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.
“Stupid little witch!!” Adonis growled as he stormed at Reaper. “Do you really think that anything you have to say has the smallest merit of interest to me!?”
Reaper backed away. Normally she was never afraid of anyone, but Adonis’ reputation, and rumors of his gifts, were are too terrifying to not be scared at. It would have been stupid for her act as anything but terrified right now. So she backed away, her eye looking solemn and fearful as she tried to find the words to calm the man down.
“W-We have-“
“WHAT?” Adonis growled as he began to raised his hand towards her. “You know, you may make an excellent servant to me. You and your friend harmed many of my pets! I could always use another!”
“Wait! WAIT!!” Reaper shouted as she held out her hands in protest.
Momentarily Adonis stopped and eyed her closely. He wanted a reason, any good reason to listen to her inside of simply wiping her mouth off her face…literally. Standing there, slowly Reaper reached to her back and pulled out a fanny pack that was attached to her waist. Slowly she unclipped it, trying not to catch Adonis by surprise, and unzipped the pack, revealing the green contents within.
She turned it over as several stacks of bills spilled out. Easily equaling a thousand or more dollars.
Adonis stood there, eyes narrowing as he eyed the woman closely…then the money. Very, very slowly he lowered his hands as he took on a slightly more relaxed posture.
“Speak,” was all he said, as if he were commanding a dog.
Reaper’s eye twitched at the command. But she said nothing in order to make the matter worse. Instead she simply licked her lips, trying to moisten them up from the oppressive heat that the half-sunken paddle boat seemed to hold onto. Still, she kept her composure as she stared at the obviously dangerous man. She kept her gaze low, her posture less threatening, and voice low enough to not speak above his.
“We need…your tremendous talents,” she whispered. She then waved to their hostage, who had survived the ordeal, but was still out of it from the amount of sedative that they give them. The cloth headed figure lolled it’s head from left to right, lying down on its side and attempting to make sense of its surroundings. “We…We would like…for your…in your infinite power, to make that person look like me.”
Adonis raised a brow. He tilted his head as he looked between Reaper and the fallen hostage. He grinned as he casually walked over to the person. Leaning down he suddenly grabbed the hood and pulled it off. Within was a man, a thin, scrawny man, who looked as if he had seen a night of hell. His eyes were glazed over, his body was bruised, and drooled out from between the rag that was stuffed into his mouth. He was the last surviving guard from Castillo’s estate, found half alive at the mansion this morning…
Looking at the subject closely, Adonis sucked in a breath…then began to laugh…
“Hehehehehahahahehahahhehehaha!!” he cackled as he stepped back and then looked to Reaper. “For a mere thousand? Are you trying to fake your death? My dear, you sell yourself far too short.” He shook his head as he began to walk towards her. “Besides, he’s not even a woman. That takes are more concentration.” His leering eyes then turned onto her. “Now you, my dear, such…things I could do to you…”
Vicente, at that point, suddenly gasped…and steps forward….
Adonis stopped in his tracks. He was in the middle of advancing onto Reaper when suddenly Vicente had spoken up. He arched a brow as he turned to face him. The weakened assassin looked like he could barely stand, much less attempt to fight him and his golems off. It was a fool’s endeavor but before he command the attack, Adonis paused when Vicente stood before him, making absolutely no motion to go on the attack. Instead all he did was stand there, looking imploringly at Adonis…
“Didn’t you learn your lesson the first time?” Adonis asked.
“J-Just…help us…” Vicente asked. “The money…is yours…and what I know you’ll be interested in…”
Adonis’ eyes suddenly sparkled at the idea. He tilted his head as he looked closely at the weakened Vicente. Leaving Reaper to his side, he slowly moved up towards Vicente and smirked…wide…
“Really now? What do you propose?”
Vicente shook as he tried to regain his breathing. The heat mixed with the pain that he had just gone through was obviously growing too much to bear.
“I hear, you have an inkling for blood. Blood so that you can experiment with,” he said as he eyed the cringing golems. “You can keep the money, plus the body (minus the proof I need), and you can have some of mine.”
Adonis eyes sparkled. Sparkled as if he were looking at a massive diamond that only he and he alone could possess. The sickening grin on his face grew so wide that it looked as if a chasm had formed across his head and it would split in half at any moment. But at least it was a grin of greed…and not atrocity.
