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.
”I only ever went camping with my family a couple times. They were too busy to give up many entire weekends for it. And I’ve never gone to a festival where I would have camped. It sounds like it would be fun though.” If her time off ever lined up with one it would be something she might do at least once. As it was, half the time her time of was in the middle of the week. Six months with it around weekends, six months with it around mid week. At least she didn’t alternate days and nights.
”That’s fair. And I wish there was more money that could be spent on community policing to try and keep people from getting set on the criminal path. I wish my particular job wasn’t needed. I’ve never had to shoot, but I have scoped in on a kid before.” Rianne took a long drink of her margarita. It gave her chills to think about how close she’d come to killing a 16 year old kid once. She’d received the go ahead to shoot, but in that extra second she delayed the kid had surrendered and put down his gun.
”Sometimes I think I feel too much to be a sniper.”
The description of Henry's power was interesting. Aside from the shifting it sounded similar to his own, at least in the sense that it gave him various physical enhancements. The difference being Henry got to choose when and what.
"That sounds both useful an' like a logistical pain. An' that explains why y're eatin' a pretzel after a run instead of somethin' with a bit more protein."
Henry then showed off his ink. Rather impressive sleeves with animals all over them. He also commented on how he was in prison. Must have been before he enlisted. The Ranger figured his enlistment was a way to get out of more prison. Why pay money to keep a kid locked up when you can pay to have them do work and learn life skills.
”That’s some impressive ink. Got it because of y’r power of coincidence?”
Command feeding Henry exotic stuff to test his power sounded about right. Never waste an advantage and find a way to milk it. This meant Henry had plenty of opportunities to test his power. The Ranger was a little jealous of his connection for various exotic meats. What does rhino taste like? No idea, but he would like to know.
”Man sized Bradley?” The Ranger asked, what else would a rhino-man be if not some juggernaut on the battlefield. ”Ever had Kodiak?” Henry’s power made the Ranger genuinely curious.
Henry gave Ranger his weight and he went to change the weights on the bar. 325 set he stepped behind the bar to spot.
Rianne smiled at Cait's joke about her taking the easy option. And she couldn't help but laugh a little. "You're too kind. And yeah, I do have a lot of serious training under my belt. I spend almost half my work week training." Rianne held her arms in front of her and flexed her triceps. "This is more from training in my free time."
While Cait's band wasn't a band in the sense Rianne normally thought of them, recording records and doing shows every four or five days, it was no less exciting. They were a band with a sound plan on making money now instead of hoping they had a unique sound and could get lucky. Or in the case of Nickelback, just get lucky and sell the same tune a hundred times. Cait also pulled out a card with her number on it. Rianne took it and produced a cracked phone. Smart phones just could never handle the strain she put them under. "I'm more of a country girl, but I like to think I have an eclectic taste. And I'd love to hear yall play! Maybe I can catch a couple different ones. Especially one where you play folk music."
She transferred the number from the card to her phone as she spoke and then sent a text so Cait would have her number as well.
Howdy, it's Rianne!
While all this was going on karaoke had continued on behind them. A new song kicked off and as Rianne opened her mouth to speak she winced. Someone was singing Don't Stop Believing by Journey and they were horrid. It took them all of one measure to hit a note so bad it almost physically hurt Rianne to listen to.
One eye closed, a look like she'd tasted something sour on her face she said, "I'm not drunk enough for that guy's singing." She reached for her drink and slid her phone away.
Rianne leaned in conspiratorially toward Cait, her drink held close to her face. "We may have to go show everyone how it's done again. They seem to have forgotten." Then without leaning back she stuck the straw in her mouth and drank.
”I know exactly what you mean!” Rianne said. Living in this concrete jungle all the time would be a nightmare. ”I take as many chances as I can get to get out of the city and just spend some time out where I can see stars.”
Ambrosia gave her a sympathetic look and said she bet it was hard to not completely loose it when kids are involved. ”It is easier when you know that losing it only hurts the kid in the long run. Still hard sometimes though, so very hard.” Rianne tapped her finger unconsciously on the side of her glass, a sign of her irritation. ”It’s easier when kids aren’t involved.”
Rianne liked what Ambrosia was saying. She didn’t believe all of it, but the sentiment was good. ”I’m at the point where I don’t think everyone can be redeemed. I’ve seen too many people who are too far gone. Everyone is worth the chance, but I don’t think it’ll work on some.”
The call came in that a black SUV was now parked outside the hospital. No one had stepped out. Due to current department policy of Terry stops they were just keeping an eye on the vehicle. Depending on who exited the vehicle, if anyone did, they would roll up on the vehicle.
Rianne guessed nothing would happen as long as Tony was in surgery. Once he was stable enough to move though it might get dicey.
A quick scan over the halls. She was looking for anyone who looked out of place. The mob may have already planted someone inside. No one’s body language indicated they were there as either a spotter for the men outside or as someone from the mob behind enemy lines ready to start off the party.
She wondered how the surgery was going. If it went poorly and Tony died not only would it be another death on the ledger against her, but she might just have a crime family out for her if it became known she made the shot.
