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.
It felt like Ranger was stuck using her speed. She wanted to grab some of the furniture being thrown at her and Rex, but when she grabbed a chair to throw it never came. So instead Ranger had to keep moving. Duck, dodging, and diving to avoid an ottoman invasion followed by a coffee table.
Rex used his old fire vine trick on Ebb and locked him in place.
The screams of pain were horrific and fantastic. Horrific in sound but fantastic to hear. The man was in pain, extreme pain and his gravity attacks were losing focus. The changes felt less fluid and unnerving and more snappy and unfocused. Ebb didn't have the attention to throw furniture and keep Rex and Ranger off balance.
Ranger used that to her advantage. She hauled seven kinds of ass the get behind Ebb, letting Rex take the focus for a moment, before turning and charging Ebb. She had to jump from the ceiling to the floor mid charge, but when she drop kicked him in the back she was traveling in the realm of 85 miles per hour.
The kick hurt. Ranger could tell that only the altered and enhanced structure of her leg muscles kept the bones from snapping. Ranger impacted and then pushed off. She could feel and hear ribs breaking in the man’s chest as he bent forward and Ranger sprung off into the air toward a ceiling that was the ground to her before rolling over mid flight and crashing into the actual ground.
”I think I got ‘em.” Ranger said in a pained tone before she lifted her face off the floor and blew hair out of her eyes.
It was convenient that Ranger did not experience motion sickness. At no point did Ranger stop moving, and at no point did the gravity in the room stay fixed. It changed direction and intensity constantly and without pattern. Ranger just kept moving and often found herself jumping to avoid an object only to land on a different surface with it being the new down.
In view, a man in a wetsuit was yelling at another inside the building. Flo was upstairs, likely the one controlling the water. It could have been the one in the wetsuit, but the water outside moved less like gravity was changing and more like the water was being directly controlled.
The man exclaimed that it was time for Rex and Ranger to die. Ranger slid on her knees across the ceiling, under a flying credenza and took aim at the gravityman.
”Uno reverse.” Ranger said and the shotgun barked. Several times.
Ebb’s eyes had gone wide at the sight of the shotgun pointed at him. Immediately he altered gravity and compounded it. All around the room gravity started returning to normal, all except for a thirty degree arc in front of Ebb, centered on Ranger. The buckshot was pulled back toward Ranger under several Gs and to the side with equal force.
"Uno reverse, reverse. Draw four."
Ranger found it hard to stand, and began squeezing her thighs as hard as she could as the blood from her head was driven down into her legs. A moment later the gravity lessened and Ranger climbed back to her feet. The snap change to focused gravity returning to the funhouse gravity and Ranger immediately threw herself to the side and rolled out of it as a chair slammed into the space she had just occupied.
”Nah, I come by my jokes honestly. In the moment an’ probably at someone’s expense.” Ranger said with an authoritative nod.
Carrick got up, smelled himself and was clearly displeased. Ranger assumed Carrick had a better sniffer than he did, which was not a good thing as Ranger could smell a little of what Carrick must have been smelling. Carrick then commented that a shell wouldn’t suck.
”If I couldn’t already shrug off handgun bullets I might be inclined t’ agree. Silver medal for protection.” Ranger said as he looked down the hall. He could hear noise in the distance. They were near a large gathering.
Ranger looked at Carrick, who was checking the injury to his nose. ”Doesn’ look broke. Maybe an improvement.” Ranger said with a smile.
”Probably a while, but I’d imagine only an inner circle knew until recently.” Ranger said, postulating as they made their way further into the prison. ”Question is why. Doesn’t feel like a prison break, more like they’re takin’ over ‘r somethin’.” Ranger trailed off.
The noise of a crowd had grown much, much louder and around a bend Ranger could see into a common area, maybe a cafeteria but it was hard to tell. Possibly the center of a panopticon. Ranger held up a hand for Carrick to hold. ”Found the circus.”
Thankfully Rex let the issue die. Ranger had been in the situation enough to be able to just work through it, but it still had that awkwardness to it when someone was immediately there right after it happened.
As Ranger finished readjusting virtually everything to account for her new shape and size, Rex had produced a glove. One glove. The man slid it on and there was a glow, maybe writing? Ranger shook his head and said,, ”Nice glove, Michael Jackson.” She also noticed Rex looked cold. Ranger did not feel cold even though she was soaked through with cold water. Her power must have triggered protection against it.
Ranger spun the shotgun around and cinched it up. She could work a strap quickly on the sling to let it move freely when needed. As Ranger was pulling the strap to cinch it up, she heard voices. Angry, yelling voice followed by one that was quieter.
