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?
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It was odd. Ranger just up and leaving while a fight was happening. It was a painful cognitive dissonance, but ‘not my chair not my problem’ was winning. He had drawn blood from someone and it was time to go. Leave the ghosts and the brawling to the next jogger who wanted to intervene.
Ranger made it twenty feet away before he turned to head for the path he had been jogging on before. Only when he turned to return to the path someone had turned their fist directly into the path of his face.
Psychic attacks were something Ranger wasn’t good at managing. In general the only things he was used to and had developed skills to handle was memory manipulation. Being married to and having spent time as someone who lifted and deleted memories had been training for that. Other forms of attack, like suggestion and command focused attacks… Those Were not something Ranger was equipped to manage.
However, nothing helps you wake up like a punch to the nose.
Recoiling from the punch, Ranger covered his nose with his hands before unleashing a teep kick on the man who had punched him. There was no hole and Ranger held back the urge to yell, ‘this is Sparta!’. The man went to the ground and rolled onto his side holding his chest. Ranger turned back to the brawl.
Someone was due for an ass whooping and Ranger had a spare can to open.
Ranger’s fist made contact. The blow wasn’t square but it was solid enough to send the man’s head spinning—way too far. It was also enough to send the man backwards over a table that had been set up in the area.Someone was taking bets. New York CIty at its finest, yall.
The punch didn’t feel as satisfying to Ranger as it should have. There was no blood. THere needed to be blood. Ranger flexed his fingers around the hefty switchblade in his hand before switching it to his dominant hand. Ranger stepped forward looking at the man’s body.
Eyes to the sky but chest on the grass. Not something people walked away from. Even if they lived to tell the story. Ranger felt compelled to ensure it was enough. He leaned forward and stabbed with the knife toward the man’s back.
Then a new compulsion. Ranger felt a tickle at the edge of his hearing, Time to go. Just leave. He was already running, he should go ahead and run off.
Instead of responding with words like a civilized member of society, the man who could hold rooms inside balls of light produced a morningstar. The fight had taken a medieval turn. Ranger sighed and caught the morningstar with his hand. Just grabbed the spikey ball. While the spikes couldn’t pierce the skin, Ranger knew he was going to have some weird bruises.
Ranger’s muscles grew as he exerted force to bring the morningstar to an abrupt halt before it could reach his head. ”Y’ saw me fight in that office with the purple smellin’ melted pancake. Y’ve t’ know this won’t end well f’r y’.” Ranger said before pulling on the morningstar while simultaneously rotating his hips to bring the fist on his other arm swinging toward the man’s face.
Nothing de-escalated a situation quite like knocking the other person unconscious. Hard to fight when the lights have been turned off in your head.
De-escalation had been the plan. Now that Ranger was within earshot of the pretzel bearing member of Bananadrama, his power was having an effect. The hand that had held the morningstar was now holding a knife. A side folding switchblade that Ranger carried on his hip, even while out running. It was meant to be the ever versatile tool to solve most problems, but was built to double as a fighting knife. It was good at making things bleed.
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No sooner did Ranger have Billiam curled up in the fetal position and covering his neck did all hell break loose. The crowd went from chanting about wanting blood to going after it. One voice crying out over the noise of the mass hysteria was one Ranger had heard. It was attached to the most absurd beacon of chaos Ranger had ever had the questionable fortune of working with.
The question had gone from, how to manage a crowd of people charging you to when will furniture start flying?
First though, a knife sailed past Ranger’s ear. Ranger made only the barest movement to avoid it as he held out his arm and took hold of the face of the first person to charge him. From there he forced them to the side, collapsing into another person who had been with him as he ran.
”Everybody needs t’ calm down!” Ranger yelled into the chaos that had erupted. An extra layer of chaos then materialized as spirits manifested and joined the fray. The spirits were grabbing people everywhere. Restraining them and taking the fight out of them. One man fell into Ranger’s fist when a spirit snatched his legs and he toppled over right into it.
So instead of fighting his way through the throng of people, Ranger could push his way through people. He gave the spirits as wide of a berth as he could not wanting to tempt fate and have them try to restrain him as well.
