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.
Lenna agreed that Slate wasn't worth the bullet, but because he could heal, rode unicorns(?), raise the dead, and hired teenagers for dangerous missions. The Ranger felt the latter just added to the list of reasons to introduce a piece of lead to his brain. Though, Lenna said she had a better idea of what to do with him.
She said the Ranger could help her, but the plan is different than what he was expecting. So it would not be a simple round into his head or have him hand over the Kabal by gunpoint.
He could tell the topic was uncomfortable for Lenna to talk about. He should have just left it there, but she had said he could help and there was at least some idea of a plan. "What is the plan than?" He would leave the subject with that answered unless it was absolutely necessary to continue.
"The plan is to use his own trust in me against him. He'll take my advice. No doubt, I can suggest he rework his organization in such a way that a single adapted can no longer waltz through the halls and remove his mind control on every single Mondragon employee. I'll get him to restaff with people who I can trust... or at least, people we won't be telling any major secrets to. I'll get him to do the same in the countries he has a presence in, using political influence rather than mind control. Maybe get him to install some easily-manipulated friends. Then, when everything is right and he's no longer necessary to keep around... I haven't thought that far yet. The best case scenario would be for someone to take over in his place. I mean, it'd be a lot of trouble, wouldn't it, leaving those countries worse off than he'd taken them? Nobody in their right minds in control?" Lenna mused innocently. "I wouldn't mind having all of Slate's assets myself..."
Lenna laid out her plan so far. It was a much more long term endeavor than the Ranger would have exercised, but he was a shooter his job had always been to track the bad guy and eliminate him. Organizing a takeover was the work of the children in the officer corps.
"You runnin' the organization would undoubtedly be an improvement." He didn't have much knowledge of how the Kabal ran, he was more of a contractor than an employee. But, knowing now what Lenna had told him there was no way it wouldn't be better for her to helm it. "Whatever ya need me t' do t' help, jus' let me know."
"Alright," Lenna replied. She turned to Michael, look of relief settling on her face. "And I'm glad... most people would hear that big story and run. You haven't started heading for the hills yet."
He thought she would be an improvement over Slate, and he was willing to back her, whatever she chose to do. Michael was taking the whole thing a lot better than some people might have. Surprisingly, she actually felt glad she'd told him.
The Ranger slide his hand down and across from her back to her side, as a nonverbal way to emphasize his next statement, "I wouldn' do that t' you."
She was right though, most people would be running after hearing that, but most people didn't spend a few years jumping out of airplanes into former Soviet territories that were non-permissive environments. Also, he felt it important to hear Lenna's story; he wasn't sure if it was love or what, but he wanted to learn more about her.
And that was the end of that conversation. It was time for a coffee break. Lenna announced that she had the urge to kiss him, the Ranger smiled, and she went for it.
Their lips met and the Ranger drew back his arm from her side to her back and brought his other arm up to take its place. His earplugs being lost to the grass, shooting could wait. The plan had been to have been shooting, but it had only been something for him to do with Lenna. Kissing was a rare activity superior to shooting.
Time passed and night came. Michael and Lenna built up the bonfire. Bonfires were yet another thing Lenna had little experience with. Michael showed her how to set things up. The bonfire they wanted had to be huge. The wood was doused with something flammable. They used aviation fuel. It was Michael's birthday. Apparently, that meant big fireballs and alcohol were required. Even if she had been familiar with birthdays, Lenna wouldn't have argued. Big fireballs were... well, big and flaming. It was impressive. Kind of fun to shoot up.
Michael instructed her to stand 20 feet back and aim a flare gun at the bonfire. She did. She aimed. She fired.
"Boom." The bonfire shot a huge fireball that went way up into the sky. The surrounding area was illuminated briefly in the fire's red glow.
After a while they finally took to shooting. And they burned through ammunition as the shadows grew longer. Before sunset they returned to the hilltop to build a bonfire. Much of the wood they'd need was brought with them or was laying around in a pile, it being the wood from the trees removed to clear the top of the hill years back. Yet, a center pole was missing. The Ranger slid an axe out of the truck bed and set off down the hill looking for a tall, straight tree. Fifteen minutes of searching and he found a good one, it stood about sixteen feet tall and had most of that straight and had around a six inch diameter. He chopped down the tree, chopped it down to thirteen feet tall, and removed the branches.
A center pole found the Ranger hauled it back to the hilltop and used a sharpshooter to dig a three foot hole to set it in. Thanks to the rocky soil the Ranger had to often stop and fish out fist sized rocks. The hole dug he set the pole and held it while Lenna tied it down to stakes in case the soil decided to give and it fall. From there they set tiers of logs up against it, using baling wire to keep them in place. Before long they had a wedding cake style bonfire built, they need only douse it with Avgas and light it up. Having grown up in Brazos county there was one other thing he felt it was missing, "If only we had an outhouse t' stick on top with an Austin city limits sign." He may never have been an Aggie, going into the military instead of college, but he had seen the Aggie bonfire many a times growing up.
The stack built the Ranger took out a fuel can full of Avgas and he doused the stack good. getting it all over the wood and on the ground under the stack. That done he closed up the fuel can and set it back in the truck bed before fishing out a flare gun and handing it to Lenna. "Stay at least twenty er so feet away and shoot the stack." He then fished two Shiner Bocks out of the cooler and waited for Lenna to shoot the flare.
She shot it off, it lit the fuel, and fire flew up into the sky. A loud whoosh and heat erupted with the fireball and almost made the Ranger turn away as it felt like he had just walked into an oven. The now night had been illuminated.
The Ranger handed Lenna a Shiner and unscrewed the lid off of his own. "Beautiful ain't it?"
If there had been an outhouse... that boom would have been bigger. Maybe. Lenna hadn't gotten why he'd said that, but whatever the reason, the mental image had sure been funny.
He'd chopped down a tree, lugged it all the way to the bonfire site, and held it up. She'd helped him keep it supported. Together, they'd made a giant fireball that lit up the sky.
Michael asked her if it was beautiful as he handed her a beer. Beautiful? "Yeah. And we made it." She spared a self-conscious glance Michael's way. "We're pretty amazing..."
Lenna agreed the fire was a beautiful sight, and commented that they made it before glancing toward him and stating that they're pretty amazing. The ranger took a swig of his beer and answered simply with, "Yup." He then stood there a moment, took another swig and quickly turned toward the truck.
He set the beer on the tailgate and fished around a moment in the cab. Hooking an .mp3 player into the truck's radio, turning the key back to have the radio play without turning on the engine, and turning up the volume with a country-western and Texas country playlist running. Brad Paisley's "We Danced" starting it off.
He returned to Lenna, held out his hand and asked, "May I have this dance?"
Lenna held up a 'one moment' finger, then rushed the beer to the tailgate, setting it alongside Michael's. Then, she hurried on back to where he stood and took that hand.
"Of course," She smiled. Lenna let him lead the way.
The Ranger laughed to himself as Lenna rushed off to set down her beer. She then returned, took his hand, and stated of course. The Ranger stepped closer, smiling back, and put his hand on her hip.
And they were off. Step, together, step, step, together, step... they moved slowly around the bonfire, it being the only real source of light now. Just them, the bonfire, and the music over the crickets. The Ranger couldn't think of a better way to spend his birthday.