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.
"The 5th was a good squad, guys were like family. I got some other offers but hey why leave a good thing ya know?"
”I got lucky, I passed selection shortly after I got into the 75th. Hadn’t build those strong bonds yet.”
"We've been playing tag for a few years now it sounds like. Passing trains and what not. Pleasure to finally meet ya."
The Ranger laughed. Henry’s description of their almost interaction was accurate. ”Same t’ you. I almost feel like I know y’ just from yore work.” People could lie when they talk to you. The results of their work didn't.
"What are you doing now that your out?"
”I started a security company. Blackforest Tactical. Well, the public face is security. We act as a PMC an’ work for NATO countries. It's why I was in Caligari. We got contracted by the DoD for a series of Ops in AFRICOM an’ CENTCOM. Spent the last three years overseas. Now that I'm back is back to managin’ an’ usin’ security work to keep the lights on.”
Rianne enjoyed going out and singing karaoke. Work had made that difficult, her favorite places didn't do karaoke on her nights off. Her schedule had finally shifted around to let her go back to one of the bars she’d use to enjoy singing at. It had been a rough day at work so karaoke was just what the doctor ordered.
The evening was a decently warm one. This meant it was time to break out the sleeveless dresses. She picked a nice flouncy one, grabbed a pair of heels, and was on her way to the bar. On the way there her friend called to say she couldn't make it. Already dressed and on her way, Rianne decided to make the most of the night anyway.
As the evening rolled on at the bar it was clear the scene had changed since she had last been there. The energy was lower. Rianne ordered a drink and watched people sing . There were plenty of them who were quite inebriated and couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. There were also a select few that could really sing. Most were somewhere in the tipsy middle.
Rianne took a turn singing. She’d spent her youth training and was met with some applause when she finished. She also started to receive a quite the attention from a few of the male patrons of the bar. Most resigned to just look at her from across the bar. A couple had tried some cheesy pickup lines and we’re sent on their way. You have to try harder than some canned line if you want Rianne attention.
As the evening went on the crowd became more lively. This is when karaoke was best. Rianne turned to order another drink when she heard someone call from the stage. “Anyone out there fancy a duo? Come on, its time to really get this party going.”
That could be fun. Rianne looked to see if anyone was taking the offer. Didn’t look like it.
“There must be someone out there brave enough for little old me.”
Rianne jumped off the barstool and made her way over. Once she was close enough to not yell over the crowd she called, “I’ll sing with you!” and then climbed up next to the red head. “Howdy. I’m Rianne. What are we singing?” Rianne had seen Disney songs pulled up and the excitement was real.
"My parents also encouraged an active lifestyle. They had different ideas of what that means though." Rianne laughed, thinking back to how her parents each tried to encourage her to do things. Almost never the same things. "Momma had me learning to sing and dance. Daddy got me shooting and barrel racing." Rianne took a drink of her margarita. "I really do miss barrel racing though. I was good enough once to compete on the rodeo circuit."
Rianne laughed at little, "I had a parent who wanted me to be a performer but I competed in a sport. Yours wanted you to play a sport and you perform. What a pair we make."
Well that is certainly a rude thing to ask. Before Rianne could reply with how she is a lady and how she isn't so suprised him as a butt-fairy is not used to seeing one, he amended,
“I mean with the powers there. You run like a car on the highway. You saw that guy though a whiteout and you chucked those fire extinguishers like they were nothing.”
Well that took the fun out of replying to him. That question was positively reasonable. "I work out." She held a face like Trace had just pissed in her cheerios for about three seconds before she broke into a small smile. "My power is... Diverse, but limited. I can life thousands of pounds or run faster as a car and can see outside the visible spectrum or hear outside the normal range."
“Ever thought about joining SUPER? We could use someone with those abilities”
"All I know about SUPER is that I'm supposed to bail yall out of any trouble you get in with the rest of the force and keep out of the way. If you would like to enlighten me?"
"We like to think so. I'm surprised we haven't crossed paths before, though on the field we might not have known. Were you involved with the Caligari op?"
The Calgari Op? Yes, the Ranger was involved. He'd been contracted to make night time abductions and termination of high value targets. Several locations that were to be hit by infantry had been hit by the Ranger in advance to soften them up. Nothing was better than showing up at a compound and finding the guards on shift already dead. On a few occasions he had to go loud. He knew a story of someone swinging a truck and tossing it through a building to make an hole.
