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 Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
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 Ranger had max and was waiting for the tap out. Instead the Ranger suddenly became weightless. Not only this but Max was able to swing him about like he was a bat made out of the tube at the center of a roll of wrapping paper.
Due to the surprise of being suddenly weightless in a spar at a dojo, the Ranger relaxed his grip and was thrown to the mat. So Max was a mutant. Max also didn't like Ranger forcing him to tap out.
"That was... Unexpected." He sat up "I think this just got more interestin."
Standing up the Ranger tried to puzzle out what Max's power might be exactly. If nothing else he could make objects weightless. Without weight the Ranger can't exert much force with strikes. He should still be able to hang on to him if he can get a good purchase, friction just requires a force. Normally that force is gravity, but in this case it could be replaced by his grip. He'll need to be careful though if he didn't watch it his power could shatter one of Max's bones.
"I'll start this time."
With that the Ranger moved at Max. He moved like he was going to strike Max's solar plexus, even turning his hips but at the last second shot the back of his hand up to Max's neck for a brachial stun, his power accelerating his movements.
Officer Archer found their plan agreeable, the Ranger wondered how long before she recognized him. It had been around three years.
"Firs' time. Jus' moved back t' town." That said he caught her narrowing her eyes. Then she asked if she knew him.
So she was remembering him. Hopefully she wouldn't make a scene here, he hadn't really done anything to cause her to make a scene. Did her department's job a couple times. And, she didn't arrest him the last time they met so that's a plus.
"I think we've met a few times." Ranger extended his hand "I'm Michael."
Sometimes miracles do happen. The man backed down. Though it took his booze filled mind to work through Rianne’s commands. First he let go, then after a moment apologized. Rianne held on the briefest moment longer meeting his eyes before she released him. She wanted him to remember this next time he tried to force himself on a girl in the club.
”If I have to lay hands on you again you’ll wake up the next morning cuffed to a hospital bed. Now scoot!”
Her night off saved by a moment of clear thinking. And more importantly a woman safer this evening.
When the man had left Rianne turned to the woman she’d helped. ”Howdy, I’m Rianne.” She began, ” Are you alright? I can still have someone roll him up if you like.”
Rianne worked the fingers on her hand, they were bone white from squeezing so hard for so long. If nothing else the man would have bruises for a while to remind him of tonight.
”Punches ‘re useful, but they are better at distractin’’ than actually stoppin’ someone. If you can get an arm like that and hold it ‘cross y’re chest you can break it at the elbow with y’re free arm. “
The Ranger brought his hands back up. Again Max initiated. He came for a punch, went low, went for a grab with the other arm. Ranger just widened his base for stability, grabbed the man with both arms after he caught his waist, and went to the mat on top of Max.
Now he wanted to pivot around, hold Max’s wrist in both hands, Max’s shoulder between his legs. This would allow him to raise his chest forcing his elbow to bend backwards. Any attempt to fight his movements always met by a punch.
The ground game is where Ranger had most people beat. Most people had no idea how to fight on the ground, and those that did couldn’t match his sheer strength no matter how good their guard.
Predictably, the man did not release the woman. Why stop what you’re doing to one woman because another told you to? What could some woman at a club possibly do to the big strong man trying?
The answer is, everything.
Instead of releasing the woman he slurred drunkenly about how the night was getting better and attempted to free his arm. Rianne clamped down with her grip on his forearm. It must have been quite painful, the radius and ulna don’t like being squeezed like that. The woman then was able to wriggle away.
Rianne spared a glance to the woman to make sure she was okay before returning her gaze to the man. She opened her mouth to speak but her words died off as the man called both her and the other woman a fancy word for a breeding canine. She squeezed harder on the man’s arm, she squeezed as hard as she could without her power. She was still an Officer and must show restraint.
”My name is Officer Hunter with the NYPD Emergency Service Unit. You have one chance to make it out of here tonight without a new pair of bracelets. Apologize and leave.”
She hoped the man would comply, she didn’t want any paperwork on her night off. She had a feeling the man wouldn’t comply. She refused to release him until he apologized. If he resisted she was going to redecorate the man’s face and the closer he was the sooner she could get to work.
Following his prolonged stint overseas the Ranger had been reacquainting himself to New York City. Where was worth eating now, where to shop, etc. Among the list was where to train and where to fight.
