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.
When they had made their way up the stairs and and through the rundown building to the one door that looked nice, the Ranger knocked. A tv on the other side could be heard and before long so could steps closing in on the other side of the door. The Ranger took the chance to glance down the hallway insuring no one else was there.
And the check for witnesses would prove useful, once the occupant had looked through the peep hole there was the sound of someone stumbling and then loud scrambling around the room. "I guess he idn't thrilled ta see me."
A half step back, a turn to the side, and then the Ranger rammed his shoulder into the door bursting it open. The door swung open revealing a room which couldn't be more the opposite of the rest of the dilapidated building. High definition television, expensive guitars, art, and many other valuable things were all around the room which didn't even have paint peeling off the walls yet. And on the far side of the room was a scrawny little guy wearing obviously expensive clothes trying to figure out how to open his window and get to the fire escape.
"Eugene, seriously there's no need fer this." The Ranger moved across the room, vaulted over the couch and relocated Eugene from the window to an armchair. "I'm only here fer some infermation, jus' me an' a friend."
"Yeah...yeah, you say that now, but before long you'll need more information and I'll be whisked away to some place God knows where and be interrogated."
"No, tha's not goin' t' happen. I just need to know if you know who could fence somethin' as hot as the Mona Lisa?"
"I can't say...I don't know, she...er, I have no idea what your talking about."
Not willing to deal with his bs, the Ranger walked off toward the kitchen and called out to Lenna. "See if you can get anythin' out of him while I get somethin' ready."
Torturing someone does not yield valid information, only the thing the person thinks you want to hear. The trick is to make the person incredibly uncomfortable without actually doing damage. For that the Ranger dug around for a pot, turned on the water and began to fill it up.
As Michael left for the kitchen, Lenna turned back to Eugene. A dangerous smile drew across her lips. She took a few slow steps towards him, and...
One minute later, Eugene was all words. Lenna called back to Michael from the living room. "He's talking. Get back here so I don't have to make him repeat things." She turned back to Eugene. He shrank under her stare.
Once Michael was back, Eugene began.
"She'll hurt me for this, I just know it..."
"Eugene," Lenna chided. "Who?"
"Cera Taupsiane," Eugene's voice wavered. He fretted with his hands. "Her and her friends..."
"So, she's someone who could fence it? She'd have the guts and the connections?" Eugene nodded. Lenna's eyes narrowed. "I'm going to need more information. She'll never know it was you. Give it to me." She smiled sweetly.
Eugene gave her everything he knew. Once he was finished, Lenna looked to Michael. "Anything else we need?" She asked. She sounded slightly pleased with herself.
The pot finally filled with water the Ranger dug around for a rag. He hardly had time to find one before he heard Lenna calling from the living room. Eugene was ready to talk. The Ranger looked to the pot, no need for that anymore waterboarding would have to wait until another day.
He hurried into the living room where Eugene spilled the beans on Cera Taupsiane, the fence who would be moving the Mona Lisa on the market. A little more pressure from Lenna and all the information they could want was dropped in their laps... Lenna must have really done a number on this guy.
"Anything else we need?"
That had seemed about it, they knew the fence's name, her location, and when to move in. Thankfully Eugene had known when her guards would be most distracted. A party with potential buyers was being held soon, they knew where and when, and getting in shouldn't be too hard. And guns are easier to conceal in fancy attire than on street clothes anyway.
"Well if we're gunna crash a party, I need a new car. A crashed up General or a pair a bikes jus' won' suffice." He looked to Eugene, "Got anythin' I can borrow fer a few days?"
Eugene was taken aback by the request but wasn't about to refuse, he just wanted both of them out of his apartment so he could get ready to flee town should he need to. "Yeah... keys are by the door. Just pick whatever you want, second level of the garage next door."
"Well thank ya kindly Eugene, I'll have it back to ya as soon as I'm done with it." He made his way over and took the whole lot of the keys, no sense deciding until you had a look at them.
The selection in the garage was noteworthy. There was a Mustang, a Ford Sprint, a Delorian, an SUV, an Audi R8, a Gremlin, and several other cars Lenna didn't know the names of. The Audi reminded her of a certain transforming mutant she'd met earlier that year. It was a nice car, with a stunning silver paint job. Very jazzy. She almost decided on it. Then, she realized a fact that annoyed her slightly.
Lenna turned and looked at Michael curiously. "How exactly are we bringing our cycles with us if we take one of these to the party tomorrow night? Should we come back for the vehicle and leave our cycles here when we do, or..." She returned her focus to the library of vehicles. "Some of these are big enough... we could take one of the nicer big trucks, and carry the motorcycles in the back."