The doctors might also become targets if they failed to save Tony.
Rianne shook her head. These were not things she should be concerning herself with now. She needed to be focused on the task at hand. Keep an eye out and be ready to respond to any threat.
The kid started coughing after ‘decocker’ the Ranger suspected it was to cover a laugh. He could understand how that might sound funny to someone not use to hearing about guns and their mechanics.
It seemed the Ranger’s answer had been satisfactory. Jude stated, "I'll clean guns for that."
The Ranger nodded to the kid.
This was good. If the kid had decided that he couldn’t clean the guns the Ranger would have to consider if having the kid just to do paperwork was worth it. It likely was. No one else wanted to hang out in paper hell. Only hiring one kid to handle the tedium of the business at this point was what he wanted.
”Any other questions or anythin’ you’d like t’ see before we continue the tour?”
There wasn’t much left to the tour. Most would be like the offices, just point it out as they passed. The only truly notable places left were the shoot house and the garage.
"Most of the enlisted men, sure. In my experience though the officers were split. Half didn't like mutants, half looked t' exploit mutants."
The Ranger stepped back from the bar, his sets all done. Henry's brain was clearly in gear, he stood there trying to puzzle out the Ranger's power.
"It seems to' respond t' need. I can sometimes trick it into workin' like I jus' did. In a life or death situation it would have responded faster. Probably. I've lifted over twenty k. It isn't just strength either. Speed an' a few other tricks. How 'bout yourself?"
While the Ranger wouldn't just jump into a conversation with the fact he was a mutant nor what he could do, Henry was a fellow operator. If he couldn't trust him whom could he trust?
Moving over to the side of the bar he put his hands on the weights. "What weight"
Having to work with someone who just came up to you is never optimal. At worst they are actively working against you, at best they are exactly as they appear. This meant most of the time things would go poorly.
If the mutant was right he had to act or no one was getting off this subway.
The mutant thought they used C4. No knowledge of chem or bio components. Simple mechanisms. This emant it would likely be easier to deal with when they found the explosives, but other than it being a plastic explosive would not lend any qualities that made it more detectable.
"... you're oddly cool-headed, man. Are you ex-military? Off-duty cop?"
"Military. I worked counter-terrorism." No sense trying to lie. It wouldn't be believable. Leave the details sparse though.
"I'm Elliott,"
"Michael."
The interesting thing about plastic explosives is that they are detectable by observing reflections of infrared and ultraviolet light off them. Worked better than scent based detection most departments utilized.
The Ranger could see both.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he was in a world of wild light. His eyes were taking in only infrared light. He was observing the world in shades of heat. This also meant if someone was moving around a bunch generating a bunch of heat, he could follow them.
As the doctors had passed Rianne she'd heard them commetning on the status of the man.
"Gunshot wound. Through and through left side of the chest..." And after that it was all doctorese that Rianne couldn't follow.
From where Rianne was positioned she could hear the seemingly frantic movements and speech of the doctors and nurses. They were all working so hard to save the life of a man Rianne had just tried to kill. And now Rianne was standing outside the room to protect all of them. The world is a funny place sometimes.
Apparently the man was the son of a big shot in the mob. The Department was now sending additional officers to position at the entrances to the hospital. Rianne spent the next several minutes listening to the radio. The man was Tony Cirillo. Son of one of the underbosses of one of the cities more notorious crime families. Intel indicates that the family had begun coordinating with a few notable terrorist organizations.
It also turned out that one of the undercover officers who had imbedded himself within the family had reported Tony was a mutant. Power unknown. It was from in family rumor.
A shot rang out in the New York streets as the rifle pressed to Rianne's shoulder shot fire and bucked against her shoulder. She worked the action on her rifle before clicking the safety on. She could see her target through the scope, he lay on the ground his pistol laying feet away. A small hole in the glass of the building and the spider webs spread from it blocking part of her view.
The man was a member of the mob, it was believed he was working with a terror cell. That was the last thing this city needed, the big crime families working with foreign organizations who want to wipe clean everything Rianne held dear.
The call had come that the man had taken hostages following a shake up gone bad. Rianne was close enough to get on scene with her rifle and end the situation before anyone else got hurt. Now she was following the ambulance to a nearby hospital. The department was putting several officers on security while the man was at the hospital. The also wanted an ESU officer on hand due to the terrorist connections. As the first ESU officer on hand, Rianne was the first to hold guard duty.
When they took the man into the surgery Rianne took position outside.
She took no joy in having shot the man who she still had not learned the name for. She was given the order to shoot and complied. Nor did she want the man to die, she had expected it following the shot and had mentally prepared for that there was the chance for her not to have taken another life.
She crossed her arms in front of her midsection, hand blocking her sidearm, and waited.
"Haven't heard that one before." The Ranger drawled sarcastically. "And in no way led t' me getting Ranger as a callsign."
Fourth set. Up and down, up and down the bar went. The end of the set the bar was moving noticeably slower. He racked the bar. Then Henry asked him about whether he was human or not. An interesting way to ask if someone was a mutant. The Ranger viewed mutants as still humans. Even if they have the X-gene they were still working with 23 chromosomes and could, normally, still breed with a non-mutant.
