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 Jul 15, 2011 10:12:53 GMT -6
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Wow. The action had sure kicked off all of a sudden. Quin had been focused, working to convince the man with the hostage that he was making the wrong choice. She had a gut feeling about him. He wouldn’t shoot the Nanny…if he’d been willing to go to those lengths, he’d have started shooting out in the sidewalk. Injured people were far more distraction than a hostage in a crowded public shop. This guy was either incredibly stupid, he’d never put himself in a situation like this before, or maybe a mixture of both. Shooting wasn’t necessary.
The guy looked terrified, and Quin was almost certain that he’d break within moments, then she noticed the extra conversation going on. Realizing what was about to happen, just a moment too late, the redhead made feeble protest as the hostage ducked and the bystander with the gun put one through the hostage takers head.
”Are you out of your damn mind!” she shouted at the man who’d just shot, ”Stay where you’re at! Don’t. Move.”
Furious, Quin took a step forward to do…she didn’t know what, but then the usual happened. People started screaming and a good number fled for the doors. Bad Guy #2 included. Quin wasn’t about to let that happen, and before he’d gone ten steps she’d grabbed him by the wrist and shoulder of one arm and swept his legs from beneath him, the guy went down hard on his stomach and Quin took advantage of the situation to gain leverage and pin him down with his arm. She’d hold him until backup arrived, which would hopefully be sooner rather than later. The cowboy needed dealing with too.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 14, 2011 12:50:26 GMT -6
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”It’s not a trick.” Quin said stiffly to the private citizen who was pointing his gun at the armed hostage.
She concentrated again and Bad Guy #2’s gun started to slide slowly in her direction. It was hard to keep the grip where it was an use it to drag the gun without pulling it away from the metal any more than it had been by making the spikes, but it was the best option Quin had. She fixed the firearm’s previous owner with a hard stare.
”Go for it and those spikes won’t hit your hand next time.” The guy took her seriously. Quin wanted to sigh in relief, but kept her face clear of emotion, inching the gun closer to her.
Bad Guy #1 with the hostage was shouting about blowing the Nanny’s brains out, and to the woman’s credit she was not completely hysterical. Quin kept the gun moving backwards and let her eyes travel back and forth between the man and the civilian.
As she’d thought before, the man knew how to hold a gun. She winced at his negotiation skills, though. It was too late though, he’d already made the comment and the hostage-taker was panicking.
”Before she hits the floor.” Quin confirmed as the other gun bumped into her shoe. The temptation to pick it up was great, but she didn’t want to ruin the prints or spook the other guy with a gun. It looked like she’d have to play nice with cowboy John…at least until after they were done with the hostage situation.
Sirens wailed in the distance, and Quin looked at the man holding the nanny steadily.
“They’ll have SWAT with sharp shooters. Just because we can’t get the right angle, doesn’t mean they can’t. You’re busted, your buddies ran, you’re all alone, just cut your losses.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 13, 2011 9:10:21 GMT -6
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”Stay inside today Sagittarius. Foul things are afoot in your world, and you don’t want to be in the middle of them.
Horoscopes were rarely so explicit, and no matter how many Quin had looked at that morning, they’d all said essentially the same thing. Too bad this was real life though, and a person couldn’t simply lock themselves in a room when they were going to have a bad day. Sure she was off, and sure the pull of daytime TV was great…but she needed to go for a jog. The redhead had glanced at the newspaper one more time before going to get dressed. She’d just run her short route, then come straight home and hole up for the day. Surely in the short amount of time she’d be out, nothing bad would happen.
Except an attempted kidnapping right in front of her face.
Quin wanted to roll her eyes…hard. She really hadn’t thought it necessary to bring her side arm with her on a jog. This was New York, though, and the redhead wished she’d improvised some way to bring the gun along. It would have helped solidify her street cred after she’d pulled thug number two from the car. A badge would have probably been better than a water bottle too, while she was qualifying things.
Bad guy #1 still had his hostage and drug the woman back towards everyone’s favorite coffee shop and Quin winced, adding her radio to the list of things she wished she had as the guy she’d tossed followed. Of course they both had guns. She’d have to be careful. Tires squealed and the SUV tore off into traffic, leaving the two behind.
The redhead stood outside for a moment, mulling over her options. Moving into a hostage situation unarmed and out of uniform was probably not the smartest thing she could do...and was definitely against basic protocol.
Then some dumbass cowboy with a gun showed up and waltzed into the shop like he was John Wayne.
Quin blinked and peered through the window.
