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?
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Posted by Ranger on Apr 28, 2017 13:36:59 GMT -6
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Block, strike, dodge. Parry, riposte, dodge. The fight with a pair of ninja carried the Ranger from one end of the garage roof to the other and back again. He had taken a few minor cuts, and delivered a few minor cuts of his own. The three of them moved with blinding speed metal flashing between them.
The Ranger could hear radio chatter carrying on in his ear, but he couldn’t be bothered to listen anything more than keywords. Noel had the bride, good. If Ranger could get rid of these ninja he could join her.
And he would need to deal with the ninja fast. His secondary power had by this point kicked in and was boosting the amount of air his lungs could take in to provide oxygen to his muscles. The problem was he could have all the oxygen in the world but if he ran out of glycogen and ketones he would be done.
Desperate times and all that, the Ranger let a sword slice across his left side as one of the ninja stabbed. It wasn’t deep enough to be serious. This put the ninja close enough that the Ranger could wrap his left arm around the ninja’s arms and and insert his own sword. From there he spun the ninja he held and used him to body block until he gave up the ghost.
Bleeding from his side, the Ranger now faced one ninja. He dropped his tomahawk, put both hands on the ninjato and stabbed straight at the ninja as his power stopped increasing his speed now that he was against a single opponent. As the ninja brought his own blade to deflect Ranger’s power shifted to increasing his strength and .the ninja was unable to deflect the incoming blade.
What was the last thing he’d heard? Bride in the east kitchens, and Kenzo Abe here. That name sounded familiar, he'd figure that out later. The Ranger dropped the ninjato, recovered his tomahawk, and climbed down off the roof. He could not make a superhero landing off this roof without something being injured.
His power shifted again to give him speed as he tore off around the building at over 70 miles per hour to reach Noel. The Ranger found her and a man in a ceremonial robe who had a pair of swords. The man had hold of Noel and was saying something to her. The Ranger saw Noel look into his eyes as he powered forward. the Ranger kept up his speed as he closed the distance and, as he burned rubber from the bottom of his shoes stopping, wrapped the man in a rear naked choke. Everything in his body was screaming at him from pain and exhaustion. He was running on fumes now.
The impact from the car didn't seem to have put the guy down, and he didn't seem to be worried about the shotgun pointed at him. He even seemed to be glowing brightly now. Rianne clicked the safety off her 870. The moment the man made an aggressive man he was getting a shot of Federal Flight Control double ought buck to the chest.
"Last chance! Face, pavement! Hands on your head!" The man did not comply, instead he brought up both hands.
In the next moment a few things happened. First, the world slowed down around Rianne. Second, her shotgun went off. Third, the plastic wad that holds and stabilizes the shot, giving Federal Flight Control its range, was just floating in front of Rianne. And fourth, someone spoke behind her.
“Well, this is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into!”
Rianne, having realized time was out to lunch but not understanding why, spun around to face the voice. As she turned she threw the stock of the 870 over her shoulder and flipped it over allowing her to tuck the weapon closer to her instead of giving this newcomer the barrel to fight her over.
"Back the, " She swore, "up!" She now had someone throwing fireballs on one side and someone jumping up behind her on the other. Only then did it hit her, that they were the only two that time had remembered while on break. "You do this?"
Rianne let the woman answer, her attention divided only enough to remain aware of the state of all three thugs. She didn’t have handcuffs or even zip-ties to restrain them. If they attempted to get up Rianne would maintain the peace through superior firepower. With police response time what it was in this city she should expect five to ten minutes for this area. Since Rianne made the call and she was the shit magnet who only called in assistance on the worst or the worst there should be someone as fast as humanly possible.
The woman informed her she was a mutant, this was already evident but Rianne wasn’t going to be rude and stop her to point this out. She believed that was why she was attacked, which was likely why she was attacked but not why she specifically was targeted. Her admitting that she doesn’t fight anyone and that her power is purely defensive told Rianne why the woman was attacked..
”I’m willing to bet they wanted to stomp on a mutant to feel strong and important, but not one that could do much to fight back. Absolute scum.” Rianne said pouring disgust into her last statement. Returning to her normal tone she added ”I’m Rianne Hunter by the way. I’m glad I was here to help.”