"I was there. DoD hired me for some of their more sensitive missions."
"They called me Darwin, locals called me the Desert Wolf. It was a long year."
That stopped the Ranger right before he took a bite. The Desert Wolf, the 5th SFG Operator who was unknowingly working opposite the Ranger in Caligari. The guy who the Ranger's job was made easier by.
"Y' were the Desert Wolf? How were y' only 5th SGF? That was more impressive work than most o' the guys in Green could manage." Henry having dropped that bomb the Ranger couldn't be outdone. "Hear about the raid on that general's compound? Infantry was deployed, heavy casualties expected. Guys show up and catch 'em with their pants down. Whole guard dead or missing. That was me."
"I like mine too, and I paid way too much for them to get ruined." Boots you could always just buff out. These heels were not so durable.
Amelia replied that the someone who was checking Rianne out not cute. He was handsome, and past that sounded like what she was in the market for. Tall and strong. Hopefully his personality was something she could stand. And he had a wingman, who Amelia just left out. To be fair, Rianne didn't care about what he looked like so not hearing his description was perfectly fine.
"I'm liking what I'm hearing."
Rianne drank her margarita and straightened up in her seat while waiting to see if the men did anything. The men being interested enough to come over would save her the trouble of having to find a dance partner. She wasn’t looking for anything more tonight, but she would see how the night went.
It wasn’t long before someone slid into the seat beside Rianne. She nonchalantly looked over to see the man next to her. Not the man Amelia had described. And a metal hand. Now that is something different. There was an, “evening,” and a drink order placed before he asked,
"Is it okay if I sit here?
Playing it off like they were just taking seats at the bar. Smooth. Having the wingman approach first to test the waters. Not normally a bad play. Rianne was on the fence about it. On one hand it was a cute, dividing the two women and testing the waters. On the other hand, man up. Easy for Rianne to say being willing to make them approach, but if you are going to do something. Do it. Maybe even say that it was your chair.
She decided not to hold it against him. It clearly just meant she was intimidating enough.
The pair shook. and they both took another bite of their respective foods. It was always nice to run into someone who was able to relate somewhat to what the Ranger went through in the military. While Henry wasn't JSOC he was still tip of the spear. A job so few could ever even dream of being able to do.
"How long you been stateside? I got back six months ago. Took over the family bakery on 12th. Bit quite back here in the western world."
If he was 5th SFG and only got back stateside six months ago, it is possible they crossed paths. Though Henry didn't look familiar, so he might not have worked with his squad.
"Separated several years back Worked the last few years as a contractor in CENTCOM and ARFICOM. Jus' got back a month ago. I worked with some of the 5th, yall know how t' get shit done."
“Oh gosh, your poor cracked phone! Did that happen tonight, saving me?”
”Some of it. I learned a long time ago I can’t keep the newest fanciest phone. I am too hard on them. Makes me miss my old Nokia. The department helps me pay more new ones when I completely smash them, so it is all good.” Her phone was a couple generations old, but so far was still trucking on. This latest crack wouldn’t knock it out of commission, but it might put it on its last leg.
“I’d love to show you sometime. It can be quite a show.”
”Oh, I bet!” Rianne said as she saved the number under a new contact in her phone, then put it away.
“I find performing very theraputic, plus its great exercise. Healthy body, healthy mind, right?
”For sure!.A lot of people would probably be a lot happier in life if they put more time into being active.” Lord knew Rianne needed her exercise to burn off the stress of her own job.
That and margaritas.
”Gracias.” Rianne said to the waitress as she dropped off the second frozen drink.
Posted by Ranger on May 12, 2017 14:38:09 GMT -6
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“Bore is the inside part?”
”Yeah, it is the inside part of the barrel the bullet travel through. Everything, an’ I mean everything that goes down the bore, unless it is a mop or nylon, goes one way. And the rod that pushes anything not a bullet through has a guide to get it in without touchin’ the chamber walls.”
“I thought guns were like… I dunno, Kinda mysterious? It’s almost a letdown to see their guts.”
”You hang around guns long enough y’ll understand there’s plenty of mystery. We jus’ got real good at building stuff that does what we want with no explanation.” How exactly does the posi-trac rear end on a Plymouth work? It just does.
