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 came a rap at the door and it opened. In stepped the kid, Jude, as Terrance had introduced him. The Ranger gestured for him to take a seat. The kid would have been under dressed in most businesses. The Ranger a bigger fan of more casual attire, so long as it was on the nicer end, approved. Jude sat and took the initiative on the conversation.
"Hi. I'm Jude. I hear you can use a pair of hands."
"Howdy. I'm Michael." The Ranger reached across the table and held his hand out to Jude. It was almost like the table was made exactly wide enough for this gesture between to individuals.
You can tell a lot about a man from his handshake. A good handshake should be firm. Neither party should be crushing the hand of the other. The Ranger's handshakes were like rocks. Unyielding in how firm they are, but only tight enough to convey strength without having to crush a hand to prove it.
"Y' heard right. I've been out of country fer several years an' this place has come somewhat unglued in my absence. I need someone I can task t' fillin' the gaps. Sometimes that means office work, sometimes that means gettin' yer hands dirty in the armory." The Ranger indicated the wall behind him. "Ever worked with guns before? I don' mean shootin'."
Posted by Ranger on May 8, 2017 18:24:21 GMT -6
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Sitting in his office the Ranger shuffled papers across his desk. Everything from inventory to a few personnel files. He checked the time and dumped several of the files away into a drawer. He had a meeting with a kid about working there at Blackforest Tactical.
A perk of the sealed off nature of the business was that the Ranger could dress causally at work, most days. Jeans, boots, and a plaid button-up that he did not tuck in. The kid wasn't interviewing to be on a board of directors. Business causal would be overly dressed up most days.
Of course the kid wouldn't be able to do the usual security work. But, a company can't run if everyone serves the same function. The kid would be more like an intern. He would help fill in the gaps. Clean guns, file documents, inventory ammo. That kind of thing. He would be paid of course, unpaid internships are the worst and the Ranger could spare the money for it.
Blackforest Tactical Solutions was a smaller security firm that seemed to make more money than made sense for their size. The secret being that they were actually a private military company that handled security as a day to day. This meant keycards at doors, including the entrance, and tiered access to the various parts of the office.
The guard on duty today, Terrance, had been given the name of the kid who would be showing up today and would escort him to meet with the Ranger. Terrance was likely the best person to handle this. As far as the people who worked the vanilla jobs at Blackforest, Terrance was the one who not only didn't have a stick up his butt, he seemed genuinely friendly while still being capable.
The Ranger left his office and went to the boardroom. and sat along one of the long sides. He normally sat at the end, but this would be just him and the kid. Sitting at the head would be overkill. The table sat in the middle of the room and had eleven chairs. One at the head and five on each side. Lining the walls were guns; rifles, shotguns, and pistols all of them unloaded. Save one. Only the Ranger knew which one was actually hot.
The Ranger checked the time on his phone. If the kid was on time he should be there any minute.
He had heard the kid was a pain in the ass, but the Ranger was one to encourage investing in social capital. He knew someone that got the Ranger's attention
Posted by Ranger on May 8, 2017 13:35:24 GMT -6
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Was she laughing at now? Sure he had made a joke, but not one that warranted trying to conceal the laughter. Ah, his accent. She hadn’t been laughing before… Cain’t. He had said cain’t. He wasn’t sure if he had said it before. Oh well, someone laughing at the way he spoke wasn’t unusual here. The Ranger just shook his head slightly as they separated.
The problem is that dancing is like eating nuts. No matter how many you eat you always want one more.
"Thanks, but there's a shuttle to town. From there I'll take the subway. Don't have a car. Not sure if I can drive anyway. Hey. Say cheese."
Noel produced a flip phone. She them pointed the dinosaur at the Ranger and took a picture. He gave a smile and hoped he didn’t blink. Noel then showed him the contact. He did not blink, nor did he have some silly look on his face. He did laugh a little at the description. It made him sound like some crazy tabletop character.
