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 painting with its heavy frame made contact with Flo and broke. Ranger kept spinning with two thirds of the frame in tact in her hands, and the rest was deflected off the dome piece of Flo, taking a torn piece of painted canvas with it.
Ranger kept spinning in water that was then only under the influence of gravity and inertia. She fell to the ground and rolled a little. Her eyes tracking side to side as she tried to push herself up through the dizziness from the spinning. ”I think I got her.” Ranger coughed before just falling over sideways from her hands and knees. Instead of trying to get up immediately, Ranger rolled onto her back and called, ”I may’ve blunt force Van Goghed her head.” Good thing people had a spare ear on the other side.
After a few deep breaths Ranger sat up and looked at Flo. She was still breathing, a good sign after a head wound. Ranger crawled a little closer and looked at her head. The damage was not good, but other than a nasty scar, she should be okay.
”Thanks, an’ y’ can call me Michael. Feel a bit odd f’r someone t’ use that name when I’m jus’ out with the kiddo.” Ranger said with a smile. It had the same energy as when someone says, ‘Mr. so and so is my father.’ An’ it’s alright. Kid’s probably heard worse from me, her mother, ‘r half the guy’s I work close with.” Ranger waved off Emma’s worry. The awkward moment had passed so Ranger could see the humor in the whole situation, plus Emma looked genuinely sorry about saying what she said potentially in front of little Emma.
Emma confirmed the transformation into an angelic underwear model was her fault. ”I don’t’ve actual memories of anythin’. My wife… She, uh, well… She causes memory loss. Equal parts t’ herself. She keeps journals on everythin’. So I’ve got a good log of my life since we got together a few years before we were de-aged. It was funny, we were de-aged t’ shortly after our first meetin’ ten years prior.” Ranger looked at the tattoo of a ring on his finger and the name ‘Noel’ tattooed as part of it. ”We woke up t’gether an’ I guess the stars aligned an’ we ended up together again.” Looking at his daughter, Ranger counted Rhia and Jude among those stars. They were largely responsible for her. "An' I'm not upset now, an' I don't think I was upset then. Got razzed for it, but nothin' new."
Flo had evaded buckshot and moved away. Ranger used the moment to make a break for the only gap of air she saw. A yard of sweet, sweet oxygen between Flo and Ranger. She moved her arms and legs with perfect form, each movement applying the optimal amount of delta-v until Ranger broke through the water and was launching at Flo like an American alligator launching like a rocket from below the water.
Ranger had a moment to take a deep breath before a pillar of water slammed into Ranger. The water began swirling and robbed all of Ranger’s forward momentum and made it hard for her to gain control.
The woman turned back to Ranger, clearly surprised by her making it out of the water the first time. She moved a hand and the water swirled faster. The faster it spun, the more Ranger could feel her ability swim against or tangential to the rotation decrease.
After several seconds of this Range felt her arm shoot out and her hand grasp something. She was being spun so fast it was like she was in a G-forces simulator that was spinning up. She looked what she had grabbed. A painting, in a heavy wooden frame. Ranger then had a moment to process that it was lined up to impact Flo.
Children often had a magical way of diffusing awkward or uncomfortable situations by just being themselves. Emma’s self introduction worked to divert the conversation just enough to cease being so awkward while also producing the name of the woman who had started it. Her name was also Emma. Of course it was. That was why she had thought Ranger was waving her over. She thought Ranger was calling out to her and he apparently looked similar enough to someone she had had a late night liaison with.
However, the name sharing was not the most interesting piece of information. The reason the woman was unsure was. Emma, the older Emma, was a victim of the de-aging. The same thing that had occurred to Ranger and Noel and a host of others. Ranger couldn’t tell Emma, but he had spearheaded the operation to end the organization responsible.
”I understand.” Ranger said, ”I had the same thing happen t’ me.” Ranger looked from one Emma to the other. Thankfully Ranger didn’t wake up post de-aging and already have a kid. That was a blessing for his second chance at his late 20s.
Ranger looked back to the de-aged Emma when she used his callsign. That was interesting. She then referenced Ty, Ranger had never met the man but knew of him through Noel. Then, when Emma referenced a fashion model costume, it all made sense.
