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.
Ranger strained but held the wall up until Rex was clear. She then dropped it and leaned on the improvised jack breathing hard. It was a good thing Rex crawled out when he did as Ranger could see a bend had started in the barrel. Steel is tough, but the barrel of the shotgun was only so thick.
Rex was breathing hard and Ranger could tell the man was in excruciating pain. He asked Ranger to check his leg. Ranger nodded and dropped to her knees next to Rex’s leg. There was blood and the material was ripped up. Worse yet, the leg itself looked both turned and bent wrong.
”I gotcha. Lay back, think comfortin’ thoughts.” Ranger said as she opened a pouch on her vest and produced a pair of trauma shears. She cut the leg off the jeans like she was manking a half a pair of Daisy Dukes and then bisected the section she’d removed. Laying it open she could see the leg. It was not pretty..
”Y’ got a few cuts, nothin’ too deep.” Ranger gently palpated the leg, along both sides of the leg from the hip down to the ankle. ”Femur is okay, no breaks… Patella’s okay—No… Y’ got a tear, it shouldn’ move like that. An’ y’ tibia is broken in two places. Fibula might be sprained. Cain’ tell.” Ranger got up and looked around. ”I’ll call f’r help an’ get y’r leg stabalized. Either y’ heal it with y’r Jesus magic ‘r y’r in f’r a long medical run.”
The house might not have anything perfect for the job, but it shouldn’t be hard to find something to use as a splint and bandages. Ranger left the room and head for the master closet.
Ranger nodded. They felt they could understand to a greater degree than most people what Mirror was saying. While the gender shifting was old hat for Mirror and new to Ranger, recent developments had made it not so regular in interval for either of them.
”I’m not sure what I’m goin’ t’ do with regards t’ appearances. Do I just own it an’ be one person with two faces publicly, ‘r be closer t’ two people. Even with simple things. Like names. T’ my kid I’m Dad but also sometimes Mom.” The mom who takes her shopping.
The physical changes seemed to surprise Gawain somewhat. He had exclaimed at Ranger’s beyond Arnold level physique. Gender changes, not so impressive to a gender shifter, but changing into a hulking mass of muscle and back was always a sight.
”More ‘r less. I’ve experimented a little. Seems like whatever my power feels is most necessary t’ keep me alive is the default. An’ each form can do different things.” Ranger held up both hands and counted on them separately to indicated the powers listed were in a different basket. ”Strength, bone toughness, slash ‘r puncture resistance, enhanced sight. All male powers. Speed, abrasion resistance, electrical ‘r thermal resistance, enhanced hearin’. All female powers. Breathin’ enhancement seems t’ work in both forms.”
There was a pedestal with two contacts on top. Ranger walked over to it and put her hands near it. ”So in theory I can take a bullet. I used t’ be able t’ do it. Pretty instantaneously my skin would change. Now, it’s delayed if I have t’ switch.” Ranger put a hand on each of the leads. A light turned on and a display that was directed where Gawain could see showed the level of current. It shot up to a dangerous but not fatal level and Ranger’s face twisted into a pained grimace for a second. Then their form shifted again, returning to her female form and the level of current dropped as Ranger’s electrical resistance became too high for the circuit to complete. Then Ranger released the contacts and stumbled back a step, breathing heavier. ”The switches can be taxin’ if they happen too close t’gether.”
Rex answered Ranger as he worked to free himself. Ranger shifted her hands and kept trying to lift the wall. It was odd, like she was working with the strength she had fifteen years—subjective time—ago. Rex gave instructions on which section to lift.
”Got it.” Ranger said before she started lifting on it. It didn’t want to move.
Rex told Ranger to not worry about hurting him. Ranger stepped back from the wall and quickly looked around the room.
”I got this.” Ranger said as she shot across the room and grabbed some rock. It had writing carved into one face but was rounded across the top and the back. Ranger slid it next to the wall section and unslung her shotgun. ”Time f’r some redneck engineerin’.” Ranger said with a grin.
Shotgun freed from the sling, she dropped the magazine and made sure the chamber was clear. Then she produced her tomahawk and pushed the handle into the barrel of the shotgun. It went in a little and got stuck. Ranger flipped the weapon around and slammed it into the ground a few times until the handle had gone up the barrel and wedged itself in real good. The most redneck of cheater pipes. ”Have gun, will travel.” Ranger said as she slid the tomahawk end of her improvised lift-a-majig under the edge of the wall and used the stone as a fulcrum. She then shoved on the butt of the shotgun.