It was a few moments before Adonis finally made any notion of what his decision was. Turning away from both Vicente and Reaper, he moved over to the fallen, lolling body. That sadistic smile, the one that he had once aimed at each of the assassins while nefarious thoughts fluttered through his tiny, sick mind, was now directed in full force at the man who was only now beginning to come to.
“Whhaafff?” he gasped as he looked around with tired eyes.
“Ssssshhhh,” Adonis said with a smirk as he stood before him. “Don’t make a sound. Just….scream…”
With that he raised both his hands and began to reshape this ball of clay that screamed, and screamed, and screamed…
Vicente and Reaper exited the paddle boat, both slightly weaker and a little more grim from the experience. Reaper staggered along with Vicente as he had his arm draped over her shoulder. She aided him as best she could until they got to the rickety ladder. This was going to be the challenge. Reaper gently left Vicente near the railing as she produced a duffle bag with a heavy object inside. She didn’t dare look inside unless she wanted to look at her own, single eye in death. But she knew what was in there. The only proof that Vicente would need to free the both of them.
She sighed as she tossed the duffle bag onto dry land and began to climb down the ladder. Once she was at the bottom she looked up and awaited for Vicente to join her.
Vicente, on the other hand, was much weaker and one of his hands was bound against his chest. The makeshift bandages were crimson and bled through, but he didn’t pause to stop. The only thing he wanted was to get out of here. So be grabbed onto the railing, heaved himself onto the ladder and slowly began to make his way down.
Each agonizing step set a wave of pain spider-webbing throughout his body but the man did not stop for anything. Instead he continued to climb to finally he reached the bottom and breathed in relief. They were finally almost done.
He turned and glanced to Reaper who stood staring at the duffle bag on the ground.
He limped over as he gently touched her arm. Drawing her attention away, he picked up the bag by its strap and slipped it over his shoulder.
“Don’t,” was all he said as he began to head back to the path that would lead to the car. As he walked he patted the duffle bag and looked down to his wounded hand. The hand that was now missing a pinkie finger, the sample that Adonis demanded.
Before long Reaper joined him at his side and the pair of them walked back to the car, ready to leave this whole nightmare behind.
Vicente awoke with a start. Eyes opening, he glanced around the plane’s cabin, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. He glanced outside the window and paused as the sight of the familiar Texas sky. Though he was back home, he felt as if he left part of himself back in New Orleans. In a way he did. He left his ignorance about who he worked for, the wool that had been covering his eyes was buried back there. Now though, he would return far more alert and far more ready for the next backstab that could very well be directed at him.
“Attention passengers, we have now arrived at Corpus Christi International Airport. We hope that you have a pleasant stay,” the voice on the intercom said.
Vicente ignored it as he began to prepare himself to leave. He unfastened his safety belt and awaited the plane to come to a complete stop. Once it did he moved onto his feet and stretched. Though the flight was short, about three to four hours, he was extremely tired. Now that he was in a resting status every bruise, bump, and scratch was beginning to make its achy self known.
As he shimmied out of the row of seats, Vicente then reached up into his overhead compartment and began to pull down his only two carry-ons, a small cooler, and a his duffle bag of clothes. Slipping the strap of the bag onto his shoulder, he slipped out with the rest of the passengers and calmly departed the plane.
Upon stepping into the airport, the man took a second to pause and look out at everyone that was there. People hustled and bustled left and right, nobody really stopping to look at the other. But as he watched he did note that there was a single man that was staring at him. The tall, stocky man, dressed in a black leather coat and wearing sunglasses cocked his head to the side and grinned at the sight of Vicente.
Vicente nodded to him and casually walked over.
“Blood,” the man whispered with a smirk. “Boss says he’s pleased with your successes.”
“Thanks, Nico.” Vicente replied. He then nodded and raised his hand holding the cooler, handing it over to him.
“What’s this?”
“The proof,” he said with a nod. “That Castillo and Reaper are dead.”
Nico nodded, a smirk on his face. He took the cooler from Vicente gratefully. “Good man. Come on! Boss wants to personally thank you, for everything. Sorry you,” he nodded to Vicente’s wounded hand, “you know. Had to sacrifice.”
Vicente shrugged.
“All part of the job.” Vicente smirked as he walked on, his mind drifting away for a final time to the thoughts of Reaper, before burying her in the back of his mind from now on…