Noel had kept journals of life events, a good plan when you often wind up wiping out parts of your memory on the regular. One recorded event, with pictures Quin had taken included, was of a time Ranger showed up at Haven looking like a Victoria Secret Angel. Underwear and wings and all. ”... Yeah… That—that happened t’ me. Well, the other me.” Ranger took a breath and set his daughter on the ground. ”Hey, Emma. Why don’ y’ go play right there. If y’ stay close I’ll let y’ walk Dammit an’ Miss Rev with me tonight.” Emma nodded and excitedly ran off to where she had been before she had run off earlier.
Looking back to the other Emma, Ranger backed up. ”I also was de-aged. My wife an’ I both. Well, now wife. I think then we were jus’ t’gether. I’d gone out dancin’ ran int’ someone that caused me t’ change then there was a work emergency… That was you?”
Ranger failed to suppress a laugh. Hugh’s ID did in fact say ‘Drew Peacock’. ”I can neither confirm nor deny the allegation.” The name was a little absurd, and almost on the nose for how Hugh had been when Ranger walked in. It wasn’t too absurd though, odd enough to be mentioned and be memorable, but not so much it made people question if it was real. Ranger had once met a Richard Handler. He went by Dick.
Hugh went over the files after listening to Ranger. It seemed he had an idea.He would need to call in some favors with caterers.
”Thinkin’ they could smuggle us deeper ‘r have us pose as caterers t’ get closer t’ KMn?” Ranger asked, it would make sense that there would be some way that drinks made their way into the KMn meeting. No way that many Germans would not have beer freely flowing in. ”In the meantime I can check on our costumes. We’re supposed t’ be dressed better than ‘government salary’... Karl about fainted when I joked about duck tape dress an’ tux. I don’t think he’s f’given me f’r givin’ him a a pair of camo ranger panties last year.” Ranger shook her head. It was a response to Karl speaking ill of the almighty ten-gallon. Some people just have no taste. ”Some men jus’ cain’ handle the ever-acceptable Daisy Dukes of Freedom.”
Emma looked up at Ranger as he beckoned her over. She started on her way back and Ranger turned and set his phone on top of his backpack. It was times like this that had him wishing he had brought Reveille or Dammit along. Reveille was good at keeping Emma out of trouble if Ranger looked away for a minute… Dammit, probably got Emma in more trouble, but she was a great guard dog. Kept Emma safe.
Before Ranger’s daughter could make it back over, a woman sat down on the bench beside Ranger. Before Ranger could give so much as a ‘Howdy, how’s y’r ma?’ the woman was asking if they had hooked up and if Ranger was interested in another round. Ranger blinked, and gave a slight cough. That conversation starter was not on his bingo card for the day.
”Um… I don’t think we’ve had the uh… pleasure.” Ranger said to the woman before leaning forward to grab up his three year old who had toddled over .
“Is she your friend, Dad?” Emma asked and looked over at the woman. “I’m Emma!” she announced waving erratically before holding out a little hand for a shake.
Ranger smiled as his daughter tried to imitate her daddy meeting someone. He then looked back at the woman. She had thought they had met, or maybe her name was Emma and the signals got crossed. Yet, blonde to light brown hair, fair skin, green eyes, five foot five. The description was familiar to Ranger, it matched up to someone he had read about in Noel’s journal. Someone Ranger had described to her one night when he was affected by a power.
Life was starting to settle back into a somewhat normal routine. Ranger still didn’t have a handle on how his power worked since it was altered by that mystic, but he was finding his way through it. Noel had joked that now their daughter, Emma, would have a mother. The child was lucky she was so cute, she was a threenager and could be quite the hellion. Which only made sense, she was Ranger and Noel’s kid.
So Ranger found himself sitting on a park bench, Emma playing in the grass a few dozen yards away. The kid had found a stick and was poking at the ground as she sat there. Ranger smiled and scanned around the park. The park was generally safe enough, and in case of an issue, Ranger was part of the American un-healthcare system and he made house calls. Proactively.
