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.
March 20th, the Ranger's 26th birthday. Normally he did not do anything noteworthy on his birthday, but this year he decided to make an exception. This year he took Lenna to the Texas on a camping trip that would have all things required for a good time; guns, beer, and fire. With the aid of Lenna's contact network they secured a flight to Austin and were able to bring along all manner of weapons normally prohibited from flight.
When they landed in Austin the Ranger was glad to be back home. The eighty degree weather was amazing, especially after leaving the low fifties behind in New York. He rented a green four-wheel drive F-150 and loaded the bed with their gear, before long they were off headed west to London, Texas only stopping by H-E-B to pick up a case of Shiner Bock. The Drive took them across the Texas hill country which this time of year had much more green.
When they neared London the Ranger turned off onto a dirt road and drove the truck a few miles before reaching a gate, beyond which he switched the truck into four-wheel drive and scaled a hill. Atop the hill was a large cleared area where they could set up camp.
"Let's set up camp."
He climbed down out of the truck and slid the tent and related materials out of the truck bed. He took a deep breath, the smell of the outdoors is impossible to find in New York City, not even in Central Park.
Guns, booze, and fire. They were like the holy trinity for good times. Michael had picked well.
Texas was hotter than New York. It reminded Lenna of Cartagena. Columbia. It was a nice change. She wouldn't have to dress as warm for the trip. It was like home.
The scenery was something she hadn't seen much of in her time on the Earth. Texas Hill country. So used to the idea of rugged prairies and plains from Westerns was she, she hadn't been quite prepared for the beauty of the sweeping hills when she'd first seen them. So much green, sloping and rolling like waves.
Her eyes had been locked out the window most of the trip. Michael's comment snapped her attention back to where she was and what they were doing, dispelling feelings of being small, only to bring them raging back when she looked at all of the camping gear.
Lenna stared at the tent bits, standing behind Ranger with her arms crossed over her chest. Her lips were curved in an apprehensive frown.
"I have never made a tent before..." It felt so uncharacteristic for her. For once, he knew how to do something she wasn't his superior or equal with. It was kind of humbling.
The Ranger threw a heavy green canvas bag to the ground, it's appearance screamed military surplus and it landed with the sound of aluminum rods banging together with only a small layer of canvas between them.
Lenna then announced she had never made a tent before. The Ranger turned to her, "I'll show ya how, it idn't hard." He slid a pole out of the bed grabbed the bag again and stepped off to fifteen or so feet from the truck and after attaching the canvas from inside the bag to the pole, drove it into the ground shrouding him in darkness. The rocky soil being easily driven through with the aid of his power.
"This type uh tent is pretty simple. Jus' a central pole t' hold it up, eight shorter poles t' hold up the perimeter, an' rope held down with stakes."
He fished out a few of the poles from the bag and handed them to Lenna, he then took the rest. "The rods connect t' the small holes on the side uh the tent on the inside, the ropes use the same holes but on the outside." He attached a rod to show her, it only acts to give the tent structure, but without the rope on the outside it still wants to fall inwards.
The rods attached he retrieved the ropes and showed Lenna how to attach it and drive stakes in to hold the ropes to the ground as well as to the tent itself.
Apparently, it wasn't hard. Lenna looked at the assortment of odds and ends. He could have fooled her. Michael said he'd show her, though, and he'd never led her wrong. "Sounds like a plan," She agreed.
She watched him demonstrate some grunt work, and waited for instructions.
He explained the nature of the tent to her. One central pole and eight short ones kept it up. Rope. Stakes. She bobbed her head as she followed along.
The Ranger handed her a bag of poles. She took it, eying it carefully for a moment. Her focus rose back to Michael. Again, she watched. "Got it." She said.
Then, it was her turn to try her hand at setting things up. She followed the instructions he'd given her. In went stakes. Up went the tent. With only minor difficulty.
The center pole in place, the support rods on the side up, the ropes in place, and the steal stakes driven in by a mini sledge hammer the tent was raised and ready to be utilized. Another large piece of canvas laid down around the pole inside tent as a buffer from the grass and it was finished.
The tent raised the Ranger returned to the truck, slid a diamond plated case onto the lowered tailgate and opened it. It was loaded with a selection of handguns and rounds, the first things he removed were a pair of revolvers. Two Taurus Judges. He loaded the pair with shells of rat shot and gave one to Lenna. "Fer rattlesnakes, it's about time fer them t' come outta hidin'." The other he slid into the front of his waistband.
Rattlesnake protection handled theRanger now brought out the big guns. Halfway down the far side of the hill was a stand overlooking an improvised thousand yard range, the Ranger had used it once back after his run through a scout sniper course. Knowing the range had wooden targets at one-hundred, five-hundred, seven-hundred and fifty, and one-thousand yards the Ranger brought a few assault rifles as well as sniper rifles. A Remington 700 the standard issue sniper rifle, H&K 416 the Special Forces alternative to the M16, an M16 chambered for .50 Beowulf, an M95 the bolt-action bullpup .50 BMG Berrett sniper rifle, and a P-90 with a short barrel.
"How's yer accuracy at a thousand yards with three crosswinds?"
Lenna dusted her hands off on her sides, glad the tent was up. That was one worry off the list. The next thing to worry about? Rattlesnakes.
"Snakes?" She examined the Taurus Judge he'd given her, tilting it carefully in her hand. "I don't think I've ever had to deal with rattlesnakes." There wasn't any apprehension in her voice. She was still confident in her shot. Still... snakes... why did it have to be snakes?
