The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
"I've been lucky enough to not accidentally do too much damage to someone else. Nothing permanent. I've had to use more force than I had hoped several times." Rianne trailed off, she didn't like to discuss times she was forced to use force up to the degree it would leave permanent damage to a person or when she was forced to kill someone. Or at least, she didn't like discussing it so openly, she could address it clinically if necessary. Latching onto the topic of self defense she said, "It isn't something I've done much of, but I don't see why I couldn't teach someone enough to get by. The thing is, self defense is the kind of fighting were breaking bones and hurting people is what you do. It isn't sporting, it is for when you feel your life is threatened. That means there are no rules and nothing should be off limits." Always seek to avoid a confrontation but if you find yourself in one be ready to do whatever is necessary to make it out alive. That was how Rianne saw it.
Rianne smiled at Ambrosia saying she was probably not nearly as exciting as Rianne was. Sometimes Rianne found her life too exciting, other times not very exciting. Not a whole lot of middle ground.
Ambrosia told her where she grew up, when she moved to New York, and that she owned a pagan shop. Rianne knew this is where some people would have heard enough, especially people from back home, but she did not interrupt. Rianne had no problem with differences in faith. When Ambrosia finished and asked Rianne to tell her about herself she said, "It's always nice to find people who have found ways to help where they don't have to dirty their hands." Rianne said it with a lot of respect in her voice, it wasn't easy to swoop in and punch up the bad guys to save someone but it only took a lot more physical strength than anything. Ambrosia had to have a great emotional strength to help how she did. That made it truly hard to do.
"I was born in Texas where I lived a pretty normal life. Well if you consider barrel racing normal. After there was a stabbing in front of me one day my family moved up here to be closer to work. I went back to Texas for college before joining the NYPD to help people. I worked the streets for a few years before I gor into the Emergency Support Unit. Now I only really respond to higher priority calls. I'm the person who shows up when you need SWAT but SWAT takes too long to mobilize." Rianne stopped as the waitress brought over their drinks. "Gracias, senorita." She said to the waitress before the waitress walked away.
Posted by Ranger on May 4, 2017 10:54:23 GMT -6
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The wedding went off without any complications. Well, without any that were of any concern of the Ranger. Hye-jin had tears streaming down her face, but this was not The Ranger's concern. There was at least one attempt at wedding crashing, stopped at the gate.
As the wedding progressed the Ranger kept his head on a swivel. Standing with his injury wasn't an issue and was committed to powering through the reception as long as he could without showing outward signs. No one wants to see their hired muscle limping around on the job. At one point he caught Noel looking at him and met her eyes. The Ranger wrote it off to her knowing that he was walking around with a fair sized laceration like nothing was wrong.
The moment between them over, the Ranger went back to scanning. Nothing happening in the crowd, nothing on the edges, nothing from the bridal party. Just a lavish wedding. If everything could stay tame the rest of the event, that would be great. The Ranger did not want to have to open his stitches.
When the presentation of the couple finally happened and the couple was making their way down the aisle. Noel slid in behind the bride and groom, the Ranger was a half-step behind her but got into formation beside her like the pair of them were part of the wedding party. A victim of his injury, it took him that extra moment to get moving.
"Don't step on the dress."
"Ain't my firs' rodeo."
They trailed the bride and groom out of the garden up to the reception area. There was no walking on the train. Once they arrived the Ranger was split, on one hand they were no longer in the open but on the other it would now be a party which meant more people moving around and bright and changing lights.
"Open bar."
The Ranger wanted a drink, something to take the edge off the pain in his side. "We can raid it after the send off." It wasn't that he couldn't drink on the job, he just preferred not to. It would dull the pain, but it would slow him that little bit more.
As they approached the table the bride and groom were to sit at, the Ranger felt under the tablecloth to confirm the large briefcase he'd stashed there remained. If someone crashed the reception they'd have a nasty surprise. He was in no mood for fighting this time. Then, since two of the bridal party had been cut off a pair of seats at their table would be open. The Ranger made the executive decision that one now belonged to him. Kept him close to his charge, and let his sit a spell.
”I’ll contact you after I get into work in the morning. We can decide on a time then.” Rianne would just go out of service while talking to Ambrosia, unless something catastrophic happened she wouldn’t receive a call. ”They took a worse beating than they would have if there weren’t three of them. I had to make sure each one didn’t get up after I moved to another. It isn’t something I like to have to do. They should be fine though.”
The bartender waited while Ambrosia looked down the menu. After she ordered she replied with an accented, “Sure thing! I’ll have them right out.”[/color] and set off to prepare the drinks. Order’s placed, Rianne turned to Ambrosia.
”Tell me about yourself, Ambrosia.” Rianne was fishing for a topic of discussion. She wanted to help keep Ambrosia's mind off the attack.
Running a thread with all 4 of us is fine with me. I'm currently in a thread with Trace so FemmeRanger and him have a little bit of history (being written).