Great. Sure, he knew how to hold a gun…but that didn't mean much. Growling in frustration she pushed through the doors. She had to do something even if she'd probably catch hell for it later.
Cowboy John had his gun on Bad Guy #1 with the hostage, so Quin tried reason.
”You know there’s not a happy ending to this. Ten different people called the cops on their cell phones the second you marched in here with a gun and a hostage.” she said, steadily looking the man with the hostage in the eyes. ”Don’t make things worse on yourself.”
As to bad guy #2. His gun may have had little to no plastic for her to mess with…but it still had a hand grip. Sure he was pointing the thing right at her…and his finger was on the trigger, (Quin added her vest to the list) but hell…sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. The polymers sang to her and she moved them, pulling bits of the grip away from the metal and forming it into spikes headed right for the inside of #2’s palm.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 12, 2011 8:58:52 GMT -6
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The job was easy enough. Watch the nanny and the kid as they made their way to the park, snatch the kid, into the van, then off to collect the pay check. Luckily the rich were predictable, everything had a schedule, right down to the stop at the ice cream stand on Tuesdays and Thursdays. They’d planned this down to the last detail, watching for weeks, figuring out the schedule that the nanny followed during the summer. This was the best time. The schedule was far more structured during the school year, the child was a virtuoso and school plus violin lessons equaled busy evenings during the academic year. Despite being one of the, ‘I played Carnegie Hall at 8’ types…the kid was still 8. The park on a summer day was impossible to resist. As long as it was Tuesday or Thursday.
The path that the nanny took with the kiddo wound its way past all the shops and stands that lined the streets leading to the little playground a few blocks west of Central Park. It was public enough that blending into the people on the street would be easy, but secluded enough that there wouldn’t be nearly as many patrols as one of the major New York thoroughfares.
They’d gone through the plan again and again and the young woman and her younger charge moved along the plotted route almost exactly as they’d simulated over the past few days. There were no ski masks, no dark clothing, just a pair of casual khakis, a button-up shirt and jacket, and a folded newspaper in one hand. The better to blend in. Anyone but a professional would miss the shoulder holster. To the casual bystander or commuter, the grab-man was nothing more than a guy reading a newspaper while he leaned against a wall.
The target and her nanny were approaching now, ice cream in one hand, each other’s hands in the other. It was so easy.
The passenger side door of the SUV opened as the virtuoso and her nanny passed by…and the grab-man made his move for the kid, catching her around the waist and heading for the open door.
The nanny reacted. She screamed, and refused to let go of the little girl’s arm. To her credit, the little girl also screamed…and kicked…and bit. The man’s hand reached for his gun, and metal glinted off guns from the inside of the SUV.
This situation was still salvageable…the pay day was still in sight.
At least until a redhead stepped into the picture, and hauled one of his associates from the back of the vehicle. The grab-man didn’t know that the woman had studied aikido since she was five. Turning the larger man’s arm into a lever against him had been easy.
”Let go of the kid. You’re all under arrest. Quin Archer announced, hand fishing for a side arm that wasn’t present in her jogging shorts and t-shirt.
That wasn’t going to happen. The man drew his gun and dropped the kid in favor of her nanny. They couldn’t stay outside though. Luckily there were plenty of quaint little shops just a few feet back, his buddy on the ground was getting up and suddenly the redhead looked like she’d made a mistake.
She had.
Quin’s ego had struck, and struck hard. It really was understandable, but definitely something Ashton would grill her about once she got out of this and made it in to the station. For now, though, she was more concerned with the gun, the fricken all-metal gun, stuck under the nanny’s chin and the grumpy thug getting up off the ground. This was bad.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 10, 2011 21:37:15 GMT -6
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Quin buried herself in her drink and finished the first one off quick. It was cold, and tasty, and beer. The first one always went down that way. That finished, Quin caught the bartender’s eye again and held up two fingers. Hopefully the bartender remembered what Ashton had been drinking.
He said she was lucky. That the guys had been planning to make her buy drinks for everyone in the bar.
”Puh-lease.” she said, waving a dismissive hand. ”They’d have all been sorely disappointed. You can ask the guys on the beat about that too.”
She got the new beer, and took a sip, this one slower than the ones she’d been taking before.
”At any rate. I plan on drinking tonight. You in?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 10, 2011 21:07:10 GMT -6
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He didn’t know where everyone else was. Quin turned fully in her seat and quirked an eyebrow, one hand still curled around her beer. Ashton had definitely said that ‘the guys’ were going out for drinks, and Quin had assumed that meant a group. There was no group here, only a single, solitary detective. Her partner.