She followed suit, slipping the gun into her waistband, then turned to pay attention to what Michael was doing. He hauled out some assault rifles and sniper rifles. She knew the models well.
He asked her how her aim was.
"Funny story," She walked up to him, arm held out for the weapon. "Hook me up and I'll show you."
Tents and rattlers were not her forte. Guns and long-range sniping she could handle.
"They aren't so bad, just don't hang around their head afterwards, they'll still bite ya long after they're dead."
Funny story, that statement rarely seemed to precede a statement of any comedic value. In this case it was followed by Lenna saying she'd show him. He picked up and leaned the Remington 700 (M24 .338 Lapua Magnum variant) and the M95 against the tailgate. "Pick whichever ya want. Both can hit a-thousand yards."
He then jumped up into the truck bed and pulled a tarp off of a pallet with military ammo cans stacked on top and strapped down. "You get the guns I'll get the ammo?" He stood next to the pallet, ready to try and pick up the whole thing.
>>"They aren't so bad, just don't hang around their head afterwards, they'll still bite ya long after they're dead."
Snakes were... slightly terrifying. But! She wasn't afraid. And even if they were a cause for worry, he was there to back her up. There wasn't anything sappy about that. It was simply the truth.
Michael gave her a choice, and said
>>"You get the guns I'll get the ammo?"
"You certainly know the way to a woman's heart," Lenna commented, making her selection, the Remington 700. She held it up in her arms and glanced down the sight for a second, then lowered it to help Michael handle those guns.
Lenna checked the scope on the M24 model Remington 700 before collecting the other guns. M16 slung from one shoulder, HK416 from the other, Remington in one hand, M95 in the other, and P90 on it's neck sling hanging in front of her.
Once she was at least a dozen feet or so from the truck the Ranger slid the pallet to the edge of the tailgate, jumped down, bent down so he could lift with his legs, took a few deep breaths, and lifted. A beast of a grunt coming from his throat as, with all the aid his power could muster for him, lifted the pallet, and managed to with his hands and back.
"Rangers lead the way." He stated as he began a careful trek across the summit of the hill to the slope on the far side of where they came up. From there a stand could be seen a little ways down from where they could shoot at targets off in the distance. It wasn't ,uch more than a wooden roof and two walls to hold it up and a solid, level floor to go prone on.
When he reached the stand the Ranger lowered the pallet before Lenna approached and immediately took a seat on the wooden floor.
After the Ranger had set down the ammo pallet, Lenna could close the distance and set down the rifles. That done she sat down next to the Ranger.
From the stand they could see a series of targets made of wood. Essentially a large board with bullseyes spray painted on them. The targets were at one-hundred, five-hundred, seven-hundred and fifty, and one-thousand yards. They were along a valley between a series of hills with a berm behind the one-thousand yard target to catch the rounds.
"I used this range back after I went t' sniper-scout school as part uh my trainin' when I joined Delta... I couldn' consistently hit that damned thousand yards t' save my life."
"Really?" Lenna looked at him. There was a hint of surprise evident on her face. "I would have thought you wouldn't have had any problems doing that. Then again... I've never really asked you about your past." Lenna looked away.
She tried to recall if they'd ever actually spoken about much more than the basics. He had been a Ranger. It had been important to him, but... why was he no longer with the corps? Asking him about that, though, would probably bring him to turning the question back on her.
Lenna was clearly surprised by his statement. It seemed she had thought he was Sniper-Scout qualified. "I was a designated marksman fer my platoon while I was in the Rangers. I operated a highly specialized M16 and provided precision shootin'. When I was moved into a Delta Force alpha team I went through a battery uh trainin' courses which included sniper-scout school. I ne'er was sniper qualified, but I was sent more fer the concealment trainin' than the actual shootin'. Two of my teammates were already fillin' the role."
The Ranger fished around in pocket on the side of his pants and pulled out two pairs of ear plugs in packages. He handed Lenna one of the packages before tearing open the other for himself. "We've been busy with me bein' Lori, business, or other physical pursuits. Diggin' inta personal history took the back seat I guess."
Not sniper-qualified? Strange. She supposed she had him beat when it came to that skill, then... though nobody was keeping track of these things. There was no mental tally, no sir. No way. That didn't stop her from recalling when Michael-Lori had somehow gotten her in a hold when they'd first met. For the longest time, she'd chalked it up to blind luck. One rarely assumed a dumb blond knew good moves. She'd made a note not to make dumb assumptions after that. Surprises came in the most innocuous of packages. Like little girls who blew up pool tables on accident, or wimpy-looking blue-eyed teenagers controlling countries and hiring teenagers for jobs outside their depths.
Michael handed her a package of ear plugs. She dropped her focus to opening it in her lap, but kept her attention tuned on him. "That's true," She agreed. "We haven't really shared much."
She looked up at him as she emptied the package into her open palm.
"Well, now we have a chance." The Ranger dumped out the pair of safety orange ear plugs into his hand, wadded the little plastic bag a bit and stuffed it back into the pocket it came from. "Anythin' you'd like t' know about me?" He offered since they had already been on the subject of him.
He held the pair in his hand while he stood up and moved to the pallet. With his other hand he pulled his knife out of a holster he had on his side today. The knife was slipped under a strap, a sharp pull and it was cut.
