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 couldn’t make heads or tails of the scenario before him. On the asphalt, directly where he parked the van, was a large, crumbled up mass of steel, oil, and blood. It was massive and looked as if it were a giant, wadded up ball of paper. A quick glance proved exactly what he feared it to be. It was their van, completely demolished and crushed up as if it were nothing more than a piece of trash. He knew that’s what it was because eyeing it closely, he could see instruments that had been left inside that peeked out through the crevices, as well as the logo that had been painted across the side.
What could have done this?
It was only then that he looked up to see that, as impossible as it seemed, there had to be a connection between the van and the person who was standing in front of it.
“You stupid ****s,” came a giggling, kindly voice. “Did you really think you were the only ones who were hired to take Jackson out? That Los Lobos was the only cartel her worked for? That he stole from?”
The kindly old woman with the silvery hair who had led them in early was standing on the lawn, dressed in her maid outfit. Her bare feet crinkled across the cold asphalt. Upon closer inspection one would see that her feet, her hands, her clothes, were all stained with red.
Blood? What else could it be.
“You kidding me?” Vicente snarled. He stalked forward, knife in hand. “I was going to let you live, lady. But you’re just pissing me off now.”
Being the killer that he was, Vicente should have seen it coming. He really should have, but he was far too tired and irritated to take account. He didn’t see the grin on the old woman’s face, he didn’t see her ball up her fist, and he didn’t see her rear her hand back before she suddenly shot it forward and struck him, with all her might, directly into the center of his chest. Normally such a punch would have meant nothing. It should have meant nothing.
But this time…it didn’t meant nothing…
THHHWACK!!!
Vicente gasped as he could have sworn that he felt the bones inside of his body all vibrate at the sensation of the punch. He gasped so loud that he felt as if he would never breathe again before he suddenly felt the sensation of air wrapping around his entire body.
The assassin went air born, flying backwards through the air until his body came to a crashing, and painful halt against a nearby tree.
THUUD!
He struck the tree hard and crumpled down onto the grass and bushes, struggling to catch his breath and ignore the pain that was emanating from both his chest and his back. Weakly he greedily sucked in air as he remained on his hands and knees.
What the hell was that?! he wanted to scream to himself. Instead, all he managed was a fit of coughing.
A wispy, elderly laughter filled the air as the old maid turned towards them both.
The sound of rushing feet made Vicente momentarily forget his pain. Was that old woman running after him now? But as he tried to struggle, he caught the familiar whiff of the perfume that Reaper had put on for the evening. He relaxed momentarily as he felt her run to his side and placed her hands onto his shoulders, urging him to get up as quickly as possible. Vicente wanted to comply but that pain was simply too much to ignore. He needed another minute. A minute that he doubted they had.
“Wha-What happened?” he wheezed as he struggled onto his feet. The second he stretched his muscles by standing, he grimaced in pain.
Reaper ground her teeth as she helped the massive Vicente stand as best she could. “The woman. I…I think she’s like…us…”
The maid, hearing this, laughed. “Oh hohohoho!! Dearies, I’m far better than any of you will be.” She snickered as she stalked around them. “For one thing, I’m stronger than the both of you could possibly imagine. Also, I just have more class.”
Reaper snarled. She needed to buy time for Vicente to recover. “You said that we weren’t the only ones hired to take out Castillo…”
“Well obviously,” the granny muttered. “He was a mob accountant. Of course he belonged to many, many cartels. But, I’m not here to chat all day,” she cracked her knuckles. “You two screwed up my very, very well thought out plan. Another day or so and I would have killed him myself. Then you come in. But I don’t split money.”
Diabolically she grinned as she stormed towards them.
Her bare feet slapping against the asphalt, Vicente narrowed his eyes as he finally began to pull away from Reaper. The pain was still there but he managed to find that place in his mind that allowed him to overlook it. His father taught him a long time ago to never become a slave to pain. Pain was only a momentary distraction and it did not deserve his full attention. With that in mind, he shifted his body to the point that he was able to disregard it.
Still though, he had to analyze what had happened. How did she hurt him so bad? It almost felt as if he was struck in the chest by a boulder but…it was just the woman’s fist.
She admitted to being “like them” which meant she was special too. Did the gods also grant her their gifts? If so why waste it on a woman so withered from age?
Discussion for a later time. Instead he had to be on his guard as he cast a glance to Reaper from out of the corner of his eyes.
She nodded as she understood his gesture.
Slowly the pair of them began to circle around the woman from opposite directions, trying their best to divide her attention. The maid caught onto this and rolled her eyes, tsking, as Vicente pulled another knife from his belt.
