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 Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
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.
Electricity is a fascinating, terrifying, world-changing power. In nature, lightning strikes out invisibly towards the equally, but oppositely-charged ground in stepped leaders. A channel of ionized air builds in the electrical field, and from there on out, the path of least resistance is taken. Lightning cuts a return strike from the ground up. This second strike is the one we see with our eyes. We can't even see the first lead a lightning bolt sends out. Lightning is a highly visible form of energy transfer.
In navigation and map-making, the electromagnetic field of the Earth is put to the test. Compasses tilt and turn towards magnetic north. In public usage, magnets are placed on refrigerators to hold anything from crayon drawings to important legal documents. The sky's the limit.
Electricity shorts out fuses, powers batteries.
It fires pulses in the brain controlling specific neural reactions, from pleasure to pain. In Lori's body's case, pleasure. An obvious charging, strength. But at the same time, that strength required a degree of control.
Cue the equal-but-opposing side of pleasure in this story. Lenna's TASER struck out as the leader. Lori's body shot back the return stroke.
Lenna was in pain. Several thousand volts ran through her. Her body shook like a washing machine, flopped on the 7-11's tile floor like a fish, then stopped, and just sat there a minute, out of confusing imagery to batter the scene.
~*~
The hair on her arms stood on end. And the hair on her head? Forget about it. It hung out around her skull in a frizzled tangle, like a lion’s mane. A spot of drool dribbled down the side of Lenna’s cheek. She’d flopped like a fish out of water, now she rested on the frying pan of tiles unconscious. Melted laminate steamed around her body, giving off an acrid smell.
As the electricity flowed out of her body down the taser's wires the Ranger was oblivious to his surroundings. His now female body was loaded with an extreme amount of power and he wouldn't control it, or at least didn't know how to control it and so it bled down the wires. Yet, the drain was cut off when the robber was kicked into the Ranger and the force of the Ranger going down backwards removed the electrodes.
The Robber had made contact with the wires before their electrodes were removed and as such had himself received an incapacitating jolt of electricity. And when he and the Ranger went down he was nothing but dead weight on top of the Ranger who was more focused on what had just happened to worry about what was happening. He was aware that Elle had taken the keys and money and left but could not do anything about it until he removed this loser from atop of herself.
After finally worming out from under the robber the Ranger stood and looked out the glass doors and saw, to his dismay, that the General was gone. Elle had fled in it with the stolen money. And as a result he muttered an expletive. If it wasn't for that taser...the taser! Who shot me with a taser! She wheeled around to look at where the electrodes had been fired from, and there on the ground was the brown haired girl who had been hitting on his body. Looking back at the ground near the robber he spied the sidearm. Extending a hand he focused on using Elle's power to pull the gun to her hand. After a moment the gun went flying into the air and toward her hand. Grabbing it he slid it into the holster under his left arm hidden by the denim jacket over the man shirt she wore.
With a firearm secured he moved to the girl who lay on the ground with the stench of melted things hung in the air. Kneeling down the Ranger put her left hand on the side of the girls face to hold it in place as he held out her right hand for a slap. He knew it was a rather rue way to awaken someone, but this woman had made cost him to now lose his own body. Then swinging the hand at the woman, slapped the side of her face to wake her up. Then for good measure continued to slap.
On the third slap, Lenna caught the hand by the wrist. "Stop,". She snapped, and gruffly pushed herself off the floor. "The hell are you slapping me for?"
"Oh! Good you're awake." The Ranger wrenched her hand free from the girls grip and stood up. "Here's the thing, that guy you were hittin' on, that was my body. The mind occupying it presently belongs to this body. And thanks to you she has had the opportunity to run off with my body and all in all made a mess of things. You're helping me fix this!"
"Your... the hell are you talking about, your body!? You're a woman, and he most certainly wasn't a--" Lenna fell short as her eyes skimmed upwards from legs to face. So she was hitting on a girl in a man's body, then? Damn. Even the whole package of Vicodin couldn't take the sting out of that one. Her hand found its way subconsciously to her lips. And the kiss... She bit her thumb absent-mindedly. Heh. Well, whoever she was, she’d had a hell of a problem. Girls kissing girls? Ew! It didn’t even matter if the other party was a good kisser. That was just nasty right there! And the misguided flirtation... she bowed her head.
Stupid.