To this end he had visited most guns, clubs, and dojos within a reasonable distance. Today he was going to an aikido dojo. While the Ranger did not have as much experience with aikido as other styles he was not unfamiliar with the concepts it used. Granted most of his training was in striking and grappling. The former is what aikido is in theory good at handling, but there is a reason only Shinya Aoki really has a history in the style in MMA fighting. Yet, the reputation aikido has as a defensive style in bar and street fights is well earned so picking up a few techniques from it is not going to be a detriment to the Ranger’s combat effectiveness.
The Ranger entered the dojo and deposited his stuff where everyone else who was already there had. Today was a day that everyone was there to spar. He surveyed the crowd already at the mats, looking to find someone who was his size or larger or…
It couldn’t be. Officer Archer.
Today just got a lot more interesting.
The instructor moved to the front and gathered everyone's attention, “Turn to face a partner.”
The Ranger slid like a ninja over next to and faced Officer Archer. ”Partners?” he said with a friendly smile.
The man, Max, claimed he was self-taught and what he knew was mostly street fighting. ”Military.” Ranger replied. ”An’ years of Jijitsu an’ MMA training. Among others” He decided he would see what Max could do. This would not take long as the other man quickly began their spar with an open palm strike.Ranger raised his left to block but it was a feint, as soon as the arm went back Ranger acted on instinct.
Twisting at the hips, Ranger moved so the strike would pass his chest. He used his right arm to go for a pin on Max’s right arm while his left traveled to Max’s shoulder. This would pin Max’s elbow against his chest and allow him to apply leverage for a submission.
For now the Ranger intended to operate catch and release. Go for the grab, apply enough leverage to show he had him, then release. Test how the man responded. He did not want to ger into a strike fight with the man, last thing he needed was his power to amplify a strike while sparring.
Six to six is a hard day to work, but twelve hour shifts come with long weekends. That is unless you are on call, but tonight Rianne was not on call. Tonight Rianne could go out and blow off steam. Tonight Rianne would go dancing.
Normally she made her way to the few dance halls that populated the city, but she didn't feel like finding a partner or having every drunken wannabe cowboy ask her to dance. Only then to have her feet walked on. No, tonight she was going to a club and was going to dance to loud music, with bright lights, and just let her troubles go. Unwind for a little while.
Home from work she ditched her uniform, took a shower, and went to her closet. The dress she pulled out was bright red, form fitting, it belted at the waist, low cut in the back and front, and sleeves that came to point at the back of her hands with loos that slipped over a finger to hold it in place. Then a pair of strappy heels.
Dressed and makeup on she called for an Uber and strapped on her thigh holster for her SIG Sauer P239 and a pair of hinge cuffs. Not the most fun to wear all night, but hey better safe than sorry. Finally ready for the night she set out to catch her ride, grabbing a clutch with a short strap to hang from her shoulder on the way out. Inside the clutch she stored her phone, badge, and a credit card.
When the Uber arrived at the club she thanked the driver and stepped out. It had been a while since she had been out clubbing and she planned to make the most of it tonight. Or at least that had been the plan.
Rianne paid the cover charge as she made her way inside into the booming sound and flashing lights of club itself. She wanted to let the music wash over her but no sooner had she entered did she hear the voice of someone trying to get some creep off of her. She closed her eyes, took a quick breath in through the nose knowing her night was about to be ruined, and after opening her eyes again turned to where she heard the voice from. A man had a woman by the arm.
Male,6'3", mid twenties, short dark hair, clean shaven, no visible tattoos, average-looking. Female, 5'1", early twenties, neck length dark hair, no visible tattoos.
Male subject holding female by the arm. Clearly intoxicated. Female attempting to break free.
Rianne approached the pair quickly, the sound of her heels clicking away in anger drowned out by the bass. Approaching from his side, his head turned where he didn't see her approach, she heavily laid her hand on his arm. Her fingers gripping tightly to prevent the man escaping with a felon shuffle.
"Release her. Now!." Rianne commanded, enunciating to be clear over the music. She pulled her free arm back to strike if the man did not comply.
Posted by Ranger on Apr 14, 2017 13:08:22 GMT -6
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I have tried my hand at this several time. Ask Kealey...They almost sort ov worked out. So now I come to the master.
