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.
They had this performance planned out to the last detail. Even though all of this was last minute, Vicente and Reaper had gone through exactly what they were going to play and how it was going to be done all morning. That was what made them good assassins. They knew how to study and be ready for a performance of any kind in time unimaginable. They practiced over and over again before they finally nailed it down pat. They had their parts to play: Reaper would do the dancing and main vocals while Vicente would background dance and play the guitar. Over and over this was played out in her apartment until finally they were ready.
And that was exactly the same show they were going to give to this man. Only, because of his leering looks at Reaper, the assassin smirked. She was going to play this up just slightly sexier than she did at the apartment. Vicente knew that if she could get him alone, that would be half of their job complete.
So, with a breath, they both nodded to Jackson and began the show.
Reaper, stepping up onto the tarima, her heavy shoes clicking loudly, paused for a second. She tilted her hip just a bit to give her a more sultry look and let her long hair hang down over her eye patch covered eye. Locking her gaze onto Jackson, she smirked and began to dance, her heavy heels stomping onto the platform into a rhythmic beat. Her strong legs were showcased as he held the hem of her skirt and revealed the nylons she had on underneath. She stomped and turned pulling in Jackson and all the guards to the beat while Vicente played the guitar in the background.
After her initial dance introduction, she and Vicente finally got into the Song that was built up around this performance. Reaper danced and began to sing, her body twisting and undulating to the music, pouring all of her passion and energy into it. Vicente, playing the guitar in the background, also danced and provided the backup vocals, giving the song a much more haunting and passionate melody.
The music swirled and echoed around the excellent acoustics of the room, seducing and filling Jackson’s ears with Reaper’s voice. Vicente smirked silently as he watched the man eye Reaper with an intensity he had not see in a man in a long time. But funnily enough, when Vicente glanced at Reaper, he too felt momentarily drawn to her. The curves of her body as she danced, energy she threw into her voice, the sweat that glistened across her painted face and the sensual movements she performed…he too was beginning to feel what Jackson was definitely feeling at the moment…seduced…
The sway and movement of Reaper’s hips was extremely difficult to miss. Vicente did his best to not watch and keep the performance going as planned. A glance up and he saw that Jackson was indeed enjoying the show. Good, that is what they needed to focus on. He would keep an eye on Jackson as he played the guitar and sang along with Reaper’s songs. She was putting on quite the show and it was enough to fully enrapture the man’s attention. If things kept up in this manner then hopefully that would mean she could get an audience with Jackson, alone. Not that Vicente was trying to pimp her. They just needed access to the man so they could end his life.
He smirked at the thought.
Pulling his attention back to the music, he sighed as he played on. He played like an expert, like he had been born with a guitar in his hands. His experience showed through his performance so that, when mixed with Reaper’s dancing, they nearly had every member of their audience standing with anticipation.
Stomp-Sta-Stomp![/b]
Reaper finished her dance move…the music came to an end…and a thunderous applause echoed in everyone’s ears.
Vicente stood up right and grinned, giving a little bow in return. This had been their fourth song that they played and Reaper seemed to love and bask in the attention that it garnered. Especially the attention from Jackson. The man, their target, simply could not take his eyes off of Reaper the entire time that she danced. His lustful eyes had followed every curve and imagined every inch of skin under both her outfit and the make-up. He let that fact be known when he suddenly stood up by the end of the song and whistled loudly.
“Hahaha! Beautiful! Beautiful!!” he cheered. Then he smirked as he leaned down to one of his guards. The man nodded and Jackson turned to address Reaper. “What’s you’re name, honey?”
Reaper mocked a shy smile as she nibbled her bottom lip and looked down to the floor. “Rina. Rina Morales.”
Jackson smirked as he stood up and slowly came up to her. He stood a good foot taller than Reaper and smirked as he leaned forward and gently touched her chin, forcing her to look up. He smirked as he looked into her eye and brushed his thumb across her lips.
“Well now…why…why don’t we try…you know…for a private show?” he smirked as he stepped back and walked towards the backroom. It was obvious that this was a man who didn’t take “no” for an answer. As he walked away, a pair of the guards kindly walked up and began to usher her towards the back room. In the meanwhile another pair of guards showed up at Vicente’s sides.
“Come on, Mr. Morales,” they said as they began to steer Vicente to the side door. “We’ll make sure she gets home okay.”