Picking up the beer, Quin took a deep drink, then turned back to the bar, setting down the drink. There was no reason for this to be awkward. She knew what was up. ”They didn’t want to drink with me because I’m a chick, right?”
She shrugged her shoulders and took another swig of the quickly disappearing beer. ”I’m used to it. Took me ages to get the guys on the beat to drink with me too.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 10, 2011 20:34:50 GMT -6
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He would meet her there. Quin grinned and shrugged her shoulders and they parted ways with the promise of meeting up with the other officers at the Black Horse. The redhead snorted a bit…nice name, pub. She finished her organization and pulled a brush from a drawer in the desk, re-fixing her pony tail and grabbing the keys she’d initially come back for. Then it was out the door…no time to change, so the guys would just have to take her as she was.
The pub wasn’t hard to find, and when Quin walked in….she wasn’t surprised at all. When Ashton had called the place a pub…he’d meant a pub, and Quin had seen her fair share of pubs. This one was no exception. It was slightly dirty, more than a little dim, and it smelled of beer and peanuts. All together…it was perfect.
Ashton was at the bar and Quin approached him, sliding into the seat next to his and nodding at the bartender. He approached and she ordered a beer, run of the mill domestic draft. It arrived on the bar, it was gold, and Quin sighed happily after taking a sip.
”I like this place.” she said simply, dropping her elbows on the bar and giving Ashton a sideways glance. ”Where’s everyone else?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 10, 2011 20:04:18 GMT -6
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Drawers slid opened, then closed…the meticulously ordered chaos inside Quin’s desk began to arrange itself in the best way possible, which in this case was…the fastest way possible. A voice shattered the slight Zen mood of the actions, and Quin’s head shot up. Ashton grinned down at her and the redhead couldn’t help but return the smile. He’d caught her off guard…and asked her to drinks with the guys.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 10, 2011 19:39:06 GMT -6
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Man…it had been a long day. Quin sighed as she shut her locker and sat down to pull on her tennis shoes. She’d dressed in a hurry that morning, and hadn’t been trying to impress anyone on her way to the station. She’d known she’d be wearing blues and just hadn’t wanted to try that hard. Plain blue t-shirt, light blue jeans, and a ponytail had fit the bill just fine.
Hefting her backpack onto one shoulder, Quin sighed and made her way out of the locker room and through the precinct to MRC headquarters, she’d left her keys in her desk and probably needed to clear some things up before she took off.
The place was thinning out, most of the detectives had already left for the night, and Quin didn’t have any trouble weaving through the desks to get to hers. Yeah…it was a mess. Quin dropped her backpack and sank into her chair to start straightening things up.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 10, 2011 8:10:24 GMT -6
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A professional hit man. Apprehension flitted over the relief that Quin had been feeling when neither senior officer had berated her for giving an opinion on how the crime had played out. This was a good sign…maybe they were starting to really accept her into the MRC fold.
Ashton suggested that they get a BOLO out, and Quin frowned. Hopefully, the surviving victim would have the details they needed to at least put everyone on guard. Two civilians had been torn apart, there was no doubt that this guy was dangerous. Any and all responding officers needed to be aware of who they might be up against when they responded to a call.
It was always a difficult thing, asking a victim to remember enough of a traumatic incident to let a sketch artist do their job, and Quin glanced at Cervantes again. He had the best relationship with the snake-haired-girl, likely he’d be the one who had to talk to her. Quin was relieved…until she glanced around the murder scene again. It was so dark…she could almost feel the negative energy.
”This place is messing with my chakra.” she muttered with a slight shudder and to nobody in general. ”It’s too early for Mars to be in close enough transit to make this a crime of passion.” Another shudder. That meant that he’d done this for fun…
”Want me to get on the BOLO?” she asked more loudly. ”I want to make sure our guys know what they might be going up against if they run into this punk.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jul 5, 2011 15:33:15 GMT -6
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Quin listened and followed, followed and listened. The scene was bad, really bad, and the redhead’s stomach turned a little at the absolute devastation the predator had wreaked on the two individuals who had been unlucky enough to cross his path.
Cervantes laid out the facts, and Quin could see that he was struggling to put the pieces together a bit. Ashton offered his opinion, and Quin shrugged her shoulders.
”Or he could have been in a hurry for some reason.” she said, letting the train of thought run away with her a bit, and forgetting that she was probably supposed to be a silent observer here.
