bring her arm around.
Instead of trying to goad him into a grab this time, Quin just ran for his midsection, intending to try to bring them both to the ground and see what she could do from there.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 11, 2024 20:41:17 GMT -6
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”Just general is fine. Quin said on approach, shaking out her arms and bouncing just a bit on the balls of her feet as she approached.
This was the whole problem, Quin thought as she tried to figure out what to do. In real life you couldn’t always just stand back and wait for solemne else to make the first move. Sometimes when you did that, it was too late.
Frustrated with the situation and with herself for her earlier actions, Quin darted forward, hoping to goad the instructor into making a grab at her so she could get leverage.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 11, 2024 20:10:19 GMT -6
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The man leading the class didn’t follow her, he didn’t even say anything as she just walked away. Good. She needed a minute.
The lesson continued and Quin couldn’t help but be impressed with the teaching style on display. The instructor was not afraid to take a hit and the instructions he made worked every time one of his students followed them.
Quin sighed. She couldn’t leave, not with an opportunity like this so accessible.
So she waited, and she watched, and she tried to commit as much of what he was saying to memory as person after person went until there was nobody left.
Posted by Quincy Archer on May 11, 2024 18:08:32 GMT -6
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Quin. Was. Riveted.
Clearly this instructor was rough around the edges and talked like he had a mouthful of marshmallows, but the way he was talking about other styles had Quin more excited than she’d been about anything in a while.
Brazilian Jiu-jujitsu sounded right up Quin’s alley, she liked the weight and counterweight involved in aikido, but had always thought it lacked a bit, even getting embarrassed early on when she’d asked about offense. The fact remained that she had felt helpless when that clown had wrapped its hand in her hair and she didn’t want to feel that way again. Not ever again.
They were going to spar now, and Quin found herself bouncing on the balls of her feet in anticipation again as the instructor pointed out that they could spar with their warm up partner or him.
Quin wanted to spar with him. Maybe she could pick up what she needed quick enough to use it if the need arose.
Until he called her by name.
At that, all the energy left the redhead and she stopped in the middle of the floor.
He knew her.
”No, it’s alright.” she said, ”Someone else can go ahead and go.” she said, and walked away, towards where she’d dropped her water bottle and picked it up to take a drink while she decided if she was going to stay or not.