With a wave of the hand and an "Adios." they were out of the apartment and before long in the garage. A plethora of automobiles lay out before them. The vehicles ranged from pony cars to SUVs and classics to nearly Semis in size. Sure there were some nice cars, but among the available cars there was nothing he cared for. He wanted a beast of a car, something that could fill the void of the General. A pony car wouldn't do, front wheel drive wouldn't do.... but a five ton, 26,000 GVWR, C7 Diesel would do.
Lenna turned to Michael and posed the question of what to do with their bikes, leave them here or take a truck and haul the bikes in the bed. The Ranger pointed to the far end of the line at a black Ford F650 truck. "I vote fer the Fordosaurus."
The Ranger made his way over to the truck, found the key in the grouping of keys, unlocked the truck and literally climbed inside the beast of a vehicle. The interior was done up like a King Ranch Edition of a Ford Super Duty or F150. Leather interior, screen for a back up camera and sonar, heated seats, power everything, and other luxury upgrades.
He stuck the key in the ignition and fired the baby up, a loud powerful roar erupted from under the hood. This was a truck.
The vehicle Michael pointed out was massive. 'Fordasaurus' was a fitting nickname. A small 'mhm' escaped her lips. Yeah. That'd do that trick. If they wanted to haul two motorcycles, it'd work. If they wanted to crash through any very large gates or drive over enemies, it would also work. It was a working vehicle. That much was certain.
Lenna approached it and eyed the interior. It was nice. She climbed in and sat down. Very nice. And the sound of the engine? "This vehicle is excellent," Lenna agreed. "Now, help me get those motorbikes into the bed. We can take it back to my place. The party isn't until tomorrow."
They loaded the cycles up and left.
As for what they did with the rest of their day? When one wanted to waste time, hot coffee and a deck of playing cards did the trick. The next evening came quickly.
The Fordasaurus approached the party like every other fancy vehicle did. It drove up like it owned the place. Paparazzi snapped photos. People were impressed. They stepped out onto the red carpet. Michael reluctantly passed the keys onto an unprepared valet. The man looks at the keys, then the car, then at them. The worry was obvious on his face.
"Good luck," Lenna said. She waved her way into the party, no questions asked.
The truck was moved so the bikes could be loaded into the truckbed, a feat which, thanks to the height of the bed, was rather impressive. Following that, the Ranger more than likely caused a few New Yorkers to wet themselves in fear, a massive vehicle is intimidating on its own, even more so when it is being driven aggressively. As any truck driver can tell you, right of way is given to he with the larger vehicle; not legally mind you, but in practice for sure.
The remainder of the day was spent sipping on coffee and testing luck and poker faces over a deck of cards. And in preparation for the party the Ranger dug out a tux and his dancing boots, he had not had much chance to wear them recently and was looking forward to donning them again. A switch from his P226 to his P228, a compact form of the P226, and he had everything he needed.
Finally time for the party the Ranger pulled up in the Fordasaurus. The value of the car was no doubt comparable to all the other ritzy cars people drove here, but the truck could eat them all. Heck, one might say after a long drive you have to pick F150's out of the grill like birds.
The valet approached the Ranger after he made his way down from the cab of the mountain of a vehicle and the Ranger handed him the key, reluctantly, as the valet stared at the truck a look of horror on his face. Lenna wished the man luck and he drove off, the sound of a minor collision reaching their ears as he he rounded the corner clipping a light pole and in the garage knocking out a headlight by destroying the back end of a Mercede which spun around and ruined the side of a Lexus which moved sideways into a Lamborghini.
The Ranger sighed after hearing the crash, and offered his arm to Lenna, in her red Manchurian-Chinese qipao, to lead the way into the party.
Lenna took that arm. She smiled at Michael. "You look dashing, by the way."
The two of them went through a doorway, down a short hall. Eventually, they came to the ballroom. It was massive, with sloping ceilings, jeweled chandeliers, balconies and upper levels. On the lowest level was the dance floor. Up above, plenty of room for casual conversations, tables for wine-drinking, refreshments, and the like. The dance floor was busy, but not too busy. People were arranged around it on the outer rings of the floor, like satellites attracted the to pull of the dance. One could tell the major players from the small fries by where they stood. The more important the person, the higher up they were on the level. The rich got to overlook the small. They sipped their expensive drinks away from the throng.
Lenna glanced upwards. "I don't see her," She commented. The woman they were looking for wasn't in any of the balconies, although some strange guards drew her eyes to the location like a target. Two hulking men stood, hands clasped behind their backs. Each wore an earwig and a dark suit, faintest hint of a white dress shirt underneath each expensive jacket. They had sharp haircuts, sharp being accurate both to describe the noteworthy expense of the fashion, and to note how pointed they were. If Elvis had had access to the gels and mousses of this day and age, a pencil sharpener, and a bad idea, he wouldn't have even come close to the pompadours these men were sporting. It was almost like each guard had a horn of hair.