”Maybe the girl shook him a bit when she stunned him? Someone sadistic enough to torture someone like that is probably a control freak. Getting shaken out of his routine like that…might have freaked him out.”
It wasn’t much…but it was a train of thought to follow…maybe.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 29, 2011 10:24:26 GMT -6
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Paperwork. Paperwork sucked. Quin had already spent fifteen minutes seeing how many full revolutions she could make her desk chair do without putting her feet down, ten minutes organizing her desk drawers, and another ten minutes making sure that all of her paper clips were attached into one long strand. There was literally nothing else to do. besides the paperwork she’d been putting off.
The department had streamlined most of the work. All of the forms were electronic and simply had to be filled in, printed, then signed, before they were turned in. Captain Myers liked prompt paperwork…but it was so boring. Quin sighed, laid her forehead against the keyboard for a moment, then sat up to delete all of the random letters her face had punched. That taken care of, she looked up to make sure none of the pencils she’d stuck in the ceiling were in peril of falling, then let her hands hover over the keys. There was nothing else for it…she had to…
Suddenly, a bit of a commotion broke out from the general vicinity of Secretary Cynthia’s Desk. Quin couldn’t see what was happening, but as voices rose, so did the redhead. She couldn’t leave Cynthia to the machinations of a mad person simply to complete some paperwork!
Around her desk Quin went, intending to make her way to the front desk that Cynthia occupied, she didn’t make it that far though. Instead she found herself face to face with a harried and grumpy looking woman with a visitor’s pass.
Quin crossed her arms, glad she’d worn a business suit today. It was far more intimidating.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 28, 2011 8:32:33 GMT -6
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The attack sounded like it had been brutal, and Quin couldn’t help but frown at the description of the injuries the girl had apparently sustained. They were awful, and they made the redhead angry. People didn’t get away with things like that in her city. All squeamishness abated, and Quin thanked the stars for cliché. Maybe it was cliché, but sometimes it really helped. For some reason, a man with a loin’s head running was far easier to believe than an actual lion. Sure there were plenty of mutants out there who were shape –shifters, but for some reason that just hadn’t clicked. “On it.” Quin said after Ashton had summoned her and they’d started making their way to the church. She’d heard what Detective Cervantes said about the scene. There was a dead Priest inside, and apparently it was where the girl had been tortured. Blood wasn’t really a problem for Quin, and she readied herself for the body. It was a lucky thing the girl had been able to paralyze with her eyes. Quin kind of wanted to meet her, the lady sounded impressive.
”I hope the girl is going to be okay.” Officer Archer said, hefting her backpack and following the two senior officers towards the scene of the crime.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 25, 2011 15:22:21 GMT -6
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Quin followed Ashton’s lead, something she was getting very used to doing, and surveyed the area as he spoke to the family and tried to work out what was actually happening. No guns were pulled, no cuffs were coming out, and despite the fact that there was a lot of grumbling going on from the family, something smelled funny about this situation.
Nobody seemed in immediate danger, so Quin made her way over to the two people on the blanket. One of them looked altogether too relaxed to have tried kidnapping a kid. Most of the time…guilty people ran. Innocent people stayed where they were. Reminding herself not to draw conclusions, Quin nodded at the two. The girl seemed much more uncomfortable with the situation…but that wasn’t necessarily an indication of guilt.
”Officer Archer.” she introduced herself. ”Can you guys explain to me what happened?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Jun 24, 2011 18:03:46 GMT -6
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Finally, things were moving along at a nice pace. Ashton was moving forward to cuff and collar the guy and the girl…who was Russian apparently was following all their direction to the letter. The bad guy, Pruitt, had a lot to say all of a sudden, not all of it in English, and for some reason that pissed Quin off. She scowled a bit more heavily in the man’s general direction, then actually allowed herself to laugh when he tried to say that Sveta’s powers could cause cancer. Ridiculous. The nature of her powers helped explain the buzz though. Quin had to admit, her interest was piqued.
All the rest…lies. It was kind of funny…the perp apparently thought that they’d simply stumbled upon this ship and ran in with no prior knowledge of what they were getting into. Yeah right. That’s how amateurs and vigilantes did things. They’d gone into this knowing as much as was humanly possible. That’s why they were being so careful, and why they were using one of those normally reprehensible collaring devices. No chances.
Their names were another problem all together, and Quin watched Ashton, ready to follow his lead. On one hand, giving this guy anything seemed like too much. On the other, they were in plain clothes and this was kind of how things worked.
Ashton gave his name, and more instructions, and Quin nodded. ”Officer Archer.”