This time, the wall could move a little. Ranger was basically laying across the thing to get it to take weight off the wall. ”G-go.” Ranger said through gritted teeth
”Y’re okay. Jus’ a little wet, but okay.” Ranger cooed as she gently stroked her daughter’s wet back.
It was a little later that big Emma arrived and began making sure everyone was alright and asking Ranger about her powers. Ranger put her hand on little Emma’s head as she buried her head in Ranger’s shoulder.
”She’ll be okay. She’s jus’ spooked by the fall an’ the excitement.” Ranger said, then followed it with a, ”Thank y’.” as she accepted the towel. ”Speed is one of my things. The gender swap, tha’s pretty new.” Ranger wrapped Emma in the towel as her cries simmered. ”See, Emma. ‘s’not so bad. Jus’ a little water.” Ranger said before kissing his daughter on the head. ”Now, we need t’ get y’ some new clothes… An’ I need t’ find my shoes. Cain’t go walkin’ ‘round with the piggies out.”
Emma smiled at the piggy reference. Her face was still red and contorted like she was crying, but the smile was a start. ”There should be somewhere ‘round here t’ buy some toddler clothes. Maybe there’ll’ve changin’ rooms. Bonus momma day f’r y’, Emms.” That drew a bigger smile from the child. To the adult Emma Ranger said, ”This is new t’ me post de-age. Wadn’ a thing back when y’ turned me int’ an underwear model.”
Mag change done, Ranger resumed unleashing hate on the crocheads. They were surging toward her. Ranger’s feet kept moving, movement was key. Ranger was moving toward the door when suddenly the wall was gone. There was more room to maneuver in but disappearing walls was not a good sign. Especially when they happen to have been moved closer to Rex.
Ranger clicked over the selector on her shotgun and it went from semi auto to full auto. She worked the trigger to fire in two to three shot bursts at the crocodile men. She could see the wall falling toward Rex and was attempting to burn a hole through the targets straight to assist Rex.
Meanwhile, Rex was working to rescue his own self. The man was exploding section of the wall. A good start, but not a complete solution. It still came down on the man.
The sorceress was right over Rex. Ranger was desperately trying to get to Rex but the crocodile men were surging to block her off. For ever one she put down, another took its place. The space was too small for her to make use for her speed and go around or over.
The mag went empty and Ranger had to ditch the shotgun for her pistol. The sorceress was right over Rex and they were talking. Ranger couldn’t make it out over the sound of her gunfire and the crocodiles.
Ranger got a moment, one single moment where the shot was clear. She immediately pivoted and fired a double tap directly at the sorceress’s dome piece. In that instant there was a flash of azure light.
Bullets struck the far wall and the crocodile men broke apart. The magic animating them leaving.
With a stumble, weight shifting weirdly as Ranger changed direction to travel directly toward Rex instead of her slightly roundabout approach she had been on, looking for an angle. ”Y’alright?” Ranger asked, sliding in next to Rex and lifting on the wall section. She didn’t have her usual level of strength and she could feel her power pushing against something inside itself. Like it was trying to find the groove it needed to enhance her strength. ”Where’d she go?”
Mirror always shifted at midnight. Ranger had heard they shifted day to day, midnight made as much sense as any other time for there to be the swap. Much more convenient than noon.
”I can relate, somewhat. I spent years livin’ two lives. They didn’t have the stark division of shiftin’ genders between them. Jus’ one life f’r home an’ one life workin’ darkside.” Outside of those with clearance, the only person who ever knew of Ranger’s clandestine work was Noel. The most secret of Ranger’s time Noel had deleted for her to unburden her and protect Noel from the risks of the knowledge. ”Now with the physical changes dividin’ my two lives… Well, it falls exactly on gender lines an’ there’s somethin’ else. I don’t quite understand.” Ranger walked to place herself in a place where large metal tiles surrounded her on five sides. ”Y’d think oh I just change sexes but I’m still a man in here, but y’ might have noticed I don’t move exactly like I’m jus’ a man in a woman’s body. Often, especially if my focus is elsewhere, it’s like my body will move some on its own. I’ll move in more feminine ways, select more feminine attire, an’ so on. Like this body has a mind of its own.” Ranger said then pivoted her comments back to Gawain, "Y' movin' more t' gender neutral as y' power becomes more common knowledge?"