“This is really getting tiresome. I killed the remaining of Jackson’s guards, since they weren’t going to let anyone out of that house alive,” she sighed, “and now you two are prolonging my escape. Terra, doesn’t like this.”
“Terra?” Vicente asked as he kept a low and ready to pounce posture. “You refer to yourself in the third person?”
She shrugged.
“Only when I’m feeling particularly diabolical,” she skidded her bare feet forward, looking like she was going to take a charge at him before she relaxed her posture again. “But seriously, I’m in no mood for this. No more talking, no more teasing, just let me kill you. I swear I’ll make it quick. Much easier than what I did to Castillo’s mercenaries.”
“Screw you, lady,” Reaper growled. “We don’t roll over and play dead.”
Terra turned to her. “No, you won’t be playing dead at all!” she cackled.
Taking the opportunity Vicente held his breath, reared his fist back and suddenly hurled one of his knives, with all his might, directly at the back of the woman’s head. The assassin could throw extremely hard and this was evident by the way that the blade spun and flashed through the air. It looked like a whirling missile of sliver that had a heat tracking system, aimed directly for hair parted on the back of Terra skull.
It just wasn’t possible. Vicente could hardly believe his eyes. He threw that knife with everything that he had but before he knew it, as the blade struck, it was as if he had simply softball pitched it. At a brick wall! The silver point of the blade was aimed to perfection and should have easily driven itself directly into the woman’s brainpan. But he watched, helplessly as he point struck her skin and then deflected off of her as if she were made of stone.
He saw a spark, as when metal strikes metal or stone, and then his knife fell harmlessly to the ground with little more than a pathetic clatter on the asphalt.
Terra turned to him and tilted her head.
“Now that was just silly,” she uttered before she stormed directly towards him.
Vicente struggled to free another knife from his belt, but just as he managed to pull it free from its sheath, Terra had managed to get close enough to suddenly reach out and grab a hold of his wrist. She grinned as she squeeze and Vicente felt pain shooting throughout his entire arm. He gasped as he tried to free himself from her grasp but as he tried to strike the sensitive points of her arm to release him, all he felt like he was doing was punching a boulder.
“ARRRRRGH!!!” he growled as he flailed. Any more pressure and he was sure she was going to snap his wrist in half as if it were nothing more than a chicken bone.
“Get off of him!!” he suddenly heard a voice yell. He looked up and Reaper had suddenly appeared and latched her arm around the woman’s throat.
Suddenly the old woman released Vicente’s arm and reached up, grabbing Reaper by her hair. Roughly she pulled up and Reaper screamed in pain as she felt herself being lifted off of the woman by her hair. The assassin flailed before suddenly Terra reared her hands back and threw Reaper, by her hair, across the drive way and sent her skidding into the nearby bushes.
Vicente only heard Reaper’s gasp of pain when she finally stopped, before he leapt onto his feet, another knife in hand and slashed directly at the woman’s eyes.
Terra stepped back to dodge and only smirked as she suddenly lashed out with a punch, driving it directly into the man’s side.
CRACK!
Vicente sucked in air painfully as he staggered, slashing nothing but air. That was one rib broken. He could already tell that. But he used the stagger to make some room between himself and Terra. Painfully he wheezed as he glared at her.
“Why?”
“Why? Really?” she grinned as she stalked around him, ignoring Reaper as she barely moved onto her feet. “El Negro de Sols, hired me. Castillo stole a lot more from them, than he did from any of the other cartels. I managed to get myself into his operation as the kindly housekeeper. He was always so nice to the elderly,” she laughed as she circled him. “Anyways, I was in the middle of tracking the last of his spending habits when you two morons bust in like a couple of first-timers.”
Vicente coughed. “We’ve been doing this for awhile.”
Terra laughed, and she laughed loud. “Hehehehehe! Oh sonny, really? Trust me, I’ve been doing this for a lot longer. There is far more blood on my hands than—“
KA-BLAM!!!! KA-BLAAAM!!! KA-BLAAAM!!
Vicente dived out of the way as Reaper opened fire…
Vicente had dived away, just in case any of Reaper’s stray shots got too close. But it was all for naught for two reasons: 1) Reaper was a surgeon with firearms so there were no strays, and 2) Terra was not fazed by the gunshots at all. All three shots were aimed true but the bullets had absolutely no effect on her. Terra barely staggered as she looked down, bullet holes were fresh in her dress, but from them out fell the crushed in bullets.
She sighed as she shook her head and tilted her gaze to Reaper. Her fists clenched she grumbled darkly to her.
