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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The truth was, Quin didn’t mind either way. The short answer was probably shorter, but the long answer probably held more…answers. The redhead just waited. After a lot of looking around and non-verbal communication with the bartender, Ashton answered.
”Miltary academy?” Quin echoed, turning slightly in her seat to study Ashton as he gave his answer. And then Berkley. Criminology and sociology. Quin nodded her head and took another drink of her beer, how did it stay so cold so long?
”Just criminology for me. Minored in psychology though. I wanted to finish in four years so I could get out here.”
She’d phrased her words as a question earlier, but just to be clear, ”So how did you end up being a cop instead of going in to the military?”
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Ashton approved of her choice and Quin waited patiently for the bartender to have a chance to bring them their food. Man, pizza was going to be great. She smiled, and Ashton asked her where she was from. Taking a sip of her beer and shrugging her shoulders, Quin told what there was to tell.
“I’m from Indianapolis originally. Went to college at Northern Illinois. I’ve always been a fan of cities though, and once I heard the stuff New York was doing with mutants and the police force, I thought it would be a good fit.” It was a pretty standard story. “My parents lived there until like a year ago. They’re both retired now and they’re travelling.” Quin left off the part about how they were travelling around in an RV, after selling all their earthly possessions and hopping from commune to commune to find one that fit. It wasn’t that she was unhappy or ashamed, but there were some things you just didn’t share right off the bat.
Her turn to ask a question! “Where did you go to school?”
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Quin was a little touched. This was apparently another one of the commonplace haunts. Ashton was taking her around and getting her acquainted with what it was like to be social in the MRC division. Man, she’d really lucked out, getting him as a partner.
The bartended had that ‘service industry ESP’ that you saw sometimes when you were somewhere really awesome. All Ashton had to do was hold up two fingers and two of the best looking pints of beer Quin had ever seen almost miraculously appeared on the bar.
She sat down with a smile and a nod. No more was necessary. Mike got it.
Then Ashton put her on the spot. Mike was looking at her, and Quin did the only thing she could think of. She fell back on the safest bet there was, as far as pizza was concerned.
“One piece of cheese…please?” she said. Hoping nobody would be disappointed in her lack of pizza bravery.
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Well, now that she knew the logistics of the place, Quin felt a little better about entering. What she still didn’t know, though, was what she was supposed to order. That had been the real intent of her question, but somewhere between her second and third beers back at the other bar, verbal clarity had probably been lost. Was she wasted? Hell no. Was she tipsy? Mayyyybe a little. It was a good tipsy though.
In they went.
It was your average, run of the mill pizza place. Not one of the pizza bar style places where you walked up, got a slice, and were on your merry way. This was a real restaurant with tables and a separate bar section. Quin approved, in a big way.
The bar area was small, but well put together with a few tables, a huge old bar, and the dart boards that Ashton had mentioned. There were TV’s and they were all turned to a different sports channel.
“This place is awesome.” Quin admitted with a smile, “Do you come here often?”
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Out of the cab they went, and onto the curb in front of the pizza place. Quin was only mildly surprised by the fact that her stomach was grumbling in anticipation of a slice. They’d definitely need to order first, eat the pizza, then play darts later. She’d vehemently protest any other schedule of events.
Ashton spoke and offered his arm and Quin took it with dramatic flourish, “I’d be a fool not to.” she added, fully in the spirit of the evening as they approached the pizza shop.
“So, anything special and awesome here I should know about before we get inside and I mess up my order?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 4, 2011 22:51:59 GMT -6
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He had tricks? “I wouldn’t mind a few pointers. It would make situations like these a lot easier.” Quin explained. ”I always find it impressive when someone can make a cab appear as if it were at their beck and call.”
Also. ”Rhode Island huh?” she asked, “That’s way more interesting than where I grew up.”
Small talk was small talk. It kept the conversation going while the cab drove the short distance to the pizza place. It had a red roof made it look like one of the chain places, but its name was different and something about the neon sign made Quin smile as they approached.
”You know Ashton…the best thing about pizza…is that even bad pizza is pretty awesome.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 4, 2011 22:21:23 GMT -6
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Ah. Ashton had thought she was going to pick the pizza place. That was funny. Just because Quin had picked out what they were doing didn’t mean she’d had any idea where they should go.
Ashton did though, thank goodness, and he was getting them a cab…and he was good at getting them a cab. They’d been drinking, and they were police officers. Getting a cab was the responsible thing to do. They had an example to set.
So, into the cab Quin got. Ashton followed, and Quin smiled across the cab at him. “Where did you learn to get a cab like that?” he asked. ”I still have to wave my arms around and shout like a lunatic to make them notice me.”
The cab was off and rolling, and they were on their way to pizza.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 4, 2011 20:30:19 GMT -6
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At this point, Quin didn’t know what else to do. The stranger was obviously going to leave and the best she could do was remember his face. He was spouting more nonsense now, about her only being a police officer and about how her protocol sometimes conflicted with the law. What the hell?
He’d given her a statement. The guy she was sitting on tried to knock her off again and got slammed into the ground as a result. Quin was really starting to lose her temper. The guy gave the serial number on his weapon and claimed he needed to leave because he had people waiting on him.
