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.
Vicente growled. Things certainly had not been going his way recently. The memories of his regained youth, of his times with Megan, and then being kidnapped and forced to participate in her wedding, all of it was simply too much for the man. He was supposed to have the quiet life of just an assassin so how was he supposed to cope with all this stuff added to it? It was complete bull! It made the assassins blood run hot. It especially made him want to break something. But instead of descending into such childishness, the killer decided to throw himself into his work.
That ought to make at least some things better. Besides, he had to make it up to Falcone for losing that kid thanks to Megan’s actions. So he took his next, highly dangerous, job for cheaper than he normally would.
Unfortunately he was going to need some help. Falcone gave him the task from breathing into a fellow crime bosses house and stealing a rather “special” kind of diamond that he had in his collection. Falcone did not say a lot about it, only that it was well work his life and the lives of thousands in order to possess it. At first Vicente figured that maybe I was all hogwash, but his mind was fixated on exactly what this diamond was all about. So he researched.
He found little on the diamond, but much on the place that it was being kept in. It was the crime bosses summer home in the middle of the city. Normally Vicente was find with a regular ole smash and grab, but it would not be so easy this time. The types of security that this man had but up around the diamond was insane: electronic eyes, sensors, patrolling guards, there was even a couple rumors that he had done some favors for the Yakuza in order to garner a supposed “ninja” or two. Either way, it was all bit much for Vicente.
He was going to have to call in a favor.
The phone he had still had that kid, Mirror’s, contact information on it. He knew of the kid’s abilities and it would serve him well. Plus, on top of all that bull he had to go through in order to find out about his mother, then Mirror definitely owed him something. God, if only he could use the kid to get rid of Maxine. But, unfortunately, he would have to call in his favor for this endeavor instead.
Vicente sighed as he say in the middle of dingy, practically empty restaurant that was across the street from the home that he needed to rob. The smells were bad, the service was terrible, but their food, apparently was top notch. The assassin had to agree to that as he bit into his vegetarian tacos.
Washing down the bites, he pulled out his phone and shot a text over to Mirror.
“Calling in favor. Now.” After adding the address of this restaurant, Vicente waited. The kid would come. Especially since now he knew that he/she/it had a girlfriend and wouldn't want anything bad to happen to her if he/she/it didn't appear…
Gawain frowned at the text on his cellphone. He hoped it was Ami texting him about their plans later... but instead it was the good old assassin guy. Calling in a favor.
This can't be good.
Gawain was fully aware that he owed the guy one; he was fine with that. Vocente put his own life on the line to help him find Mom, and he kept his word. He didn't even kill Maxine. Somewhere deep down he was a big softie. On the surface, however, he was still a professional killer, dragging an X-team leader into a... favor.
Half an hour later Gawain walked into the restaurant, wearing civilian clothes (no need to flash the X uniform if he gets into trouble). A backpack was flung over his shoulder, just in case "now" really meant "now". He smirked as he walked over to Vicente's table and sat down.
"Long time no see" he greeted the old man "What's the hurry?"
Vicente was a patient man. Rather than have nothing to do and think about those foolish thoughts he had about a normal life, all Vicente wanted to do was focus on this job. But that meant that he needed the kid’s help. Sure, Vicente could have eventually figured a way to sneak in and get the diamond but he didn’t have the time. Rumors about its possibly being moved was forcing him to move fast. He needed to get that diamond out of there by tonight. And he would be able to do it with Mirror’s help.
So long as the little twit actually appeared.
But Vicente had not fear of that. Even since they returned from Seattle, Vicente had been keeping minor tags on him. He needed to make sure that the kid would not suddenly back out on their deal in the future or turn him in. It was during that time that he managed to find out that the little gender shifter was actually dating someone, a young girl by the name of Ami. How…sweet.
It was…disturbing to say the least (considering the kid’s “gifts”) but it was of little matter to him. She would make excellent leverage if he ever needed it. Now, though, he would. Because Mirror just walked into the restaurant…
>> "Long time no see…What's the hurry?"
