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.
Sweat beaded her brow as Reaper punched but she was not going to stop. Blood could be seen dripping out from between the chains that were wrapped tightly around her hand. The chains were cutting into her skin, blistering it and causing her to wince in pain, but she was not done with Terra. She was not going to stop until she punched her way directly into that woman’s skull. Such was the bloodlust that over took her mind as she lashed out and punched over and over again.
There was not stopping her…well…at least not on her own.
Terra was made of sturdy stuff. Though she cried out as she took blow after blow, the woman still did not did fully stumble onto her knees. Instead she managed to keep her footing as she waited and winced and grimaced until she could see any kind of opening in her assailant’s attacking. It was only when Reaper took a fraction of a second to blink that she exploited it. Suddenly her hand lashed out and she seized Reaper by the throat and lifted her clean off her feet.
A huge dent making into her face, Terra snarled as bits of gravel seemed to be coming off. The flesh underneath her skin was broken through, but that too was as hard as the rest of her skin. It was like she was stone, through and through.
Anger flashed across her face. It was obvious that it had been forever she since had been harmed this badly. And she was not going to let this go easily. It was more than personal now… “You little bi---!!” she started to say as she wheezed, gravel actually coming out from between her grinding teeth. “I’ll crush your damn esophagus!”
Reaper grunted and struggled but breathing was not going to come easily, especially the harder that Terra squeezed…
Just as Reaper seemed close to passing out, Vicente reappeared. He narrowed his eyes on Terra as she woman seemed to be taking a sadistic joy out of slowly squeezing the life out of his partner’s body. But he was going to bring this to an end, and now. In his hand, his lowered his grip on a large sledgehammer. The tool shed off to the side was not locked and he figured there would be something inside. Low and behold look what he found. He was going to break that woman into so many pieces they’d use her for decoration at the bottom of a fish bowl!
Suddenly running forward, Vicente snarled as he hefted the massive sledgehammer onto his shoulder. For a second there he felt like some classic character from folklore like John Henry or something as he dashed and reached over, gripping the handle with both hands.
Reaper was struggling less and less…
Terra was grinning wide…
Whether the other assassin saw him or not, Vicente didn’t know. Maybe Terra did see him and simply didn’t care that he was trying to attack again. Maybe she didn’t and he was in her blind spot. Whatever the case, he thanked for the gods for it. It allowed him to move in close enough to deliver the blow that he had been waiting to deliver to this woman.
“Yo!!” he snarled to divert her attention.
Once she turned to him, Vicente suddenly hefted the hammer in both his hands and roared as she brought it down, hard, onto the bending point of Terra’s arm with every ounce of strength that he had…
The head of the sledgehammer fell, falling at such an arch and with an impossible speed that it did not seem was it if were possible.
The second it collided with the rougher skin of Terra there was a moment where time froze. A moment where Vicente did not think that it was going to work, that he had made a mistake. After all, they shot the woman and bullets just bounced off her. But, seeing her being chipped away by Reaper’s punches gave him the idea. Stone, rock, somehow that is how she was gifted, and stone can break given the try incentive.
A sledgehammer was the most useful thing he found. If it didn’t work, then he didn’t know what else they were going to do.
The head struck, hanging there for a fraction in time, sitting on the crux of Terra’s arm before momentum and strength powered through. And…
“You bastard!! You monsters!!!!!!!” Terra screamed as she stumbled backward, the momentum of the sledgehammer striking her nearly sent her off kilter.
As she gasped and screamed a she weakly looked to where her arm used to be. Her arm extended down to her elbow but that was where it stopped. After that it was broken off and left the coarse and cracked stump where the rest of her arm used to be. The jagged edges looked like they could be rather painful if they were jabbed into someone’s flesh. But the most disturbing was looking into that stump. There one could see the red of human flesh, the splintered bone, the veins, everything, but they were all solidified, just as hard as stone.
Was that really what she looked like on the inside? Apparently so.
