The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
The woman claimed she was and would be fine. Rianne studied her for a moment to discern if she was just saying it or was being genuine. She decided it was genuine when the woman offered to buy Rianne a drink.
”That’s not necessary, but who am I to turn down free alcohol. I wonder if they have margaritas here?” She replied smiling slightly, more at the fact the woman was okay than anything. ” I didn’t catch your name.” Rianne said as she turned to move toward the bar, her eyes scanning over the crowd.
No one seemed to notice or care about what had just happened. Likely because it was all handled without anything to overt. Still it was something someone from security should have looked into if they saw it. Rianne put it off as expecting too much from what are essentially people paid to be large and scare drunk people from time to time.
Rianne continued to make her way down the street. While not in her cop mode she was still operating at condition yellow, or a relaxed alert. Having seen the worst that can happen in this city she had trained herself to always keep alert.
It was this awareness that brought her attention to something happening a couple blocks away. Someone was moving in a subtle way that indicated to Rianne there was about to be trouble. Rianne sped up her walk, intending to close the distance without looking out of place. That was until a man stepped out of an alley, and another 2 moved around the person.
Rianne's power immediately gave her ears the ability to hear what was said, "Not so tough now, are you, you little freak?"
At that she broke into a run. 1 block to go. Her riding heels pounding away loudly on the concrete. One block is nothing when you can travel at traffic speeds. Approaching the group she football tackled one of the men. They were clearly about to commit aggravated assault with a deadly weapon.
Carrying the one to the ground, she was only briefly worried what 135 pounds at 60 or so miles per hour would do to a person who was driven into concrete. One laid out she rose to her feet and turned to the other two.
"NYPD, drop your weapons and get on the ground."
The ball was in their court. If they ran she could give their descriptions to another officer and just see the one booked. If they fought they would regret it. Either way woman would be safe.
The Ranger's felt like he had a second him sitting on his shoulders. His power responded by giving him more strength, which added more weight. This cycle continued until an equilibrium was reached. As his mass increased to meet the demand of his new weight he gained more strength relative to the mass he gained. The problem was this made him so bulky he would be slowed down some. Nothing major for now, but it could pose a problem.
In addition to mass increase the energy demand went up in his body. His lungs increased their efficiency and his VO2 max. This change would buy him a little more time before his muscles became oxygen starved.
"So you have some moves too. I'm impressed that really rung my bell. I'll tell you I can't get heavier, but you just did. A lot heavier."
The Ranger smiled and took a fighting stance. Now it would be like a heavyweight fighting a strawweight. Max would have the mobility but if Ranger got one good strike in or a grab it would be game over for Max. Ranger just had to fight smart.
"Keep up."
Max rushed the Ranger.
Hands up, one blocking his head the other his core, the Ranger pivoted to keep Max in sight. Name of the game was block anything too fast to grab unless it was going for a major muscle group. At this point a hit to a major muscle likely wouldn't hurt due to the density of the muscle. He would fight back with shin kicks. In his current state if he were to kick anything else on Max he might just shatter it. That and shin kicks over time debilitated the opponent.
As the Ranger held Max, suspended in the air by his feet, Max's wight suddenly doubled. There was a moment where the Ranger's shoulders screamed in protest before his torso visibly increased in size as his power compensated for the change in weight.
Max then attempted to pull himself up to strike Ranger. This fight now involved powers and the Ranger planned to show why that was a mistake on Max's part.
Before Max's punch could land, the Ranger swung Max bodily, by his feet, up and over his head. Centrifugal force pulling Max's upper body back away from the Ranger. On the other side Ranger brought Max down, face first into the mat and then let go.
"Unless you can get a lot heavier, that ain't gunna work."
As soon as the word “Alright” left Archer’s mouth the Ranger released her arm and moved to get up. He then couldn’t help himself and stole a look at Archer’s rump. Not that she was wearing form fitting clothing, but hey male will male and a look doesn’t hurt anyone.
After a brief moment he extended a hand to help Archer up.
”Y’ almos’ had me there. Good job.”
Ranger brushed the little bit of dust his legs picked up off the mat and moved to ready for another round. Again he blocked his head and core with his hands. He decided this time to wait for her to make the first move. He beckoned with his left hand in challenge ”Y’r turn.”
”17484 show 42.” Rianne said into her radio signaling her shift was over. It had been a long twelve hours but she could head home. Her last call for service blessedly ended around when her shift was to end.
She drove her squad car to the garage near her apartment to park it for the night. A perk of being in law enforcement sometimes was the take home car. As Rianne did not own a car it made travel to and from work easier.