That left Ranger looking at the man who could move around walls in little balls of light, the spirit wrangler, and someone who seemed too calm. Probably the cause of the chaos. The spirit wrangler was approaching the man, a group of spirits manifesting as he spoke to him. Ranger turned to the chaos goblin just in time to duck another knife.
”Watch it! Y’ almost hit me with that.” Ranger growled and stepped close to the man. ”Graduated from glowy paintballs?” Ranger asked blading off towards the man. If he was influenced like the crowd was, it was about to be an chaotic mess.
The blade may not have broken through the skin, but Ranger still felt the force of it when it stretched skin as it tried to break through. It broke Ranger out of his discombobulation. Ranger looked down at where his shirt now had a hole, then to the blade, then to Billiam’s face.
Someone exclaimed about bringing a knife to a fist fight. Ranger looked to see it was the man who had involved himself earlier. And was he… whistling? And what was that?!
Some kind of—for lack of a better word—spirit was approaching Terry. Terry cried out, “Get away from-” before his mouth was covered by the spirit’s hand.
Then there was another spirit, it shot in and spooked the hell out of Billiam as it snatched at the knife. “Whoa, hey! Do not disturb! C’mon, let… go!” Billiam fought to hold onto the knife. Ranger took the chance to step closer and sweep Billiam’s legs out from under him. Then he looked at the spirit with the knife. There was always something new in the city. Usually not quite as unnerving.
The knife was released as Billiam fell back.after striking the ground he cried out, “Seriously you guys, even after you came to my birthday last week?” He said it staring at the spirit that had taken his knife, horror painted on his face.
Again Ranger’s eyes dilated as he could vividly remember being at Billiam’s birthday. It was at a club called ‘Soup de jure’. An odd establishment where everything was almost what you thought it was but the soup was always yours by right. An odd item to serve at a nightclub. Ranger had seen the guy who had jumped into the fight at the club. The two of them had sung ‘The Other Side’ from the Greatest Showman together at karaoke. Billiam had bought round after round of drinks then called Ranger a ride home.
It took Ranger a moment to collect himself again. He kicked Billiam. The memories were good. Convincing. Only problem was Ranger had experience trying to sift through memories from his time with Noel’s power to taste memories. ”I’d never tell y’ t’ keep orderin’ jagerbombs. Cut it out.”
“I leave for five minutes to get a pretzel and this is what you two get up to.” Another man had worked his way through the crowd and was looking disappointed at Billiam and Terry. Oddly enough, he seemed surprised by the presence of the ghosts but unperturbed. He turned to Zek and said, “Can I bet on myself to win?”
It was like there was some kind of mental block. Ranger wanted to choke Billiam, but he couldn’t seem to convince his own arm to squeeze down to cut off circulation. This allowed Billiam to cough before gulping down some air.
While Ranger was fighting with his own arm, he saw a man step between him and the voice ripple man. Voice ripple man looked at the newcomer and said, “Why do you guys have to get in the middle of this. We were fine.” The newcomer held up his fists in challenge.
Ranger finally decided to stop trying to choke someone he clearly was unable to choke and released Billiam before shoving him off. ”Jus’ walk away friend. Leave y’ buddy alone an’ walk away.”
The man on the ground coughed then said, “Terry. You lied about having ice cream, but right now we need to teach people they shouldn’t get in our business. Banana-dram-a doesn’t suffer insults.” Billiam said the word like it was a play on the band Bananarama.
Terry looked at the newcomer and demanded, “Stay there!” a ripple rolled out from him as he spoke, it slowly propagated out toward the newcomer. Terry didn’t have good control of his power. He could use it on command, but the effect was often variable.
At the same time Ranger and Billiam were climbing to their feet. Billiam locked eyes with Ranger and said, “Why are you getting involved? You loved our last show.”
At Billiam’s words, Ranger’s pupils dilated and he could vividly remember being at a music venue. A trio took the stage, an all drag Bananarama tribute band called ‘Bananadrama’. Ranger then closed his eyes and shook his head.
”The hell… I didn’, why would…” Ranger’s mind tried to reconcile the memory into what it thought it knew. This left an opening for Billiam to walk over and stab Ranger in the stomach. The blade coming back without any blood on it had Billiam’s eyes bugging out.
“Bruh, it’s fine… Leave Billiam alone. I’m fine.” The first winded guy said.
