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.
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Quin kept track of details as Nate spoke. He’d mentioned agents and buyers, so obviously he sold something. His agent was exasperated with his tendency to ignore his phone, so that meant he really didn’t walk around with it attached to him at all times.
His name was Nate, but he didn’t give any more information than that. That was fine. He also swore he was not as clumsy as the accident had made him seem.
”Fair enough.” Quin said, a slow smile curving her features. ”I’m Quin.”
”I suppose I can forgive your lack of attention since it was such an important communication.” she said, smile growing even wider, ”If you’ll forgive me for running with my head in the clouds and forgetting to pay attention to the people down here on earth.” she admitted gracefully, then added. ”I really can’t blame everyone for being out enmasse though. It really is a beautiful day.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 23, 2011 22:21:13 GMT -6
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For a moment, Quin wanted to be mad. What had he been doing, messing around on a phone and not paying attention to where he was going?! She opened her mouth to complain, just as his contrite apology was issue.
Well damn. Now she just had to sit on the ground and look silly.
”Just my pride.” Quin said, taking the offered hand and pulling herself up. Upon gaining her feet, Quin chanced a better look at the guy she’d ran into. He was apparently a jogger as well…but one who didn’t seem able to disconnect himself from his phone. That was a mark against him, but his looks were a mark in his favor. What harm could there be in prolonging the conversation a little.
”You’re not hurt either, are you?” she asked, then nodded to the phone, ”Must have been pretty important to let it interrupt time outside on a day like this.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 23, 2011 21:06:45 GMT -6
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It was a beautiful morning, promising to develop into what the weather caster had called a halcyon day. Quin wasn’t incredibly well read, but she knew enough to realize that meant it was going to be beautiful. That meant that her morning jog was mandatory…instead of optional like it was whenever it rained or snowed. She’d rolled out of bed, pulled on her running clothes and had still been wrangling her hair into an acceptable ponytail when she’d walked out of the apartment…and she had not been disappointed. Even if she was up early on a day off.
She took off for her jog and quickly found herself in Central Park, as she normally did. Apparently the rest of the city watched the same news channel, and had come out in force, because the jogging and bike trails were far more full than usual. Quin wanted to call them all fair-weather exercisers and ask them where they’d been when it was a hundred. She kept her mouth shut though, and kept moving, passing people where necessary and generally enjoying herself.
Despite the crowd, all the nature sounds prevailed, and Quin wondered why anyone ever wanted to run with headphones blaring music in their ears. You missed out on things when you did that. She didn’t have much room to talk though. Apparently when you were busy watching other people, and not the trail in front of you…you missed the fact that someone was texting and walking instead of paying attention.
You subsequently ran into them, and you subsequently ended up on your rear. In the middle of central park.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 22, 2011 19:59:21 GMT -6
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Quin’s dark glare followed the woman all the way to Cervantes’ desk, wishing the whole time that she could read lips. What the hell was so important that a person simply disregarded all protocol and acted the way that…that…woman had acted?
Ashton made a comment and Quin snorted. ”I know.” she said tightly. ”And that’s the only reason she’s not face down on the floor in cuffs.”
It was easy to be brave when the only person you were talking to was your partner, and your redhead temper needed a place to vent itself.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 21, 2011 9:01:31 GMT -6
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One of Quin’s favorite things about New York was that people were more than comfortable with lapsing into silence while they ate. This was an ideal situation for Quin because, and the redhead did not mind admitting this, she loved to eat. The pizza was delicious, and while they ate, Quin had to muse over how differently the night could have turned out when nobody else showed up at the bar for drinks.
It hadn’t though, and Quin had already made considerable progress through her slice when Ashton stopped for a drink of beer and a little conversation. Lowering her pizza for a moment to respond, Quin nodded her head enthusiastically, ”You did!” she exclaimed. ” You have to teach me. As soon as we're done.” Yup. Darts came after the pizza. Quin dove back in...so she could get finished more quickly, of course. Not because the pizza was amazing.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 15, 2011 15:42:11 GMT -6
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”Mmhm.” Quin said when her partner commented on how large the crowd was. It made surveillance difficult. What was even worse was that most of the attention was centered around an exhibit on…roaches.