Ranger: I can see that, Alex is doing his duty, perhaps maiming/killing someone and someone calls it in, "hooded man in a mask" n' all. Alex doesn't carry a weapon, but his powers are usually enough to stop people. Hope Ranger doesn't mind puking snakes and/or rats!
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“What happens when you go over a hundred?” Noel asked and returned her earpiece. The Ranger took this as a rhetorical question. He wasn’t sure what to say to the question anyway. He’d stopped counting years ago, he wasn’t the type to make notches on the wall or inside a scope cover for every kill. He’d without a doubt killed over one-hundred. His military service brought him a fair number of confirmed kills, add to that the ones classified and you had a good start on one-hundred.
“You change. I’ll meet you at the alter.”
”Let’s hope take two is less eventful.”
The pair went separate ways. The Ranger heading down to the garage and to the Fordasaurus. Once there he opened the back and pulled out a spare suit. Once he was changed, he reloaded his magazine and pulled out a large hard sided briefcase with combination locks. He was in no condition to get in a knock down drag out fight, and knowing his luck something was bound to happen.
Once again ready to work the wedding the Ranger made his way back. He steered to where the groom was being held and relieved the security guy he’d had cover his charge. There was much talk about ditching a groomsman to balance the bridal party. Park Soo Nyoung, of course, wanted nothing to do with this. After a good half hour, and Mr. Soo Nyoung getting involved, the issue was settled. One of the groomsmen was cut loose.
Eventually it was time to begin. The Ranger led the way out to garden. He took a place near where the couple would exchange vows. Near enough to get the groom down if there was shooting, not so near as to appear like he was part of the wedding party. It was a fine line made easier by the fact no one cared where he stood in regards to how it looked. They wanted visible muscle after the previous attack.
The butt-fairy made a joke about being carried to safety.
”Cute.” Was all Rianne said in reply. There was a mutant throwing fire at them, now was not the time his jokes or his tone.
The first piece of a plan in place and butt-fairy decided to provide his name, Trace. He also asked if Rianne thought a chemical fire extinguisher would work. Monoammonium phosphate was likely what he meant, works on Class A, B, and C fires. It was worth a shot. ”Officer Rianne Hunter,”she provided her name, saying her first name like the river in Europe. ”If we had a lot maybe. The best a couple of extinguishers would do is likely buy us some time. We need to drown this guy with an extinguisher or fire retardant, have nothing around him combustible.”
They needed to get something onto the mutant to slow him down, but moving in the open could make them into a barbeque. ”You ever shoot clays?” If she could recover her shotgun and get a few extinguishers she could lob them over the mutant and Trace could shoot them with buckshot to rain it down on the mutant.
Rianne could cover ground fast enough to maybe make it work.
Date from an app gone bad. Rianne had seen it happen a few times, and seen a few really ugly outcomes. Sure it was the new way to date and in general was safe, but not knowing who you’re meeting, and not having that protection that a blind date affords of your friend having vetted, could be disastrous. The bartender cut Amelia off by producing the drinks. Amelia expressed gratitude and passed Rianne a margarita.
“It’s nice to know there are still good people out there. Cheers.”
”Cheers.” Rianne echoed before taking a sip. It wasn’t bad, they used really good tequila which made up for these yankees not being the best at making margaritas. ”Whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required.” Rianne wasn’t a super religious person, but that line from the Gospel of Luke had stuck with her. ”I can’t stand by and watch something awful happen to someone. And maybe by helping people I can inspire others to help more.” She drank some more of her margarita.
”The asshole ran off, tail between his legs. We’re at a club, lets enjoy it instead of talking about such bleak things.” She saw the worst in humanity so often at work, she wanted to forget it for a while.
After the Ranger took Max’s offered hand he felt the crushing weight of his own bulk lift and in response his power switched back off. The Ranger’s body returned to its normal size as a result. Max spun around to land on his feet, the Ranger followed suit but with a less graceful landing than Max. He was more used to a hard impact to the ground than a gentle one.
The Ranger was not someone who didn’t know about video games, he had played his share over the years. This did not mean he did not find it odd for someone to talk about powers in such terms. ”I still take damage like everybody else. Muscles pad a little, but skin is skin and bone is bone.” He thought for a moment before adding, ”My power’s more like... melee DPS.”
Haven? The Ranger had not heard of Haven. It must be new since he left the city years back. From what Max said it sounded like an alright organization. Many members, many of influence, all working to help the community. Such an organization would certainly have security needs.
”Interstin’. I can’t say I’ve heard of Haven, but I can certainly help out on the security front. Are we jus’ talkin’ plainclothes security? Guys wearin’ suits and strapped. Or are we talkin’ that an’ a few guys with kit on standby.” He’d dealt with organizations working to improve things, and they tended to have a dark side buried somewhere.
Posted by Ranger on May 1, 2017 22:18:39 GMT -6
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Blocking or erasing memories and taking them. The Ranger wasn't sure if this meant she appropriated it or just copied it. Though maybe she could do both. Whatever the case this was not a power that made him comfortable.