It seemed the change in Ranger had negated whatever affect Max had been going for with his power. The odd thing was when Ranger caught Max glancing at the ceiling. That likely didn't mean anything pleasant for the Ranger.
Eventually Max went on the offensive. Coming straight at him, appearing to through a punch. The Ranger kept his guard up, even slow as he was the two places he needed to cover he could cover. Though, when the man you're intending to block jumps up and over you a new plan is necessary.
Max was no lower than three feet above the Ranger when he flipped over and brought down his leg. The Ranger thought he would have learned by now. Legs make great hand holds for the Ranger.
As Max's leg came down the Ranger reached to grab it. From there he could once again swing Max around like a sack of potatoes, or better yet wrap him into a bear hug and just squeeze. Wrapped in a bear hug Max could mess with gravity all he wanted and he'd still be stuck. That is unless as soon as the two of you make contact up becomes down and down becomes up.
The Ranger's stomach lurched and he began to fall up. He reasoned that's why the man looked up, to see what the roof was. The Ranger looked at his new ground. Metal beams supporting more metal. This was going to hurt. He tucked in ready to roll on contact, hoping he didn't just break through the ceiling when he hit it.
Over the Radio came a call in her sector about a mutant throwing fireballs. It was right up Rianne’s alley. A normal patrol officer would likely try and step in, but this would require a SWAT team, or an SRT.
Rianne went back to the car window and threw Mr. Spinneli’s papers back at him. His ID flying and hitting him in the eye. “Hey! What Gives?” Rianne didn’t answer she was already running back to her squad car. ” 17484 show 10-17 to 10-39Q.” Her badge number, en route, to other crime in progress.
Once in her car she hit her lights and siren and hit the gas. Launching back into the roadway she quickly made it out of the residential before opening up the engine and weaving around traffic. People had no idea how to drive around the police. People move out of the way of Fire EMS but police they think they are being pulled over and get squirrely. If she could she would leave her lights and siren off but policy was policy.
”10-7 on 10-39Q” Confirm location.
The dispatcher relayed the address again and Rianne approaching a turn put both feet on the brake, the sudden deceleration shifted weight to the front of the car for the control she was about to need. She then moved her foot to the gas and hammered it while spinning the wheel. The vehicle shuddered as in the midst of a rapid deceleration the vehicle turned and then lurched back into motion.
The alley was right ahead, Rianne hit the breaks and unbuckled her seatbelt. Then she saw the suspect. He was on foot on the sidewalk. She gunned the car again and headed toward the mutant. She wanted to block him with her vehicle but he had other ideas. The mutant hearing the engine turned and threw a fireball at her patrol car.
The fireball burst and threw fire all across her windshield but it held up. Rianne, now mad, planted the horn of her push bar into the mutants ass at 30 miles per hour. That’ll look great on the dash cam footage.
Fire must not be the mutants only power. The hit did send him flying into the wall, but he was able to recover. Though, both him and Rianne would need to see a chiropractor after that hit.
Rianne threw the car into park and jumped from the squad car her 870 in hand. The shotgun is the greatest tool any patrol officer has. AR-15s are amateur hour in policing.
”Face on the pavement, now!” Rianne yelled as she backed behind her car for cover.
The Ranger smiled, after what he had said it seemed Archer did have a point. With a few exceptions though he hadn’t intended there to be explosions, which likely just made it all the worse that they happened.
”Than you might be surprised to hear about all my other work. For everythin’ you hear about, ten more things are smoothed over. Loud and flashy is the exception. I just happen to be such a shit-magnet.”
Archer brought up that he was going to show her pointers. ”Yeah, you seen to have a solid handle on Aikido. Let’s work on some’in a that’ll compliment it. Aikido will help you get someone to the ground, you need to know what to do once they’re there” Ranger went into an explanation of the ideas behind Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, a martial art style that focuses on grappling and ground fighting. It would be perfect for Archer as it is a style where a smaller, weaker person can defend themselves against heavier opponents with proper technique.
The true emphasis of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu was on its ground fighting. First he showed the primary positions. Side control, full mount, back mount, and guards. For this he moved himself and Archer into the positions and walked her through how each worked.
Posted by Ranger on Apr 26, 2017 16:46:23 GMT -6
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The ninja the Ranger fired on brought his sword down and split the bullet. 125 grains of Gold Dot split and sailed off on either side of the ninja.
