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 night had started off fine. Ranger had gone out dancing with Noel as had become their custom. Noel had been called in to attend an off-site meeting. This had happened before and Ranger made the most of it by finding himself a dancing partner for the evening. Everything was going great.
Until Ranger transformed in a bright Sailor Moon-esque sequence. In a torrent of rainbow particles the cowboy aesthetic was replaced by skin tone lingerie. Instead of his dancing boots there were six inches of stiletto heel attached to toeless gold filigree knee highs. A long mane of golden hair likely covered more skin than the clothing in aggregate. The cherry on top was not the impressive wingspan but the rainbow sparkling that came from the particles the wings released when they moved. Not to mention his nails seemed to be made of whatever the particles were.
This would have been fine if Ranger could have had time to assess the situation and find a way to undo it or perhaps wait out whatever it was. Last time he had become a woman it merely took time to undo itself.
Would have been fine… Had he not received a message from Haven. There had been a security breach. He was needed to address it. On-site.
Ranger, putting duty above almost all else, took off into the night and headed for Haven. Since Noel had taken the Hellcat Tamer he made use of his new wings. Leaving a train of rainbow particles slowly drifting toward the ground as he went.
When he arrived at Haven he would have been proud of the response he received were it not happening to him.
He strolled in, moving as if he were a model on the catwalk, and spoke to the guard on duty at the front. Trace Tanner . Ranger quickly tried to explain that, despite appearances, he was in fact Ranger. Trace, following protocol, stuck Ranger in a holding room. He then went to find someone to talk to Ranger to assess how the woman knew so much and call Noel .
If Ranger was telling the truth, all was well. If Ranger was not Ranger, Noel would know and whomever came to interrogate him would have saved Haven time by already starting.
As Trace shut the door Ranger sat daintily on a chair in the room. It was similar to an interrogation room, except there was no glass, the table and chairs were nicer, and it was built to withstand Ranger doing his best to force his way out. A test it passed… Barely.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 9, 2019 21:13:53 GMT -6
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It was kind of weird being on call for Haven. It was something that had been in the contract that Quin had thoroughly read upon hire, but it was something that she hadn't thought she'd actually end up having to do. Things were so quiet at the building, it had a reputation that was either good enough to keep people away, or scary enough to keep people away. Which of the two was really irrelevant, because it generally meant that when Quin decided her day was over...her day was over.
That's why she was scowling as she made her way into the office in what was starting to feel like the middle of the night. When had she gotten old? When had she gotten boring? When had sweatpants replaced club clothes and bad TV replaced dates?
These were all valid questions, but things that really couldn't be considered at the moment, the redhead decided as she made her way into the holding room that doubled as an interrogation space.
Apparently some hooker trying to get to the residences upstairs had tried convincing security that they were Michael. It was almost too funny for words if Quin really thought about it, and she couldn't wait to take the shit out of him about this situation once someone was able to track him down. If this...lady...knew enough to warrant a talking-to...she had more than a passing acquaintance with the man.
Into the room Quin walked, nearly tripping over her feet at the scene that greeted her, elegantly perched in a chair, waiting to be seen. Glancing down at her dirty sweatshirt and old jeans, Quin ran a hand through her mussed hair and made her way around to sit across from the detainee. She had dressed for function, not formality.
"Miss. I'm sure you want to get out of here as badly as I do. Why don't you tell me what your client's name is and why they thought it was a good idea for you to...attempt to impersonate a high level employee of our organization?"
Ranger heard the door opening and he turned his head to look. Of all the people in Haven Trace could have found to interrogate the ‘imposter’... It was Quin. Not that there was anything wrong with Quin showing up to interrogate him, in fact she was likely one of the most qualified in Haven to do it while Noel was out of pocket. It was odd that she was showing up to an interrogation in sweatshirt and jeans, but who was Ranger to judge he was currently wearing nothing but underwear.
It meant Ranger had to prove that the scantily clad woman in the chair was him… And he had no doubt Quin would likely be amused to no end by this misfortune.
”I am not working for anyone. I am Michael Hunter, codename Ranger.” Ranger began, his voice musical and without his normal accent. ”I somehow turned into... This,” Ranger gestured to himself, ”Which is bad enough, but then I received word there was a security breach so I came straight away. You can check my phone, Trace took it per procedure before he planted me here.”
Not the best way to try and convince someone, but he had to start somewhere. And the sooner he got through this, the sooner he dealt with whatever happened at Haven, the sooner he could try to figure out a way to undo whatever had happened to him.
Ranger set his hands on the table, the rainbow sparkling of his long fingernails a dazzling site that he quickly hid by closing loose fists. "Quin, I know you are following procedure. Can we not jump ahead to where you entertain the idea my story is true or bring in Noel to verify my claim?"
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 9, 2019 21:52:48 GMT -6
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A thin eyebrow crept its way towards Quin's hairline as the scantily clad lady began to make her case. It sounded exactly like what an impostor would say if they were trying to weasel their way into somewhere they really weren't supposed to be.
If this was an impostor though, they had at least done their homework. Quin suddenly wished she had dressed a bit better. It was hard to be intimidating when you looked like you'd rolled out of bed and grabbed the first clothes you could find. Even if that's what had happened, she hadn't thought she'd actually be working tonight. This...person knew her name, and Michael's code name, and enough about protocol to know that this wasn't going to go anywhere quickly unless Quin wanted it to.
