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.
I see that Shin posted, but I'll piggyback on what he said.
We had our little guy almost two weeks ago now! We are starting to figure things out, but I think it will be a while before I'm back up to full posting steam. Feel free to message me on Discord if you need anything or want to see pictures. I have LOTS and love to show them off.
This affects Quin, Tarin, Kealey, and anyone else I haven't been particularly active with lately.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 10, 2017 11:28:50 GMT -6
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Well. That was one way to deal with a cut quickly and practically, Quin thought as she stopped working the bag for a minute and watched the man go to work on his face. It was a bit strange that he had to pull out a mirror to see the cut, considering it must have hurt like hell. Whatever though, some of these MMA types had been hit in the face so much that they had nerve damage and didn't even know when things had gotten out of hand.
That or he was on drugs. Quin smiled a slight internal smile, she didn't have to care about things like that anymore. Sometimes it was so nice not being a cop anymore...
The man thanked her for the heads up and Quin shrugged her shoulders with a smile, "It looked like you were pretty caught up in what you were doing, I thought you'd like a heads up." she couldn't remember if she'd seen this guy here before, so she went back to the bag. The punches and the kicks still felt new and a bit awkward, and again she cursed herself for spending so much time on defensive skills.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 8, 2017 17:31:53 GMT -6
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The rift.
This was something that Quin had honestly done her best to avoid thinking about since it had happened in the summer. The NYPD had done its level best to help with the situation, but it was one of those things that the government types, the costumed types, and apparently some level of Haven had taken over. That had been fine by Quin, she’d had her docket full of other things and hadn’t really wanted to be involved. The whole thing gave her the heebie jeebies. The rumors of life on the other side for mutant-kind weren’t the kinds of things you told around the campfire.
There was also the whole idea that if this AV world was an alternate version of their own world...there were alternate versions of people running around.
Ick. Quin could see how those simple facts could cause a stressful week. Add to that the fact that Nate was suggesting some spillover of policies….double ick. Add to that the business with Nora’s Mom...icks for everyone.
”I got a new office plant…it was a nightmare trying to find something that could thrive in my office with the light exposure and surrounding buildings.” she offered in commiseration, then smiled slightly to show she knew she was being a pain.
Was it weird to sit at one’s table and discuss girl-problems with someone you were also kind of seeing? It probably should have been weirder than it was, but Quin had fallen into such a comfortable pattern with Nate that she just couldn’t find it in herself to find fault with the situation. First and foremost, the two of them were friends.
As for the situation being awkward, the redhead shrugged.
”I mostly just feel bad that you seem to have a fetish for attaching yourself to...strong-willed...women.” Strong-willed was an understatement.
”I do know what you mean though.” she wasn’t going to press for details unless Nate wanted to give them. Part of what made what they had right now so great was the fact that their time together could often be an escape from all of the other stuff in life. Quin wasn’t opposed to discussing work...or personal problems...but since she wasn’t really having any, the ball wasn’t in her court.
”I have found, however, that there are few problems that good dumplings and good company can’t improve...at least a little.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 8, 2017 17:31:14 GMT -6
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Ugh. Why did it feel like she’d just been caught lying by the principal?
Oh well. If Ashton was smart, he would take what she said at face value and be glad she hadn’t simply told him it was none of his business. Saying something had only been fair, the ice pack did feel good against her throbbing cheek. If it turned out Ashton had more to say on that matter, he didn’t say it, so maybe he had gotten at least a little smarter over the past few years. He did keep talking though, and Quin frowned thoughtfully at his words.
If people at the precinct knew that she was doing PI work, that might explain why her license was taking a bit longer than expected to get to her in the mail. It would also give her more time to get established at work before she had to worry about dealing with the NYPD. The petty part of Quin desperately wanted to get angry again...who was he to offer her handouts when she’d been the one to decide she was quitting…
This offer didn’t feel that way though. This felt like something else that Quin didn’t necessarily want to examine for the moment.
Still. She didn’t need too many misconceptions.
”It isn’t exactly like that.” she said levelly. ”I’m hired on full-time to do investigative work for a human-rights group in the city. I’ve got autonomy to a point, but it’s not exactly freelance work.”
Pragmatically speaking though...it might be nice to have someone in the NYPD as a contact.
”But I don’t see why we couldn’t help each other out from time to time if it would be mutually beneficial.”
There. Surely that was as good as it was going to get.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 8, 2017 17:30:36 GMT -6
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The bruise under her eye and up her cheek was still a lovely shade of purple and blue. The ice the night it had happened really hadn’t done much to head off the effects of a glancing fist and mild internal bleeding. Quin looked at it as a statement piece around the office, and a reminder every time she looked into the mirror that dedicating 18 years to a single style of defensive martial art probably hadn’t been the best idea.