The Ranger held up a AR-15. ”This is an SR-15, or Stoner Rifle after Eugene Stoner who designed the AR-15. The trick with the AR is to maintain as much precision as y’ can while allowing a high rate of fire. It is no bolt gun in terms of how precise it can be or how big a punch it can have, but it can run fast with minimal loss to precision.”
Popping two pins, the Ranger separated the upper and lower receivers of the rifle. The Takedown and pivot pins captured by a detent so they stayed attached to the lower receiver. ”ARs are composed of an upper and a lower half.” He held up the lower. ”The lower has the stock, the buffer which is spring loaded to return the weapon to battery, the fire control system which includes the trigger, the selector, grip, magwell, and mag catch.”
Setting down the lower the ranger picked up the upper. He then pulled on the charging handle and pulled it and the bolt carrier group out. ”This is the upper receiver. The bolt carrier travels through it and the barrel is connected on one end. The bolt carrier holds the bolt and the firing pin. When the gun fires it gets pushed back into the buffer tube on the lower by gas before the buffer pushes it back into lockup against the locking lugs of the barrel.” The Ranger pushed on the buffer and then pointed to the lugs inside the chamber through the ejection port. Without additional light it would be hard to see more than a general idea of what was going on.
”The dust cover can be closed but will open with movement of the bolt carrier. No one uses these anymore, this ain’t Vietnam. The Barrel slides into the receiver and is often held by a Delta ring. This is a free-float system so instead there is a collar there which the free float handguard mounts to.” Realizing this would need explanation, the Ranger diverted the tracks for a moment.
”A rifle is considered free-floated when nothing touches the barrel except the receiver. This can have a huge impact precision. On an AR it is never truly free-floated.” Bringing his explanation back around, ”If you look through the hand guard you’ll see a skinny tube running most of the way down the barrel until it hooks into a little collar around the barrel. That’s the gas tube and gas block. When the bullet passes the hole in the barrel the block is on it lets gas into the system, on this weapon it is called direct impingement or DI. There are also piston systems. As long as the bullet is past the hole but in the barrel it creates pressure down the tube, this is called the dwell time. When the bullet exits the barrel the pressure lets off and the bcg goes forward again and loads the next round. Having a different length combination of barrel and gas tube length alters the dwell time an’ affects the cadence of the gun. And this bit on the end here is the flash hider. They don’t do much, but they help some and ain’t as loud as muzzle break.”
He set the upper down to let Jude get his hands on it.
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"Is Class 3 your designation or a legal one?"
"A dealer gets Class 3 status. I jus' pay the Govt two-hundred dollars fer every item I get." And then lean on an ATF contact to get the form moved to the front of the line. The post-ban machine guns were another story altogether.
"Will there be a quiz later?"
"Sure. But we just call it work."
The Ranger grabbed a large T handle hex head screw driver and pulled the screws out of a Remington 700 Police. "This is a Remington 700. Most of the bolt guns y' see here will be some flavor of this model." The Ranger said as he disassembled the rifle. Once it was apart he pointed out the distinct parts, "Stock, Saferty, bolt, bolt handle attached t' the bolt, the receiver, when you pull back the bolt you can see into the chamber in the barrel, the muzzle, trigger, trigger guard, magazine floor plate or bottom metal, an' above that is the spring steel and metal follower of the internal magazine. This is the bolt stop release, you press that an' you can pull the bolt out. That is necessary for cleanin' the bore of the rifle." The Ranger left the rifle with the stock, barreled action with scope mounted on top and trigger assemble connected, and trigger guard all separated so Jude could look at them.
Normally the Ranger would drive around the city or walk. Subways were normally his style. Today taking the Fordasaurus out would have been overkill and in the rain his bike was not optimal. This left the subway.
Heading just left a gym the Ranger was dressed in a tight shirt, shorts, tennis shoes, and a worn Leupold branded cap. wet from the rain, but not soaked. It was only a little rain.
The Ranger stepped into the subway car and looked around. It isn't paranoia when people have been out to kill you. Mostly it was the normal. There did happen to be one mutant with a visible mutation. Nothing else as he settled in with the rest of the crowd.
Then the feeling that he'd missed something. That tickle in your mind when you saw something but weren't consciously aware of seeing it. A moment later it clicked. Male, by himself. Talking. Some people were just crazy and did that. Acting on his gut, the Ranger moved made his way closer to overhear.