Playby Name: I am in the process of changing Vanilla Ranger's playby to be a real person and have settle on Tim Kennedy (gotta keep the same last name when switching, right? And for FemRanger it is "Rowdy" Ronda Rousey.
2 different URLs for images you like: (if you have them) I am a bit undecided on which pitctures to use. So here's a couple of ones I'm really liked. One Two Three Four And for FemRanger This is my favorite Two Three
(I'm doing this real fast at work or I'd make them nice links for you, will probably do that when I get home)
Is there anything different between the versions of your character that you want to call out?: (speech color difference? mood difference? Power difference?)
Vanilla Ranger is more a "Ends Justify Means" and lives in a darker worldview. FemRanger is more order focused and believes in justice through the law. Her worldview is much brighter than Vanilla Rangers. Vanilla Ranger's text color is tan and FemRangers is ba91d8 And I like the horizontal split better, but you are the master so I'll let you decide if you think the skinny sigs are better looking with what I've brought.
Character's full name: Jennifer Rianne Hunter Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Rianne (Pronounced like the Rhine), Constable Barbie Gender: Female Age: 32 Date of Birth: (03/20/1985) Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Bryan, TX Nationality: American Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Caucasian
Appearance
Hair color and style: Blonde and long Skin Tone: Light tan Eye Color: Grey Height: 5’7” Build: Athletic Visible mutation: When her power is enhancing her strength or speed the associated muscles grow in size and alter structure. Eyeshine from tapeta lucida when her power is active in the dark. Shine is either red or violet at the extremes of the visible light spectrum. Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: Your standard pair of earlobe piercings Other features: (if applicable)
Everyday clothing style: Atypical of many female officers, she doesn’t feel the need to present a macho attitude off duty. Generally, she dresses comfortable but would never shy away from dressing cute. Though she finds herself in a more western fashion like she wore back home. They make pistols small enough to hide anywhere now so she can always dress for any occasion. Uniform: Black NYPD Tactical uniform Sleepwear: Shorts and tank top Miscellaneous clothing: Dresses, dress clothes in general, cowboy boots, cowboy hat. New York doesn’t have many places to go two-stepping but she knows them all. Aggie ring.
Character
Personality: At work or in stressful situations she is serious and calm. If provoked she fights with the goal being to overwhelm the other with fury. When off duty going about life she likes to have fun, explore, and dance. New York needs that cowgirl touch and she will provide it whether they want it or not. She likely wouldn't be able to talk if her hands were held still. She moves her hands always, even if a little, when talking. Unless she is focused and using her hands. Hobbies/ Interests: Singing, dancing, precision rifle shooting, and practicing martial arts. Job or part time job and description: Sniper on a Special Response Team (SRT) for NYPD Fears/ phobias/ concerns: Fears lack of control in a situation. She can handle anything up until the point she feels she no longer has any control. Special talents:
-Highly trained and experienced marksman. Normally operates with a rig that is built for 800 yards and in but can operate with various equipment at ranges over one mile. -Skilled with handguns but not to the degree that she is with rifles. -Practiced singer. -Horseback riding trained. -Trained in offensive driving. -Knows many partner dances: 2-step, swing, tango, etc. -Speaks Spanish -Dive trained and scuba certified.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other: She believes that law brings order and that order is preferable to chaos. She has a keen sense of justice but not in justice for justice sake. Justice must be sought through the law or it means nothing.
Mutations
Mutation description: [Unchanged only change is she manifested powers in opposite order]
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities: She is an officer in one of NYPD’s SRTs, she is in peak physical condition and works daily to maintain it. She has on occasion run marathons and has considered an ultra-marathon. She can bench 170lbs, deadlift 260, and squat 240 Fighting Style: Trained with police combatives for takedowns and arrests. Has sought further MMA training and Krav Maga. When forced to fight she attacks with overwhelming violence. She has the endurance to outgas many opponents and can strike harder than many. She is well enough off to wrestle anyone who isn’t an actual MMA fighter down and cuff them. She will shoot as a last resort. Fighting Style Pros/Cons: Fighting Style Pros/ Cons: Pros: As a mixture of several formalized styles there is a possible answer to any situation. Most of the styles focus on striking giving incredible ability to submit another through a flurry of strikes. When the fight transitions to grappling law enforcement training covers moving for the submission and arrest. Cons: Her style is geared toward forcing submission for arrests and she attempts to stay inside the force continuum. This puts her on the backfoot in terms of force in any fight as she only rises to meet the force her opponent has demanded. Her style limits her ability to engage in a pure ground fight. She can do triangles and various other maneuvers but relies on strikes to create openings she can use which can severely hamper her ability to fight if she can't move her limbs enough to get the force she needs.