Mention of another security breach brought a frown to the redheads face as she wondered why she hadn't been called in for that if she was being called in to deal with this.
"Why isn't the rest of security dealing with this...other breach?" Quin asked, skepticism still written across her face. Still...it couldn't hurt to see if things could move along more quickly.
"Fine though...I'll play ball. What was the name of the dojo where we sparred recently, and how many times did I beat you before you gave up?"
”I do not know why, I received a message that there was one. I did not receive any details.” Ranger replied. The odds of the breach being anything major were slim. Ranger still made it a habit of being present when something was happening that was beyond the level of escorting someone off premises. Likely it was an incident at the Hellfire club. Drunkenness and mutant powers can lead to problems.
Good. Quin was going to entertain the idea that Ranger was telling the truth. He told her the same and added, ”you called it your ‘happy place’.” The after cocking his head to the side added, ”And I was the one who kicked your butt. A few times.”
”Believe me now or do you have more questions? Also… Can I get some clothes? We are both a little under-dressed but for me it is more literal.” Ranger said as he indicated the skimpy outfit he had found himself in. "Something the wings can poke out of?" They shifted and rainbow sparkling particles slowly drifted down from them.
There's no way on earth that even the best impostor would have been able to pull a detail that small out of thin air the way that...Michael had just done. They kept speaking and Quin couldn't help but glance down at her clothes and roll her eyes when he had the gall to point out what she was wearing.
"I didn't think I was going to be officially on duty. I grabbed the first thing I could find and put it on. We can run up to my office, I keep a spare change of clothes up there and we can cut some holes in this sweatshirt to accommodate your...wings." she managed before the sheer ridiculousness of the situation hit her like a MAC truck.
Pursing her lips together to try and keep from laughing out loud, Quin stood up and moved around the table to give Michael a better look than the cursory glance she'd given when she'd entered the room.
"You really have no idea how this happened?" Quin asked, wishing she'd gone ahead and broken all the protocols and kept her phone with her. "Can you actually walk in those heels?
A change of clothes. Quin had a blessed change of clothes. ”Thank you.” Ranger said. It was clear she now was entertaining the idea that the woman in front of her was Ranger if she didn’t completely believe it.
The Quin got up to take a better look at Ranger. Ranger sighed, Quin was clearly taking this second look because it was Ranger in front of her not some winged floozy who flew in and caused a stir.
”I have no idea how it happened. I was at a dance hall, dancing, did a spin and then transformed right there on the hardwood.” Ranger said. It was everything he knew about it. Likely someone at the dancehall had been a mutant who… What? Made people turn into lingerie model angels?
To answer Quin’s second question, Ranger rose to his feet took a few steps. Moving exactly like some runway model as he did so. ”Yes. I do not know how I can do it so w-ELL-” As Ranger looked at his feet and began thinking about how he was walking, the aspect of the power that made him able to walk six inch heels without any practice turned off and he stumbled and fell toward Quin.
Posted by Quincy Archer on Nov 10, 2019 21:51:59 GMT -6
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The mental picture of how this entire transformation had to have gone down was just. Too. Damned. Much. Quin couldn't help but idly wonder if there was a way to get security footage from the bar Michael had been at when the whole thing went down.
It really was too much.
Apparently a demonstration of the heel walking was in order though, and Quin nearly felt the need to avert her eyes. Those underwear were anything but practical and despite the fact that sparring with Michael involved rolling on the floor in various states of contortion they didn't know each other that well.
Damn those heels were high. Being as tall as she was, Quin tried hard not to wear the things very often, and when she did they never approached the stilt-like heights that these attempted. Michael really was good at walking in them too.
Until he thought about it too much.
Suddenly far too much woman-flesh was hurtling in Quin's general direction and the only sensible thing to do was catch it.
So she did.
She caught it all.
Credit to the lingerie....it didn't move an inch and everything that had been covered, stayed covered. If she ever dated again, Quin decided she'd need to figure out what brand all of this was. As not-awkardly-as-possible, Quin helped Michael back to his feet and rose herself, still marveling at the sheer height of those heels.
As it were, the PI cleared her throat.
"Let's head up to my office before this gets any weirder than it already is."
Down Ranger went, no chance of arresting his momentum by himself. Thankfully Quin didn’t choose to step aside and instead caught Ranger. The pair had been in various grappling positions and in guard while sparring which brought the pair no less close… And while on the ground no less. Under the current situation it was a little to close a little too intimate. Maybe because one of them was in lingerie.
It was only after Ranger got his feet back underneath him that he realized he had wings. Flapping them might have stopped the fall and avoided the whole situation.
Quin suggested heading up to her office before it got any weirder. Separating himself from Quin Ranger awkwardly looked around somewhat embarrassed by the prior moment.
”Uh...Yes. Let us do that.” Ranger said unconsciously sliding into a demure posture. ”Lead the way.”
While Ranger knew the way it was more polite to allow for someone to unlock their own office and invite you in than to strut up yourself and unlock it and let yourself in. Not to mention Quin would likely get a kick out of Ranger hitting the halls like they were a runway... Doing a little turn on the catwalk…