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 nodded to Tarin, ”Extremely. Especially when it jus’... happens.” Then she bounced her head left to right while considering how to address what Tarin had said next. ”Maybe? I have less control now than before Travis dorked up my power, but I never had great control. It jus’ sort of happens. Its generally jus’ been reactive t’ my needs. The more stress the more pronounced the effect. Generally it was fight ‘r flight related.”
A sip of coffee and looking up at the ceiling as Ranger thought back to how her power had been behaving the last while, ”Now… It’s actin’ more like it has a mind ‘f its own. Sometimes things jus’ happen, even when they almost feel more social than survival. Which fits with the other odd thing since Travis whammied me. Sometimes, my body jus’ moves. Even in the fight with Lee, there were a couple times y’ should’ve got me, Lee, but my body jus’ moved… perfectly. Like it had acted on its own t’ protect itself.”
”Aaaah, I see now.” Ranger said before chuckling, ”Well, then I’m glad I could help y’ teach him moms can ‘do that’.”
Train asked if Ranger could switch forms at will and Lee commented how she couldn’t imagine a power that decided for itself. First, to Lee, Ranger said, ”It… Is not fun. Especially given the exhaustion I can get from it switchin’ around too much.” Then, to Tarin, Ranger said, ”My powers are reactive, an’ the only way I’ve found t’ switch even close t’ at will is t’ put myself in a situation where it needs t’ switch. So sometimes I’m in one form f’r an afternoon an’ sometimes f’r days. F’r context, my strength form is my old male self. It would be very convenient if I could switch back t’ it at will.”
”Well, glad I could help get him interested in fightin’ an’ help with the lesson that skill is most important.” Ranger said and took a mock self celebratory swig of coffee. Then she set the cup on the counter and added, ”I had t’ learn t’ fight long before I could do anythin’ superhuman. Even then, wakin’ up post de-agin’ was like wakin’ up t’ my power havin’ been supercharged. I gained a lot of power in those missin’ years.”
”I’m still where I can teach Emma jus’ about anythin’. Mostly words I’d rather she not say though.” Ranger chuckled, remembering how Emma called Dammit a bitch once and it stuck… because she did it in front of Ranger’s group of former tier 1 operator employees who thought it was the funniest thing.
Lee asked about Ranger’s different modes. ”I’ve always been able t’ be fast ‘r strong, an’ a few other assorted perks. Like shruggin’ off handgun rounds ‘r seein’ inrared an’ ultraviolet. Well, that mystic did somethin’ t’ me. Segregated my powers. I have some in this form an’ some in my strength form. I switch when my power decides it needs powers from the other side. Problem is, it’s like I’m two different people.”
Ranger nodded. Lee had control enough of her power, not super fine control but still more than Ranger. Granted on and off was more control than Ranger really had. Hell, what Ranger would trade to be able to at least control what sex they were at any given moment.
”Oh? Gave Kevin a DVD commentary on the video?” Ranger laughed. It said a lot about Lee that she was able to, in the middle of the fight, reach the conclusion and control her output. ”Durin’ the fight there were some slower points where I was worried y’d switch me int’ strength mode. I’m not sure what it takes t’ force a switch, but… It’d’ve been… awkward.”
Ranger suddenly returning to their male form right there in the middle of the fight would have taken some explaining.
Lee and Tarin seemed to miss that Ranger had made a joke. That or they just didn’t appreciate it. Either way, Ranger let the topic drop.
As for Lee’s power,, she could siphon energy and use it to enhance her speed or strength. More energy, more oomph. Ranger nodded before asking, ”Are y’ able t’ control how much y’ use?” Ranger asked then in the interest of giving when asking for something, added, ”I cain’t control mine. It’s like my power has a mind ‘f its own. It gave me speed because it was necessary t’ handle y’r speed.”
”Could’ve given his brainpan a new skylight.” Ranger shrugged with a half a grin. It was more of a joke than a real suggestion. Ranger’s sense of humor was not improving with age. ”That’s fair though. As long as he knew he was in the shit, I guess that can work… Speakin’ of, after our fight I’m curious what can y’ do? If y’ don’t mind me askin’. Y’ had my power really rampin’ up. Been a while since it got me goin’ that fast.”
Ranger liked discussing powers, especially other physical powers. While hers was beyond her conscious control—and seemed to ramp up to meet the demand—she could find people to test her power against or draw out its heights if she found the right person. That or she got to hear about a cool power or cool way people who could control their power could use it.