"Nah, I'm not vanilla." Avoiding saying he wasn't human. "And I think I could say the same about you, Desert Fox. Some of those stories were... interesting."
The Ranger took the bar one last time. "Last set. I'll show you how it works. Back up." His power might not engage with a spotter. After letting Henry move back he lifted the weight.
He went through the set, by 8 he was struggling but he kept on. Eventually the bar was down against his chest and not moving. His face was red with effort. Then the weight went back up seemingly effortlessly. Once it was back up he let go with his left hand. He was holding the bar up by his right hand only keeping it from falling to the left. He rose to his feet, turned, and lowered the bar onto the rack with no visible effort. All the while his muscles rippled and expanded to handle the load he put them under.
The green mutant seemed to have a better hold on himself as he provided information on the situation. He'd seen the man before trying to kill people. Connection to terrorist faction. Ragnarok? Was this a group of angry Norsemen? They use explosives. Lovely.
Taking a breath the Ranger's mind flew as he looked around himself. The odd man was a bomber. Part of a domestic terrorist organization. Ideally the bomb would go off when the train arrived at the station. Hurt more people and those who survived would have a horrific story to tell. Spreading terror.
"By the time the police could respond the bomb will have gone off." The Ranger looked back to the green mutant. "We need to find it without promoting a panic and without making it to obvious what we're doing." It wouldn't do to have the guy detonate his bomb early.
"Do you know anything about the construction of his previous bombs? Materials, mechanism, are they just a blast or are they chem, bio, or rad?" Depending on what the bomb was it would help in locating it.
What made her want to become an officer? It wasn't exactly an easy question. There was of course a sense of duty, a desire to do good, but there was more to it. "I wanted to help people who have no one they can turn to. I wanted to be able to make a difference in people's lives. I felt the best way I could was to stand on that thin blue line between order and chaos."
Rianne drank some of her margarita before answering the second question. It was the easy one. "The ESU is a part of the Special Operations Division. Every officer is cross-trained in multiple disciplines to handle police and rescue work. SWAT is part of the ESU. We handle counter-narcotic, counter-terrorism operations, and HAZMAT among other things. I am a sniper on a Special Response Team. Basically I roll around in a squad car and when a call comes in I can get to the scene faster than a SWAT team can."
Cait was a professional musician. That was cool! Not that she was a musician, anyone with a 6-string could claim they were a musician. You had to be paid to be a professional. While playing bars and clubs wasn't the same as Madison Square Garden, all bands had to start somewhere. "That is so cool! What kind of music do yall play? When is your next show I'd love to check it out!" In excitement she just managed to not knock over her margarita.
Rianne loved going out to clubs playing music. Dancing was one of her passions in life.
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"This is another 'don't throw me to the wolves' part, I hope."
”Yeah, it’s another one of those.” The Ranger laughed. ”This bein’ done right could make a life or death difference. Y’ll get walked through it.” The kid was bright enough, this quick primer plus walking him through once or twice ought to be enough. Nothing was difficult or super complicated just precise and requiring elbow a little grease.
As Jude looked over the schematic for the P226 the Ranger said, ”Y’ likely won’ ever break one down all the way. The only reason would be t’ replace hammer.” then shifting to talking about the design, ”most of that is there to make the decocker work. A nifty SIG invention from the 1920’s. It decocks the hammer safely so the weapon can be carried in double action but after firing once operate in single action.”
Then the kid asked a doozy of a question.
"You guys kill people?"
At first the Ranger didn’t know how to answer. The answer was yes, but if left there sounds terrible. ”When we have to.” He began. ”Security is about protectin’ someone or somethin’. From time t’ time our hands’re forced.”
This was true for all the day to day operations of Blackforest Tactical. The Ranger was not about to disclose the other side of their operations to Jude. Maybe one day if he stayed around and showed himself able to handle knowing what Alpha did.
”We prepare f’r the worst but pray f’r the best. We don’ want t’ have to kill someone, but we do what has t’ be done.”
Cait’s friends had flaked on her. That was never fun. Hopefully they’d extended the courtesy of a phone call or text saying they couldn’t make it. ”The friend I was supposed to meet called to say she couldn’t make it while I was headed over. I was already dressed and out the door. Can’t not go at that point.” Rianne’s drink arrived and she held it up in a toast to Cait. ”To all the fun our friends will be sad they missed.” And she noticed that Cait had ordered a beer while Rianne had opted for a fancier, frozen drink. While beer was nice, margaritas had tequila.
Rianne took a drink and Cait asked what she did for a living. Setting her drink down, Rianne said, ”Not at all. I’m an NYPD officer. Part of the Emergency Support Unit.”
Some people had negative reactions when they found out Rianne was a police officer. Some people were just flat confused, a blond girl in a flouncy dress wasn’t the mental image many people had of one of New York’s finest. And then there were people that wanted to buy drinks or meals to thank her for doing what she did. And everything in between.
”How about you?” Rianne asked before drinking more.