Terra couldn’t remember the last time she felt pain like this. She could remember the last time that she felt pain at all. Her whole life, every since she was a girl, she was like this. Living on the Bayou with abusive parents, she spent her whole life trying to forget how many times her parents tried to harm her because of her abilities. Of course she never felt pain, but it hurt nonetheless that these were here parents who treated her so horribly.
That was why she killed them the second she turned twelve and ran off to make a life for herself. Times were hard but slowly she found her nitch and drifted into the world of assassination. She was damn good at killing people, she could at least thank her parents for that.
But now, an old woman, Terra gasped and cringed a she doubled over, reaching over with her free hand to touch the broken off stump. Confusion set in, she didn’t know what to do. All she wanted now was to rip their heads off with her remaining hand. But as she lifted her head, ready to roar in anger…
…all she saw was a sledgehammer aimed directly for her face…
Vicente gasped as he finally allowed himself to breathe and dropped the sledgehammer to the side with an audible THUD. As it tumbled to the ground he looked across to the headless body of Terra, the old woman who had nearly killed the both of them…then to the head that had rolled across the pavement and struck the steps of the mansion. Nobody would be putting her together again, at least he doubted that was possible. He prayed it was.
But her body ceased its movements and lay motionless upon the ground. Thankfully, Vicente sighed as he hung his head and let his shoulders drop a bit. This had been an extremely long night and he was so not in the mood for anymore surprises. Their easy mission had turned into a hell of a fight and against an opponent that they didn’t see coming.
Reaper should have known about Terra.
Vicente should have known about Terra.
They both should have known about her before any of this had gone down and dealt with her quietly. Instead, they were nearly killed.
It was that thought that brought him back to reality and made him turn to spy the fallen Reaper who gasped and wheezed around the stony fingers that were still clenching her throat.
“Dammit!” he snarled as he ran forward. “Reaper! Reaper, calm down!”
Reaper’s eye were starting to glaze over as Vicente tried to pull the hand off of her throat. Unfortunate at the point of break it off it was still in mid-squeeze. Cursing, Vicente tried and tried again to pry them open…but the fingers weren’t budging.
Reaper gasped and wheezed as she looked at Vicente. Almost pleading…
Quickly he sprang to his feet and ran back to the fallen hammer.
This better work, Vicente thought as he ran back to Reaper was struggling less and less.
He stood above her, raised the hammer and pointed the head of it down into the hand that gripped her throat. They shared a momentary look. If Vicente wasn’t careful, he could easily make matters worse and crush in her windpipe. But they both knew that if he didn’t try, she was going to die anyways. So, with the hammer poised to strike, Vicente held his breath, pulled up the hammer and then…smashed it down…
CRACK![/b]
Vicente had to be careful to apply only enough pressure to break the hand and not burst through it and shatter Reaper’s throat. But…he couldn’t tell. As he broken off the hand, Vicente threw aside the sledgehammer and then kneeled down next to his comrade. Reaper wasn’t breathing, at all. Instead, as he pried the last of the stone off her throat, he found that she was simply staring off into nothing, in space.
“No no no no no…” he growled as he looked into her eye. “Reaper! Reaper wake up!”
He began to shake her, making sure that there was no more of the stone around her throat. Seeing that it was clear, he growled as he bared his teeth at her.
“Reaper!! Snap out of it!!” he spat.
But she wasn’t breathing and yelling wasn’t going to do it. Wiping her lips with his hand, he parted her mouth open as he leaned down, pinched her nose, and placed his mouth over hers. He breathed into her once, then leaned over and began to do chest compressions.
One…Two…Three…
He leaned down and gave her mouth to mouth again. Then again leaned over to do more chest compressions.
One…Two…Three…
“Come on, god damn you!” Vicente growled as he suddenly slapped her, hard. “You’re not dying because of an old woman! SHAKE IT OFF!!”
