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.
The adapted aura came over the Ranger as Lenna approached, he could now feel the weight of the extinguisher. It wasn't too heavy to swing one handed, but he couldn't swing with as much force. As such he released the hose, brought his other hand to hold the tank, thus allowing him to continue the beating.
Jonathon let profanity cross his lips, while Lenna was present. The Ranger would have said something, but it was best he not waste the breath while in a cloud of smoke and fire retardant. Instead he swung harder, making longer swings to put more speed behind the extinguisher before hit collided.
Eventually Lenna used the extinguisher on Jonathon putting out the fire he had caused that was now burning his beaten flesh. And with that done, Lenna ended the beating. She apologized for the apartment, and said they needed to take Jonathon to the hospital.
The adrenaline still pumping he didn't want to stop, but now Jonathon was unconscious. He dropped the extinguisher, and while Lenna was moving to haul Jonathon up to drag him out of the apartment he slung one of the man's arms over his shoulders and held the wrist.
"Let's hurry!"
The Ranger was torn, part of him wanted to leave the man there. He had made his bed now he could lie in it, as it burned and came down around him. Though, Lenna wanted to save him and he had not been deserving of death, just the beating which would hopefully convey the message.
The rest was a blur. Fire and motion. A car. Night lights. A hospital. The emergency ward, and stunned eyes. So many lies.
Lenna sat, in the waiting room, knees curled up by her chest.
They'd told the hospital workers what they needed to know. He was a fire mutant who had accidentally set himself on fire during a fight. They'd lied about who had been fighting him, and where. People tended to frown on those that beat burning men to near-death. Even if it had been self-defense. Mostly. Since she wasn't related to this man in any way other than through them both being human, and her being worried, she'd been told to wait. So, she did. With Michael.
Lenna held her arms just a little tighter around her knees, holding everything in. There were conflicting emotions. Worry. Fear. Shock. The whole thing had been unwanted, unwarranted, and... unneeded... And Michael's apartment.
Well, damn.
What was Michael going to do now?
"... Michael." The words slipped out quietly, without Lenna even realizing it.
Before long they were at the hospital, Jonathon having been whisked off for treatment and the Ranger given an ice pack for his head. It was a good thing neither of them had any qualms about lying, as they spent a fair amount of time spinning a web of them to mitigate any potential police fallout from the event.
So they sat in chairs in the waiting room. The Ranger leaning back, holding the ice pack on his head. The fight now being over he was no longer running on adrenaline and there was nothing to dull the crushing headache he now had. The Doctors had wanted to check him out to make sure he didn't have a concussion, but the Ranger insisted he was fine and to take care of people who actually needed help. Of course, when the ice pack was offered he did accept that.
He knew he needed to figure out what to do about his apartment, but he didn't want to think to hard about it until the vice on his skull was loosened. His lack of thoughts were interrupted by Lenna, she said his name. He leaned his head forward and turned to look at her, taking the ice pack off his head so only the swelling around his eye obstructed his vision.
His response surprised her. Lenna's eyes snapped to lock on Michael's face. She blinked, confusion momentarily obvious. Then quickly, the realization dawned on her that she'd been the one to get his attention first. Why had she wanted that again?
The blond glanced away, towards a woman behind a counter. "I don't know," She said.
She hated not knowing.
Lenna said the first thing that came to mind. "What are we going to do?" She'd meant 'you', but the 'we' had just slid in there so nice. Whoops.
Lenna had a look of confusion at first after the Ranger spoke. He reckoned it meant she had not meant to speak when she did. She glanced away before speaking again. First came an, "I don't know", and then, "What are we going to do?"
What were they going to do, she had said we and not you. "I'd say we can't stay at my place, unless you just really like charcoal." The Ranger said with a laugh that did no favors to his splitting head. He scrunched up his face in pain for a moment, making a fist and pressing it against his forehead while squeezing tight. The goal to flood his brain with too many pain signals at once to reduce what he perceived from his headache. "Hopefully he had some sense beaten in an' won't be back t' bother ya." He lowered his hand and looked back at Lenna, "So yer place is prob'ly safe now."
