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 Sept 15, 2011 21:20:23 GMT -6
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Was she used to guys kissing her hand? ”No…not at all actually.” Quin said. She was used to guys deciding she was useless because she was a woman, then deciding she was one of the guys when she disproved the first theory. It was nice for things to be a little different for a change, and if her cheeks had darkened a bit…well so be it.
They were heading towards what was commonly known as “The Pool” . To be more specific, the giant weeping willow at the Pool. Quin loved that spot, whether it was just for a chance to read, or pretend that she was somewhere away from the city. When you were sitting in the shade under that tree, you couldn’t see the tops of the buildings that loomed over the park, and until someone started honking their horn you could almost forget. The moment never lasted long, but still…
It didn’t take too long to walk, and Quin was delighted to see that her spot wasn’t occupied. ”Here we go.” she said, stopping a little ways off and gesturing. Quin was curious. Would Nate see value in the same things she did?
”What do you think?” she asked, hands on her hips.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 12, 2011 16:05:32 GMT -6
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Well Lah-de-dah. Quin had a flashback of the time she’d watched Gone With the Wind with her parents as Nate grabbed her hand and kissed it. He was doing well, she hadn’t even had a momentary urge to pull her hand back, and her cheeks were curiously pink. Quin played it off though, and grinned, ”It’s a date…and, you’re off to a good start.” she pointed out.
He wanted to see another spot, and Quin made a show of tapping her lips with a finger while she thought. Where was she going to take him? There were lots of cute little spots, but she didn’t want to go anywhere too cliché.
”I know of a pretty lake.” Quin said, ”If you’re interested in more scenery. It’s by 102nd st.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 10, 2011 19:27:33 GMT -6
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Smart man. He knew when to cave. Quin added another point to the “Pro’s” column and kept right on smiling. There were lots of those pro’s in that silly column and no negatives so far. Things were looking promising. Very promising.
A dinner proposal was made, and the redhead laughed to hide her extreme pleasure at the offer, pony tail swinging as she shook her head. ”It would be horrible if you ruined my perception of an entire subset of American Culture.” Quin admitted with mock solemnity.
”So, I’m just going to have to take you up on your offer.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 10, 2011 8:58:57 GMT -6
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Nate liked the view, and Quin smiled a happy little self-satisfied smile. While he looked out the window, the red-head took a moment to study the view inside the tower. She’d seen the park before, and hadn’t really had a chance to look over her companion. That Nate was good looking, there was no doubt. He was of a height with her, but Quin had gotten over such things as height years ago. (It narrowed the field too much to be picky)
He turned and the red head jerked her eyes away, lest he realize she was staring. Nate spoke, and when he said that maybe he ought to keep her around, Quin’s eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline.
”Maybe?” she said, with a mild scoff in his general direction.
”Well maybe I ought to find a more grateful tourist to show the sights.” she added, wondering if the fact that she was grinning took away from the effect of her scolding.
Propping a shoulder against the wall next to the window, Quin decided to give him a chance at redeeming himself.
"Or you could just admit that I'm the best tour guide ever."
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 6, 2011 20:45:08 GMT -6
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His mutation…well his mutation sounded a heck of a lot like hers. He could only work with naturally occurring materials though. That was almost the opposite of what she did with polymers. She couldn't make little men though...or anything that could move on its own.
”Very cool.” she said, holding back her own information until a better opportunity presented itself.
A few moments passed and well, at least he threw away the cigarettes. Why someone would smoke ‘just because’ was beyond Quin’s mental capacity at the moment, but no cigarettes at the table was a vast improvement over having the things in front of her face.
Mat wanted to know what she did with herself, so Quin pulled out a chair at his table and sat down. The better to see who she was talking with, of course… Geez the guy looked rough. He’d said he wasn’t sleeping, but Quin knew when it was time to pry and when it was time to mind her own business. This situation was definitely one of the former.
Apparently it was okay to talk about herself, though, and Quin smiled.
What did she do with herself?
”Arrest punks who smoke in non-smoking establishments.” she said. ”But only when I’m on duty.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 5, 2011 19:41:27 GMT -6
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”Mmhm.” Quin said, ready to change subjects when Nate persisted in the fact that her talent had purpose. Sure. Lots of purpose. She could kick ass. All the time. And shoot things. Well. Loads of value there. Honestly though, Quin decided she’d rather flirt.
And flirt she did. Things seemed to be going rather well considering the way the morning had started off, and when Nate asked if climbing the castle was frowned upon, Quin shook her head.
”Where do you think the telescopes I mentioned are? They’re right in the top. C’mon, I hear it’s one of the best views in the park. Definitely something that someone new to New York needs to see.” she said and led the way.
The castles interior was, as Quin had pointed out, now home to a small nature conservatory and weather station that broadcasted the temperature of Central Park all over the city, country, and maybe even the world, but up the stairs in the tallest tower was a small observation area where people could borrow books to bird watch or just enjoy the view.
It was a great view.
”So. Do I know what I’m talking about, or do I know what I’m talking about?” Quin asked when they’d climbed the last step.
OOC – Hope you don’t mind me taking them on up the tower. Lemme know if I need to change anything.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 5, 2011 14:59:24 GMT -6
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”I’m sure that’s it.” she said in response to Nate’s commentary on her talents. Quin didn’t need anyone to tell her that they were cool talents, it was just that…
”They’re just not very artistic talents.” The redhead said with a slightly rueful smile, ”Which is odd because I definitely grew up in an environment that encouraged self-expression.”
Nate seemed to like what he saw when the castle came into view and as he framed the scenery, Quin grinned. She knew a thing or two about perspective, and if she could see him through the fame he’d made…
Smooth.