Ranger narrowed his eyes at winded guy before catching a familiar voice. Something about Buzzkill. Ranger could deal with that later. ”Fine I’ll leave y’ alone. Breathin’s optional anyway.” Ranger threw up his hands and turned just as Billiam slammed into Ranger in the side.
A cry of, “You’re going to regret touching me!” filled the air as Ranger was bowled over by Billiam.
Ranger went down, but took hold of Billiam as he fell. One arm wrapping around Billiam’s neck holding it close, his other hand on the top of Billiam’s head. As he hit the ground he shoved Billiam’s head and worked his arm around the man’s neck placing him in a guillotine chokehold. Billiam’s face was driven into the dirt as Ranger closed off his air. Ranger screwed up his face in disgust as he felt ice cream squish between the pair of them.
“Bruh…Stop. Bruh! I said… Stop!” The first winded guy yelled at Ranger, a ripple flowing out of him. Like it was a slow motion passenger on the soundwaves from the man.
As the waves flowed over Ranger, he felt his arm slacking. The force of the choke loosening enough that Billiam could gasp in a breath.
Central Park was a nice place to go and get some exercise when Ranger happened to be in Manhattan. Depending on the time of day it wasn’t worth the trip over just to run. Having been there for a meeting with SUPER earlier in the day, Ranger decided to take advantage of the end of the cooler weather.
Ranger had set out on a run with no real goal in mind. He just wanted to get his body moving, between running Blac-Tac and working for SUPER he was at a desk too much. Then when he got home he was spending time with Emma. Lifting and running would always be second fiddle to his daughter.
Having a nice run in the park therefore was an uncommon event, something to be savored. That made it exceedingly annoying when Ranger rounded a patch of trees and saw a couple of guys squared off at each other. They were shouting at each other. Actually, as Ranger pulled his earbuds out he could hear it was one guy yelling at another. A small crowd was starting to form but no one was involving themselves.
Smack.
Loudmouth had swung at the other guy and hit him in the diaphragm. Ranger sighed and yelled at the man as he ran closer to interject himself between the men. ”Okay. Break it up”
“Shove off, man.” Said the loud guy.
“... … uugh.” Said the windless guy.
”Nah. Y’all’re done, friend. Now move before I move y’.”
“It’s… Okay. I’m fine. Really.” The winded guy said, finally catching some air to speak.
”You were jus’ doe popped. Take a beat, breath.” Ranger said to the guy before catching movement out of the corner of his eye.
“I said, beat it!” The loud guy threw a punch, well telegraphed by the excessive arm swing.
Ranger side stepped out of the way of the punch before stepping in closer and striking the loud guy in the chest. The guy crumpled to the ground, the wind knocked out of him.
“Bruh. Why?” Said the first winded guy. “I was fine. It was fine… Now I’m gonna be in it for sure.”
No good deed ever goes unpunished.
Ranger turned squarely to face the first winded guy, ”Okay. What’s goin’ on here; drug deal gone bad, lovers quarrel, did y’ get caught stealin’ his Gatchamon cards?”
The crowd that had gathered had cheered on Ranger when he had stepped in and tried to break up the fight. They had cheered when he dodged the punch. They seemed fairly split after Ranger engaged in a two-hit fight. He hit the loud guy and the loud guy hit the ground.
The split commotion plus turning fully toward the first guy to take a hit left Ranger unaware of when the man he had struck was climbing back to his feet, murder in his eyes.
Ranger nodded with a smile. Iris calling Mirror Mimi was rather cute, and a good way to side step gendered parental terms. ”That’s super cute.” Ranger shrugged a little, mostly to himself, ”Emma’ll probably figure out what works best f’r her.”
The electrical swap seemed to leave an impression with Gawain. Which made sense, it wasn’t everyday you watched a man take a dangerous amount of current before their body shifted and they were immune to the current. Especially after that same person just handled an impressive weight.
”Shifting durin’ battle… Is odd. I’ve done it a few times an’ I don’ recommend it.” Ranger shook her head and took a few deep breaths to calm her breathing, ”I’ve torn a few outfits swtichin’ one way an’ been swallowed by some switchin’ the other. First time it happened I was swimmin’ across a moat around a house that was bein’ swirled by a gravity an’ water manip pair of mutants. Current so strong the firefighter I was with got swept away an’ I had t’ snag him an’ make f’r the side as my clothes were tryin’ t’ fall off.”