"I guess if what you're saying is true, you weren't lying about it being your first time in a woman." Lenna sighed, and cast a furtive glance towards the automatic doors. They’d just taken down a pair of foolish robbers. Keystone Cop security was sure to be arriving any minute. She didn’t want to be here when that happened. She took a deep breath and conceded to the blond-boy-girl’s logic. “Fine. But you’re cluing me in to the whole story once we’re clear of this shop… and where’s my TASER? I seem to have misplaced it. ...What’s that smug look you’re giving me, hey!”
Lenna's arms darted forward to paw at the under-arm area! That was the spot holsters usually hid. She was a bit fried. If her brain was addled and found the cause of its frayed conditioning to be more important than general courtesy, so be it. She had all the right in the world.
The Ranger watched as the girl came to terms with what he had just told her. No doubt what he had just told her sounded like complete insanity, but hopefully her voice had rung sincere to the girl. After a short while he looked around, he would need to find where the harddrive that the digital video system was hooked up to and trash it. He couldn't have evidence showing his body stealing the money laying around. When the girl spoke again he looked back at her, she spoke, then stopped and glanced at the doors before continuing.
“Fine. But you’re cluing me in to the whole story once we’re clear of this shop… and where’s my TASER? I seem to have misplaced it. ...What’s that smug look you’re giving me, hey!”
The Ranger never had the chance to respond. Immediately the girl sprang forward and proceeded to manhandle her. Within seconds the Ranger knew what she was doing, she thinks I have her taser and is goin' at my holster! Moving her arms to try and stop the girl from removing the pistol that he had just acquired after having his gun repossessed by Elle in his body.
Gripping the girl's right wrist with her right hand, palm and fingers up, and raising her left towards the girl's shoulder the Ranger takes a step off to her left, moving around to quasi beside the girl. Then placing her left hand on the girls back and spinning out her right arm to pull the girl's right arm back and point the girls fingers out away from the body, with the elbow locked. The lock being accomplished the Ranger pushes down on the girl's back while slightly turning the wrist counter-clockwise to keep her in submission. "That's mighty rude of you, and I have had quite enough of being manhandled today thank you!"
Lenna's back arced forwards as he forced her down. On a normal day, she'd have stopped him. Broke the lock before he'd attempted it, done the reversal, kicked his ass. Nobody put her in an arm lock and got away with it! Not nobody, no how!! Not after Columbia, not after serving that dictator for over half her life... Lenna's eyes flared up as she tried to struggle against the lock, to no avail. He had her. Lenna's body wasn't built to break free of the pressure he(/she?) was putting on her joints. All Lenna could do was grit her teeth and take it.
"You idiot. What do you think you're doing!? Let go of me and give me back my gun. What, you think you can handle it better than me just because you're some super soldier in your mind!? BULLSH--" She didn't finish that sentence. The rage bubbling beneath her lid had just boiled over. A shocking pain struck from her neck, downwards. Legs went out from under her, knees buckled. Her eyes widened. Well, this was new...
Ragged breathing. A minute of turmoil, then it calmed. She calmed.
Her body slackened, emotions guttered down to a tiny flame. The pain lessened, but never stopped. She was still angry. A nagging bee sting buzzed at the back of her collar. "Obviously that shock did more to me than I'd imagined," Lenna grimly noted. She'd have to be more careful now about when and where she raised her voice. "Ok, ok... I'll keep my cool. Don't have to tell me twice, God." She rolled her eyes. "Now, will you let me go? We have to erase the camera footage and get out of here before the police show up. I really don't want to go to jail..."
"First off this isn't your gun, unless the robber managed to lift it off you before he went to the register. And second, I was a U.S. Army Ranger, so there is a good chance I can handle it better." The Ranger responded as the woman's body seemed to give as if some great pain had come upon it, one greater than a mere wrist lock could accomplish. And this sudden pain onset seemed to calm the girl down, which was good since she had begun to become loud and had already been belligerent.
When she asked if he would let her go the Ranger did, he couldn't hold the girl there forever as they did need to wipe the data from the security cameras before police arrived. And besides, he did have the criminals gun in case the woman did something crazy. "I don't want to go to jail either, so as long as you don't start trying to manhandle me again, and help fix the situation you created, I'll make sure we don't wind up there." Stepping away from the girl, cautiously, he continued, "If we can find the drives which store the camera data I can wipe them without leaving prints. And then we need to secure transportation, and unless it is an older car you may have to drive... This body's original owner warned me against driving, due to the electrical nature of it."