Lenna looked away from the hair-horns. The hair was assaulting her sense of good taste. "Since she isn't out yet, why don't we dance a bit?" She suggested. "Kill time before the most important woman at the party arrives fashionably late."
They made their way into the building, no one even bothering to question them. When a pair of people look like they belong and move about like they own the place stopping them is the farthest from anyone's mind. Entering the ballroom was a sight, it was certainly a step up from the dance halls he was used to back down home. Multi leveled, balconies, jeweled chandeliers, and wine drinking. Not to mention a higher level of light. He was sued to one floor, wooden dance floor, dim lighting, live band, smell of smoke in the air, and beer and whiskey consumption.
Lenna informed the Ranger she couldn't see their target, "I can't see 'er either." He surveyed the area holding an impressed look on his face, better they think he admiring the decor than sizing up security. And from the look of it a new hair stylist, a giant spike of hair on top of your head does not, in fact, look good.
Due to the tardiness of their guest Lenna suggested they dance to pass the time. The Ranger did owe her a dance, and it is ungentlemanly to turn down an offer to dance from a lady.Though he wasn't sure what kind of dancing was done up, but the music was a nice simple four beats to a bar. You could two-step to it. "Certainly." The Ranger led the way up to the dance floor, explaining as he went. "This dance is called the two-step, some call it the Texas two-step. As in all partner dances the woman is always right and so she starts off with that foot. Without spins, turns, or stunts the dance is just, for you, is a right step backerds, bring the left to meet the right, a right step backerds, a full left step backerds, and then another right. With that continue with a step together, right, left, right, together. It is done in closed position, so facing each other, hand on your hip, yers on my shoulder."
The Ranger having broken through the crowd stood on the dance floor, took hold of her right hand with his left to pull it up to the side and brought up his right to place on her waist. He bent his knees slightly, with his boots on his feet would never leave the ground, instead they would slide across the floor as he lifted his heels making it look as if he was gliding across the dance floor."Ready?"
Beautiful, huh? That smile stayed. Maybe he wasn't such a lost cause after all. Lenna threw that into the back of her mind as the two of them entered the party and had a look around.
Music lead to dancing. The Ranger led the way.
He explained a dance he thought she might not have known. It was funny. Nobody had done much explaining the last time, with the more complex dancing they'd done, yet this time, it was something simple, and he gave a very detailed explanation. It wasn't as if Lenna was unfamiliar with the two-step. Sometimes, they covered it in old movies. It wasn't too hard to pick it up. Still, she listened as he explained, and took everything to heart. If he was giving lessons, it would have been rude of her to ignore em. The last thing she wanted to do was be rude.
Nope, she'd be nice.
He took her hand, and she put her arms comfortably on his shoulders. "Ready," Lenna replied.
The Ranger and Lenna both took up their positions and the Ranger listened to the music to pick up the tempo. Lenna informed him that she was ready, the Ranger gave a slight nod, and started off.
He slid his left foot, then his right, and soon they were moving across the floor. Traveling around the dance floor the Ranger's feet slid rather than him taking steps. This made it look as if he was gliding across the dance floor and should there be a misstep from either him or Lenna he would not be stomping on her toes.
As they navigated other dancers and rounded the floor, the Ranger would slightly push or pull on Lenna's right arm to non verbally cue her to the direction. She seemed to take to it very quickly, granted the dance is simple enough. So the Ranger added a turn. Once the basics are down other moves can be accomplished with ease. He pulled with his right arm on Lenna's waist while pushing her right arm back. While doing this he moved into a clockwise turn.
Everything turned, turned, turned. The people around her blurred as the room spun. As this happened, Lenna gathered two notable things.
One: He was a good dancer. A very good dancer. Not many men could say that. Some of the men on the dance floor just might have been jealous... and more likely, most of the women.
And Two: Though she didn't usually get dizzy, for some reason at the moment, she was just a bit lightheaded.
This last thing meant that when the Ranger had moved to turn them both, round and round on the dance floor, she'd failed... and stumbled into him, with her hand on his chest. It was a good thing he was sturdy. Otherwise, they'd have tumbled... and that would have been a step down from how things were now. She looked up into his eyes innocently. "Whoops."
They went into the turn and to the Ranger it seemed well enough, until Lenna stumbled. Normally when someone stumbles on the dance floor they go backwards and bust their heads on the floor if not caught. So, immediately after realizing Lenna stumbled he slid his right hand from her hip to the small of her back and brought down his left from her hand to her shoulder in an effort to keep her there.
Though, she instead went forward into him, her hand landing on his chest. So there they stood, her hand on his chest, looking up at him, and his arms around her.
"Whoops."