Vicente closed his eyes as Jackson’s men led him away. It was obvious that this was a stunt that they pulled many times before. A beautiful performer is asked to stay the night while her bandmates or doting husband or boyfriend is sent packing. So far there was nothing to say that Jackson murdered these women. They all returned home, only slightly altered by the experience. But what were their husbands or significant others to do? Jackson was close to owning this part of the town. Like many of them Vicente was just supposed to grin and take it…at least until he got outside.
With a growl he pretended to struggling, angry that his “wife” wasn’t coming with him. But this was all part of the plan. They needed for Jackson to be alone with Reaper. She played her part well, so convincing in fact that Vicente found himself to be partially attracted to her in that moment. Though he knew it was something that would never come to be.
This was a job and they needed to keep their head in the game. So with a snarl he moved along, letting Jackson’s men shove him along until they were outside, in front of the mansion.
Calmly he walked towards the van with both of the guards escorting him and placing heavy hands down onto his shoulders.
“That’s right, Mr. Morales. Everything’s going to be fine.”
“Yeah, we’ll take care of your wife…”
Vicente smirked as he stopped in front of his van, the men trying to shove him forward but finding themselves unable to move his muscular physique. With a quick turn and shift, he painfully drove his knee into one of the men’s groin’s, while the other he wrapped his muscular arm around his throat and in a single, swift motion, broke the vertebrae. The first man collapsed while the other struggling for breath to scream for help.
Vicente only stalked up to him…a wide grin on his face…
It took only seconds for Vicente to rid himself of the two bodies of the guards that he had just recently disposed of. Deciding that it was better to rid himself of their forms as quickly as possible, he shoved them both into the back of his van, taking careful care not to alert any of the outside security or the cameras that watched him so closely. But Vicente only smirked to himself, happy that things were going so according the plan. Both he and Reaper had planned things out carefully. Hopefully she was in his bedroom getting ready to strike the last blow.
“Yo! What’s going on out here?!”
He paused as he stood in front of van’s sliding door and casually stuffed back inside a guard’s hand that was hanging out. Once all evidence of the body was shoved into the van he peered off to the side and watched as one of the outdoor guards had come to investigate what was going one.
The tall, burly man eyed Vicente up and down, adjusting the gun he held in his hands. He was obviously suspicious but Vicente could tell he didn’t know about the bodies. If he had more than likely Vicente would be dead by now.
“I said what the hell are you doing out here by yourself?”
Vicente smirked as he reached into the dark.
“Just grabbing some air and preparing for the next set,” he said with as honest a face that was possible. From inside he pulled a small bongo set that were apparently going to be necessary for the next song they were to play. “I accidently left this inside the van.”
Vicente returned inside of the mansion, having been able to fool the guard into thinking that he was merely setting up for the next set of songs. The small bongo set held in his hands, he peered inside the mansion and quickly slipped inside, sticking close to the shadows. It was obvious that he was not supposed to be here so he had to remain unseen, but he had to move fast. It would not take long for word to get down to the rest of the guards that his van was still there, even after he was supposed to have vacated the building.
But Reaper and he could move fast. It was their specialty.
He peeked out from a darkened hallway and once he was sure that the coast was clear, he ducked to the stairwell and began to slowly stalk his way back up to the top. He passed fine art, tapestries, sculptures, but all of it was of vulgar taste, not bought out of classiness. The assassin shook his head; all of it was bought with Los Lobos’ money. Jackson was definitely a fool for doing this…
The scent of cigar smoke filled his nostrils as he climbed to the last step and glanced down the hall. So far it looked as if this entire floor was abandoned. He was not surprised. Someone like Jackson would have probably cleared the entire floor just so that he could have his alone time with whatever women he managed to convince to stay here with him. Though the man had attitude, Vicente could clearly see that he was a man who valued privacy.
Slipping inside of the of the room where he and Reaper had just performed, it looked just as abandoned as the rest of the house. How did the man do that? He just managed to make all those guards disappear as it they had never existed in here. It staggered Vicente’s mind but it was a momentary thought that he quickly disregarded. He didn’t have time to wonder about that right now. They needed to finish off this target and get the hell out of here.
He eyed the small stage where Reaper and he had just played, glanced at the chairs that were still set up but long ago abandoned, and then to the doorway that was across the room. He remembered seeing that that was where Jackson had taken Reaper. It was also where those lecherous sounds were emanating from.