History Of Your Character Rianne was born to a wealthy Family in Bryan, Texas. Her parents had made a small fortune on oil and this gave Rianne the chance to explore her passions as a child. She grew up in dance classes and singing lessons, as well as going out every month to shoot with her daddy. In high school, she spent much of her time singing in a high school band, competed in barrel racing, and got to see the dark side of humanity. The school she went to for two years had drug problems and her last year there she was standing in the hall when the boy in front of her was stabbed over drugs. Her parents decided that was enough and packed up for New York City. They could run their business from New York easier, they had just preferred Bryan, it was their home. After graduating she attended Texas A&M University back home in College Station and eventually signed on with NYPD up North. In the academy, she became known as the Ranger as the only cadet from Texas and everyone knew it, home of the first state police force the Texas Rangers. From there she worked the streets until she was secured a position on a Special Response Team. This meant she was part of a group who were fielded in one area of the city, able to respond faster than SWAT, and tasked with a wide range of duties. Her primary job was to be a sniper. It was at this time her power began to develop and it aided her in her training to come. First her reactive support power manifested As part of her new job she received greater training and was required to shoot weekly on her rifle. Her new training included higher levels of combatives and more rigorous PT standards to keep. After a couple years on the SRT her secondary power began to manifest bringing her reactive enhancement to her allowing her to exceed all demanded physical tests with even greater ease. Her experience in law enforcement has drilled into her the importance of the law and why it must be upheld. The boy in school was stabbed by another seeking justice. She too could pound justice into someone but the law is more important, mankind is better than that. As a result of her beliefs she only takes the necessary shots.
As often happened people generally gave Ranger a wide berth when finding partners. Quite understandable, people who are rookies probably don't want to pit themselves against someone who looks like they could be in the UFC. That generally being the case there was one man who approached him. He was a hair taller than the Ranger and lean.
"Partner up?" The man asked,"I think I signed up for the wrong class, this stuff is a bit slow."
"Sure," The Ranger began with a slight chuckle, "Y' do sometimes find an instructor who stumbled across a novel technique."
He around the mat so that they would have a large enough clear space and extended his hand "Michael."
Then he brought up his hands, ready to fight. He didn't make fists, he didn't want to hurt the kid with strikes. He kept his hands open ready to take hold of his sparring partner. "Y' got much experience?"
Angel Grove Juice Bar. A Strange name for a Self-Defense Gym, but for anyone born in the '90s there was no mistaking what it really was. And it seemed the owner was a fan of the Power Rangers and unmotivated to ever change the name.
The Ranger stepped into the gym on a sunny day and went to a locker to deposit. It was his first time back into any gym since returning stateside after nearly three years traveling from the Middle East to Africa and back. He needed to get his mind back into the correct though patterns, he couldn't run around brandishing a rifle anymore. Back he must go to hand-to-hand combat to address most hostile situations.
He was wearing more loose fitting clothing, but no a gi. He hated gis with a passion. They gave people something to hold they otherwise wouldn't have. Training against and with something closer to plainclothes but not restrictive was what he liked.
He then took off his shoes before stepping out onto the mat to do a bit of stretching. Not that it would do a whole lot, his musculature limited what he could actually do as far as mobility was concerned.
The plan for the afternoon was to see if the instructor was teaching anything he had never seen before, but that turned out to be a bust. Most of it was the common self defense techniques shown to beginners. This meant his goal would likely be to find someone to spar with, either to sharpen his skills or to teach.
With that in mind, it wasn't long before the instructor asked for people to split off into sparring pairs and he would move around and assist.