He leaned down and breathed into her mouth once again…
Reaper had always wondered what dying would be like. She never entertained the thought for too long because it simply creeped her out, but the thought tended to cross her mind. After all, with her powers, Reaper actually absorbed the ‘souls’, or whatever they were, out of people’s bodies and into herself. She took away that spark that gave them life, that special something that made people believe in a God, an afterlife. And yet here she was and she doubted any and all of it.
She had contemplated this while Terra was strangling her, and still again once she felt herself collide with the ground as the air was steadily denied to her lungs. She stared blindly ahead, not seeing the concerned look on Vicente’s face, nor his disappearance and return with the sledgehammer in his hand.
A tiny tear trickled down the corner of her eye…
Was this really how she was going to die? What was she going to see on the other end? Angelic music? Fiery pits? A endless black void which she would never be conscious of? Fitting end for someone named Reaper, wasn’t it?
Soon blackness invaded her senses and Reaper began to let herself go. She didn’t want to die, but she didn’t have a choice now. She would just let herself fade away. Away from all the blood, all the death, and allow herself to finally--
Vicente leaned back, surprised and caught off guard by Reaper’s suddenly resurrection. He didn’t think that his mouth-to-mouth was working, but just as he blew that last breath into her body, Reaper gasped and began to cough in fits off to the side. As she breathed and sucked in air greedily, Vicente leaned off her and sat down beside her coughing, gasping body. Exhausted, he just watched her, really unsure of what to do about the situation. Reaper was not a person that liked to look weak in front others, he knew that.
But he couldn’t very well just leave her, could he? The man sighed as he just sat there, his back turned to her. He knew now that she would be fine, but he was not going to act concerned around her. That would have definitely been something that Reaper would not have appreciated. Instead he just sighed as he started off across the lawn.
He still could not believe that he had just done that, though. Vicente was tried not to care about the lives of others, especially those that showed the slightest sign of weakness. But for some reason Reaper was different. She wasn’t just a random person that he was conditioned to hate and despise. She was…Reaper…
He wouldn’t let her die here…not in a mission like this. Not on his watch…
But he didn’t let her know that. Instead he kept his lips sealed as Reaper slowly continued to breathe normally. Her coughing began to die down, and her groaning was coming to an end. She was going to be fine, he knew that now.
With no van anymore, the trip back to Reaper’s home was a long and quiet one. They were forced to walk since their manner of dress did really permit taking a cab, especially with the splattering of blood, cuts and bruises that were starting to form over their bodies. But on top of that, being in that closed off of a space just seemed like a bad idea at the moment. Reaper walked ahead while Vicente followed behind her. She was deathly silent, lacking her usual snark and attitude, the confident posture replaced with a silent and contemplative gait.
Vicente kept casting a glance to her from behind but she did not turn to acknowledge that he was even still behind him. Honestly, he didn’t know what the problem was but he was not going to be stupid enough to suddenly pull her off to the side and ask what was wrong. Granted, they just killed their target, as well as very dangerous competition so what was there to be silent about?
She almost died.
Well…don’t they always almost die?
Vicente shook the thoughts away. This was obviously not the type of conversation to be having at the moment. So instead he remained quiet and just decided to let the woman walk off whatever mood she was in. He was never a good talker, anyways.
So in silence they continued on, sticking to the shadows and making sure that no one had seen them. Thankfully no one was about so they seemed to be doing rather well in get back to her home incognito. But it was only when they rounded the last street and spied her building did Vicente finally let relief start to overtake him.
They made it back. But god…he wished that she would talk. But only silence prevailed as they crossed the street and entered in through the front door.
Upon entering Reaper’s apartment, only more silence settled in upon them. Vicente watched Reaper out of the corner of his eye as she mechanically moved about the room, checking to make sure that everything was still secure. When she saw that it was, she moved on, into the bedroom and Vicente heard the sound of the bathroom door being closed. Still unsure of what was going on, Vicente just stood there, staring across the room as he tried to figure something to occupy his time.
