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.
Posted by Ranger on May 6, 2017 12:00:54 GMT -6
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The Ranger had expected to just work this job and that be that. Sure he knew he would work with personnel from the other security firm, but that should have been just him taking care of his business and not getting in their way. Instead he had forged a bond with Noel, the kind you form with comrades in arms.
High stress with someone and then them stitching up your side. What better way to settle on a drinking partner for the evening could there be?
Noel slid into the seat next to the Ranger as he finished his second drink. “Water for me. One for him too.” He slid his glass back to the bartender and motioned for him to fill it up again. This time he did intend to drink it like a normal person. He wanted to deaden the pain not black himself out.
“Stitches still good?”
The Ranger pulled his jacket out of the way and after looking for blood felt around the area, ”Yeah, they’re holdin’.” He let the jacket fall back into place and looked over to Noel, ”Thank you.”
The bartender had refilled the Ranger’s drink and provided both him and Noel with glasses of water. The Ranger drank a more normal amount of the bourbon this time. ”Today wasn’t as I expected...Seriously. Ninjas?” He chuckled slightly.
”I didn’t get my speed or strength power until a few years ago. Though, being able to track by heat or follow blood with ultraviolet on the fly is useful. I worked hard to be able to keep up with the men in the department, then my power goes and makes me stronger and faster than any of them.” Rianne laughed and drink some more margarita. ”You have no idea how hard it is to find clothes that fit my arms without being for someone twice my size.”
“So what do you do for fun?”
”I go to an MMA gym twice a week, at this point I spend more time there helping teach instead of learning. I love to go out dancing. I hit up the dance halls here when a good country act visits them, and I often go out to a few other clubs.” Rianne brought the margarita to her mouth before adding, ”I do miss horseback riding though. Not many chances to do that in the city.” Then she drank.
Posted by Ranger on May 6, 2017 10:04:01 GMT -6
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The security in the lead opened the doors. The couple got in. The groom slid in, awkwardly, without a second thought about anyone else other than his new wife. Hye-jin needed some help, Noel handled helping her into the limousine. While Noel handled getting the bride in, the Ranger turned his back to the limousine and watched the way they came.
"About that drink..."
”Already ahead of y’.”
The crowd began to disperse and security went about their business ensuring the safety of guests. The Ranger job ended with the leaving of the groom, as such he set off back into the house.
In the house a few guests still milled about, music still played, and most importantly the liquor was still flowing. The alcohol was already paid for, this went not just for the beer but also the wine and spirits. The Ranger noticed many of the bottles were rather pricey.
The Ranger ordered a glass of bourbon. Said, ”Prost,” and drained it. Then ordered another. He had an awful pain in his side to deaden.
Posted by Ranger on May 5, 2017 22:52:17 GMT -6
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The Ranger received no reply from Noel. Had she turned off her radio? Whatever the case, the Ranger now had to endure a half hour of long stories that seemed to have no point and the odd berating. Eventually his tormentor went off in search of other victims.
It have been difficult, but the Ranger had kept track of the bride and groom who had split off to visit with guests separately. His focus then moved to tracking the groom more than the bride. The bride had whoever was covering for Noel.
The rest of the party went off without a hitch. People had a good time and got more and more intoxicated. No fights broke out. On a few occasions good songs to dance to were played and the Ranger lamented the fact that he would attend a wedding and not have a chance to dance. Maybe he could talk Noel into dancing with him once after the sendoff? The wedding would be over, but hey he would get to dance. Next to shooting and fighting it was the thing he enjoyed most.
And in regards to Noel, he hadn't seen her since she left to deal with Abe. He also had not heard anything more about Abe over the radio.
Time for the send off. The Ranger wrangled the drunk groom and the Noel stand in assisted the drunk bride. The guests lined up leading out onto the front drive where the fanciest limousine Ranger had ever seen was parked. Rice had been distributed and everyone was set.
The Ranger took his place behind the groom. Another security detail had moved ahead and cleared the bridal couple to go ahead. It was at this time that Noel reappeared. The replacement seamlessly slid out of step for Noel to slide into formation. And then down the gauntlet of rice they went.
Of course some people thought it funny to hit him with as much rice as they could bring to bear... Children.
Rianne used moment of suppression Trace laid down on the fire mutant to run. She had to make it back to Trace before the fire was all over them again. The weight of the extinguishers slowed her down, but she was still technically speeding across this roadway.
Coming to a skidding halt, Rianne slid in beside Trace. Her boots left skid marks like a tire behind her. First she dropped the extinguishers and then slung the pump action Remington 870 shotgun down and passed it to trace. "seven plus one Federal flight control. It won't pattern like a you'd want for clays. Five inch pattern at 20." Rianne quickly explained.
Rianne grabbed one of the extinguishers. "I'll get it close. Hit it right over his head."
