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.
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.”
Before Tarin began, he let Rangerr know things would get weird. Which was an understatement. Ranger nodded, affirming to Tarin that he was ready. While Ranger had seen spirits before—that time in the park—it just hit different when they just materialized in a room with you.
Ranger let go of his beer, leaving it sitting on the table as he looked around at the ten spirits that now crowded the room. Or had been crowding before Tarin had made them visible. First magic, now ghosts. Reality was clearly unraveling and Ranger was just along for the ride.
Train gave the spirits instructions and they disappeared again, one by one. He then announced from there they waited.
”Copy that.” Ranger said and then finished his beer.
It was as Ranger pulled a second beer out of the case that Tarin asked how worried they should be. Ranger didn’t answer immediately. Instead he opened his beer and looked at it. COnsidering the question.
”This woman—she’s powerful. Myself an’ a mystic named Rex, we’ve fought her twice. Both times we’ve apprehended her muscle, but she’s evaded us.” Ranger looked at Tarin, ”I was sufficiently motivated, but my strength an’ speed weren’t enough, nor the lead I brought t’ bear. I can only guess her king is at least as powerful. Maybe bringin’ in you an’ maybe the X’s ‘r others t’ run intel an’ fight is enough. I honestly don’t know.”
A healthy worry. Something bad was coming, but how bad was yet to be seen.
Ranger watched as Tarin set the beer, unopened, onto the table. Clearly he was taking it seriously enough to not want to drink. He was willing to help. Tarin shifted to asking about what he could ask the spirits.
”I’m not sure what t’ think.” Ranger said. While he had encountered the woman twice, he knew so little. ”Millenia old spirits returnin’ t’ life would be a new one… But hey, if y’d asked me just a few years ago if magic was real I’d have said ‘only mutant-magic’. Now I’m a walkin’ victim of wild-magic.” Ranger took a drink from his beer, using the moment to circle his thoughts back.
”Her ‘king’ might be another encased in stone, a spirit, ‘r some buried immortal. I honestly couldn’t guess. What I do know is she moves around through magic an’ is clearly on a mission. An’ with what she’s done alone I don’t want t’ see her an’ her king t’gether.” Ranger sighed, ”I need t’ learn… Anythin’. I’m trackin’ down intel on what she stole, but maybe y’r spirits have seen her? Where she has been, gone, who she’s met? Anythin’.”
Tarin took the beer and went to lock the door and flip the sign. Ranger opened his beer and took a drink. It was still cold, Ranger had pulled the case out of a fridge only fifteen minutes prior.
”I’m not sure yet.” Ranger said walking to the table and setting down his beer before setting his backpack on the ground and taking a seat. ”I’ll read y’ in. Maybe y’ talkin’ t’ y’r friends is enough. Maybe there’s more.”
Ranger opened the back pack and produced a binder. He set it on the table and opened it. There was a picture of a sculpture in a museum. Sandstone, two lovers embracing. Then a capture from security footage, the lovers, made flesh, walking.
”This woman.” Ranger touched the second picture, ”She’s… Best we can tell, from ancient Egypt. Spent a few thousand years encased in stone. She’s a mystic.” Ranger produced another picture, another capture from security footage. Stone scarabs crawling across the floor. Another picture, a stone jackal. ”I fought her with another mystic. She escaped. She showed up again, burglarized NYU’s department of Egyptian studies. Then assaulted a professor's house t’ steal an artifact. Again she escaped.”
Ranger produced a few more photos showing the carnage from the fight at the museum and the professor’s house. ”She said she has what she needs, that her king will return. I’m workin’ with a mystic t’ find leads. We don’t know who the king is, who she is. We need t’ find that out before something’ major happens.”
Ranger laid it all out in general for Tarin. The question was not if Tarin could help but how he could help.
When Tarin guessed that Ranger was himself, Ranger gave a slight wave.
”Yeah. In the… Other flesh.” Ranger said as he walked into the space and set down the beer.
Train asked what he could do and Ranger looked at the door, ”Gunna need y’ t’ lock up first. Don’t want t’ start a panic. Especially if I’m wrong.”
