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 had never seen someone so angry with him, especially not someone that he was close to considering a friend. Sure targets fought back and he was threatened with death on more than one occasion but the problem here was that this was a person that he had begun to trust. Someone who he fought side-by-side with and now, all of sudden, she wanted his head on a platter. He simply was not sure how to respond to that. The only thing he did know was that his body was willing him to survive just a bit longer so he could figure out what was wrong.
“What?!” he asked as he rolled off to the side and managed to dodge her attack again. The room was getting smaller though. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” He yelled.
“The HELL you don’t!!” she screamed as she switched positions and snarled as she started to circle him. “I have to admit, that was real smart. Sending someone like you…”
“Reaper, seriously, what’s the mat—“
He didn’t get to finish his question. While he was talking she charged him once more. This time he didn’t notice it in time and she pulled in close, slashing and cutting a fine line across his chest. He hissed in pain as he felt the blood begin to seep out and he held his hand to his chest. He was getting angry now. If she wanted a fight, she was going to get a fight.
“You--,” she was so angry she couldn’t even finish her sentence. “No one has gotten that close to me! How did you? How did you manage it? You have more powers you’re not telling me about?!”
Vicente snarled as she came in with a flurry of slashes, stabs and cuts. Vicente expertly dodged and weaved among them. If he could get to the kitchen then that at least should provide him with some form of weaponry to defend himself with. But it seemed as if Reaper was onto this plan because no matter how he tried to twist them, she kept cutting him off from getting to the kitchen. Instead she wrangled him in with a mixture of fake and slashes into the air whenever he tried to move from his slowly shrinking circle of movement.
He snarled, starting to feel cornered. She was accusing him of something that he had no idea what it was and he was just getting all around irritated. He hated it when people didn’t listen to him.
“Open your ears!” he shouted as he blinding reached to the side. When he did he found himself gripping onto some the back of the wall. Not a good sign. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, reaper! What is wrong?!”
As if disgusted with him, she spat as she continued to stalk forward.
“The call, Vicente! I got the goddamn call!!”
He narrowed his eyes in confusion and shook his head. “Call? What call?”
“The kill order, you jackass! The kill order for me!!” she lunged forward.
His mind whirled. A kill order? For Reaper? He was not told anything like that. He made the call last night to say that Castillo was dead but that was it. He didn’t get any new orders! Unless….he paused as he remembered to what woke him up this morning. The telephone ringing. For a second he thought that maybe it was just a dream but it was quickly becoming obvious that that was not the case here. It was a phone call, one that was meant for him, but Reaper had picked up instead. She heard a kill order for her…but…why…?
He shook his head and was about to deny his knowledge of this when Reaper lunged.
His breath caught in his throat….
His eyes went wide…
And he felt the blade sink into his flesh down to the hilt.
Vicente roared in pain but he did not get long to measure it because suddenly Reaper lashed out and struck him hard across his jaw one way and then followed it up with the other side. He cringed in pain and try as he might, he could not catch his breath. He then felt her lay off for a second and he glanced to the side to see that she had driven the knife through his shoulder, effectively pinning him to the wall. He looked up and Reaper sneered as she stepped back and surveyed her work.
“Close Vicente. You were the closest one yet…”
He gasped as he struggled against the pain.
“I…I didn’t know…a-about a kill order…” he gasped.
“BULL!!” she screamed as she suddenly lashed out to kick him against in the stomach.
But taking the opportunity given to him, Vicente gripped the side of a bookcase he was near and a mantle and propelled himself upward. As he did so, he kicked out and struck the woman hard in her own stomach. She stumbled back, tripping over a trash bin that clattered over and revealed that there were several machetes inside. As she stumbled she snagged one of them up and twirled it expertly.
Vicente gasped in pain. He had managed to kick off Reaper but he still had a blade digging into his shoulder. He needed to remedy that and now. Quickly he pulled the knife free from his shoulder and sent it clattering to the floor, across the room and as far away from her as possible. He then circled around Reaper and he felt his foot tap the bin that she had knocked over. He glanced down and spied the blades. Leaning down he pulled one of the machetes into his own hand.