There was a chime and Ranger picked up his phone. He had set it down on the backpack that sat beside him. Work never ceased. Between Blac-Tac and SUPER there was plenty of business. Especially now that he and Muse had buried the hatchet.
Ranger scanned the email, SUPER business. Most of the referenced material in the email would have to access them through JWICS later. Ranger looked up, it had only been a minute, but Emma had become too quiet.
”Emma?” Ranger called, looking for a moment before seeing her near the path but further down it. Where people were traveling. ”Emma, c'm'on over here.” Ranger said, waving for her to come back to him.
The door whistled through the air as Rianne swung it. Ranger jumped back away from it, and Riaanne brought it back around for another swing as she closed the distance. This continued for a few seconds before the door smashed into a bench as Ranger jumped behind it. Rianne released the door and vaulted the smashed bench. ”Just give up! She barked as she came sailing down onto Ranger like an armored banshee.
Ranger propped one leg behind himself and met the oncoming wall of anger like an immovable wall. Rianne landed a punch in Ranger’s gut but he managed to bodily throw her off. She flew halfway across the road before landing ass-over-teakettle. ”I have dinner plans. In my universe, without y’.”
By that point a small crowd had begun to form, phones were coming out. Ranger didn’t mind, once this was done he was out of that universe. He grabbed the end of a car and after a moment of squealing tires, had the whole vehicle swinging at Rianne.
Rianne moved out of the way and on the swing back she caught it before it had accelerated. The two had bulging muscles as they fought over the car. The frame warped and the glass shattered. Eventually Ranger threw his end up and darted forward, under the ton of steel, toward RIanne who was trying to maneuver the vehicle to not come down on herself.
The water flowed over and around Ranger as she clung to the railing. Ranger expected it to hit and then subside, to only be the water that had been held in the upstairs. She was wrong. Ranger looked up through the water to see something closing on her, riding the water that seemed to just flow endlessly.
Not wanting to give whomever or whatever was approaching the chance to press their advantage, Ranger let go of the railing and after a moment of being driven back by the water, she was swimming. Her arms and legs moved with incredible speed. No single stoke of her arms or kick or her legs moved her much against the rush of water, but the aggregate of moving her limbs faster than any Olympic swimmer had ever dreamed, propelled her forward and laterally.
It was by inches than Ranger avoided the object moving through the water. She powered on and forced herself up onto the landing of the second level before the water seemed to rise below her, carrying her up into the middle of the space of the room. Ranger spun to see the thing approaching again. Now that the water almost seemed calmer, holding her there, she could see it was a woman in a wetsuit. The woman had hit the stairs, missed Ranger and spun around.
As the woman approached, Ranger could feel the burning beginning in her chest. Her power was aiding in keeping oxygen flowing, but she would need a breath to capitalize on it. The woman approached, grinning, as Ranger seemed trapped, drowning. Once she was within a yard, Ranger whipped up the shotgun as fast as she could with the resistance and fired.
The gun erupted, bubbles of cavitation forming in the water where gas escaped, and the buckshot was propelled out into the water. Immediately it began to spread and decelerate. Ranger had to wait for the woman to close within five feet to allow the shot to accomplish anything.
Ranger did not account for the woman being able to move herself with the water. Shifting to the side, avoiding the buckshot that could have given her some new blowholes.
It seemed Hugh was going to continue taking his sweet time in getting dressed. That was fair enough, Ranger likely would have done something similar were she a few years younger, not married, and not presently a woman.
”That tracks. Yes, it’s KMn,” Ranger confirmed, casually looking away as Hugh zipped his pants and walked to over to get his copy of the file. ”Gettin’ int’ Gotham Hall as part of the party ‘r fashion show, that’s the easy part. Gettin’ int’ the meetin’ with KMn themselves, that’s the challenge.” Ranger dropped an invite to the event onto Hugh’s desk. ”SUPER got us in under aliases, y’rs is in the file. We’re working for Modnik, a Russian high fashion publication. I’m Marina Rostova, journalist. Y’r from the American sister magazine. If y’ have a better Idea we can change the plan. Given my… Issue, higher ups are ready t’ alter documentation.”