Ranger chuckled at the comment about figuring out the underwear. ”Yeah… Find things that change shape ‘r else this will cause a disaster. CLASS, engage movement one.” Ranger called out to the room and there was a beep from the control panel before the panels around Ranger moved. They closed, trapping Ranger in place. She held out her arms and caught two of the walls before the one above her pressed down on her back. She strained against the tiles as they compressed. Then her body shifted. Her muscles grew to inhuman proportions as the force needed increased. Alsong with it their body shifted into its formerly normal male self. Once the shift was complete the muscles erupted into an enormous size and the machinery was audibly straining to compress Ranger.
After a few more seconds, the panels backed away and Ranger’s body began to shrink down to a normal male body size. ”I cain’ control the swap, but my power does. It’s like it decides what is needed f’r the immediate situation and changes me t’ it.”
The shotgun barked as Ranger moved along one wall of the room. She was focusing on clearing the way for Rex but had to occasionally rotate back to drop a hostile in front of herself. Instead of scarabs or jackals, the sorceress had summoned crocodile men. Either way, the flashbang had been a slight distraction. Mostly for the sorceress herself.
The crocodiles were tough. The shotgun could do devastating damage to the creatures, but some took two to three salvos before they gave up the metaphorical ghost. Ranger was focused on them, but did notice that Rex had made it into the room. She quickly dropped a crocodile that had made its way into her path before turning back and clearing the way for Rex.
All the attention drawn to herself and those who had stayed in Rex’s way dropped, Ranger now had to act on the defensive. She had almost reached the far corner she was working toward, but stopped and back tracked. She needed to move back toward the door. Lead the crocodile men away from Rex and the sorceress. ”C’mon, y’ gator wannabes. I know y’r mad y’ got all them teeth an’ no toothbrush. I can solve that f’r y’... Manually.” Ranger dropped a magazine and quickly worked to lock in a new one.
There wasn’t much of a reaction to Ranger stating that she had been in previous situations making her a woman. It made sense, if nothing else, Gawain’s daughter Iris would cause it to happen to those around her . Like Cold Steel… and Ranger when he met up with Cold Steel once.
Ranger nodded at Gawain saying he was born with the gender swapping. That would make it easier, just growing up doing it made it more innately manageable.
”That sounds like a brilliant way t’ go about it. Especially when y’r born with the power.” Ranger said before looking at the setting she’d created. The floor had finally stopped rearranging. ”What’s got y’ questionin’ it lately?” Ranger wasn’t sure if that was the best way to phrase the question or how exactly to ask the question she was asking. It wasn’t just a why but also a clarification on what she was asking. Having had the experience of gender changing in her past allowed her to adapt to what half her life had become, but she was still fumbling darkly through the permanence of the swapping. It wasn’t just that she happened to be a woman briefly, it was now that she was about half the time always and forever more.
From there, Ranger took off her plaid button up, boots, and jeans, leaving her standing there in ranger panties and a sports bra. Aside from the bare feet it was a normal athletic outfit, like Ranger was about to lift some weights. The removed clothing was hung up on the hooks that CLASS had provided..
Ranger nodded to Gawain. Travis had indeed been the one who messed up their power. The same Travis who had tested his magic on Gawain’s kid. Thankfully, where Ranger had failed, Mirror and Cold Steel had succeeded. Ranger felt that her involvement had rushed Travis and led to his mistakes that got him caught. Made her power altering worth it.
”That… Is a word f’r it.” Ranger said, ”Emma—my daughter—loves it. Noel said I can be the kid’s mom role model.” Ranger shook her head and smiled, ”So… At least my family’s benefittin’.”
