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’ve only lived in cities too. Though back home drive for ten minutes and you can get to the country. I’ve had lots of experience with animals.” As pets, as beasts of burden, and as something to hunt. The latter was mostly MLD or managed land deer tags. Hunting does and spikes to control population on high fenced property. Rianne wasn’t a trophy hunter. ”I’m in the same boat as you though, I want to get a puppy pretty bad. Would cost way too much though where I live.” Rianne hadn’t been a little girl wanting a pony, she’d been a little girl with a horse to ride.
”That’s why they pay me the big bucks.” Rianne said with a forced laugh. They did not pay her the big bucks. ”I sometimes get to punch them in the nose. Mostly though I have to stand there and not punch them while dealing with them.”
”I think you’re right. There are more good people out there than bad. I just have to deal with the bad so often it feels like that’s all there are sometimes. It can be hard to walk that thin blue line.” Rianne took a sip of her margarita. ”Maybe one day people will learn that putting salt in someone’s sugar won’t make theirs any sweeter.”
Trace didn't seem too enthused by her joke. It was only fair she get to make one, right? Her real explanation seemed to interest him though. But he was probably interested in all the ladies that could outrun cars, lift trucks, and see in the dark.
Or he just wanted he to join SUPER and her power set was perfect for the organization.
Trace went on to explain what SUPER was. Well, he explained in an excruciating lack of detail. Rianne didn't fault him for this. He worked for some secret governmental agency, he couldn't just disclose it to the first pretty face that could haul his slow ass across a war zone.
And Trace was aware he had steak but was giving crumbs. He extended Rianne a business card with information to contact the super secret HR. So secret they aren't called HR.
Rianne searched his face before she took the card. As far as she could tell he was on the up and up, "I'll think about it." She took the card. "Just tell them the butt-fairy sent me?"
"Did he have a backpack? A cool one? Really cool? Thought I saw a neat little keychain thingy, I was going to ask him about and this really isn't believable, is it? Listen. Did you see where that guy went? I smell trouble."
And like that things became the bad kind of interesting.
"What are yo' on about? The Ranger looked around again. "No, I didn' see where he went. What's the situation?" He said in a quieter voice.
This mutant seemed to know something. Though he was a little excitable. The Ranger lamented the fact he was dressed for working out. He only had a Ruger LCP on his waistband, but in this subway car he would likely have to stick to hand to hand.This had better not turn into another Brussels of Saint Petersburg. The Ranger liked not being exploded.
The Ranger made his way closer to the male he had single out. Moving close enough to hear the man he listened. Muttering things that sounded like trouble, but after a short while the Ranger could tell they were song lyrics all jumbled up. Those exact songs are common among those who've recently been in the military. Especially infantry. While the man may not be saying anything out of place, he did seem to have some odd quality to him. A weird blur. A mutant?
Not seeing anything which immediately threw a red flag the Ranger decided to wait and see if anything happened. He trusted when his gut told him there was trouble.
A moment later the mutant with a visible mutation he'd seen earlier was near and speaking to the Ranger. "Hey." The Ranger replied without turning to look at him.
"Crap weather we're having, huh?"
The Ranger spared the green mutant a glance. "Ain't that the truth." The Ranger looked down at his still rain wet shirt. "I like it, mos' times. Just not right now." He was close enough the man couldn't get away without him noticing. Entertaining this newcomer wouldn't be an issue.
"Did you just feel a breeze?"
"Yeah, probably just the..." The subway hadn't stopped so the doors didn't open. The Ranger looked around to see where a breeze would come from. The man was gone. Ranger kept looking. He didn't see the man anywhere. "Did you see..." He cut himself off. No need to express what may just be paranoia.
Henry answered the Ranger’s question, but it was time for him to lift. The Ranger took the weight again and worked through another set. He always found the second set the easiest. Probably just because his muscles were warmed up and ready to work.
The set done the Ranger racked the weight. ”Bryan, Texas. Over next t’ College Station where Texas A&M is. Nice area, but now it’s 250,000 people and a third of them are college students.”