What Ranger currently knew wasn’t enough to cause a panic, normally. That said, New York CIty was a packed in enough city that one person panicking could quickly domino into chaos. He was making the request out of an abundance of caution. And so he couldn’t be interrupted by people needing to ask where grandma left her fat stacks of cash.
”This could be nothin’, could be catastrophic. Still huntin’ that down. If things go South I mighty could use y’r particular kind ‘f help.” Ranger pulled out pair of beers and handed one to Tarin.
There was a storm brewing. Ranger wasn’t sure when it would erupt or where, but he knew it was coming, Between himself and Rex… They had failed. Next time they would be better prepared. They would have a better idea of what they were up against.
Still, they needed more help.
The sun was high when Ranger walked up to Tarin’s medium shop. Ranger wore a backpack and carried a case of beer. The token payment when asking for help. Normally you paid in beer when someone came over and helped you build a deck or patch a roof. What Ranger needed was not so physical.
Ranger didn’t know what he needed, but from what he had seen it would help to have someone who could see ghosts read in on the situation. Fists and fire had not been enough before, time to change letter of attack to G.
So Ranger approached the door, moved his sunglasses to the top of his head. The last time Ranger had been here, or seen Tarin, Ranger had been their female self. Time to prove they just moved back and forth.
Opening the door Ranger announced, ”I come bringin’ beer as payment f’r y’r help… ‘r at least hearin’ me out.” His tone was somewhat jovial, but his face was haunted by the seriousness of the situation he needed to discuss.
”Gross.” Ranger said with a laugh. ”Makes sense. Odds are you would be topless when it happens. Maybe bottomless too.” Hugh clearly had an aversion to clothes. Almost like Ranger with pants.
Ranger had their moment of fame on the internet before. Annoyingly, or blessedly depending on your perspective, Ranger had lost that time to de-aging. During a time when the universe and another alter verse had connected, Ranger had been filmed brawling a female version of themselves native to the other universe. What started as a normal fight escalated into swinging around cars at each other.
Apparently the kid that filmed it sold the footage to Michael Bay for some footage for a movie that ended up getting scrapped.
”Well, just keep the pants on until after the mission is over.” Ranger said shaking her head as Hugh climbed out of the SUV
There were a few cheers, a few confused noises, and camera flashes. Hugh had put on a good flourish so people took his pictures unsure of who he was or why he was at the Naughty List. Ranger was not a huge fan of so many cameras but it was what it was. She took a breath before sliding across the seat.
Hugh was waiting for Ranger with his arm out so Ranger took it and with a grace uncharacteristic of herself stepped down out of the SUV. Once her heels were firmly planted on the ground she struck a pose that screamed elegance and ease before giving her hair a perfect flourish and smiling.
An odd quirk of her power since the mystic had broken it--well more odd than turning into a woman--was the occasional moments where she seemingly had perfect movement. Throwing something perfectly, moving exactly in time to block a strike, or stepping out of an SUV in heels with a low cut dress with a high slit and making it appear like she had trained for Olympic level red carpeting.
Hugh softly spoke to Ranger and her eyes cut to the side to look at him.
”Mustn't keep them waiting.” Ranger whispered back before she strut like she was Right Said Fred; Too Sexy for Milan, New York, or Japan. She even did her little turn at the end of the red carpet as she waited for Hugh to catch the door. Before she knew what she was doing, she had bent forward slightly and blown a kiss. Then she folded her hand over in a wave and spun back round to cross the threshold into the entryway of Gotham Hall.
Music play, the sounds of Christmas. An excellent light work created a trick where you would almost swear snow was falling above you but never making it down. And everyone was dressed to the nines. One would expect nothing less from the Naughty List fashion show.
Ranger almost felt under dressed. Almost.
An employee approached and asked for their invitations. Ranger produced one and identification from her clutch.
“Ah. Miss Rostova, we have been expecting you. Our benefactor is a fan of your paper and has extended his welcome. Please take this card, it will get you access to the good vodka under the bar.”
”Спасибо.” Ranger said taking the card and placing it in her clutch. She would make a point to stash it somewhere she could retrieve it later. Clearly a tracker, but also, can’t not enjoy the good vodka.