Vicente smirked a little as he took a sip from his bottle of Corona. The golden liquid sloshed down the remains of food into his stomach, after which, he set the bottle aside and locked eyes with Mirror. The kid really was something: arrogant, a decent fighter, but extremely annoying. Still, the kid had his uses.
“Surprised no one has put a bullet between your eyes, yet,” he smirked as he wiped his hands on a napkin. But rather than continue small talk, he decided to break right into the point. “I need something stolen. And I need you to do it.”
>>“Surprised no one has put a bullet between your eyes, yet. I need something stolen. And I need you to do it.”
Gawain cringed. A bit. The old man was really asking an X-man to do his dirty work. Stealing something? Really?... ... all right, so Mirror had the talent for it. Probably more than any other mutant he could think of. In another life (in a world without Twyla) he could have made an excellent art thief. For example.
Vicente did not look like the guy who would steal art.
Vicente nodded. Simple enough question. Of course the boy had not said yea or nay to his proposition yet, but in hindsight, that didn’t matter. He WILL[/b] be doing this. He didn’t have any choice. First of all, he owed him, and second, Vicente was sure that he didn’t want his sweet little girlfriend harmed (and Vicente was capable of inflicting such harm). So he had no problem knowing that the kid would be on board for this little adventure.
It would be dangerous, but he was sure a skill kid like Mirror would be able to handle it without any problems.
“A diamond,” he said with a low voice. After all, one could never be sure who was an enemy and who was a friend in a room of strangers. Reaching over to the empty chair next to him, Vicente picked up a small manila folder, opened it, and set a small stack of papers and pictures onto the table in front of the kid. “The diamond belongs to a crime boss by the name of Lexar. I was hired to…relieve him, of it. But rumor has gotten to him about the theft and he plans to move it tonight. I need you to get in and grab it before that happens.”
He shrugged. He sounded as if it were the easiest thing in the world to do. After all, maybe for him it was (especially since he was not the one jumping into the fire here). But Vicente was not going to just throw the kid in without any help. Moved the papers around to reveal more information for Mirror.
“Electronic eyes, guards, possible ninjas, it should be a cake walk for you,” he said with a smirk. But as he sat there, watching the kid look over the papers and photos, Vicente suddenly paused. There was an odd scent in the air. A scent that was familiar and irritated him at the same time. Narrowing his eyes he peered around because he knew that scent, it belonged to Megan. But…he didn’t see her. He sniffed again and arched a brow. “Megan?” he muttered as he glanced around, trying to find the source of the smell. Then…his eyes locked onto Mirror…
>>“A diamond. The diamond belongs to a crime boss by the name of Lexar. I was hired to…relieve him, of it. But rumor has gotten to him about the theft and he plans to move it tonight. I need you to get in and grab it before that happens.”
Theft indeed. Gawain arched an eyebrow and looked at the pictures and papers. Stealing a diamond, it was... it sounded simple yet adventurous. Exactly the thing Sam would skin him for alive if he found out. Talk about blood diamonds...
>>“Electronic eyes, guards, possible ninjas, it should be a cake walk for you,”
"Ninjas?! For real?" Gawain groaned and leaned over the pictures again, more intrigued and annoyed by the minute. Ninjas indeed. Let's hope they can't walk in mirrors, or he was truly screwed.
Not to mention... ... the old perv was sniffing him?!
>>“Megan?”
"Whu..." Gawain looked up and was slightly startled by the expression on Vicente's face. He glanced around, but the spider lady was nowhere to be seen.
Normally Vicente wouldn’t have cared about whether or not he caught a whiff of Megan again, but he had a bone to pick with the little interloper. It was because of her that not only did he lose his target, but he also was forced to be his older self again. Most importantly, he lost money and Vicente really, really did not like to lose money. He was going to have to make sure he ran into her again so that they could discuss that little event.
That was why her scent grabbed his attention. He knew it had to be her so he that was why he paid so much attention. Unfortunately, though, he simply could not see her. It was probably just a coincidence but when he muttered the name, a flash of recognition flashed across Mirror’s face.
>> "Whu...What about Megan?"