Once home Rianne changed out of her uniform, hanging it and her armor in her closet. She left the gun belt on a shelf in her closet. She was going drinking tonight. Few things helped relax after a long day as a nice drink at a bar. A pair of slim boot cut jeans, her brown Tony Lamas with a round toe and a riding heel, and a plaid button up loosely fitted and tucked into the front of the jeans. Then after a quick check of the weather she grabbed a nice leather jacket. She was a Texas girl and an evening in the fifties warranted a jacket at minimum.
Dressed; she concealed her SIG P239, stuck her phone in one back pocket, slid some money and her cards in the other with her badge, and her Benchmade AFO II into her waistband. Winter was over so carrying a lot of things was no longer as easy to accomplish.
Fix her hair and makeup and she was out on the street heading to her bar. The sun wasn’t gone yet, but it was well on its way.
Max dodged. And not only did Max dodge, he flew away From Ranger's strike at his neck. What should have been a solid strike to brachial plexus in Max's neck became a quick brush across the skin. The Ranger saw Max pulling his legs up and lash out in a drop kick.
In a snap decision the Ranger maintained his forward momentum but no longer was his speed being boosted. He reached to take hold of Max's feet as they came in. This would ordinarily be an incredibly dangerous thing to do, but he had felt himself become weightless and now Max was flying. Clearly he was affecting gravity. While his mass should remain the same, thus the force of his kick remain the same, it meant Ranger could more readily hold him in place.
Holding Max's legs in place with nothing behind him to act against would turn the energy from a kick into him straightening himself. The Ranger hoped this would leave him in the perfect position to throw Max by his feet. Worst thing was his weight returned, but Ranger's power would let him hold Max by his feet without breaking a sweat.
That could work, Amber. I see two ways to go about it. 1) FemmeRanger is on duty and either hears the incident or responds to a call for service either Amber of a passerby makes. 2) FemmeRanger is not on duty and hears/sees it happening.
In the first instance there would be an arrest (or arrests) and all that goes on with that. While most of it could be sped through in a line or two just stating she drove the perp(s) to the jail. She would need to get a statement from Amber and all that fun procedural stuff (as well as do the scene where she gets Amber coffee like you would see in a police procedural). This would be a chance to roll with FemmeRanger under the color of office.
In the second she would detain the perp(s) until another officer showed up to make the real arrest(s) and haul them off (and doesn't need a supplement from FemmeRanger). Following which anything could happen.
AVRanger, or as I call her FemmeRanger, has been approved and I'm looking for some threads to get my posting legs under me and get her established before universe hopping is the thing.
She works for NYPD in the Emergency Service Unit (ESU) which is the unit where officers cross train to aid in emergencies. Units like SWAT are in this unit. She is in a Special Response Team (SRT) which is like a SWAT team except they patrol like regular officers and when an emergency arrives they have the gear with them to try and handle it before the SWAT team can be mobilized.
So her responding to a call about someone terrorizing the city is possible.
She also does a lot of PT outside of work and likes to go to dance halls and clubs in her free time.
Feel free to reply here or PM me if you're interested and or have ideas.
His kick was redirected, this was an aikido class after all. He was ready and immediately spun his other leg into the air using his initial momentum plus what Archer added to bring it up at her head. She ducked. That was less expected.
Ranger finished the aerial and landed on one foot, then the other and before he'd finished straightening up Archer was on him. Ranger grinned despite himself, this day just kept getting better and more entertaining.
Quickly backpedaling he reached out and caught Archer's arm. Knowing he was going to fall he pulled her by that arm and turned. The pair went down. Archer his first, landing on her chest. Ranger came down on top of her, one arm still held by Ranger's/ Ranger's free arm was busy driving an elbow into her back. Immediately Ranger wrenched her arm up applying a large amount of strain to her shoulder.
Her happy place? Well this was extra interesting to run into her here then. He retracted his unshaken hand. Rude.
"I didn' cause any of that. I jus' ended it." He raised his hand in the scout salute, "Scouts honor. No explosions or guns popping out."
"Bow to your partner and begin!"
The Ranger bowed, very formally with hands at his sides, to Officer Archer. He then brought up his hands without clenching fists one blocking his face the other his mid section. He moved, strafing to one side, then back the other. When it was clear he'd have to make the first move he moved in and went with a tried and true MMA opener. Feint with left, feint again, shin kick. He threw the feints and then the kick, he aimed low, but if she dropped her hands to try and block he'd snap his leg up at her head.
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.