It wasn’t that Quin was ungrateful for the many times that aikido had saved her butt in the field. She was...when you were in situations where you had to be attacked in order to fight back, defensive arts were excellent. Things had changed though. Now Quin found herself the aggressor at times and simply knowing how to defend and deflect wasn’t enough.
Dammit. Michael had been right. Quin had thought about looking him up and asking for more lessons, but “The Ranger’s” object lessons tended to be tougher on her pride than the redhead liked. To that end, she’d began to seek out training opportunities in various gyms and dojos across the city.
This particular gym had caught Quin’s eye and she’d been back a few times. They had a variety of people who knew a variety of skills from a variety of different disciplines. It was just the kind of place where you could learn enough to get into trouble...and that’s what Quin needed.
Hands wrapped, red hair in a ponytail, she’d made her way from station to station, mostly working on her own. There were a few folks she’d made connections with, and they were getting her some of the training that she needed. Things were going well. People generally kept to themselves too, discretion was the better part of valor.
Finding a bag to work on, Quin tried out some of the strikes and kicks she’d been focused on during her last few training sessions. As she worked, someone else parked at a nearby bag and proceeded to beat the living hell out of it. Quin couldn’t help but be curious and she frowned slightly at the blood running down the man’s face.
”You might want to get that looked at.” she called out, hoping he could hear her over his pummelling of the bag. ”It’s bleeding pretty badly.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 4, 2017 17:40:24 GMT -6
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Apparently that wasn't all...but Ashton wasn't going to say anything else. He was just going to stand in her apartment like a mute and mull things over for a while. Vaguely she wondered what he'd do if she went off to take a shower, then thought better of the idea. Knowing her luck he'd still be standing there when she got out.
Finally it looked like he was on the move...but it was into the kitchen. "The door is actu...okay." she trailed softly as she heard fridge doors opening and closing. Had she sustained more head damage than she'd thought? Was this some kind of strange coma dream?
Ashton returned with a paper-towel wrapped ice-pack and Quin rolled her eyes and took it when offered. They were back to here.
It was so very tempting to simply tell Ashton again that her bruises and everything else were none of his damn business. They weren't. Who was he to be concerned anyway when she knew what she was doing and was doing a damn good job of it without the NYPD to hold her back. Pressing the ice gingerly against her face, Quin took a deep breath and sighed...the last thing she needed was him poking around into what she was doing.
Somehow lying didn't feel right, but what choice did she have? A PI "getting in the way" of the NYPD never went over well, and with all the bridges Quin had burned with her less than gracious exit...yeah. There just wasn't much choice.
"Sparring accident." she said simply, "A friend gave me an object lesson in why it's a bad idea to put all your eggs in one basket martial arts wise. I've been expanding my skill set." It was almost, kind of true. What she'd been doing tonight could have been considered extreme sparring. "More offensive disciplines involve fists and faces sometimes. No contact is generally the rule, but accidents happen." At least her clothes supported the idea that she'd been training.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Dec 3, 2017 8:53:46 GMT -6
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"Excellent." Quin said, actually rubbing her hands together as she made way for Nate to get into the apartment. As he began to set things out, Quin gathered some silverware from the kitchenette. Yes, they were eating out of paper boxes and ingesting a week's worth of sodium, but that didn't mean they needed to chomp on plastic forks loaded with BPA's as well.
What a week, huh? The way Nate said it sounded different from the way that Quin had been thinking about it before he had arrived. She was going to ask what kind of week he'd had, but Nate distracted her with talk of offices and autonomy. He also took credit, but that was alright, Quin really did owe him for the job.
"It's great, actually. I'm ready for anything that you guys throw my way, but I think I've made more headway in my old case in just this short time than I'd made in the whole time I'd worked on it before. It's absolutely amazing how much bureaucracy can mess up a good thing." At least that's how Quin liked to think about it at this point...it was better than thinking about the fact that she was technically breaking the law in a few different ways every time she went out on the street. Besides, her PI license would be issued soon, then almost everything would be on the up and up.
Snagging some food from the table and digging in with her fork (chopsticks weren't going to get the job done tonight) Quin plopped down into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and nodded towards Nate. Chances are he didn't really want to talk about what was up with him, but Quin knew him well enough to push at least a little before dropping the subject. "What about you? What have you been up to in your fancy office where you do...whatever it is you do."
He was happy for her. Well, wasn't that just great?
