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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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 Nov 16, 2011 22:07:49 GMT -6
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” You’re an idiot Ashton. There’s no way that Sam Spade would beat Dick Tracy in a fight.” Quin said as she climbed the steps to her apartment, arms half weighed down with grocery bags. How they’d gotten on the topic when he’d called to ask her something work related, Quin had no idea…but there was no way she was going to let him get away with such Tomfoolery. Sam Spade indeed.
”What do you mean ‘Dick Tracy is a fictional character?’ So is Sam Spade!” she exclaimed as she wrestled with her keys, phone caught between her shoulder and her ear. This was a talent, Quin decided, getting her sometimes hard-assed partner to joke around.
Finally finding the right key, Quin reached out and put it into the lower lock of the door…
…only to find that the thing was already unlocked. Ashton was still speaking on the other end of the line, but Quin hmmm’d thoughtfully, not really paying attention anymore. ”Hold on a sec. Apparently I left my door unlocked.” she said with a frown, nudging the thing open and making her way into the dark apartment, completely unaware of the invisible figure lurking to her left.
”I can’t believe I was that dumb…I sure hope nobo…urgh”
The wind rushed out of the redhead as something solid impacted her from behind, setting her off balance. She stumbled, going down in a heap on top of vegetables, tea bags, canned goods, and even a six pack of beer. She turned, ready to face her assailant, only to see nothing…nothing but the door slowly swinging shut just out of her reach. It clicked home, and the lock turned.
Someone was in the apartment. Someone had been waiting in the apartment, and she’d simply walked right into them. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.
Gasping slightly from the fall, and wincing at a burning pain in her right wrist, Quin looked back and forth. Nobody was there. ”Who’s there?” she said, aware of the fact that her phone had slid a fair distance away, but still looked to be connected. ”What do you want?” she asked.
There was a creak and a snap as the phone seemingly shattered of its own accord and Quin gave a little squeak, backing away as fast as she could…until an invisible…something….tangled in her hair and pulled her head back. Quin screamed, struggling until what had to be a fist made sharp contact with the side of her head.
Slumping and dazed, swinging her arms weakly to try and hit whatever had her, Quin wove in and out of consciousness as she was pulled…dragged…or half-carried somewhere deeper into the apartment.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 5, 2011 8:14:39 GMT -6
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Quin smiled at Nate. All and all this date had gone pretty well. She’d gotten a couple kisses, and now she was getting a profile picture on his phone. By modern standards that was total success.
The phone vibrated as Quin looked at the picture, and she had to chuckle a little at Nate’s annoyance with the caller. ”That’s the problem with cell phones. People can get to you at any place, at any time. I’ve got the luxury of mine being in my purse, turned off, but you had to have yours on for the picture taking.” She didn’t mind. ”And if it’s a client, maybe you should answer. I don’t want you losing business over me. I really don’t mind…”
The phone was discarded though, and Quin let Nate pull her down onto the couch. Once there, she turned slightly so she could lay her head on his shoulder. His apartment had a great view.
”I think that would be amazing.” she said, and squirmed until she was comfy.
OOC - I think we could probably wrap this one up in the next post, unless you had more planned. Sorry that took so long. I was busy this week and then I got on a Riley kick! Won’t happen again, I swear. Hit me up on AIM if you have any questions.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 2, 2011 19:45:37 GMT -6
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Maybe Ashton was unfamiliar with the finer points of the dot game…but wow, he really kicked ass at tic-tac-toe. Even though she’d had the advantage in the first game with the middle space, he’d really given her a run for the money and taken his fair share of games as they played.
The woman up front was apparently a robot, because for the last…however long…the only sound had been her voice. Quin took a break from her game to glance around the room at all the sleeping, doodling, space staring, and phone typing that a person could possibly hope for in a meeting like this. At least their tick-tac-toe games showed some proof of life.
Suddenly people were clapping, and the Captain was getting up to speak on the podium about how glad they all were that the British woman had been able to come and help them out. Truth be told Cynthia Myers looked as aggravated about the whole thing as everyone else, but if the captain was grinning and bearing…Quin figured she could too. Besides, the second the Captain had hit the podium, all other nonsense had stopped.
Soon enough, they were released to actually go to work, and Quin clasped the number in her hand.
”I’m gonna go see if I can run this. See you at the desks.” Ashton had said it was probably misuse of resources, but Quin wanted to see for herself. Sure it was probably just a telemarketer, doing their job and being persistent, but something nagging in the back of her head said that she needed to check this out.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 22:46:41 GMT -6
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The woman drawled on.
Quin leaned back in her chair, yawning slightly and toying with her damp ponytail. “Sensitivity” training in a police department seemed so…out of touch with reality.
The redhead supposed there was a time, and a place, and reason for this sort of thing, but it just didn’t make sense when they could have been hunting down a killer.
Discretely, Quin nudged Ashton, then nodded at the ‘dot game’ board she’d set up.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 21:48:10 GMT -6
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Well. Her partner was in a fine mood this morning.
Quin simply had to grin.
Until Ashton asked if she was being stalked.
Quin shook her head, ”Nah. Just got someone calling and hanging up. Probably just an automated telemarketer that’s not playing right.” She didn’t mention the flowers. There was no reason to make a big deal out of the whole thing. ”Is that misappropriation of department resources?” she asked lightly.
