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.
Ranger had to bring his other hand to the party to keep metal off Knightstick’s chest. The man’s metal was nearly vibrating with his anger and retaliation. Metal was chewing plastic and trying to flow back over the gap over his chest.
More plastic arrived courtesy of Quin to reinforce the restraint. Ranger caught sight of Quin taking a seat, the high demand of her power must be getting to her. Ranger trusted in the man Quin had been with. He would let the man have a shot. Worst case, Ranger would escalate the violence.
Violence escalation however proved to be not necessary. The man got his hand over to Knightstick’s bare chest and… Knightstick sputtered and went stiff. The man staggered back.
”Human taser?” Ranger asked before ripping the metal further and tossing two large chunks off Knightstick’s chest.
No metal flowed back.
Ranger ripped at the metal again, and again. Chunk after chunk Ranger stripped the metal skin from Knightstick. Only one arm broken, Knighstick was thrown out of the tent by Ranger as he breathed heavily. His massive physique’s demand on his endurance making itself known.
”Zip ties only. He controls metal… that he touches I guess.” Ranger called to a pair of officers who were standing with their guns drawn on Knightstick. They looked at eachother but another officer called to them.
“He’s SUPER.”
The officer’s holstered their guns and jumped into work.
Ranger turned and looked to Quin and her friend. A deep breath and his body began to reduce in size. ”Small world, Quin. An’ good job, both ‘f y’.”
For a few moments Ranger’s existence was pain. His eyes saw stars, his ears rang, and everything smelled purple. Not to mention he could feel a trickle of blood on his head. Ranger brought a hand up and touched it. Wet. He looked at his hand. Yup, blood.
While Ranger was attempting to unscramble his brain, the world kept moving. The problem was the world was currently experiencing a Mercury in the microwave movement. Akh wanted to break free, but to get there it seemed another had to bite the dust, but she would have to deal with the la Bohemians of New York City and their rhapsodies of defense, and at least one good old fashioned lover boy. Once the city was safe, they would rock her.
A call from the other man in the tent who wasn’t coated in metal drew Ranger’s attention and snapped his head back into the game.
Knightstick had a significant mass of plastic smooshed around him–good job, Quin–and the other man was hanging on. It was a little handsy, but if it worked. He was yelling something. Ranger squinted his eyes and finally his audio processing caught up.
Open the tin can.
Ranger nodded–that hurt–and said, ”One can opener comin’ up.”
Moving forward Ranger slammed his arm into Knightstick’s chest. From there he grabbed the shirt and ripped it half off. There was a clear dent in the metal skin. Ranger hit it again and then snagged an edge with his fingers.
As Ranger’s finger curled the metal skin creaked and bent into the curl. Ranger’s body grew even more as a tremendous force was driven through his fingers into the metal skin. He grunted through his teeth and his joints popped. The aluminum Knightstick had built his outer skin out of resisted then sheared away. A hand sized opening of skin was revealed.
Knightstick flailed in his plastic restraints. The metal warping underneath the plastic in an attempt to break him free.
Ranger shook his hand after the punch as he strode after the armored mutant he’d just bounced off the pavement. His mutation helped, but punching a man with metal skin still hurt like hell. The skin had split a little but not bad. He could bandage it later when the world wasn’t ending. What was more annoying was the missing metal off the front of the Fordasaurus. That would be an odd repair.
Stepping through the new entrance into the tent Ranger watched Knightstick shake the daze from his eyes and try to climb to his feet. It was someone saying his name that drew Ranger’s attention. He looked and saw Quin and a skinny man around the same age as Ranger. Ranger gave Quin a smile and said, ”Sorry about this. I’ll take the trash back out.”
Two strides and Ranger was upon Knightstick. A metal bat came swinging and Ranegr caught it with one hand and then brought a leg up and drove his heel into Knightstick’s face, forcing him over backwards and his head into the ground before he had even managed to stand back up. From there Ranger stepped off, bent down, and lifted the mutant off the ground by his shirt. As he lifted, Ranger’s body increased in size.