Ew. Roaches. Quin made a face that suggested that the last thing she wanted to do was go and look at the exhibit that Ashton was pointing out. How that was even considered art was beyond the redhead, but she’d already chalked it up to her Midwestern, and therefore uncultured, upbringing and moved on with her life. Ashton, on the other hand, seemed to think something of value could be gleaned from the experience. Oh, and lovely, the roach was holding a tea cup. Wasn’t it just delightful?
No. No, it really wasn’t. Not at all.
”Oh god.” she said, ”Please don’t ruin tea for me. I won’t have anything to drink.” she said, but then shrugged her shoulders. ”But lead the way, partner of mine. We might as well join the freak show. Chances are, we won’t be able to get close enough to see anything anyway.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 15, 2011 15:41:34 GMT -6
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The unmitigated gall of the MRC visitor left Quin speechless for a moment. Then she found herself with a badge shoved into her chest and a woman vaulting over desks to get around her. This was simply ridiculous!
For a moment, Quin entertained Ashton’s notion of arrest. The woman had just assaulted her. She’d shoved that badge at her in a threatening manner, and had done nothing but be rude since arriving. The lady, and Quin used the term very loosely, needed a serious lesson in manners. Not from an intern though, and if she let Aston do the arresting it’d end up coming down on his head.
Quin shot Ashton a quick grin, then scowled at the FBI badge in her hand. Truth be told, the redhead didn’t care if the visitor was on the President’s Secret Service detail, there was a way you behaved to people, and that with the jumping over desks…was not it.
There was no way after that scene, that Quincy Archer was going to chase after the woman like a damn puppy, so she took a deep breath and let it out on a long sigh.
”No. Just let her go. Cervantes can deal with her. I am tempted to do what she said and call her boss. Just to submit a complaint.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 15, 2011 15:38:01 GMT -6
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Pizza. Yes, pizza was a far more appropriate topic than costumed super heroes. It was, however, interesting to know that Ashton wasn’t completely opposed to their involvement in crime fighting. He’d allowed that they had a tendency to get in the way, but…he’d said but. Then the pizza had arrived.
Yum.
Quin smiled and nodded her head at what Ashton was saying. Pizza was definitely more palatable and the redhead picked up her slice and took a bite. Oh man. Yeah. Uh. This pizza was amazing.
”This was the best idea ever.” It simply had to be said.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 14, 2011 19:52:37 GMT -6
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Weren’t all that bad? Quin snorted into her beer and heaved a large sigh. ”It doesn’t sit right with me. They didn’t do the book work, they didn’t do the leg work.
Ashton had said that the one guy was okay. Quin was going to be harder to convince, ”And I’m sure this guy was okay, you wouldn't say so if he wasn't. But he’s not a cop.”
This required another drink of beer, and shrugged, ”So you don’t have to worry about me saying anything.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 14, 2011 18:50:03 GMT -6
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”I think everyone would look terrible in a spandex suit.” Quin said, nodding at the sage wisdom of the statement and reaching out to pat Ashton on the shoulder a little awkwardly.
”And I wonder if that’s how everyone ends up in MRC.” she mused, returning to the beer and taking another swig. At this point she was at least two sheets to the wind and heading for three. They’d had quite a bit. That was okay though.
”So what do you think about those X-Men anyway?” Quin said with a sudden scowl. It was probably obvious what Quin’s opinion was.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 13, 2011 21:19:14 GMT -6
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Quin smiled almost involuntarily at the inherent compliment in the two words Ashton spoke to her. It may have just been a ‘you too’ but it meant something to the redhead. It meant that she wasn’t a burden as a partner, it meant that she was actually starting to fit in.
”And yup. I went through all of that, just for MRC.” Quin said on a small sigh and with a slight smile. “You have to admit. It’s an incredible idea. The public is used to people like the X-Men running around with their underwear on the outside of their pants. Actually recruiting mutants to keep the peace by letter of the law…I mean, wow.” Quin let the thought hang there, wondering if Ashton had ever really thought about it.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 9, 2011 10:21:52 GMT -6
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And the show went on. Quin laughed at the exchange between Mat and the little glass man. His part in both sides of the ‘conversation’ was obvious, the entertainment value remained though.