”Y’ didn’t have that much, I’d think y’ good t’ drive.” He said while she was punching his information into his phone.
"I don't brain so good, this way even if I forget tonight, I won't forget you."
She didn’t have that much did she? She mostly sipped. Maybe it was related to her memory erasing power? Regardless, it was still a nice sentiment
The Ranger then provided his phone number, but stated that he would be leaving for the Middle East in a couple weeks and might be out of country for a few months. Not many people had a number to reach the Ranger, but they had worked well together that day.
”It was nice meetin’ y’, Noel. An' a pleasure t' work an even more so t' dance together.”
"I thought country songs were all about your truck and somebody shooting your dog."
"Y've been listenin' to the wrong country music. Texas and Red Dirt follow in the veins of good old Outlaw country."
The first song played, and then another. Interesting choice the DJ made, the pair had stepped out onto the dance floor at first with just half a song left. While they danced it became quite clear everyone was clearing out.
"This place cleared out quick."
"Was it the music? I bet it was the music. Cain't have somethin' people'll actually dance to." The Ranger said in jest.
He waved to the DJ and caught his phone when it came sailing back. It was clear everything was shutting down.
"Do you have a ride? Are you okay to drive?"
"My truck's in the garage. An' I should be fine in a half hour 'r so. I drank right up t' my limit." The Ranger replied as he went to retrieve his case before asking, "Do y' have a ride?" He hadn't seen how the rest of the security detail arrived.
Posted by Ranger on May 7, 2017 16:25:06 GMT -6
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The turn clockwise had thrown Noel for a loop. He could feel her confusion at the start in how she moved. Everyone had the same reaction when they were first learning. The Ranger knew Noel would eventually get it and smooth out her dancing.
As the song ended the Ranger didn't know if she knew how to do spins. "At the end of a song, the way y' thank y're partner is by spinnin' them." He raised his left hand, the one holding Noel's and opened and held it flat just higher than Noel's head. "As long as the hand is open you spin, you stop when it closes. Y' know which way t' go by which way I push with the other hand. If you've spun out and stopped I'll bend my wrist before I open my hand to indicate direction."
"You're making this terribly difficult, you know. I was going to go home and forget all about today."
"Y're welcome." The Ranger said with a smile. "I'm certainly havin' a much better time than I'd planned fer after the weddin'."
"It's Blackforest, right? Or am I misremembering your name?"
"Michael Hunter, Blackforest Tactical is my company."
The Ranger reached into his jacket pocket and drew out his phone. He got the DJs attention and tossed it over. There really wasn't anyone else dancing besides them. "Play some Cody Johnson."
He could dance to virtually any pop song the DJ could play, hell he could dance to rap and make it look good. Texas country artists though knew how to make a good song to dance to.
Posted by Ranger on May 7, 2017 11:57:35 GMT -6
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How many drinks had he had? On his fourth? At around 190 pounds he was at the normal limit for his body weight. Having trained his liver a little he could maybe squeeze one more drink in before he was intoxicated. Regardless, he could feel the effect of his bourbon on more than just his wound. The nice thing is that two-stepping was made to be the dance you did while drunk.
This begged the question, was he having such a good time with Noel because they just hit it off or was it the alcohol. Likely both.
"You're not a bad teacher."
"Y're a quick study." Noel had stopped having to look at her feet. Which was good, it meant Ranger could add to the difficulty. "Now we turn. Clockwise." He didn't mean they would turn on the dance floor, they'd been moving around the floor counter-clockwise already. The Ranger held Noel closer and as he moved they began spinning clockwise as they walked around the floor.
Maybe they'd get lucky and a waltz would play, or a polka. The latter was not very likely. Those were the fun ones to spin to.
He might have to have a word with the DJ as people left.
"You do this often?"
"Not as often as I'd like." Which would be every night if he could have his way. "Not many people here dance like this."