Ranger nodded, Hugh could get them to the caterer. Not only that, the caterer would have a change of outfit for them. Then with an awkward smile Ranger said,”:No, it doesn’t. But your eyes say that’s because people recently ventilated tend to not go to bed with you.” Then while glancing out the window for a moment added, ”I’m still not used to being the beautiful lady,” and when she looked back to Hugh finished the thought with, ”Learn from my mistakes. Be careful around Somation mystics.”
It was a decent drive to Gotham Hall. Not by distance, nothing in Manhattan was really that far from anywhere else as the crow flies. The last few blocks had the traffic of the event to contend with. Large social events tended to break traffic.
Eventually, the SUV pulled up, doors lining up with a red carpet that had been rolled out from the doors. The columns above were illuminated in red and green and a banner hung indicating that it was a party for the “Naughty List”. Enough celebrities were in attendance that photographers were lining the red carpet.
”Here we go, Mr. Peacock. Game face on. Make choices.” Ranger said to Hugh before nodding to the door for him to open it and lead the way. ”And if you smile for the camera you might make it into a nice magazine. The Boy Next Door or Middle Managers Gone Wild.”
The blood drained from Karl’s face. Then returned as his face became a portal to the rage dimension. He looked at his shaking hand that held a tiny pair of scissors then back at Hugh. Then he turned on his heels, threw up his hands and left the room. The sound of him counting trailing off before he was cut off by the slamming of a door.
”I think he likes us.” Ranger said with a nod before she slid out the door on the opposite side of the room from where Karl had left. ””An’ I don’ think I want t’ know what y’r favorite letters are.” Whatever they were, they were sure to be not safe for work. Aka, the best kind of letters.
True to the message Ranger had received, there was a black SUV waiting for the pair of them when they stepped out of the building. The driver stood by the door and opened it as Ranger approached. ”I could get used t’ this.” She said as she shifted the clutch she held to her other hand before pulling herself up into the vehicle. She then slid over to the far side so Hugh could get in and not sit in her lap.
”Wll, Mr. Peacock. From here the fun starts.” Ranger said, affecting a Russian accent. ”Our invitations will gain us admittance. From there I will follow your lead in approaching the caterer. Just… Don’t get us shot at. This dress won’t look good on me if I stop a bullet in it.”
“You would be in a zoo and I would look at you from afar instead of up close with a needle and thread.” Karl said as he made a few notes on some papers before grabbing his tools to finish up Hugh’s attire.“Now be still. I know how much you agents like to bleed on everything but I will not have you bleeding on this before you even leave the office.” Karl set to work on cutting a few loose threads and perfecting the fit.
Ranger spun around to look at Hugh with a raised eyebrow to his almost calling a double date a foursome. A double date could be fun. A foursome with Hugh and his caterer of the day, not so much. ”I’ll have t’ see about gettin’ a sitter. Karl, y’ wouldn’t mind watchin’ a threenager while her moms are on a hot an’ heavy fourso- double date?” Ranger mimicked delivery Hugh had of the line.
Karl gave Ranger a glare and went back to work.
”Fine, I’ll find a teenager like everyone else. Y’r loss. She comes with a pair of dogs, they’re only about one-eighty t’ two hundred pounds each. Really, it’s an experience. No? Alright.” Ranger spun around and set to applying setting powder. ”I’m in if Noel is.”
After a few minutes of lightning fast tailoring, Karl stepped back and admired his work. It was clear that Ranger and Hugh were proper motivation for his work to not only be quality but quick as well.
“There we are. Now. Please bring it back without any new holes… or bloodstains.”
”I promise you… no promises.” Ranger said as she made her way toward the door. Only stopping once to check herself out in the mirror. Then to Hugh, after checking her phone, she said, ”Our ride is ready. Hope you like black SUV.”
There was a chirp from Ranger’s phone. She waited a beat, letting Lee finish speaking. She would love an introduction.
”Yeah, let me get y’r number an’ I’ll see what I can do.” Ranger produced her phone and after unlocking the screen rolled her eyes at what she saw.”Of course. Work calls.” Ranger quickly downed the rest of her drink. ”Word of advice. Don’ ever run a business that handles security.” Ranger swiped a few times before handing her phone over to Lee for her to just put in her own contact information.
”My hero.” Ranger said with a mock swoon before laughing and picking up some jewelry Karl had set out. Normally she was the tank SUPER could unleash. Sometimes though, now she was more like a missile.