Taking the weight for a third set the Ranger lifted. He knocked out another set. Sweat was now beading up across his body. It wasn’t hot outside, it just took a lot to lift the weight and control it. After he racked the weight he let his arms fall, hands touching the ground. This let him stretch his pectorals.
”Haven’t really gone back since I got out of the service.”
Henry whistled when the Ranger gave him his lift numbers. The Ranger knew they were impressive numbers, he had worked his ass off for a decade to build up to them. He was now at what was likely the peak performance he could achieve without dedicating his entire life to just lifting. That, or steroids.
Once the Ranger had his shirt off the weights were set. Henry took the spotting position so the Ranger, after doing some quick plate math to check the weight, lay down on the bench in lifting position. Thanks to his power the Ranger could lift to failure and never need a spotter.As he reached failure his power would engage to save him from the crushing weight.
“Damn that’s an impressive lift. Remind me to call you when I need help moving.”
”As long as you don’t own a pool table, sure.” That that they were too heavy, but everyone lived up stairs it seemed and they don’t like going up or down stairs.
The Ranger shifted his position and then reached up for the bar. While he could rep the weight it didn’t make it easy. He was doing the equivalent of lifting just over two of himselves. Up went the weight off the rack, then down to the chest, and up again. Repeat for eight repetition and rerack. Then you take a thirty second break before doing it again.
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The Ranger parked his murdered out Mustang GT500 Hellcat Tamer in a garage. The Fordasaurus would be overkill for this trip and he was wearing black cowboy boots and a suit so his bike was out of the question. At 765 horses the car could still make an impression. Not having to pay for anything while overseas for three years allows someone to buy something nice.
From there the Ranger walked the rest of the way to Haven. Max had gotten the Ranger in contact with Haven regarding doing security work. Security work through both his companies more active and passive ways of providing security. Since the initial contact there had been small exchanges, but this was the sit down. Where the Ranger would finally meet Devon and hopefully sign the deal.
When the Ranger arrived he checked in with security they directed him to the meeting room. As the Ranger headed to the elevator security guard picked up a phone and called ahead.
Stepping out of the elevator he made his way to room 412. He’d pulled a copy of the building’s plans while working on plans for managing the security of it. He knew exactly where it was. Arriving at the door to room 412 he knocked and then opened the door. He was expected after all.
”Howdy. I’m Michael Hunter of Blackforest Tactical.” He said holding out his hand.
”It really is! There’s just not a lot of chances to do it around here.” There was that, and that you ideally had your own horse and trying to keep a horse anywhere near the city would cost an arm and a leg. Either you stable it somewhere or you own a piece of property. Whichever way you go would cost a fortune anywhere close to there.
“Parent’s rarely want to see their children hurt, I think that’s a good sign.”
"Most parents. I’ve seen the others a few times… I sometimes consider transferring to child abuse. Those officers are sometimes the only advocate those kids have. I only stay because I know I’m more useful to more people where I am. But seeing what some parents do when they discover their child is a mutant… Sometimes I wish I could just pound on them.” Rianne shook her head, dismissing the train of thought. This wasn’t the time for such a conversation.
”Elves are definitely cute.” Rianne said with a laugh. ”And I feel for the visible mutants who aren’t so cute. Especially the ones who look dangerous. Many of them are forced to become as dangerous as they look because people put them in a box where fighting is the only way out. While it doesn’t excuse violent and criminal behavior it makes it understandable. Maybe someday people will just learn to mind their own business and that mutants aren’t the boogeymen.”
Cait was a terrible influence. The worst. The more Cait got into the song the more Rianne got into it. Having been content to be only fairly animated she found herself moving around on the stage getting into the song. Having the best time. Yup, Cait was the worst.
When they were finished Cait exclaimed that it had been amazing and complimented Rianne’s singing. Rianne grinned and replied, ”Yes it was! And you’re not so bad yourself.” Cait then asked if Rianne fancied a drink, and stated she’d pay. ”Who am I to say no to free drinks?” she said as she stepped down off the stage.