Knightstick’s body, encased in the metallic skin, weighed several hundred pounds and Ranger’s body was adapting to allow him to lift it with one hand.
In the moment that Ranger had looked behind him to ensure the path back out of the tent was clear, Knightstick produced another bat by flowign some of his metal skin down his other arm. The bat whistled through the air as it sailed at Ranger’s head.
The sound gave Ranger only a moment to react.
Not quick enough.
Ranger moved to throw Knightstick but in the moment before the man was tossed the bat made contact and a metallic clang was produced as it impacted Ranger’s skull.
Stars filled Ranger’s eyes and he stumbled back. His power had been boosting his skeleton at the time so it had maintained its integrity but the energy still carried through his head.
The day had not gone well to say the least. It was as if an army had been mobilized against the city. An army mobilized by Akh. Ranger flexed his fingers on the wheel of the Fordasaurus as he drove. The Radios chirped away with aviation, police chatter, CBs, and various Federal channels.
Villains were popping up all across the city. Including one who was casually strolling near Columbia University. He had been promised all the fun he could handle, a city too overtaxed to stop him.
Knightstick had been having a day of it. He had smashed into a bank, always wanted to do that. He thought about kickin’ dogs, but he wasn’t a monster. He had just crashed a supercar into the university and was strolling away from its burning wreckage. Nothing like walking away from a $500,000 car he’d been the last person to ever drive.
A trail of wreckage was left by Knightstick as he made his way to the hospital. When your favorite movie as a child has a scene of a man dressed as a nurse walking away from a hospital and blowing it up… You had to recreate it. He would be LiveLeak famous.
Annoyingly, there was a police presence at the hospital. A tent city had been erected and it seemed to be used as a triage center. Well, if at first you encounter cops… Bludgeon your way into the hospital.
It’ll catch on.
Knightstick ran his hand over the hood of a car and metal crawled up his arm and soon he was wearing a gauntlet and holding a metal bat. Police were yelling commands and pointing guns but Knightstick just laughed and twirled the bat.
The bat was raised menacingly and Knighstick opened his mouth to speak as he looked down his nose at the police.
A Ford F650 with a shell over the bed, diesel tanks for running boards, and light on top slammed into Knightstick. A moment later there was the distinctive sound of tires skidding.
A scissor door opened and Ranger jumped out of the driver seat. His clothes an interesting mixture of bloody, burned, and ripped. He pat the monster of a truck as he stepped around to the front where Knightstick hung onto the front like a new hood ornament. Metal slowly creeping from the truck, around the man’s body creating an armored skin.
”Nice ‘f y’ t’ come t’ the hosptal. Saves us from havin’ t’ lug y’ here when I’m done. “ Ranger said before he drove a fist into the side of Knighstick and launched him several yards away, crashing into the side of one of the hospital tents.
Ranger failed to contain a small smile. Hugh was being Hugh, even if he was supposed to be Mr. Peacock. Maybe Hugh was being more Hugh to live up to the name Peacock. Ranger let Hugh take her arm and with a snort retorted to the quip about pay.
”You Americans. Always talking about your pay. Ranger shook her head, ”But please. As, the philosopher P!nk says, let’s get this party started.”
Smiling and working to maintain the air of someone who was involved in the world of fashion aloof and fun but still holier than thou. A fine line to walk. Ranger had a memory she had lifted while she was in Noel’s body that she could lean on to help. She could do the new missions SUPER was tasking her with on occasion, but they were certainly a larger mental drain. The roles she had to play were so different from most of her life experience.
Yet, it was what SUPER… What America needed from her when she was a her.
Step one was complete. They were in the ball. Now they needed to establish the cover, to be seen. From there they needed to meet with the caterer and make their change.