Hugh went to get changed and Ranger clasped a necklace on and a bracelet before picking up a pair of earrings. ”Karl, my ears ain’t pierced.”
“Oh. We’ll have to fix that.” Karl said before turning to a cabinet and fishing around, “Not today. Can’t send you in with fresh holes. I’ll make a note, ensure it is taken care of. In the meantime… here. These clip-ons will work.” Karl produced a nearly identical pair that Ranger could clip on and handed them over.
”That’s alright, Karl. I’m fine without pierced ears.”
“Oh it is no trouble. All the better for a costume.” Karl stressed the last word. He would hear no arguments. To him, Ranger would be getting her ears pierced if for no other reason than as retribution for calling his work costuming.
Ranger just sighed and took the earrings before being directed over to a chair for hair and makeup.
When Hugh stepped out in his monkeysuit, Karl turned to give it an appraising eye. “See, Ranger. This is what this should look like. No cowboy boots or one of those large hats. Classy. Now if Hugh would stop pretending he was a peacock and tell me how it fits.” Karl walked over to Hugh, inspecting the clothes, poking and pulling here and there. Ignoring the fact that Hugh was a living person wearing them.
”Call t’ a caterer work out?” Ranger asked, looking at Hugh’s reflection in the mirror at the counter where she was finishing up her makeup.
Following a quick costume change, Ranger was up on a raised floor surrounded by mirrors with Karl working his wizardry on the black dress. Karl had not been lying, there was no room under the dress to hide any form of weapon aside from maybe a small pistol strapped to one thigh. One, very small pistol.
“Stand still… Stop… No, don’t… Stand like this. No, like this. Like… Were you raised in a barn—no. Don’t answer that. Okay, good.” Karl fussed over how Ranger was standing to make sure the material was just so. That was when Hugh made his appearance and only added to Karl’s exasperation. “Hugh. I have told you before. It is IIIa and you will get a broken rib if shot.” Karl said before turning to look at Hugh. He then sighed and said, “Yes. I made it. Yes it looks… sufficient for your role. No, it is not tested. It is on the table with the rest of the outfit.” Karl waved a hand toward one of his work tables. “Now get changed so I can quickly finish tailoring. Ranger, you’re ready.”
”Thanks, Karl. Dress not bulletproof? If Hugh gets fun toys I want some too.” Ranger asked as she gave herself an appraising look in her extremely deep cut dress with a wildly high slip before she stepped down onto the floor.
“Honey. That dress leaves you so exposed the bullet is likely larger than wherever it hits if it manages to hit the dress at all.” Karl said placing his sewing kit on table
Big Emma asked about what Ranger’s forms could do and Ranger answered, ”Male has strength an’ can shrug off bullets. Female has speed an’ can walk through fire.” It was not an exhaustive description but close enough to convey the general idea.
”Thanks.” Ranger said accepting the shoes from Big Emma. ”Cain’t shift at will. That’d be too convenient.” Ranger looked to her daughter and asked, ”What d’ y’ think, Potato? Wanna go shoppin’ with Mommy’s friend Emma.” Switching to self reference as Mommy was becoming second nature when she was in her female form.
Emma looked at Big Emma for a moment then shook her head and then said, “Yeah.”
”Ther y’ go. Wanna join us? Might be good f’r me. Get more causal clothes. My wife’s clothes are more functional an’, well, the memories a power gave me ‘re f’r shoppin’ f’r much more formal attire.” Prom dress shopping… And bikini shopping. Noel’s power gave her some interesting memories to integrate.
Clearly there had been prior discussions about how good of a fighter Lee was. At least it seemed so from what Tarin said.
”Can confirm. Y’r good.” Ranger said with a nod. ”I’ve years of formal trainin’ coupled with fights that were life ‘r death. Y’ heald y’ own an’ even put me on the ropes at times.”
Ranger took a drink when an idea struck her. ”I’ve an old friend, well, new-old--Deagin’ is a mess--I’ve helped expand her world when it comes t’ fightin’. She could use another sparin’ partner that has experience an’ willin’ t’ go full tilt. I could introduce y’ if y’r interested.” Quin could certainly benefit from two people throwing her around the mat.