He crept over to the stage, knelt down and very gently removed the back of the amp. As he did he reached in and grinned. The knives were still there. They searched them both carefully but forgot to check the equipment.
Once the knives were free he slipped three into the loop of his belt as he carefully twirled the other one in his hand, between his fingers. With his weapons stowed he skittered to the shadows and continued on towards the back room.
“You are a goddess. I could make you rich beyond your dreams…”
He snorted as he stepped up to the wall and just shook his head. Was the man really that pathetic? Apparently he was because he was promising Reaper the moon and the stars. Then again, how many times has the man made the same promises to whoever he is trying to seduce? Vicente just shook his head.
“Time to break up this party.”
He reached out, grabbed the door handle and suddenly burst into the room with a growl and blades at the ready…
“As you can see,” Jackson’s voice said with a sarcastic twinge. “I’m not as stupid as you think I am…”
Vicente stood there, mutely and with hateful eyes, as he stared across the bedroom. Standing at the foot of the bed, Jackson stood there, his shirt unbuttoned revealing his hairy chest, and his belt undone but his pants were still on. On her knees in front of him and facing Vicente was Reaper with a rather nasty looking gash across her forehead. She looked groggy. He must have clocked hard enough to dull her senses.
Standing there, knives clenched in his hands he looked around the room. Four of the guards were already in there, two with guns pointed at him and two others with guns pointed at Reaper. Even Jackson himself held a gun in his hand and had it firmly planted into the back of Reaper’s skull.
“I suggest,” he growled, “that you drop those knives, bend over, and kiss your *** goodbye…”
Vicente stared down the barrels of the guns that were pointed in his direction, as well as those that were positioned at Reaper. Vicente eyed eyed the woman, surprised that she had actually been subdued and by someone like Jackson Castillo. Such an event should have never hyappened! Reaper was better than that but yet here she was, collapsed onto her knees with a gun pointed into the back of her head. The young assassin shook his head. What the **** were they going to do now?
“I said, drop the blades, dumbass!”
Jackson snarled.
Vicente eyed him carefully. He wanted nothing more than to rip that condescending smirk off of his face. As a matter of fact he could have still done so, but the unconscious Reaper prevented him from doing so. Could he just leave her? He didn’t have a connection to her, she shouldn’t have to worry about it. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to just abandon her.
Jackson, his impatience finally winning out, just spat off to the side contemptuously.
“Ah screw it!” he pushed the gun barrel harder into the back of Reaper’s skull. “Just smoke the bastard! Los Lobos are going to get me this easily!”
Hammers were pulled back and Vicente sucked in his breath. He really had no idea what to do now.
The movements that followed were a blur. Jackson had raised his gun in order to deliver Vicente’s deathblow himself, but it was enough to give Reaper an opening. The more experienced killer quickly exploited Jackson’s arrogance and caused him insurmountable pain. Such was the price one paid for misjudging the woman. Vicente knew that only too well.
Managing to shift to the side, she drove her most pointed and hard elbow deep into the man’s groin. The blow was so savage and harsh that the men in the room could have sworn they heard the sound of the very sensitive flesh ripping and popping. The look on Jackson’s face was enough to cause the most manly of men in the room to cringe and want to protect their own private areas. Reaper was definitely a hellcat.
The gun fell from the man’s hand with a clatter as a scream echoed out so loud that it drew all the guard’s attentions. Once their heads were turned, Vicente moved in to attack. Arms raised, he suddenly swiped forward and released both blades that he had refused to drop earlier. Those strips of silver sliced through the air and drove into the bodyguards’ throats down to the hilts. Both gasped and silented screamed blood and froth as they stumbled back. With them down, Vicente charged to the last standing guard on his side of the room.
Meanwhile, Reaper, after dispatching Jackson, reached for the man’s discarded gun and threw it with all her might at another guard that started making motions to open fire upon her. The thrown gun struck the man’s forehead with a resounding THUD!!, strong enough to give her time to roll forward and throw her fist into the man’s stomach.
“UUUURK!!!” He gasped in pained horror and collapsed, struggling to force his body to breath again.
The last guard struggled to get a shot in but, despite his bulk, Vicente proved to be far too fast for the man to lock in on. Spinning and shifting out of view, Vicente moved in close enough to finally land a devastating punch across the man’s jaw. The assassin grinned as he felt the bone shatter and crumble under his punch and the shriek of pain that flew from the man’s lips was pure music to his ears. Enough so that Vicente gave the man a second to gasp and wheeze.