”Battle swap’s seem t’ be the most predictable swaps though. If one power’s needed f’r the fight an’ it is on the other gender. I swap. Outside of a fight… I don’t quite get why I sometimes swap. It’s like it has a mind of its own.”
As they made their way down the stairs Ranger’s mind was already working on the problem of the sorceress. Mutants, Ranger could tangle with all day. Between her strength—when it worked—and her defenses, it was as if she walked in and leveled the playing field against almost all mutants. From there her skill in fighting and with ordnance gave her the edge.
With mystics… Mystics were proving to be another animal entirely. Ranger had a hard time laying hate on the sorceress, sure he could manage her stone jackals, scarabs, and crocodiles but not her directly. Null likewise had gotten the best of Ranger. That meant Ranger needed new tactics, new equipment. New allies.
Rex seemed to be the answer to the last. The man said he would look into the magic side and gave Ranger his business card. It was a little worse for wear, but not in too bad of shape considering the spin cycle they just went through. Ranger took it.
”T’ have books that get bored of bein’ the same story an’ change it up asa y’r readin’.” Ranger suggested. ”Maybe I can find somethin’ t’ help direct y’ investigation while y’r under the knife. I’ll shoot y’ a text when I have somethin’.”
It didn’t take long for an ambulance to arrive for Rex. SUPER had emergency services holding nearby. Once Ranger gave the go ahead EMS, Fire, and police ESU swarmed the building. Ranger added Rex to his contacts under the name “Jesus Magic” and made arrangements for a sit down with Dr. Goldstein. Ranger had a bad feeling about what the sorceress was up to and was not looking forward to explaining to Noel why they looked so similar.
Ranger nodded, ”Hospital it is then.” Ranger was no stranger to getting doctors to set things before a healer patched her up. Normally it was Jude copying Doc Prof’s power, and the doctors had more to do with morphine made the wait easier.
The trip out of the room and to the stairs was not difficult, but it was not easy. Debris had to be navigated around and the floor was still wet. Ranger could feel everytime Rex’s foot hit something and sent a shot of pain up. As they walked, Rex started a debrief.
”Dr. Goldstein, Chairman of the Egyptology Department at NYU.” Ranger said, remembering the details routed to her. She had more information on the professor in the Fordasaurus. Ripping out the radio stack and replacing it with a digital system with a large touchscreen had been useful. Ranger would need to thank Gerhart for insisting on it. ”The professor probably still has some babysitters in blue. I’ll pay ‘im a visit after we get y’ t’ some cutters.”
”Okay. Here’s the hard part. Down the stairs. I’ll step down first. Swing y’r leg over an lean hard on me. Use the railin’ t’ keep stable on the other side.” Ranger said before taking the first step down.
Before letting Range help him to his feet, Rex worked his Jesus magic on himself. A little light, a little scripture, a little waiting, and Rex was ready to stand on one foot. He accepted Ranger’s help.
Ranger did most of the work as promised, but working with an oddly proportioned body made it harder. She was used to being a bit closer in height to the person she was helping up. Based on the multilingual speech Rex was giving it was no walk in the park for him either. When Ranger got Rex up, Rex stood on his good leg. In this case good meant not bound up by a broken antique spear and someones ripped out dress shirts and a blouse.
”Y’ sure y’ didn’ hit y’r head?” Ranger asked jokingly, ”No racin’ then. We’ll walk out nice an’ slow t’gether.” Ranger took a position under Rex’s arm to lift weight off the injured side and act as that leg for them. ”Got a preference on where y’ll want t’ heal up; hospital, y’r place, the Mansion… Holiday Inn Express. I can get a ride arranged when we get out t’ the Fordasaurus. ‘R I can drive if y’ don’ want t’ wait.”
The roof they were in was useless. It had a lot of stuff but it was more of the artifact or display variety. Ranger shot out of the room, catching hold of a wall to pivot and spin herself down a hall. She checked one door, a bathroom. She checked another, a bedroom. Moving across the bedroom, Ranger made her way to the closet. As she passed a vanity her hand shot out and grabbed something that she stowed in a pocket.