Instructions over Rianne grabbed the first extinguisher, stood up and her uniform popping seams as her muscles grew for the otherwise impossible toss, threw the first extinguisher. She went down, grabbed the second. She waited a second and jumped back up and tossed the second.
Rianne then went down for the third. Repeating the same procedure she sent it flying.
Posted by Ranger on May 5, 2017 19:36:57 GMT -6
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Noel would handle Abe. The Ranger gave her a thumbs up across the crowd and re-stashed the case. This time he slid it behind a set of speakers. The case being under the table was no longer going to make it a quicker access and there were little brats who had already made one attempt to get in.
The case stashed, the Ranger located the bride and groom again. Making rounds and visiting guests. The Ranger moved to follow from a distance.
He saw the old person walking toward him. They appeared upset and likely wanted to tell the Ranger off. He gave it the great white ninja and slipped through the crowd and around a series of tables. Once again he located the bride and groom and maintained his surveillance.
A check on the exits, a scan of the crowd, and, "Y've got t' be kiddin' me." Again the old person was gliding through the crowd like a hot knife through butter.
Moving to another position where if the old codger? Codgess? If they caught up to him he'd still be able to track the bride and groom.
"I see nothing but snow in your past and sand in your future." The Ranger turned, the old person was immediately behind him.
"Excuse me?"
"You wear scarlet but come by most of it honorably." The old person got incredibly close, "You burn to hot, beware when you find yourself."
The Ranger stared at them, completely confused and unsure of what to say. After a moment the old person smacked the Ranger on the back of the head. "That was for your rudeness earlier."
Bringing his hand to his head the Ranger said, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. I had t' wrangle the kids from somthin' that could hurt them." This was met by a searching look, then they broke into stories of the family. Which family the Ranger was not sure. It was like they went back to the person they had been before the Ranger had left. Every glance to see the groom was met by an irritated 'Hmmm' when he looked back.
On a look away he keyed his mic and asked in a hushed voice, "Need a hand, Noel? I cain' shake... it."
It was a good day to be outside. The sun was shining and it wasn’t the oppressive cold New Yorkers live with every year.The Ranger lived for when it warmed up. While he didn’t miss one-hundred days of one-hundred degrees, he never did get use to the cold.
Finally a day in the year the Ranger could run without a jacket or hoodie or anything more than shorts and a shirt. Grey with a Ranger Tab across the front. Perhaps a bit too on the nose for those who knew his call sign, but he was after all an Army Ranger. Also odd for those who knew him well, he was wearing athletic shoes instead of cowboy boots.
The Ranger worked to maintain his state of physical conditioning. When you get in as many knockdown drag outs as he does you always need to be at your best. This of course meant lots of running. And often. Today he was pounding pavement with his Bluetooth headphones playing the Turnpike Troubadours. While not from Texas, they’re Okies, even Ranger had to agree they were one of the greatest Country bands
After running his fifth mile, what he planned on being his last, he headed to grab a bite to eat. Pocketing one of his earpieces the Ranger ordered a hot dog. He would find something better and more filling later, for now he just wanted something.
Food in hand he looked for somewhere to eat. Most of the benches and picnic tables had people at them. There was one that had a lone occupant. The man looked military. ”Mind if I join y’?”
The party continued. Eventually the DJ called for an all skate and started playing more pop music. The Ranger groaned, but the guests seemed to appreciate it. The dance floor became the place to be. And the place to do whatever it was they were doing. “...Bumping around, gyrating, and making an ass of oneself...” to quote Company.
To the Ranger it was just a train wreck of dancing and like a train wreck he kept watching. Eventually he realized Noel was watching it too. Hopefully the rest of the security detail was not as transfixed as they were.
Noel broke the spell by speaking, “I should go help with Abe, but they didn’t hire me knowing that I can dig in people’s brains.”
The Ranger looked over to her and shrugged, ”He won’ like what happens if he tries t’ stir up trouble again. If you think you can keep him down migh’ be worth a shot. Y’re way’ll scare the guests less.”
Out of the corner of his eye, the Ranger saw kids run under the bridal party table. He was about to go shoe them away when someone in ceremonial garb approached him and Noel. While the elderly...person spoke, the Ranger kept glancing over to the table where the kids had still not materialized from.
After a few minutes into the less than riveting story, the Ranger excused himself. The ancient speaker took offense to this. The Ranger wasn’t 100% sure of this, but the tone of the sentence they spoke in Korean was a pretty solid clue. He threw out an apology as he slipped off.
When he reached the table, the Ranger stuck one arm under the table cover and withdrew a little Korean boy holding his case. ”That ain’t a toy, Son.” He reached and took the case from the boy who ran off. A moment later a whole herd of small humans The Ranger looked at the combination dials, they’d been turned.
As the Ranger bent down to slide the case back under the table a call came over the radio. “That Abe guy is up and yelling.”