As they walked past a waiter, Ranger reached out and with one hand carefully snatched a pair of champagne glasses. She handed one to Hugh. ”To the Naughty List,” Ranger began a toast in her affected Russian accent, ”May we earn that coal tonight.”
Ranger impacted the inmates like a bowling ball and he hit a strike. When Ranger’s power boosted his strength, his mass increased. The force of throwing Carrick then jumping like Mario off a wall required enormous power and Ranger’s mass had almost doubled to accommodate it.
The only warning the inmates had was the wall cracking under the force of Ranger kicking off
One inmate was knocked off by Ranger impacting him, the other two were given a less controlled toss than Carrick. No thought to where they went, as long as it wasn’t at Carrick.
Ranger looked down at where Carrick had landed with the guards and with only a moment to realize what was happening, covered his ears. A roar crackled through the air, reverberating off the walls that were designed with the acoustics of a urinal. Smooth and reflective.
It took a few moments for the sound to die down and Ranger lept down from the walkway to join Carrick and the guards he had rescued. He landed on a discombobulated inmate, driving the man down to the ground.
”Ready t’ see why they pay me the big bucks?” Range said with a smile before he grabbed one inmate by the face, pulled him closer, put his other hand against the man’s chest, and then sent him sailing into an inmate who had vaulted over the crowd to come at them. ”Y’ get them guards outta here. What’s this? Twenty t’ one? At least they’ll have a shot.”
Ranger couldn’t be sure what Tarin was thinking, be he had to imagine that hearing about a lobotomized ghost had to be a lot. So it came as no surprise when Train asked if he dug in more with the spirit.
Train clarified that he was going to keep away from the bigger stuff. Focus more on how something messing with spirits affected him.
”Jus’ have him home before curfew.” Ranger said as he stood up. He finished his beer the used it to point at the rest of the case. ’Go ahead an’ keep the rest. F’r after. I have a feelin’ y’r gunna need it.”
”Thanks f’r the help. Maybe next time I stop by there’ll be less lobotomized spirits.”
The Lady in Red asked if Ranger would do the honors or should she. Ranger inclined his head and said, ”I’ll do the honors.”
Ranger worked the electronic tablet for a moment, pulling up a picture of the ankh. ”I hadn’t had time t’ dig int’ the info, but I know this much.” Ranger pointed at the ankh and then as he spoke he highlighted a few phrases in the attached notes to punctuate hiss statements. ”The Ankh of Ascension. The lore on the object was wiped from all but the ankh itself and the tablet. It can ascend a mortal t’ the power of gods, both of the mystic an’ the innate. Magic an’ mutation.” Ranger looked back to Rex, ”Akh will use magic, find someone she can unlock the time shift power in an’ brin’ her gods forward. And her pharaoh.”
The Lady in Red didn’t mess around. She had cut Rex off at his debrief and by simply beginning a tale, manifested it for them. Seemingly drawing out details from the intel Rex and Ranger had gathered. Translating, interpreting, and presenting.
Magic was a hell of a thing when handled by a former Supreme.
Ranger looked at the Lady in Red. If she could hijack his experience of reality like that, he did not want to make an enemy of her. ”So Akh is what, tryin’ t’ find her king? Dude’s probably dead, he ain't actually a god. Gods ain’t real. Well, save f’r one but he’s a bit more levantine.”
Walking in as if predestined, Rex had a woman in red with him. While her face was obscured in the shadows of her hat, the eponymous color and too perfect timing had Ranger thinking the woman was the infamous ‘Lady in Red’.
Ranger stood and shook Rex’s hand, “Rex.” Normally Ranger would have replied with Rex’s last name, but there had been a joke shortly before his loss of time. A space marine and an alien going back and forth “Shephard” and “Wrex”.
Then Ranger turned to the woman with Rex, the woman Rex had confirmed was the Lady in Red, he held out his hand and said, ”Ma’am. Nice t’ meet y’. I’ve heard 'thing’ about y’.” before turning to gesture to the tablets on the table, ”Good t’ know. I might have a lead on what she wants, if I can make sense of Dr. Goldstein’s notes.”