Noel was now just trimming and cleaning up her work. This left the Ranger with a section of his torso padded up. "NYPD hasn't liked my approach t' saving people I come across. Well, they don't like me shootin' the people who hold hostages t' rescue the hostages. Long story, short I saved a woman before a negotiator got t' the scene. Officer beside me didn' like my method f'r a swift resolution. I've mostly got it brushed aside now, but still better safe than sorry."
The Ranger took a moment and realized he had now causally spoken about killing people twice in a single conversation. "It isn't that I like kllin' or anythin'... He took a moment to decide what to say. "I was a soldier, good at what I did. At this point any one death is jus' another I'll have to pay for in the nex' life. What's one in one-hundred?" He looked at his bloody hand for a brief moment.
Noel tugged at his shirt and asked him if he was good to finish the job. "I have a change of clothes in my truck... And thanks t' y' I can make it through." The Ranger climbed to his feet, noticing Noel hadn't offered to help. Once standing he drew his SIG, dropped the mag, looked at how many it had left, slid the mag back in, and press checked the slide before returning it to his holster. "I was hired because Mr. Soo Nyoung wanted someone virtually unstoppable. Can't disappoint." The Ranger gave a slight smile as he said it. Even if he wasn't being paid he wouldn't leave until the wedding was over just in case.
Max could change gravity. That certainly explained a lot. It was nice to know he had a time limit for any future sparring, but for now he just hoped get wouldn't have to fall to the ground again. This turned out to not be an issue as Max conceded and offered to take them back down before round two.
"I have a second power tha' supports my primary one. More efficient lungs under greater oxygen demand. Among other things." the Ranger took Max's hand, he didn't want to fall again if Max was offering a way down.
"A power like y'rs seems incredibly useful. Mine only helps me do things, y'rs is more of a team player power." The Ranger could see so many possibilities, much more than he could see for his. Though his wasnt competently predictable.
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Noel elaborated on her power, it was interesting, but to the Ranger it was still a terrifying concept. He was by no means a fan of psychics or other assorted mind tinkering mutant powers. They were the one thing he couldn't defend himself against. He did not like the feeling of helplessness. "Do you just block and, in this case accidentally, erase memories? What did he need to be on guard for?
Once the area was clean and Noel was ready to go she instructed him to hold his skin to keep it in place. And then she began.
Yup. It hurt. The Ranger was no stranger to pain, he gritted his teeth, made a fist, and made it through it without a sound. Once it was done however he let out a held breath and breathed heavily for a moment.
It wasn't a professional job and would certainly leave a scar, it didn't matter to the Ranger. Scars told stories. Not many people had a scar left by a fight with ninja.
Noel asked him why he didn't want to go to the hospital."It idn't because I'm a mutant, well it mostly idn' that." He wasn't surprised Noel had guessed he was a mutant, he'd fought off three ninjas and left skid marks from stopping in boots. "No sense in goin' to a hospital for somethin' superficial like this. Damn medic could have patched me up an' I'd've been fine." he started with that before deciding to expand with a more complete truth."The real reason is I've been involved in a lot of incidences that have put me on the desks of a few officers. Anythin' t' keep a bit lower profile when I can. Money can fudge paperwork investigatin' a shootin' at a mansion. Paerwork at hospitals is more thorough."
FemmeRanger isn't a member of one of the factions, but is a member of the Emergency Support Unit in NYPD. They're the unit that includes special response teams and SWAT. She would be one of the people called in when things get too dicey for you're average patrol officer. She could easily respond to a call.
The butt-fairy didn't say anything about his new name. This was for the best, they didn't need to devolve into a pair of five year-olds. Instead he made a reference hoping for a guardian angel or something before providing a plan of action. Low wall, other side of tree garden. Rianne nodded that she understood.
A countdown. On three he said, then counted down. Not the time to point that out. Once the countdown was over they moved. They a moments to clear where they were before fire rained down on them. The butt-fairy wasn't moving fast enough.
Rianne, while in a dead run, dropped her shotgun and grabbed the butt-fairy by his waist, threw him over her shoulder and ran. Her power gave her speed as she moved, the car was well behind them when fire coated it. She made it behind the wall in less than a quarter of the time it should have taken them and deposited the butt-fairy.
"We need water or CO2. Something to control his ability to make fire." Rianne keyed her mic and called in a request for some hardware from FDNY or the ESU. "Now we get to hang on, and hope that works."
Rianne drew her SIG from the holster, habit. She knew it wold dew little, but training takes over under stress.
"I definitely wouldn't say no to a regular sparring partner. At least I'd know what to expect. Pick a time and place. I'm going out of town for a bit at some point, but I can make it work."
The Ranger nodded to her, "Before I leave I'll get y'r number. I can text y' a time once I look at my schedule." He'd trust her with a number not tied to his name, even though he would still withhold is middle and last name. She was a LEO still and if something happened again like the day they met, he'd rather her not be able to just show up and make things difficult. "I know I'll have some spare time nex' week around Thursday, mid-day."
The Ranger drank some of the water. The blessed cold water. Well, room temperature water but it was cold to him.