He arched a brow. Apparently the chest-less wonder here knew who Megan was? It could have simply been a coincidence, but Vicente highly doubted that now. That would just be her luck that she is making dealings with a criminal like Dr. Adonis, and yet had a friend who was an X-Man. Exactly the type of thing that she would do.
Eyes locked with Mirror as he tried decide just how much to tell the boy. It would probably be better if he gauged just how much he knew about her and if this was even the same person that they were thinking of.
He titled his head as he took a sip of beer and then finally decided to grace him with an answer.
“The little spider queen?” he said with a smirk. “How…do you know her?” he asked the second it was confirmed that this was the same person.
Gawain looked back at the old man, tilting his head. Spider queen indeed. He tried to imagine a meeting between Vince and Megan, and he soon found he could not come up with any scenario that did not end with someone getting very annoyed and someone getting hurt.
How much did he know about Megan anyway?
"Yeah" Gawain nodded "She, um... helped me out with some handcuffs once. How do you know her? You were not hired to kill her or somethin' were you?"
>> "Yeah…She, um... helped me out with some handcuffs once. How do you know her? You were not hired to kill her or somethin' were you?"
Vicente. Smirked.
No, he had not been hired to kill her. He had met her several occasions in which that was never the prerogative for meeting her, which was funny. Normally he only met people when he was being hired or if they were on a list to die. But Megan was different. He had met her on several occasions and in none of them was it to end her life. Though she was irritating enough make him want to kill her a number of times (especially right now).
The kid looked a little suspicious, as if he were trying to figure out just how he and Megan would have met in the first place. It was obvious that they had met before and that he knew her to some degree, but how much did he know of her. Was he one of the few that she confided in that her appearance was now different? Did he know about Dr. Adonis’ intervention? How about that she had spent the night with himself? All of the questions just made the assassin smirk and chuckle.
He grinned a little as he took another sip of his beer and eyed the kid sitting across from him.
“We…ran into each other, a couple times,” he chuckled. Though he was older again, he remembered everything from their last meeting when he was young, clearly: the rum, the kissing, the certain spot of a freckle…he wanted to laugh but instead opted to just take another sip of his beer. Good times…
And now he was smiling. That smile was giving Gawain the creeps. How can someone be so scary when cheerful? Not to mention the chuckling.
>>“We…ran into each other, a couple times,”
Uh-oh. Megan running into random assassins was never a good sign. But Gawain knew for a fact Megan was still alove, so... what the heck was the old perv up to?
"Uh-huh..." he said slowly, thinking of something more clever to say. There was really nothing clever to say about Megan and Vicente in the same space...
The boy looked just a tad confused. Not that he could blame him since the assassin was being rather cryptic. To be honest, there was really no need to blurt out anything that happened, but he did need to find Megan. Ever since the incident with the wedding, he had lost track of her. Not that he could blame her after everything that had happened. She did not have the mental capacity to deal with the world after everything (or so he assumed). Either way, she was gone and he did need to speak to her again, especially about what she did on the bridge with that boy in the glasses.
He turned his attentions back to Gawain and waited for the boy to catch the hint as to what was going on. Apparently, though, he was just a tad bit dense.
>> "Uh-huh...so... then you are not gonna kill her?"
Another smirk stretched across his diabolical lips.
“No, I’m not going to kill her,” he responded. “She provides far too much entertainment.”
He did have to admit that ever since she managed to skitter her way into his life, things were certainly not boring. First sending her off to have her face changed, then fighting side-by-side with her out of an apartment building, to being forced to be young around her again, and then kidnapped and made to participate in a wedding; the world was a vastly interesting whenever she managed to get into trouble. So no, he wouldn’t be killing her. But he definitely wanted money from her, now, because of what he lost losing that boy to her actions.
But he needed to find her first.
“When you see her again,” he grinned. “Tell her she needs to get that freckle on her right cheek checked out.” He turned back to his beer and proceeded to pull out more information for the job he was blackmailing the kid into. “Can’t be too sure these days.”
>>“No, I’m not going to kill her. She provides far too much entertainment.”