Sure, the notes would help in interpreting the tablet, but it was likely that the information was wrapped up in jargon and coded language of the professor’s field of study. Linguistics, especially with dead languages, were not Rangers forte. Troubleshooting was.
It had taken longer than Ranger had wanted, but a box marked ‘Fragile’ was sitting on the table in front of him. It was hand delivered by Dr. Goldstein, chief Egyptologist at NYU. The man wanted to help Ranger with his investigation following the attack at his office and home. The man also wanted to distance himself from the items in question. Self preservation overrode the man’s thirst for knowledge.
So Ranger sat down at the table in the central library on the NYU campus and opened the box. Dr. Goldstein had said his notes on the ankh and the tablet that accompanied it were enclosed. When Ranger opened the box all he saw was a tablet. The electronic kind. Ranger chuckled to himself and removed it from the box revealing a stone tablet wrapped in cloth and bubble wrap.
With a sigh, Ranger fired up the electronic tablet and as it loaded he unwrapped the stone tablet. It would be a long night for Ranger, digging through the information in the notes.
Once the stone tablet was unwrapped and the electronic tablet was running, and the first page of notes located, Ranger picked up his phone to call Rex. Ranger lowered it from his ear and turned when he heard a phone ringing behind him in time with the rings on his end of the call.
Tarin chimed in, letting Ranger know that he thought it was telling the truth. That was good to know. He then asked if there was anything else Ranger wanted to know.
Ranger pursed his lips thinking a moment then asked, ”Are there any other spirits we should speak to?”
The spirit cocked his head and thought for a moment. He even brought his hand up to his chin in a pondering fashion. ”Maaaaybe?” He made a face and continued. ”Probably not. See, I can’t get close. No one else can. I’ve seen some other spirits try but are… violently repelled. The one that got the closest… Hasn’t been the same since. It was like they were spiritually lobotomized. So… Wouldn’t advise talking to them.”
Ranger pulled his head back trying to understand the magnitude of that statement. A lobotomized spirit. ”Thanks.”
From there Ranger addressed Ranger, ”Okay. I’ve got a lead. I can check int’ that. Can y’ keep an ear t’ the ground? If y’ hear any ghost gossip let me know?”
It wasn’t that long of a wait before Tarin began speaking to someone not there. Well, not physically there. Ranger sat up, maybe it was time? Before long Tarin was ordering everyone out and Telling Ranger that there was a bite.
A spirit blinked in and Tarin told the spirit to tell Ranger anything that Ranger wanted.
”Y’ve seen the mystic?” Ranger asked.
”Talks like she’s from ancient Egypt or something?”
”That’s her. So y’ve seen her?”
”Yes? It’s complicated. We can’t get close to her. It’s like she has a mystical anti-ghost bubble around her.”
”Then… How have y’ seen her?”
”Ever heard of this place called, outside?” The ghost waved his arms around to indicate a large area, ”Trees, birds, gus selling h-”
”I get the idea.” Ranger cut him off. ”So y’ve seen her but y’ cain’t get close. I need somethin’ on her. Somethin’... useful.”
”I don’t know where she’s going or what she’s up to, Mr. Cowboy…” The spirit leaned in like he was telling a secret, ”Buuuuut I can tell you something you missed. Yeah, I saw you search that professor’s office. Flash drive. The professor was a butterfingers and dropped it. Bounced behind his desk. It’s bolted down so he could’t get it. It has some info from studying the an…anchor… no… ang…”
”Ankh.” Ranger cut in.
”Yeah! That’s what he called it.”
”Anythin’ else?”
”Yeah. Sometimes I can see uh… wibbly wobbly wavey magic something rading off her. Travelling through the city. Like she’s looking for something. That’s all I know.”