”I guess you’re right. Silver linings and all that. “ Rianne pulled out her now cracked phone. ”Let me get your number and we can hit the town sometime I’m not wearing holey clothes.” Thankfully she wasn’t bleeding as well. Just because she could run that fast didn’t mean she could land that fast. Thug 1 had just taken most of the impact for her.
Ambrosia gave a description of what spinning poi was. ”That sounds amazing! You definitely have to show me.” Rianne finished her margarita and waved for the waitress’ attention. When she got it she pointed to the glass and called ” Uno mas por favor, señorita.”
Posted by Ranger on May 11, 2017 10:59:32 GMT -6
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“How do you count ammo? Like, bullet by bullet? And what’s a build? You build guns from scratch?”
The Ranger assumed this is the part of the tour that would get the most questions. ”By the box. Most pistol ammo comes in boxes of fifty and rifle ammo comes in boxes of twenty. Shotgun shells are anywhere from five to twenty five per box.” The Ranger began, and moved to pick up some of the boxes as he spoke. ”A build isn’t from scratch, I don’t have the resources t’ work billet aluminum in t’ parts. We order in parts; receivers, barrels, an' all the rest. Then, we take an' machine an' fit the parts. ARs are pretty easy, they fit like Legos. A bolt gun gets a lot of work done t' blueprint an' accurize it.”
There were no ongoing builds for him to point out.
“Is this the only door in here?”
”Only door that leads in. There’s one hidden in back behind the rifles that leads t’ the class three storage.” Only Alpha had access through that door. Then heading off the question, ”Class three items are suppressors, machine guns, short-barrel rifles an’ shotguns, an’ destructive devices.”
The Ranger then pulled a few different guns off the racks and set them on the workbench. ”While we’re here let me give y’ a crash course in firearm anatomy.”
Posted by Ranger on May 10, 2017 22:08:55 GMT -6
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"I can use a computer okay. If not, there's the internet."
"I'll have some of the guys show y' how t' do what y'll be doin'. Not hard, jus' detailed. I'm not gunna jus' throw y' t' the wolves."
Making their way through the halls to thee armory the Ranger pointed out offices. They wouldn't need to worry about getting a tour of them, but the kid knowing where they were would be useful. Eventually the Ranger stopped at a metal door that was clearly reinforced. A light came on by the door as the Ranger approached. It registered him. He then entered a number on the keypad. Anyone could lift the means of getting into the rooms here, this one room had added security.
The door clicked and the sound of metal bars sliding into the door could be heard. The Ranger opened the door and stepped inside.
The armory was the biggest room so far. Half the room was dedicated racks that supported rifles, shotguns, and pistols. The other half of the room had racks with parts, shelves with boxes of ammo, and a long bench with several vises mounted to it. The bench had tools hanging above it on the wall and many bottles of various chemicals and oils.
"Here's where the gun an' ammo are stored. We also handle the cleanin', repairs, an' if we need t' work on a build. All guns are logged in an' out of here. All guns're inventoried every quarter. As ammo comes in it is checked off against the invoice and then stacked over there. An' if you see those shelves over there," The Ranger indicated a set of shelves next to the ammo that had magazines"Y'll help keep the mags there loaded. Alpha goes through a lot of ammo an' it takes a long time to load up their mags by themselves."
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“Does that deer not freak you out?”
"Not at all, but it is good at knockin' people off balance fer me." There were three kinds of people when it came to seeing Lucky on the wall. The first kind were impressed by the incredible size of the deer's rack. Red Deer were massive. The second didn't care at all. The third were the people who it creeped out or in some other way bothered. Bringing the third group into his office often gave him a leg up in dealing with them.
“Ah. Now this is something I’m more familiar with. None of this has a place yet? Shouldn't some of the personnel information be under lock and key?”
The Ranger pulled out his keys were a little device was on the key ring. "I can get in any door without havin' t' take the time to swipe in. Y'll get an ID that y'll swipe. Keeps a log of who comes and goes an' how long they stayed."
Moving to the desk the Ranger picked up a few of the papers and looked at them."Fer the most part y'll be filin' papers that get stacked up in here or enterin' data into a spreadsheet." He indicated the laptop. "Might even have y' dig up files from time t' time." He pointed to the stacks of paper, which were all in their own bins, if all lopsided from being dropped in there in a hurry. "There're labels that say what needs t' happen to each pile."
The Ranger moved back to the door. "Next the armory."