Rianne led the way over to the bar where a couple of barstools sat empty just waiting for them. She slid onto one of the barstools. Still grinning from her time on the stage, Rianne ordered a drink from the bartender. She then turned to Cait, ”Friend’s cancel on you too?”
"I'll have t' stop by. I'm not a huge baked good eater, but sometimes y' just gotta have one." If nothing else it would be a way to support a fellow Operator.
Henery said he'd get the Ranger a list and that it was to use to do what he loved. "I hear that."
The Ranger chuckled a little at Henry saying brains win battles, he was completely right but, "If y' can be smarter an' stronger the dice tend to roll a little more in y'r favor." Anything you can do to keep 'em off snake eyes as long as possible.
The pair walked for a few minutes to the fenced off gym area. The Ranger had never used this particular gym. There was nothing wrong with it, he'd just never stopped here before. It being so close to where he ran might make it worth revisiting. After they had stepped in Henry asked what was the Ranger's standard lift.
Lifting and pursuing greater and greater numbers had become something bordering an obsession for the Ranger. He had discovered that the stronger and faster he became normally he gained greater amounts of strength and speed at the top end of his power.
"I rep three seventy-five on bench, five hundred on squat, and five fifty on deadlift." There were those who could do higher than he could, but most were not at his weight.
The Ranger then pulled off his shirt. He'd sweat a little while running. Lifting would drench it, setting it aside would keep it from smelling too badly. Besides, he could use the sun.
Cait was Pumbaa, that meant Rianne was Timon. She could do that. While she wasn't all that snarky normally she could be snarky when she needed to. "I think I can bring the snark." She smiled and tried to get into character.
Their selection made the track was queued up. The music started and Rianne had to contain her excitement. She wanted to bounce up and down, but that would be too much. Cait turned to face the audience and Rianne followed suit. "So are you ready for a fun time?"
"You've no idea." Rianne said without looking over.
"Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase." She began the song.
As the song went on Rianne became more and more animated as the song became more lively. She included some touches from the movie, like the pinky in ear clean after Pumbaa's loud note.
When she said, "Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!" She reached out and held her hand in front of Cait's mouth for a moment. And when it came time for the Simba part Rianne went up an octave.
By the end of the song Rianne was spliting between singing to the audience and Cait.
Cait introduced herself and held out her hand. Rianne took it in a firm handshake contrasting her girly appearance. Then Cait suggested Hakuna Matata. Since virtually every other great Disney duet was a love song it was perfect. While Rianne had no problem singing one of the other duets to another girl, that was normally to one of your girlfriends not someone you were just meeting.
”Hakuna Matata works great! We just met, might be too soon to profess undying love. Need a couple more songs or drinks before then.” Rianne said with a laugh. ”Disney needs more duets for people who're just friends.”
Rianne grabbed a microphone and looked at Cait. She’d seen her earlier, even when not in cop mode she was good at remembering faces of people who had been in the same room as her. She remembered seeing the girl singing, but hadn’t paid much attention. As such she wasn’t as sure of the girl’s singing ability. This was karaoke though, it didn’t matter. If you could at least do half-way decent and make a show of it you were golden.
”Sorry about y’r loss. I lost both my parents back when I was in the service. Tried runnin’ their business. I wasn’t cut out to run an oil business so I sold it. Next year the oil market fell off a cliff, so I guess it worked out. THat’s how I had the funds to start my PMC. What business was y’r old man in?”
Henry then asked about sharing his equipment supplier. ”I cain’t do that, but what I can do is sell t’ you at cost. Same thing, but it keeps my suppliers happier. They don’ like dealin’ with small clients. Jus’ let me know what y’ need an’ I can get it ordered. Least I can do for a fellow Sof member” The Ranger said SF like the word soft without a t on the end.
The Ranger finished his hot dog as Henry asked, "You keep up with your PT I take it? I'm about to move on from cardio and do some lifting. Care to join?"