"You were a ranger?" Lenna asked incredulously, then paused. "Wait a minute, is that supposed to impress me, or..." She lurched forward as he let go, hand snapping forward to catch the fall. She spun to look up at him/her with a twirl of that brown mane. Sarcasm frothed. "Gentle."
"Geez, no amount of rubbing will remove that ache. You... must practice takedowns like that on pretty girls often." She massaged her wrist gingerly as she got back up on all two feet. That, or the voltage had left one hell of a sting. She walked over to the scattered scene of pills and picked her brown paper bag of saviors off the ground. She slipped it into her jacket's pocket casually, and turned back towards the register.
The shop around them was totaled. She noticed that instantly as her eyes skimmed the scene. An overturned aisle, melted tile, fried plastic. The initial loud robber was unconscious by the register. Customers had fled, and the clerk was on the floor. Plenty of interest to note, but no TASER in sight. If he didn't have it, she pondered. Who did?
She glanced back at ‘The Ranger’ skeptically as they listed off their problems with the electrical nature of that power. Did he really think he was better than her when it came to guns? She was still undecided on that. Maybe a test?
"So, Mr. Ranger…” She started slowly. “You say you know your way around a handgun, but judging from the way the robber was waving that old M 1911 around, it seemed he didn’t know much about the usage of guns. Might want to check on it before you fire that thing. He might not have maintained it properly… and it’s gotta be, what, 15 years old? A .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol from the first world war, if I remember my handgun models right… updated a bit over the years, but still, pretty damn old.” She dropped her fist into her palm. “I’d hate it if an old hand-me-down pistol backfired on me.”
She smirked at the oversized man-shirt on blondie as she finished her spiel. "We have got to get you a better shirt."
It wasn't at all surprised that the girl didn't seem understand the weight that him having been a Ranger carried, most don't. The average person knows about and understands that the Green Berets are special, but they were originally tasked with unconventional warfare with direct action added in as a side later whereas direct action is the primary mission of an airborne Ranger. Yet, he was surprised by the knowledge of firearms the girl possessed.
After only having seen the gun for a few moments and hearing it discharged four times she had accurately guessed a fair number of details. More details that most people would be able to ascertain even if granted a few minutes to give it the once over. "Well, I'm impressed. That is a stellar assessment.This is an M1911 .45 caliber semi-auto pistol with a short recoil operation." He slid out the gun, ejected the magazine, placed it in her mouth to hold onto, and pulled back the slide to get a quick glance down into the inside of the firearm. Then, returning to the magazine to the gun and insuring the safety was on, gripped the gun and looked down the sights, and then he slid it back into the holster. In all he took about thirty seconds, and only because he was a bit clumsy with the smaller hands and the wire caused drag on dexterity.
"The barrel has seen better days but is still sound enough, the spring has some minor corrosion and needs to be replaced but it isn't a major threat just yet, the handle is a bit loose, and the sights are off slightly. Also there are three rounds left in the mag and they're newer rounds so there is no need to worry about the quality of their powder or primers." The Ranger spoke with the speed and dryness of a specialist who had assessed the quality of many handguns in his past. The looking at the girl added, "A Ranger is a elite Airborne soldier in the U.S. Army. We're trained in Direct Action operations. That means executing a small scale offensive in a politically sensitive environment with high political and physical risk. Also, the Ranger's, as well as the Green Berets, feed their best into the 1st SFOD-D. Also known as, Delta Force."
And reaching down to grab the shirt she was currently wearing replied, "and what's wrong with this shir..." He stopped. After looking down he noticed how long the shirt really was on Elle's body. Apparently seven inches is a fairly decent length. "Oh. Well I guess a normal shirt, for this body, might make chasing down that woman with my body a bit easier should the need to not get caught in ones clothes become an issue."
>>"Well, I'm impressed. That is a stellar assessment.This is an M1911 .45 caliber semi-auto pistol with a short recoil operation."
"I aim to please," Lenna replied distractedly. She rubbed the back of her neck, and took a few steps towards the register. Tap, tap. She struck a few keys. No good.It was fried. Her attention jerked below the counter, where the silent alarm would likely be. If the clerk had been at all attentive, he'd have hit the button at the first sign of trouble. How long ago it had been hit was a deciding factor in how long they had. She glanced back at the blond as she reloaded the M1911.