Posted by Ranger on May 7, 2017 10:30:02 GMT -6
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"You won't die from your stitches and you won't make me a fool, right? I can manage that well enough on my own."
"I'll resist the urge t' Lindy Hop. Two-step should be fine on the stitches." And thanks to the whiskey the pain of his wound was down to a dull ache he could mostly forget about. "An' you can't look any more a fool than the people who've been doin' whatever they've been doin' on the dance floor." And after a moment he added, "I won' let y' look foolish."
Noel took the Ranger's hand, so he led her out to the dance floor.
"I-uh... fair warning. I don't really know what I'm doing."
"The two-step is easy." Holding Noel's right hand with his left he put his other hand on her back. "Women 're always right. Step, together, step, step. Y're goin' backwards."
The brief explanation provided the Ranger started sliding his boots along the floor he led with his left foot is proper for a male. He spoke on the beat for Noel, "Step, together, step, step. Step, together, step, step..."
Posted by Ranger on May 7, 2017 9:50:50 GMT -6
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Noel held up her glass again, the Ranger obliged.
"Jus' don't hang around lawyers an' wall street types. They are professional liars." The latter might be a bit more of his Southern-ness speaking. Distrust for those carpetbaggers still runs deep.
This time it was Noel's turn to almost snort her drink. The Ranger was saved from snorting his drink by only having it halfway to his mouth. His sudden laughter almost sloshed his drink over the rim of his glass and he had to set it down.
"You kiss your momma with that mouth?"
The Ranger's smile faded somewhat, his mother was dead. She had died almost a decade ago. "Yeah." It was a lie in the present tense but truth in past tense. It would also be true if given the chance again.
"I am surprised at you, cowboy. Next you're gonna say you like ballroom dancing and rap."
"While I learned t' tolerate rap in the army, I woudn't say I liked it." He began. "Ballroom dancin' is another story. Dancin' is one of my all-time favorite things, an' while I prefer country-western dancin' I don't mind a good Waltz 'r Tango."
The Ranger turned his ears to the music. Some pop song he cared nothing for, but it was in 4/4 time with a decent speed. He slid off his seat and held out his hand. "Care t' dance?" Anything in 4/4 can be two-stepped to, and with a good enough partner it can look like an Aggie Wrangler showed up.
The clay pigeons stand ins away. Trace managed to hit them all with only a miss on the third. If he shot clays he was used to a completely different style of shotgun. Upwards of ten inches longer on the barrel with a different shot and choke. Either way, Rianne couldn't complain. Four shots left four in the tube.
Looking out across at where the mutant had been was a field of white. Rianne blinked. As her eyes opened her vision shifted from visible light to infrared light. The chemical in the air had extinguished all the fires. To Rianne there was a cloud drifting in the wind with her target standing plain as day in the middle. His heat a stark contrast to the cloud around him.
"I got him." Rianne reached over and took the shotgun back from Trace. She pumped a shell into the chamber, sighted down the barrel, and fired.
The shot pounded into the mutants chest. Rianne could see that as it impacted the cloud immediately around the mutant raised in temperature. The mutant started moving. Rianne tracked him through the cloud. Pump. Fire. Pump. Fire. Pump. Fire.
The mutant went down on the edge of the cloud.
Rianne dropped the spent shotgun and switched to her SIG. "Follow me." She would lead Trace through the mist to where the mutant fell. It seemed it was hard for the mutant to stop attacks completely when he couldn't start a fire. If the shotgun hadn't stopped the mutant, two police mag dumping would do the trick. The question was how would they apprehend him? Pump the paddy wagon full of fire retardant and stuff him in?
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The Ranger noticed that though while speaking Noel grabbed her whiskey and drank it, she did not have a reaction similar to her previous ones. She was acquiring the taste remarkably fast.
”Don't get me wrong. I can do scary things to a brain, but nobody likes telepaths in the first place. Add in all the ways that I can call you out on your bull and now you know why I don't have friends.”
