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.
You could poison him. You could stab him. You could lure him out into the open, and gun him down. Sending someone else to do it, to do any of these things, is a real time-saver, but it lacks the personal touch one would want in the act of murder. That little thing. The thing people remember. Tell stories about. Love. The kiss on the toxic love letter's seal. The gift of a funeral plot or tombstone while smiling in their face.
Lenna could have done any of about a billion different things as a professional assassin in order to take out her old boss. But since it was personal, she'd felt the need to give it that little smooch and do the deed herself. Not without help, though.
Getting through airport security had been a &$#&!.
Two tickets. Two people. Her and Michael. Michael and her. Going to kill a boss. They'd have to do some planning, once they got through the jetlag in the hotel room. For now, sleep worked just fine.
Two tickets for a flight to Columbia. Not exactly how the Ranger would have traveled to a non-permissive environment to eliminate someone. He would rather something with less of a trail, even if that meant flying in back with cargo on a C130 or similar transport. Which is actually a lot more pleasant than people would think.
Either way they were in Columbia to see to a change in power by violent means. And their was always an easy way to accomplish that, shoot them in the head. A bullet through the brain stem is the quickest and only guaranteed way to kill someone instantly.
To that end they had secured armaments would be there for them. When going into what was most likely to be a very nasty situation, the Ranger always liked to have a nice pistol chambered for .357 Sig. Sure any round can be manufactured to get 12 inches of penetration and deposit all their energy in the target's body, but no other hand gun caliber did it while opening a cavity in the body as big as the .357 Sig hollow-point could. Not to mention the damage one could do with a few good rifles and shotgun.
Though, evacuating a man's skull could wait. For now, sleep.
"So, here's the layout of the compound. Cortez's office is here. He has about 30 assassin girls now as bodyguards. He's beefed up security. Any ideas?" She had a few. But she liked turning the floor over to him to hear his thoughts. She liked his thoughts.
With morning came a pot of black coffee and Cortez' compound's layout spread out. Lenna gave a few bits of information that wouldn't be on the layout and then asked him for ideas. He turned the it a little to get a better view of it as he studied it. It wasn't massive like compounds he had infiltrated in the past, which made it more difficult. More ground to be guarded led to more blind spots during a guard change.
"There're a few ways we might could do it." The Ranger began, not looking up from the paper. "Do we want to try an' avoid killin' the guards or jus' drop anythin' in the way."
If they made a point to avoid the guards they would have to plan a much more precise operation. If it didn't matter they had more options. A covert assault, eliminating guards one at a time and moving in under the cover of darkness, or a loud entrance where they used theatrics to distract the guards so they could eliminate them.
"I think a stealthy entrance is the best entrance." Lenna dropped her focus to the map. Her eyes narrowed seriously. "I know some of Cortez's guards. I trained alongside many of them. They're not the kind of enemy I'd want to fight."
To wrap up her statement, Lenna reiterated. "The less messy this is, the better. I don't want to engage anyone but Cortez, if I can help it. I'd rather have these women alive, and on my side."
A stealthy operation with no casualties, if at all possible. Such an operation would require a higher degree of finesse and more planning. Keeping that in mind the Ranger moved his fingers across the layout, tracing routes.
"We'll have t' scale the wall... here." The Ranger began, thinking out loud. "Most cover on approach an' this buildin' covers us from bein' seen as soon as we land inside." He ran his finger around the building and then back around the other way. "We move aroun' it this way, you stayin' back a ways. I'll have superior night vision t' any guards that way. We'll have t' cross this one open area and then we break in the buildin'. Pick the lock if needed and possible, if not we may have to go loud."
As he went over ideas, she watched him approvingly. They were good ideas, but... she had inside information.
Lenna pointed to a place on the map inside the compound.
"There's a glass skylight here. And a scalable wall, here. We could get in that way. There's also a side entrance that I don't see outlined on these schematics... but that's used more by the help. I guess it's supposed to be a secret. It'd probably have a bit more protection, but it's a clean shot to Cortez."
That wouldn't be as stealthy, but it would be quick and painless. Then, painful. For him.
The Ranger noted where Lenna indicated alternative entrances, a skylight and a side entrance. All entrances to the building had the potential to draw more attention to them than they would want. With whichever they went with they would be tossing the dice.