Mutely he began to wander under he heard the sound of the shower turning on. I guessed that that was probably understandable. Glancing at himself in a nearby mirror he saw that he was indeed pretty grungy looking. Blood marred his clothes and he still had that stupid performance make-up on in the color and shade of a sugar skull.
Sighing he wandered to her kitchen and turned on the faucets. When the water was at a nice and warm temperature, he pooled some into his hands and proceeded to attempt to wash his face. He dabbed the liquid across his features. It took some scrubbing but slowly the make-up began to wash off. Grabbing a dish towel he dried his face and wandered back over to the mirror.
He winced at the sight.
He started to already develop a rather large bruise across his jaw from one of the numerous times that he was hit by Terra. He still could not believe that she managed to get the drop on him. But that only meant that he would have the train all that much harder.
Reaching back he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to work out the tense muscle. That was going to be sore in the morning.
A thought struck him, though. He needed to let his bosses know what was going on. He turned and spied a telephone. He snagged it up from the cradle and gently put it to his ear. Quickly he dialed a number and waited until the line picked up. No one said anything, but that was to expected. He simply said—
“Bullseye,” and hung up the phone. It was a codeword, one that the worker for Los Lobos who had been on the other line to understand as meaning that Castillo was dead.
He replaced the cradle with a sigh. It had been a long trip…
He heard the sound of the showering stopping and the bathroom door opening. Step-Step, he watched as Reaper came out of the bedroom, dressed in a loose shirt and sweatpants. She glanced at Vicente and continued on to the kitchen.
“You’re still here?”
He arched a brow. That was a bit more attitude than he was expecting.
“Um…” he started to say.
Reaper shook her head as she pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and slammed the door angrily. Cracking open the cap she tossed it into the sink as he took a long gulp and then turned to face him again. She really did look irritated but Vicente really could not make heads or tails as to why. Why was she this upset? But Vicente knew better than to question her. Instead he stood there, trying to figure something to say.
“You always speak so intelligently after you botch up a job?” she asked plainly.
Vicente tilted his head as he looked at her confused. “Botched up? What?”
“Yeah, you heard me? Or are you ****ing deaf too?!” she asked as she stormed up to him. “I can’t count the number to things you screwed up tonight!”
Vicente, obviously confused shook his head and opened to mouth to say something.
But before he got any words out, her palm arched through the air and slapped him squarely across the mouth. Vicente winced…
Vicente rubbed his cheek as he turned to face the woman. Did she really just slap him? Just what exactly was her problem? He growled as he angrily turned to face her, his fists balling up as he glared at her. It was obvious, though, that she was not intimidated at all by him. Instead she just growled right back as she stood staring up at him. They were like two fighters just poised and ready for the other one to make the first move. But that wouldn’t be Vicente. Oh no, he knew better that to strike her. At least when she was expecting it.
Instead he just snarled.
“Are you kidding me?!” he spat. “I was the one who saved your life!”
“My life wouldn’t have needed saving if it wasn’t for you!” she screamed back. “You were supposed to be the great killer, nothing gets by you! And look what happens! You get your ass handed to you by a old woman in a maid outfit!!”
“Hey! You were the one who provided the intel! You were supposed to know about her and yet she managed to slip past your eye!” Vicente was getting angry now but managed to keep his shift in check.
Reaper took a swing. It was the eye comment that got her. But luckily Vicente was quick enough to step back and keep from being struck.
“You’d be dead right now if it wasn’t me!” Vicente growled as he stepped back, trying to keep his guard up.
“I don’t need you saving me! I don’t need anyone saving me!”
“Fine! Next time you lying half-dead, I’ll just leave you there!”
“Screw you!”
“Go to hell!”
Then, one second Reaper was glaring at him, then the next she stormed forward, grabbed him by the shirt and angrily ripped it open. She lean roughly pulled him down and kissed him hard on lips…