The Ranger cracked a small smile as he looked down at Lenna, she hadn't fallen all over the floor and the near fall had brought them closer than just dancing had. "Howdy."
The Ranger then felt a hand come down on his left shoulder, he rolled his eyes... of course this would happen... and turned to find the source of the hand. One of the guards with a spike for a haircut had made his way to them, one of his friends having joined him. The Ranger's left arm slid down off of Lenna as he shifted to face the guard. His right arm remained on Lenna's back.
"Sir, ma'am, we need you to come with us." the guard pulled back his jacket a small amount to reveal the grip on a sidearm. "Now."
The Ranger decided going was the better option. There were two of them, no problem, more around the room, almost a problem, crowd of people, a problem, the painting would probably be immediately whisked away if they fought now. Big problem. He turned his head to look back at Lenna and announced, "Well Gorgeous, looks like we get to see the VIP room!"
Somehow, the 'howdy' did it. Lenna bowed her head and laughed. "Hi." Her eyes focused on floor and chest. In her mind, Lenna fretted for something else to say. She came up empty. It was just... whatever it was, Lenna never had a chance to decide. Someone interrupted the 'moment'.
Her eyes rose to focus on him, narrowed. Gone was the pretty smile she'd worn. Replaced was the darkest look under the sun. Michael moved away, but kept an arm around her back. She glared at the guard. Of course, he had had to ruin everything. The rat Michael had borrowed the massive vehicle from must have told Cera everything, in a futile attempt to save his own skin.
Inwardly, she growled. Outwardly, Lenna donned an annoyed smile and a modicum of dignity.
The guard told them to follow. Immediately. The Ranger turned to her.
>>"Well Gorgeous, looks like we get to see the VIP room!" He said.
"You have terrible friends," She smiled back, fake as sucrose, but twice as sweet.
They'd have to teach the guards some manners. For now, though... Lenna followed Michael's lead. It was the best option. If they stayed and a fight broke out, innocent people could get injured, and the painting moved. In order to preserve their slim chance of succeeding in their mission, she let the guard think he had them right where he wanted.
He fell for it, moving behind them. He forced them along, off the dance floor, and down a hall to a waiting elevator. Another guard, hands clasped in front of him, waited patiently to tighten security. The guard shoved them into the car, and entered after them. The doors closed. An index finger depressed the button for a higher floor. It lit up. Up, they went. Straight to Cera's office. She was waiting.
200 lbs of yellow-skinned triceratops-lady in an alluring black dress stood, arms crossed, elbows held, in front of a rich mahogany desk. She smiled confidently at the two of them, as if she had every reason in the world to think she'd won. Green eyes jerked to a pair of French Louis XV Arm Chairs. The guards forced them to sit, holding their shoulders in place.
Neither guard was much for words. Maybe Cera liked that. She seemed to fill the void left by her strong, silent hired help with her own self-importance.
"I see you found your way to my office." She smiled. "Do make yourselves comfortable."
"Kind of hard to do with your guards meaty fingers on my shoulders..." Lenna met her serene green eyes with blue-green fire and an angry grin.
The Ranger regrettably removed his arm from Lenna, should something happen it was best he had his strong arm free. Granted, unless absolutely necessary he would refrain from aggressive moves for the sake of their objective.
The nearest guard directed them with an arm gesture and then followed in step behind them after they had made their way off the dance floor. Then, down a hall way and into an elevator. The guard could have directed them to go into the elevator, but instead he shoved them into the elevator. He then followed them in and up they all went.
At the end of the elevator ride was what was most likely Cera's office, and based on her positioning, the large dino-lady with a hubristic smile was Cera. The guards, at her eye gesture, forced both the Ranger and Lenna into a chair. Holding them in place at their shoulders.
"I see you found your way to my office. Do make yourselves comfortable."
"Kind of hard to do with your guards meaty fingers on my shoulders..."
"True."
The pressing of the guards into the Ranger's shoulders was uncomfortable, but such situations could always be worse. Shoulder pressing only inhibits standing, it does not remove the ability of someone to fight back; only delays it.
"How about a drink, or somethin' ta eat? I somehow missed the little waiter with the appetizers." The Ranger made a gesture like he was picking up little things from a platter. "No? Alright then."
Cera merely gave the Ranger a look, and then went on about business."Eugene has told me that you are here about the Mona Lisa. I am afraid that I have already found a buyer for my client's piece. One who is willing to pay, mind you." She ran a finger along the desk. "It doesn't matter anyway. I have it secured in a locked room on this level, not that it matters to you. It has a biometric lock and if the door is opened by any other means it will force itself closed and remove all air from the vault. As for you two, I cannot let people who try to steal from me go unpunished. There is a sound proof room down the hall, you will be taken there, and executed. Your bodies will then be disposed of."