Ranger pointed to the invite which clearly read ‘Modnik’. It was a Russian word that meant ‘Fashionista.’ It was a real fake publication run by US intelligence. Most of the reporters didn’t even know it was a cover. ”Karl an’ his costumers ‘r supposed t’ be findin’ proper attire f’r the night. Black tie.” Ranger said aas she flipped through the file and turned to a blueprint of Gotham Hall. ”Once we’re in though, we have t’ work ‘r way here. Past a door with guards, down this hall, through another guarded door. From there it, an’ they couldn’ stress this enough, should… Be clear past this hall t’ the room they’re meetin’ in. That’s what we have t’ plan t’ get through.”
Rex was able to heal, but was unable to direct it. That was a useful tidbit for Ranger to stow away. Even with it not being directed, the healing did a good job of keeping the man alive. Ranger being dismissed as the wound began healing around the improvised tube.
”On it.” Ranger said as he stowed his tomahawk and stepped back from Ebb’s body. Clearly Rex would not be leaving Ebb until he was stable and they had no idea what was awaiting them still in the house. Other than a magical Egyptian woman and someone manipulating a whole lot of water.
Ranger adjusted the sling on her shotgun to tuck it in tight against her torso. It took a bit of work as the device was meant for a larger frame. The work was worth it when she was able to move freely without the weapon swinging around in front of her, and it was only one pulled strap away from it being freed to swing up to her shoulder.
There were stairs that led up to the second level, Ranger climbed the first few and watched and listened. From above the ripples of light through water could be seen on walls. The light was an eerie glow, like some kind of eldritch source lay beyond the water. The sound of a large body of water moving quietly drifted down with the light.
Before advancing further, Ranger looked back to Rex, the firefighter was now using a hand to help balance. Healing must be a lot of work for him. Rex Nodded at Ranger after he stood and checked his kit.
”Hang bak if y’ need t’ catch y’r breath.” Ranger said as she took a few steps up the stairs, ”Somethin’ tells me the real fun’s up there.”
Ranger climbed the stairs, crouching down and taking a peak over the top of the last stair before she hit the landing. A decently open space with water lining the walls, and the ceiling, and the floor. It was a cave of water that collapsed and surged at the stairs the moment Ranger’s eye’s peeked the stairs. Ranger took hold of the railing and called down the Rex, ”Tidal wave!” just before the wall of water rushed past her.
Hugh… Was half dressed with his fly down. There was a time when showing up somewhere and there being a half dressed man wouldn’t have been out of place. Ranger’s days in the army were distant now. So when she had peeked in and saw Hugh, Ranger had not been expecting it. The surprise shorted her speech and left her momentarily speaking like she had fat fingered on a keyboard.
Hugh questioned the odd fumbling of buddies and asked who Ranger was.
”Sorry, tongue got away from me f’r a second.” Ranger said, making an attempt to recover from the verbal slip. ”We’ve worked t’gether before, but… uh… A mystic worked his, uh, magic on me.” Ranger held out her hand, ”Michael Hunter… Ranger.”
While Ranger’s power had become more well known, the changes to her power, including her new gender swapping power, was still not so well known. Though it was noted in her employee file, along with another picture. Adding additional complication to the whole mess, Ranger looked almost identical to fellow agent, and their wife, Noel.
”Not sure if y’ seen yet, but we’ve been assigned t’ the ‘Naughty List’ KMn operation at Gotham Hall.” Ranger held up the file in her other hand. Only so much time in a day to review mission files and running around SUPER HQ without a shirt and your pants unzipped took a lot of time. Ranger normally found themselves with their pants off with the shirt still on, but to each their own.
In the time it took Ranger to push herself up into a sitting position and begin palpating them, Rex had moved to Ebb. Ranger’s legs, especially her feet and ankles, hurt from the kick. As far as she could tell nothing was broken, but the bones and connective tissue were not happy.
While checking herself for injuries Ranger heard Rex speaking over Ebb. Ranger looked up and saw the man working power over Ebb. It was clear in that moment that Rex and Ranger took different approaches.