The woman at the front of the room cleared her throat into the microphone and feedback echoed throughout the room from the speakers.
”Here we go….” Quin said, already setting up “the dot game” on the pad of paper she’d brought along.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 20:20:40 GMT -6
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Ah. There he was. Quin made her way through the slightly crowded room to the empty seat next to her partner. ”Thanks for saving me a seat.” she said, grinning as she sat. He probably hadn’t been saving her the seat, but he could have credit anyway.
Having slept as late as possible, Quin sat down and went to work on getting the red mass into a pony tail while the lady at the front of the room shuffled her notes and ignored everyone.
”I wonder if she realizes how pissed everyone is.” Quin asked, getting out her pen and notebook, the card in her purse catching her eye.
”Hey. How long does a call trace usually take if the person isn’t on the line?” she asked casually, adjusting her ponytail slightly.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 31, 2011 19:58:15 GMT -6
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The thin crack of light across the floor slid away as the door clicked shut. He walked across the floor of the apartment, away from the woman's bedroom. She'd been sleeping when he'd come to visit. She hadn't visited him in a while. It was so lonely when one had no visitors to call friends. And after he'd tried to be such a good host.
He'd left her a present, for when she woke up. Flowers, and a card. Maybe that counted as two presents? One could not avoid calling him a gentleman or gracious. He smiled to himself at the thought.
Humming cheerily, Maurice the elephant man walked out of Quincy Archer's front door, into the hall.
~~~
20 minutes later, the alarm in the redhead’s bedroom went off. 40 minutes after that she was on her way to work, the card from the flowers in her purse, along with a phone number and a thoughtful frown firmly in place on her face.
Surely those flowers hadn’t been there the night before, Quin repeated in her head, but surely her building sup had simply let a delivery man into her apartment to leave them. Surely when she talked to Nate later he’d tell her that they were from him, and surely they had nothing to do with the weird phone calls that she’d been getting with nothing but silence on the other end.
She was going to have the boys at the station run the number anyway. Just to see.
Quin groaned. After sensitivity training.
Into the precinct she went, and into the briefing room, looking for Ashton. If she had to go through this, she’d at least have someone to cut up with throughout the lecture.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 30, 2011 16:56:55 GMT -6
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Yeah. He was going to give her hell. Quin knew she’d try not to act hung over the next day, and that she’d probably fail miserably at trying. It was better just to nod her head. ”That’s what I thought.”
They pulled into a spot and parked, and Ashton offered to walk her to the door. The redhead didn’t like the way he was smirking at her, so she shook her head.
”No. I can do it myself. Thanks for the ride again…and the drinks, I’ll get you next time.” she said with a smile, already getting out of the door.
There was a shaky moment when she shut her jacket in the door and nearly fell over, but once she’d gotten the door back open and her jacket free she made her way to the outer door and inside the apartment with as much dignity as possible.
Now. She thought as she locked the door of her apartment. Where was that giant water glass she used for occasions just like these?
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 30, 2011 16:43:03 GMT -6
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”Mmhm.” Quin agreed appreciatively. They really were something.
Now that she was seated, and they were done being mad at each other, the long day was starting to catch up with Quin and she yawned, leaning her head back against the headrest. This car was quite comfortable. Something that she’d never really noticed before.
They went around another corner. They had to be getting at least sort of close to her place.
”I think I drank too much.” she admitted.
”And you’re going to give me hell tomorrow, aren’t you?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 30, 2011 14:53:34 GMT -6
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”Well…I’m not entirely sure. We only met this morning.” Quin admitted. Why was she embarrassed again? A girl didn’t need to know everything about a man to go out to dinner with him.
”I know he has clients though…that’s how we ran into each other…he was on the phone.”
Quin shrugged, all the alcohol was digesting now, and she was really starting to feel it.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 30, 2011 14:39:19 GMT -6
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Well. Maybe he did care.
Suddenly, Quin felt a little shy about sharing. Did she want Ashton’s approval? Did that make any sense whatsoever? At any rate, he was waiting for an answer.
”His name is Nate…we met in the park. Jogging.” she said. Wondering how much information would be considered gushing. Quin didn’t want to gush.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 30, 2011 14:27:25 GMT -6
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Quin gave her address.
Her cheeks felt hot. Ashton said he wasn’t mad at her, but he sure seemed like he was. From the way the last bit of conversation had gone, though, she felt like talking would be a bad idea.
Now she was embarrassed. Why had she thought that her partner would want to know any of the stuff she’d just told him about dating? Ashton was a serious business kind of guy.
So. She sat. Quiet, and a little wobbly in her seat.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Oct 30, 2011 12:09:48 GMT -6
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Quin was getting her wallet out to pay for her drinks when Ashton announced that he was covering the tab for both of them. He hadn’t had to do that…
”Fine. I’ll cover you next time.” she said, as Ashton commented that he needed her address. She’d get to that in a second.
First…
”Thanks…” she said to Maurice.
“No. Thank you” Maurice said, waving his elephant hand and giving her a sad, but cheerful farewell and a small but genuine little smile. His fangs showed when he did that, so it wasn’t that often.
“I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He added to the redhead, then cast a sneer in the male cop’s direction.
Quin didn’t hear the last part though, she was too busy trying to follow Ashton to his car. Maybe she’d had a little more than she thought. It had done wonders for her mood though.