Hearing the voices, Ranger expected trouble so she immediately loosed the strap holding the muzzle down and brought the shotgun up expecting scarabs, jackals, or some other mystical assault. Instead, the moat erupted, sending water upward, arching over the house to create a watery dome. This cast the area around them into a warping dimness as the water not only reduced the light but kept where it landed in constant movement.
For some reason Ranger’s eyes did not adjust as she expected they would. Instead her hearing became more sensitive. The soft sound of skittering inside the house came to her. Feet moving and the sound of effort.
”Well, then let’s not keep ‘em waitin’.” Ranger said as she approached the house. WIth her left hand, she worked the knob. Locked. Ranger looked back to Rex and with a smile said, ”Time f’r some shock an’ awe.”
Ranger stepped back, aimed her shotgun at the doorknob and blew it off. She then released the weapon, letting it swing down against her front as she pulled a flash grenade from her vest, popped the pin, kicked the door in, and tossed the grenade. She waited a one count and stormed in with the shotgun raised.
The flash grenade had been a surprise to which Ebb had responded by warping gravity. As Ranger advanced she found herself pulled sideways. SHe kept walking and soon found herself walking along a wall.
Moments after Ranger had realized the situation she had found herself in it seemed Rex had noticed. The man said Ranger’s last name questioningly before he spoke a verse and a small flame appeared. Rex then asked if Ranger was Ranger.
Ranger looked at Rex, then at her hands, then back to Rex. ”Yeah… It’s me.” Ranger slid backward so her feet were out of the water. ”But why… Why now, why only me?... “ Ranger looked around searching for some sign of what caused the change to themselves before looking back at Rex, ”This idn’t the first time somethin’ like this has happened t’ me.” Ranger said before standing up and pulling her pants up higher and tightening the belt. There was still a job to do, full body changes or not. Ranger then tied her boots much much tighter.
The flame stayed perfectly still the whole time Ranger spoke.
"I can deal with it later. There's still a job t' do."
Once Rex gabe the go ahead, Ranger leaned a little deeper into his squat and then erupted with power. Starting with his legs, Ranger’s muscles exploded in size. Legs, glutes, arms and shoulders. Each muscle group expanded as it was recruited for generating force for the throw.
The throw had been calculated, but Ranger had to rely on his power to give him the correct amount of force to have the arc hit apogee where it needed to. Ranger watched for a moment after throwing Rex to make sure his aim was true, his muscles shrinking back to their normal size. Once he was satisfied he started toward the house, keeping an eye on Rex.
Rex sailed right up over the portal and came through it, ending it with his sword but getting caught in the last breath of water that came from it. Ranger watched as Rex traveled with the water down and down until it hit a bend where the water began to move, no longer following the normal rules of gravity.
Finally, Rex was dumped into the moat. As far as Ranger could tell, Rex was okay. Until the current of the moat caught Rex. The current was swift, it was clear the moat was not intended to be some passive barrier keeping the barbarians out by making them have to swim in their armor. No, it was an active protection. The water moved with a current that would make any swimmer think twice.
Knowing he would need to cross anyway, Ranger dove into the water ahead of Rex. Ranger was a strong swimmer. He had a decent wingspan and could put a lot of power in his arms, but the water was incredibly fast. Ranger surfaced and tried to muscle through the water, swimming against the current to let Rex be brought to him.
Ranger could feel the thin veil in his power. It was trying to switch. While strength could help, it was trying to give him speed. Let him move fast enough to counter the current and defeat it. Ranger felt an incredibly uncomfortable pain as he swam. Then suddenly it seemed to break. Ranger’s body shifted and his body moved faster.
Moving like a speedboat, Ranger shot across the water and snatched Rex on the way to the inside shore of the moat. It was only upon reaching the shore and throwing an arm up onto the ground did Ranger realize something was different.
Smaller arm, much smaller hands. Ranger threw another arm onto the land and heaved to push themselves out of the water. They felt smaller, and their clothes didn’t fit right, especially the shoes. Was that… hair? Ranger spun and sat on the land and brushed brown hair out of their face. Ranger’s arm brushed against themselves in a way that was all too familiar.
”Not again…” Ranger said, her voice familiar, not her normal voice but one she was used to hearing.
Ranger could understand how a bunch of water everywhere would severely limit the usefulness of a guy who called down swirling infernos and wielded a firesword. So Ranger waited while Rex returned to his truck and pulled out a work belt with an ax and various other tools. Ranger almost felt like his tomahawk was insufficient with an actual ax showing up, but Ranger knew it wasn’t the size of the ax, it was how you swing the thing.