After swallowing the Ranger checked his watch and replied, ”Sure, as long as y’re fine havin’ someone out lift y’.” He smiled as he said it, it was a half joke. He could out lift most people he’d ever lifted with, and that was without his mutation. Henry looked strong though, he might be able to keep up.
”And it is so much fun!” Rianne said. Barrel racing was her passion for a while in high school. Sometimes she dreamed she was still doing it.
"Surely your parents must be proud of you though? Even if you didn't pursue all the things they wanted you to?"
”They are. And they always have been. They didn’t understand my wanting to go into law enforcement but they supported me. I think they just don’t want to see their little girl hurt.” Rianne’s father had been more understanding than her mother on the issue. While it would put her in more danger, it also meant Rianne would be more equipped to deal with the danger she faced on and off the job.
"My parents have always been pretty supportive. Even when they found out I was a mutant, they said I was special and should treasure my gift. I guess I'm really lucky like that."
”That’s awesome! There are way too many parents who when they discover their kid is a mutant, treat them like they are some kind of freak. I didn’t tell mine for a long time, I didn’t want that to be the thing that ruined our relationship. I was already an adult, so it wasn’t like it could make home life an issue. I’d seen too many bad outcomes so I feared the worst. They were accepting though, made me feel silly for getting so worried.”
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"So wait. It's got hydraulics? The spring buffer part?
"Nope. Just a spring." The Ranger took a small steel punch and used it to hold down the buffer retainer. The buffer no longer bound, slipped out of the buffer tube. He pulled it and the spring out.
"And this is the Lego one?
"Correct. I can snap parts on an' off this." The Ranger pointed to a rack of uppers that had no lowers. "I can take this lower receiver, connect any of those uppers, an' in the few seconds that takes go from the 5.56 that this shoots to any number of other calibers. .300 Blackout, 6.5 Grendel, 7.62 by 39 or what the AK47 shoots, .22 Long Rifle, .22 Magnum, 5.7 by 28 like the P90 shoots, or even a .50 Beowulf. If it fits up the magwell you can run it. If it doesn't there is a bolt action upper for it. Bohica Arms even makes a .50 BMG bolt action upper for the thing. Beyond that it I can change the stock on the fly, I can change the trigger to any number of other styles, I can change the muzzle device, I can mount a nearly infinite number of accessories to the handguard."
"What parts need cleaning? Everything that is supposed to move gets something, right?"
"The parts y' worry about are where carbon builds up an' the barrel. Y'll clean the barrel similar to a bolt gun. Beyond that y'll use a chamber brush in the chamber. Easiest thing to do is attach it to an electric drill." The Ranger picked up the bolt carrier group and set to work pulling it apart. Use the punch he previously used to pull out the retaining pin, then slide the firing pin out the back, then he could remove the cam pin, and finally the bolt. He then picked up a CRT-15. "This is a CRRT-15. It's how you clean these parts. The fat end goes in where the bolt came out of the carrier and it cleans inside there. The small end goes into the back of the bolt and the arm scrapes the curved parts around the gas rings. The rest you can use a brush on. When you put it back together make sure the gas rings aren't aligned. There's a little gap on them, just spin 'em 'round so they don't line up then reassemble it." The Ranger stuck the Bolt carrier group back together to show Jude. "Most work will be done to the upper, the lower will get fouled over time but it is nothin' compared to the upper. All the carbon forms near the key since that's where the hot gas hits and cools off."
"Is there compressed gas hiding in the stock?"
This question gave the Ranger pause, he wasn't sure why Jude would ask... Oh. "No compressed gas. The gas f'r the system comes from the burin' of the gunpowder. The only thing a modern rifle needs outside air for is t' cool down."
While the Ranger let the kid handle the parts he pulled out a mat with the schematic of a P226 on it. He set it down on the bench. They helped people keep parts contained in a small area. "Y'd seemed interested in the SIG. Here's what all the parts inside look like."