That... did not sound any better. Gawain's eyes narrowed. As much as he did not like getting into Megan's kind of trouble, he kind of felt responsible for his roommate. And Vicente's kind of entertainment had a good chance to be somebody else's discomfort.
>>“When you see her again... Tell her she needs to get that freckle on her right cheek checked out. Can’t be too sure these days.”
"What fr... oh." Gawain blinked again, trying to decide if he should be angry or disturbed. How the hell... what the...
"You know what? I don't even want to know. It's entirely Megan's business who she... runs into."
Still…the kid was slow. Vicente waited calmly for those gears to finally click inside the boy’s mind and make the connections that he was trying to give him. It was hard going but when he finally say the spark in his eyes, he guessed that he finally figured what the man was referring too. The confusion was probably the best to see on the kid’s face. Almost made him want to laugh out loud…
>> "What fr... oh… You know what? I don't even want to know. It's entirely Megan's business who she... runs into."
He laughed, heartily at that. It almost sounded like the laugh of a conquering hero, a Viking or a Mongol invader bragging about his latest pillaging. Not that Vicente was bragging, of course, it was just fun to see the pained expression on the boy’s face. It was obvious that he knew Megan and imagining her in such a position was difficult for him. Of course the assassin would exploit that to his heart’s desire. It was the X-Man’s fault for revealing the connection anyway.
Which made him wonder…why did he smell like her? Vicente didn’t pause long on the inquiry and instead decided to move on past it.
Apparently so did Mirror…
>> "So, you mentioned a diamond...?"
He snerked. It was better to get back to the task at hand. He nodded as he pointed to the picture that the boy was holding of the diamond.
“That is it, there.” he said as he pointed to the picture of it. “This man has it very well protected. You think you could sneak in and grab it without getting yourself killed?”
The issue of Megan was shelved, for now, and Gawain was extremely grateful for that. He would have to confront the spider queen about that later on. Was she really that much into old wrinkly men?...
Ugh. Focus on the picture.
>>“That is it, there. This man has it very well protected. You think you could sneak in and grab it without getting yourself killed?”
Gawain arched an eyebrow at the picture. Diamond indeed. Up to this point he suspected diamond might be code for something. But this one was definitely a gemstone. And X-man stealing a diamond. There's gotta be a first for everything.
"Well, I can give it a try." he smirked, looking up at him "Depends on what ya're plannin' on doing while I am in there."
The kid regarded the papers closely. It seemed, for a second, that he really was not sure if he would be able to pull this off. The assassin had to smirk a little as Mirror looked over everything in thought. This really must have been a switch for him; being the hero but also now having to steal a priceless treasure to repay a debt. Though he was sure that every X-Man had shadows in their closets, he wondered how many of them actually funded and continued to work with dangerous assassin? If it was none, then Mirror here was pretty low on the totem pole. If there was more than just him, it just went along to prove that nobody in this world was clean.
The reach of the underworld crept into the hearts of everyone, even those that claimed to be the bravest and strongest. In the end, they were all still cold-hearted, calculating, fools with just as dirty sheets as the rest of the world.
>> "Well, I can give it a try…Depends on what ya're plannin' on doing while I am in there."
He grinned again.
“I…will be providing you with much needed back up.” he said as he reached into a backpack that he had sitting on the ground next to the spare seat. From here he pulled out another item, what looked to be a pair of glasses. “Picked these up last year for a different mission. Glasses that will remotely feed to me everything you are seeing through my computer. You go in, I give you the lay of the land, and lead you out.” he said matter of factly as he handed the glasses over to him.
The glasses really did prove to be quite handy. The small camera in the bridge and the connection to the his computer would allow him to see everything that Mirror saw. So long as the boy had a Bluetooth or something for his cellphone, then it should be no problem to keep a track of him and keep him informed as to what it going on inside of the house.
“On top of that, I will be on the roof across the street, providing you firepower through the windows, should you need it. The hallway leading to the vault where the diamond is held has a lot of windows. I can pick off as many guards as I can that try to make their way to you.” He made it sound easy. Maybe to him it really was. “Sound like a deal?”