Nobody liking a telepath was something the Ranger could understand. They were the one type of mutant he legitimately feared having to stare down in a dark alley. Noel so far had been a treat to interact with. Also, they had been working together. Otherwise her power would be quite terrifying in a more clear and present danger sort of way.
"Jus' don't BS and y' got nothin' to' worry about." The Ranger began, not being completely serious. He took a drink and said, "If y're havin' t' call them on BS they don' sound like the best friends to have anyway." A little lie here and there or an embellishment was normal, but honesty is what friendships should be built on. The Ranger certainly had no patience for people who were dishonest.
”Is there a drink that doesn't taste like paint thinner?”
"Hey!" The Ranger exclaimed in mock offense, his smile and tone at odds.
The barkeeper whipped up a distinctly non-turpentine drink. One that left the Ranger thinking that were he not using drinking as a stand in for a pain killer he would have been drinking margaritas. Frozen. With salt.
”Try lying now.”
"Nashville produces the best music." A lie that almost hurt the Ranger to even say. He might as well have said something foul.
I'll speak for both Trace and myself (talking to him on Discord at the time of writing). That works. FemmeRanger might call Trace not as backup but to let him know she's seen and/or is engaging Alex (or believes she may be based on a description). Inter-agency cooperation.
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Noel's face hit the bar and then she claimed that his lie had been a mild tasting one. A mild tasting lie. Tasting lies. "You... taste lies?" She took memories and tasted lies, a strange combination. Though, the Ranger could toss cars and track people by heat.
And spicy food and sickeningly sweet food works. That must mean it masks the flavor of the lies.
"I guess you like spicy because it's in your veins or something. I suppose you ride cows and wear boots too?"
The Ranger laughed and stuck out one of his legs so Noel could see his footwear. A pair of black stingray cowboy boots with a rubber sole. "I don' ride cattle, but I do wear boots." He returned his foot, leaving it dangling was silly. "Yeah, back home in Texas spicy is the norm. Jalapenos are their own food group."
The Ranger finished his drink and motioned to the bartender for a refill.
"It is. SERE is school military and DoD civilians are sent t' t' learn how t' survive, evade, resist, an' escape. I went t' the ARSOF... Army Special operations Forces... school where they really try t' break y'."
The Ranger wondered why she would order whiskey if she wasn't a whiskey drinker. Perhaps he made this particular bourbon not look so bad. Then she did something very strange. First she asked, "You can do that? Burn your tastebuds off?" following this she drank more, and based on how she said her next statement just let it sit on her tongue. "Quick. Tell me a lie."
It took a moment for the Ranger to respond. He hadn't had that much to drink yet. This was the first time someone holding liquor in their mouth asked him to specifically lie to them."...I've honestly wondered what's in a Wonder Ball." He has never even cared to try a Wonder Ball.
Two could play at saying weird things.
"If y're lookin' t' burn y'r tastebuds a little jus' eat what I cook. It sends people up here runnin' and y'd swear their mouths were on fire." Honestly, habaneros were not that bad.
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”Glad t' help.” The Ranger said. ”I’ve been through SERE. Stitches ain’t the worst thing I’ve felt.” SERE school for Tier 1 operators was at times just subjecting them to torture to make sure they wouldn’t break. ”Still hurt like hell though.” And why I jumped to the bar.
Noel had ordered her own drink and after receiving it held it up. The Ranger raised his and clinked his to hers. He brought the drink to his lips and as he was taking a drink Noel had a noisy reaction to the drink. It took an effort of will to keep from snorting and firing whiskey out his nose.
“How do- why!?”
After the second time Noel started coughing, the Ranger reached over and patted her on the back. ”Not a whiskey drinker I see.” He said while laughing. ”But to'answer y’r question; some of us have burnt all our taste buds off an' need somethin’ that is a kick in the teeth.” This, of course, is not why people drink whisky. It is however a common excuse provided for whiskey drinkers by those who don’t understand whiskey.