"Three rounds, huh? Here." Lenna reached into an inner pocket of her jacket and pulled out a clip of .45 caliber bullets. She tossed it to him. "Good faith ammo."
"As for all that stuff on rangers," she shook her head."You misunderstood. I didn't not understand the significance of you being a ranger. I just don't care. It's nice to know you're handy, though." She shrugged. “Maybe you’ll be able to keep up. Now, where would they keep that drive data...”
Lenna bent down to pull the keys from the shop clerk's pocket, and turned towards the back of the store. "Probably the back. Let's go."
"Good faith ammo." The woman had tossed him a clip of .45 rounds. He caught it and redrawing the gun, ejected the mag. He slid into her armpit and worked to slide four rounds from the clip into the magazine before returning the mag to the gun, and then the gun to the holster. Finally, he slid the clip into a jacket pocket.
"Well, my mistake." The ranger replied in a moderately irritated tone. Who was this girl that she could just talk about Rangers in such an offhand manner. She clearly knew about guns and carried. And now she had made her way to the cashier and taken the keys from him.
"Probably the back. Let's go."
"More than likely that's where it is." The Ranger called back as he bent down to grab a box of tampons and stuck it in a jacket pocket, it half sticking out. If what Elle had told him was true he really didn't want to be caught unprepared. That having been taken care off he ran after the brown haired girl. And catching up to her he asked, "So, what should I call you? Since knowin' what to address you as might help in future communication."
As they walked into the back the Ranger could feel the electromagnetic field given off by the surveillance server and monitor rack. He didn't know what exactly it was, but he was compelled to approach it. In the area there were a few unmarked doors, any one of them could have been the surveillance room. Yet, the Ranger walked right up to a door and exclaimed, "It's in here...I can feel it."
>>"So, what should I call you? Since knowin' what to address you as might help in future communication." 'The Ranger' asked. Lenna brushed past her towards the door she'd indicated, and brought the key to the lock.
"Sorry. You're going to have to earn my trust a bit more before I share my real name... call me Loren, or Lori, or Lira, or Lara, or Lisa, or Lenna... it doesn't really matter." Lenna shrugged. The lock clicked. She pulled the door open for the blond, and stepped aside with a sweeping gesture and a bow."For now, call me L."
"What about you? I know it's asking a lot for you to give me your name when I haven't even given you my own. I'm willing to live with asking a lot."
The Ranger moved aside for the girl to unlock the door as she went on about possible names to be called. Not being told what someones name is was nothing new to him, but when you are working at least quasi together it can get annoying. Then after unlocking and opening the door, with a gesture and a bow, she settled on saying he should call her, for now, 'L'."
The Ranger found it funny, this girl was saying to call her L and the woman's body he was in is named Elle. He laughed a little as he walked into the security room. The room was small made to feel cramped by the equipment inside. The was a desk with two monitors on it, each divided into fourths showing a total of eight cameras currently all on a live feed. Under the desk sat a server tower, green light flickered all across it's face as the sound of harddrives being written to emanated from it. A computer chair sat in front of the desk, pointed at the door showing the last person to use the terminal left immediately after. And the far wall had a series of filing cabinets lining it.
Having entered the room the Ranger moved to, and sat down in, the chair. Looking back to L he answered her question as to his identity. "Well namin' right now is a bit of a precarious thing. This body's and my own name are different. The woman who's body this is, is named Elle. Yet, my name Master Sergeant Michael Hunter. And some call me, the Ranger." He had no great need to hide behind an alias, since Elle knew his name if she decided to use it than an information trail might come into existence and L knowing it could prove useful in intel acquiring in that event.
"Now to take care of this so we can get the hell out'a here." He grabbed the mouse and switched the system to playback so he could see when the job had been completed. Then, reaching a hand down to server tower he focused on creating a powerful magnetic field to wipe the data and break internal components so that the data cannot be repaired. After a few seconds the sound of grinding started to come from the computer, bits of metal were bending into the disks and the data was being wiped. The screens began to go to static one after another until they were all out.
The Ranger moved her hand away from the tower as the grinding noise stopped. He then stood and looked back at L. "Okay, now let's hightail it out'a here."
>>"Well namin' right now is a bit of a precarious thing. This body's and my own name are different. The woman who's body this is, is named Elle. Yet, my name Master Sergeant Michael Hunter. And some call me, the Ranger."