”You should go on the road with that act some time.” she said, shaking her head and taking a sip of beer. “So that’s what you do? Is it just glass or is there more?” The guy wasn’t shy about his powers, so Quin didn’t have any problem asking about them. What else were you supposed to do in such a situation? As to bad influences and smoking?
“I'll just bet you were white as the driven snow. But as to your little friend, he should know better than to get someone smoking. It’s 2011, there’s nothing hot or cool about it these days.” Okay, so that had been a little harsh, but Quin wanted to get her point across. She worked on softening the blow with more curiosity and another gulp of her beer.
“The dancing glass man is far more impressive. Trust me, I have it on good authority.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 9, 2011 9:59:21 GMT -6
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That was his mate. The little lurching glass man was his, mate. Oh good lord, this was going to be an interesting night. Quin stared at the little guy some more, impressed that it was still going and smiled at the explanation. The little guy really was dancing his little heart out. It didn’t look like there was any kind of motor or propulsion system powering the movements, so that just left one option. Cigarette guy was a mutant, and he was inviting her to have a drink.
The smoking was a serious turn-off. Serious. He had offered though, and Quin didn’t want to be unfriendly. The little dancing glass-man was interesting too, and she wanted to find out more.
”One sec.” she said, and moved back to the bar to grab her drink. She knew it was safe because the bartenders always watched for the cops that drank there. Returning to the table, Quin sat and went back to studying the little guy as he moved around the table.
“How long will he do that?” she asked, then figured proprieties might as well be observed. “I’m Quin by the way.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 9, 2011 9:34:46 GMT -6
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It took the guy with the cigarette a few moments to realize what she was talking about and Quin resisted the urge to do any arm crossing or foot tapping while she waited for him to get with the program. Why was he looking at her like that anyway?
When the disheveled man finally figured things out, his reaction was immediate and the cigarette was quickly extinguished, in his own beer. Such a waste! Quin mourned for the amber liquid as an explanation flowed forth, and she frowned slightly. The guy still seemed a little off…and was that a little glass figurine dancing around? She blinked and stared at the thing as it lurched around on the table. Exactly what was going on here?
“It’s, uh, fine.” she said, still watching the little man on the table. “Just don’t let it happen again…” As if she had any power in the bar aside from pulling cop rank and giving out a ticket.
“Is that a little dancing man, or did someone drug my drink?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 9, 2011 8:46:00 GMT -6
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Tonight, Quincy Archer was drinking alone. Well, as alone as a person could be in a bar that was filled with people. There were various cops there, but Quin didn’t know any of them well enough to approach them and try to start a conversation, and she wasn’t feeling very forward. Not that there weren’t good looking guys around, but…meh. If they wanted her, they knew where to find her.
The bar was its usual combination of dim and slightly dingy and Quin thought it suited her mood admirably. She’d dressed casually in a simple pair of jeans and a top with a cowl-neck that draped rather dramatically down to reveal the lace edged camisole she wore underneath. Minimal jewelry, understated shoes, she thought she looked approachable without trying. At least that’s probably what the magazines would have said.
Quin sipped her beer, and took a deep breath, intending to sigh. Instead, she got a nose-full of cigarette smoke, something her hippie roots protested against with the power of a thousand bright-yellow daisies.
Spinning on her bar stool, Quin scanned the bar for the offending patron, eyes falling on a man sitting at a table. He looked rough. Not that the guy didn’t have potential…but for one he was smoking…and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Had some random crack-head wandered into a cop bar? If so, it was definitely not his lucky day. People were starting to notice the smoke. People who were bigger, meaner, and had more Y Chromosomes than Quin did. This was going to get bad for the smoker if nobody warned him, so with much eye-rolling and an air of self-sacrifice, Quin approached.
“You do know that it’s against the rules to smoke in here.” she said, trying to keep her voice moderated, and her nose from doing that wrinkly thing it was already doing.