“Reaper…listen to me…I didn’t know…”
She ground her teeth.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re no better than the rest of their puppets. You would have killed me! You’re nothing more than another one of their loyal dogs…”
Machete blade met machete blade as Vicente and Reaper squared off. Both experts, they twirled and slashed at one another with the massive blades, almost as if they were swordsmen taking part in an age long battle that took place centuries before. Sparks literally flew as the two of them battled to gain the upper hand on the other. Blades crashed, they moved seamlessly between one around as they used their environments to their benefits. Machetes spun in their hands as they tried by any means necessary to stop one another.
Vicente remained on the defensive, stepping back and blocking, dodging any of Reaper’s attacks. He wanted to get through to her, to explain that it was never his intention to come out here to kill her. He only wanted Castillo.
But she was convinced that that could not be farther from the truth. He was a loyal soldier of Los Lobos and would do exactly as they had asked of him. She knew her life was in danger and there was no way that she was going to escape from it. Vicente was just another in a long line of assassins that have tried to kill here. What made this different was that she now knew exactly who it was that was after her.
The battle was ferocious but no sided seemed ready to back down.
“Los Lobos have been wanting me dead for years!” she shouted as she slashed at him and instead only managed to strike a vase. “I’ve always had assassins on my tail since started working for myself! I just didn’t think it was them! I was stupid!”
Vicente jumped backwards and missed another stab to his stomach but retorted with slapping her bade with the flat of his own. “Reaper! Just let me explain! I didn’t know about the order! I wasn’t sent here to kill you! I wouldn’t have!”
“Why? Why should I believe that?!” she screamed as she slashed and stabbed. “Because you saved my life? Because you slept with me?! Tactics! That’s all they were!”
“No!!” Vicente yelled and suddenly managed to deflected her blade and ram his shoulder into her chest.
The woman gasped as she stumbled back and landed hard onto the ground.
The machete blade when hurling across the room and Vicente was on top of Reaper, poised with his own machete in hand. He had kicked Reaper’s blade across the room and under some random piece of upturned furniture. As he knelt there, blade ready and shaking in his closed fist, he remained watching Reaper’s face. The woman had put on a brave mask but she didn’t bother to beg or cry. She instead just glared at him with a hateful gaze.
She glaring at him in such a way that egged him on, begged him to bring that strike of the machete down upon her head. She didn’t expect anything less than that from him. He was only one of Los Lobos dogs anyways…
“Do it,” she growled. “Do it…”
Vicente growl, his nostrils flaring, his teeth clenching, his eye twitching. It was an order…and he always followed his orders….
“Arrrrrrrgghhhhh!!!” he brought the blade down…hard….
He gasped heavily, growling as his shaky fist held onto the handle of the machete blade so tight that his knuckles had turned white. He didn’t want to let go of it as he felt something within himself struggling with what he had just done. Blood pooled onto the body that was below him and Vicente had to force himself to remember to breathe again. Things like this should never be that hard. But the simple fact that it was, this time, proved exactly the type of person he had become.
He finally pried his fingers off the blade’s handle and stood up, casting a glance down the woman that lay underneath him.
Reaper stared up at him with that single eye…and blinked. Her lips were twisted into an expression of surprise when she saw that she was not dead. A glance to the right would reveal that the blade was buried deep into the floor.
Vicente shakily stood up, his mind racing over the path that he had just now decided to take. He gnawed on his bottom lip in though as he stepped away from Reaper and did not both to look in her direction as she began to sit up, still also in shock over what he had done.
“Vicente…” she started to say.
“I refuse to be a dog…” he simply uttered in return.
An hour went by of the two assassins simply sitting at opposite ends of the room trying to figure out what to do next. Vicente had had his orders to kill Reaper and if Reaper didn’t die, either his family would be killed or he would be, and they would just sent another assassin after her. While Vicente was more than certain that Reaper could take care of herself against anyone that Los Lobos could sent her way, the problem was that both of their lives would be in danger.
In silence they mused before it was Reaper that finally made the first move. She had disappeared into her kitchen and returned with a thick bottle of tequila and a pair of shot glasses. She sighed, rolled her shoulder that was freshly bandaged.
Setting a glass down in front of him, she took a seat across from him at the table and began to pour.
“I don’t apologize,” she whispered as she slid a glass over to him.
Vicente raised his gaze to look at the glass and then looked at her. “Neither do I.”
The clear, burning liquid was poured in glasses. Reaper nodded as she poured her own glass and then raised it up to him. Both assassins clinked glasses as they sighed and sat back in their chairs. They didn’t apologize but it this was as close as they were going to get to it.