Lenna crossed her arms. Well that was ironic. He went by the exact same nickname as she'd given him in her head? Eh, it was probably just because he always went around telling people he was a ranger. If she went around telling people she was an apathetic lizardman, perhaps they'd start calling her Liz? She quirked an eyebrow at the name of the woman in Michael's body.
"Named Elle, huh? ... A bit too similar." Lenna glanced at the doorway. It was definitely something to think about. The need to be different, to set herself apart from that other 'L' seemed tempting. Almost overwhelming. Blue-Green eyes returned their focus to the blond's over sized shirttails. The computer screens in front of her went from relevant to snow day. Disc drives ground to a standstill.
>>The Ranger moved her hand away from the tower as the grinding noise stopped. He then stood and looked back at L. "Okay, now let's hightail it out'a here."
"Sur--" Something shattered in the front of the store, cutting Lenna off. She spun to face the source of the sound, heart racing. How long had it been since the silent alarm had triggered? Two minutes, ten, twenty... five!? How long had she been out!?
"This is the police. We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up!" A voice amplified through a megaphone announced. Lenna turned to Michael, reaching forward to grab her hand.
"Hightail it, yeah... I think we can break out the bathroom windows nearby."
The sirens echoed down the streets as the patrol cars made their way across town. When the initial call came out from the dispatcher that a 7-11 had it's silent alarm activated all local cars set out. And when later calls came in about gunshots being heard another call came out from the dispatcher instructing another group of cars to make their way to the scene. Initially there were three cars, and following the second call another five made their way. The later five were coming from varied locations that were farther away than the initial three and as such would have staggered arrivals after the first three would arrive.
The first car to arrive pulled into the parking lot and was pointed at the building so the dash-cam could record the event. The following two cars were positioned so that no vehicle could come in or exit whether it be the perps or some bystander. Exiting the vehicles, guns in hand, the police moved to gain cover behind their cars in the event the robber opened fire again. It was then that the bodies of two men laying on the ground were spotted. As they may be in need of medical attention quick action was warranted. The rookie, officer Miller, and his partner, officer Sanchez approached the building as their squadmates were positioned to provide cover.
Officer Miller took point, his M9 raised he kicked in the glass door. An unneeded forced entry. Officer Sanchez followed with his Benelli M4 Super 90 raised. The pair entered through the now glassless door as an officer drew out his megaphone from the car and called out, "This is the police. We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up!" Following the address to all those inside another car arrived on the scene. The car pulled up alongside the building, pointed at a side door. Another car was soon to arrive and would be stopping on the opposite side, the side in which the bathrooms are located.
The sound of a crash carried across the store to the back where the Ranger and L were, and after that the sound of an officer on a megaphone blared in. It was time to have already been gone. Immediately the Ranger began to strategize and plot out a few methods of escape when suddenly L reached out and took him by her hand. "Hightail it, yeah... I think we can break out the bathroom windows nearby." She quickly stated before yanking the Ranger out the door and further down the hall. Having been so rapidly pulled into running the Ranger never really had any balance as she was led to the bathroom and when they reached it and stopped he would have fallen over from the momentum still carrying him were it not for him reaching out his female arm to grab L's arm for a moment.
"So far it sounds like the police have yet to place a car on this side of the building, but more than likely one is on the way.
“Well then,” Lenna muttered. She leaned into the moment as she steadied the blonde. A quick clean unzip revealed a black vest underneath Lenna’s leather jacket. It was form fitted, bullet-proof, made of a light Kevlar material. Lenna tore open the Velcro flap that lay atop it in a single sweep, revealing the holsters for three guns of varying sizes. One was empty, the obvious slot of the TASER from before. The second housed a PT145. Her hand hung over the polished silver of the barrel a split-second, then dropped the tear a HK USP Tactical Pistol from its sheathe. Her hand whipped to her side and pulled a silencer from the inner lining of the coat, screwing it on. It all took less than 2 seconds. The HK USP Tactical Pistol lined up with the window for the shot. A single silenced .45 caliber bullet flew into the pane. Glass shattered outward onto the pavement with minimal sound. . “That should save us some time.”
Lenna let go of Michael, stepping forward to scrape glass free of their escape route with the silencer of the gun. A hand gripped on the window sill. Lenna lifted herself up and over, lowering a hand to help blond ranger-girl up.