”That’ll be a problem.” The Ranger commented before sending three more rounds at the ninja. Again they were sliced cleanly through.
The Ranger holstered his SIG as one of the ninja took a swing at him. He brought the tomahawk up to meet it just in time. Then another ninja swung from the other side. His power giving him speed, the Ranger brought his tomahawk around to meet that sword. He then had to spin back to the ninja with the first sword he’d blocked to stop another strike.
A moment later the ninja who’d sliced his bullets out of the air was in the mix. The Ranger’s power went into maximum effort as he spun around blocking attacks from three ninjas. From time to time he had the chance to strike back. They either blocked or evaded these strikes.
The fight felt like it was dragging on for half an hour to the Ranger but only seconds had passed. Eventually he deflected a strike and his arm came back where he could turn it into a throw.
The tomahawk sank home in the ninja’s chest.
The Ranger rolled away from an incoming stab from one of the other ninjas and retrieved his tomahawk. Tomahawks are the greatest of modern CQB weapons. They have reach, are easy to draw, can be used to hook limbs in a pinch, and they throw so much better than knives. With his right hand the Ranger retrieved the dropped ninjato. He wasn’t trained in sword fighting, but he could knife fight and all he needed to do was keep deflecting until he got another chance to drop one.
Again the Ranger rolled from a strike, coming out of it on his feet. A tomahawk in his left hand a straight sword in his right. The ninjas were fast, but not as fast as the Ranger. He would block with the tomahawk and strike back with the sword.
Quin announced she needed to diversify. The Ranger agreed, due to the fact she admitted Aikido was the only thing she'd ever really done. Not that Aikido was a bad martial art, it was just limited once you were fighting people who were trained in fighting.
"It definitely couldn't hurt. Hell, I could show y' a few things before I leave t' get y' started." If all her training was in Aikido he could show her a few takedowns and submissions to get her running. Maybe a few transitions that are useful for once she completes one of the Aikido moves so she can maintain a strong offensive.
"So where've you been? It's been awful quiet for a few years."
"I've been overseas. I spent the last several years poppin' aroun' the Middle-East and Africa. Lots of money in t' be made by those who can do what I do. Most probably didn' make the news. A few did, one was pretty nasty. I heard there was a big stink back here last year..." The Ranger trailed off. He couldn't say more, but he was heavily hinting to a report about a power plant that blew up in a small African country. The media painted it as a failure of US intelligence once it was discovered that there had been US involvement in it. The line was that it was the source of power for an impoverished area. In reality it was also hiding a nuclear enrichment program. It wasn't to scale for creating fissile material for a reactor or a warhead. The plan was to create dirty bombs.
The inverted heel hook almost caught Quin. She managed to break it right before the Ranger had her locked in. From there Quin tapped out. The Ranger released his hold on her and untangled himself.
"Why are you so fast?
The Ranger smiled. That was not what he was expecting her to say. "Years of trainin'. Some is jus' I can move quick, some is I've fough' enough to predict a little of what's comin'."
Standing up the Ranger wiped some dust off his clothes, "I don' jus' shoot people you know. I have training in many fightin' styles and lots of real world experience from handlin' situations."
The third thug, who Rianne now realized was covered in purple and green fire. She moved to remove her jacket to put the fire out but stopped when she realized the thug wasn't actually burning. That was interesting.
The interesting didn't last long. The thug went down and vomited. On everything.
Rianne pulled her phone out, a new crack across the screen. She sighed at the crack and hit the speed dial for her sergeant. The woman she'd helped was talking to her, "That was brilliant! Amazing, even!" She took the chance to look at the woman now. Her eyes, bright green and cat like. It was a bias-motivated crime against a mutant.
"Are you alright, did any of them hurt you?" She approached the woman looking for signs that she'd been hurt. The phone picked up, her sergeant answered. Rianne quickly gave her location and to send a couple squad cars over. "Do you know why they attacked you?"
It was at this time Rianne spared a quick glance at herself. She had ripped holes through both knees of her jeans with her tackle. They had been expensive.
Amelia was her name. Rianne stored that away with the rest of her description for the woman. Then Rianne realized the confrontation had set her back into cop mode and she had to mentally shift gears back into off duty mode. It was margarita o’clock.
