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.
And clothes. Right, with her staying at his place she wouldn't have but the clothes on her back. She suggested two options, shopping or her running home. The former better than the latter as far as laying low was concerned, but not the best option itself. The Ranger had a third option.
"If yer ex found you he most likely knows where ya live an' is watchin' the building. He's never seen me so I could slip in an' retrieve some uh yer things from yer house fer ya. Clothes, toothbrush, whatever."
And how do you kill someone a little? Killing seemed fairly absolute. "It is yer call."
Lenna hesitated. Michael picking out her clothes... or grabbing them from a list. That meant him wandering around in her house, grabbing her stuff without her. She trusted him (somehow), but... that was still a lot. For someone of her upbringing, that was a lot. But it was better than him going in and doing everything himself. And try as she might, she couldn't find a reason against it. It was certainly better than her having to borrow all of his stuff... and she was not borrowing any undergarments.
"Okay." Lenna agreed. "You can pick out some clothing. I guess, just what you think I'll need or like. I don't feel like a list in necessary. The basics. Toothbrush. Shirts. Pants... everything." If she was giving him permission, she might as well give him permission to pick what he liked. That was her reasoning. She didn't like it all, but "Surprise me. It'll be a better surprise than Johnathon was." She joked, although her face wasn't bent into a joking look.
Lenna consented to alternative the Ranger had put forth. She stated he could pick up anything he thought she'd need or like as opposed to enumerating what she wanted him to retrieve. In essence she was letting him pick things he liked; surely her closet wouldn't be loaded with stuff she didn't like, and so almost anything would satisfy that criteria meaning in reality the decision was based on what he liked.
It'll be a better surprise than Jonathon was... So, the Ex's name was Jonathon.
"Alright."The Ranger looked at his watch, the night was still young before long the buzzing nigh life of the city would be in full force. People would be coming and going from everywhere, that would be the best time to head to her place. "I should prob'bly head over there soon. Use city to my advantage... Aside from the basics, anythin' else ya want me t' be sure and grab?"
It was a silly suggestion, she knew, but "Books," just slipped right out of her mouth. Face still rested against his shoulder, she closed her eyes with a small smile. "I've got a box two boxes of paperbacks on the floor in my room. One, I've read. One, I haven't. Pick up the box with Summer Knight in it. It has a picture of a guy in a cowboy hat and a duster. Can't miss it."
It was a silly series. She knew that, too. But as far as guilty pleasures went, it wasn't her guiltiest. That series was amusing. Maybe she'd have to introduce Michael to it.
The image of Michael in a duster and a cowboy hat popped up in her head.
Aside from the basics, Lenna requested books. It was clear a large number of non-fiction books wouldn't suffice. Sure he had the library essentials for fiction; Shakespeare, Tolkien, and Rand, but that was hardly a selection. And the books she wanted were already boxed, that made that easier... Summer Knight, guy with hat and duster, got it.
Sitting there with Lenna, his arm round her, her head on his shoulder, he didn't want to go.Though, it would be best if he went sooner rather than later to blend in with the crowd of the city, and better tonight so Lenna had clothes for the following day. The Ranger rested his head gently on Lenna's. "I should go, before it gets too late. Though, I should give you tour first." Not that there was much of a tour to give. Kitchen, living room, a bedroom loaded with equipment, and another bedroom that actually has a bed and a large Texas flag hanging on a wall.
The Ranger lifted his head, he'd wait for Lenna to lift hers before moving to stand.
>>"I should go, before it gets too late. Though, I should give you tour first."
"Right," She replied, after a time. Lenna was right on the same page as him. Being around him was nice, even in the worst of situations. She could almost hear the 'I suppose...' in his voice. He didn't want to go. The tour was likely him just biding his time before he had to leave her. But, then what did she know?
Why had she even called Johnathon her 'ex'. Ex-what? The word 'boyfriend' was still foreign, even silly. Cosmina had been right about getting too attached. What happened when one got too attached? Answer: Johnathon.
Lenna lifted her head off his shoulder with a small sigh, mood put off a bit by that thought, and of what it reminded her. She kept the smile on her face, for Michael's sake. Didn't let it ruin the mood. But it was there. Probably, it would pop up once he was gone. She had plenty to think on. For now. "Show me around," She requested. She'd leave the thinking to him.
There was a delay before Lenna replied, from that the Ranger surmised that she didn't really want him to go either. She then lifted her head from his shoulder with a sigh, and asked for him to show her around.
The Ranger paused a moment before retracting his arm and raising to his feet. Turning round to face Lenna he held out his hand to help her up. "Here's the livin' room, or at least the workshop it has become."
He gestured to the room. A reloader sat on a desk, a stereo sat on an entertainment center along with a tv. Various boxes litter the room, ammo, casings, powder, and lead filling them.
"There's the kitchen, and through here," The Ranger made his way over to a door near the kitchen,"Is the second bedroom. In name only though, there isn't a bed, just stored equipment." He pointed to a door nearby, "There's the bathroom. And finally..."
The Ranger walked over to the last door, opened it, and stepped in flicking on the light. "The master bedroom." A full size bed had its headboard against the far wall, a large Texas flag hanging above it, across from the bed was a bookshelf and a few boxes on the floor around it, and on a side wall was a dresser.A rifle could be seen below the bed, a pump action shotgun was stashed behind the door as a retreat position, and a pistol with a light mounted sat atop the dresser next to his tomahawk and KA-BAR.