“You know, I really do deplore guns,” she mused. “So impersonal.”
Reaper’s eye twitched as she lowered the gun. Did nothing work against this woman? Frustrated she growled as she just raised the gun again and fired, sending a bullet right between Terra’s eyes.
Her back was turned. He needed to figure a way to harm her. If he and Reaper didn’t stop this woman, there was no way that she was going to just let them walk out of here.
Vicente snarled as he suddenly charged forward. His body was wracked with pain but he pushed through it, ignoring it completely. He was not going to be done in by some wrinkly old woman with skin as hard as stone. There was just no way that he was going to allow it! He father trained him, he was a killer by trade, and he was not going to let it all end right here and right now. As he ran, he suddenly leapt into the air and tried to drive both his boots directly into Terra’s back.
His boots struck hard, directly into the woman’s shoulder blades. Her back felt like a brick wall, but the momentum of his leap had proved to be enough to knock the woman off balance. She stumbled forward while Vicente fell onto his back. He heard a hard thud follow as he sat up to see that Terra was now laying on her stomach on the asphalt. Quickly he rolled forward, onto the woman’s back and pulled another knife free, his last, from the belt.
Once he had her firmly planted onto the ground, he reared his hand back and screamed as he brought the knife down upon her back. Again…and again…and again…
Vicente’s grip was starting to hurt now. He could not believe how tightly he gripped the knife handle and he was sure that he could feel blood pooling from around his hand. But he didn’t care. Instead he continued to stab as much as he could, over and over again into the woman’s back. Clothing was pierced but that was the extent of all he managed to do to the twisted woman. He heard a crack but all he could tell of damage he did her to her was the smallest, tiniest chip in her back. The flesh that he broke off looked like little more than a piece of gravel.
Terra snarled as she suddenly got her bearings and bucked.
Vicente felt as if the very earth moved and he was thrown off to the side. He grunted as he felt himself collide with the ground but, he did not give himself a second to breathe. Instead he rolled as fast as he could to the right and was greeted with the sound of a heavy fist smashing into the asphalt where he had just been laying.
The woman slammed fist after fist into the ground where Vicente had been lying but each time managed to roll away. This was obviously irritating Terra as she could not move fast enough to catch Vicente and run her fist through his stomach. Good, the more irritated she was, the more likely she could make a stupid mistake so the assassin continued to evade until finally he cleared enough space to move back onto his legs, twirling the knife in his hand as he glared at the old woman.
“Come on, Granny,” he smirked as he breathed heavily. “You can do better than that.”
Terra’s lips twitched as she cracked her neck to the side. It sounded like boulders rolling over boulders. “You’re really started to piss me off, boy! “
“That’s a shame, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” Vicente smirked as he began to circle around, constantly keeping her in front of him. “You know, for someone who’s been doing this for awhile, I expected a little more. What, getting senile in your old age? Don’t know how to kill a man properly?”
“Shut up,” she spat.
Vicente smirked. “Seriously, why wait so long to kill the man? I only came in yesterday and I managed to do it.” He laughed. The look of irritation on her face was exactly what he wanted to see. “It’s okay. I’m sure it’s about time to admit that you’re losing your touch…”
“ARRGH!!” Terra screamed as she suddenly lashed out with her heavy fist, aimed directly for the man’s chest.
Vicente saw the punch coming. If it had connected, he was sure that she probably would have torn directly through his ribcage and pulled out his still beating heart. But thankfully, that never happened. Just as the woman’s fist came flying at him, he saw something else out of the corner of his eye. A heavy metal chain soared through the air and lashed quickly around Terra’s wrist and pulled it tight in the opposite direction. The assassin blinked as he staggered back. Both he and Terra looked to see that at the other end of the chain, Reaper stood, holding it like a lasso.
“Yeah,” she grinned to Terra. “You and I still aren’t DONE!”
She pulled the chain hard and Terra was knocked off balance. As she stumbled, Reaper charged forward, the chain wrapped around her fist and suddenly drove it directly into the woman’s jaw. It was still like punching a boulder but with the chain wrapped around Reaper’s fist, she managed to get several punches in, all of which managed to chip off bits and pieces from the woman’s cheek.
To Vicente it sounded like a blacksmith’s shop: metal striking stone, over and over again, clanging in the night air directly outside of the mansion. It was as if Vicente were in the very forges of the gods, listing as divine weapons were being hammered out.
Instead, though, he was watching as Reaper, an assassin he modeled himself after and respected, pounded the hell out of another gifted assassin, driving in the point that she was better over and over again into her face. But it was going to take more than that. Catching something off to the side, he dashed away…