“If you think it’s nice from here, wait til you see it up close.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 5, 2011 9:36:06 GMT -6
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”Maybe.” she said when Nate pointed out that he might see her on what were hopefully going to be his more frequent jogs. ”I don’t get to jog outside as often as I’d like. My hours are a little sporadic, and I have to make do with what I’ve got available.”
He was a small-time artist who worked mostly on commission and liked the freedom that his work offered. The redhead mused what that must be like for a few moment, then grinned at her new friend. ”Must be nice to have a talent like that. Mine aren’t nearly as interesting.” She was a great shot…and she could fight. Not usually the type of thing you talked about when you first met a guy.
They were nearing the castle now, and Quin had to smile as the parapets came into view. Belvedere castle had been built a long time ago, for absolutely nothing other than to make Central Park even prettier than it already was. Quin realized that her internal monologue was running away with her, and she smiled.
”They made this place just to make the park look prettier. It’s called Belvedere Castle.” Quin said, pointing as the place came into view over the trees.
”There’s a bunch of weather stuff in there now too, and I think there’s some telescopes to look at the rest of the park. Maybe you’ll find some inspiration.”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 3, 2011 22:29:09 GMT -6
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Quin was just getting ready to shoot at the target when the rookie started shouting something at her. The redhead turned her head and frowned as he pulled something from his belt and looked at it. That was the weirdest cell phone she’d ever seen.
Wait. Was that a cell phone?
Quin scowled slightly, pursing her lips together. ”WHAT IS THAT?” she shouted, but she sort of kind of had a feeling she knew. She’d seen those before, in the paper, and on the news.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 2, 2011 20:27:45 GMT -6
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Ashton was quite the gentleman, wasn’t he? Offering to take her to her door. He told the cabbie to wait, and the guy agreed. Quin was okay with that, but she had a feeling that the meter would keep running.
”Sure.” she said, pushing open the door and climbing out. It was a little difficult, but not something she was incapable of managing. Walking was fine too, she wasn’t that drunk.
Up the stairs they went, and Quin stopped in front of the main door to the complex and smiled. ”I think I can take it from here.” she said, then chuckled, ”I’d invite you in for a drink, but I think I’ve had enough.”
She fished for her keys in her purse and unlocked the door. Turning back with one last grin.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 2, 2011 19:31:08 GMT -6
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He showed her again, and then a few more times. By the time Ashton was done teaching, Quin was even able to hit the target. It was really pretty awesome. Not as awesome as she’d hoped, but it had been obviously from almost the beginning that she student was not going to be able to outstrip the master. At least not in the beginning.
So she’d practiced.
And now it was time to go home.
Getting a cab was easy, Mike had called it for them, and Quin had been amazed once more. She would have sworn that the man had simply grunted into the phone and the yellow vehicle had appeared to take them to their respective homes. Ashton was apparently feeling gallant and let her go first.
Or maybe it was because she was drunker? Was she?
They pulled up in front of her apartment building. It was one of the older buildings in one of the older neighborhoods that was being ‘revitalized.’ In fact, the stairs leading to the common entrance kind of reminded her of Sesame Street. That was pretty cool.
The cab pulled up to the curb and Quin turned to grin at Ashton.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 2, 2011 18:40:35 GMT -6
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Alright, so she had to keep her posture while throwing, only move her arm, make sure that her feet stayed in the right place, and hit the target.
…yeah, that was going to happen.
Also, Ashton hadn’t told her where to aim, or how. Quin knew how to aim with her gun, really really well. The dart was different though, it didn’t have any sights for her to use. Quin sighed a bit. Ashton was probably going to have to show her all this again.
Darn.
Going through the arm motions again, Quin let the dart fly. This time she didn’t hit the wall, but there was definitely not a bullseye painted where she hit.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 2, 2011 18:32:04 GMT -6
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Oh. Right. Her feet. Quin nodded her head slightly and moved her foot when Ashton nudged it. Apparently she’d been slouching too, and with his hands on her shoulders she moved into what she thought was the proper position to give throwing the dart a second try.
”Anything else?” she asked, ”Or should I go ahead and try again?”
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 2, 2011 18:01:56 GMT -6
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Oh yeah. She definitely could have killed someone with that thing. As it was, the dart stuck in the wall and wiggled there for a second after impact. The wall. Quin wanted another shot. She’d felt the dart singing to her when she’d had it in her fingers…all she’d have to do was guide it a little bit and…
She’d be a giant cheater-faced cheater. Being less than sober wasn’t an excuse. She needed to get it together. Besides, Ashton was already retrieving the dart. He’d said something too.
Archer. The redhead heh’d. She’d never heard that one before. ”I’m a beginner!” she protested a bit weakly, with maybe the slightest blush on her cheeks as he took her hand and replaced the dart, then moved around her to show her how to throw the thing properly.
He smelled kind of like cinnamon, Quin noted, more than vaguely aware that Ashton was close enough for her to tell such things. They practiced the throwing motion and then Ashton said her name. Her last name. Quin looked up.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Sept 1, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -6
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Ashton led, and Quin followed placidly to the end of the room where the dart board was attached to the wall. It was what the redhead would have expected out of a dart board. Several rings around a central bull’s eye with small sections cut into the thing like pieces of a pie. Mmm pie. Like pizza pie.
Ashton held out a dart for Quin to take, and only as she reached out to do as he asked did she realize that he’d been holding her hand the whole time. Interesting, she thought, as he told her to show him what he had to work with.
Quin tried for a moment to remember the last time she had thrown a dart at a dart board and came up goose eggs. Yeah, that had happened….pretty much never.
”Oh-kay.” Quin said, and threw the dart.
Needless to say. It missed the bulls-eye. Obviously it was the beer’s fault.