Clothes ripped as Ranger found clothes of natural fibers like cotton and converted them to strips of cloth. Once she had a good bundle she shoved things around in the closet. She needed something to use to improvise a way to keep the leg immobile. There! She snagged some items off the wall, a quick stop in the bathroom medicine cabinet, and made her way back to Rex.
”This’ll hurt, an’ I don’ have any painkillers… so—uh… Embrace the suck.” Ranger said as she dropped a spear she had found and snapped in two onto the ground and opened a bottle of rubbing alcohol. ”Maybe… bit on this.” Ranger gave Rex a strip of fiber to wad up before she dumped it all over Rex’s leg. Then she reached into a pocket and produced a hair scrunchy ”Where did… nevermind.” Ranger pulled her hair back and put it in a ponytail to keep it out of her face as she worked.
From there, Ranger worked to wrap and tie off cloth around Rex’s leg like bandages. Nothing was so deep she felt a tourniquet was necessary, but she produced one and cranked it on tight as high up on Rex’s thigh as she could get it. Finally she lay the pieces of broken ancient spear on either side of Rex’s leg and used longer strips of cloth to fix them in place. ”Ever done a three-legged race? ‘Cause that’s how y’r gettin’ outta here.” Ranger said as she gave slight tugs to various places on the cloth. Checking her work before she took a stance over Rex to help pull him to his foot. Singular. ”I’ll pull, y’ just focus on keepin’ that leg from hittin’ anythin’. Hope y’ don’ skip leg day, time f’r an assisted one-leg squat.” Ranger held out her hands and made a ‘gimme’ gesture with each hand reaching for Rex’s
”What does a dancer have t’ do with vampires?” Ranger replied to Lenna as he kip-upped back onto his feet after breaking away from the hand-vampire with his kick to her chest.
Lenna threw a chair at the other hand-vampire before suggesting they run. Managing to get her hand stuck temporarily somewhere in the middle. Ranger, deciding that discretion was the better part of staying alive, used the opportunity Lenna provided by diverting a punch aimed at him to duck back out the way they had come in.
Ranger was only a couple steps behind Lenna as she advanced in a different direction. The pair made their way back the way they had come to a door, through a room, through another hall, to a stairway.
When they finally stopped, Lenna checked her sidearm. Ranger took the moment to press check his own and then check the mag. Then Lenna asked for a lighter. Ranger brought his hand up to where he kept one on his tactical vest. A vest he wasn’t wearing.
”Not a smoker.” Ranger said, ”Need fire ‘r a spark good enough?” Ranger could get her a spark, and if he had a spare thirty seconds he could even get her a flame from it with some gunpowder from a cartridge.
It was impressive, really, how long it took Hugh to find a shirt after FemRanger came knocking at hiss office. Give the man a medal, longest eye-candy in the SUPER. Straight from HR. Sadly for Hugh, Ranger wasn’t super into Hugh’s particular form of eye-candy, so no medals.
”Oh, good t’ know I’m not the only one who keeps the man in business replacin’ suits. I tend t’ outgrow mine by about a hundred pounds of muscle, get bullet holes, an’ burned off once.” Ranger’s power led to her being hell on clothes. Gender swapping didn’t help the issue.
Hugh picked up his phone and made a call. Ranger nodded, respecting the way Hugh was about to charm his way into something. Ranger caught Hugh’s eye and mouthed ,’I’ll bother Karl. Have fun.’ before turning and making her way to the undercover wardrobe department.
”Howdy, Karl. How’re the costumes—Yeah, costumes. One monkey suit an’ one dress.” Ranger asked Karl whorolled his eyes at the mention of costumes and huffed at the calling the tux a ‘monkey suit’.
“Yes, yes. Come with me. I have the outfits for the pair of you this way. And please, don’t blow this dress up. It is one of the nicer ones here—And no, there is nowhere to hide your… How do you put it—oh yes! Boom-boom.”
Karl led Ranger to where the outfits had been set aside then informed Ranger that he needed to make alterations to the dress to make it fit. The event was too high class for him to not. Ranger sent a text to Hugh that his money suit was ready but might need alterations. Karl was being fussy.