Living together... What he had meant to say was that it was safe for her to go back to. He on the other hand had been in this situation before and could probably find a hotel to move into until he made other arrangements. Though, it shouldn't seem such a foreign concept, "Until Jonathon showed up at my door that'd been the plan, only at my place not yours."
"If it's too much of an imposition, I can find a hotel. Thid idn't the firs' time my place has gone t' hell."
Thoughts tumbled around in Lenna's head, like the sides of the die in an eight ball. Yes. No. Maybe. Alright. The possibilities were not endless. But unlike the eight ball, this decision wouldn't be made through the freak accident of chance.
Did she want him to stay at her apartment? Well, it wasn't an imposition.
Did she want him to stay in her apartment? Hadn't she invited Michael to stay there before?
Did she want...? Well, instant coffee was nice occasionally. Um.
If it didn't work out, he could always find a new place. Maybe this whole 'worrying' thing was unnecessary.
"Until everything settles down," color returned to Lenna's cheeks, where once there been a pallor. "That's an order." Gulp. "I mean, I can give you a home."
Damn. Why did Michael always make such simple life decisions seem intensely complicated? Not that she minded. Much.
Lenna spoke, and color came back to her face. She stated it was an order before backtracking and stating she could give him a home. Give him a home... That phrase lent itself more to adoptions, either a kid or a pet, more so than anything else. Regardless of the way it was stated, she was allowing him to stay at her place.
The Ranger wasn't quite sure why it had seemed, as much as it had, an issue. Before Jonathon burnt his place down she was going to be living there with him, which was de facto living together. Also, he had stayed at her place before, granted it had been when they were both women, but that seemed a moot point as she was having no problem staying with him at his place earlier that day.
Whatever the case, it was done. She was letting him stay there. Following with her making it an order, the Ranger brought up his arm, straightened his back, and saluted Lenna. "Yes ma'am." He lowered his arm and slouched back against the chair. "And thank you." He brought the ice pack up and held it against his forehead over his black eye.
Such a corny thing, saluting. Lenna rolled her eyes, and shook her head with a laugh. "I didn't mean to order you around like some sort of superior... that's just weird." To think of her as Michael's superior in anything was strange. It wasn't like she was his commanding officer or anything. No bossing him around more than she could, naturally. "But you're welcome."
So now, what was there? Staying around and waiting to hear word on Johnathon's condition... or to make a point and leave? While she wasn't around, it was likely he'd survive. His body could naturally handle the heat. He probably had a high healing rate when it came to burns caused by his own flames or something. So, her staying there wouldn't help anyone. It certainly wouldn't help her deal with Michael's current situation. And all his stuff...
She found herself staring off into the distance, locked on the door to the emergency room. When had she drifted off?
"So. Lenna looked his way. "Do you want to leave him to heal? It's late. Maybe we can go get coffee." No, not that kind of coffee. The kind you drank. She felt like something bitter.
With a eye roll, a laugh, and shaking of her head, Lenna addressed him saluting her following her order. The Ranger didn't mind her saying it was an order, were he still in the military and she an equal or lower rank or if the order had been something he would never do than it would have been a problem.
He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eyes. Now wishing he had taken some grunt candy, Ibuprofen, on the way here.
Then, Lenna spoke again. She asked if they wanted to leave Jonathon to heal, and possibly get coffee. From the way she said it it was clear she had meant the drink, and not the other more fun coffee. The drink of course sounding a bit more appealing, at least until the headache died down some. The Ranger leaned forward again before answering, "Yeah. He should be fine, an' coffee sounds good about now." The only reason he'd want to stay is to let Jonathon know if he came around again he'd just get a fun new .357 caliber piercing in a few places. Hopefully the man was smart enough to realize messing with Lenna again was a bad move.
The Ranger rose to his feet and took the ice pack off his head. He'd leave it with the hospital when they left, he could make a new one or something when they arrived at Lenna's.