Ranger solved problems by putting people in the ground. Rex saved people by keeping them out of the ground. Both resulted in people being saved, but one likely was building an emotional and psychological debt that could one day come due.
After standing, Ranger’s first steps were limped, but after that she was moving normally. It seemed Rex was pleading with the almighty to help. Ranger looked the man over and found a pen, ”If y’ can direct the healin’, work on the broken ribs.” Ranger knelt next to Ebb and produced her tomahawk. She cut off the ends of the pen. ”He has a deflated lung.” Ranger used the tomahawk to cut clothing out of the way and then make a small cut between the ribs. From there Ranger stabbed in the pen and watched the chest on that side rise as the lung reinflated.
Trauma medicine was about the only kind of medicine Ranger really understood. Ranger hoped he had helped Rex. Help his conscious and also got him back in the fight sooner. The job wasn’t done yet.
”Get him as stable as y’ can but we’ve got t’ move. We’re still in hostile territory.” Ranger said as she checked over her shotgun.
”That’s right, y’ the trophy boyfriend.” Ranger said with a nod. ”Gotta stay presentable.”
”Makes sense. Cause a riot then slip out in the chaos… Unless they want SUPER t’ send in more people.” Ranger pondered the idea as he said it. Cause a big enough disturbance and you would draw in more law enforcement like moths to a flame.
Ranger grunted in agreement to Carrick. S&&& circus indeed. ”Cain’ tell from here. Probably whoever Mister Personality is in here.” Normally the biggest meatheads caused the problems, but the incident had a strong feel of planning and coordination.
Thoughts of who might be behind the incident went out the window as a guard was being pushed from a walkway. Ranger gauged the distance ass too far for him to run it and catch the guard. Before he could come up with another plan, Carrick chimed in.
Ranger didn’t question, he spun. Making a full 360, Ranger took hold of Carrick and pulled him along for the ride along the rest of the spin. As he Ranger spun with Carrick in tow, he bulked. When he reached the termination of the spin he snapped his hips around and gave his all with a throw from his hips through the shoulder and the arm. It was a throw an anime would probably animate with circles of dust radiating out around the path Carrick took.
Carrick launched, Ranger had to take a few steps to stabilize himself. He nearly went ass over teakettle from the movement. Once righted, he took off behind Carrick, jumping toward the wall as he closed in on the group, he then sprang off the wall to launch himself up onto the walkway and bodily toss the man who dropped the guard.
When Ranger had been read in to SUPER after his deaging, Sabine had asked him to keep his power under wraps. He could be an asset in the search for rooting out the bad actors still embedded in the organization. This meant that when SUPER had sieged the holdout of those responsible for the deaging, Ranger had to be careful to not appear to be using a power.
Even when he worked with a fellow agent, Hugh Manning .
In recent times, that directive had fallen by the wayside as Ranger’s reactive power eventually made itself known. The information was still able to be largely contained. When Ranger had fallen victim to a mystic with skill in altering the X-gene that went away completely.
It was still somewhat of a secret but agents who found themselves working with Ranger were briefed on the situation. So when Ranger and Hugh were tasked with infiltrating the headquarters of a European mutant supremacy organization attempting to open a chapter across the pond. Königliche Mutantennation, KMn. The Royal Mutant Nation.
Intel had them meeting at a big event in Gotham Hall. The front was a christmas party and fashion show. The “Naughty List”. The mission parameters had been sent down to Ranger and Manning giving them discretion on how to approach the mission.
Which is how Ranger found herself at SUPER HQ searching for Hugh’s desk. She still didn’t have a handle on what was going on with her power. It seemed to switch them from male to female and some abilities were accessible in one form and not the other. It complicated missions, which was likely the reason Ranger had been paired with Hugh instead of being simply tasked with the job themselves.
”Which desk is agent Manning’s?” Ranger asked a secretary when he got off the phone. He pointed down a hall and indicated to go left, ”Thanks.”
Ranger set off down the hall. When she finally found the indicated desk, she peaked her head around the wall and said, ”Howdy, Hugh. Looks like we’re mission bussies.”