There was a screen near the door and Ranger made her way over to it and poked at if for a few seconds to set the program. She could have used voice commands, but she liked tactile interactions. As she set up CLASS she said, ”Yeah. I can learn t’ work with bein’ a woman. This weirdly idn’ the first time.” Ranger had body swapped with Lori and Noel. Not to mention she still had memories she lifted from her time with Noel’s power floating around in her head. They had made adapting easier. ”It’s the switchin’ that gets me. T’ me, I’m always me, but t’ others I’m sometimes me sometimes other me.” Ranger pushed a final button and the scene mostly stayed the same but a place to hang clothes appeared and several floor panels began to move to create spaces where Ranger could force her power to activate. ”How d’ y’ manage it?”
The combination of morning sun and the the sword Rex carried illuminated the second floor as the pair returned to it. Water still ran in small thin streams and dripped here and there, but it was uncontrolled and waning. Rex led the way through the space and into a hall that ended with an open door past a corner.
As Rex turned to face Ranger, there were distinct sounds of stone things moving across and clawing into wood. A sure sign that the scarab summoner was in the room. Ranger met Rex’s eyes and questioning eyebrow with a small shrug and a wave small shake of the shotgun. Have gun will travel.
Ranger then used her support hand to point to herself and then gestured with a knife hand to the door and cocked it to the side, indicating she would go in and peel off to one side. Then she pointed at Rex and held up a hand to halt followed by two fingers then indicated to move in and go the opposite direction.
Then to really drive the point home, Ranger held up bunny ears behind her head and smiled. She was the rabbit.
Rex had the best shot of stopping the summoner from what Ranger had seen. Ranger could manage the summoned things for a time. Hopefully draw as many of the constructed beings toward her as possible before Rex entered. Provide the clearest shot for the man,
From there Ranger gave a thumbs up and then a three count. On zero she tossed a flash grenade before charging in. The bright light and concussive noise punctuating her entry into the room. She peeled to one side and let the shotgun bark. Her focus was clearing the threats on the opposite side. Give Rex a clear shot into the room.
The email had been cryptic and Ranger had noted the moment that Gawain realized what it had been about. Ranger had also caught at least one glance from Gawain as the pair of them walked. It must be interesting for Mirror to not be the only gender shifter anymore.
Ranger led the way through Haven toward CLASS as she spoke to Gawain. ”Long story short, a mystic dorked up my powers.” Ranger said and turned to face a door that was immediately unlocked. She opened it and entered a hallway, holding the door for Gawain. ”Sveta sent me after Samuel Travis. I tracked him down and my team an’ I stormed his hideout. I caught him by surprise an’ he used an unfinished spell on me. I think my power goin’ wild would have ripped me apart but another mystic stabilized it. It idn’ just some spell though. There’s no lingerin’ magic. This is part of my power now.”
A heavy door sat in front of Ranger, a light flashed above it and it opened for her. Inside was CLASS. Ranger led the way, ladies first after all. ”Half my power seems bound t’ my normal form. Half my power is bound t’ this one… where I look almost like my wife. But shorter.”
Ranger didn’t have to wait long before she saw Mirror arrive at Haven. She watched Mirror on the camera system as he approached. So it was that Ranger was ready and waiting as Mirror approached the front desk and introduced himself as Gawain. Ranger had heard Mirror used different names.
Extending a hand to Gawain, Ranger introduced herself, ”Howdy. I’m Michael Hunter. Ranger.” Then with a gesture to herself, ”Y’ might can see why I reached out t’ y’.”
Grabbing her phone and barely managing to stick it a little into a back pocket, Ranger stepped around the security desk. ”Buzz us through, Tedward.”
“Yes, sir. Ma’am… Sir-ma’am. Uh. Ranger.” Tedward stammered as he clicked away at a keyboard, clearing the way for Ranger and Mirror to head to CLASS.
”Just as odd f’r my staff as it is f’r me I think… C’mon. I cleared us a place t’ chat where there aren’t pryin’ ears.”
Ranger was still getting a handle on their new powers. Ever since their encounter with the mystic Samuel Travis, Ranger had similar abilities to before but they were fractured. Powers split along two forms and utilizing the powers of one form or the other instigated a change between them. Physical changes while their power was active was not something Ranger was unused to, it was a large part of how their power had worked. However, following their power being altered by a mystic attack Ranger found their power led to a much more significant change. They physically changed sexes.
It was rather slow going adapting to the changes. Ranger was slowly understanding the form switching in relation to their powers as they were used. It was the social aspects that were proving more difficult to manage. Being married, having a daughter, running a business, performing dark side operations. Everything was further complicated. Sure, Ranger had been in situations where they were a woman before but those seemed to be limited in time and generally related to a body swap. What had happened was more permanent while also transient in nature.