“I know some others who are waiting on you and they’re in the squad car coming around the corner now.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Aug 1, 2011 23:00:59 GMT -6
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Ah. They were apparently ready to go. Quin drained the rest of her beer, paid her tab and rose to follow her partner out of the bar. Nobody else had shown up because she was a girl, but Ashton had, and he was going to teach her how to play darts.
Oh yeah. They were going to eat pizza too. This had turned out to be a pretty good idea, plus there had been beer.
There was just one small detail left. ”Where are we going?” she asked.
”And how are we getting there?” she added with a small laugh that could have been misdiagnosed as a giggle.
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Working undercover definitely had its perks, Quin decided as she watched the people milling around at the art gallery. The dress was pretty, and it was comfortable, and she’d gotten a great deal on it at a local department store that was not known for its thrifty prices. The shoes…not so comfortable…not so cheap, but they were awesome.
Quin was drawing eyes. Lots of eyes. It did wonders for a girl’s self-esteem, especially when usually people generally saw her as one of the guys. Ashton, of course, was oblivious, but he was her partner, and his head was probably in the game. Like hers should be.
Quin stopped fussing with her dress and smiling at guys whose eyes lingered longer than casually, and started paying attention. They were undercover. This was supposed to be a professional opportunity. Not balm for the female ego.
Art. Quin let her eyes roam around, focusing on the art that was the reason for the party. She was feeling
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Ashton liked the idea of going out for pizza, and Quin grinned. She was great at ideas for things like this, especially if they included carb-loaded crusts and lots of cheese. She was health conscious…but this was New York! A person couldn’t go too over the top or they were simply missing out on living.
But…her treat?
Quin chuckled, ”Fair enough.” she said. Besides…hardly anyone could eat more than a single New York slice.
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”Oh. Okay...thanks.” Quin said with a slightly sheepish smile and a faint blush at the praise from her superior. For some reason she’d been ready to fight there…and there had been no reason. She felt like things were going well too. This was what she’d wanted ever since she’d heard that New York had a police division specifically geared towards mutants. Somehow Quin had known that’s where she wanted to be…needed to be. Now she was getting her chance, and things were starting out well. Almost too well. Slyly, the redhead knocked on the wooden bar…just to be safe.
Apparently there was going to be an after party for the alcohol…and Ashton wanted her input on the activities. Darts, pool, wings, or dancing. Quin looked at herself…this was definitely not the kind of clothing one wore to a club in New York. Darts and pool had potential…though this bar lacked pool tables.
”Pizza.” she said, taking the non-verbal ‘none of the above’ option. ”And darts if it's an option. I want to learn.”
As to the beer she supposedly owed him. "And I only owed you the beer if you guessed right."
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Darts. He was offering to teach her how to play darts…if she taught him pool. Quin thought the offer over. It was a decent one. She’d learned to play pool in college when the dorm she’d lived in freshman year had gotten a pool table. It had been something to do when there was nothing else going on and she’d gotten good at it. Admittedly, the pool balls had been good practice for powers when nobody was playing too.
“Sounds like a plan.” she said, working to empty the beer that the barman had put in front of her. She didn’t want to be rude, after all. She had to slow down after this one though…she really did. He didn’t bring up the dancing again, and Quin decided to tuck that information away in case the opportunity ever arose to find out If Ashton had any dance floor prowess. It would be interesting, at any rate.
The shooting, however, was not a difficult subject to broach at all.
“So far…what? Quin said, daring a comment about her shooting ability. Sure, it hadn’t been a real issue yet, but the fact remained that she was a good shot and she knew it. Eventually. The redhead snorted at the implication. She shot better than a fair chunk of private citizens with a CHL . That was saying something.
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“Mmhmmm.” Quin said, holding back another laugh at the intent look on Ashton’s face. The redhead shrugged, “ The right kind of girl is totally into that whole hard-boiled detective sort of thing. Not having the PI angle might hurt you though. Sometimes ‘dames’ are involved in things that are better left away from the eyes and ears of the brass.”
Quin really couldn’t understand what was difficult about the concept of the bet. Ashton apparently had a problem with it though, so she sighed and rolled her eyes, just a bit. “Yeah, I was saying that I’d kick your ass at pool some time, and maybe embarrass you on a dance floor one day if the opportunity arose.” she explained. “No need now though. Just make sure you stay out of the way if I’m trying to throw darts. I’m terrible.”
As to his status as her ‘boss’ and ability on the shooting range, Quin snorted into her beer as she took another drink. ” Whatever you say…boss. Just don’t forget, eventually, the student becomes the master.”
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This time there was definitely a smirk spread across Quin’s face. Ashton was giving all the right answers, right down to the comments about smoking. Thank God. Quin had suspected his feelings on the matter after riding around in a car with him all this time…but it was good to have confirmation. ” Dance clubs? Yeah. A little dated. Elsewhere…I think you could get some play.”
Ashton was persistent, and Quin simply stared, barely suppressing a laugh as Ashton gave his incredulous description of what he thought her nights looked like.
My oh my did Detective Drake have some nasty surprises coming to him sometime down the line. She shrugged her shoulders, ”I told you. I’ll hold off on ending the bet until you’ve had a chance to evaluate the evidence.” she said, then chuckled.
”And yeah, I’ve been known to spend my fair share of time at the club…and the range. Maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two sometime.” She’d leave her martial arts prowess ambiguous. At least for the time being.