When Rex returned he seemed to be thinking of something, when he spoke he commented on teleportation. Ranger listened, what he said made sense but Ranger had no way of knowing one way or another. Ranger was a hammer. His powers weren’t outside the box that he ever had to consider spatial relations with them. What Ranger did understand completely was Rex could turn it off but he needed a boost.
”Yeah, I should be able t’ do that. Y’r on y’r own f’r the landin’ though.” Ranger said as he swung the shotgun around to be slung off his back. He pulled on a strap and it cinched down so it wouldn’t move too much.
Taking a moment to gauge the distance before he spread his legs into a wider stance with one foot in front of the other. Ranger brought his hands together and squatted down so his hands were just above the water. ”Let’s light this candle.” Ranger said using a common expression used for rocket launches. He took a breath and tensed his muscles for the weight. Immediately he felt his power respond, ready to empower his muscles as the weight resisted them.
Before Ranger set out in earnest, making his way through the water, a white pickup pulled up next to the Fordasaurus. It stopped and Ranger watched Rex step out. Ranger looked at the house and the falling water then moved back toward Rex.
”Lieutenant Vidales, howdy.” Ranger replied. It was odd seeming the man there. Sure, the 911 call made it sound like it was related to the event in the museum a few days prior, but why would Rex show up at another event with a similar scarab lady involved. Ranger wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, however. Rex showed he could handle his own against the magic the woman threw.
It seemed the coincidence of their meeting again was not missed by Rex either. ”One more time an’ I think y’ owe me a beer.” Ranger joked before his tone turned serious, ”Y’ a strong swimmer, Rex? I don’ think we can simply walk int’ that house.” Then again, the hobbits pretty much walked into Mordor. Ranger started toward the house and gestured for Rex to advance with him.
They needed to move through a new swamp then through a flow of water around the house. Normally Ranger liked to operate where the enemy didn’t know he was there until it was too late or have such speed and violence of action they can never recover. The battlefield with the falling river likely precluded both options.
”We need t’ figure out what’s causin’ the neighborhood t’ flood an’ stop it. Not worth it’ t’ stop a B an’ E but lose all these homes.”
NYPD had routed the call to SUPER and all other preternatural aligned agencies they had any contact with given the details involved in the call. Ranger, recognizing the description of the woman and the jackals tapped in to head to the professor’s house to confront the woman.
Ten minutes later a Ford F650 (The Fordasaurus) kitted out as some kind of urban assault vehicle pulled up near the mote that had formed around professor’s house. It was a nice house, emphasis on nice. Ranger jumped out of the truck and pulled the straps on his vest, tightening how it sat on his chest. He then checked the pistol in his holster and the tomahawk on his vest. They were secure. Ranger reached back into the truck and pulled out an AR style shotgun. His vest was loaded with more magazines for it. He wasn’t making the mistake of being unprepared again.
Granted he wasn’t sure how he was going to prepare for what he saw. Water descending everywhere, flowing around the house. That was new. Scarab lady had brought friends. Ranger wasn’t sure if water was better than sand or not.
Ranger started breathing fast, trying to hyperoxygenate his blood as he stepped into the water, moving toward the house. His lungs changed, increasing their capacity. Ranger was not a SEAL but had trained with them for a time. Water wasn’t his native environment, but he wasn’t unfamiliar to fighting in it.
Rex wished Ranger luck and directed him to the X-Men. Rangers had thought of that, but his pride was holding him back. The damage had happened when he was failing to assist the X-men. For now he would just manage. It was an inconvenience but not something horrendous. Ranger could still feel his power wanting to work, it just felt like there was some thin wall holding it back.
”I’m normally careful, but as the British say, ‘who dares wins’.” Ranger said then looked over the floor that Rex was looking at, ”Y’ve only seen me when I’m tryin’ t’ not destroy a city block. Given time t’ plan and a battlefield clear of civilians an’ I can rain seven kinds of hell.” Ranger said it matter of factly, almost somberly. Ranger knew how destructive he could be when sufficiently motivated but he didn’t want his kid to know of the destruction Ranger had wrought in his past and didn’t want her to see him do it. However, he would tear everything down if he thought she was in danger. Make New York City a smoking crater if it was necessary to keep her safe.
Rex confirmed that he had ended the spell Sam had cat on him. Ranger nodded and looked out at the crowd of people making their way out of the museum and the flash of red and blue in the distance. NYPD would likely be making their way to the pair soon.