From Lee’s comment, Ranger could assume that she had been another victim of that weird body swapping event. Ranger had known other people than just herself and Lori were affected, and had met a few. It was getting weirdly coincidental that Lee had been part of that as well.
Train took that moment to return, and commented that it wasn’t even the weirdest thing he’d heard that week. Lee seemed to joke with Tarin about the weird discussions. Clearly weird was also their stock-in-trade as it was with Ranger.
When Lee described her learning about the Kabal in Columbia, Ranger let out a low whistle. ”Oh wow. Kind ‘f surprised y’ joined up after that, instead ‘f redecoratin’ Slate’s face an’ putin’ the cartel in the past tense before callin’ it a day.” Sure Slate had healed her then husband, but Ranger wasn’t so sure she could work with the guy who got her spouse tortured and left in a pool of their own blood.
Train said the place paid the bills. Ranger nodded, she remembered way back when she was still newer to NYC. Smaller apartment, smaller work. That was until she got a nice influx of cash from the Kabal which she turned around and used to expand her own business.It’s amazing how much money being a troubleshooter for people will earn you.
When Ranger addressed Lee, Train excused himself for some water.
Lee shrugged and suggested it was all maybe the right place, right time… or fate.
”Maybe I’m too cynical. Yes, they’re people, but also a potential resource. Not in some exploitative way.” Ranger scratched the back of her head. What she was saying was sounding worse out loud than in her head. ”A mutually beneficial relationship.”
As for doing so much unbelievably wild in life, ”I can understand life bein’ wild. I’ve jumped int’...” Ranger thought for a moment, ”Fifteen, no… sixteen countries. None ‘f them t’ be friendly. All f’r this agency ‘r that organization… Speakin’ ‘f wild an’ workin’ f’r organizations; I learned about the Kabal from a member when we worked t’gether t’ track down a woman who had run off with my body.”
Ranger had said a fair amount about Dammit and Miss Rev, but the thing that caught Tarin’s attention was Dammit’s name.
”If y’ knew my wife an’ the dog... Y’d understand. Dammit’s her dog an’ somehow has little dog syndrome while large enough that Emma rides her like a horse.” Ranger said with a laugh. Dammit’s name was often a conversation starter. Sometimes from a Karen at a playground who pearl clutched when Ranger called the dog’s name to rein her back in.
Tarin unlocked the door to the shop and let Lee and Ranger in first. Lee led the way in, setting her drink on the counter and hitting the lights like she’d done it every day. Ranger sipped her coffee and looked around. It was a nice little space. Ranger often had to remind herself that her living arraignment was nearly palatial by New York City standards. Granted, a lot of that was a benefit of living in Brooklyn… And it being tucked away on top of a large commercial space.
Lee mentioned it being an old habit. Which was interesting since Ranger knew they couldn’t have met and gotten together that long ago. Tarin was from the AV, Lee had lost Kevin’s father around the time of the rip closing. Ranger wondered idly if Tarin was the AV version on Kevin’s father and this was a repeat of what this universe’s Tarin did.
Instead of commenting, Ranger sipped at her coffee. Question might be a little personal to just up and ask all of a sudden. Instead she said, ”Cute little place… I hope I’m not throwin’ yall’s day off by taggin’ along. Today’s been sort of a weird almost old home week… Never expected I’d run int’ someone with the kinds of connection’s y’ had, Lee.”
Tarin asked what kind of dogs, Ranger smiled an almost strained smile and took a loud breath through her nose.
”A friend of my wife’s apparently thought it would be fun to gift us a pair of caucasians.”Ranger said, then added, ”One of them is generally well behaved… The other, she acts up enough for the pair. Though, especially when the kiddo is involved, Reveille will tear it up just a bad as Dammit if there’s too much fun t’ be had.”
Ranger sipped her coffee, still a little hot, ”When I say gift, turns out when we lived at Haven, before de-agin’, someone snuck in and left them in her room f’r us. Thankfully I have a decently large buildin’ f’r them t’ run around in an’ can send an employee out t’ walk ‘em if I need t’... But nearly four-hundred pounds howlin’ at all hours is not conducive t’’ sleep.”
Ranger didn’t say anything, she just nodded. Tarin tried to keep as low a profile as possible. That was interesting. She mentally filed that away. She didn’t want to stir up anything, but there was often a reason when people had that kind of reaction.
Although, Tarin being from the other side of the rip had Ranger betting it was SUPER related. The AV SUPER.