The Ranger looked across the dance floor to Noel and mouthed, ”You or me?” when he said me he raised the case and put his hand on it to indicate that is what he had in store for Abe.
It was Ambrosia’s turn to trail off while speaking. Rianne let this line of the conversation rest for now, both of them had seemingly hit their limit on it. They could bring it back up again later to work out a time to train self-defense.
Then the topic of powers popped up. Ambrosia asked if Rianne was a speedster, ”No,” she said with a slight laugh. ”I...I can run fast, lift heavy things, see beyond human visible light, hear things outside human hearing, and can have greater lung capacity. Not all at once, and it seems to respond more to what I need. I can’t just casually lift a car. It was my power that let me hear those thugs assaulting you. I was blocks away when I started running.”
Rianne drank from her margarita, careful not to give herself a brain freeze. ”From talking to you, I’d think you’d make a fantastic social worker! It is an emotionally draining job that you have to have conviction for or you burn out."
There were plenty of people who went around and said they ‘Back the Blue’ but not all the time does someone say thank you and seem to genuinely mean it. Rianne pinked a little, genuinely thankful that Ambrosia had said thank you. ”Thank you for the support.” She moved the margarita to her mouth to cover the slip of emotion.
The Ranger chuckled at Max saying he would probably be a bard. "Rock that lute."
As it turned out Max was pitching for his boss. That was fine, it often happened that way. Max said he would give him his boss's card and set up the meeting. "That works."
Max also asked the Ranger to show him the arm lock move from earlier. "The one from back when we started? That ones easy..." The Ranger went into a detailed description complete with him moving through it slowly.
Posted by Ranger on May 4, 2017 23:09:31 GMT -6
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The seat at the bridal party table gave ranger a large view of the room. There was very little behind him and everything in front. From that position he could convert the table into a barricade to protect the couple. There also was the added benefit of him being seated to eat as he watched the room, and give his wound a chance to get a break.
At one point the same tall Korean man who had advised the Ranger of the grooms arrival came by and briefly spoke to him. He just wanted to inform the Ranger the unpleasantness with gunfire earlier had been handled and he thanked the Ranger for assisting in the bride recovery.
And nothing exciting happened. No attacks, not even someone getting to drunk and making a scene. Though some people were getting extremely lit.
The dinner done the evening moved to the dances. The couple no longer behind the table the Ranger rose and made his way around the table. He would keep where he could make it to the groom in a moment's notice. One thing the Ranger could say about the kid, he knew how to dance. He'd worked a couple other weddings and yankees just didn't seem to know how to partner dance properly. Though to be fair, some of the people back home were the same.
Casually making his way around the dance floor, the Ranger scanned those watching. No new faces in the crowd, no one looking hostile. He looked off to the exits and the landing on the second level. Only other guards.
When the Ranger made his way around to where Noel was he stopped. He checked his watch and said, "Two hours an' they'll do the send off. Abe is still bein' sat on, lets hope he stays put until then." After that it didn't matter. The Ranger would leave and Abe forgot why he came so it wasn't like he would pursue the kids.
Good. Trace had done clay shooting. And it appeared this plan surprised him, not enough to stop his wit though. Trace made a pun, Rianne looked at him and said, "That was terrible." With the slightest of smiles on her face.
She looked back out at the destruction wrought by the fire throwing mutant now making his way toward them. "I'll get the shotgun and the extinguishers. You keep him busy when I run into the businesses, don't want them torched because I stole their fire extinguishers."
Rianne vaulted the wall and opened fire on the mutant to get his attention. She'd lead him away from Trace the butt-fairy and rely on him to get the mutants attention when she made it to the businesses.
Shot fired and she was off. Feet pounding pavement as she ran, faster and faster. She ran feet away from the mutant moving somewhere in the vicinity of 75 miles per hour. The fire mutant did his thing, missed, and Rianne scooped up the shotgun. She slung it across her back and kept of trucking, this time across to the businesses with shop faces facing her.
In the first one and she had an extinguisher. Out and in the next and she had a second. Once more out and into a store for a third. Now she had to head back to Trace. She couldn't haul any more with the shotgun and move this fast.
The Ranger was surprised, Karrl not only was a mechanic but a mercenary as well. Or at least, he was. What was interesting was he stated that he was not military but knew his way around a battlefield. While most mercenaries started as soldiers there were those few that didn't, while no less effective they often had a different take on how everything should be handled.
And at that point Karrl whipped out his card and wrote his number on it before handing it over. The Ranger took it saying, "Thanks, I'll keep y' in mind." as he slipped the card into a pocket.
“Right, I’d better be off, need to find myself a place to crash for the night until I can set something up more permanent. Thanks for the drink.” Karrl was up and leaving, cash left behind on the counter. The Ranger gave him a very slight tip of his cowboy hat to Karrl.
"Adios, Karrl." The Ranger turned back to his beer, finished it and ordered another.