Rap sheet: -Indications he has been at the scene of several shootings. (Eyewitness accounts) -Vehicle owned by him found crashed into a business. (From a police crash sheet) -Has worked as a hitman overseas. (Not well known. Speculated based on scattered evidence) -Stole the Mona Lisa for his employer from someone else who had already stolen it. (Not well known) -When his apartment burned down the sounds of munitions burning off filled the air prompting calls to 911 saying NYC had been invaded due to the sheer quantity. (Very well known. Newspaper articles about the incident were published and the police report) -Has verbally assaulted people on the street for the crime of swearing in front of a lady. (Eyewitness accounts) -Body slammed someone in a coffee place. (Eyewitness accounts) -Shot a kidnapper in the head while standing beside an officer, then tampered with evidence and fled the scene. (Physical description matched to police report. Not well known) -Indications he has broken into the fusion center at 1 Police Plaza (NYPD Headquarters). (Physical description matched to police report. Not well known) -Owns a Private Military Company, Blackforest Tactical. (Well known. All the normal paper trail associated with a business of that type) -Drives a Ford F650 you could run a war from. This enormous monstrosity alone is likely responsible for most NYC's carbon footprint. (Well known)
Considered armed and extremely dangerous. Even without a firearm he has arms and is extremely dangerous. Can lift trucks clean off the ground and can run fast enough to be given a speeding ticket anywhere that isn't in Texas. Can see heat signatures at night and has been observed utilizing enhanced hearing. Aside from that he was a Tier 1 operative in the military and has all the skills associated.
Mitigating factors for threat assessment: -Generally will not engage first, must be provoked -Will likely eventually slip and get arrested.
Posted by Ranger on Sept 17, 2014 4:28:42 GMT -6
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Out on the roof the Ranger could easily see an avenue of egress fit for Mario. Possibly worth pursuing, until a cry could be heard. Wheeling round the Ranger could see the bride had gotten herself stuck on a fake palm tree on her way to the garage.
The Ranger took a few steps before he could see motion silhouetted against the setting sun. "Tell me those aren't ninjas." The figures moved with grace, speed, and great precision across the garage roof. Their arms could be faintly made out, reaching back to hold their swords to keep them quiet.
"You've got t' be kiddin' me." He turned to face Noel, "You get the bride, I'll stall 'em. They're only ninjas." That said he reached under his jacket and drew out an all black tomahawk from across his back with his left hand as he ran across the roof and leapt to the garage. The span wasn't too great, more than someone without a mutation could have ever made.
A sudden challenge by someone who could leap such a distance gave the ninjas a momentary pause. They drew their straight edged swords, some kind of ninjato or similar blade, and ran at the Ranger as he brought his Sig to bare, his left arm, tomahawk in hand, crossed under it in support and fired.
Posted by Ranger on Aug 25, 2014 17:26:51 GMT -6
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The singing stopped and the Ranger's ears rang. The walls in the sauna did nothing to help the noise level of a gunshot in such a confined space. The singer appeared more preoccupied with the new hole in their leg to put enough effort into singing. Threat clearly managed the Ranger brought his pistol to a close ready, muzzle pointed down, and turned to face Noel rounding into the sauna.
The Ranger watched their six until Noel turned again. He could faintly hear the woman behind him speaking and there was chatter over the radio. The walls didn't muffle the sound completely. The security staff recognized the report of the shot, but it seemed the guests just thought it a loud door slam or some other innocent noise. Good. When Noel made her way out to the bathroom the Ranger turned and addressed the singer.
He quickly tore strips off her dress. Improvised bandage, wrist and ankle bindings, and a gag. That way she would stay put while additional security made their way over, hopefully not bleed out, and would be unable to exercise her power.
Any future attempts of the singer to act neutralized the Ranger followed Noel to the bathroom. Dress, open window, no bride.
Quick judgement, there was no way the Ranger was fitting through the window as it was. It wasn't wide enough nor did it open enough for him to clear sideways.
Easy solution: remove the window. "Stand back."
Reaching out the Ranger gripped the bottom of the raised window with his right hand. A moment to brace, and he pulled. The window was not cheap, normally they are structural weaknesses with regard to security and this was still true here, but the level of security from these windows versus your normal home window was staggering. The Ranger continued to pull and the seams of his jacket started popping as his upper body expanded as his strength increased until the window panes popped out and the metal frame along the bottom of the glass came with them.
He tossed the glass back behind him, it hit the wall and broke. Bullet resistant glass doesn't exactly shatter as such. "No word from the perimeter that anyone left before lockdown or any attempts after. They're likely still here somewhere. Probably looking for a hole in security."
The Ranger climbed out the now large enough opening where the window was.