Just making conversation, Ranger asked if there was anything in the cart to make the coffee Irish. There was not. Ranger made a show of mock disappointment.
Coffee in hand, Ranger dropped a couple extra bills in the tip jar that was mostly empty. People loved paying with cards nowadays but cash was king. Maybe seeing a few more bills in the jar might encourage others to help out too.
Then Ranger met back up with Tarin and Lee. ”Mmm, coffee. Emma had my pet bears up all night singin’ the songs of their people. An’ dogs that big ‘re not quiet.”
”Interestin’.” Ranger mused. She wasn’t sure how she felt about contacting a ghost. Rather, contacting ghosts for personal reasons. She could see the benefits for sourcing information, maybe solving a murder or something. Speaking to a lost loved one… It just seemed like it would be harder to let them go. Say Tarin died, lost his power, or moved. You lose the ability to contact them and have to grieve all over again.
Perhaps Ranger would feel different if his losses were more recent. Time had eased the pain of all of her losses.
”Have y’ ever been visited by any of New York’s finest lookin’ t’ crack a difficult murder case?” Ranger finally asked, ever the pragmatist.
As for drinks, Train had water and coke. No coffee. Lee had noticed a vendor with a short line and took off toward it. ”Pin in the ghost talk?” Ranger said as she also diverted from Tarin to follow Lee to the coffee.
Ranger’s coffee order was simple. Rarely, but somehow not always never, messed up. ”Black. That size.” With a point to the cup size she wanted. Sometimes at big chains where they ask your name she gets weird looks when she says Michael.
Ranger chuckled softly, it was so perfect. Someone who did stuff with ghosts, sold that aas a service. Reminded Ranger of how Rhiannon sold workouts with her power—bodyswapped with yout then went to the gym.
”Okay, then I have t’ ask—d’ people actually want t’ talk t’ the dead ‘r they lookin’ f’r that comfortin’ lie that a cold reader gives ‘em?” Ranger asked as they walked toward the shop. Obviously people that needed something from the spirit like a location or a secret would love Tarin, but so many people just seemed to want to hear some nicety.
Lee asked about drinks and whether or not she needed to get coffee on the way, ”Yes, are there drinks? Inquiring minds want t’ know.”
It seemed Lee knew about Tavis. Not too surprising, the man’s attack on Iris wasn’t some secret—especially post him being apprehended.
”I’m more worried about how they’ll contain him. There’re ways t’ contain mutants… Magic. That’s new an’ while Travis doesn’ seem like he can blow down doors, he’s turnin’ off powers, changin’ his face, an’ who knows what else… I wouldn’t’ve blamed Cold Steel f’r jus’ putin the man down after Iris was cured.”
The only thing that kept Ranger from ventilating Travis’ dome piece was the unknowns around Iris. Killing Travis might have condemned Iris. Ranger’s power being broken was a price Ranger was fine paying for Iris to be okay.
At the mention of taking the conversation on the road, Train suggested going to the shop. Not sure what that was, Ranger chimed in in response to Lee.
”Sure. What kid ‘f shop is it?” Ranger asked. Lee was fine with the vague generalities that Ranger had disclosed so Ranger took an initiative in shifting the conversation.
”It was actually the kids parent an’ Cold Steel that ultimately saved the kid. I jus’ put my thumb on the scale. Flushed the scum out ‘f hidin’ an’ denied him the enchanted tools he’d been workin’ on.” Ranger had felt like the mission had been a complete failure until Travis had been apprehended at the mansion. Having access to Travis’ spellbook—really more of an engineering book—Ranger could see the designs for spells that she had denied the monster.
Lee asked if Haven was still running the same kinds of missions, ”I cain’ say much, already stretchin’ the limits on what I should say. Short answer, I’m not sure. After I was de-aged I was no longer a player at Haven. Moved out, maintained my business’ job as security through my second in command. Only recently have I reestablished a relationship with Svetlana.” Range looked away for a moment thinking though what she’d seen and heard about Haven post the de-aging ”Best I can guess, there is some shenanigans goin’ on, but not to the scale as before. More vigilante, less militarized police action. Street level, focus on helpin’ in the moment. Not as proactive against larger gangs.”
Ranger looked around, ”Might be best if we move this conversation. Gettin’ a little heavy to be standin’ still in the open.” Best to hold it on the move or somewhere secluded. ”Without a doubt mentions of Slade, Romania, an’ Haven would have any interested parties creepin’.”