”I wouldn't be so sure. It was on the Fritz then but… it's odd now. I think whatever he did left a change… It's hard t’ describe. Some things are easier, others seem like they're held just out of reach.” and his body had moved in it's own in a masterwork of motion.
Ranger leaned against a wall, the coolness of the marble felt nice on his bare skin. ”haven' caught him yet. The man can change who he is, like he can rewrite genetics ‘r somethin’. Completely become someone else. After he escaped from me he went t’ ground. I think takin’ his tools an’ documents set him back.”
You would have thought Ranger had just told Rex he had mooned the pope, or murdered him… With said mooning. Ranger had Texas’ ass and it wasn’t for the faint of heart.
”I didn’ check. Just opened the box an’ dumped Sandy inside.” Range said with a shrug, then added as he saw the fire in Rex’s eyes, ”It was a repro. I don’ think the Vatican would let this place have a real one.”
Rex took a seat on a bench after he let his sword burn out and confirmed he was a mystic. Range nodded in the affirmative to him and said, ”Mutant.” Then after a moment added, ”Y’ use y’r magic on me at that apartment t’ end that spell on me?” The one Sam had cast that had warped Ranger’s body and had caused his power to be acting strangely ever since. Like it was more responsive for some things, but something was holding back his other powers.
Rex didn’t know where the lady had gone but he didn’t think she was nearby. Ranger lowered his hands and let himself relax his posture some. He kept himself keyed into the situation incase Rex was wrong, but the scene seemed to agree with him.
”I stuffed one in a reliquary. Maybe I can find out why they were here, an’ where she went. Once the civilians are cleared out.” Ranger said, he let Rex handle directing the civilians. While Ranger could manage a crowd if needed, it wasn’t his specialty. He was used to darkside work not public safety.
Ranger produced his phone and called in to BlacTac to update them on what had transpired. From there the museum owners could be notified of the destruction that had unfolded. ”...Ready the guest room f’r one. Make it airtight. I’ll advise when en route.” Ranger before ending the call. Then as he stashed the phone he asked, ”Mutant ‘r magic?” Magic made more sense, the man seemed to have had a more varied ability set than most mutants could muster. He also seemed to be able to counter the scarab lady so exactly and Ranger was 90% sure she was using magic.
The firefighter led the way and Ranger brought up the rear. The firefighter claimed he could stop the woman from doing anything. Ranger was certain that a fiery sword of that size would stop most anyone from doing anything so he let the man lead.
”Roger.” Ranger said before hammer fisting the side of a jackal’s head. He was the screen protecting the firefighter’s flank.
Ranger had cleared out most of the jackals but more had formed. They had lost their ability to advance in large groups so it was easy for Ranger to dispatch them and keep pace with the firefighter.
When they were close to the woman, she vanished. Crushed a vial and was gone in a flash. Following the disappearing act the nasties she had created began to vanish or freeze in place, returning to the lifeless marble they had been before.
”Where’d she go?” Ranger asked, his arms still up, waiting for the next threat to present itself. Yet, only confused and frightened civilians entered the room.
The impossible physique that likely would have torn Ranger’s shirt to pieces had he not ripped it off shrank back to his normal size. His breathing becoming heavier, his body taking the chance to recover from the strain of using so many facets of his power. Especially using so much strength for so long. "Y' take fire fighter a little more literally than I would've thought, friend."
As Ranger grew more tired his movements became ever so slightly sloppier. A little more delayed. The power in each strike was still staggering as overkill was underrated, but that would only last so long. So it surprised Ranger when the next wave of jackals was met with a flurry of movement from himself that was so precise in its use, there was no wasted effort.
A strike right in front of one jackal to hit another, then slamming the elbow on the first as he brought the arm back. That was followed with a kick to a jackal Rnager had only vaguely heard behind him, the kick landing squarely in the chest and sending the jackal headed man backwards into another.
And the movement continued for several more seconds, a grace and finesse to Ranger’s fighting he had only ever dreamed of achieving. Then Ranger did something he was certain he didn’t do consciously.
When it was all said and done, Ranger was stunned at what he had just done but shook it off. He had cleared the remaining jackals and moved to support the fireman as he closed on the woman.
The woman seemed to be bleeding and was writing with her blood. Mystics, what was wrong with them? Her mouth was moving, but there didn’t seem to be any sound. This seemed to irritate the woman. Ranger had seen the firefighter pointing at her while saying something. Had he done it? Fire and silencing people… was he a mystic or was Ranger just not seeing the connection between the powers?