"I think they do have margaritas. I guess we can ask. That actually sounds good. After all of that, I think I could use one."
And like that Rianne had a drinking buddy. Add to that not having to do paperwork and the night was looking significantly better than it had been just a minute ago. ”Frozen if they do that, no salt” It would never be too cold for a frozen margarita.
Rianne was led around the dance floor to the bar where Amelia placed the order. She then announced they were using the good tequila. ”I definitely picked the right night to come out than!” Rianne was a massive fan of margaritas, and when someone is reaching for the top shelf there is nothing better.
While not in cop mode, the cop voice still whispered in her head. Rianne had to ask, ”What happened between you two back there? Wouldn’t take no for an answer?”
The police radio chattered on, voices all over each other as Rianne drove through the city. She was patrolling today only responding to high priority calls. The day so far had been slow, for her there had only been one call for service but by the time she arrived on scene other officers had arrived and squared it away. She hung around to assist if necessary, but it went without incident.
The rest of her day was mostly spent writing a supplement to that incident. Normally she would work to not have to write one, but today had been uneventful enough to warrant offering to do one.
Time to do some community policing.
Rianne drove to a neighborhood in her sector. Before she could get out of her squad car though a Ford Focus flew down the road. The Focus was clearly traveling 60 miles per hour in a clearly marked 35 mile per hour residential.
Flipping her lights on, Rianne punched it in her squad car and closed in behind the Focus. Community policing could wait, this chucklehead was likely to hit a kid running into the roadway. As she moved behind the car she was already on the radio, predicting her stop so she wouldn’t be on it when she made the stop. Blessedly the driver decided running from the police was not worth it and pulled over.
As soon as she stopped her patrol car she threw it into park, stepped out, and made for the Focus. She watched the movement of the driver the entire time. Male, short dark hair, patchy facial hair, likely mid 20’s. No passengers She approached the passenger side of the vehicle then leaned to look at the man across the car through her mirror sunglasses.
”What’s the rush there speed racer?”
“Uh...Wha-...Um.. I’m running late for work and I didn’t realize I was speeding.”
Rianne sighed. She hated this part, the lying like it will help. ”You were going almost twice the speed limit. License and proof of insurance.”
“Uh… yeah, here you go.” The man handed Rianne his license. She took it and watched as his hands moved back to the steering wheel.
Rianne stepped away from the vehicle and looked at the I.D. Matthew Spinneli, male, date of birth 10/24/ 1992, 6’1”. She was about to head back to her car to run his license when a call came over her radio.
The remaining conscious thugs decided they wouldn't back down to a police officer that just took one of their buddies to the roadkill cafe. One of them charged the woman. Rianne moved for that one. She was still moving with her enhanced speed and closed the distance the thug could strike the woman with his pipe.
Rianne jumped then planted a foot into the thugs thigh to get height and her angle correct. She spun her hips and caught one leg on either side of the thugs neck. She continued rotating as her momentum carried her and the thug round a half turn before crashing into the ground, her thighs still around the thugs neck cutting off blood flow to his brain. Flying scissor choke.
On the ground she gave one last squeeze and pounded the thug's skull until he let go of the pipe and went limp. Then Rianne climbed up and turned to face the woman and the last thug.
"On the ground before I put you on the ground!" She barked at the last thug, an expletive there to describe the ground.
"Why y' gotta spar against differen' disciplines. Or better yet, people who use several."
When Archer attacked, she came at him with a strike aimed at his core. Immediately the Ranger moved to avoid the strike. No blocking, no fancy redirection, just a solid move out of the way.
In sliding out of the way of the strike the Ranger moved closer but at a diagonal. He reached out and caught his hand behind Archer's neck. The moment his hand contacted he dropped sideways. His free hand hit the floor as his legs went around hers. His forward leg went across her abdomen in front of her and his back leg went back behind her knees. He then went down on his ass bringing Archer back with him.
A flying scissor takedown.
This left the pair of them on the floor making an almost L shape with their legs tied up. The Ranger reached for Archer's leg nearest his torso with both arms. He wanted to tuck her toes under his armpit and with both hands clasped where her heel was on top of one wrist and he could apply pressure for a submission with an inverted heel hook.