As the guard stood there, staggering left and right,Vicente smirked as their eyes met. Would there be mercy? Did the assassin really have a heart of gold to not put the injured bodyguard into more pain?
No.
Instead the killer suddenly slapped both his hands across the guard’s ears, effectively bursting the man’s eardrums before shoving his palm directly into the easily breakable cartilage of the bulbous nose.
He gasped a final time before crumpling onto the ground. Vicente wiped the blood off of his palm and turned his attention to the cowering man who wheezed and kept his legs closed while he withered in pain.
“Jackson Castillo,” Vicente said with a sadistic grin. “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”
Though they had to act fast, the two assassins managed to make short work of Jackson Castillo. The remains they left behind, well, suffice it to say, would be difficult for a family member to identify, much less a coroner. But Los Lobos didn’t care how the man was disposed of, so long as he was gone. He would prove to be a fine example of what awaits those people who dare even think about stealing from the cartel; and he’d be a graphic example as well.
Vicente couldn’t express how impressed he truly was with her skills. She was like a dark angel born in a blood, a woman who truly embodied the name that she possessed. She was death incarnate and he was thankful he was on her side.
He stepped back and surveyed Reaper’s handiwork before he nodded. “We need to go.”
Reaper agreed and used one of the pillow cases to wipe off her hands.
“Please,” she replied. “Did you handle the guards outside?”
Vicente nodded. “They’re dead in the van. Didn’t want to risk their bodies being found.”
“Good,” Reaper said as she adjusted her outfit. “Let’s get the hell out of here before the rest of his crew show up.”
Both killers turned, wanting nothing more than to get out of his place and never hear the name Jackson Castillo again, and left...
Heading out into the performance room they had first appeared in, both Vicente and Reaper crept out like thieves in the night. Maybe, in a way, they were. Everyday their jobs forced them to steal something valuable…human lives. It takes a special kind of thief to pull that kind of heist off. Those w3ithout the morals to care what one’s life was worth. Neither Vicente, nor Reaper, cared about that type of philosophy anymore. The only thing that they wanted was for their fees to be paid. And so long as people were willing to pay, the would continue to steal…
They snuck across the room and peeked out into the hallway. They covered up the evidence of their exploits as much as possible but a hard scrutinizing would still be able to identify a splotch of crimson here and there. It was therefore a good idea that they didn’t waste too much time making their exit.
But as they crept to the main hallway for the floor and darted into the shadows, they were struck by the lack of security. Was that really it? They could have sworn that they saw more when they were first let in.
The rest of the way through the mansion was surprisingly quiet. Neither Vicente nor Reaper like the possibilities that brought up, but they simply could not help the anxiety that began to twitch inside of their minds. Where the hell were the rest of the guards? Six dead? No way, Jackson had more than that when they walked in. His whole operation was under this roof and when they were being led through, they were that they had seen far more than just the miserable little number that they took care of.
But not wanting to waste time and investigate the house, both assassins simply decided to hasten their fleeing from the mansion. They were not going to go looking for trouble in this instance. Instead they needed to get out and send the word out to Los Lobos that Jackson was dead. Their target was dead and there was no reason to add further bodies to that list.
Step…Step…Step…
The crept through the empty halls, all the ostentatious decorations lost their luster and their shine. It was almost as if the death of Jackson brought on the death of the house. But they didn’t ponder. Instead, the second that they reached the bottom of the steps, they breathed a sigh of relief. There was the door.
Vicente grinned as he spied the door and then glanced to Reaper.
“Come on, the van is parked directly outside. Just where we left it.”
“Good,” Reaper responded with a nod. “The first thing that I want to do is get back home and into the shower. I can still feel that pig’s hands all over me.”
Vicente smirked. “You did what you had to…goddess.” He snickered at that last comment.
Reaper rolled her eye and suddenly smacked Vicente hard across the back of his bald head. The assassin stumbled forward briefly and shot Reaper an indignant look, but he held his tongue. Now was not the time to mess around. He could always argue with her later. He rolled his shoulder as he peeked out at a darkened alcove that was near the staircase and scanned it with his eyes.
Nothing.
It really was like the mansion was abandoned now. A bad feeling slowly crept over spine but he tried to ignore it. They were almost home free.
Confirming to Reaper that was coast was clear, they both crept forward and slowly opened the door before slipping outside…