"Well, I'm glad you feel better." Quin said, shaking her head slightly, what else was there to say? Sure, part of her wanted to be childish and throw the well wishes back in Ashton's face. She still didn't know why he was actually here. They didn't need to see each other any more, they didn't have to work together any more, there wasn't even any need for terse emails to exchange basic information.
It simply had to be a misplaced sense of personal guilt. Maybe now that the guilt had been assuaged, they could get on with their respective lives.
"Is that all?" she said, no heat in her voice. She hadn't even made it to the shower before he'd shown up, and some of the inevitable aches and pains of the night were beginning to make themselves known as adrenaline began to wear off.
This...had been a pretty good week. It was almost weird for Quin to think that way after the horrible turn things had taken for a short while, but the world had righted itself somewhat and Quin was back on her feet almost as quickly as she'd been knocked off of them.
It was strange setting up an office that wasn't in a room full of other investigators, and it was weird having a case docket that didn't have to be approved by someone before she could get to work. Detailed expense reports had to be kept, of course, and work was constantly getting done...there was just a sense of freedom that went along with it that Quin had never experience in her adult life. It was showing. Her apartment was practically spotless, the clutter that had accumulated itself while she'd thrown herself into trying to prove that she belonged in the NYPD sorted and put into spaces where it actually belonged. The huge evidence wall had slowly moved itself out of Quin's living space and into the new work space she was establishing. There had been plenty of space and it had just seemed more appropriate to keep work at work.
There was actually a table...which was good because Nate was coming over. With food. Bad food that was oh so good.
The knock came at the door, and Quin opened it with a smile.
"Wouldn't want to get too healthy." she said cheerily inhaling the mix of food smell and paper bag that always accompanied the most delightful of take-out. "Come on in, there's actually room on the table."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 22, 2017 9:56:07 GMT -6
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Well.
This was somewhat unexpected.
Somehow after four years of absolutely no communication, Quin hadn’t expected this level of contrition from Ashton. Again, it almost felt misplaced. The words weren’t doing a lot to make her feel better, or more sympathetic towards his cause.
What he was saying made sense on a logical level though, distance was probably the best idea and they hadn’t been about to offer her a promotion as an out. It was petty to hold such a grudge...except was it?
Quin knew she was being quiet, but this was taking a lot of time to digest. She was in between the proverbial rock and the hard place. Was it really the job that she was still angry about? Things felt right now, taking the job with Haven had been something she needed to do. She’d outgrown what the NYPD was capable of doing. Ashton was right there.
That didn’t mean she wanted him there, or wanted to accept his numerous and progressively more self-deprecating apologies. There was another issue here that they were tip-toeing around and she was definitely not going to be the one to bring it up.
This situation boiled down to two basic choices.
”No. You didn’t.” she said finally. The truth was that he hadn’t done anything to help with the situation, but there really hadn’t been anything he could do.
”And I never stood a chance. It just took me a really long time to figure it out. I’m good now though. I’ve got everything figured out, an old friend knew of a job opening in their company. It’s going well.”
The path of least resistance was probably best. Quin didn’t need anyone looking too deeply into her new job...especially not a cop. It was almost funny to think about it that way.
It was tough to fake a look of shock like the one on Ashton’s face, but Quin was suspicious anyway. She listened though, but the explanation didn’t make her feel any better. It was like he’d forgotten to clue her in on all of this for four years and expected her to jump right on the bandwagon.
That was if all of this was true and he wasn’t simply backbuilding out of some misplaced sense of guilt over the fact that she’d left the force. Quin laughed, and it was a bitter little chuckle.
”Well, if that’s the case you should have won an academy award for your performance. You fooled everyone.” Her arms had dropped to cross over her stomach. Her voice was not shaking while she spoke.
”Only you didn’t consider the fact that with you out of the picture, the only person left to make an example of was me. There was nobody left to gossip about but me. There was nobody there to stamp with the scarlet letter but me.” He’d had his perfect little plan, and it had worked out perfectly...for him.
”You have no idea what I went through.” she said, ”Or maybe you do because you saw exactly how things worked for me.”
More words hanging in the air, Quin didn’t even know what to say about the rest. Maybe she had too much pride to admit anymore.
”Like I said earlier, I didn’t make a mistake when I quit” she said, repeating her earlier words, ”I finally realized that I was drowning and nothing I did was ever going to make things better.”
As if somehow it made things better that he'd wanted to call and simply been too damn chicken to manage the feat. If nothing else, he could have given her the chance to hang up on him like a normal person. There'd just been nothing, and now here he was.
It was almost impossible to understand how someone could be as dense as the man standing in front of her. Quin simply stared at Ashton for a few moments, mouth slightly open as she tried to digest what he had said and figure out what the hell a person was supposed to say back.