”The skylight then. We scale the buildin’, cut a hole in the glass, repel in. Then we locate and eliminate the target, at this point we'll most likely need t' drop anyone we see so we won't need t' fight the whole of his guard on the way out."
"Sounds about right." She said, lacing her hands behind her head and leaning back in her chair to stretch. "Again, we'll try and keep the casualties low. I know it's suboptimal, but I trained with some of these ladies. We don't have to kill them. If we don't have to..." 'Why should we?' her eyes seemed to ask.
"We should probably strike at nightfall. We'll have the element of surprise. I've already got all the heavy lifting done to get someone set up as the replacement once he's offed to fill the vacuum of power, so we don't have to hesitate to kill him at all."
"Killing will only be a necessity is we fail or if we run across people after we enter the buildin'. So let's not fail." The Ranger stepped back from the layout. "Assaulting it at night goes without saying, only way we'd have a chance."
The idea of how they are infiltrating the base knocked out the Ranger shifted to the equipment. "One rifle, shortbarrel with a suppressor and underslung shotgun, just in case, one sidearm, suppressed, and climbing gear. a few spare mags in case it gets ugly. We need to travel light and in black, which means gloves and camo facepaint. White skin in moonlight is easy to see against black." The comments were mostly him thinking out loud.
Nodding, Lenna went off to make sure preparations would be done on-time.
***
Some time later.
It was dark, with nary a star in the sky. The stars had been blotted out by nearby lights. There was still plenty of darkness to slip through, though. And slip through it, they did. It was time to begin the operation.
Nighttime operations were not something unfamiliar to the Ranger, but South American jungles were not something he had much experience in. Though, tactically speaking, they seemed to be about the same as dense forests which he did have plenty of experience in.
He moved through the darkness, his eyes constantly scanning the area for any patrols outside of the compound. Having dressed in all black, including gloves and having painted up his face with camouflage, so no skin showed he would be hard to see from a distance with all but thermal optics, but someone only a few yards away still might see him.
A Sig 516 slung across his chest. The rifle had a short, threaded barrel with suppressor attached to the end returning the weapon to near it's normal length, a foregrip and underslung shotgun, and a medium power scope. It was his preparation for the worst. Aside from that he had a tomahawk at his waist, and a suppressed Sig 226 strapped to his right thigh.
He held the rifle by the grip and foregrip, holding it silent as he moved to where he could see the walls of Cortez' compound keeping away from Lenna so her aura didn't kill his ability to see infrared light. He raised the rifle and used the scope to watch the guards
The sights of Lenna's own rifle moved across the area, pausing once or twice to focus on guards. She could see at least two stationed by security towers along the battlements. Her focus dropped to the grounds below and she switched on her night vision scope. One guard yawned. And then, a hand shot up to grab the guard around the neck. There was a flash of silver. The guard was lowered gently to the dirt.
Lenna blinked and paused a fraction of a second. And then she looked to Michael.
His infrared vision died down as she got close enough to tell him things had gone to crap. It was time to move.
With his right eye the Ranger looked down the scope and watched the guards individually, with his left he surveyed the whole side of the compound. With his left eye he saw a blur of motion from a warm body moving to another body and it dropped. Then it was gone.
A moment later his vision faded to blackness as his eyes returned to normal, Lenna was approaching him. He turned to face her and brought up his left hand and made a gesture like he was shielding his eyes from the sun, signaling he saw.
This didn't change the mission, just complicated it. This new rouge element could set off the guards and make this impossible, and he might confuse them for the guards.
The Ranger pointed to Lenna then at himself, turned and pointed at a section of wall, and then held up his left palm facing her and used his right to make a T. Indicating they would go in over the top of that wall section. Then he turned and headed toward the compound.
Somebody was trying to assault Cortez while they were. The way she thought things were in Columbia was wrong. Slate's vice grip (or whatever grip he'd had) needed tightening. Which meant after this was all over, she'd have to Lucy Liu it and seize control. There'd be a few less dissenters and troublemakers after she was done running across the table.
Lenna watched Michael's orders and moved quickly, silently, to follow them. She got her things ready for the wall.