For Ranger the switching was becoming a new normal and they wanted help in adapting. They knew of one other person who had a similar power who could help them. The X-Man, Mirror Grey-Morris .
Getting a message to Mirror was not difficult. Ranger could have gone through Cold Steel, but they didn’t even need to do that. Ranger just sent an email. It was sent by a Haven email address, hoping good will between Haven and the Mansion would keep Mirror from just marking it spam.
In the email Ranger introduced themselves and that they were a friend of Sam. The email contained an apology for not being successful in apprehending the mystic who had attacked their child. It also mentioned that during the siege on Travis’ base of operations, Ranger had been hit by some magical effect that altered their power and that Mirror might be able to understand their situation and give them some advice. Ranger invited Mirror to Haven and signed off with ‘Michael Hunter, Ranger’.
When Ranger heard back they appropriated the use of CLASS. As Haven’s answer to the Danger Room, it felt the best place to demonstrate their power if necessary while having a talk. The room reserved, Ranger waited at the security desk for Mirror. Much to the annoyance of the guard on duty who now had the head boss chilling with them.
A few days prior Ranger had been out shopping with Emma. Someone had to be the mother and now that Ranger could change between male and female she had started filling that role more and more often. So Ranger was still in her female form. A form that while not exact, was close enough in appearance to her wife, Noel, that often the employees of Blac-Tac had to do a double take to know if it was Ranger or Noel. If nothing else, the plaid button ups were a good indication it was Ranger.
Ranger gave his daughter, Emma, a lot of freedom. Likely more than most other parents gave their three-year-olds. Most parents could throw a truck or sprint faster than most cas on the road. This meant that as he spoke with the adult Emma he let his daughter wander more than he should.
Adult Emma was watching child Emma more than Ranger was as they spoke. Adult Emma didn’t know how immediate Ranger’s response to Emma could be. So it was Adult Emma who saw child Emma at the fountain first.
Ranger looked where adult Emma had pointed. Child Emma had climbed up on the stone around the fountain, ”Emma, get down!” Ranger called to his daughter, using his military voice which boomed out across the park. As he yelled, he stood. The yell caught child Emma’s attention and she turned to Ranger but in her childlike movements she overbalanced herself and fell backwards toward the water.
In a flash Ranger was moving. He didn’t know how deep the water in that fountain was but he wasn’t about to sit by and just see if Emma was okay. Ranger ran and as they did they changed. With each step they moved faster and their body changed until they were moving over 100 miles per hour, shoes flying off their now much smaller female feet. Ranger reached the fountain in seconds, hair flying into her face at her rapid deceleration.
”Emma! Emma, are you okay?” Ranger asked as she plucked her daughter out of the water. It wasn’t too deep for the child, but the fall had scared the kid and she was wet and crying. ”It’s okay, my little potato. I’m here.”
After a moment, Ranger’s head was no longer spinning and she was able to stand and keep her balance. She was not amused to now know what laundry felt like. At the same time Ranger could see Rex giving a once over on Flo. To Ranger she was a hostile actor and her death would be an unfortunate resolution were the head injury to prove fatal. Ranger knew that her view on life and death in a combat situation was callous and borderline inhuman but she couldn’t worry about those who had tried to kill her when there was still a job to do.
Ranger knew that leaving Flo on the ground, bleeding from a head wound must be tearing him up. Ranger viewed Rex as the better man for it. It was easy to move mountains to help those you cared about as Ranger would. It took a real hero to care for those who stood against you.
Rex said it was time to get a move on and Ranger nodded back. Ranger took up position behind Rex as Rex brought forth a sword of light. It was game time. Ranger loosed the sling on her shotgun and flexed her fingers on the stock. They didn’t know what the sorceress would bear, but in their last encounter there had been scarabs and jackals. Double-ought buckshot seemed to work rather well before. Hopefully it would work again.
”Y’ get t’ her. I’ll clear the road.” Ranger said following Rex up the stairs, touching her support hand to Rex’s arm to indicate which side she was on and guide him off center on the stairs.. She walked hard to one side so she had a clear shot past Rex at whatever the sorceress sent.