The pair of assassins drank in silence as they wracked their brains trying to figure out their next move was supposed to be. Vicente was having a particular difficult time with this because this had never been an issue before. But at the moment, he seriously was lost. He could not even turn to his gods for assistance right now. Their voices were being silenced to him and he was getting absolutely no revelation as to his next move.
He shook his head after he downed his drink and set the glass on the table.
“I didn’t know they were sending me out here to kill you too.” he said with utter honesty. “Initial request was just for Castillo and you were going to be the contact. After that, there that as supposed to be it.”
Reaper nodded. “I believe you…now. I’m not surprised, though. That was why I stopped working for them exclusively. They’re backstabbers, Vicente. Always have been.”
Vicente sighed. He had no idea what to do now.
“Reaper, if you’re not dead, myself and my family are in danger,” he said with a sigh. “But I’m not going to kill you.”
“Why?” she suddenly asked.
Vicente blinked as he continue to stare at his glass.
A good hour passed in silence as both assassins simply sat there and continued to drink their alcohol. The apartment lay in shambles around them and their bodies were still bruised and bleeding from the fight. But none of that mattered at the moment. The most important thing was the fact that one of them was supposed to be dead and yet they both lived. This was going to cause problems and still they wracked their brains trying to figure out what to do next.
Vicente couldn’t help it, lifting his gaze to look at the young woman with the eyepatch who sat across from him. She was the assassin that he modeled himself after, fought side-by-side with, even went up against. If he wanted to be the killer he claimed to be, he should kill her.
But he simply couldn’t bring himself to do it. For whatever reason, something just prevented him from doing so. Maybe it was because he saw her as a friend, a confidant, a lover, whatever the reason was it shouldn’t have mattered.
Assassins don’t form connections.
But as he raised his eyes, he couldn’t help the cringe at the base of his skull. He had absolutely no idea what to do next.
The plan was explained. Vicente throughout the entire time that she was talking simply nodded his head and listened as intently as he could. Reaper didn’t seem all that pleased but it really was the only thing that would get the both of them out of this situation alive. And in the end, that was the most important thing.
She sighed as she finished explaining and looked at him.
“Well?”
Vicente sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s insane. Do you really think they’re not going to look RIGHT through that?”
“That’s the point. It’s so obvious, they’ll have to believe it’s real.”
Vicente shook his head. “I…I dunno…do you…even know where this guy is?”
Reaper nodded. “Outside the city. We pay the price, he’ll do exactly as I ask.”
“It’s…crazy. “ he muttered. But in the end he nodded his head. “Let’s do it.”
In the swamps outside of the city, Vicente and Reaper pulled a stolen car up to the side of the marshes. As they climbed out, they looked deep into the folds of the wilderness and their pair of them had to take a second to marvel at the beauty of it all. The slick, green waters, the trees that jutted out from the middle of them all, the various splashes and sounds of far off life, it was a perfect example of how life could thrive absolutely anywhere.
Vicente was the first to vacate the car, climbing out into the dull light of the afternoon. From the driver’s side, Reaper also left, but not before she reached into the backseat and pulled out someone with a black cloth over their head. The person staggered and gasped as they tried to make sense of what was going on but a swift kick from Reaper kept them walking.
“Where is he?” Vicente finally asked.
“Down the path,” Reaper said as she motioned ahead of them. “Don’t worry, you’ll see it when we get there.”
Vicente sighed and nodded. Reaching over he plucked the hooded person by the scruff of their collar and shoved them forward, heading down the path laid out before them…
Heading down the pathway, the pair of assassins marveled at the amount of life that surrounded them: bird’s sang, the water splashed, the trees rustled, and the air literally hummed with the sounds of life. So they crept on, eyeing the hidden corners and keeping an eye open for whatever it was that Reaper said they would recognize. Vicente had never heard of this man before but apparently he was going to have the answer to their problems. At least partially. The rest of it was going to take a whole lot of acting…
Vicente shook his head though as he kept their hostage walking. The gagged individual was too drugged up to make any run for it and in the meantime simply continued to stagger along, weak and unsure of what was happening.
Vicente glanced back to Reaper.
“How did you even hear about this guy?”
Reaper smirked. “I’ve lived here for a while. You don’t live here and not learn anything about the local underworld.”
A smirk fell across his lips. But just as he was about to open his mouth to comment, he had to pause. Looking ahead, he shook his head in surprise.