She took the hand. Once up, she glanced around. The living room certainly was a work shop that moment. She knew from experience, it happened. Lenna nodded. Maybe she'd been hasty in judging the room.
Her eyes swung to the kitchen, then she followed Michael to the bed...storage room. She noted the bathroom, then finally, the master bedroom. The bed was probably a lot more comfortable than his couch which likely smelled of gun powder. She'd probably be spending some time there. He even had books. Her eyes skimmed the titles.
Lenna didn't say anything as the Ranger showed her around his apartment, which was more of a shop. That is until they were in his bedroom and she saw his bookshelf. She called it interesting.
"Yeah, it idn't the most entertaining library ever but it has what I need."
He took the pistol off the dresser and slid it down into the front of his pants and pulled his shirt over the exposed grip, "Make yerself at home, an' I'll hurry back with yer things."
The Ranger paused for a moment, and then instead of leaving moved to give Lenna a brief kiss. He could tell this situation for her was in the last uncomfortable, and it was the last he could do to reassure her before he left.
He then went into the other bedroom and retrieved a box to put her things in and after a, "Be back soon." he was off.
The kiss made her feel better. He was there for her. At least, at the moment.
>>"Be back soon."
"Take care of yourself," Lenna said lightly. She watched Michael go. Once he was gone, her eyes swung back to the bookshelf. She picked up a book distractedly, then moved to sit down on the edge of the Ranger's bed. She flipped open the cover and started to read.
After a second, a thought struck her. She'd had a blond moment.
"Stupid." She'd completely forgotten about the key.
Lenna tossed the book aside on the bed in haste. Pushing off, she rushed from the bed to the door. Maybe Michael would still be in shouting distance? Lenna opened the door to rush after him, and--
"Heeeeeere's Johnny."
In the doorway, looking just like she'd remembered him, was her old flamehead boyfriend, Johnathon.
The Ranger shut the door behind him as he left his apartment. A brief walk later and he was out of the building. He started to head to the garage where the Fordasaurus was parked, but he stopped upon realizing he didn't have her key. Sure, he could most likely pick the lock which if someone were to see would make his covert task a little to exposed, or he could use a bump key whic hwould require two trips up to her door. That too would most likely attract Jonathon's attention.
The probability of disaster from those two options seemed to the Ranger to be worse than taking an extra few minutes to retrieve the key. As such he wheeled around to make his way back up to his apartment. As he made his way back he could hear someone but wasn't sure who, speaking from the direction of his apartment. He quickened his pace to try and round the corner and see who was there.
Her first reaction was simple. Lenna's leg went back. It went forward. It connected, to the sound of bells. Johnathon went slack and staggered to the side, clutching himself like he was dying. Not one to mock a dying man, Lenna took the long way around him, and ran down the hall.
That jerk! He'd tracked her all the way to Michael's! She'd kill him! But she didn't want to. So. That left one option.
Lenna rounded the corner, and nearly ran into Michael. Quickly, she ran around him and hid behind his back. Arms grabbed his shoulders and wheeled him forwards. "Ex-boyfriend. Your apartment. Now." She enunciated tersely.
Johnathon limped around the corner, right on cue. Crocodile tears were in his eyes. Why didn't girls ever fight fair?
Someone was hit, the Ranger could hear it, and before long Lenna was rounding the corner almost hitting him in the process. He stopped and she made her way back round behind him. Her hands on his shoulders, she drove him forward announcing her ex, Johnathon, was at his apartment at that moment.
Around the corner, facing down the hall the Ranger reached into his waistband and drew his gun. He could see Johnathon at the doorway, he was not in a threatening pose yet, but the Ranger wasn't going to take any chances. Until he had assessed what kind of a threat Johnathon was.
The gun raised and pointed at Johnathon, the Ranger approached him. "Johnathon I presume? You've a lot a guts comin' here, seems a little behavior modification's in order."
Johnathon raised his arms defensively. "Wait. What? No! You've got the right idea." He shouted.
Lenna was silent just long enough. He realized his mistake.
"I mean 'wrong!'"
"You were stalking me," Lenna murmured. "Come on, Michael. Get him."
"Dammit, Lenna. You lose me my job, ruin my life, and kick me between the legs. Who are you, Arthur Dent!?" Johnathon exclaimed.
Lenna stared at him. Blinked. "I don't know who that is." She said. "Does he usually defend himself from crazy people who come after him, setting alleys on fire?"
As the Ranger approached, Jonathon tried to mitigate the circumstances. Though, his Freudian slip didn't help him much. He stated that the Ranger had the right idea, which was met by a head nod in agreement and a continued approach.
He then corrected himself, not that it mattered, and then Lenna chimed in. Stated he was stalking her and told the Ranger to get him, he was happy to oblige. Jonathon fired back at her with some noise about losing his job and being racked and made a reference neither her nor the Ranger got.
When the Ranger reached Jonathon he lowered his gun and stood there a moment looking at him, his posture looking more relaxed like he was going to settle this nonviolently. Yet, that didn't last long as soon he took a step forward and then swinging the leg around and kicking the man through the doorway with a roundhouse kick that would have made Chuck Norris proud. From there he followed Jonathon in and set the gun on a counter, Jonathon would be receiving a good, old-fashioned beat down.
"You might want t' put 'em up." The Ranger advised as he made his way to Jonathon, his fist raised ready to pound his face in.