She had probably felt like he had abandoned her. She'd probably felt that way. As in even though she probably thought that's what had happened, she was wrong and that's not what had happened at all.
"Well holy shit." she finally said, "I've been operating under some kind of grand misconception all this time. No doubt brought on by some sort of keen female hysteria." Quin let that hang in the air for a few moments.
"Please clear things up for me...because I thought that the whole, leaving without a word or conversation and letting me catch all the flack felt a whole lot like abandonment."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 17, 2017 13:17:05 GMT -6
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She wasn’t going to help him up. The whole point of opening the door that way had been so Quin could watch him roll on the floor a little before he managed to get up. It was petty, but it was a cathartic kind of petty that just felt okay. Besides, if he didn’t try to dress like someone out of a Raymond Chandler novel 24/7 it might have been a bit easier.
Ashton chose option number 2, of course, and made his way into the apartment.
He wasn’t done talking. So Quin crossed her arms and did her best to listen without interrupting after she had shut the door.
Of course he commented on the fact that she was hurt, ”I’m not…” she interjected, then vowed to keep her mouth shut. The little tap she’d taken in the face had been nothing. Not when she considered the pay off.
Ashton pointed out that he didn’t know what she’d been up to since she left the force and that he’d come to talk. The second point had been at least a little self evident in the way that he’d been talking since he showed up on her doorstep. He was trying to be funny too, which just didn’t seem appropriate in the grand scheme of things.
”You’re doing about as well as would be expected.” she said, tone still clipped and posture still completely closed. Quin was confused, and she said so.
”I don’t understand any of this, but I guess it’s better to just lay it all out there. Why do you want to talk now?” she asked, much more calmly than she felt.
”What is better about this moment in time than any of the others that have passed in the last four years?” He wanted to talk? They’d talk, but that didn’t mean she was going to make the conversation easy or be completely receptive to what he had to say.
Sometimes it just felt good to be angry. It was cleansing and lightening and the adrenaline rush that came with the anger made a person feel more alert, more focused, and more in touch with the tone of the situation.
Sometimes though, anger was exhausting. Those were the times when there wasn’t a proper outlet, or when the anger had been left to fester and rot for so long that prodding it just a little caused more pain than relief.
Quin hadn’t slammed the door, and she hadn’t locked it either. She’d wanted to stomp away and slam a door somewhere else, somewhere that he wouldn’t hear. Calm fury lost a lot of its power when a person did things like slam doors, make rude gestures, and shout profanities in the hallway of their apartment building.
A closed door wasn’t enough of a hint though. Not for Ashton Drake. Quin supposed she should be glad he hadn’t simply invited himself in another way...but then again, that wasn’t his style.
No. They didn’t talk. No. They hadn’t talked. Nope. Not about work. Barely at all about the case. Definitely not about the past.
Ugh. He never called her Quin. Ever. It almost felt too intimate.
The mild thud against the door made Quin take a small step back, then lean forward to look out the peep hole. The hallway was empty. More voice came through the door and the redhead looked down. He was going to sit on the floor?
Quin listened an at least felt a bit better as new, clean anger started to flow through her.
Was she supposed to feel sorry for him? After everything that had happened? He hadn’t meant to….
Sincerely hoping that he was leaning against the door hard enough to make a difference, Quin pulled on the doorknob hard and flung the door wide.
’You’re pathetic, and the old lady across the hall has probably been watching this whole thing with popcorn. Get off the floor and come in or go away.”
It had to be better than what he’d been expecting and since this was either going to happen in a monologue outside her door or with her as a participant, Quin decided to take the high road.
The uninvited guest began to speak in a rush (Quin wasn’t ready to call him by name yet, even inside her head) and the more he spoke, the more she wished she’d followed her initial instinct and pretended not to be home.
It was pretty typical, wasn’t it? Vagaries and the plain expectation that she would simply be able to figure out what he was talking about and and catch on. It didn’t matter that Quin did know what he was talking about, the fact remained that this whole thing was entirely incredulous in the first place.
She was a grown up?
She made her own mistakes?
He didn’t approve?
That patronizing...
Brown eyes narrowed to slits on his last sentence as a number of choice insults fought to be the first to tumble out of her mouth. It resulted in something of a traffic jam and she just stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what words needed to be where. She pushed the door open a bit more so she could make her point more clear.
”What makes you think I give a damn what you approve of?” managed to push its way out first, with ”And I didn’t make a mistake.” directly on its heels in a close second.
As to whether or not anything was going on…Quin scowled even more, something she would have doubted possible a few minutes before.
”None of this is any of your business.” she said, and made with the closing of the door, as quickly as possible.